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This, then is for hellfirefairy.

She wanted a story based on a pic of mine called "The fox and the Minotaur", link (remove spaces): wynjas. deviantart. com/gallery/28506512#/d354elv

Freestanding story

Warnings: Of necessity, this is a very AU story, of course. You might want to check the pic out to see the characters… Let me just point out, like I do in the comment of the pic, that Slade is NOT, in fact, really a minotaur… I just named the pic that because… I did… In this story, though, you will find out what he REALLY is… ;)

The Fox and the Minotaur

Robin crouched in the tall grass, only the tips of his black ears visible whenever he raised his head to sneak a peek at the strange new creature in the forest. His forest, damn it! The black fox gave a small growl of irritation. The annoying, because the fox-boy refused to consider him scary, man was currently resting under Robin's favorite wild apple-tree, the sweet fruits were just glowing on the branches, calling to him.

He studied the man closer, hoping he would fall asleep. Like Robin himself, the stranger was mostly human, but where Robin had fox-ears and a big, fluffy tail, the man had thick, curved horns, pointed but humanoid ears, and his feet looked like a strange mix of human and hoofs. The young fox hadn't been able to see a tail, unless you counted what seemed to be under the loincloth. The stranger was big as well. Immense. Easily three or four times the fox's weight. Tall. Broad shouldered. Muscular. And very much in the way.

Robin wanted one of those apples and he wanted it now. Sure, he mostly ate meat. Birds, rodents, sometimes fish and even bugs. He loved bigger game, but as he was rather small, he had learned that if he was quick about it, he could steal some meat sometimes from bigger hunters. That meant being real quick, though, but Robin was. Now, however, it was fruit-season, and the anticipation of the sweet flavor on his tongue made him drool.

"Are you going to come out any time soon?" a deep voice suddenly rumbled.

Robin yelped and raised his head carefully. The creature was looking right at him!

"Come on out little kit, I won't hurt you," the man chuckled.

This didn't sit well with the fox, who shot up from his hideout.

"I'm not a kit!"

"But you are so small…" the creature smirked.

"Well you are a big… big… goat!" Robin snarled. The man's horns had reminded him of those he had seen on farm-creatures, but he wasn't too sure of the name. Goat? No, rams, right? No matter. If not sure, act sure, that was part of the fox code.

"Goat, huh?" the man chuckled. "You are one brave little fox, being so disrespectful to a forest god."

Robin's jaw dropped. He wasn't? He couldn't be? Surely? So what if he didn't look like any creature the young fox had ever seen, but one of the actual gods? Like the Bat-God of dark autumn nights? Or the Goddess of stingy plants? Robin had never met them either, but he had heard stories. There were lots and lots of gods, for every season and almost everything, and each clan had their own too. The fox-clan had the Red Thief, for example, and the Cougars and Lynxes had the Purple Cat. Robin thought that was stupid, who had ever seen a purple cat, anyway?

Still… a forest god, huh? Oh shit, he had insulted him!

"R-really?"

"Really."

"No, you're not, you only have one eye!" the black fox snorted and pointed to the strip of leather that covered goat-man's right eye.

"Some gods are known for having just one… or hundreds," the stranger said.

That was true, Robin had to admit.

"So… so what are you god of, then?" Foxes were seldom polite, and this was about as good as it got.

"Oh, I'm the god of… apples," the stranger said, glancing up at the heavy branches above him.

"Apples?"

"Yes."

"Like… only apples?" the fox asked, a bit disappointed.

"Oh, not quite… you know what happens to apples which are left on the tree? Especially after a hard frost?"

The fox grinned.

"Sure I do!"

"Ah, naughty little fox… I'm the god of those apples."

"Oh, wow… so, what are you doing here now? It's only autumn…"

"Making sure they aren't all eaten before it's time, of course."

"Oh…" Robin didn't like that. The man might be a god, but it was still Robin's tree. "But… I can have a few, right?"

"No."

"What? Why not? I always do!"

"Not anymore. I have spoken." The man crossed his arms with a smug smirk on his face.

Robin inched a little bit closer. The creature was still sitting down, and the fox was quick. There was an apple on the ground, looker rather perfect, just at the edge of the tree's shadow.

"I wouldn't do that, little kit," the horned man rumbled and stood up.

Robin gulped and froze on the spot.

Huge.

God.

Scary.

Red.

Apple.

Sweet.

