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Why in the hell would I have to get dressed up for punishment? What are they planning?

The wolf took a deep breath, looking over himself where he stood in the small curtained alcove. All his gear was stowed in a shelf and he felt infinitely naked without armor or a weapon. His awaiting punishment required him to wear nothing more than a loincloth. Beads on the curtain clattered as it was pulled aside. One of the spear wielding guards motioned at him with a grunt.

Down the hallway, he was led to a circular chamber with a high domed ceiling. Surely, Kent knew his fellow rangers wouldn't allow him to be sacrificed or anything crazy like that and yet the surroundings were giving him a near panic attack.

In the middle of the room was a throne of sorts, a tattered old office chair that had all kinds of symbols and heiroglyphs carved into its plastic frame while wicker decorations now accented it. Shargara was nowhere to be seen. But then, Kent was nudged by the shorter coyote guard.

"Sit please," the smaller canid said.

Kent did as instructed. He couldn't help but notice as soon as he was settled in, that his balls slipped down through a hole cut in the seat and he was conscious of them dangling freely. At once the guard tied one of Kent's arms to the chair's with a length of rope, then the other. The coyote walked around behind him.

"Uh..you know how this is gonna- mrrrph!"

Suddenly Kent was fitted with a leather muzzle that had a sort of built in bit wedging its way between his teeth. That couldn't be a good sign. The wolf gave the obligatory struggle, feeling the restraints hold firm. Not long after the sound of clicking could be heard approaching from behind. A floral scent swept in, as he suddenly felt hands running along his shoulder up to the tips of his ears.

Shargara walked out in front of his wide eyes, smiling. Her gigantic tits were held back by leather straps, also circling her thighs and diagonally across her plump stomach. A tuft of feathers hung down between her legs, dangling from a thin string of beads. When she turned around, it became obvious more of her outfit was inside her than out, swallowed by her massive ass cheeks and thick thighs. She circled him once, examining him.

"Don't look so scared, dear. You're getting off easy since I'm on such good terms with your chief," She said, "Plus...my daughter is fond of you,"

She tapped on the end of his muzzled nose. A guard strode up with a small ornamental box and presented it to her. Becoming very aware of the position of his balls and the possible purpose for this, he felt his heart thudding as Shargara opened the box.

But it wasn't a knife. Rather, it was a simple wooden tool sort of like a single chopstick. Shargara tested its flexibility, bending it one way and the other. Another guard came over and pulled a lever on the chair, abruptly raising Kent higher up. He gulped, stifling a whine.

Lingering behind one of the entrances, Mai peeked between the hanging beaded curtains into the chamber. The wolf boy was there and her eyes widened at his skimpy attire. His floofy chest fur looked good enough to sleep on. When he was ordered to sit in the chair, his long legs hunched up so his knees were poking up awkwardly. She had a nice sidelong view of him and could clearly see the set of fluffy testicles hanging down while he awaited his fate.

Not long after, her mother entered the room and now the show was about to get good.

With a smack, her mom whipped the wooden instrument against his soft nuts and they were sent jiggling back and forth as he gave a muffled yelp. There was another strike against the opposite nut with the same reaction.

Mai would normally be laughing her tail off, but she instead stood in stunned silence. She could practically feel her eyes dilating at the sight of her mom smacking Kent's poor testes about. He squeezed his eyes shut as another smack jolted him. His entire body was stock still while his poor dangly bits jiggled from the impacts.

Shargara always said pain retains. But there was another element to this, awakening something in Mai. Watching Kent get his balls whipped, she felt her nipples stiffen and silently urged her mother to give them another smack. The coyote reached down, feeling the wetness between her legs. She watched the entire punishment session, lightly massaging herself.

The afternoon dragged on forever for Kent. He had been involved in battles that were not as much of a slog as the assault on his balls. He could only occupy himself watching the sun creep across the bricken tiles of the chamber until at long, merciful last, Shargara sighed.

