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New Life Pt. 7 Tells by pop5on22	After the yard comes the bulk of the day for cell block J. From 9 in the morning to 9:15 at night the inmates basically have their own lives. In that time an Inmate could work there prison job , do college , classes , or rome there cell block. Visiting hours were from 2:15PM to 4:30PM. Dinner was	[ "Fox", "Gay", "Kangaroo", "Male", "Pop5on22", "Prison", "Rape", "Story", "Story Progression", "Story Series", "Tiger", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148323-new-life-pt-7-tells	After the yard comes the bulk of the day for cell block J. From 9 in the morning to 9:15 at night the inmates basically have their own lives. In that time an Inmate could work there prison job , do college , classes , or rome there cell block. Visiting hours were from 2:15PM to 4:30PM. Dinner was open at 4:45PM to 6:15PM but it wasn't a mandatory meal that inmates had to attend every day like breakfast. Every one had to be back in their cells by 9:15 and lights out was at 10:15. I didn't know about the rest of the prison but cell block J was designed almost how I think most people might expect. Its big and rectangular with two levels. Inmates 2625 and lower were on the first floor while inmates 2626 and above were on the second floor.The second floor had metal railings to keep people from falling from the second floor to the first but they were so short if someone were to push you to hard you might still go over. There was a big open area in the center that had tables and chairs bolted down like in the yard. On the first floor near the entry door there was a wall of phones for inmates to make calls. All of the cells had doors made of metal rods like in the movies but these doors had better locks that wouldn't open or close until remotely told to. There was no bathroom since each of the cells had built in toilets and water fountains. And there were windows in some cells but they were few so the cell block was lacking in natural light. And everything was grey so inmates decorated the walls with their own art but it wasn't enough to get past the lack of color every where. I thought it was strange that the inmates had the ability to rome around the prison as freely as they could . Sure inmates were restricted to their cell blocks unless they had a job or class that required them to leave their block but it was still so casual how everyone was allowed to do their own thing. Guards were always standing at every exit and there security measures to keep the inmates from just running wild but that didn't alleviate my fear of having to be around so many convicted criminals , a fear I'd been dealing with since my arrival but still a very real fear. But who was I to fear the other inmates, when I too was convicted and made to be in that place. Inmates in cell block J couldn't sign up for a prison job until Friday. That was when the warden would take new request and partitions for work or programs to be added or introduced to the prison. Guards and inmates were allowed to submit request for just about anything.The only things the warden would permit were the inmates job request, anything else would take the backing of at least a few guards if requested by an Inmate. I was unable to sign up for a job and had no visitors , or classes to get to so I did the only thing I could think of. I returned to my cell. Frank was there laying in bed with his eyes focused on some spot on the ceiling. All day I heard bits and pieces of rumors about Frank. I knew he did something to his brother , and that it was beyond any Box and Savage would condone. But that was little to go on and a lot to speculate about. When I entered our cell he glanced over at me to check who I was but soon returned to staring off into space. Inmates walking by obviously were avoiding our cell , they would even look inside. As I took a seat on my bed he sighed and turned over on his side facing me. Frank- your hell bent on making this a thing aren't you Michael- making what a thing Frank- you being around me Michael- this is both our cell Frank- no , this is my cell and you sleep in it Michael- why are you being so... Frank- so what? Mean ? Is that the word your searching for Michael- you said you weren't looking for an enemy and I get you don't need a friend, and you like your privacy but Its my first day, I didn't have anywhere else to go Frank- there is an entire cell block for you to go explore kid Michael- don't call me kid Frank- that hit a nerve kid Michael - you cant be more than a year older than me so don't call me ... Frank- or what I didn't have a come back . Frank- exactly, now "kid" I tried to make this clear this morning but I'll say it again, you don't want to be around me, there are better people,nicer people for you to spend your time with than me , we have to sleep in the same cell but between lights out and lights on you and I do not need to see or speak to one another, and that's for your good as much as mine Michael- what could you have possibly done for everyone to be scared of you , for you to be like this Frank- is that you asking the question? Because I can tell you why , but then you'd have to sleep in the same cell as that new person you would have to meet Michael- there are murders and rapists here and I'm pretty sure I've already met 2 of them today Frank- is that a yes or a no Michael- you cant be any worse than everyone else here Frank- yes , or no His eyes locked in on mine , he didn't blink or even breath differently. I turned my head away. Frank- until you know what I did you don't know me , so take my word when I say you don't want to be around me kid Michael - but Frank-but nothing, now leave , I'm sure if you hurry we can both pretend we didn't have to have this discussion a second time today He stared me down till I reluctantly got up from my bed and left . I didn't know were to go. When you walk aimlessly its best to do so in an area lacking people with short tempers. Every where i looked there was an unpleasant face looking back at me. I made my way down stairs, there looked to be a good spot away from everyone else at a table near the back wall. Only thing about that table is that it happened to be directly in front of a specific cell I did not want to be near. His Name was Romulus, he was a wolf with red and grey fur. He was built and taller than me by a few inches. As I took a seat at the table he exited his cell and approached me from behind. He started to massage my shoulders before he said a word , it caught me off guard . Romulus- A tiger, how very rare I tried to stand but he quickly forced me to stay seated applying pressure to my shoulders in a painful way. Romulus- your the new fur aren't you, I know you are ,that white fur is to clean to have seen more than a day here He messaged harder working me over. It might have been enjoyable if not for his claws that he let slide out and into my flesh. They didn't go deep but they went deep enough. Romulus- you know boys only come to this table, my table, if they want something, do you want something Michael- no Romulus- no what , show some respect boy He dug his claws in deeper. Michael- no sir Romulus- are you sure, because Daddy can get you what you want He leaned in close to my ear and licked it. Romulus- if you give daddy what he needs I was lucky enough to be seen by a friend I made earlier. Jack was walking by on his way somewhere when he came to my rescue. Jack- Romulus , I see you done met the new guy Romulus- that I have Jack , do you need something Jack- I recon I do , me and Michael were supposed to play cards Romulus- well he's with me now Jack- Michael didn't you want to come and play cards I nodded my head and Jack took my hand pulling me from the table before Romulus could stop him. Romulus- Jack you cock blocking country whore We started walking away and drowned out Romulus's yelling with his naturally loud and southern voice. Jack- go fuck one o yur usuals ya fuckin tramp He guided me to his cell where he already had another inmate waiting. He was an fox,probably the first inmate I met who was shorter than me. They were actually playing cards so it seemed. Jack- Michael this is Tristan Young , Tristan here is in on a case of the illegally selling and smoking and hiding what the law calls drugs Tristan- it was weed, I sold a little weed and the 5 o threw me in here , any way nice to meet you Michael Jack took a seat on his bed next to Tristan who was already seated and shuffling the cards and I took a seat on the floor. Tristan- you play? Michael- cards? No , I never learned Tristan- I'd advise you to learn , you don't need to be too good to beat this sorry competition Jack- Sorry competition? Ill have you know I once won a game of blackjack against Ruby Ruth Bell Tristan- and who is Ruby Ruth Bell Jack- only the finest piece of ass this side of the river and any other , and she happens to be a world renowned poker champion Tristan- Ill believe that the day I believe you met Jimmy Carter Michael- who is Jimmy Carter Jack- the best actor in the world Tristan- Jack here is a compulsive liar Jack- the hell I ain't Tristan- did he tell you how he got locked up Michael- yea he said he robbed a bank stole a care and shot a cop Tristan- he was the get away driver to a guy who robbed a bank and shot a cop , and the stolen car was his dads A drug dealer and a get away driver, not who I envisioned myself being friends with but in prison I suppose there are worse people. They taught me how to play cards, or more realistically Tristan taught me while Jack tried to defend his wild stories. I was almost ashamed to say I forgot where I was even if it was only for a short time. It felt as though maybe I was in a camp rather than a prison as we passed around stories off our lives on the outside. And the fun continued as we went to dinner together the three of us. The atmosphere and the orange jumpsuits and the guards with guns kept the assured thought of us being in prison real but as far as days go it could have been worse. The vibe and calmness died when 9:15 was lurking close and I knew I had to return back to my cell. I had to return back to Frank. When I returned it was as if he didn't move the entire time I was gone. Frank- back so soon Michael-I had to come back Frank- no you didn't Michael- wouldn't I get in trouble for being out of my cell after curfew Frank- of course you would , but they'd just toss you in solitary or something Michael- how is that a good thing Frank- Did I say it was a good thing? I'm just pointing out that you have other options than coming back here 9:15 hit and the cell doors shut. Nothing could open them until morning. Frank- well now your stuck with me Michael- now your stuck with .... wait what Frank- now your stuck with me Michael - whatever Frank- look kid you've gone all day without asking the question , are you really comfortable with not knowing Michael- from the way you ask me do I want to know its like you want me to ask you about it , like your proud Frank- because I am Michael- no your not , If you were you would tell me regardless of if I wanted to know , I get it you did something bad but we're in the same place , you said we don't have to be enemies so why cant we be friends Frank- because You don't know me or what I've done Michael- I almost got raped today and my life was threatened by two very strange and frightening people, but I also met two guys who seem OK , you don't seem to be trying to rape or murder me so why cant we try to get along Frank- you have some balls trying to talk to me like you make decisions around here...but your right I'm not trying to rape or kill you Michael- then I'm willing to not care about whatever it is you've done , I wont even ask about it Frank- that's stupid , your choosing ignorance Michael- maybe but if your telling the truth and you really did something I wouldn't be able to look at you for , then maybe this is better, we're stuck together so why make problems for ourselves Frank- are you gay Michael- what no Frank- you seem soft , trying to make friends Michael- I'm not gay Frank- its fine , I am too , but you are really really soft Michael- I'm not soft.... wait ... did you say you are too He turned over with his back to me and went silent. Michael- you cant just say something like I heard him chuckle under his breath , it was faint but it was loud enough to make out. It drew a slight smile out of me even if he was being a dick. Michael- your screwing with me .... can I take that as a "yes we can try to get along" He still gave no response. Michael- Ill take your deathly silent none response as a yes Most people on there first day in a place like that are lifeless or cry without end. I did my share of crying and cowering and judging but I felt alright. I had my whole life ahead of me before I was sentenced to a life in Cell block J but I didn't know where I was going. I didn't want to go to college, I wasn't in a relationship, my family wasn't rich. It sounds wrong to say it out loud but I could imagine a life in that place. And that's not to say that I didn't long for a life outside, but I wasn't completely miserable. A wise man once said the key to being happy is to find a place where your not sad and build on it, maybe there was truth to those words in that place.
Good Friends Part One by Jenaka_d	#1 of Good Friends Gay fanfic. ~~ - Good Friends I'm sorry. James glanced across the room towards his friend, Joey. Usually he thought of him as just a friend. But, this time he saw him in a different light. Joey's posture was better, his eyes brighter. James stared for a moment before looking	[ "Friendship", "Gay" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144489-good-friends-part-one	Good Friends I'm sorry. James glanced across the room towards his friend, Joey. Usually he thought of him as just a friend. But, this time he saw him in a different light. Joey's posture was better, his eyes brighter. James stared for a moment before looking away sharply. He was walking toward James. "H-hey dude.." James smiled. Flustered all of a sudden, James quickly shoved his hands in his pockets.. "You look different.." James's face was red. The realization came to him suddenly. He loved him. "hey. You okay, dude?" Joey asked James. James didn't know what to say, he was still confused about his new-found love. "Nothing.. I just didn't realize how much I care about you, dude.." He looked down. "Uh..ok." Joey blushed awkwardly. "You know I really care about you too." He smiled at James. "Thanks.." James said awkwardly.. There was a moment of quiet. Joey sighed. "I'm sorry." He sits down. James sits with him. "what do you mean?" James asked. "I don't really know how to.. You know.. Share feelings." Joey looked at his hands. "Feelings?" James asked. James began to think about this, although he already knew the answer. "Yeah.. You know, like sadness, anger..confusion." Joey continued to stare at his hands. "And which one are you?" James tensed. "I'm.." Joey sighed. "I'm confused." He then looked at James. "Well.. You know, dude." James paused. "You're my best friend, you can tell me anything." He smiled at Joey. "..yeah. You're right. Joey turned toward James. "Um.. So.. Lately I've been feeling different." His face grew red. "I'm having strange emotions.. Emotions I don't think I can control anymore." Joey leaned forward.
Escape With Me by AK16	#5 of New Beginnings - Author's Note: I'm back with another installment of the Zoo! Remember my last author's note saying this may be getting a little more risque? Well (spoiler alert) we're going there this time, so consider yourself forewarned. That being said, I'd love your feedback about the	[ "Drinking", "Lion", "Mouse", "Raccoon", "Story Series", "Transformation", "Vixen" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152395-escape-with-me	Author's Note: I'm back with another installment of the Zoo! Remember my last author's note saying this may be getting a little more risque? Well (spoiler alert) we're going there this time, so consider yourself forewarned. That being said, I'd love your feedback about the story and where I took it, how it was executed, etc. So please, definitely throw me a comment telling me what you think. Also please rate and favorite if you're so inclined. And throw me a shout if you want. Happy reading and as always I hope you enjoy!- AK In the next few weeks, Roxie felt herself grow more and more energized. She was ready to embrace the ideas Bruce had professed. He was right, of course. Now more than ever action was needed. She had tried to do her part, with Vixen's help, Roxie was able to get a few flyers printed. She slid a flyer under the door of all the rooms in the Zoo. If even one tenant in the Zoo showed up to a meeting, she would feel accomplished. The only doors she avoided were the Doctor's as well as Dulion's. No need to openly risk eviction. Roxie stood behind the bar of the restaurant she worked at. She was a little surprised that she had taken to bartending so easily, considering her parents usually kept a dry household. It wasn't too busy in the middle of the afternoon, save for the occasional business person which Roxie served with a smile, even if she couldn't stand them. Today however, there was a group of some kind of tradesmen who had come in and all ordered some drinks. They were increasingly getting a little rowdy. Roxie had wished that her manager would come over, but he was likely on his lunch break if not having what he called a "performance review" with one of the waitress. The head of them, a man with hard features and grey hairs sprinkled throughout his face called Roxie over. "Another beer please." he asked politely enough. Roxie nodded as she poured him a beer from the tap and placed it in front of him. "Say there, darling," he said before Roxie could walk away, "what's that there pin on your shirt? The paw print looking thing." "It's an Lycanthrope Pride pin." Roxie said plainly. "I'm a lycanthrope." "Well I'll be damned, we got us a real-life lycanthrope here!" He yelled before leaning in closely. "So tell me, dear; you ever been with a human man before? One that can fuck you real good?" Roxie immediately walked away from them with a disgusted look on her face. Who the hell did he think he was? Still she kept her mouth shut. She could complain about these assholes once her manager was back. "Hey, you get your little ass back here." The man slurred as his friends tried to calm him down a bit. Roxie continued to ignore him as she took a deep breath and continued to do small, simple tasks just to avoid talking to the bastard. Roxie watched from the corner of her eye as it seemed that the his friends were able to calm him down. One even called over an apology for their friend who had clearly had too much to drink and asked for the check. Roxie nodded and grabbed the check and placed it in front of one of the saner men. As she turned to walk away, the man who had been harassing her reached out and grabbed her wrist so tightly it hurt. "What's say you and me go out back I show you how a real human man fucks a little furry bitch like you?" Instinctively, Roxie reached back and hit the man with all of her strength. Immediately the man let go of Roxie's wrist. Her hand had an impression of where his wrist had been. Roxie tried to shake some of the pain off of her wrist. As she turned to look at the man, she saw he was bleeding from his nose. She must have hit him harder than she thought. The kinder man who asked for the check was standing between him and the bar while another man was on the phone, presumably with police. The commotion attracted the attention of her manager who looked to be fixing his tie as he and another waitress came towards the bar. Roxie pulled out her phone and quickly sent out a text. Police arrived quickly. One of which was the cop who had brought her to the Zoo. He was the one who approached her. Blackwood, she thought his name was. "I didn't do anything!" Roxie said as he approached. "That drunk bastard grabbed my wrist and harassed me." "Let me see your wrist." Roxie held out her wrist as Blackwood examined it gently. "Yep." he said with a sigh. "He grabbed you good." Blackwood looked around to make sure no one else was looking. Once he was satisfied, he leaned in close to Roxie. "Did you call Dulion?" He whispered. "Just nod or shake your head." Roxie nodded. "Good." Blackwood said before he walked up to the manager. "This place got cameras?" The manager nodded and led Blackwood and one of his men away to where they could watch the film. The other cop stood by Roxie and the drunk, making sure that there wasn't anymore problems. The drunk continued to say awful things about her; the most painful was how she should be used only for breeding, and he was the guy who should breed her. At that one, even the cop told him to shut his mouth. Roxie covered herself with her hands. She never felt more exposed before. The restaurant door swung open. Roxie turned her head to the door to see Dulion limping inside. Roxie made a mental note to ask why Dulion only needed the cane when he was in his human form. The cop walked over to stop him, but once Dulion explained who he was, the cop allowed him to pass. "Getting into trouble already?" Dulion whispered once he was next to Roxie. "I didn't..." "I know, I was joking. Are you okay?" Before Roxie could answer, Blackwood and his partner walked up to Roxie. Blackwood shook Dulion's hand while the other cop just nodded politely. "The tape corroborates your story." Blackwood said to Roxie. "We just need to know if you want to press charges." "Hell yes, I want to press charges" Roxie said. "This bastard assaulted me." "Okay." Blackwood said, "you'll need to come down to the station to file a report. I can drive you while the boys arrest him." "I can drive her." Dulion said. "You got a car?" Blackwood said. "Good. I'll get to retire early." Roxie smiled at Blackwood. For a government appointed stooge meant to oppress her and other lycanthropes, he wasn't too bad. At least this time, he got things right. Roxie watched as the drunken pervert was lead away in handcuffs. He glared at her as he was escorted out by the officers. Blackwood made Roxie and Dulion wait for a few minutes before leaving, just to be save. Once Blackwood was satisfied, Dulion led Roxie to his car. Roxie transformed as she walked. Roxie watched Dulion limping along, clearly in pain. "Your leg only hurts when you're a human, doesn't it?" she said. "You don't need the cane when you're a lion." "Good eyes." Dulion said. "I was in a car accident when I was a kid. Wrecked my leg pretty badly so I need the cane." "No you don't. You can just transform. Then you'd be able to walk fine." "It's not that easy." "Sure it is, I've seen you transform." "And my leg ends up hurting whenever I transform back." "So stay as a lion and you won't be in pain." Roxie heard Dulion sigh once they got to his car. It was an older model, but still looked pretty good with it's metallic silver paint shimmering in the sunlight. She looked at the advisor's face; it looked like he had aged twenty years since their conversation began. "Not everyone is as comfortable in their lycanthrope form as you are." He said. "I'd much prefer to be a normal human, with a normal life, and a normal leg. Sadly, none of those things apply to me." Roxie wanted to scream at him: it was only the "so-called" normal humans who made him feel that way. It was there way of keeping him down and keeping their power. Hell, they had him on their strings so good, he was HELPING them in their oppression. But she didn't say any of that. As Roxie got into the car and Dulion started to drive to the police station. As he did, she came up with a better idea. "I know some people I think you should meet. I think they'd help you." "You mean WILD?" He asked with a scoff. "I know you've been passing out flyers. You know I shut them down, right?" "This is different. I'm not asking you to join. I'm asking you to come to one meeting. It would be good for you I think. At least come just to see that WILD has changed for the better. One meeting. I won't tell them who you are.You're my friend...uh...whatever your first name is and your curious." Silence gripped the car. Roxie looked out the window, feeling a little disappointed. She had wanted to show the members of WILD she was doing something, even if it was only for show. Plus, she honestly thought it would help Dulion tremendously; not only in seeing the error of his ways, but by letting him get out a little. Despite the brave face he had kept for the past few weeks, Roxie could tell that he was still suffering. "James." Dulion said eventually. "Huh?" Roxie asked. "My name is James. I will go by "Jim" tonight I guess." "You're in!?" "If just to make sure that WILD truly has reformed, yes." Roxie grinned happily. She was excited. Her advisor had the potential to really influence things if Bruce could sway him to the cause. He was already inside the government; all that was needed now was to turn him into WILD's man on the inside. \\\* Dulion made a mental note as he approached the rather undesirable location of the WILD meeting; don't let cute females pressure you into doing things you don't want. It was a good rule of thumb to have, and one he should start to implement immediately. Of course, even he knew this would fail, but it was nice to dream a little. He walked behind Roxie who seemed to practically skipping to some old, should-be-abandoned warehouse. Roxie knocked on the door and which was opened immediately, likely because both Dulion and Roxie were transformed. "Hey there." Roxie said to the large rhino who guarded the door. "I never caught your name." "Horace." The Rhino answered. "Who's your friend?" "Oh this is Jim." Roxie said. "Pleasure to meet you, brother." Dulion shook the Rhino's hand firmly. He was proud to avoid wincing at his strong grip. "Likewise." Dulion said. "Go grab a seat. Bruce should be here any moment." Roxie led Dulion to a series of folding chairs all arranged around open area where a speaker, likely Bruce, would be seen. Dulion looked into the crowd of people already gathered. It was much smaller than WILD was back in it's heyday, but it was still respectable. Once they sat down, a vixen bounced over to them. "Hi Rox." she said with a large grin. "Hey." Roxie said. "Vixen, right?" "Aww you remembered little old me." she said, with a flirty wink. "I see you brought a friend tonight." "Yeah. Vixen, this is Jim." "Nice to meet you." Dulion said, as he stood up to greet her with a handshake. "A gentleman." Vixen said smiling as she took Dulion's hand. "And a cutie, tell me, where did you find him and are their others?" Dulion felt himself blush under his fur as Roxie stifled laughter next to him. "He lives in the same apartment complex as I do. He wanted to check us out and see what we are all about." "Well welcome, Jim." Vixen said as she leaned in close to Dulion and rubbed his shoulder a little. "We could always use more members." "That we can!" Said a loud voice from behind them. Dulion turned his head to see a Raccoon wearing a pair of slacks along with a shirt and tie walk into the room. He stood in front of everyone, smiling. Vixen took a seat next to Dulion and focused her attention on the man. Even Roxie was transfixed. Dulion had a hunch that this must have been Bruce. "Welcome, new faces and old supporters to the new and improved WILD." he said, energetic. "My name is Bruce and just like you I have seen the mistreatment we have suffered. The hatred and bigotry we face everyday needs to stop. Now, I know this may be hard for many of you, but we are all here to help each other deal with this adversity. So I encourage anyone who has a story about being the victim of hatred, please come forward to tell your tale." A few of the lycanthropes in the room stood up and told their stories. Some were kicked out of their houses; others rejected by their family and friends. Many were heckled by people or harassed when they walked down the streets. One lycanthrope, a shark from the looks of it, even referenced Dulion. "Couple of months ago, that advisor...Dulion, I think, gets up and talks about us working together and it sure sounded nice. But we can't be the only ones trying. The other side's gotta try too." He was met with a smattering of applause as Dulion tried not to sink in his chair. He thought it was a good speech, at least. Roxie got up and told her story; about being kicked out and sued by her parents; being homeless and arrested; and of course, the incident at the bar. "Let me add in closing," Roxie said, "that Dulion is my advisor. He has a good heart, I just think he doesn't realize how bad things still are." "I can agree with that based on what I've read about him." Bruce said. "Would anyone else care to share their story?" A few more people spoke, each one with another horror story. Dulion began to start thinking; could he have been wrong? Was something like WILD really needed? After all just look at everyone here who had suffered. They were all filled with pain and hurt. He thought of the people at the Zoo; how many of them had similar stories? Josef and Cameron being harassed by DYFS; Cassie who suffered due to an unholy alliance of lycanthrope and humans; and Ibuki. Dulion's heart sank. He didn't want to think about how she suffered; how all this hatred led her away from the Zoo, away from him. He felt a few tears well up in his eyes. What if all of this was for nothing; what if it all didn't matter? He felt a gentle hand on his own. He turned his head to see Vixen looking back at him with sad, sympathetic eyes. She pet his hand with her thumb softly. Dulion smiled weakly back at her as a gesture of thanks. Eventually, mercifully, the speeches stopped. Bruce got back in the center and grabbed his chest. "It pains me to hear these stories." Bruce said. "It pains me to know how so many of you...of us have suffered. We must stand together to ensure that none of our fellow brothers or sisters have to suffer like this again. I want all of you to try and find another lycanthrope who may be suffering, and I want you to help them if you can; help them be strong and bring them here so we can grow as a community...no...as a family. Thank you all for coming." There was a round of applause for the new leader of WILD. Dulion himself resisted the urge to clap along with everyone else. It was his job, he thought, to keep a level head...despite how badly his heart ached. "You okay?" Roxie whispered to Dulion. "The stories affected you, didn't they?" "Fine." Dulion answered curtly. "You need to learn to lie better." "Hey Rox," Vixen said standing next to Dulion, "You and Jim going to come to Sanctuary tonight? It would be great to see you both there." "No, I've had a very long day as you know." Roxie said. "But Jim here is more than willing to go, aren't you?" Dulion turned his head to Roxie and gave her a look of surprise. He felt Vixen grab his hand. "Great!" Vixen said. "Trust me, Jim you are going to love this place." As he was led out of the room, the mental note he had given himself earlier echoed through his head. He was going to have to listen to it one of these days. \\\* Roxie watched as Vixen dragged Dulion away to whatever it was Sanctuary was before he stretched a little and prepared to go. There were a few number of lycanthropes still gathered around, talking about this and that. She waved goodbye to them and to Horace and walked out of the building. Once again, she felt more invigorated than ever. It was empowering to tell her story; to share it with others and realize that she wasn't alone. She knew she wasn't, but it was different to see it; to feel it. Roxie's thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone calling her name. Roxie turned her head to see Bruce walking up to her. "Roxie, how are you doing?" He asked as he approached. "Great." Roxie said with a grin. "It was a great meeting." "Yes, it was. Where is your friend. I was hoping to chat with him." "Vixen took him to sanctuary. It's good for him; he needs to get out more." "I see. Well, may I escort you back to the Zoo then? The streets can be dangerous, and I wouldn't want a repeat of what happened today." Roxie nodded as she and Bruce began to walk down the darkened streets of the town. Normally, Roxie would feel a bit apprehensive about walking down the streets with a man she barely knew, but something about Bruce put her at ease. "I'm glad you had the courage to share your story today." Bruce said as they walked. "I'm so sorry that you had to deal with all of that." "It's okay." Roxie said. "Some of the other stories were worse than mine." "All the more reason to continue our mission. Forgive me for being just a bit self-serving, but have you discussed our group with your advisor yet?" "I have. He's still hesitant, but I think he may come around. Like I said, he has a good heart." Bruce nodded. "He does. I was there when he gave his speech; the one Joseph had mentioned. It was a great speech, I just wish he would have given it in his lycanthrope form." "I don't think he's too comfortable in it." Roxie confessed. "He stays in his human form, even though he needs a cane. I don't know if I've ever seen him transform." Of course, it was a lie, but Roxie wanted to keep Dulion's secret for as long as she could. Besides, it wasn't her place to out him; he would have to do that on his own. "I see." Bruce said. "Would he be in this evening." "No, he's out which is rare honestly." Roxie answered. "The Doctor is likely holding down the fort so to speak." "Dr. Tennant, you mean? Would you...would you mind introducing me to him. I'd love to talk with him." "Sure." Roxie said. "Thank you, Roxie. So tell me more about yourself. I love getting to know my fellow brothers...and sisters in arms." Roxie told Bruce more and more about herself. She was comfortable around him; which was an achievement in itself. For the first time since she was kicked out and forced to live on the streets or move to a strange apartment, Roxie felt at peace. \\\* Sanctuary had to be the seediest bar Dulion had ever stepped foot in. To be fair, it wasn't so much a bar as it was another abandoned warehouse; this area was full of them. If this place had any form of liquor license, Dulion was the pope. There was an entry fee which Vixen covered, telling Dulion he could make it up to her next time. The main area of the warehouse was the "bar," but there was another, curtained off area that caught Dulion's attention. He saw several pairs of patrons, all of whom were lycanthropes, walk past the curtains. Maybe it was an exit to not arouse suspicion. Dulion's concerns vanished as he began to drink with Vixen. The alcohol felt good in Dulion's stomach; it numbed the pain of the meeting and the pain he had been carrying around. Eventually, both he and Vixen had a pleasant and potent buzz. "So what made you come to the meeting today." Vixen slurred as she threw an arm around Dulion's shoulder and smoked a cigarette. "Roxie asked me to." Dulion said. "That's really it." "You got lucky with her. She's cute." "We're not dating. I actually just had a bad breakup." "Oh, poor baby. What happened?" The liquor loosened Dulion's tongue as he explained everything. It was only when he got about halfway through that he noticed he was crying. "Sorry," he said as he finished, "it just...it still hurts is all." Vixen brushed a tear from his cheek. "I can feel your pain." Vixen said. "You know, I...I know what it's like." "You do?" Vixen told Dulion her story. Her first boyfriend was when she was 13; it was her pimp. She had been forced out onto the streets when her mother found out what she was; she never knew her father. From then on, she did what she had to do to survive; stealing, prostitution, the whole nine yards. She had been addicted to drugs since she was 17. It was only recently that she began to turn her life around; she had a decent job in some coffeeshop and a very small apartment the government helped her get. Things were looking up now. "But the pain is still there." she said through light sobs. "It's why I go to the meetings and then why I come here. I just want to stop it from hurting, you know? But it always comes back." Dulion placed what he hoped was a comforting hand on Vixen's shoulder. She stared at Dulion for a moment, almost like she was staring through him. Suddenly, she leaned in close and sloppily kissed him, tasting of whisky and cigarettes. Dulion had felt the feeling before; it was the same, needy, longing feeling he felt when Ibuki had kissed him. Part of his brain tried to resist; but the combination of alcohol and pain were too much to bear. Vixen broke the kiss and stared at Dulion again. Dulion stared right back, wanting to say something, but the words wouldn't come. Vixen took Dulion's hand and got up from the makeshift bar. Dulion followed her as she led him towards the curtained area. Once they got through, Dulion saw why it was so secluded. The pairs or groups of lycanthropes were all having sex. The air was heavy with the smells and sounds of their lust. Some were on the floor, others on chairs. None of them cared that they were being watched. Dulion felt a little resistance spring up in his chest, but it wasn't enough for him to turn away. Vixen led him to a corner that was fairly abandoned and forced him down into a chair. Like she was in a trance, she removed the clothing she wore, until she was down to just a bra and panties. She walked over to Dulion and unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it up over his head. She nuzzled his bare, furry chest. "We're both in pain." she whispered. "We're suffering. We cry every night. I don't want to hurt anymore.I want to escape. Escape with me. Please...help me." Vixen kissed his chest before leaned down and undid Dulion's belt. She pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles leaving him exposed. Dulion felt the urge to cover himself up, but Vixen pinned his shoulders to the wall, stopping him. When she released him a second later, his arms had no desire to move. Vixen, still facing him removed her panties and undid her bra. It fell to the floor lazily. Dulion stared at her and she back at him in silence; the moans around them faded into something less than white noise. Dulion stared at Vixen, both naked physically and emotionally. It was as if all of his pain; all of the suffering they he had felt, both recently and throughout his life, was rising to the surface. It made his heart ache and his pulse quicken. Vixen walked over and took Dulion's hands and placed them on her breasts. She held her hands over his controlling them and making them grope and feel her. Vixen moved slowly closer to Dulion; her breathing became heavier. She took her hands off of Dulion's and wrapped her arms around the back of her neck. She kissed Dulion again, and again he felt all the hurt and pain in that kiss. She positioned herself awkwardly above Dulion before she lowered herself onto him and straddled his hips.She looked into Dulion's eyes for a moment before she began to move. "Help me." she said breathlessly. She repeated the phrase over and over as she continued; it was the only words they exchanged for the rest of the night.