Close.

Damn!

"How about a trade, little fox?"

"Trade?"

"You know what a trade is, don't you? Even if you do come from the clan of thieves."

Robin snarled. He did know. He had traded with a bear once; a secret blueberry spot for the hind leg of a moose. Sure, then he had traded the same spot for a new loincloth and a few eggs with a human farmer. It had almost ended badly for all involved. But still, you should be careful in the woods.

"Trade for what?" the fox muttered.

"Oh, I don't know… why don't you come over here while I think it over? You can have one apple for free." The man reached up and plucked a large fruit from a branch. "Look at it… big and red… No wormholes either. I bet it's sweet and juicy, don't you think?" the god said and held out the fruit to the lithe black fox.

Robin's ears quivered. He took a small step forward. He could smell the fruit. His mouth watered.

"Throw it to me," he ordered, because he was not a stupid kit.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't. If we are going to negotiate a deal, you have to take the first gift from my hand. It's politics."

Robin didn't know that word. Actually, he wasn't too sure about most of that sentence.

"I know all about politics!" he therefore said, his tail puffing out a bit to make himself look bigger and more important.

"Of course you do. Here you go… take the apple… don't be afraid…" the man coaxed him.

"I'm not afraid!" Robin snorted and took another step forward. He had to crane his head back to look up at the man now.

He reached out, his fingers were just about to touch the skin of the fruit when, suddenly, a hand closed around his wrist.

Robin yelped and struggled wildly, but to no avail; the man had him in an iron grip.

"There, there little kit. I won't hurt you… Let's sit down, shall we? See, here's your apple…"

Robin was not a happy fox, but he suddenly had the big juicy apple in his hand and that distracted him for long enough for his captor to pull him down on his lap.

"There, better isn't it? What's your name little kit?"

"Robin. And I'm not a kit!" the fox muttered and, as he couldn't hold back any longer, he bit into the fruit. When the sweetness exploded in his mouth he made a little purring sound.

"I'm Slade."

"That's a stupid name," Robin muttered and continued to munch away. The man had changed his grip to around his waist instead, with one arm resting over Robin's legs, ready to tighten if the kit tried to escape again.

"You are a fox named after a bird, and Slade is a god's name," the man pointed out.

"Oh!" Robin's eyes widened. Had he been insulting again? He had, hadn't he? Well, saying what you are thinking was part of the fox-code too. Actually the fox-code changed rather a lot depending on the particular fox and situation, but that was part of it as well, of course. "Well, it's not a stupid name for a god, was what I meant! Would be for a fox, though."

"Of course. Well, little Robin, let's talk about our deal then, shall we… You want another apple, don't you?" Robin, who had almost finished the free one, nodded vigorously. "Good, good…" the god said and started stroking the fox's back, all the way down to his tail and over the fluffy fur. "Do you know why I am here?"

"You said! To guard the apples!" Robin piped up and remembered that he was annoyed at the meddling god.

"True… but only partly true, I'm afraid," Slade said. "Did you know that' it's the God's mating-season?"

"No? Really?" Robin's eyes were wide again. The fox-clan's mating season was in winter, not the he had been invited to another's burrow yet… he had great hopes for the coming winter, though, even if he thought that the vixens he had met had smelled a little bit off… not like apples… or this apple-god-guy.

"Yes, really. You know what mating is, I suppose?"

"Of course! I know everything about mating! I'm an expert!" the fox claimed.

"I'm sure you are…" the god chuckled.

"So, you are looking for another goa- GOD?" the fox asked.

"Not necessarily. The one I'm looking for, though, has to be special. Clever. Quick. Strong. Beautiful. And he or she has to like apples. That's very important."

"He? Your mate can be a he?" the fox blinked, trying to understand that concept.

"I'm a god, aren't I? I can have anything I want, and my mate can too. All the apples he can eat, for example."

"How about chicken?"

"Chicken too."

"Oh…" Robin thought things over, but he found himself very confused. He hated to be confused.

"For our deal, maybe you can help me to find a mate? Do you know anyone like that around here? Anyone who would like to have special privileges? Anyone who would want this tree, for example?"

"It's my tree!"

"No kit, it's mine. And my mate's."

"But I want it!"

"Are you saying that you want to be my mate?" the god looked him over like he was assessing him.

"No, I… just… chicken? Really?"