"I think that's enough of that," She said.

His eyes followed the wooden wand as she returned it to its box and closed it. They glazed over as she picked something else up. This was a long, curved and sharp object. Where that was going, he was afraid to speculate.

The coyote woman pricked him with it on the shoulder. Just once, wasn't much more than a tickle.

"All done," She said, "I deem your crime atoned for. I've given you a type of poison. It is not deadly, but will allow you to reconsider transgressing the laws of my village. It will pass before midnight and give you a slight hangover but nothing more,"

Kent was shown to a hut to himself, and a cushion on the floor where he spread himself out and languished for the long remaining hours of the afternoon. The poison he was afflicted with sent pricks of pain deep in his muscles here and there at odd times.

By the time the wolf was anywhere close to being comfortable once more, it was shortly after sunset. Still, he couldn't move much but was content with this as he stared up at the ceiling and listened to the evening ambience outside. Peace at last.

He felt as if his head were resting between two pillows, a pleasant tingling sensation running up his ears from base to tip and slowly back.

"I saved you a little something,"

Mai's voice flitted to him out of the darkness. His eyes fluttered open and he saw her looking down at him while cradling his head in her lap and massaging his ears. A single candle was burning in the room, throwing their shadows against the wall.

"Oh! It was you..missed ya," He said with a smile.

She was slurping on something hard. She shifted it from one cheek to the other and then leaned down over the wolf's face. Their lips touched and she pushed the candy into his mouth. He chewed it as her small hands moved down to his neck and then massaged him under the chin.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"Well...my nuts are really frickin' sore. Other than that things are pretty good,"

She bit her lip, "Aww, poor boy. I'm sorry. I know your dangly fluffy bits are sensitive. At least it's over now,"

Holding his face in her hands she leaned down for another upside down kiss. She pressed into his muzzle for a long time, as their lips and tongues mingled over the residual caramel flavoring. Mai glanced down the length of the wolf's body to where something poked up from under the covers.

"Hm? Did I give you a boner? Well..I am curious to see you out of your armor,"

Grasping the blankets, she flung them aside. Kent's erection stood straight up, wiggling back and forth from the motion. His tall stature made it look rather small in comparison and Mai couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up out of her. She again grabbed him by the cheeks and nuzzled him.

"That's a cute little rocket you've got there," She whispered as she nibbled up one of his ears.

"C-cute?" He asked.

"I didn't say I don't like it. In fact, it's about perfect for my size,"

She pulled her dress over her head and threw it off, then crawled down Kent's body. She dripped on his face as she passed, moving down to his cock. He tilted his head back when he felt her grab him with two fingers and begin to gently stroke him. His testicles which had been treated so harshly throughout the afternoon, she now lavished with warmth. She cupped them in her other hand and lightly massaged each of them with a thumb.

Mai flipped herself around and knelt over his groin. Easily she took his cock and knot into her soaked pussy, not so much as flinching. She sat cross-legged atop him and took his hands in hers, rubbing them gently. She flexed herself causing him to gasp at the sensation. She began to slowly milk his cock without even moving. Eyes closed, a peaceful expression on her face as she played with him. An unorthodox but extremely satisfying way to meditate.

His hands moved up to her slight chest and now it was her turn to moan as he gripped her small perky bosoms, her nipples stiff in his palms.

"Ahh...fffuck.."

The words slipped out, concealed among his grunt. Inside her, his stiff cock twitched as he came and spattered a warm sensation into her. She arched her back, clinging to his wrists so as to not fall over backwards. Head lifted to the ceiling, she let the orgasm rush through her petite naked body. His knot was too small to keep her in place and so she popped him out of her, crawling up to kiss him. They locked lips for a time, until she fell asleep on his chest with her cheek on his chest floof.

The wastelands and all its horrors couldn't reach them at the moment. Bitter reality could only be banished for a short time, but that time was sweeter than any candy.