Game Night (part eight) by Roxelle Wolfe	#8 of Game night (series) The eighth part to the Game Night series, sorryy for the missing part's I left them out due to age ratings. - I stepped into the bathroom the beige tiles were cold to my paws I closed the door behind me and clicked on the light, I looked into the big mirror, and just as I	[ "Female", "Folf", "Fox", "Hermaphrodite", "Male", "Series", "Vixen" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150571-game-night-part-eight	I stepped into the bathroom the beige tiles were cold to my paws I closed the door behind me and clicked on the light, I looked into the big mirror, and just as I thought my normally strait purple hair was sticking up in all directions, I set my stack of clothes on the counter. and turned to the shower and turned the handle and cold water came rushing out of the head, I turned it to hot for some reason I always have loved really hot showers. I waited a few seconds and felt the water this time the comforting feeling of warm water covered my paw I smiled and shook it off, and tooke off my shirt and finished undressing and stepped into the shower, I clicked off the water and opened the curtain grabbing my towel I wrapped it around myself and stepped out of the tub, and went back to the mirror, grabbing my brush, I ran it though my damp purple hair after I finally got it back to it's normal look I finished drying off, and I put on my bran and underwear, than I slipped on my jeans and shirt. I hung my towel on the rack and left the bathroom, walking out to the living room, I looked into the kitchen the kitchen and checked the clock it read seven forty five PM , I Checked my phone that I had accidentally left in the living room and it had 3 new messages, I opened them, one was from Vex, it said : I'm on my way over, the other was from Joseph, it said : I'm gonna be a little late, and the third caught my attention, it was from Misty my old classmate, misty, she asked if she could come over tonight, I replyied "of course , just bring your laptop, Tyler's orders. I sent the message and flopped down on the couch.
Honey Cake by Mech	#1 of Shen's Capture Story for McFan starring Lord Shen catching up with an old friend from before his exile. They have a lot of lost time to catch up on, and she has an offer he can't refuse. - Shen, no Lord Shen, straddled the Weapon and let his fingers run over the cool metal slowly. There was	[ "Bondage", "Fighting", "First Time", "Gag", "Kung Fu Panda", "Lord Shen", "M/F", "M/solo", "Masturbation", "Orgasm Denial", "Peacock", "Rough Sex", "Vaginal", "Virgin" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146047-honey-cake	Shen, no Lord Shen, straddled the Weapon and let his fingers run over the cool metal slowly. There was something so excellently sublime about it. Such a powerful weapon. The burst of heat that bellowed out of the device when it fired. The blast that shook him to his core as it raced through every fiber of his being. It was the great equalizer. No kung fu could surpass it. No amount of training, no amount of practice, none of that could equal what he could do here with this. Fingers tapped over the sculpted barrel as his metal covered feet scratched lightly along the smoothly carved features. Tongue ran over his beak slowly as he rolled his body against it. With this, no force could stand against him. Not the Masters. Not other cities. Not even destiny itself could stand against his will. This was easily the most powerful tool to ever reside between his legs. Well... maybe second most powerful. Both could cause an awful lot of devastation. And neither went off unless they were meant to. He ran his tongue over his beak slowly and breathed out a quiet little moan to himself. The noise made him freeze and look around the throne room slowly. He was alone in the room. He wouldn't allow any of those wolves or gorillas in without his permission. They knew better than to disobey him. Which meant that he was all by himself. Shifting his robe to the side, the peacock breathed out the softest of moans as he rolled his body against his weapon. Metal, cool to the touch, and intricate carvings slithered against his thighs and groin. His back arched as his beak shivered. The barest of moans whispering its way up his throat and slithering across the room. Legs pressed to that thick barrel and squeezed the unyielding metal. It was thrilling knowing that the means to defy his destiny lay here. The Soothsayer continued to say that his future was unchanged. He leaned forward and braced his hands on the cannon, rolling his hips steadily. The power to take one's destiny into your own hands and guide it wasn't something that was experienced every day. Nor was it something one could bear without being a strong, proud leader. And he was the strongest leader this city had ever known. Shen's hips were stirring faster against the metal as he panted. Yes, no one could stand against his might. None dared to challenge him. Fingers pressed tighter to the metal as his body jerked against the metal. He was unstoppable. He was unbeatable. He was... A sharp rap on the door made his tail feathers flare in surprise. "Y-yes?" he squeaked before clearing his throat and speaking louder, "Yes, what is it?" Boss Wolf's voice rang through the door. "Lord Shen, you have a visitor." He frowned. Who in the world could that be. Hopefully not more of the troublesome Kung Fu Council. "Who is it?" he grumbled at being interrupted during his private time. Fingers tapped against the barrel as he huffed in annoyance. There was a mutter of discussion outside of the room. "Her name is Lady Chuntao." Shen froze, eyes going wide as memories sparked. "She says she's here to negotiate with the Lord of Gongmen City." He hadn't seen Chuntao since his exile. She had been lovely then, he wondered how time had treated her. It had been twenty years, surely she must have found herself a nice suitor. "Tell her I shall be down shortly." Shen hopped off the cannon and began to straighten up his robes. The peacock huffed, taking a deep breath as he calmed himself. Breathe. Relax. He was every bit as in control of his body as he was his destiny. "As soon as I can get down," he grumbled to himself as he adjusted and fiddled, waiting for his erection to subside. Chuntao kept her breathing calm and even as she casually strolled around the courtyard. She let her eyes move across the entire scene around her. Just keeping it anywhere except for where Master Rhino's Raincloud Hammer was resting. She knew him well, had often invited him and the other council members over for tea and lunch on many occasions. They had fostered a rather wonderful relationship and even friendship. Master Rhino especially since he was a wealth of information. She had heard of Shen's return. Had heard of the rumors, but it was something else entirely to verify it with her own eyes. The peahen paused in her stroll to look over at the hammer. She wanted to cry. She could feel the tears that threatened to gather in her eyes. Clearing her throat delicately, she turned her head away from it and stepped further down the path with purposeful stride. It took every ounce of her upbringing and training to keep the tears at bay. She had to be a diplomat now. Had to be the Lady Chuntao. She could mourn her friend when she was back in the privacy of her own home and in her own chambers. "Lady Chuntao my dear. It has been so long." The voice sparked countless memories. Happy ones, sad ones, ones filled with anger and disgust. The happy ones were fewer and hardly colored the others. Putting on her best airs, she turned and smiled as she looked over Shen. He stood only a handful of feet away, those unique red eyes of his scanning over her body as she stood there. She'd worn one of her finer robes, adoring herself with finest jewelry, make sure that she looked her best. He strode towards her, the metal guards along his feet chiming musically. "And you have only grown more beautiful." She smiled at the compliment and stepped forward to meet him. Fingers brushing over each others as she bowed her head. "It has been a very long time, Lord Shen. How have you been?" He laughed, "Never been better in my life." Chuntao took the chance to look over him now that they were close enough to touch. His body was leaner than it had been before. The last twenty years had possibly been hard on him. Someone used to living in the lap of luxury, even if he trained regularly with his martial arts, did have a certain softness. That was gone, replaced by a hard edge won through years of striving to survive. Even with his relaxed fitting robes, she could see the outline of weapons tucked here and there on his body. Who knew how many were really on him. Her mind wandered to the hammer that was planted not too far away. If he could take down Master Rhino then the rumors of him being a dangerous force were true. Meant that her job here was that much more vital. Shen let his eyes wander over her body as well, taking her in. She didn't wear much jewelry. Enough to show off, but without being gaudy about it. Any other lady he'd expect she had a dozen servants to help her dress, several of them just for her adornments. Not her though, not unless she had changed drastically. He doubted that though, not with the simple beauty she'd always preferred. Even though her feathers were a little drab in color, especially compared to his pristine white, both her gown and jewelry were done to accentuate it. In her youth she had been beautiful. Now, twenty years down the road, she had grown into her status. She now wore authority like she wore her clothes, letting it trail behind her like a grand cape. The peacocks blinked, heads angling, a smile crossing each of their features at almost the same moment. Only a breath had passed since they had first touched. Fingers locked for a moment before pulling away, Chuntao turning to fall in step with Shen as he strode past her. The pair fell in step together as they moved around the courtyard, almost but not quite touching. Metal clad feet chimed, jewelry tinkling in counterpart as they strolled around the courtyard. "What brings you around here, my dear?" He asked, hands sliding into the wide sleeves of his gown. The two of them were peacocks of the finest breeding. As much as he wished to link arms with her, to feel those fingers locked with his, the two of them were above the common rabble. In private, perhaps, but not where his soldiers could see them. He cast a sideways glance when he caught some of the wolves staring at them. They caught the slight narrowing of his eye and quickly scrambled off to do something else. "As much as I have missed seeing you, I highly doubt this is a social call." Chuntao caught sight of the wolves scrambling away out of the corner of her eye, but didn't acknowledge it. She mirrored Shen's posture, sliding her hands into her robe as well so she could brush her fingers over her arms. Goosebumps had raised along her flesh. Even catching a sidelong glance at the look he gave those wolves sent chills through her. "I came to discuss a treaty between our cities. I want to ensure my people are safe." He hesitated with his next step. "Safe from what might I ask?" "There have been raids on villages and cities in the area for a very long time." She kept words as carefully measured as her steps. "I have been worried for the safety of my people." A soft laugh came from the male, "Of course there have been raids. I needed materials for my weapon. So I sent the wolves out to do some gathering." The chiming of his metal shoes came a little louder as he added more of a dance to the step. "Now..." He laughed, "Now, no one can stand against me. Not even destiny itself." She felt her blood run cold at his tone. She kept herself in stride with him as he spoke, droning on about his weapons and plans and destiny and how nothing could change any of that now. She'd heard this type of talk before from some of the suitors she'd had here and there. While she hadn't found an appropriate partner as of yet, she had plenty of ones seeing her attention. Shen had been at the back of her mind for so long. If he hadn't... If he hadn't been exiled, they would have probably wound up together. Not just by arrangement, but also by choice. They were very close friends. Very close. At least they were until he went on his rampage and earned his exile. Then she'd worked her hardest to put her old friend out of her mind. At least until news began to ripple around about the wolf armies and raids and who knew what else happening in the wilds. Then came the news of the Kung Fu Council's defeat and Shen's return. She'd set out immediately to try and confirm it for herself. It was worse than she feared. While she thought to herself, she had kept a corner of her mind tuned to his words. When he asked her what she had to offer, she was aware enough to lock onto that and thought. "What could I offer to someone that has the means to defy destiny itself?" While her tone was marginally sarcastic, Shen missed that entirely. The male preened at her words, his tail fanning proudly. "Yes," he trilled, toes tapping out a merry tune as they walked. "What could anyone offer me at this point that I don't already have." His voice dropped as he stepped forward. "What could anyone offer me that I can't just take for myself?" "Me." She'd taken a couple more steps before noticing that he'd stopped. Breathing, she took a few more steps before allowing herself to stop and turn to look at him in return. Her tail twitched behind her slowly as she tilted her head at the perfect angle. She knew just how to hold herself. Just the perfect angle to hold her head at. How to face herself toward him to let him see herself in profile yet still partially head on. Let him get a really good look at her like this. A full on Lady, a noble of equal rank to him, standing there with him. Just the two of them. The barest, most coy of smiles crossed her features as she watched him. It took every ounce of her training to hold that expression. She dare not meet his eyes. Not only to appear more submissive to him and convince him to take her on the offer, but to avoid him reading something in them that would give up her game before the deal was made. Oh me oh my oh. Shen could not believe his luck. Not only was he home. Not only had he proven his superiority against the council. But now here she was. The hen that had been his closest friend all those years ago. The hen that he'd fantasied about countless times. He was fair from untested in bed. Countless hens had found their way into his bed. None of them peahens, but sometimes all you needed was a place to find some release. Chickens, pheasants, he'd even gone with some mammals and a couple reptiles. Just had to expand the horizon of his experiences. However, each time he'd been with a hen, he'd been fantasizing about Chuntao. Imagining what it'd be like to have her under him. Her rear lifted towards him. Whimpering his name as he drove deep into her with each plunge of his hips. Red eyes looked over her now. He'd given her a good look over earlier, now he found himself really examining her. They were roughly the same age, he might very well be the older one. He'd honestly forgotten. It didn't matter though. Looking over her body slowly, he found himself growing excited. The way the sunlight caught and shimmered off her feathers. She kept her gaze low, submissive. Yes. Yes! Even she was submitting to him. Just as destiny itself would do soon enough. His heart was beating faster as his gaze swept down her lovely frame. The curve of her neck and arched of her spine guided his gaze down her body before the slight arch of her tail made his eyes slow and roll back along her body. The slightest shift of her body made the fine gown pull just tight enough to show off the shape of her thigh. It was only there for the briefest of moments, but more than long enough let his mind craft an image for what she looked like under her dress. While she might not be a kung fu master, certainly no where near his skill level, he could only imagine how well she had maintained her body. Shen shifted slowly where he stood, thankful for the loose fitting robes once again. He was getting very excited again, more than when he'd been atop his cannon. It took every ounce of self-control he had to keep from licking his beak here and there. Instead, he tightened his resolve and stepped forward. Careful, controlled, letting the chime of his claws echo through the courtyard. He stopped when his chest was nearly touching hers. "You wish to give yourself to me?" Brows arched slowly, "All to keep your people safe?" He laughed softly and dropped his voice as he stepped closer. "You'd offer everything to keep them from whatever harm there might be out here?" Chuntao kept her gaze averted and her voice soft, "I am no fighter. Nor do I have a large army to defend my people." She rolled her head slightly and fluttered her eyes, "I have to rely on treaties." The proud peacock took a half step away from her, "And how many... treaties have you forged with other people?" His undertone was rather obvious. She breathed out a low coo and turned her head until her beak very nearly touched his neck. "None." The hen stood close to him, not touching but instead standing close enough that their bodies were tingling with the nearness. "You would be the first I would ever reach such an..." she paused for a moment before breathing, "agreement." If he were a weaker man, he'd have let his knees wobble and weaken at her tone. Even with all his training, he still found his knees buckling just a little. All these years and she was still virginal? Oh sweet heavens above it couldn't get any better could it? He worked his mouth for a moment before smiling. "Well then. Perhaps we should retire somewhere more..." he looked around the courtyard, "private than here?" Chuntao followed the sweep of his arm as he indicated the courtyard. Her eyes paused on the hammer for a moment before breaking away again. "Please." --- Shen was shaking as he paced back and forth across the room. As loathe as he was to admit it he was... Nervous? Eager? He angled his head and glanced at the door. Bill clicked softly and tongue rolled against his dry mouth. Placing his hands against each other, he took a breath to steady himself. He was Lord fucking Shen, he wasn't about to let some hen rattle him this deep. Certainly not one that had already submitted to him and offered him everything she had and was. Except she wasn't just any other hen. Grinding his beak, he pressed his hands tighter together and shook. He wasn't going to let himself be rattled by anyone. Not by other masters, not by his troops, not by the Soothsayer, not by fate, and certainly not by some hen! Even if the hen was his oldest friend that he'd been lusting after for the majority of his life. He was Lord fucking Shen, master of his own destiny. His resolve steadied as he took deeper breaths and rolled his shoulders. Each breath made it easier for him to control himself and ready his body for the challenge he was about to face. Chuntao was in the next room and he was her first. He was facing the greatest challenge of his life. He had to rock her fucking world. He was going to be the first, and only, male to ever take her but he was going to make sure to ruin her for any other males. Breathing out a sigh and smiling, he stepped in front of a large polished silver mirror and began to strip off his robe. He admired his body as the robe fell away. This is what perfection looked like. If there was anything better than this, it could only exist in the afterlife. As the robe fell away, it revealed his body in its fullest. He wore a leather harness under the robe, numerous sheaths and pouches holding his weapons. After folding and putting his robe aside, he started taking the feather blades and meteor daggers and other things out of their sheaths. Each found their way onto a padded tray before the mirror. The darts came next, ropes uncoiling from his arms before being gently wound and placed next to the metallic feathers. His guan dao was next. The weapon feeling nice and solid in his hand as he laid it on the topmost rack. Usually, he'd give into the temptation to snap out the weapon's pole and give it a few test swings. There was something so immensely satisfying about snapping it out and making it lock into place. Not this time though. He breathed out a huff and ran his fingers over the collapsible staff before tapping the curves of the blade. The last items were his metal foot covers. Fingers down to the buckles before pausing for a moment. Should he take them off? He'd worn them for so long, years now, with only taking them off long enough to clean or tend to them. He felt more naked without them than he did without his clothing. Shen closed his eyes and breathed slowly before flicking the buckles. A nervous flutter raced through his gut as cool air rushed between the claws' leather backing and his foot. Toes flexed as he pulled the guards away, looking at them for a long moment before hanging them on the rarely used stand. Before he could change his mind about taking them with him, he straightened and worked off his harness. That he was thankful to get rid of. The straps and buckles often pinched and pulled at his feathers in the most uncomfortable fashion. Rolling his shoulders, he shrugged out of the contraption before hanging it over a dummy. Thus disrobed and disarmed, the peacock stepped into a shallow bowl of warm water. Dipping his feet into it, he breathed out a coo as it soaked into his feet. He wouldn't spend long cleaning, just a quick soak, a little splashing, and then onto a plush towel. Feathers ruffle and spread as the peacock ran his feet around the towel to clean them thoroughly before pressing his body to the luxurious softness of the fabric. Wearing the weapons and harness tended to wear on one during the day. Normally, he'd take a little longer to clean himself up. But he was already too eager. The red flesh of his cock peeking out of his gloriously snowy plumage once again. Unlike earlier, he wasn't about to be denied. No, he would have his glorious release. Shen crossed to the door in a couple paces and threw it open. He stepped through the doors as they parted, tail feathers swinging up and apart just as he cleared the portals. Chuntao looked up with a start as the doors banged off the wall before drifting closed. She looked over his bare form before glancing away, her nares flushing a pink color. The peahen hadn't fully disrobed yet. Gone was her adornments and jewelry, the accoutrements laid out neatly on what had been his mother's dressing table. Her robe was pulled back just far enough to reveal a shoulder and part of her back to him. She'd chosen her seat with every bit of care as he'd taken with his entrance. The hen lounged on top of a low stack of cushions, her elegant body stretched out atop them. A window, thrown open to reveal the setting sun, stood behind her as the most perfect of backgrounds. As his tail fanned even wider and shook with each step, she let her gown whisper down to reveal her body. A flick of her wrist removed the robe fully and with a grand flourish. The gown flicking into the air before fluttering to rest on the smooth floor beside her. Her nares flushed deeper as she rolled on the cushions and stretched her entire body outwards. Hands sliding over the smooth surface as she brought her knees under herself. A smooth arch started at her head, rolling down her neck, across her back, and to her hips. Chuntao dropped her shoulders and lifted her rear, tail feathers fanning to show off her wonderfully pink petals to him. Eyes locked on her privates, Shen strode across the bedroom with eager anticipation. "You do not know how long I've waited to see that summer peach." His eyes darted towards her eyes as she glanced back at him. "Either of them." Chuntao turned her head away from him, "I have waited as well." Her voice cracked a little, nerves showing as the male moved onto the cushions and hovered over her. "Saved myself." Shen moved over her before lowering himself, thighs sliding over hers. Her smaller tail feathers tickled his belly before her hips shifted, letting them slip between his belly and thigh. Leaning over the smaller hen, he ran his beak over her neck feathers slowly. Breathing in her flowery scent, he moaned as the pointed tip of his curving, tapered length pressed to her entrance. "For me?" She didn't answer him, but the shift of her hips gave him all the details that he needed. Hands slipped over her hips as the peacock drew away. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he rolled her onto her back. Chuntao looked up at him with a surprised expression as he moved to lay over her. Fingers brushed over her cheek as he pressed the underside of his cock to her privates. "You do not know how many nights I dreamed of this very thing." His legs pressed against hers, lifting them slowly as he shifted against her again. "Being with you, having you, smelling you, feeling you..." He trailed off for a moment before leaning in, "Tasting you." Shen's tongue slipped over her open beak before sliding in. She lifted towards him, beaks sliding together as her tongue pressed over hers. He moaned and cupped her head, deepening the kiss as she welcomed him in. Precum spilled onto her pristine feathers before he rolled his hips back. Tip kissed her folds again as he broke the kiss. "Experiencing every inch of you." Twin cries arose from the peafowls as he penetrated her. His length pushing into her virginal folds and claiming her cherry blossom. Slick inner walls gripped his length and squeezed it as Shen pressed himself as deep as he could into his partner. Chuntao huffed, cheeks flushed and eyes watering as she looked up at Shen. "You do not know how long I've waited to do this." "Oh yes," he huffed, hips stirring against hers. Cock barely moving inside of her as he savored the feel of her freshly deflowered vent squeezing him. "I've wanted to make you mine for so long." "No, I mean this." He breathed out a questioning noise, too distracted by the feel of the hen under him to notice where her hands were reaching. Quick as snake she snapped her hands up. The sash of her robe being stuffed into his beak as she threw every ounce of her body into a frantic heave that threw the peafowl pair over. Shen grunted as he was thrown onto his back, Chuntao straddling him. Her legs pressed tight to his flanks as she pressed the sash tight into his mouth. The edges of his beak curled started to curl into a smile as he mumbled about her being a very naughty hen as she wrapped his head and beak with the sash before tying it. If she wanted to be this frisky, he could get behind it. Hands fell to her hips to try and bounce her, but were immediately slapped away. "Get your filthy hands off me!" She hissed. Shen's eyes narrowed at her before reaching for the sash. Her hands snapped out, trying to get his wrists with another sash. "Do you think I would just forgive you after everything you've done?" He lurched under her, throwing the hen to the side. The pair tumbled from their cushioned perch to the floor with a thud. Chuntao's head cracked off the wood, eyes rolling back as she gasped. He snarled at her and fought the loops she'd managed to get around his wrists before hunching over her, hips still thrusting against her tightness. She dare try and attack him, Lord Shen?! Oh he'd make her pay. Make her entire city pay. He'd have her tied up where he could seed her day in and day out. Take her with him to make her watch as he razed her precious city to the ground, enslaved her people. Yes! And he'd mount her as he did it. Pump a load so deep into her as his glorious cannon ripped her defenses apart. Cackling into the gag, he pressed his hands to her throat and pinned her down, wild red eyes locking with hers. He rolled his entire body into the thrusts, body slamming painfully against hers as he dug his cock brutally deep into her with each motion. Once again, the peahen distracted him. He was so caught up in claiming her that he failed to notice the shapes dart into the room through the open window. A large body crashed into him, knocking him off her. Wet cock slipping free of her folds and twitching against the air. Shen instinctively twisted and brought both feet into the belly, digging them in and clawing as best he could. Even without his metal claws, he still was best with his kicks. Feet hammering the attacker in the gut repeatedly. The attacker rolled off with a muffled yelp, giving him just enough time to roll to his feet. Several soldiers filled the room, each of them wearing dark clothing. A group of dholes and one red vixen that stood by Chuntao. Her own personal guard, he recognized them from various visits to her home so long ago. They were well trained and loyal to the core. Shen's eyes narrowed in a glare as he called out for his own guard, only then remembering the sash wrapped tightly around his beak. The soldiers swarmed before he could rip off the gag, attacking from all angles. They were fast, agile, and fully clothed. While he was fast, agile, and sadly lacking in clothing. His raging erection didn't help. Especially as a couple more brutal soldiers took swings or kicks towards his privates, forcing him to dodge and twist. He twisted and twirled, trying to reach for the sash. Each time his hand would get near it, an attack would come singing in or a weapon would swipe at him. More than once, the attacks were aimed a bit low. A kick or weapon swinging towards his raging erection. He twisted and twirled, blocking with a kick or arm to keep his lordly rod from being damaged. It twitched as air and feathers kept brushing past it. Precum spilling over his fingers and sailing through the air as he dodged a dhole. He'd been on the cusp of a climax before Chuntao surprised him, now he continued to hover on that edge. In a strange way, this was exciting. He began to tighten up his movements, letting him rub over the guards as they attacked him. He was Lord Shen, unstoppable, untouchable, unbeatable! It didn't take long before a weighted rope was wrapped around one arm, pulling tight. He spun at the attacker, making her dodge and dart past him. The rope snapped around, wrapping him in several loops before he'd even regained his balance. Cord snapped taught, throwing him off balance and making him lurch as another weight wrapped around his leg and pulled tight. Cloth wrapped chains lashed out, crashing against his side and making him wheeze. Stars flashed in front of his eyes as he staggered and lashed out blindly with a kick. Chuntao's personal guard darted and swirled around him in a whirlwind of cloth, rope, and chain. For a brief moment, he was lifted in the air as the chains wrapped tightly around him before being locked in place. The peacock dropped to the ground, legs buckling under the heavy weight of the chains that threatened to crush his chest with their tightness. He could only take the barest of breaths. He refused to go down. He would not. He was Lord Shen! As his knees wobbled and straightened, he shot Chuntao and her vixen a glare that surely should have killed them where they stood. The fox returned his glare with one of her own before darting at him. He bounced, both feet kicking at her in one last act of defiance. She hit the ground, sliding under him, twisting, grabbing. Heavy manacles attached to a board snapped in place around his ankles, securing his legs apart. Shen hit the ground chest first, huffing as he glared at anyone he could. The guards lifted him to his feet, hauling his arms at an uncomfortable angle as they held him up. Chuntao's guard were helping her into her gown, whispering quiet assurances to their lady. She smiled and waved them off before fixing him with the coldest, iciest stare he'd ever seen. The look making even the great Lord Shen back up a half step, wobbling awkwardly as the board restrained his legs. Chuntao sighed and turned her head, avoiding looking at the bound, erect peacock. "I had hoped to end this peacefully. That perhaps you could be negotiated with." She shook her head and tightened her robe around her body, wincing as she stood and walked towards the window. "Bring him with us. We should be near the valley by morning. With luck, his guards won't notice his absence until then." The hen looked over her shoulder with a sideways smirk. "Then we'll see how loyal they really are." She tucked her arms into her sleeves, "He is much better silenced, isn't he?" The red vixen stepped up to her lady, sweeping an arm around Chuntao before leaping out the window. The fox-like dhole guards surrounded Shen, grabbing him by chains and rope as they hurried to the opening as well. "How long do you think he'll stay erect?" one questioned. "Do you think the fight excited him?" a second asked. Another laughed, "The question is, how long will the Lady make him stay like that before allowing him any sort of release." Laughter bubbled around him as the soldiers hauled him out and down, bouncing from rooftop to rooftop.