"And a large, warm, comfy den to spend the winter in… with lots of winter apples of course… But I don't know…"

"You don't know what?" Robin asked, frowning.

"Well, if you can be my mate… you are such a tiny little thing…"

"I'm not tiny! I can do it!" Robin growled, and tried to draw himself up, which didn't quite work in his current position of being cradled in the man's lap.

"Well… I guess I can give you another apple if you at least give it a try. I don't think you can do it, though…" the god said with a sigh and a little shake to his head. His grip on the kit had loosened and he was now merely petting the pretty little thing, something Robin seemed to like.

"Can too!" the fox pouted.

"Well, we'll see. You can start any time," Slade offered.

"Err… with what?" Robin asked.

"I thought you said you knew everything about mating?" the man chuckled.

"Oh… oh, yeah, I do, but not about GOD-mating. That's loads different! …Probably," the fox claimed.

"Of course, of course, I apologize. Then you wouldn't mind if I gave you a few instructions?"

"Nah, that's okay… I mean, I probably know it already, but still…" Robin shrugged.

"Good little fox. Then why don't you straddle my legs. There. Comfortable?"

Robin nodded halfheartedly. If this was all mating was, it was a breeze.

"Good. Now undo my loincloth and pull it down."

The fox cocked his head to the side and looked down curiously. That didn't seem to be too difficult. He fiddled with the leather knot and got it undone.

"Woooww…. I didn't know gods had those! I mean… like… similar ones…" he whispered. The word 'similar' had to be stretched to its breaking-point, however, because there really were few similarities apart from general shape.

"Well, that's a good thing, that means you know what to do," the god smirked.

"Sure! What?" the kit asked.

"Don't you ever touch yourself, kit?" Slade got only a blink in reply and chuckled. "I see… well, take those pretty little hands of yours and wrap them around the shaft. Firm, but not too hard. Good. Now run then up and down… yes… like that. Now, you of course know how to kiss?"

"Yes!" Robin was more sure about this one, because he had at least seen kissing. To demonstrate his prowess and, indeed, his courage, he leaned forward and pecked the man's lips.

"Very good," Slade said and the fox positively beamed. "Now let me teach you how gods kiss."

Gods, Robin discovered, used their lips more, and teeth, and tongue. And it took longer. Much longer. And it was absolutely amazing. His head was spinning by the time Slade let him breathe again, which the man did only to remind him to keep the stroking up.

Robin took a few deep breaths and then paused and sniffed the air. He had already decided that the man smelled very… well… intriguing, and that smell got stronger and stronger. It made his own groin tickle in a most curious way.

"Ooohhh… I…. some-something's happening to me…" the fox whimpered, uncertain about this new feeling.

"That's my pheromones doing their job…" Slade told him smugly. "Now keep moving those hands…"

"Mm-mm…" the fox nodded. He had started squirming and rubbing against the man's legs, sporting a very nice little loincloth-tent.

Robin didn't notice, though, he was completely wrapped up in the fact that the god's shaft had gotten even bigger and rock hard. It was also leaking at the tip. The smell made him dizzy, and finally he understood the god's connection to frozen apples; he felt just like he did after eating those!

The fox licked his lips. He wondered if it tasted as good as it smelled? He shuffled back a little more so he could bend down, and then licked the large pink head.

It was even better!

"If you are careful with your teeth, you can suck on it," Slade half ordered, half suggested.

It was a brilliant idea, Robin thought, and tried it out.

It was great! There were lots and lots of slimy, tasty stuff coming out, and Robin couldn't get enough. The only thing was that the tightness between his legs started to get almost painful, and he whimpered a bit as he rubbed himself with a hand over the loincloth.

"Let me help you with that…" the god offered. "I think you would be more comfortable on your back…"

The next moment Robin was resting in the soft, warm grass, absolutely more comfortable, especially since his suddenly too-small coverings had disappeared. The god was covering him now instead, kissing him again, and Robin's hands played along the big, curved horns, holding on to them when Slade seemed to want to pull away.

Mating was just amazing. He totally understood hiding away in a burrow to do this all the time… and, of course, in the spring, along came the cute little-

"Ow!" Slade pulled back. "You bit me!"

"I... I won't get kits will I?"

"No. If your stomach is rounder by spring it will be from all the chicken," the god promised.

"Oh… okay. Let's continue mating! It's easy!"

"We're not actually mating yet."

"We're not? I mean... I knew that! Let's mate now!"

