Fox, forced into a seating position, watched with horror as the Lightfoot referred to as "Musclefoot" approached him with a spear. His legs twitched, the two Lightfoot holding them starting to massage and grope along his thighs and calves, grinning as they watched Musclefoot approach their prisoner, giving a sinister chuckle. They held Fox's legs tightly and spread them apart, while a third Lightfoot slipped under Fox and began to grope and spank his tight, round and large rear end.

Fox would have blushed in normal circumstances, but the horror of watching Musclefoot line that spear up with the entrance to his rump scared the living daylights out of him. He waited for the pain of it entering, but he just stayed put, hovering that sharp stick near his rear. The Chief Lightfoot stepped up close to Fox and grabbed a toe, rubbing his claws along Fox's feet, as if testing them, then he leaned in towards Fox and too a deep sniff along his body. "Mmm...well, is time to sentence!" He said, licking those scaly lips.

Fox's ears flattened to his head, starting to pant heavily in fear, his heart beating so fast and so loud that he swore it was ceremonial drums being beat throughout the village. "Thief, for stealing our treasure...you are sentenced to be roasted and served at tribal banquet." The Chief said aloud, much to the delight of the crowd.

The vulpine thought they were joking, but the sound of a fire starting grabbed his attention. His head turned to see a fire growing between two spit holders, and a Lightfoot tossing Fox's clothes into the fire to help feed it. Tears began to flow from his bloodshot eyes, begging the Chief to reconsider. "Please don't! I didn't steal anything! I swear! I'm the good guy here, let me go and together we can beat the Sharpclaw!"

The chief merely shook his head. "The sentence has been said, there is no overturn. Musclefoot, prepare the beast for dinner." The chief ordered.

Musclefoot grinned and nodded to the Lightfoot under Fox groping his rear. The dinosaur stroked a few fingers along Fox's tight tailhole before gripping his rear end, Fox giving a yelp in surprise as the Lightfoot tugged, pulling Fox's cheeks apart and stretching open Fox's tailhole just wide enough for Musclefoot to guide the tip of the spear inside. With loud grunts, Musclefoot slowly pushed the spear into Fox's body, the cries of Fox inciting cheers from the crowd who enjoyed the fact that Fox was in pain. The vulpine felt the spear slowly extending into his body and sobbed in terror, his legs and toes trying to kick and twitch, but only his toes could wiggle as the Lightfoot held him on tightly. The Chief watched and licked his lips, he wanted more, he wanted the crowd to enjoy the 'thief's' plight, but he wondered if he should increase Fox's punishment, or just leave it be as is...