Guro Challenge #25: Organs by chelonianmobile	#25 of 33 Day Guro Challenge Please excuse my use of a magic AU and a cheesy manga trope. - Blaggut supposed Slipp was right, he was an idiot; a clever beast would have asked what the word "quarantine" actually meant before going to find out for himself. Of course he'd been caught and thrown out,	[ "Abuse", "Angst", "Body Horror", "Hanahaki", "M/M", "No-Yiff", "Rat", "Redwall", "illness" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150581-guro-challenge-25-organs	Blaggut supposed Slipp was right, he was an idiot; a clever beast would have asked what the word "quarantine" actually meant before going to find out for himself. Of course he'd been caught and thrown out, amid many curses from the healers (he didn't speak their language but he got the gist), followed by many more curses from Slipp (those he did understand). By then it was too late, and many months later he was still living with the consequences. The ward had been full of young lads and lasses, mostly delicate of build and pale of ear and nosetip, thin from their sickness. They languished gracefully and sighed and swooned, and he was sure they were holding back the worst of their coughs even though bringing up the suffocating matter in their lungs could save them. Blaggut did not. He had tried, would hold it back as long as he could, and he could hold it for a while because it came in bursts. But the filth collecting inside him hurt and sooner or later he would have to force it out in great hacking coughs which buckled his knees and shook his body and tore his throat and left him spitting bloody slime. The stink of compost lingered in his breath under the peppery sweetness, and he grew to hate the colour orange. When the captain called him stupid, his throat tingled. When the captain hit him, he coughed and swallowed back the mess. When the captain left him alone, his hammock shook with his coughs, and he felt a little sorrow as he threw the result away and lay awake, waiting for his lungs to stop burning so he could get some sleep. Now he leans over, paws resting on the bedside table in their borrowed room, hurting from throat to gut. Tears mat his fur, and he glances over at Slipp's empty bed, so close to his own. The door opens. "Hey, wotcher doin' in 'ere in the middle o' the day? Here I am slavin' me paws to the bone over those damn pots, an' yore lazin' about! Wot're you even doin'?" Blaggut looks at the wilting marigold floating in the washbowl, thick globular strings of saliva ruining the pure water, and picks more petals off his tongue. "Nothin', Cap'n. Nothin' at all." The captain snorts and leaves, and Blaggut's lungs hurt less than his heart. Hanahaki Disease is an illness borne of one-sided love, causing flowers to form and grow in the lungs. The Language of Flowers declares marigolds a symbol of cruelty in love.
An Outside Influence by Jeeves	Jake finds his life being managed by an outside influence. An omniscient narrator who can bend the world to their will around him. But, is this discovery a problem for the tiger? Or can he use it to find himself the life of which he had always dreamed? - This story was written for Serling as part of	[ "Cum", "Cute", "Love", "M/F", "Masturbation", "Orgasm", "Otter", "Outdoors", "Romance", "Sex", "Tiger", "Vaginal", "fourth wall" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146049-an-outside-influence	This story was written for Serling as part of my "Between the worlds" themed Patreon Request Day. \<3 It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and fourth wall related fun. :3 An Outside Influence As he lay in bed, Justin was aware of a presence. Someone who was not only aware of him too, but so acutely aware, it was though they were observing his very state of being. Like they were perhaps even going so far as to describe it, from his position in bed to the very thoughts running through his mind at that moment. Justin was hard. He gasped, as though having previously been unaware of his own arousal. But that was silly. Of course he'd known he was hard. His mind was suddenly flooded by the memories of him stroking his own cock, the tiger's rumbling purrs ringing out through his bedroom as he worked his bare body to a state of trembling, breathless arousal. If only he had someone to share this space with. Someone other, of course, than that eternally watching presence. The sound of a shower running nearby made the feline male jump, and pull himself bolt upright in bed. Okay, he was definitely not going crazy. He was alone in his apartment. His small apartment, and... Turning his head to the right, the tiger chuckled. Of course he wasn't alone. The light was on in the en-suite of his large suburban home's master bedroom, and from within he could not only hear the sound of the shower drumming against the glass of the large cubicle, but giggling and moaning echoing from within. He growled softly, and rubbed at his right temple in confusion. It made total sense. It was his reality. It was all he had ever known, and yet... it wasn't. It was new. Different. Influenced by some outside force. Justin looked upward, and saw only the bedroom ceiling. He growled under her breath nonetheless, addressing whomsoever, or whatsoever was out there, toying with him. "T-this... this isn't funny. If this is some game to you? This is my life. My life." There was no answer. Justin felt dumb for thinking that someone might actually answer him. "Hey. Fuck you! I don't feel dumb. I mean... wait, what?!" The tiger reeled in confusion, but as soon as he realised why he was doing so, at the behest of that unseen influence, he drew himself upright once more and clenched his fists in defiance. A split second later he stopped, and flung his hands skyward. He stuck out his tongue. He thrust his hips forward, making his cock slap from thigh to belly in a goofy arc. Then he fell limp, collapsing to the floor with his head in his hands. He truly didn't know whether the force he could feel exerting itself upon him was merely \_describing\_what he was doing... or if it was making him do those things. His whole world felt like it was crumbling around him. His sense of self. His very being. And still, all this while, the shower continued to run, and from within the bathroom alongside gently billowing clouds of condensation, louder and more urgent moans began to ring out. Justin lifted his head, and looked towards the bathroom before glancing skyward. He looked... not defeated exactly, but at least like someone who no longer wished to fight what seemed increasingly inevitable. He chuckled softly. "I'm gonna enjoy what's in the bathroom, aren't I?" There was still no answer. But just when Justin was about to growl again, not understanding why that invisible force wouldn't just admit that it was there and let him at least try to come to terms with things, a small piece of lined paper fluttered down from the dresser standing by the nearest wall. A piece of paper upon which several words were scrawled in rather messy handwriting that the tiger did not recognise as belonging to anyone he knew. The words made no sense as a reminder or a note of any sort, except... they perfectly answered the question that Justin had just asked. 'That, and a whole lot more.' The tiger rose to his feet, he stared down at his six inch cock. He looked up, and chuckled dryly. He stared down at his eight inch cock, large and plump balls hanging beneath, and licked his lips as a little rivulet of pre-cum began to ooze in a state of near constant productivity from his twitching member. "Fuck yeah..." He chuckled. He grabbed the base of his cock in one hand, squeezing it with a breathless moan, and began to masturbate even as he walked into the bathroom to see what, and whom awaited him within. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* All of a sudden, Justin was in the bathroom. He must have only jumped ten feet or so in space, and a matter of seconds in time, but it was still deeply disconcerting to feel like reality had skipped a beat. Like a scene had just stopped and started anew, and whatever small unnecessary aspects of life he had taken part in during those moments had ceased to be of relevance to any aspect of reality, himself included. He knew not to worry about such things though. At least, he knew it once he realised he knew it. He also knew not to think about the things that he realised were being fed to him by whatever force was overseeing this whole scene, otherwise he'd just be thinking about thinking about stuff, and it would end up getting into a whole circular-logic based ramble that would be really really hard to get out of without a pretty drastic and un-subtle shift in focu- "Oh god. Oh god, h-harder!" Justin's attention turned to the shower, against which he could see two breasts and the cheek of a furred face pressed, alongside two hands pawing feverishly at the steamed up glass. He didn't recognise the woman wailing and obviously lost in pleasure within, at least not at first. As he approached the shower door boldly however, first an inkling, then a more solid awareness began to spread through his mind. Memories flooded in of the prior night, and his eight inches throbbed happily within his hand as he recalled that horny as he might have been, his cock had been given more than enough opportunities to drain his always full and productive balls prior to falling asleep. Pulling open the shower, the tiger groaned hungrily as he stepped inside and saw not one but two women within the steamy water's flow. The woman scrabbling and shrieking and panting against the shower's glass wall was a husky, and the one kneeling behind her, three fingers driving in and out of her pussy in a frenzy was her twin sister. Justin paused. He raised an eyebrow. Her sister?! What the hell kind of sisters wanted to fuck each other? He smiled as he shook his head, looking down at the woman burying three of her fingers deep in the husky's wet depths and seeing a panting, grinning German Shepherd. The husky's best friend, her trusted confidante and someone who since their teenage years had harboured the deepest, all consuming crush upon the husky. But definitely not in any way related to her. Ew. Gross. Totally not hot at all. "Oh... Justin... t-thank you." The German Shepherd gave a happy whimper, not for a moment slowing the pace of her fingers as they pounded at the husky's g-spot. "Because of you, I get to spend the rest of my life with Sarah. If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for last night... she never would have seen me like this. As more than a friend. A lover. Someone she can share her life, and her body with." This had been Justin's fantasy for years. Best friends, one harbouring a deep and passionate love for the other, finally brought together by his charm and warmth. Drawn to one another as they lay in bed together with him, and soon head over heels with the other woman, though always eager and willing to share their bed with the man responsible for awakening the truth that would make them happy. It had been his fantasy for years, and Justin had brought himself to countless orgasms imagining it playing out just like this. So why now... now that he was living it, now that he was seeing it play out in front of him, did he find it kind of cheesy? Why now was he looking at these two women, and asking himself whether or not they would actually be happier if they'd found one another without him, and could love each other on their own merits... not as part of some straight guy's lesbian-centric fantasy. Justin didn't even have to glance upward this time, nor did reality have to cut itself to shift the scene. He was prepared. He was willing to accept the reality of what was occurring, bizarre as it admittedly as. He found himself back in bed. Sitting up, naked, erect, but not in some vast suburban home with an en-suite and a shower almost as big as his entire bathroom. He was in an apartment. Bigger than... well, no, not bigger than the one he'd once lived in, for this was that place. But where before it might have been a little cramped and outdated, it was modestly spacious and fully up to date in its decoration and fittings. The landlord wasn't a cheapskate. He was actually kind of awesome in the care he took not only for his apartments, but the tenants within them. He respected them, and they respected him in return. The tiger chuckled to himself, even as he lay back and admired his eight inch cock and those hefty, swollen balls. "A respectful and reasonable landlord... yeah, if I wasn't already sure that something was messed up in the world? That'd do it." From beside Justin, a warm murmur rose up, and the soft sheets of the bed were pulled back by a yawning, stretching figure. The tiger glanced down at the otter, and he felt his heart swell, tears prickling at his eyes. A moment ago he had been thinking about his landlord. Now all he could think about, all he had ever been able to think about when she was in his field of view, was her. The otter's lithe body stretched, arching her back and pulling the sheets down to her belly. She gave a little burp as she yawned, and flung her hands over her muzzle as Justin snorted with laughter. She thrashed her hands in his direction as he rolled over and pretended to inhale deeply, giving a teasing moan as though turned on, and he caught her digits within his, feeling their wedding rings gently tap against one another. "Mmm... so hot. Belch for me, baby..." He howled with laughter as Rachel pushed him over and away from her, only to leap up and straddle his body, beating at his chest with playful, harmless fists. Her own naked body, pleasingly plump with curves that she was not afraid to show off and make work for her, pressed down against his, and she giggled as she felt his erection being pinned down by her own crotch. "Careful. With morning wood like that, a girl might think you really were turned on by her belching." The tiger grinned. "Who says I was kidding? You do it so often, god knows it'd explain our sex life." Rachel squealed and thumped him on one shoulder with a little more firm a punch, but her smile only got brighter, lighting up the room and making Justin's head spin with just how goddamn much he loved her. She leaned right down across the tiger's strong figure, and bumped the tip of her nose against his. "Speaking of our sex life..." She wriggled her hips, grinding her crotch against Justin's and making him growl happily as her pussy's lips parted and slid across the length of his swollen member. The tiger shuddered, and as his arms wrapped tenderly around the woman he loved while she continued to rub herself all over him, he glanced briefly up and over her shoulde-... "Hey. Eyes on me." Before he could direct a single thought to the unseen, outside influence however, Rachel drew his attention right back to her. She kissed him deeply, and before Justin could think, before he could even draw new breath to cry out, she was slipping his cock inside of her and slowly, tenderly beginning to ride him. "Ahh... Justin, forget the writer. Let him do what he needs to do. C'mon. This is me. Me. Who cares that we're written to be this way. That we're together because it works for the story. It's not our problem. It's our blessing. So... let him do his thing, and you just focus on doing your wife. The more time you spend concentrating on that, the less time he has to waste on written exposition like this. Wouldn't you rather him be writing me moaning in pleasure? You filling me with cum? The two of us screaming and roaring together in ecstasy?" The tiger blushed. "Y-yeah. I'm sorry, Rach. It's just... I wasn't sure... y'know... t-that you..." Rachel kissed him again, and began to ride him a little more firmly, to distract him and make him drop the subject as much as anything. "Of course I know, Justin. The writer figured out what you wanted. What you really wanted. Not some sexual fantasy to live out, but reality. With sex... sure, and lots of it. But based around so much more. Love, and the million little things that make love work. And part of love? Is trust. And trust means that I need to know these things. Things like the very make-up of our reality being bent around some smutty author's wishes... and now, ours too." With a wave of her hand, Rachel giggled as Justin cried out in shock. The bed disappeared, and instead they were lying upon a mountainside, in a meadow full of wildflowers. Still naked. Still with her riding him. But outdoors, and with a cool mountain breeze stiffening the otter's nipples upon her chest. As quickly as they appeared on the mountainside, they were back in their bedroom, Rachel's point made. She pulled herself upright, and guided Justin's hands to her flanks so he could hold her steady, not to mention caress and enjoy the sexy curves of her form, as she began to bounce up and down upon his thick cock. "C'mon... aah... you don't need the writer's help for this. He just has to put the words down. You're the one doing it. You're the one choosing to do it. Please... oh, p-please, Justin. Fuck me." Rachel gave a giddy squeal as the tiger rolled them over, pinning her beneath him and starting to do exactly as she asked. Her hands clawed and scratched desperately at his back as his thick erection plunged deep into her, the tiger's heavy balls slapping and almost spanking her quivering ass. "Harder. Harder. Ooohhhh r-right there, yes!" Her inner muscles clamped down around the tiger, but he didn't need the unseen force to write it in order to feel it. He felt her juices flowing, dribbling and them gushing with greater volume out over his erection and the surrounding furred flesh, but not because he thought that was hot. It was happening because his cock was plunging deep into the otter's tight depths, and rubbing his girthy shaft all over her sensitive inner workings. It was happening because it was real. Because his actions had consequences, and he wanted to use those actions to make his lover... his wife happy with every breath, every heartbeat granted to him. Justin stared down into Rachel's eyes as he saw her hanging on the brink of ecstasy, and held his gaze there. He smiled at her. He growled, and moaned as her mouth widened in a shocked, desperate 'O'. Her thighs clamped down around his waist, and her back arched, lifting him up with the force she exerted as an ear-splitting cry signalled her orgasm's arrival. "Yes! Yes , Justin... c-cum with me. Cum, baby! Now!" The tiger knew he could have, if he wanted to. He could do anything. Be anywhere, be with anyone. All he had to do was think it, and let the writer write it. But he didn't. He kept fucking his wife. Kept pressing his cock deep inside of her clutching, quivering, soaking and burning hot depths. And though it didn't happen right away, precisely and perfectly as she begged him to... it wasn't long before he was cumming, and filling Rachel up with his seed even as she trembled and whimpered in the wake of her own orgasm. "Yes... y-yessss... ohhh, baby... I love you so much..." The otter moaned happily to her husband as she felt him let loose, not rushed, not hastened by the writer's influence. Exactly when his body was ready, not a moment sooner. Justin opened his muzzle to reply in kind, but closed it again with only a mid-orgasmic grunt. He saved it. He shivered, and bucked his hips, but he saved his declaration of love. He didn't mind the writer's presence. He was glad of it, for without it, for all he knew, none of this would have been possible. But this... those words he had to speak to Rachel, he wanted them to be private. To be personal. And to be his alone. It didn't matter of no-one else saw or read or heard them. It didn't matter if they existed at all, to the writer and whatever unseen influences lived alongside him. His feelings were real. His love for Rachel was real. And he'd tell her. He'd share that with her, and a whole life's worth more of feelings and experiences, too. All just around the corner. All waiting for the two of them to share in them. All lying just beyond... The End By Jeeves Like my stories? 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When Brothers bond by Nahualmorph	In this story, the bangaa brothers from his Ivalice story arc get close and personal after a rather intense battle. If you want to know them better, you should totally read the arc called "My sword, my clan" from his "Chronicles of the final gamer" story series. Hell, you should read the entire	[ "Anal", "Fanfiction", "Final Fantasy", "First Time", "Gay", "Incest", "M/M", "Masturbation", "Oral", "Reptile", "Virgin", "bangaa" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144497-when-brothers-bond	WHEN BROTHERS BOND By: Nahualmorph. This is a fanfiction story based in a friend's characters. [https://z-jam-c.sofurry.com/](https://z-jam-c.sofurry.com/) It is one hundred per cent non cannon. It was just a thing I wanted to write about to use as fap material. In this story, the bangaa brothers from his Ivalice story arc get close and personal after a rather intense battle. If you want to know them better, you should totally read the arc called "My sword, my clan" from his "Chronicles of the final gamer" story series. Hell, you should read the entire series, trust me, you'll love it. Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of sexual interaction between two male characters that may or may not be related by blood. If you're underage and are reading this...don't get caught!!! The universe of Ivalice and all species and stuff like that belong to Square enix. Baldwin and Fayne belong to: [https://z-jam-c.sofurry.com/](https://z-jam-c.sofurry.com/) (again...go read his stuff, right now!) Everyone had different ways of dealing with near death experiences. Some people drink, some people eat, some people fuck...some people finds enlightenment and decide to devote their lives to become better persons. Some people abandon all materialism and wander around the world in a never ending pilgrimage trying to spread their message of faith. Fayne was glad his brother went for the easy ones. What surprised him, was the fact that apparently Baldwin was going for several of them at the same time. The muscled Bangaa laughed loudly with an arm wrapped around a female Viera, holding his fifth glass of pinkie-pie in a hand and an entire roasted pork leg in the other. Fayne chuckled as he watched his brother trying to maintain balance while burying his face between the nu-mou's breasts. He focused on his drink again. Three hours ago, he and Baldwin were fighting yet another poor soul possessed by the dark. They were next to a lake of dark water in the middle of a forgotten forest, with the skeleton of a human at the bottom and a spectral shape floating over the water. "That'szzh not fair, how am I supposzzhed to kick its aszzh if I can't even reach it?" "I have an idea...but I need you to distract it" said Fayne kneeling next to the water. "You'd better know what you're doing bro...I have just the thing" Baldwin dived into the cold water and started diving towards the skeleton. The wraith shrieked in anger and sunk into the lake as well. The calm waters immediately started agitating, creating a violent whirlwind in seconds. "Baldwin!" Fayne almost stopped his praying to jump after his brother. But he knew then both would be dead. The only hope for Baldwin was to finish his ritual. He clasped his hands together and started chanting, being extra careful to pronounce the words correctly, for his brother's life depended on it. Fayne's body started glowing with a white aura and the Bangaa touched the water with the palms of his hands. The white aura seemed to melt away from Fayne's body into the entire lake. He could hear the spirit's agonizing cry as the holy water engulfed both, the skeleton and the ghost. The whirlwind slowly died and the waters returned to normal as the glow disappeared. Fayne jumped into the water, disappearing for a moment before breaking the surface and dragging Baldwin's limp form to shore. Fayne placed Baldwin face down, pressing hard on his brother's back to expel the water from his lungs, turning him around to check his breathing and heartbeat. Baldwin had none. Overcoming his fear, Fayne started performing CPR, alternating between massaging his hearth and giving him mouth to mouth breathing. After a full minute, Fayne's eyes were starting to water as he continued frantically pumping his brother's hearth. Baldwin finally coughed weakly and opened his eyes just as Fayne's lips were about to touch his. "Gah!...you're going to make me paszh out again" Fayne laughed and hugged his brother tightly. "You fucking idiot, don't ever do szzhomething like that again" "Hey, hey..." Baldwin groaned, pulling Fayne's ears. "People...or...forest creatures will get the wrong idea...I Promisszhe...heh...it's not like I want you to kiszzh me ever again" "You asszhole" said Fayne, helping his brother to his feet. "Did you notice you let your esszzhes shlip when you're nervous?" "Gaah! Next time I'll let you drown!" And here they were now, at the Equestrian, celebrating another victory over the Dark. Fayne finished his drink and ordered another one. Even if his reasons were different, he wanted to get as drunk as his brother tonight. Fayne blinked and looked around, not seeing Baldwin anywhere. He noticed the girls were also missing and chuckled. Baldwin sure knew how to celebrate life. He made small talk with Wootton, feeling the pleasant buzz from the drinks. Wootton smiled and motioned with his head towards the stairs leading to the guest rooms. "Either your brother got off in record time, or he fell asleep mid fuck" Fayne turned the nu-mou and Viera walking downstairs and leaving the bar. "The world will end before something like that happens, I'll better go check on him." "Make sure he cleans his mess...the last cleaning maid said she was afraid she'd get pregnant just by walking into the room with the smell of cum alone" Fayne laughed and stumbled upstairs, realizing he was way more drunk than he thought. He stopped outside the room he and Baldwin were supposed to share and knocked on the door. "Hey...are you alive in there bro?" "Yeah...let me juszzht...let me put some clothes on" The door finally opened and Fayne entered. Baldwin was wearing just a pair of shorts that did a poor job at hiding his erection. Fayne noticed the bruise on his brother's chest where he had given him the cardiac massage. Baldwin grunted and sat on the double bed. "Umm...it'sh..ngh...rare of you to...refusszhe a threeway, specially with a nu-mou" "I juszzht wasn't in the mood" "Now I know you're either dying or bullszzh...ggh...you're lying. What happened? were they not really female or something" Baldwin laughed loudly for a few seconds. "Give me more credit than that...I know a female when I szhee one...they were juszzht...not what I expected" "Now I'm curious...what could happen to make you say no to a nu-mou and a viera all hot for you" "I don't wanna talk about it...I think we sszhould just get some szzhleep" "Baldwin..." "Ok...ok...the viera...she...she szzhtuck a finger up my ass...I think she wanted to peg me" Fayne's laughter could be heard all the way back to the storage room. "Wow little brother...you sure know how to pick'em" "Szzhut up..." Baldwin sat on the edge of the bed and took a drink from his applejack, unconsciously rubbing his tented crotch with his other hand. "Damn...I'm still szzho horny...if she had insisted for another minute I probably would have szhaid yeszh" "well, they are gone now. You'll have to...hold it for tomorrow night. Hopefully you'll get lucky. Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed" Fayne removed his clothes until he was only clad in his wool underwear. "And what am I szzhuposzhed to do with thiszh?" Baldwin pointed at his obvious erection. "ngh! Fine! Take care of it. I'll juszht...I'll szhleep facing the wall." "I...It's going to be awkward jerking off next to my szhleeping brother." Fayne groaned and rolled on his side to face Baldwin. "What do you want Baldwin? Are you going to make me wait outside in my underwear while you maszhturbate because you got cock blocked?" Baldwin sighed. It did sound a bit unfair. "Maybe...you could join me." Fayne raised an eyebrow, feeling himself sobering up a little due to the surprise alone. "Are you szherious? What's in that drink besideszh applejack?" "Come on. How long haszh it been sincszhe you blew a load? You know that'szh not healthy. I'm juszht trying to make it lesszh awkward...you can always get dresszhed and go down for a few more drinkszh." Fayne looked at his clothes laying over a chair, considering his options for a few seconds, which proved to be too long for Baldwin's horniness. The cleric removed his shorts and finally released his aching erection. Fayne's nostrils twitched as the room immediately filled with the scent of his brother's arousal. "Make your choizhe bro. I'm not waiting anymore." In a rare moment of impulsiveness, aided by the strong alcohol, Fayne removed his clothes as well and started rubbing his genital slit. A good 3 inches of his member already out and hardening. Fayne noticed Baldwin looking at his quickly swelling meat and blushed. "It'szh the pheromoheszh" "Move over, I like to lay on my back" Fayne scooted to the side and Baldwin lay on his side next to his brother. Both Bangaa pumping in silence and feeling eachother's bare bodies rubbing together. "You beat me by an inch or so" observed Baldwin, staring at his brother's shaft. Then he surprised Fayne yet again by reaching with a hand and running a finger through the underside of Fayne's cock, making him jump and spurt precum over his belly. "Heh...juszht wanted to szhee if you were as sensitive as I am in that spot." "juszht...ngh!...focus on yourself." Baldwin chuckled and closed his eyes, rubbing the base of his cock with his left hand and stroking firmly with the right one. Fayne's eyes traveled from his brother's pleasured face down to his firm chest, expanding and contracting with his steady breathing. The room was warm, and thick droplets of sweat were already running down Baldwin's pectorals. Fayne's eyes went lower, drinking in the sight of the fine abdominals moving. He also noticed a mix of sweat and precum pooling between the crevices of the muscles. Finally, his eyes reached the rigid pillar of flesh, almost identical to the one in his own hand, except for the size. Fayne licked his lips unconsciously as he watched the organ throb and thick veins popping everytime Baldwin squeezed the base. The room was filled with the moans from both brothers and the wet, slickened sounds of their hand sliding up and down their precum lubed erections. Baldwin heard his brother grunt, and a second later, something warm and sticky landed on his chest. He opened his eyes in time to see the second, heavy jet of semen spurting from Fayne's cock and landing on his stomach. Fayne had been so engrossed watching his brother that he unconsciously leaned to the side. And when his climax hit, he was aiming right at Baldwin. "Fayne! What the...? Ugh..." "Oh! Sszh...I'm szhorry...I'm..." Fayne quickly rolled on his back, bringing his free hand to cover his cock head and catching the rest of his load. Baldwin felt his own climax approaching and quickly got on his knees next to Fayne, growling and releasing his substantial load all over Fayne's body, a couple spurts even finding their way inside Fayne's mouth. Fayne tried to move away, but unfortunately, he was already pressed against the wall and the head board. So, he just closed his eyes and mouth, swallowing by reflex. Once Baldwin's orgasm subsided, Fayne pushed him away and wiped the cum from his face. "Hey, fair'szh fair, you got yours on me firszht" "It waszhn't on purposzhe!...ngh!...and not all over your mouth!" "Aww, come on bro, it'szh not like you've never taszhted your own before. Remember that Bangaa female you screwed four months ago? You fell aszhleep right after that and I took her to my room for the reszht of the night. She told me you ate her out right after pumping a load inszhide her." The sight of Fayne, blushing crimson, with his entire front covered in sweat and cum and awkwardly trying to hide his rock hard cock would have made any gay male cream his pants. "I...don't remember...I was probably too drunk and szhtupid...ngh!" "Juszht like we are right now...I have to szhay you did a real number in her. It waszh very messzhy when I entered her. "You...you entered a female full of my szhemen?" "Hey, if that had ben szhomeone elszhe's, I would have never considered it...but you're my brother. There'szh nothing wrong with sharing a hole between brotherszh, right?" It was clear that the physical activity had accentuated the effects of the alcohol. That was the only way Fayne's clouded mind could make any sense. "o...ok, we're done. We should...ngh. We need to go to bed" "What do you mean? I uszhually go two or three timeszh before I even feel tired...and I know you need to let at leaszht another one out." Baldwin finally reached and boldly grasped Fayne's still erect member, slowly stroking his equally hard cock with his other hand. "We should double team a female some time...make her scream as she feelszh both of us inszhide her" "Bal...thiszh...iszhnt" Baldwin grabbed one of Fayne's hands and placed it on his own erection. "Itszh ok Fayne...we're both juszht drunk and horny. Juszht two brotherszh helping eachother." Fayne was sure this was definitely not just two brothers helping eachother. Then again, he was probably more sober than Baldwin, but there was something preventing him from stopping Baldwin. It was probably the fact that Baldwin practically died in his arms for a full minute, that he was forced to face just how frail life was, and how quickly he could be left alone, or maybe Baldwin was right and he was just drunk and pent up. Either way, he closed his hand around his brother's shaft and they started slowly masturbating eachother. "We are going to get even messzhier" murmured Fayne, keeping his eyes focused on the penis he was holding. Baldwin didn't say a word, instead focusing on pleasuring his brother, giving his shaft gentle squeezes and using his other hand to caress Fayne's cum covered torso. The strong scent of sweat and cum was intoxicating, making their heads spin. For one second, Fayne looked up, getting Baldwin's breath over his head. He closed his eyes and brought his muzzle closer to his brother's. Completely lost in the moment. Baldwin noticed this and moved his face away, sliding a finger roughly inside Fayne's slit, causing him to gasp and pull away in surprise. "I don't think juszht jerking is going to be enough for me" said Baldwin, stopping his stroking "Fayne...can I...can I Fuck you?" Fayne looked into his brother's eyes, looking for any sign that this was a joke. Baldwin couldn't possibly be serious, no matter how horny he was, no matter how drunk he was, he would never... "Pleaszhe...thiszh iszh juszht szhomething I really need right now." Fayne wasn't sure if Baldwin meant he needed to fuck...or to fuck him. It didn't matter, he couldn't possibly agree to... "Fayne...thiszh iszh no molly szhit...thisz is something I need to do once and then never talk about it. Can you do that for me?" Fayne's mind traveled back to a few hours ago, when he was desperately trying to reanimate his brother's still heart. He remembered the feeling of helplessness. He remembered thinking he had lost the one person that mattered to him in all of Ivalice besides their mother. And he remembered the desire to curse Faram for the first time in his life. That's what drove him to drink so heavily tonight. He was ashamed of himself. He was ashamed for even considering giving up. He was ashamed for losing his faith for even a second. And now...two hours later, he was ashamed of the feelings he was having for his brother. With his own feeling in such turmoil, it was almost impossible for Fayne to know what was going on through his brother's mind right now. There were only two things he was sure of: Baldwin was going to regret this night...and he would not fail his brother again no matter what. "If we are going to do thiszh...ngh...we are going to need some lube" "You're the beszht bro!" said Baldwin hugging Fayne Fayne blushed as he felt their hard cocks rubbing together. "How do you want to do thiszh?...ngh!" "Like you szhaid, we need to prepare for it" Baldwin gave his hard cock a few strokes "And laszht time I checked, szhaliva was a great lubricant" "Wait...you want me to...?" "Well, I can't szhuck it myszhelf...not anymore at leaszht. Come on, I'll szhuck yourszh too" That offer was all Fayne needed. Both brothers laid on their side, facing eachother's crotch. Fayne placed a hand on Baldwin's waist and held his cock with the other one, examining the first cock he has ever seen this close. It felt thick and warm against his hand. Fayne could feel every vein and groove, slickened by a mixture of sweat and cum. The scent was much stronger now, and for some reason, it made his own cock twitch. Fayne gasped as he felt something warm and wet traveling through his length. "Ugh! I don't remember mine taszhting like that" "I'm sure yours isn't exactly honey flavored brother" said Fayne, finally gathering the courage to give the shaft in front of him an experimental lick. It felt like an explosion against his taste buds. It was mostly salty, with a musky hint and a faint taste of leather. He held the organ firmly in his hand and opened his mouth sliding a few inches inside. Baldwin did the same, moaning at the feeling of his brother's warm mouth around his cock, gasping and stopping after just a couple sucks. "Hey...watch your teeth!" Fayne blushed as he stopped sucking too. "Szhorry...ngh! I'm not exactly an expert at szhucking dick here" Neither of them were inexperienced when I came to getting head, at least from a female. So they tried to focus and remember on what they felt and what they saw the females doing, copying the actions. It was still an awkward feeling for Fayne, but the moans coming from his brother at least let him know he was doing a good job. Yes...this was all for Baldwin tonight, he had to convince himself of this...he was only doing it for Baldwin. Baldwin's cock throbbed in his mouth and Fayne moaned, gulping audibly at the glob of precum that had just washed over his tongue. He opened his eyes wide as he felt something poking under his tail and kicked away slightly by reflex. "Relax Fayne... we need to stretch you a little. I'm not aszh big aszh you, but it will szhtill hurt" Fayne blushed, focusing in the meat in his mouth and making sure he coated every inch in saliva, moaning in slight discomfort as a thick finger entered him. Baldwin stopped once he was knuckle deep, letting his brother adjust to the alien sensation. He started moving the finger slowly in and out, making Fayne's entire body shudder. Fayne had to stop sucking on his brother, closing his eyes and letting out small moans. Baldwin chuckled and added another finger. "Nggh!...fuck...wait..." "Heh...my dick is thicker than two fingerszh bro...you'll juszht have to man up" Baldwin started moving the fingers in and out, spreading them and causing his brother's back to arch and his claws to grip at the sheets tightly. The bishop finally pulled his fingers out and kneeled between Fayne's legs, lifting them and placing them over his shoulders. "szhouldn't...?ngh...I thought it would be better with me on handszh and kneeszh...ngh!" Fayne was blushing heavily, and he didn't want his brother to see his face as he was being fucked. But Baldwin didn't say a word, simply pressing the head of his member at his brother's entrance and pushing slowly but firmly. Fayne knew he had no choice but to relax his body and take it all. But he still had to grit his teeth and hold even tighter onto the sheets when the thick rod spread his virgin tailhole. "nngh...aagh!...fu...nngh!" He couldn't even form coherent words as his brother's crotch cam flush with his rump. Baldwin started rubbing the cleric's chest and stomach, helping him relax and feeling his own body spasm with the pleasurable squeezes around his cock. "aah!...szho tight" He started moving slowly, as if testing the waters. Every small movement was a world of mixed feelings for Fayne. The pain and discomfort from the first time having his ass invaded was mixing with the intense pressure over his prostate and internal testicles. Plus the face on his brother was also unconsciously filling him with pride and urging him to let him go all the way. "I...fffh...Go ahead...just...uugh...go szhlow pleaszhe" Baldwin held onto his brother's legs and started moving his hips, fighting back the building climax and wanting to experience the tight hole just a few more seconds. Fayne brought a hand to his mouth, biting on his knuckles and holding a pillow with the other one. A few tears ran down his cheeks, but his cock remained rock hard, even releasing small globs of precum everytime his brother his brother hilted inside him. He noticed Baldwin was pushing harder now, causing the entire bed to rock back and forth. "Bal...agh!...Baldwin!...go szhlow!" The bishop growled and gave Fayne's calves a squeeze, pushing harder instead and leaning over his brother. As he did that, thick droplets of sweat fell from his body onto his brother's. Baldwin's mouth started licking and nibbling Fayne's neck. The taste was so different from a female's. He knew how his brother's scales tasted from the occasional loving hiss or playful/annoying lick, but this was so different, the flavor was heightened with their mixed sweat and a much higher body temperature, and also mixed with the heavy scent of both aroused males. Baldwin lifted his rump so he could pound his brother even harder, slamming his hips with all his strength and closing his teeth around Fayne's neck, growling almost animal like and wrapping his arms around Fayne's waist possessively. "B...Baldwin..." The assault on his body was driving Fayne into a pleasure shock, causing his mouth to drool. He wrapped his arms and legs around his brother, holding him tight as his member twitched against Baldwin's stomach and started spewing wave after wave of sticky cum, adding to the intoxicating scent surrounding them. His brother's orgasmic contractions, plus the wet and sticky feeling against his stomach and the soft moans calling his name was all Baldwin needed. He pushed one last time as hard as he could, filling Fayne with his essence. He continued moving his hips, causing his cum to overflow and spurt out of the twitching hole, making a mess on the sheets. Baldwin finally stopped moving and relaxed his body, releasing Fayne's neck and collapsing on top of his brother. The cleric moaned, still riding his climax and giving in to temptation, kissing his brother's lips on the side and rubbing Baldwin's back comfortingly. "Are you ok Baldwin?" He was concerned his brother would freak out when he came down from his sexual high. But Baldwin merely took a few deep breaths and rolled away, laughing dumbly and petting Fayne's shoulder. "Damn! I needed that szho badly...thankszh bro" Baldwin chuckled and moved a hand to rub the swollen lips of Fayne's genital slit, lightly brushing the softening member. "I Szhtill have one more hole to try...juszht let me catch my breath." Fayne shuddered at the idea of Baldwin fucking his genital slit. Luckily for him, the mix of alcohol and exhaustion caught up with him and a few minutes later. Baldwin was snoring loudly with an arm wrapped around his brother's neck. Fayne played with his hardening cock idly, playing with the idea Baldwin had suggested. But he knew it was over for now. There would be awkward moments the next morning. Probably apologies and maybe even some anger. But he knew things would be back to normal soon, especially after he could get his hands in a memory wiping potion or spell. Right now, there were more pressing matters to attend to. Fayne rubbed his slightly sore neck and looked at the mess the room was. The air was heavy with the scent of cum and sweat, and the sheets were definitely ruined for good, they were going to have to explain a lot to Wootton next morning...perhaps he would need more than one potion after all. He sighed and resumed his stroking next to his sleeping brother fantasizing about the thick member rubbing against his own inside his slit and moaning Baldwin's name. Tomorrow...
Chapter 1 by SynonymouswithCocaCola	#1 of The Elf and the Wolf Hello all this is a story I've been working on for some time now. I'm not sure how to describe this so I'll just let my work speak for itself. If you like it leave a comment. - In a field, under a tree, a young boy sat in the shade; quietly sobbing as the sound of children	[ "Adventure", "Elf", "Fox", "Lycanthrope", "SFW", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150587-chapter-1	In a field, under a tree, a young boy sat in the shade; quietly sobbing as the sound of children laying echoed in the distance. "Hey, what's the matter?" A voice asked. The boy looked up to see an elven girl looking down at him blue eyes. "Why are you crying?" "I-I'm not crying," he sniffled wiping tears and snot away as he stood up. "Well it sure looks like you were," she shrugged. "I wasn't!" The boy snapped. "Alright, alright, jeez. No need to get upset," she muttered walking away. "I was only trying to be your friend." Friend This made the boy react almost immediately. "W-wait! Hold on!" He called for her. The elf stopped to look back and the boy got a good look at her. She was pale skinned, lithe, and had pointed ears like most of her people. Her blonde hair tied in a neat braid that ran down past her shoulders. "D-do you really want to be my friend?" The boy stammered to ask. "Sure," she said with a shrugged. "If you want to that is." The boy couldn't understand why she would. He was dirty, poorly dressed in tattered clothes that were little more than rags. She was clean, dressed very well, in clothes that appeared to be new. "My name is Freya Sunbeam. What's your's?" She asked with a smile. "Derek." "And your last name?" "I... I don't have one," he looked away feeling ashamed of the fact he had no family name. "That's silly, everybody has one," the elf said with a laugh. "What was your father's last name?" "I... I don't know," he frowned. "I never knew my father." "Oh... Well what about your mother?" He avoided eye contact. "Oh..." The elf fidgeted awkwardly. "Do you want to play hide and seek?" XXXXX Freya was jostled awake as the horse pulled the cart over a rock in the road. The dwarf driving muttered a curse as they rolled along the rolling hills towards their destination. Alright then," the dwarf spoke up as the cart came to a stop. "We're here." The passenger looked up and saw they were still in the rolling hillsides but there a structure of some sort in the no to far distance. "I'm sorry, but where are we?" "Where you wanted to be," the driver responded somewhat annoyed. "I'm sorry but there must be some sort of mistake," Freya chuckled nervously. "You were paid to bring me to the city of Magnolia." "If you follow the road you'll eventually find it," the man pointed down the way. "So I have to walk from here then?" She asked in an upset tone. "You were paid to bring me into the city." "Lady you're lucky I brought you this far," he rebutted. "And you're going to be even luckier if they let you in the gates. From what I hear those animals don't let anyone in." "Well I have to try," she muttered gathering her belongings together and stepping down from the cart. "Feh, you guild types are all the same," the dwarf scoffed. "Willing to go anywhere and do anything to make quick coin." Freya ignored his remark as the dwarf drove his cart away and began walking to what she hoped was the city she sought. The elf was ill equipped for walking long distances as she was carrying two large luggage cases of essentials, a purse of coins and a bag of several dozen documents and papers explaining her business and its legitimacy, as well as a few other keepsakes and items that wouldn't fit in the bags. She trudged on for what seemed like hours in the hot autumn sun, cursing the poor shape of the road which was littered with rocks that dug into the soft soles of her fur lined shoes. "Filthy, lazy, rotten, little..." She cursed trudging along. She passed patches of trees and plenty of hills, but still no sign of a town or village of any kind. After awhile she began to wonder if the dwarf was telling the truth at all. "If I ever see that dwarf again I'm going to wring his stupid fat neck myself," Freya grumbled as she felt rocks digging into her heels again. "I swear who drops someone off right... here..." The elf's voice trailed off as in front of her stood a massive hillside with the road leading straight up it. "You have to be joking." Freya looked for a way around but there didn't seem to be one, and she couldn't waste time looking for one. "Okay, okay this isn't so bad," she tried to sound positive. "It's just a hill, and I'm sure the town is there at the top." She began to walk again, putting one foot in front of the other confident she could do this, but she quickly realized this wouldn't be easy. A quarter of the way up she could feel the weight of her belongings swaying with each step. At half, her legs felt heavy and tired under all the weight she was carrying. When she reached the peak she dropped her baggage and let out a triumphant whoop. "First thing we do..." She said trying to catch her breath. "Is secure easier travel..." "Are you alright miss?" A voice asked. "Yes... yes... I'm quite alright," she panted looked up and let out a gasp. Standing before her was a creature that had the body of a human, but the head of a fox and was covered in lush red fur, wearing leather armor that fit tightly around feminine curves. A Lycan. "Oops, sorry about that," the creature giggled. "I forget how frightening our appearance can be sometimes." "N-no, no it's my fault," she said standing up to dust herself off. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my composure like that." "Well no harm done," the fox shrugged. "Name's Sunflower Meadow." "Um, my name is Freya Sunbeam," she stifled a laugh and curtsied. "You can go ahead and laugh, I know it's a silly name," Sunflower shrugged. "But I never really cared for my old one back when I was human." "No it's not silly it's just a..." She paused to choose her words carefully. "Peculiar name, that's all." "Well that's kind of you to say that." "Everything alright Sunflower?" A new voice called out. The two looked to see another creature approaching. A large grey wolf in chain mail armor. "Oh we're fine dear," Sunflower waved back with a smile on her maw. "Just making a new friend is all." "I wish you would address me by my title just once," the wolf sighed. "Oh fine," she huffs and rolls her eyes. "We're alright Captain Jackson, just having a chat is all." "And what may I ask; is yet another one of Ebonlocke's officials doing out here? We have enough of you here as is." "Um, I'm afraid you have me mistaken with someone else," Freya spoke. "I came here on behalf of Merchants' Guild of the Capital to speak with your lord." "You want to see the Council?" Jackson asked skeptically. "I highly doubt they'll want to see you." "Dear be nice," Sunflower jabbed him in the ribs. "Besides you don't speak on behalf of the Council." "No but I do know their opinions on elves... Um, no offense ma'am." "It's quite alright," Freya said fidgeting nervously. "But I'm sure your leaders will see what we are offering will be not only fair, but beneficial for both of us." "Um, whatever you say," Jackson shrugged. "Nathaniel, Dorian could help me carry Freya's thing?" Sunflower chimed. "Now hold on, I'm the captain here Sun not you," Jackson was annoyed and upset. "Oh I'm sorry dear," she patted the wolf on the shoulder and pecked him on the cheek. "You can give the order." "Nathaniel, Dorian, help our guest gather her belongings." The two other Lycan exchanged puzzled looks but gathered up Freya's bags and luggage. "You sure did bring a lot of things." "I suppose I could have done without the personal belongings," she confessed somewhat embarrassed. "But I also brought a case containing many rare plants and herbs for your apothecary." "Apothe- what now?" Sunflower tilted her head to the side. "Apothecary," Jackson repeated. "What's that?" "It someone who makes potions, balms, tonics, those sorts of things," he answered. "Oh..." Sunflower nodded slowly. "Do we have one of those?" "We do not." "Oh well that's perfect," she yipped excitedly. "Freya can be our A-poof-a-carry." "Apothecary," Jackson corrected with a sigh. "And I don't think Freya is trained in any form of-" "Actually I have studied under many alchemists," the elf spoke confidently. "And I know many mixtures by heart." "Do you now?" The captain sounded surprised. "Well if that's the case maybe the Council will let you stay. We've been fortunate so far but it never hurts to have someone trained in one of the healing arts." "I'll try not to disappoint." The elf could feel a fluttering sensation in her chest as they approached a massive gate leading into the city. "Open the gate!" Jackson shouted to the other side. Freya took a deep breath as the doors slowly began to open, prepared to face anything that lay beyond.