"But surely you want to be prepared first?"

"Yes, of course!" Robin rolled his eyes like it was a stupid question, although he had no idea what the man was talking about.

"Then I'll do that…" the god grinned in a rather unholy way, and moved back until he had his head down by Robin's crotch.

"Oh, are you gonna suck me too?" the fox asked happily.

"I think you'll need it…" Slade told him. "Now lay back and relax…"

The fox, uncharacteristically for foxes, did what he was told.

Slade gathered some of the copious amount of precum his body produced, and covered his fingers, as this was the best natural lubricant there was. This was needed, since his species were generally quite hung.

He wasn't a god, of course; his clan was closer related to satyrs and fauns. He was a long way from home now, but the one thing his people were known for, apart from being fierce fighters, was that they very much liked to fuck everything that moved. Slade didn't agree. He only wanted to fuck pretty things, and he had never seen anything prettier than this little fox. His clan prided themselves as pleasure-givers, never rapists, although with their pheromones it could be argued that their chosen mates didn't have much of a chance. Still, satisfaction on both parts was the aim.

He slid a slick finger along the kit's crack, and the fox made a surprised little sound. Slade moved up to the weeping, slender cock for a moment, until the youngling had relaxed once more. Then his finger slid back down. He gathered more pre-cum, the tip of his shaft was almost gushing by now, and this time, he went straight for the little tight entrance, pushing in to the second knuckle.

The kit jumped, but again Slade distracted him, and this time he did it more thoroughly, as he bent his head down and licked the head of Robin's cock. The fox liked that. He liked it so much that he didn't seem to notice that Slade had begun to move his finger in and out of him.

Robin was in an inner turmoil. The mouth around his member felt so amazing, but then the god was doing that strange thing to him as well! Not that it felt bad, really, but it was really strange, wasn't it? Still, he didn't want to ask about it, because he had claimed to be an expert, after all. Then there were suddenly two fingers inside him. Two very big ones. That was a bit much, right? But, oh, it felt good too! He felt so full and stretched and, oh, that mouth!

"Are you ready?" the horned one asked.

"Yes!" Robin exclaimed. He was very ready indeed! Ready for anything and everything! Oh, but the man stopped sucking him and was moving up again. More kissing, perhaps? Well, that wasn't too bad, oh, but now the fingers went as well! That was almost worse! Although… something was pushing at his opening again. Great! Robin pushed back. But this wasn't fingers… the fox realized this when the hand he had thought was doing the prodding suddenly bent one of his knees up and back, opening him up more fully. The thing prodding him was still there, and now it pushed harder.

"Relax for me… deep breath… that's a good kit… you want it, don't you?" the god asked.

"Y-yes? OOOHhh!" It was inside him! And it was huge! And… nooo… it couldn't be, could it? It couldn't be the man's… thing? It was! Robin had that huge thing inside him, and he wasn't dead! Actually he felt amazing! "OOohhh… oh… mmm…. yeeeees…"

"You like this, don't you?" Slade purred above him.

"Oh… yes… we're mating now, right?"

"Yes… although I'd like to do it properly, don't you?"

"Sure!" Robin nodded, and then gasped again as the apple-god started to move. Oh…. oh, this was good…. this was brilliant! This was…. oh gods! Magic! That was what it was! Had to be! Something big was about to happen, the fox could feel it: something fantastic, mind-blowing, and magnificent! And then, suddenly, he was in the middle of the roaring, exploding fire, crying out so loudly that the whole forest must have heard him. It seemed to last forever and be over in a heartbeat, all at once. He felt his insides fill with something more than the god's shaft, as the horned man grunted out his own release.

Things went very fuzzy after that.

When Robin finally managed to sit up, he felt wet and sticky between his thighs, but he couldn't smell any blood. Slade was stretched out on his back next to him and Robin prodded him.

"Get up."

"What for?" the man asked, content to just lay there and regain some of his strength.

"I want my apple! And then… I think I want one more… I'll trade you again!"

Slade chuckled at the eager little kit who thought he was so clever. Normally he would move on almost at once, but it was autumn, after all, and the winters down here could be really harsh. Why not spend this one in a burrow with this hot little piece of tail? It might cost a nearby farmer a few chickens, but that, Slade figured, was well worth it.

The End.

A/N: ah, it's fun to think up AU worlds sometimes... I hope you had a nice visit!