Fox's eyes opened, the dazed look of two pairs of feet stood in front of him. He tried to raise his head, but the pain was too much and he looked down towards his own feet. What he saw nearly completely stirred him from his daze: His clothes were gone!

Fox's head shot up in spite of the pain and saw the entire Lightfoot tribe surrounding him, the chief and the Lightfoot he rescued looking at him with angry faces. Fox was stripped nude, tied to a large totem pole by his wrists. He could only struggle as the pain slowly left his head. "That's the one! That's the steenking beast that stole our treasure!"

Fox glared at the lying Lightfoot and growled. "Stole it?! You threw it at me and told me to take it! Untie me, and give me back my clothes!"

The chief ignored Fox's demands. "You steeel our treasure...and give it to the steenking Sharpclaw! Your clothes, however...no use to you are they now!"

Fox continued to glare, but then two Lightfoot on either side of him grabbed one of his legs, lifting each one towards the chief and the lying Lightfoot. They grinned as Fox's tail drooped straight down, exposing his tight round tailhole. They looked over his rump approvingly and grinned. "Yes...he is perfect.....now let us show you what we do to thieves..."

Fox's eyes shot wide as they began to approach him, struggling and trying in vain to kick his legs. There was nothing he could do now...