Automatic Deposit (2 of 2) by Runa	Art - foxra Writing - Runa Febii - Febii Vaulix - Runa Other Characters - runa216 SuperLemonz FlecktarnWolf Part 1 - https://www.sofurry.com/view/1136049 Part 2 - https://www.sofurry.com/view/1148373 In this story, Young Febii is backpacking across the Epicelian continent when she realizes her funds	[ "Avian", "Bird", "Canine", "Cock", "Cockatrice", "Dragon", "Eggs", "F/H", "Fantasy", "Female", "Fingering", "Fisting", "Gaping", "Heat", "Herm", "Hermaphrodite", "Hybrid", "M/F", "Magic", "Male", "Masturbation", "Oral", "Ovi", "Oviposition", "Potions", "Pregnancy", "Pussy", "Royalty", "Scent", "Size Difference", "Telepathy", "Tongue", "Urethral", "Wings", "Wolf", "cervical penetration", "clutch", "estrus", "fist", "gape", "h/f", "huge cock", "king", "lube", "mind reading", "ovipositor", "plot", "sizeplay", "sounding", "urethral penetration", "wolgon" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148373-automatic-deposit-2-of-2	Automatic Deposit Febii cried out in pleasure as she felt the king's cock slide into her, her hands idly grasping at the pillows and bed sheets. Her flesh stretched and distended to accommodate him and she didn't feel the slightest hint of pain, but as she looked down she worried that something had to have been broken or torn. His cock was literally as big around as her lower leg at its thickest part, and it filled her with ease! His throbbing, twitching member pressed out against her taut flesh, each ridge and bump caressing her walls and tugging ever so gently against her folds from within. She was lucky that he paused a moment upon entering her. Had he decided to start thrusting like most males would, she felt like he would literally ruin her for everyone else. She'd never seen a male so thick, relative to their size; sure, she had fooled around with dragons that were gifted with cocks the size of her torso, but this was different. Amidst her swirling memories and lust-addled desires, she unconsciously pulled her ankles from his hands to wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him in tighter, closer, and deeper. "Hhhnnnnngph!" She moaned into her pillow as more of his length disappeared into her, the relative tightness of her lips closing around the slightly thinner base, practically sucking him in. The king leaned down over her with his hand on the pillow next to her head; his amber eyes stared into hers as he gape-grinned. "Someone's a little needy, isn't she?" Upon ending his inquiry, he bucked gently into her with enough force to shuffle her a few centimeters across the bed. All she could do was bite her lip and nod as she pressed a single hand to her belly. Inside and through her abdominal wall she could feel his member pushing up against her palm just above her pelvic region. Her toes curled in delight as she slipped two fingers down to lightly play with herself, amplifying her external pleasure as his immense member massaged her and pleasured her internally. He shifted back in, waggling his hips to genltly inch his member as deep into her as it would go, before tensing up and pulling out. The accentuated under-cock scales seemed to tug on her flesh a bit as the nubs and scales on the top of his member glided over her G-spot, each ridge and bump bursting from her distended lips with a juicy pop. After a brisk moment of this slow but gradual withdrawal, a lurch left him with only his head still inside her. Just as he was about to push back in, Febii stopped him. "Everything alright?" He asked with a look of concern on his face. His ears drooped, worried. She gently nodded her head. "Y-yeah, it feels wonderful but...give me a moment, will you?" She pushed against his belly with one hand as she tugged on her inner thigh flesh with the other. When he pulled out, he did so with a guttural pop as he left her cavernous pussy gaping from lips to cervix, the warm air of the King's chambers tickling her heaving walls. Curious, she slid her entire hand in herself to the wrist, only to have her flesh collapse and squeeze her tight, holding her appendage in place. It was like she'd fully tightened back up again in the absence of his cock! Within seconds she'd found the causal link between her unnaturally malleable and stretchy flesh and King Vaulix's cock. She noticed, upon his first rubbing against her, that the teal mist of ademane could be seen and felt in her loins, a telltale sign that he was using a form of magic on her. This magic must have been what aided her body in so easily taking all he had to offer. This excited her, because now she wanted to see what else he could do. Upon having this revelation, she pulled her fist from her pussy, giving one messy rub to her clit before looking back up at Vaulix. "Please fill me, my king!" She winked at him and bit her lip, arching her back to lean into him. He grabbed his member and aimed the tip at her now-swollen lips as another wisp of magic slithered out of his flesh and into hers. Then, just like before, he leaned into her with one powerful hip thrust to plunge his member into her pussy, the girth of it plowing through her until that bulbous tip was pressed tight to her cervix. "There we go. Comfortable?" She nodded and kept her lip curled under her teeth. "Mmmhmm." She grunted as she bucked her hips up into him, grinding and gyrating as she tried her best to squeeze and force him in deeper, her muscles clenching down around the base while tugging on the bulge in the middle. "If you're certain that you won't hurt me, I'd love to see how rough you can get." With a nod, he lowered his body until his fluffy chest touched hers, the feathers tickling her breasts. He leaned in and nuzzled into her neck before biting down and using that as leverage to gently wave and undulate his spine, each motion ending with a deep and sensual thrust. His girth tugged and pushed into her, the nubs on the top growing firm to slide up and down her flesh while the scutes along the bottom lightly caught at her skin and pulled gently. Febii shuddered in delight, loins quivering as she matched and opposed his motions. She curled her lip a bit as she closed her eye and focused on the sensations of his member shifting in and out of her, the gentle tug of his bulge sliding through and past her tight opening to expand in her depths. She could feel his warmth pressing against her as he kept at her pelvic clenches. She wanted to feel his seed burst into her, filling her depths with its messy concoction. A clutch in the name of the king. Little did she know that she was going to be getting so much more than that. His beak was still clamped down hard on her shoulder as he picked up his pace, the in and out thrusting of his tapered member sliding with just the right friction against her pussy walls to make her lose a sense of self. The pleasure of his girth was incomparable, a perfect girth for a size queen without any of the pesky complications like 'incompatible genital sizes' or 'potential tearing'. As long as he had the magic of his member coursing into her, she could take it all. And take it all she did. After he offered another push into her, he bit down even harder and jerked his hips, bulging cock tip bursting into her womb through her cervix with one deeply-felt pop. She gasped aloud, maw open on the verge of crying in pain, only to have the sharp feeling subside and leave her with that deep pleasure felt when depositing seed directly in a womb. The slight discomfort remained, but it was overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of being as deeply and thoroughly penetrated as she ever had. Even better, his belly scales rubbed gently on her clit as he grinded against her. Their hips touched, so he offered a gyrating series of shallow thrusts to lightly poke and prod at her cervix, ensuring his cock tip didn't withdraw from her womb. Before she could say or do anything, she felt an awkward bulge in the underside of his cock, travelling through his member towards her womb. She was about to inquire, only to have a powerful stretching pain expanding her cervix for a lurch before having the entire mass burst into her and the pain subside instantly. "W-what is th-" She started, only to have the king press his finger to her lips. "You said you wanted a clutch, my dear." He assured her, bucking his hips again so that the girth of his member prodded at her cervix, further loosening her up. "Well we're both hybrids, my seed would never fertilize you." Febii had to take a moment to process what he was saying, only to have him roughly buck into her, another shifting mass passing through his cock to be deposited in her womb. It was then that she realized he was simply depositing eggs directly for her to incubate, he wasn't impregnating her! Again and again, more of the eggs slid into here accompanied by every one of his thrusts, and every time his motions grew increasingly shallow as her womb was full up. Before long, she saw her belly had distended, filled with his clutch. The pressure in her depths continued to grow as her abdomen stretched to accommodate his eggs. After the last one - presumably the dozenth by her count - he slowly started to pull out, leaving that final egg resting in her cervix, the pressure threatening to force it out. She tentatively laid her fingers on her belly, scared of what would happen if she applied too much pressure. "Here." Vaulix said, gently withdrawing his member from her depths to leave her gaping. He then slid his hand up between her inner thighs to fist her, a single finger rubbing around the rim of her cervix. As he massaged the tight rim of flesh, it closed up and plugged, leaving Febii feeling content and comfortable. "Is that better?" He asked, catching her eye. She nodded gently. "Y-yes my king. But....what now? You wouldn't want to leave me here like this, needy and horny still, would you?" She whimpered as she folded her arms up over her chest like a pup, ears flattened and eyes pouting. Vaulix purred at her and smiled, slowly pulling his hand from her well-stretched pussy. Her cervix had completely closed up and he was soaked in their combined fluids, which he licked up. "Skies above and depths below, I'd never do such a thing, my dear." He walked on all fours over her again until his member touched at her lips. The warmth and weight of his flesh pressed down on her belly before she spread her legs and bit her lip, urging him in. He obliged, lifting tail and arching back to plunge himself into her. This time she felt a light grinding coming from her womb, a distinct pleasure unlike what she was used to. The eggs were shifting about inside her, the shells rubbing together to create the subtle vibrations that pleasured her depths. Her lower jaw quivered in delight, even as Vaulix started thrusting into her in a more traditional manner, each of his powerful hip thrusts rocking her body against the soft sheets. She could feel the added pressure and depth of his motions knocking at the entrance to her womb, squeezing her uterus against his girth and the rest of her abdomen; it was a nice feeling, a constant reminder of the clutch inside her, but she couldn't help it when she worried about them cracking and breaking within her. Again, it Vaulix responded to her thoughts as though he was reading her mind. "Don't worry, Febii; Inside your womb the eggs are malleable and will not break." He leaned in and nibbled where her cheek met her neck, and continued thrusting until he shifted position by grabbing her under the base of her tail to roll onto his back. Vaulix stopped thrusting into her, and instead left his hands on her hips to urge her to take control. With her on top of him, she shifted her position so that she was resting with hands on his feathered chest, her own tail down and snaking back and forth over his. She knew what would feel best to her, and given the immense difference in size between them and the belly full of eggs she now possessed, she knew that she would need to dictate the pace. Slowly, she bobbed up and down, rocking her body back and forth to feel the girth of his member lurch into and tug out in rhythmic motions; it was a wholly different feeling than the submissive force of him thrusting into her like a feral drake. Though Febii often preferred the release of control offered by being on the bottom and the carnal pleasures that came from being used, she found this to be quite a bit more pleasant. She could clench and release at will, easing back to swallow him up and pull off whenever and however she so desired, back arching and hips gyrating in perfect motion with her every squeeze. She looked down at him and whimpered a bit, eager for more. In response, he squeezed at her hips and bucked up, tensing his cock just once to make her feel every bump, ridge, and scale on his member. As he pulled out, he could feel his flesh tugging on hers, yet he pulled anyway to leave her lips swollen and sloppy. "No don't pull out..." She urged as she reached back and guided him back towards her slit under the tail. With a shift and an arch of her back, she forced her lips to slide over his length, lurching past the thickest point to once again squeeze tight around the base. Once comfortable, she started bouncing on him, careful that her knees didn't drive too heavily into his sides. Up and down she went, an audible squish and squelch emanating form between her legs as his flesh slammed against hers. She started slow, rocking back and forth on him until she felt comfortable; once she got accustomed to the girth sliding in and out of her, she picked up the pace and increased her vigor until she was slapping her hips down against his with his cock tip slamming violently against her cervix. Her body rocked and her spine shuddered in delight the more aggressive she became, an orgasm slowly building in her loins to instinctively constrict her pelvic muscles around his cock. Despite the clenching around him, she kept her pace and got even more aggressive, slamming down with increased vigor as her pleasure hit its climax and she felt her loins shudder and quiver against his aggressive thrusts. She expected him to hold back in the wake of her whimpering explosion of pleasure, but he did the opposite by digging his claws into her hips and forcing her down on him. He twitched and clenched his rump muscles to squeeze out a series of hot ejaculations into her, the silken fluid inflating her pussy walls around his girth, only to be forced out between her lips in a burst of exploding seed. The heat of his essence soaked her loins and trickled down her inner thighs to pool on his belly, sliding down over his bellyscales to soak his tail, so she leaned back and collected some to lick up. "Delicious." She complimented, gulping it down. It was actually pretty bitter and musky, but she liked that. Inside, his member was slowly deflating, shrinking and growing soft in the wake of his brisk yet powerful climax. Her desire was to keep him inside as long as she could, so she bent her legs and relaxed her pelvic muscles, ensuring she didn't squeeze him or any of the mess out. "Was it?" He asked. "I've not often tasted my own, wonder what it's like today." As he said it, he slid one finger up around his girth, lightly caressing her pussy lip as he collected some of his gooey mess; after rolling it between two fingers, he licked it up and immediately spat it out, regretting his decision. "Well, no thanks." He gagged, tongue out as he hacked a bit. "My dear, I'd normally help you clean yourself, but I've been eating a lot of meat so it tastes pretty bad to me." She lowered her ears and wings, a little disappointed. It tasted good to her! "That's alright. So, what do I do with the mess? As soon as we part, there will be quite a problem between us." She slid her fingers around his shaft, squishing in between his flesh and hers to catch more of his thick cum. It was clear that his flaccid member would soon be worming its way out of her regardless of her desires to keep it inside. The soft yet thick flesh of his member felt incredibly comfortable, squished up inside her and gently caressing her womb, so she waggled a bit to feel it shifting and bunching up inside. Vaulix purred gently, the rumble in his chest pleasuring her even as it seemed to pull his cock out of her. "Well, there's a rather large private bathroom beyond the armoire if you were interested you could go and enjoy yourself there. I'd love to help, but I can't stomach the taste and I won't dare presume over you; I feel it would offend if I offered to clean you." "Hah, if you say so!" She giggled a bit and shifted until she felt his now-soft cock slip out of her, lurching with the aid of a gooey mess of slimy cum all over his lower belly. She instantly clenched up to hold it in before hopping off the side of the bed. "Honestly, I'd be honored to be cleaned by a king, but that's not how it's supposed to work. Do you mind if I enjoy a bit of a shower or a bath?" She winced lightly as she felt the eggs grinding inside her, acting like clanger-balls that would vibrate and pleasure her. "I insist. I mean, I won't stop you from walking around filled with my essence, but I imagine it would be pretty silly, especially in the presence of the others. In the end, it is up to you. I am going to have a shower, so you can either join me or enjoy a bath. I know Talba usually bathes." He lightly poked at his cock tip, easing it back into its slit between his legs. The cumbersome feeling of a womb full of eggs made Febii walk with an outward gait, knees angled in even as trickling strands of cum dribbled down her inner thighs. "Then a bath I will take! But I admit getting there might be difficult; everything in this room is so massive!" She commented aloud, in reference to the fact that the furniture - as well as the room itself - was crafted to fit and accommodate creatures that were both around three meters tall. She was half that! Vaulix swung his feet around the side of the bed and reached down to cradle her, picking her up in his arms as he walked over to the door between the twin armoires. "I am happy to help, my dear." On the other side, she came to see a gorgeous, beautiful room lined with sleek black stones along the floor and wall and ornate golden sinks on either side; in the back corners, there was both a massive golden tub and an open shower. Behind each of the cleaning areas, a door labeled 'his' and 'hers', presumably as a loo. On 'her' side above the sink, a wonderfully gorgeous gold-lined mirror surrounded by a red-wood cabinet; on 'his' side, an equally nice mirror with a different blue colored cabinet. "Cute." She commented as Vaulix put her down. "You like that, do you?" He chuckled, then walked past to make it to the shower. "His and hers. Funny because I'm not actually male." Febii went to respond but ended up choking on her words. What did he mean by that? "So....are you female? That cock just an ovipositor or something?" She had other theories, but didn't want to plague him with a dozen questions. Instead, she hopped over to the tub and turned on the hot water. This proved difficult since the tub's upper lip was up to her chest and easily four meters long. He stood under the showerhead and turned on the hot, letting the water run over him. "Well, Males don't have eggs, my dear. Female would make sense, but females don't secrete semen. No, I'm actually both. Intersexed. I have both female and male parts, and in a rare turn of events, both are fully functional! Thought I was female when still a hatchling since my male-bits didn't work, but with some medicinal miracle work, I've got the control of both! Military benefits are something special in the region." "An awful lot to take in." Febii admitted as she looked over the side of the tub, finding that the plug wasn't in. She had to hop up and lift a leg to straddle the side, a pose that seemed to open her up to a gushing torrent of seed that splattered all over the golden porcelain and the black stone beneath. She silently told herself to clean that up later, but focused a bit more on the tub by plugging it up and standing tall with her tail under the hot water. Felt wonderful. She quickly untied the pink ribbon and tossed it over the taps, leaving it out of the way so it didn't get soaked. A thought crossed her mind that urged her to get down to her knees, but she felt that doing so would completely obstruct Vaulix from her view in the shower next to her. Instead, she leaned over the side of the tub and swayed her hips, enjoying the warm water slowly filling the tub, already up around her ankles. Vaulix was lightly rubbing his slit to clean it up as the water ran over his form. "Indeed. Lots to take in, but I figure it's a nice story. I love telling stories. My life is full of them! If you ever have questions about myself, Talba, or the kingdom of Arrenthen, I'd love to share with you. I know you won't be here long, and I like to think our culture is quite worth sharing abroad." He grabbed a bottle of feather shampoo and lathered up, covering himself from head to hips, mostly ignoring his wings since the seemed to be water repellent. She noted that he liked to talk, and she was okay with that because everything about this peculiar situation interested her. She had been bedded by a king, filled with his eggs, and was now sharing a bath with him. Odd, sure, but intriguing to be certain. "I'm sure I'll have questions, King Vaulix. For now I just want to get clean. I'm sure that I'll have plenty to ask in time." The water was almost up to her calves, and was rising quickly. "Oh. Okay." He seemed dejected, so he turned and continued applying the feather shampoo all over his fluffy areas. Febii felt bad immediately, so she corrected herself. "I just mean, I don't have a lot of questions at the time. At least not about Arrenthen. Tell me, though, why are you and Queen Talba so lax about your sexuality? The other tenured servants told me about your unusual approach to it, and I guess I just don't hear about people in power like you doing such things without immediate and aggressive media backlash." It was an odd question, but the water wasn't even up to her knees yet and figured that would keep him talking for a bit. "Well, the explanation is pretty simple, to be honest." He started before stepping back into the running water, the suds sliding off him quickly. His beak end was out and free of the stream so he was able to speak without being impeded. "She and I have lived very long lives, we're a lot older than we look, and when you've been together with someone as long as we have, we know where our hearts and souls belong. As for the media, forget them. When we were young they were a problem, but once we overwhelmed them with stories, they just got bored; now they just don't care. Everyone knows we're promiscuous, and few truly care except visitors from out of the country." "The moniker of 'the whore queen' doesn't bother her?" Febii asked, nestling up with her head in her elbow as she watched him continue to clean. He shook his head and rinsed up the last of the suds, with all of the lather falling off his body with ease thanks to his apparently hydrophobic feathers. "I don't see why it would be, to be honest. The only ones who use that moniker are the ones who are trying to disparage her, and she isn't too worried about the thoughts of the minority. She has a country to run, and she's doing it well. I feel the same way, our people come first. Or, in some cases, cum first." He winked and rubbed his eyes of the water before shutting the shower off. By now, the water had finally come up above her knees, so she felt that was likely high enough once she laid down in it. She turned and shut the water off as well, then returned to the side of the massive tub to keep chatting with Vaulix as he dried off. "Well it's encouraging to see that you have your priorities straight. I mean, you must be doing something right to be able to pay your servants so well; I'm a part-timer, and I am making more money here in a week than I did in a semester at school!" "Glad to hear it, just make sure you do a good job. We will be hosting guests at the end of the week." He walked over to rub at her chin, a gentle form of affection that made her wings flutter a bit. "I'm going to go get something to eat. I trust you will see yourself out when you're done cleaning up." She nodded and slid down the sloped edges of the tub, smiling contentedly as she heard Vaulix's heavy steps leaving the bathroom and eventually the bedroom. She was alone, in the king's private chambers as hot water sloshed around her, a mikly trail of semen emerging from between her legs into the tub around her. Had she felt so inclined, she could have happily called it a day, but she knew she had other things to do, such as sharing her experience with the others, especially Chiryn. But not yet. This bathtub was entirely too comfortable and massive. Inside it, she could completely disregard the outside world. In it, she could forget about the week of hard work that was on the horizon. For now, it was just her and the soothing warmth of the water. Febii felt like she should have cleaned up and left that bath quickly, as part of her was certain that she didn't belong in the king's quarters, but she couldn't just give up an opportunity like that. Once she found the shampoo - the same stuff that Queen Talba used on her mane and feathers - she lathered up and spent an extended period of time rubbing it in before rinsing it off. By the time she was done, she could see the wrinkles in her fingertips; that didn't matter, as her fur was soft as could be and just a little bit fluffy. Her loins were completely cleaned out, leaving only the light bulge in her belly from the clutch of eggs in her womb. After the bath, she'd already gotten used to the feeling of the extra weight inside her, so she was able to walk around with ease. She dried up, brushed her coat, and gathered her things before cautiously leaving the King's quarters, intending to go ahead and meet up with the others back in the lounge. Problem was, many hours had passed and it was nearing dinnertime already. A growl rumbled in her belly, further proving it was in fact time for a meal. "Well, I guess that's that." She said to herself before opening the door to the hall. Outside there were guardsmen gently walking up and down the corridor, the metal clanking of their armor lurching with every step. She pulled in behind a couple of them and made her way back to the throne room, which had a huge table set up in the middle with dozens of plates. She had no idea what that was for, so she quickly adjusted course and made her way to the ordering station in the kitchen through the swinging twin doors. Unlike last time, there were dozens of people in there. Some were prepping, some were cooking, some were doing dishes. Febii could clearly see Mikhail and Arnika both at a dish washing station, next to each other and working together. She had no idea where the other applicants had went or where Chiryn was, so she politely rang the bell and waited for someone to come over and take her order. Minutes passed without anyone acknowledging her, so she rang again. This time, the same armored lizard from before - Ankylon, she seemed to remember his name being - came to stand behind the counter with a look of exasperation on his face. "Yes m'lady?" He didn't seem to be angry, but his tone was curt and brisk. "I'd like to place an order for some chicken alfredo, if that's okay." She licked her lips, imagining just how good it would be to have some fresh pasta. A small bit of her brain was thinking it would 'be good for the hatchlings'. Ankylon smirked, then looked back at the busy kitchen crew, then looked back at her. "Sure, we can do that but you're lookin' at a full hour, maybe more. We've got a huge order for a banquet that should be ready within the next hour, and that comes first. After that, I'm sure we can do a custom order for you." Febii lowered her tail and wings in disappointment, then perked them back up. "Oh. Well then, I must ask! What's the banquet for? What's on the menu? Can I join?" Ankylon chuckled gently. "Well, it's for everyone! The castle's help, like the butlers, servants, guardsmen, and various other roles. We do this every night, and it's for everyone. Just your basic roasts, beef, ulokar, chicken, nothing special or out of the ordinary, something we can make for everyone, something anyone can enjoy, and something we can do a lot of. Some days we do casseroles, some days we do stews, and some days we go all out and have a massive barbecue on the back lot between the spires. Once a month we even set up a meal in the main strip for anyone in town to join!" "Sounds very nice! I guess I'll just have some roast with everyone else." She seemed content with this, since she was planning on enjoying dinner as soon as she could, anyway. Just then, the doors swung open behind her, and she saw Chiryn poking his head in. "Febii? There you are! Could we borrow you in the servant's lounge?" Before she could answer, he pulled out and let the doors swing closed behind him. "I guess you better go to the servant lounge." Ankylon agreed. "Must be something important to have lord Chiryn bolt in and out like that." She nodded her agreement. "Seems so. Well, as always it's been a pleasure to meet you, darling." After offering a light bow, she turned and walked out, passing by the banquet seating in the main hall to pass by the thrones as well as all the doors to the servant quarters before finally emerging into the open room of the lounge. She was dreading what might be going down, since she often had a wisp of self doubt and fear in her mind. Arnika and Chiryn both hopped forward with a look of excitement on their faces, with Chiryn grabbing her hand to hold it in his. "So, tell me how it happened!" Febii blinked. "How what happened?" She knew what he meant, but wanted to play coy. "The king!" Arnika prodded. "Tell me how that went down! What did he want? Was it as juicy as I hoped? Tell us all the gory details!" She then leaned in and poked at Febii's belly. "Because I can tell it was definitely juicy!" She held back a blush and a smile. "Oh yeah, it was real rough and fun. But, is that all you wanted me for today, Chiryn?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Yup, just wanted to hear about your adventures with the king! He is a bit pickier and more selective with his partners, so you must have caught his attention quite thoroughly!" The little hybrid took Febii's hand and guided her over to the middle of the room, where the three all met with Mikhail and sat down. "So tell me, was it the heat? Or was it just because you're a pretty gal?" For some odd reason, Febii felt a little self conscious about that. She was happy about what had happened and certainly wasn't ashamed of her actions, yet she still felt like, maybe she shouldn't mate-and-tell. On the other hand, they really already knew exactly what had happened, so she might as well go ahead and tell them. "Oh, it was great! Said that the main reason he was interested was because h could smell my estrus, and that we were both hybrids so he was particularly sensitive to that. He's such a sweet drake, and he really doesn't need to be! He was so gentle, so kind, and so worried about my welfare." She swayed her gaze to avoid eye contact. "And with a cock that big, he really had to be or he'd split me in half!" "I can think of worse ways to go." Mikhail joked, gently crossing his legs to cover up the light bulge in his pants. It was like he was remembering a tryst of days past or something, and given the nature of the Arrenthen Parliament Castle's staff and rulers, that wouldn't surprise Febii one bit. "Did he caress your back and massage your tail while he was doing the deed?" She shook her head. "No, I was on my back for most of it. Just lifted up my legs practically to my knees, used that magic in his cock, and just went at me. Slow at first, as it should be, but he quickly picked up the pace. Filled me with eggs!" She said as she patted her belly, the motions lightly shifting the clutch about inside her. "Can't imagine a better first day of work, but I imagine they will be very cumbersome when it comes time to be sweeping the floors or polishing any of the ornaments on the side." Chiryn's ears flopped down and he chirped gently at her. "How sweet. You think those eggs will be inside you for a long time? No, dear. They'll probably be laid tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on how compatible your body is with his." "Hm?" Febii cocked her head to the side, only to have Arnika elaborate. "Yeah, he's done that to Chiryn and Kezia before. The eggs are real eggs, but they're not fertilized. Much like the eggs you might pick up at the market, they're just the discarded ones that were never turned into a chick. They'll make for a great meal - or you can sell them as a delicacy in the marketplace - but they won't hatch." A long and saddened sigh escaped Febii, her ears drooping and tail tip going limp off the side of the chair she was sitting in. This was very sad news to her. "But he said that I could have a clutch in the name of the king!" She was on the verge of a whimper, lips curling down in a frown. Mikhail was the one to step forward and kneel before her, cradling her chin in his finger. "It's alright, he likes to say stuff like that, but I don't want you to feel like you're not wanted because of it. But, be prepared for the birthing of the clutch, Chiryn and I can help you with that if you'd like, and we can decide what we're going to do with the eggs tomorrow morning, if that works for you." Febii nodded with a meekness that was very unlike her, but then perked up when she got to realize that, if nothing else, she was making friends in the highest of places and seemed to be welcomed here. All five of them - Febii, Arnika, Mikhail, Chiryn, and Kezia - All left the servant's lounge to join the rest of the staff at the grand hall banquet. The guards were there, the cooks were there, the king was there, and all the servants were there. A faint smell of stable boy could be sampled, but they were at the other end of the table. Vaulix was there, but he didn't seem to focus any of his attention directly at Febii. They had shared an intimate moment with one another, but it was clear that he had likely done such a thing with most of the people in the room at one point or another, so she didn't dwell on it too much since she had some wonderful food to enjoy as well as the company of others who shared her passions! The rest of the night was pretty simple, with all of the servants - including the other ones that were only there for a week - returning to the lounge to relax. The day's chores were over once Arnika, Mikhail, Chiryn, and Kezia took care of the dishes from the banquet, which meant the night was free. Having seen how long their days had gone, Febii was certainly a little apprehensive, knowing that the servants were basically busy from sunrise to sundown before they were able to take a break, only doing so for meals. The pay was great, but Febii was a student, not used to such arduous days even if the rewards were great. The eggs in her womb didn't help, either. With the help of the others, Febii returned to the inn that she'd been staying at to get the last of her belongings that way she could ignore that place for the rest of her stay. As the night descended upon the castle, guards found their nocturnal posts and Febii retired to her room, spending some time altering it to suit her needs. The plan was only to remain there for a week, but there was no reason she couldn't modify the location to her needs! A knocking came to her door, pulling her from the sorting minutiae she had been tending to upon the nightstand with the tall mirror on it. "Hey, are ya decent?" Chiryn asked. "I'm never decent, but come on in!" She called back. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Small room for the part-timers, I see." He looked around, noting that the ceiling was particularly tall for a wolgon so short. "I hope you're comfortable!" She nodded and stood up from the dresser-sorting task, wiping her skirt off. "Yeah, it's nice. I'd prefer a larger room, but this will do for a week. Got a bed and a dresser, plus a nightstand. Also, the lights are nice and bright and I can see out into the courtyard." She glanced past the bed to look through the open window, the orchard stretching out in the area between the back ends of the castle. Chiryn shook his head. "I wasn't talking about the room. I'm more curious about your clutch." He said as he leaned in and laid his hand on Febii's distended belly. As he pressed against her abdominal wall, he could feel the individual eggs as well as the grinding vibrations as they shifted about in her womb. "Have you had any contractions yet?" "None. Nothing yet. Are you sure they're not fertilized? I mean, he did cum in me, made quite a splash and it was a lot of fun, too. Plus I was in heat, soooo..." She trailed off, clutching her fist to her chest, holding onto some hope it was more than just a delicacy he'd pumped into her. After giving her belly a gentle pat, he hopped back and sat up on the other dresser. "It's cute that you want that, but no. The eggs definitely aren't fertilized, since they can't be." "Can't be?" She narrowed her eyes. "And what makes you say that?" "King's sterile. HE can make eggs, but there's no embryos in them. Even if he could, the ones that are in you are already shelled, so no seed can reach their cores. No, the eggs are great for eating, but not for anything else. Maybe good for baking, but that's still eating. Sorry to bust your bubble, but if it was the king who pumped those eggs into you, then they're not fertilized." His tail swayed below him, lightly brushing at the wood of the floor. The guest rooms were the only ones that had wood floors, the halls and throne room were all dark ebon-stone. As the last shred of hope evaporated from Febii, she shrugged and flopped back on her bed with her arms spread. "Well that's a relief, I guess." She sighed heavily. "Not sure if I was ready for anything like that, anyway; especially not with him being a king. I bet he could send his secret police after me to terminate my gravid self if he was worried about usurpation or something." Her joke forced a belly laugh from Chiryn. "Oh, Febii, you don't know the king at all, do you?" He hopped down off the dresser and stepped up next to the bed, using his tail to prop himself up against it with one elbow on the mattress. "No, King Vaulix is not that type. I don't think they even have a 'secret police' force, just the royal guard. Seriously, don't worry about it. Besides, if I know my history, the royal blood is in Queen Talba, and she's still fertile for impregnating." "But it won't be King Vaulix." She reiterated. "Nope. Even if he was fertile, they're too far apart in species. Not sure if you know, but hybrids aren't really all that capable of breeding except with other hybrids or members of their parent species. Talba could have a hatchling with-" He paused to shake his head. "Nevermind. I'm pretty sure you don't have any interest in a biology lesson. Just know there's really not a whole lot to worry about with you fooling around with the king. If nothing else, I hope you enjoyed it!" Febii sat up straight and was about to confirm that, yes, she enjoyed it when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She groaned a bit and held her belly, heart racing and adrenaline flowing. "I think an egg might have broken." She theorized, lightly pressing her fingers at her abdominal wall to test and see if she could find anything out of place. Chiryn sniffed at the air and cocked his head to the side, gently glancing up under her skirt to see a wet spot on the bedsheets. "Nope, I highly doubt anything broke. But I do think your womb has given way to the clutch. Congratulations, you're the proud mother of one of the most delicious meals north of the equator!" He joked, then reconsidered when he saw the twisted look of panic and concern on Febii's face. "Wait, are you okay?" She gulped heavily and nodded, hunched over and clutching her belly. "Yeah, I'm fine. It just feels weird. I've had eggs in me before, but this feels weirdly different; it's like the discomfort you get when someone who's really well endowed is just slamming themselves up against you, pounding your cervix. It feels nice now that I know what it is, but it's still a little uncomfortable." "Oh, well that's good, then. I think the difference is that these eggs are already fully formed, not the soft-shelled ones that get hard after being laid that your body may naturally create. He used his magic on you when he did this, right?" "Yeah." She nodded, gulping back a grunt again as a lurch could be felt deep within her. "Do you need me to help with that?" He asked as he hopped off his own tail to stand next to the bed, gently pushing her onto her back and lifting her knees up into the birthing position. She obliged, not resisting his help. "I don't think I need help, but I appreciate it. Kind of comes out of nowhere, doesn't it?" As she attempted a fake smile, a natural contraction clenched and contorted her body, abdominal wall tensing up to put added pressure on her cervix. A grunt escaped her lips as she balled up her hands in fists, the contraction lasting only a few seconds before she felt a pop followed by a glorious sensation of relief, the pressure having completely dissipated. Chiryn leaned in and used his fingers to part her labia, spreading her open in order to get a better look at her birth canal and the egg that was comfortably resting inside. "Do you need me to help you with this?" He offered, sliding his hand against her posterior vaginal wall to give a gentle massage; he knew that proper attention to that region would help limit any potential tearing or blood. "I don't need the help, but I do want it." She repeated with a sly wink, reaching down between her legs to grab at his wrist and guide it into her. A shudder rocked her body as her walls relaxed against his touch, the caress of his knuckles pleasuring the sensitive flesh on her anterior wall - the G-spot. "And now that I know what it feels like to have the egg emerge from my womb, I'd love if you could....have a go with me?" She bit at her claw and blushed gently, waggling her hips with his hand in her to feel the shift of his fingers against her vaginal canal. He blinked gently as he waved his fingers from side to side, the tender and moist flesh of her vaginal canal sliding over his digits. "You want me to do what?" The look in his eyes and the smirk pulling at his lips said that he knew exactly what she wanted, but he needed to hear it from her. Febii blushed a little deeper, just a little bashful about the scenario due to how lewd it truly was, but then adjusted on the bed to ensure that her hips were aimed up at Chiryn. "I want you to mate me, Chiryn, ya little cutie." Every time she moved, she could feel the copious and gooey fluid from her womb up under her skirt, soaking her inner thighs and pooling in a gelatinous puddle on the bed; it was clear that the gravid nature of her womb was the source of her sudden, onset arousal, but she didn't care. Eggs were her thing and she likely would have been eager to share her pleasure with Chiryn regardless of the circumstances surrounding her clutch. "Well why didn't you say so?" He chirped, hopping up onto the bed next to her. His hand was still inside her, but the shift in his position allowed him to slide it in deeper, fingers pressed tight between its shell and her soft flesh. Then, when she squeezed down on his wrist, he cupped the other end of the egg and slowly pulled it out, her flesh distending as the oblong sphere slipped out of her with a pop. He caught her gaze as he licked the shell clean of her fluids, sure to make sure she watched his tongue work. "Oh....oh how nice!" Febii commented, impressed with how Chiryn's long, forked tongue wrapped around the egg and cleaned it of any mess. She could feel an ache in her loins again as another twinge of pleasure clenched at her depths, shifting the clutch of eggs to force another one to nestle uncomfortably in her cervix. "I think I'm ready for another one." She cooed at him, shifting in place and pulling her skirt up to fully expose her loins to him. In response, Chiryn quickly disrobed and tossed both his shirt and pants to the floor, exposing his endowment. He had the shape like a horse cock with a blunt rounded tip and a median ring, only the entire thing was glistening and veiny like a canine's knot exposed from the sheath. Nice little blend of features. "Nice package you got there." Febii complimented as she shifted into a position leaning on her elbows. She couldn't help but reach forward and give him a bit of a tug, squeezing his length to get a feel of it; to her surprise his flesh was bordering on hot to the touch, a similar temperature to the baked rocks used to ease pain in one's back. She melted at the thought of having something that warm inside her, so she pulled him inward to urge him to enter her. That was, until another lurch forced the egg to pop out of her womb and into her pussy, where it came to rest. She didn't care that it was filling her, she still wanted to feel Chiryn in her. "Come on, stud. Don't be shy." He leaned over her and balanced himself on his hands, leaning in to nuzzle at her cheeks in what he must have considered to be a kiss. "I am not shy, just making sure you are okay with my actions before I do them; I know there's an egg in there and I don't wanna break it." He whispered in her ear as he grabbed himself and plunged into her, his member sliding past her lips to prod at the egg only to have the tip slide off to the side and nestle comfortably in between shell and flesh. Instinctively, Febii grabbed his neck and held him in close as his hot flesh slid into her, the added pressure of the egg pressing his skin to her sensitive spots. Her toes curled and she let out a subtle whimper as her body contracted in pleasure against him. The egg slid and shifted through her canal and past his shaft, popping out onto the bed between his legs; she was shocked that her flesh adjusted so easily, allowing the fist-sized egg to pass through her lips even as his cock stayed inside. Acting as the gentleman he was, Chiryn grabbed at the egg and gently placed it on the bed with the first one, never breaking from the intimate embrace Febii held him in. Slowly, he started grinding his hips in waves, the surprising length of his member prodding at her cervix to tease it into releasing another egg. He kept himself propped up with one hand, his other slid down her back to cradle her rump as he grew more forceful with his motions. Febii fell back and pulled him down with her, both of her hands on either of Chiryn's cheeks to give him an impassioned kiss on the lips. Her spine moved in waves, grinding her hips to his until she felt her vulva squeezing against his slit; his cock had been forced to deep into her that it popped into her womb, the tip nudging the nearest egg and suctioning it out as he partially withdrew. This time she felt no discomfort as it popped out of her womb and into her vaginal canal alongside his member. While her pussy had been stuffed with egg, that didn't stop Chiryn from mating her as he would someone not gravid and mid-lay. His hips grinded against hers, the length of his hot-fleshed shaft sliding in and out of her to further tenderize her depths. He was powerful for a little guy, sensual with his motions, and the heat of his flesh made him feel even bigger in cock than he looked. Maybe he was growing inside her, maybe it was the eggs; Febii didn't care, he was expertly caressing her depths with his equipment, that's all she could ask of him. Mid thrust, he twisted his head and nibbled lightly at her neck below her cheek, his motions growing a bit more intense and aggressive. The steady in-and-out of his rhythmic gyrations seemed to bypass the egg inside her as his member kept prodding at her cervix. Again, she was shocked to not feel any pain or discomfort as a second egg burst from her womb to join the first one. The lineup of eggs stretched her vaginal canal in two places, one deep and nested comfortably against her cervix and the other just inside her lips, threatening to pop out at any second. Chiryn bucked into her, the length of his cock pressed tight against her flesh and squeezed in against the egg; his motion made the shells grind together in such a way that a gentle vibration burst out from her loins, causing pleasure that made her entire pussy clench in orgasmic bliss. Toes curled and eyes rolled as she whimpered, two eggs bursting out of her in quick succession to land in a gooey pile on the bed. Once again, Chiryn consciously grabbed them while still focusing his body's attention on her, gently laying them down one by one in the pile even as he pumped his hips against hers. "Four, I see." She commented in between huffs and shuddering whimpers. She had glanced over to see the pile, shocked at their size. After only a few passing out of her, she had already adjusted to the size and any hints of discomfort were either negligible or somehow converted into pleasure. "I wonder how many are in there." "I guess we'll find out, won't we?" He joked, still whispering in her ear and moving his body to get the most full thrusts he could manage, pulling out to leave only the tip resting between her lips before slamming every inch into her. His motions were gentle, yet rough thanks to the temperature of his flesh; his thrusts were full yet fluid in such a way that it felt as if he never stopped, no jerkiness at all. Febii wasn't sure if maybe she was focusing too much on the skill of Chiryn's mating or if maybe his temperature numbed her, but another egg burst out of her without her even realizing it had breached her womb to pass through her pussy. A blush warmed her cheeks as she felt just the slightest bit shamed that such a large egg was able to pass through her with such ease. That's when Chiryn pulled back and slowed down a bit. "Someone's getting excited there, darlin'." He cooed at her, responding to her thoughts and concerns as if he was reading her mind, once again grabbing the egg to put it in the pile with the others. 'Does everyone here have mind reading abilities?' She thought to herself as she tried her best to clench her pelvic muscles tight; she was trying to counteract the looseness that birthing had wrought upon her. When Chiryn didn't immediately respond to her telepathic inquiry, she smiled at him and pecked a kiss on his nose. "Here, let's try something slightly different." She said, slipping her hand in between their hips to urge him to pull out. "What have you got in mind?" He asked, licking his lips. His member throbbed in her hand, twitching as tiny strands of slimy clear fluid pumped out the end, forming spiderwebs between his flesh and hers. "Just follow my lead." She insisted, pulling him back up to her pussy. As he leaned into her, she slipped her fingers into her vaginal canal and rubbed her thumb against her clit, squeezing his girth between her digits to guide him towards her swollen and eager urethra. He paused for only a moment to look her in the eyes as his cock tip touched her flesh, an attempt to make sure this was what she wanted. "Yes, go on. Probably a lot tighter for you, sweetie." She lifted her hips into him, gasping lightly as she felt his tip pop into her. Upon once again pulling him in tight with her spare hand, she whispered into his ear, "I bet you've never mated with that part of a woman, and it'll probably leave more room for the eggs to come out, don't you think?" He nodded in her grip and slowly pushed himself into her urethra, grunting a bit at how much effort it took to overcome the tightness of it. "Never done this before." He opined; still, her flesh stretched and opened up to accept him, the gaping maw between clit and pussy swallowing him up well past his median ring and almost to his base. The pleasure of having that hole stuffed made Febii fall back again, arms splayed out on the bed, her fingers almost touching the stack of five eggs over to the side. "Just...go wild my friend. I want you to be violent with me, abuse my hole!" She growled at him, then whimpered as she curled up with arms folded on her chest. Her legs were still wide apart with knees up as her tail swayed and swished over the side of the bed, content and eager for more. Then, as she felt the hotness of his flesh completely submerged in her urethra, she grunted and felt another pair of eggs burst from her womb to explode onto the bed, one on either side of the base of her tail. Chiryn didn't notice this time, as he was up too high on her with his member deep inside her other hole. His gyrations and motions kept shallow and brisk, yet slow and sensual as he'd not mated such a hole before. His reservation and gradual feeling out of her body was inspiring to Febii, who adored that he was so considerate. "You're such a cutie." She said, wrapping her legs around his waist. "But you really have to be a bit rougher. I won't break, this part of me is much tougher than most." She winked and forced herself to grind back against him, the length of his hot-fleshed member radiating out from urethra, the tip of it somewhere near the entrance to her bladder. He slowly pulled out, leaving himself just barely inside before once again burying his length into her, slamming his hips to hers as his girth pleasured her G-spot from the other side. The angle of his member slammed the tip against her most sensitive areas, only to have the added pressure curve and shift his member's penetration, ensuring the most aggressive slamming of her G-spot. The angle and vigor of his thrusts made her convulse in pleasure, toes curling and tail twitching beneath her. The added heat and pressure made her entire abdomen clench in a powerful contraction, squeezing three more eggs out of her womb to pass through her pussy and pop out over her tail, undeterred. Her orgasmic bliss clenched her walls up in their wake, quivering pussy flesh matched by the twitching mess that was the rest of her body. Yet Chiryn wasn't done. With him growing in vigor, he used this full-bodied clench to squeeze his cock within her urethra, accented by his sped-up thrusts. His aggression and constant slamming of cock tip against her depths kept Febii in a state of pleasure, each thrust sending another shock wave of orgasmic bliss through her body starting with her loins and trailing out to both tail and claw tips. Every muscle twitched and shivered in delight, caressing and massaging his length to amplify his pleasure. With any other partner, they would have felt this contraction and erupted all over the place, but Chiryn kept at it. It was clear from the look on his face that he was doing all he could to hold back, knowing full well that every powerful buck of his hips sent more pleasure through Febii's body. His selflessness was not lost on Febii, so she grabbed him and pulled him down close so she could growl in his ear. "Finish up, make a mess; I want to feel your seed explode into me." She commanded before roughly pushing him away by grabbing his horn and forcing him up. He took her instruction and did just that, maw gaping and head thrown back as he offered a series of erratic-yet-deep bucks against her hips, his hot flesh squishing and slapping against her lips as his base teased her clit. As he grinded up against her with teeth clenched in pleasure, his cock twitched and pulsed, shooting stream after stream of his seed directly into her bladder. She felt the bloat almost instantly, the heat of his member and seed seeming to explode within her. The feeling of her swollen and abused pussy mixed with her sore and tender urethra caressed by his hot flesh made her melt, flopping down with her arms and legs all splayed out in every direction, Chiryn panting heavily on top of her. The steady throb of his heartbeat could be felt fluttering against her breasts, so she gently caressed his hair and gave a gentle massage down his spine. "You did well, Chiryn." He offered her a chuckle as he looked up at her. "Yeah, that was fun. Never thought I'd like that part of a woman so much. Never thought about it before." He idly grabbed at the base of his member between them and pulled his softening shaft out of her urethra, leaving her gaping and drooling thick gobs of his seed. Instantly, he crawled backwards to help clean her up, but she stopped him. "No need, I like the mess dear." She held his cheeks, forcing him to look up at her. "And I'm pretty sure you won't like the taste of the other stuff up there." "I don't mind, Miss Febii." He assured her, poking his tongue out to full length to prove a point. "But if you don't wish it, I'll gladly leave it be." He shifted and got to his knees, standing up straight with just the tip of his cock poking out from his slit, looking down over her as he grabbed the other five eggs, placing them in the pile. In total, there were ten. Febii giggled a bit and reached over to the pile, licking the gooey mess off it's shell, her other hand gently pressing down against her belly, which was completely flat again. "I wonder if that's all there is in there." Chiryn Looked down at her swollen lips and the gooey mass of seed that had bubbled out to coat her lips and the underside of her tail. "Well, there's really only one way to be sure." He insisted, his own tail wrapping around hers. "And what's that?" He didn't answer, at least not verbally. He leaned in and bent back down again, using his fingertips to part her lips and plunge back into her. She was quite loose from all the eggs, so he had no problem worming his open palm and fingers through her depths. He managed to push in deep enough that his entire fist popped into her womb, cervix squeezing his wrist. As he felt around, he pressed out against every bit of the soft, tender flesh of her uterine walls. "I think there's two left. An even dozen." Her eyes went wide as she saw little bulges pressing up against her abdominal wall. "Can you get them out?" "Of course." He squinted his eyes in concentration before capturing one in his palm and pulling it out with a messy squelch and slimy series of lubrication bridges from his fingers to her lips. After laying it with the pile, he dove back in and did the same to the other one, exploring her depths until he found the final egg and pulled it out. All the while, Febii was writhing and whimpering in pleasure, eyes fluttering and tail tip squeezing around Chiryn's. Then, when he plucked the final egg out and gently placed it in the pile next to them, she grabbed him and held him close. "Thanks!" She squeaked, nuzzling into his ear. Chiryn brought his hand up to lick off the birthing fluid from his fingers, and Febii helped him, suckling on his digits and lapping at his hand until he was completely clean. The two of them cuddled in an affectionate embrace as the night took them. Collectively, they remained wary of the pile of eggs that were stacked up at the foot of the bed, and eventually decided the best course of action was to take them down to the kitchen and put them in one of the fridges; If they planned on enjoying them as the delicacy that cockatrice eggs were known as, they didn't want to ruin it by having them go bad. The rest of the week went well for Febii, with her bonding with the other servants and growing especially fond of Chiryn after their pleasant encounter. Though she had her own quarters, she often found herself spending the night with him to explore more of the things that they were able to experiment with. At the end of the week, Febii enjoyed one last meal as the Queen returned, hosting some foreign diplomats from the southern nation of Untheria. Febii didn't pretend to understand just what was going on with the politics, but the king and queen both were impressed enough with her work to give her a bonus comprised of a set of twelve vials of potion, each made to form a dozen eggs in her womb. As it turned out, the cockatrice eggs were the most pleasant ones she'd ever had. It made her a little uneasy at first, eating eggs that she herself had laid, but the taste and texture was quite silky and delicious even without the yolk. She was happy to have been given such a blessing, and would happily do it again. Eventually, she did say her goodbyes to Mikhail, Arnika, Kezia, and Chiryn, but it was not a time for sadness, for she had made true friends in her time at Arrenthen Parliament Castle. She had even made an intimate acquaintance with a king, a tale that nobody back at school would believe.
The Rising Fallen Star 4 - Kolorado by Z-JAM-C	#5 of Koopin Kennidon: The Rising Fallen Star The aftermath of Professor Gadd's experiment soon develops a wave of repercussions to Koopin's life, not least the which of he now suffers the most terrifying prospect of having a house that's truly empty to come back to. How will his mind and spirit be	[ "Koopa", "Mario Series" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152403-the-rising-fallen-star-4-kolorado	Roy enjoyed his job more than anyone else could. A blisteringly perfect day that had become immensely dull and devoid of any action or crimes to attend to, which were the days he really preferred because that meant he was doing his job good if people were not encouraged to resort to such means. He sat up at the cafe in Toad Town's square basking in the sunlight, enjoying a hearty latte whilst in full town guard uniform of sleek chainmail and blue cloak with spear and shield placed carefully at his side. James was still at home recuperating and he planned to check on him after work, but for now he just enjoyed the peace and solitude of the Mushroom Kingdom. Toads, goombas, koopas and bob-ombs wandered back and forth dealing with their usual jobs carrying briefcases either by hand, mouth or magnetic clip. The only thing that he pondered on was the story he heard from Charlie the other day which ended rather abruptly. He almost did not hear the frenzied chaos from behind him as there came a sweeping cloud of dust. "Hmm, lunch break's early." A horde of goombas came rumbling down the way, at least three dozen across the square heading straight for the restaurant that specialised in goomnut delicacies, the waddling brown rock-shaped beasts causing the chairs and tables to rattle as Roy greeted them. "Hey Goomill, hey Goomess, big Geeee whut is up, miss Goomamina, Goomrahim, Bob, Shybert-wait whut?" Surfing on top of the goombas against his will was a red shy guy with a green-and-yellow tie flapping constantly against his face, bumping constantly against the gaggle of heads below him like a broken car's suspension. "O-ow, ow, ow, OW, ow, o-o-ow, c-can you p-put me dow-own, please?! OW!" Eventually one goomba realised and bonked him off the group, as the herd corralled into the restaurant leaving Shybert stranded on the midst of the paved street. The raptor looked down upon him smiling as he nodded. "Afternoon." "Hwoh...h-hello mister MacGregor, h-how are you?" "Doin' good. Not much goin' on, got no crimes to report so that's good." "That's wonderful, glad to know our city is being kept safe." "You call this a city?" "Well actually yes you're right, we once could not be considered a city unless we had a university hwoh. But we are a town because we have a market, but the legal definition has changed over the years and if a town has a sizeable enough population then we can legally be considered a city." "And is this a city?" "No, we don't have enough population to be called a city, plus Toad Town would be rather redundant wouldn't it?" "Ah guess. Ahm surprised considering this is thuh very centre of your kingdom, ah expected it to be much larger." "That's the good thing about our kingdom, every township has a purpose. We don't become a city with everything because otherwise other towns would have nothing to give, so everybody works to bring something for the community both here and aboard hwoh." "Huh, very socialist of you. You wanna sit up with me, they got sum great lattes up here." "Oh yes, thank you." Shybert clambered up onto the seat and made his order whilst Roy simply relaxed. The sounds of the commonplace square with workers wandering to and fro allowed him to slip almost into a peaceful sleep. Not that he wanted because he was on duty but he felt that he could if he wanted to. He rested his head back for a moment savouring the sweet clean air full of the rich smells of cooking from pastries to hot drinks until his guest asked him: "How long have you known James?" "...mmm?" He reared his head back up curiously towards the red-suited shy guy. "I never really spoke much with you, and if I may be frank, never really knew much about James in general so I am quite fascinated in your background." "We came from Dinosaur Land, but different parts of it. He left first, ahm not sure why, you'd have to ask him but ah left because ah had noplace else to go. Had no family, no friends, nobody, just wandered a good many years until ah found James, we became pals, eventually ah end up here." "I wouldn't mind hearing about that sometime, I've never met anyone from Dinosaur Land if I'm quite being honest hwoh." "Whut about you, how long you known Koopin?" "Oh ever since he returned back to the office so really can't have been more than about twelve years, actually more like eleven and a half. I was his supervisor, have you heard that whole story?" "Uhhhh...some of it, actually ah wuz wonderin' since we're here, chattin' an' stuff." He put down his latte and carefully moved himself forwards to ask something that had been bugging him ever since he last stayed at the Kennidons' house. "You know Charlie, their chomp righ'?" "Oh, hohoho yes. How could I forget." "Just that uhm...James, told me that sumthin' strange happened with Charlie involving sum weird professor guy, lahk Koopin wuz attendin' a party an-" "OH! OH! Let me guess, you want to know what happened after?!" "Actually, yes." "OHHHH goodie! I've been waiting to tell you all about this, how much do you know?! Because this is QUITE a fascinating story if I do say myself, hwohohoh!" "Just that part, ah know about Koopin gettin' back to the office and him wanting to be a DJ, then he met up with you, but...ah only got as far as Charlie...sumthin' happened." "Well, I shall gladly tell all about this because I was actually pretty involved in this bit, let's see it must have been about what...ten or eleven years back? Where would you want me to start?" "Just tell me whut happened from this professor's lab onwards, lahk Charlie wuz down there, he got involved in an experiment, an-" "OH YES, yes I remember this, now let me tell you...about our story and what was to be a great, very odd adventure for me and Koopin, but for the sake of his good health and dare I say his sanity. And I will only say, that this involves especially not me, or Koopin...but of a different professor whom he had met sometime ago." Roy folded his arms and listened intently to his new storyteller, wondering what his deal was as Shybert slowly lured him in to his most eager narrative. --- *The Rising Fallen Star* *Chapter 4: Kolorado* Koopin awoke to find himself in a strange underground laboratory. At least that's what he suspected it had once been, judging from the smashed tables and spilt beakers with shattered glass completely littering the floor in front of him. A giant portal stood twelve feet tall on the other side of the room now rendered inert as his mind struggled to piece together the last few moments of consciousness he had previously. Professor Gadd was slowly sitting up against the wall blinking as he broke the silence first. "Goodness...wh-what happened?" "I...I don't know. Why am I here?" "I...I-i-i don't know either, my memory is rather fuzzy though it would not be the first time if I were admitting. At least the spectral resonance chamber isn't damaged, I would be extremely frustrated to have to fix THAT again." "Fix...I-i was here for something, my head...I came back from the mansion, after the party and I-...wait." Koopin stumbled up onto his feet, forgetting he had his backpack on which sent him nearly hitting against the wall as his eyes blinked with panic. "CH-CHARLIE?! CHARLIE! CHARLIE WHERE ARE YOU!? CH-CHARLIE, COME ON BOY! C-COME HERE BOY, IT'S...IT'S ALRIGHT NOW!" "Wait...where is he?!" "I DON'T KNOW, CHARLIE! CHARLIE COME ON, IT...IT'S TIME TO GO, CHARLIE! Charlie?!?" "The last thing I remember was the...gate going supernova over something. Charlie! Chaaaaarlie come on now! That's enough uh...fun for one day." But there was no sign of anything resembling Charlie. Throughout the subterranean home there was nothing. No sound could be heard but for crows singing raucous melodies faintly from the forest. Koopin became frantic, searching desperately beneath the couch, through the cupboards and outside screaming into the woods. "CHARLIE!?! CHARLIIIIIIE! CHARLIE COME ON! WH-WHERE ARE YOU CHARLIE?! CHARLIIIIE!" "K-koopin let me check the tapes!" "What?!" "The tapes, I have security cameras in my lab, well actually they're not for security but for recording experiments bu-" "I DON'T CARE JUST SHOW ME!" "Right, of course!" Heading back down into E Gadd's house, the lone security monitor that was set up in his bedroom was well-protected from what seemed like every kind of interference. A pale yellow duvet covered his simple bed with lamp on a bedside table and a bathroom through a door opposite of the bed, to the right of the television itself. Professor Gadd switched the channel to the closed circuit camera, rewinding to what appeared to be an hour ago as they saw Charlie standing in front of the blinding bright portal. Koopin rushed onto the scene, shouting as Gadd tried to restrain him from interfering, politely as possible. There came a scream through the room as a resounding shockwave pummelled both of them into the wall, but Charlie stood fast barking furiously at the shrieking gate. Another blast sent Koopin and Gadd to unconsciousness before a piercing ball of light went shooting across the room. Charlie leapt to attack it before it could reach Koopin, and it was only then that the footage cut off into a screech of static. The tape resumed with a missing space of what seemed to be eight minutes passed showing no trace of the chain chomp anywhere. "...no......n-no." Sitting down on the bed made Koopin feel his legs begin turning weak. His hand rose to his face with warm shivering of fear. "Th-th-this is not...this is not happening." "I...I do not know what to say." "He...wh-wh-what was that...thing, that scream, th-th-that THING that took...t-tell me, tell me that's not-" "I'm...sorry Koopin. I fear that...something whatever that may be has spirited away your...uh, Charlie." "......sorry?" Koopin stood up as his voice turned deathly still. "You're. Sorry." "Y-yes. I-i-i mean-...I...I swear I did not know, what was going to happen. I thought it was simply a test, not this, I-i thought-" " *NOOOOOOOO!" His screech almost burnt his throat as Gadd stepped back with flinching feet. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP HIM SAFE! THE MOMENT I TURNED MY BACK YOU MAKE HIM AN EXPERIMENT?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" "K-koopin let me explain, he was emitting some strange energy and I just HAD to figure out what it was and he was just-I-i couldn't let the chance escape, I didn't know-" "YOU DIDN'T KNOW!? YOU'RE A SCIENTIST, YOU TELLING ME YOU DIDN'T KNOW* WHAT THAT THING WAS GOING TO DO?!" "I-i may be a scientist but I will admit that science does not know everything-" "\_YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YOU STUPID IDIOT! \_" The urge to rush him and punch the living hell out of the professor almost overwhelmed Koopin's senses. It was very hard to resist, but instead he managed to maintain his control by stomping all of his rage into his feet as he marched closer to the human. "I...trusted you, to look after my Charlie. All I ask, is that people, GOOD people do exactly what I ask, I do everything people tell me to do, I do my job, I look after my chomp, I pay my bills, and all I want is when I ASK somebody to do something for me, they do it out of trust and respect. And YOU took advantage of my little chomp-" "I-i-i was certain he would be safe-" "\_YOU THOUGHT WRONG! NOW YOU'RE DEAD! \_" His fist slammed past E. Gadd's cheek, pounding thickly into the wall as fury seeped into his being almost pouring through his tear-streaked pupils. Before he could even contemplate restraining where to put his hands upon the professor's body, the sound of propellers came from above causing them to look up at the ceiling. "Wh-who is...what...what is that?!" "Oh dear," murmured Gadd, "I fear that perhaps I may have become TOO indiscreet." "Who...who is it, Gadd? WHAT did you do?" "You'll soon find out. Rather I hoped that you didn't." It all happened so quick. The bursting slam of the front open door, the sounds of ruthless feet coming down like an infantry upon them as soon the entire house was filled with koopas wearing smooth black suits, grey shells and sunglasses. Fire flowers, ice flowers, boomerangs and hammers lined up before them threatening as orders were shouted amongst mixed radio communications up top. "GET DOWN, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" "Mother this is twenty-seven, we have visual I repeat, visual on suspects." "Readings are high on anomalies, getting some mean F-waves up here!" "I SAID GET DOWN, NOW!" Gadd almost went to the floor automatically, doing precisely as they asked whilst Koopin was too flustered to react before he was pounced, not even able to hide inside his shell before he was manhandled swiftly. His backpack was taken from him and scanned before being emptied out to reveal his keyboard set and a few other miscellaneous items. "No weapons confirmed, suspect two is clean!" "WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WHO ARE YOU!? WHAT THE SHELL IS THIS?!" "Something that should not be," said an old female voice crooning from the stairs. "Wh-wha, HUH!?" "Bring them up. Let them see." The intruders lifted Koopin and Gadd whilst binding their hands tightly behind them with cuffs made of solid steel as a shadow walked into the room. A robe of solid indigo, a witch's hat and horn-rimmed glasses balanced upon her crusted beak. The female that entered the room made Koopin gasp inwardly as he soon realised what trouble he was in as she walked closer with arms behind her back. "Professor Elvin Gadd. How I wished we would not meet again." "...hello, Klammy." Koopin knew exactly who she was but seeing Gadd's face turn snarling with contempt made him all the more shocked he would ever take that tone with her. She simply smiled however with her cheeks pulling back like an aged bronze curtain. "Hmhmhmhm...typical, resorting to schoolyard name-calling like any university dropout." "I know why you are here, so please dispense with formalities." "If you so knew, then why even bother doing this? I warned you what would happen if your experiments went up again, that little jaunt into dimension zero-six-six was NOT appreciated." "I did research of beneficial interest, that mansion was a goldmine of spectral activity how could you possibly condemn me for such a thing still?!" "Because you KNOW the rules about dimensional traffic, of which there should not BE any dimensional traffic whatsoever unless you are of a spectral nature roaming the farplanes." "I was of a spectral nature when I travelled between worlds, technically!" "There is no TECHNICALLY and I would hope that you learnt your lesson!" "I did not leave this dimension in any form WHATsoever for the past six years I'll have you know!" "Don't play innocent with me, you know very well why I'm here. Twenty-six!" A koopa saluted from behind with boots clicking against each other, whilst holding a sophisticated device the size of a remote that shimmered with a dozen lights. "Status!" she called. "We have a class-three," said 26, "spectral anomaly, breach from minus-one." "What power level?" "Sixty." "...my stars. You...are in so very...VERY deep trouble my dear Elvin." The female koopa soon turned towards Koopin as if finally noticing he was in the same room as her whilst adjusting her glasses. She walked round to behind him noticing the shell pattern unique to him, showing two arrows pointing upwards as she nodded. "You're awful far off the beaten path, aren't you mister Kennidon?" "...you...know who I am?" "Do you forget that we met before, when mister Campbell came to our castle after my lord and master rescued you? Besides, I know the name of every koopa in this kingdom by their shell markings alone. What I don't know is why you are associating with this imbecilic reprobate." "I am NOT associated with him. But why are you here, what's with all these guys in shell suits?" "We are the KIB. The Koopa Investigative Bureau." "I...I never heard of it." "Good citizens never do." "Wait wait wait h-hold on." Roy stopped Shybert in his mid-narrative to ask quite carefully. "How come you know all of this, when you weren't even there?" "Oh, I was filled in later when I became part of the...um, l-later events." "Isn't this sum kinda big secret government thing? Lahk, you should not be able to know about this, in fact aren't you breaking thuh law by just tellin' me?" "Nope, because Koopin told me that both you AND James were met by the KIB, so you have full disclosure on their very existence as well as the events that have occurred during James' absence, hwoh. That...that IS true right?" Roy smiled politely at the foresight Koopin had shown with such an explanation, despite the fact that Shybert still seemed completely oblivious to the fact that both him and James were not even from this dimension at all. Need-to-know basis it seemed. "Yeah, ah know of them. James and I are uh, special cases so we had to sign an official secrets act, but I am aware about this incident. Ah just don't know thuh specific details." "OH, good, so I can continue without contempt of court or future imprisonment, that's good now let's continue." "We are specifically an organisation who maintain and isolate dimensional interference, such as the one our mutual...friend here has been performing." "Wh-wh-what?" "We have time to explain later but what I want to ask you is, were you here at the time of this incident? And don't pretend because my subordinates know just from picking up the spectral readings from you that you were present." "Then why even bother asking?" "Procedure. I am sure you understand as someone who works in the TGA." "But...look. I'm not part of his experiment, whatever it was, I am not involved with him." "He's right," insisted Gadd, "not involved whatsoever-" "SILENCE!" snapped Ms. Kammy. "You will speak when you are spoken to and nothing less, is that clear?!" "Clearer than your eyes are...miss." The witch responded by clicking her fingers which summoned her magic wand out of thin air, a grand golden staff that was at least half her height whilst tipped with a red glistening ruby as she brought it towards E. Gadd's face. "I will gladly show you what it's like to have the eyes of a worm to match what you are, now...missssterrrrr Kennidon." She twirled her staff like a baton as she strode back and forth like a drill instructor. The younger koopa before her was torn between fear, upset and outright fury struggling to maintain their decency before the elder sorceress. "If you are not part of this experiment then why are you here?" "I was at the party nearby," said Koopin, "up at...the mansion, but I couldn't get in because...I had a chain chomp, they...they weren't allowing pets so I...I know Gadd because he helped...James so he would...look after my Charlie. But he decided to use him as a test subject, and when I got back he...h-h-he was...s-something h-happened to Charlie and I d-don't know what and it's HIS...f-fault." Tears came bitterly through and down his cheeks as Kammy nodded solemnly. Without even asking, she walked towards the TV still showing the footage from the lab only minutes previously. She rewound the tape showing what Koopin struggled to explain truthfully, the chain chomp disappearing but during the static break, she paused rather oddly upon its flickering snow with intrigue. "Sixty-one, go decode this footage, there might be something in this break of interference." "Yes ma'am." The agent that was holding Koopin went to take the security tape and headed back upstairs whilst Kammy ordered the two residents to make their way back into the laboratory, which was being searched carefully by a small group of black-suited koopas with measuring devices. Koopin felt his raging upset slowly return to him as the shock began to waver from his mind whilst Kammy inspected the giant portal. "This blasted resonance chamber you just simply can't get rid of, can't you Gadd?!" "That was not the one from before, I made a new and improved one!" "Clearly it did its job rather TOO well. I see you managed to overcome that catalyst converter problem from last time." "Yes actually it was quite incredible, it all started one day whilst I was toasting peanut-buttered bread an-" "This is not a science fair you dimwit this is your arrest warrant! Rest assured you will be toasting quite plenty in His Majesty's oubliette!" "OHHH you're just jealous of my research admit it! Admit it you belligerent old cow!" "HAH! Jealous, ME?! I am one of the great king Bowser's royal viziers, I command an entire ARMY, I have been at his side during the Star Rod fiasco when we almost COMPLETELY attained pure GODHOOD! What do I have to be jealous of from an INSECT such as you?!" "The fact that I have far greater credibility in the scientific community than you ever will!" "Says the buffoon who got expelled from university after exploding the boiler full of exothermic ectoplasm!" "At least I still have my dignity. And my skin remains as smooth as a baby's bottom unlike your cragged face." *Ka-CHIK.* The sound of her wand clicking to pulse fiercely against his face with a sheer intensity of a burning furnace as she glowered venomously. "...this...illustrious complexion takes up to THREE HOURS A *DAY* to perfect, you miserable fleshface. You are under arrest, you WILL be fixing this mistake and so help me Bowser I will see you thrown into the darkest dungeon beneath my lord and master where you shall belong!" "Ma'am!" The voice of one of her agents called out as she walked over to see one of them sealing up a paper strip into a ziplock bag. "Found something. Giving off some focal waves." "Intensity?" "Seven-point-three." "Hmmmm, looks like a receipt of some sort, but...can't quite make it out, take it back to the lab and try to restore it." "What about Charlie?" She turned towards Koopin who found enough peace to speak his mind more openly. "What...whatever that thing was, it...t-took Charlie away from me. Wh-what's going to happen, can you...find him miss?" "We shall do everything we can mister Kennidon. For now we are just compiling some clues and the professor is going to help us." "Wh-wh-what?! Why?!" "Because he understands his own machines better than I do, also I have every right to force him to correct his mistake. Now, you have explained why you are here, would you like to explain how this came to be, Elvin?" "Certainly," said Professor Gadd. "Now that someone finally allows me to-" "Shut your blithering melonhead for just ONCE and tell me what you were doing, now." "Alright alright don't...interrupt me for Peach's sake! When I was approached by Koopin, he asked me to look after his chomp and being that I was a friend of James, I thought it would be good to return the favour. But as he was staying at my place, he wandered into my lab where my equipment started picking up some strange spectral resonance." "What sort of resonance?" "Sub-focal, six-point-eight." "......hmm. I see, carry on." "So I thought perhaps it was a good purpose to use my spectral gate and see from what point this odd energy must have originated from, I swear I was not planning to do anything towards Charlie himself, but it was simply to explore the odd resonance that he must have picked up." "And did you manage to find anything?" "No, because whatever thing I must have dragged out from the Minus World was one very unhappy chappy." "W-wait," stammered Koopin, "did you...did you just say minus world?" "Yes, quite so." "A-are...you...you're not talking about that......no. No that, th-that's just a myth, that's some old stupid goonie chase!" "I can assure you that it's not." "Sadly he is right," said Kammy reluctantly, "the Minus World is very real, it's just not what you think." "But-" stuttered Koopin, "b-b-but...no, okay, no, NO THIS IS-...THIS IS NOT...HAPPENING!" He stomped off towards the living room to find a place to sit but one of the agents blocked his way. He tried to get past but the burly arms of the bigger koopa forced him to stay still and reconsider his life options as Kammy said: "Please, mister Kennidon. Do not try to make a struggle, I will not hurt you. You are not the one on trial here-" "I JUST WANT TO SIT DOWN, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!?" "Don't raise your voice at me-" "NO, YOU KNOW WHAT, I AM DONE!* \_ I AM SICK OF BEING PUSHED AROUND LIKE SOME PAPER SHUFFLER WHEN MY CHARLIE IS OUT THERE LOST AND AFRAID, IF YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN THEN STOP TRYING TO ONE-UP EACH OTHER LIKE STUPID KIDS AND \_HELP ME!" His frustrations let out sent him heaving into a slight fit, gasping hotly as he slumped onto his knees and began to sob gently. His hands clasped to his face for a few minutes as the sound of tearful weeping filled the room. Gadd tried to walk towards him in an honest attempt at trying to comfort him, but it was not to be. Koopin felt his fists tighten before he screeched and hammered down his fists into the cold stony dirt, bruising his knuckles as he screamed and howled and wailed pitifully. He only accepted Professor Gadd's apologetic embrace for a few moments feeling the gentle pat-pat until he stood up and shoved him away. "Don't, D-DON'T! YOU!" He snarled with finger only inches away from the human's eye. "If anything...ANYTHING happens to Charlie I will make you pay dearly* for what you've done. You understand me? I will break you and then bury you in this crypt that you call a house." "I will not fail you. I intend fully to correct my mistake, with or without anyone's assistance. I am not a heartless fool, I genuinely did not realise what would happen, and I will do everything to make amends, you have my word Koopin. I owe it at the very least to your beloved-" "DON'T! Don't you *ever* talk about James like he's some kind of goonie round your neck, you owe a debt to ME, understood?!" "Yes. I...hhhhhh I'm sorry Koopin. I truly am." "You find Charlie and bring him back to me, THEN I will accept your apology cuz until then, I understand why all the boos wish you kept away from their stupid mansion. Okay, is there anything else, or am I stuck here in this place with all of you?" "Let's take you someplace else," said Kammy politely, "out of this old musty crypt, as you so called it." "Wh-wh-what? Where?" "Don't be alarmed, it's just the airship we have, I'm not going to take you off to the castle, you are completely blameless of this whole incident, a victim as well as your chain chomp. Fifty-seven!" "Ma'am?" A bold-looking koopa came from outside the lab with the build of a hammer brother, thick burly arms rippling beneath his suit whilst his head glistened with shades and a black steel helmet almost at six feet seven. Even for a hammer brother he was exceptionally well-built. "Take mister Kennidon with you up to the airship and give him some time to ease off, away from our 'esteemed' professor." "Yes ma'am. Come with me Koopin, let's get your head all sorted." "U-u-um...o-okay." Feeling deflated and strangely empty after his outburst, Koopin let himself be dragged up towards the exterior of the shack, where a giant black airship kept itself hovering above the ground. It was definitely one of Bowser's ships, but the design was so much sleeker and aerodynamic than usual. He also noticed there was no insignia of the Koopa Kingdom like usual which struck him as being very odd as Number 57 guided him into a small cargo lift underneath the ship. The interior was of fire-hardened wood and steel girders for reinforcement, the sound of propeller engines not as loud as Koopin expected them to be. Workers flitted back and forth, all of them dressed mysteriously from goombas with shades to shy guys in full black attire as the agent hammer brother took his charge to the upper deck. Through the corridors they reached one room which seemed to be a waiting room of some sort with plush green sofas and television with strangely charming wallpaper that helped set him at ease. Barely. He sat down and did his best to gather his thoughts as Number 57 sat opposite him, his eyes watching calmly from beneath his sunglasses. "You can sit here as long as you want, until we leave. Would you like someone to accompany you back home?" Koopin said nothing, pressing his hands together and touching the curve of his beak with them as if praying silently. The droning dull hum of the propellers helped to soothe him as he lost himself briefly within his thoughts entangling with hateful sorrow, a strong yet bitter melody that made him want to plunge his fingers into his eye sockets as his hands spasm with frustration. 57 simply kept watch, not saying another word until Koopin was ready to speak. It wasn't until a good fifteen minutes after that the door opened with another agent. "Number one's asking if he's okay." "He is," said 57, "any news?" "Not yet. I'm here to relieve you." "I'll stay." "Huh?" "I don't need to be relieved, I'll keep watch on him." "...alright then." The door closed once again, and so silence passed for another seventeen minutes until Kammy Koopa herself came through the door as Koopin raised his head up towards her. "We have finished our investigations. As of now, we are treating this incident as a search and rescue." "......okay." "We will find Charlie. Rest assured we have not lost a target, especially one of spectral origin." "Do...do you know why it took him?" "Taking Professor Gadd's story along with yours we believe that this spirit has latched onto your chomp for some odd reason, which then became exacerbated and pulled into our reality by means of his spectral gate." "Wh-why? Why...why would a ghost want...Charlie?" "Let me explain firstly that the Minus World is a real thing. It's what we call the boundary between life and death, a place where no soul should exist, but one that every mortal passes through once their time is well up. Even the boos do not know of its existence since it is merely a gap between, no more than you can see the very membranes between cells. But...some things fall into the gap, unable to fully cross over usually those concerning vengeful malice or torment stemming from say, unfinished business." "But wait, I mean...I know ghosts exist, obviously, but...what makes this one different from just any other ghost, or a boo?" "This one has been...torn apart by its own trauma. When one creature dies, the energy of whatever emotion they feel in that moment is intensified to such an extremity, that should it be a negative force of hatred or sorrow, it can quite literally rend apart a soul like a broken heart." "Really?" asked Koopin somewhat blankly. "So uh...ghosts that aren't boos that inhabit...places are not suffering enough, even if they have unresolved business?" "Precisely," added Kammy. "You have your average spirit milling about trying to resolve its needs before ascending to the higher plane of existence, and then you have those who have suffered so horribly that they cannot rest in peace. Until we find out the cause, like the difference between a hospital patient with a restless backache and cannot leave the hospital until it's cured, and the trauma patient who lies in a coma. Both are patients, both in pain, but one pain is far more extreme and life-threatening than the other. Do you understand?" "I....think so, what are you going to do?" "We have one possible lead that shall lead us to its plight, with the help of Gadd help along with our own spectral tracking equipment, we should manage to find the trail this fiend has left in the ether." "How long...will it take?" "The longest we ever...took was five years. The shortest was in a day. So it could really be any time measure between, we cannot say." "Y-...y-y-years?! You...please, just...please tell me you'll find Charlie." "I won't give up until I do. I assure you, as His Majesty Bowser of the Koopa Kingdom's grand vizier there is little I cannot accomplish! If I could take down the star spirits after a great MANY years of planning, do you really think that I will be outdone by one spectral petnapper?" "R-right. How could I forget." "Now, let's get you home. Do you require an escort, because we cannot take you by airship, security reasons you understand." "I-i think...okay." "Very well, fifty-seven?" "Yes ma'am," replied the agent. "Take Kennidon home in your civilian clothes." "Understood." They left the airship after 57 slipped into his regular shell, the back of which was obscured by a large backpack just the same as Koopin's was. A standard-looking hammer bro at least twenty years older than Koopin judging by the slightly cragged beak and grooves in his eye sockets, they were soon stopped just before entering the main branches of Forever Forest by a wispy little boo as 57 calmly reached for his back pocket just in case. One that Koopin recognised owing to the black scar searing down over one of his eyes. "H-hey, Koopin hey!" "O-oh...hey...Boona." "I forgot to say, uh...oh, are you a friend of his?" "A work acquaintance," said 57, "from the TGA, and you are?" "I'm Boona, nice to meetcha! I just came by to ask, you know a guy called Booris?" "Yeah?" asked Koopin. "He left his phone here and I well, just I remember he works the same building as you so could you give it back to him next time you meet up?" "Sure." "Thanks! Yanno I never saw you at the party, where'd you go?!" "I...was...just there, you must not have saw me." "Oh, okay, I...you alright? You seem kinda down." "Just really tired is...that's all." "Well uh, alrighty then here. G'night then!" "Night." Boona gave him the phone as both koopas said goodbye and headed off back towards Koopamuir by way of Toad Town. The agent asked Koopin just before he headed inside: "Do you need anything?" "No." "Would you like someone to check up on you, perhaps a bodyguard if you wish?" "I can take care of myself." "I understand Koopin, but as a victim of circumstance it is my duty to make certain you are safe." "It should be your duty to make certain that Charlie is safe." "He will be, when we find him. Here." 57 handed him a business card which appeared to be just an ordinary number for construction work. "If you need anything, call me on this number." "Um...o-okay. Good...goodnight." "Goodnight Koopin." "Koopin was inconsolable," said Shybert, "he never spoke a single word to anyone, even when Booris thanked him for getting back his phone but our conversations went to quite a standstill." "God that's depressing," replied Roy, "lahk no offence but ah wuz sort of enjoying mah lunch break." "O-oh, sorry but rest assured things get a bit more exciting later on don't you worry. I'll just skip through his whole ennui and tell you all about the big BIG event that was to be his defining moment of our office days, at least from a managerial point of view." "Mmmhmm." Roy remembered the explanation given to him by Kammy when he received his "official" status as a Rex from Dinosaur Land. As Shybert waffled on in his best to "skip" through the most depressing part of Koopin's struggle to not relapse, he started to reminisce the words that had been given to him in his whole new induction as a citizen of the Mushroom Kingdom. Surprisingly from the Koopa Kingdom's own fabrication of an "official licence" declaring him as such with all the legal tenacities wrapped up so no one ever knew that he was from the same place as James. Beyond this dimension. "The KIB are solely responsible for the policing of our dimensional borders. You see, this world is rather strange in that it has what we call a 'hub transit location'. Many travellers across the rifts of space, have passed along our permeable walls of existence which seem to attract more than most dimensions would." "Wait...seriously?" "I'm nothing but mister MacGregor. This world is greatly connected to many others by an odd intangible relation to other places despite neither being aware of the other. We are not sure why, but the fact is that there is something of an energy our dimension emits that can attract others. That is why we monitor those such as you, to make certain that you do not cause any unwanted disturbances. James almost caused this with his little demon problem so I am keeping a close eye on you two so I can make sure that our kingdom, our very world is kept safe." "Does thuh king know about this?" "He knows...enough, that's all I can say." "NOW," spouted Shybert with sudden vim, "let's get down to the big trip, of a great expedition that one koopa struggled his best to undertake. One mild morning he was called down towards our Personnel Manager's office who gave him something of a great offer to take his mind off of things." "Are you well mister Kennidon?" "Um...doing fine sir." Booratio had seen a thousand faces sit before him in this very room, each one of them wrought deep with turmoil and stress that he always managed to coax from beneath their smiling masks. He was everyone's friend and yet nobody's partner, a voice that all knew and could never hate with his calm mournful sweetness as he clasped his fins before him. "Is everything alright in the office?" "Y-yes...everything's fine sir." "I notice that you and mister Bobunov have become good acquaintances." "Well...he's nice, I mean he always has time to listen and we talk about...yanno, stuff." "I see. How is your home life?" "It...i-i-it's fine." "Is it? Remember why you are here in the first place, it is not good to keep certain issues pent up inside of you, makes you very unbalanced." "I, n-n-nothing is wrong!" "No, of course not. Whatever words are spoken here, shall not leave this room under any circumstances. Nothing is written down, no accusing, no judgements. Please Koopin...tell me what is hurting you." "......my...m-m-my chain chomp...has gone missing." "Ahhh. I see. I am sorry to hear that." "He...h-h-he was, I...I don't know what happened, I...he's just gone and...I don't know what happened to him, s-someone took him." "He was...kidnapped?" "Y-yes. Yes he was." Booratio's face took a turn for the serious, grave and piercing like a judge regretfully condemning his son to life imprisonment. "This is...ohhh dear dear, this is very serious have you contacted the authorities?" "Yes, yes th-they're all looking for him...I-i-i just don't know h-how long it's going to take, and I h-have to go back to my house and it's empty. It wasn't empty until Charlie was-......" Koopin started weeping, the boo offering him a box of tissues he always kept full regardless of who he dealt with. He allowed him as much time as he wanted, quiet sobbing muffled by the tissues scrunched up in his hands until Koopin managed to recompose himself. Sniffling from his beak with eyes watered and red, he stared at Booratio's calm methodical smile. "I am sure they will find him. In my experience chain chomps are most especially hardened beasts." "H-h-he was so innocent. H-he...he's my baby, he's all I have left a-after James left us...he misses James too, I just...I feel everything is being taken away from me slowly and it h-hurts I can't DO anything about it!" "I see. Perhaps I have a small...well, solution is not the best phrase but more of a means to stifle the pain in your heart." "Wh-what?" "You...boo not wish to go back to your house because it is empty, correct?" "Y-...y-yes that's...that's it." "Then I have a rather bold offer I want to present you. You are familiar with Sarasaland, correct?" "Um...y-yes?" "The royal kingdom are to retrieve their sacred relics that you along with Professor Kolorado unearthed back almost five years ago. Naturally they want as many of the original team to come over and invite them to learn about their culture as something of a social exchange. We would love to have you join the professor as our representative." "Wh-wh-...what? You're offerin-...you...s-s-sending me to-...really?" "Absolutely." There was a part of Koopin that felt shocked and yet suddenly overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of becoming a diplomat, an errant envoy of his people to a strange forgotten place. But the rest of him was still entrenched with a mourning sinking feeling concerning his beloved Charlie. The boo said nothing, simply letting Koopin take his time in his decision until asking softly: "Why...me?" "Firstly, you are part of the original expedition team which the royal kingdom would like to meet. Secondly, your family business is one of the few places of our kingdom to establish a trade deal with Sarasaland. But thirdly, and this I consider to be the most important...you will be far more useful to both yourself and your chomp, by not sitting in an empty house dwelling upon the worst. Trust me, I know." "I...wh-what if he...comes back and I'm not there?" "I am sure the authorities will keep him safe if they find him. If you would like me to send someone to keep watch on your home, I can." "That...no. No I have a neighbour who can keep check on my house, that...that's fine, thank you." "You boo not have to decide now, mister Kennidon, the deadline is the end of this month. You have until then to make a choice." "But wait, I-um don't...I've been out of the field for a few months, wh-what if I need-" "An assistant? I already have one in mind to join your expedition. All you have to boo, is say yes...or no. I await your decision." "...no." "I...pardon?" "I...I'm sorry. I don't want to...I can't do this." He walked away from Booratio with heavy sunken shoulders as he felt only one thing. Emptiness. That familiar feeling once again as the more he returned back to home after working, the more he hated it. His house became quiet, except for when the TV was on occasionally to help fill the void in his life. Two nights he wept into his bed, shivering and heaving before muffled screams. He didn't even move any of Charlie's things, leaving them where they had always been. The musty smell only made his heart ache, and soon it got to the point that Koopin could not even stand staying in his house after work by heading off to the bar drinking mild pints to ease his descent. He had no one to be responsible for, nobody to look after but himself. The days he managed to fall asleep in a half-drunken stupor were a sweet release. He felt a weightlessness start to take him, dreaming once again of bloopers in the sea swimming around his body. His arms and legs began trembling almost at a cellular level, before splitting into many white tentacles beneath as he pushed himself through the depths of the great endless sea, a strange new world of purest blue that he had only barely scratched the surface of in his lifetime. Swirling, spinning and dancing through the deep amongst his fellow bloopers with their sweet blackened eyes smiling upon him. They played within the currents circling each other foolishly, bubbling laughter from their hidden mouths in a moment of primal peace, a simplistic happiness from the company of other creatures. The vast canvas of the ocean deep gave free roam to his wild imagination of treasures to find, jewels to unearth and strange bewildering beasts to find. Sea urchins rolled along the sandy floor whilst red white-lipped fish flittered their wide fins carrying their children in their mouths safely. Sunken galleons could be seen from afar where eels swam through the windows of back and forth, nipping at each other's tails playfully in a constant raucous loop. Through this the bloopers went, seven of them all swimming in unison as they spiralled into a strange threaded pattern that Koopin understood by some deep intrinsic instinct he could not explain to himself. Their tentacles clasped as they passed in two rows, turning through a waltz within each other's grasp as they nuzzled and twirled around their partner in dance. Koopin felt his heart soar and sing with a tingling of warmth as he wrapped his tendril around another of his kind, cradling the cold smooth porous skin. He felt two tentacles around his body hold him tight, a slowing dance in the breeze of the currents. His eyes closed briefly until a trembling of the waters alerted him. Another blooper came rushing from afar, bubbling with excitement literally at something wondrous he found across the deep dunes of the sea. They all began to flock en masse following the lone explorer to see what he had discovered. A strange ruined ship, different from the others they had seen where the eels had played that were made of wood. This one was pure steel, shaped like a gigantic fractured pale manta ray crowned by a hexagonal mirror that shone like the moon, its wing-like fins crippled horribly against the rocky bed it had landed upon as its grave. They swam closer to it, the more adventurous blooper peeling open one of the loosened frames of its hull as if inviting them to come in. The others were frightened, peering towards the darkness as they sensing an uncanny emanation from inside the wreck, a torrid stream of bitter unearthly scents. A few of them started to approach, curious amidst trepidation as the first blooper dove inside to make his investigation. The interior had odd metallic square imprints across all of the walls, rivers of thin green lines and white diodes patterning across the wall in darkest jade reflections. Broken halls like twisted emerald strata opened up before them as the bloopers began to follow their new and bold leader into the depths of the wreckage. The smell became stronger, cold like the musk of an ancient crypt as they floated through crushed doors and shattered glass tubing big enough to fit two bloopers into. They slowly began to disperse into various directions, whilst Koopin followed the first who had found the ship, keeping close to his new partner who danced with him. The three floated deeper in, finding a large square room which made their leader tremble with excitement, blithering happily about finding a whole new playground for his kind, a special place, better than the rotting filth of timber the eels took for their own as slowly Koopin's partner started to warm up to the idea. In turn he did too as he started wondering how deep the old remnants were, and so far away from other creatures it was a perfect place for bloopers to live without intrusion. He turned to his partner, who looked over towards him. Clasping warm tentacles as they gazed into each other's black-banded eyes welling up with raw instinctive emotion. They did not care to breed, to survive through the next generation. They only cared about each other. They knew that their lives would mean something only because they were now together. Before they could dance another waltz of passion, there came a sound throughout the ship. No, not a sound, to a blooper it felt like someone screamed through their senses. The hidden sixth sense that many sea creatures had in sensing something wrong from the sway of currents across the sea. Like the wings of a butterfly spreading across the world, the three bloopers felt a sudden change in the waters from the corridors beyond them. Thrashing, violent, someone fought in the next room as they slowly floated away in fearful anticipation. The leader soon steadied his resolve to swim close to the dark hall at the other side of the room. He peered into the darkness. The darkness murdered him. Soon he writhed with spasms of ink, screeching a subdermal sound that only his species could hear as a long dark claw plunged through his body. They had never heard such a sound made by one of their own, the deep impaling length like a spear before they saw its teeth. Glistening white fangs hovering above the blooper before they sunk into his eyes, piercing, thick vitreous fluids bled as they popped before the sound of tearing flesh. They ran. They could do nothing but flee as the two lovers swam desperately pushing their bodies with all their might, tentacles snapping behind them with furious panicked desperation. All around them they could hear their brothers and sisters screaming. Feeling their pain through the undying currents as their last gasps and cries pushed deeply against their skin, their senses. Like needles just before the skin breaks. Severed white heads, half-chewed eyes, torn and severed tentacles flowed out of the tubes as they heard the most terrifying sound behind them. Hunger. Endless hunger. They hurried back towards the exit point, but the steel hatch had closed in on itself as they pushed hard against the weakened hull. Forcing all of their strength combined, the two remaining bloopers struggled and whimpered with only the truest fear. The fear all creatures understood, the first and deepest emotion. They were too weak. The hull would not yield to their plea of escape as they heard the monster's breath. His lover went first, pushing himself forwards with tentacles open wide in desperate attack, begging Koopin to run. But he couldn't run. The creature stared at him with eyeless glimmering head and chitinous body of a deep black green. It watched him, burning its gaze into his mind as it slowly began to eat his lover. Tears drifted between their eyes as his beloved reached out to him. The white slender limb suddenly twitched and fell limp before him as the creature tossed the remains of his lover to one side with a wounded hissing sound. Koopin wished he could scream. He wished more than anything he could scream as the monster came closer to bend down its head towards him. It spoke with a voice that ripped his mind apart with but a deep whisper. ![jfyDd1q.jpg](http://i.imgur.com/jfyDd1q.jpg) "Koopin struggled to sleep," said Shybert, "I have no idea what he dreamt about but throughout the length of those long weeks he slept miserably. Good thing I brought my sleep medication to help him hwoh." "Really?" asked Roy. "You sure that wuz okay? Ah mean...no offence but he had been drinking as well." "Oh no! I never gave him any during those weeks, I only gave him some when we were together on the voyage when he hadn't drunk anything. Not that I didn't trust him, I just worried that perhaps he might have a lapse in judgement considering all that's been happening around him." "Mmmhmm. So, you not able to sleep good?" "Only on long voyages. Not very good on ships, rather queasy with all the rocking about, it helps settle me. We shared some of my sleep medicine until we arrived at Sarasaland which was nothing short of magnificent, astounding, AMAZING!" "Ah get thuh feeling you just wanted to tell me about your awesome vacation." "What, noooooo! This has a purpose too about knowing what Koopin was feeling at the time, this is very important! Anyways, before we get to that part, Koopin had a visitor one day at his doorstop." "Koopin? Are you there?" The voice from behind the door was oddly familiar, but at first he couldn't quite place it as he cautiously peered around the jamb. "May I come in please?" His signature pith helmet was the first obvious clue, something the good professor was never seen without in his travels. A sallow black moustache stood primly upon his beak, as his old dusty-coloured shell barely glinted in the afternoon sun. "Um...s-sure, come in mister Kolorado." "Now now boy, it's professor. You know me well enough." "I...sure." He opened the door allowing the older astute koopa to walk in as his cane clonked with each step he took beside him. He could clearly see the state of malcontent and disregard Koopin had for himself, seeing with archaeological eyes the overfilled food bin, the tangled sheets, and a slight musk that came from Koopin's clothes hinting at an irregular shower routine. "I came to ask you about our arrangement," said the professor, "as well as wanting to see how you were holding up what with all that's uh...you know, that sort of thing." "I'm fine," said Koopin listlessly, "it's...just I've been so busy with things I don't think I can manage to come with you." "Is that right my boy? Here I was thinking that you of all koopas would simply relish coming along with us to strange unexplored worlds what with your TGA expertise." "They already hired a representative." "Oh balderdash he's but an assistant, he's not part of the team he's just there for representation I don't want you along simply for that, you were part of us!" "Well so was James and he's not here is he?! I don't see you asking where he is." "I know very well the answer to that," said Kolorado, "he's not the only one that's not able to attend." "I know," replied Koopin. "But that's my choice, I just don't want to be some burden when I'm already miserable." "Listen to yourself. You really think I would come here if I thought you would burden us, you think anyone would have approached you, your employers could have asked anyone!" "I'm sorry but I have problems, okay?! I know you're a professor and everything but this is my house and this is my life and I have a right to say when I DON'T want to go!" "Are you saying that because YOU want to, or because something else is making you?" "Wh-what do you mean?!" "Koopin...let me ask you something. Do you know why I became an archaeologist?" "N-...n-n-no?" "......hah...hhhahaha...ohhhh silly of me. You know what my worst secret is? That I was searching for one thing, one relic I could never discover on my own, the one THING that led me to become this character before you and to find it had already been discovered by somebody else. Hmm." He sat down upon the sofa, pressing his jaw against his hands which rested on his cane. "To think I've worn this hat ever since the day I decided, wanting to understand him. I admired him for his bravery, his optimism, how he never ran from anything...not like I would. The truth is Koopin...I'm not strong or brave, never was. I'm absolutely terrified every time I venture into the great unknown with every possible worst case scenario running through my head even on this trip. Sometimes I have thought to myself, why keep doing this even? What's the point when I am not fit?" "But...but you love archaeology. You're the most famous archaeologist today." "Well of course I am! I love it, I still enjoy finding historical links and great connections between kingdoms that people have long yet to discover, that was something me and Koopmar shared greatly, a fond love of the great mysteries in life. Why are we here, why have we come to settle in this place, why were we born in the Mushroom Kingdom and not someplace else like this?" "You mean your ancestors?" "OUR ancestors, yes essentially. I understood Koopmar see, about his own darkness inside that caused him to go over the edge and well, you have seen the results clearly. But I understood. It just pains me that he couldn't contain his grief and try to sculpt it into something new like I did, a truer zest for life and strive for the best! Instead he fell backwards into the abyss. Instead of walking out like I did, he simply closed the door and went hiding back to his room like the lost little boy we both once were." "That you both...once were?" asked Koopin cautiously. "There is simply one treasure I have always wanted to seek...and that is something essentially I have always yearned to seek ever since I first wore this hat. Perhaps it is because I never knew what happened to him, that great mystery and curiosity that drove me to become this...that I did not become like that of Koopmar left wallowing in regret. You understand that yearning too, don't you Koopin?" He turned softly towards the young Kennidon with his hands left upon the cane, the sun glinting off his cheek leaving the other half shaded in darkness. "You have watched someone leave your front doorstep knowing that you can do naught but wait until he may return...watching your window. Is that right, my lad?" Koopin shuddered clutching himself, his arms wrapped gently round himself as he felt a strange sense of unconscious empathy that led him to walk over and sit next to the professor. He struggled to ask his next question knowing what the answer would be. "......did your...did...he ever return?" "No." "...wait what?" "I waited, until I could not wait any more, so instead I searched for him. I went through all that he went through, studied up on his research, enrolled the same degrees as him, scoured across the earth trying to find the same footsteps as he but I never could. At first I did not enjoy the adventure for myself but more felt like it was a duty. To myself to find him, but as I began to uncover more things and find such wondrous secrets the world had never known I realised...that that was exactly what he felt. The more I travelled, the closer I became to him. Until the day I heard that someone had found him. Not me. But Mario." "He...h-he did?" "Yes." The professor turned himself away fully from Koopin with one hand planted against his cheek, staring towards the front door wistfully. "My father...his remains were in Hooktail Castle this entire time and no one ever knew. It was during the Thousand Year Door fiasco, which I'm sure as part of the TGA you must know quite well, that Mario discovered his remains. He told my old mentor, Professor Frankly who lives in Rogueport, once everything had settled afterwards, he made arrangements to contact me and so organise his funeral. He taught my father in turn, so he felt it but a sense of...duty to honour one of his greatest students. Greater than me." "...I...I'm so sorry." "Don't be. I learned something my dear boy, in all my adventures to and fro surrounding this great world that we live in. Do you know why people like me and my father exist? Because of legacy. The others...the great kings and empresses of our nations past..." He turned back towards the sunset with hand sweeping across the horizon. "They left a legacy upon this world, and it was then when I saw my father in a coffin, the very same pose I saw every noble, every commoner long deceased that I realised it's not what you discover that matters most, but what you leave behind that matters most." The old professor turned back towards Koopin and put a hand round his shoulders to pull him close. "You and I were left behind by adventurers, explorers so that one day we would speak of their legacy, of their greatness and foibles no matter what. Because there is something worse than death itself, my dear boy. And that is being forgotten, by everyone." He then pulled him into an embrace. The strange mellow warmth forced him to start sobbing gently, his hands wrapped round Kolorado's waist as the professor simply patted him. He never shed a tear, for he had no reason to give anymore, waiting for Koopin to shed his completely until he was done within a minute and a half. As soon as he heard the tears stop, he raised his head to stare at his face. "...do not forget him. Charlie or James, don't forget either of them, for you will find them. One day, I know that certainly." "H-h-how did you-...know-" "Your friend at the office, that supervisor blurted some whilst fussing about you. He's been very worried, but too afraid to intrude on your private space for fear of upsetting you." "I....well...how, do you know I'll even find them, either of them? You...n-n ever even f-found your...f-father until it was-" "Do you not understand me boy? My job is to search for fossils, discovering the long dead and those who had once been forgotten by history. I was forever searching for my father's tomb, knowing what I knew about his line of work. But you are not me, neither is James nor Charlie and that is why you must not search the same way I did. You must hope, you must believe, and above all you must not forget. Never. They will come back to you, and if you don't believe me...well, frankly I don't give a damn if you believe me or not, because I have seen what happens to young koopas who do not walk out the front door and step back into the world like I once did. You understand me Koopin?" "...yes. I understand." "Consider that a lesson...you could easily have become like him, if you chose to lock yourself in and never leave turning your house into a tomb." "My...my house is empty now. Listen. Not a single sound here besides you or me." "Only when you are not in it. Was it empty before all this, before you met James, I think not. Your house is your life, so please do not become what Koopmar became." "And how do I do that?!" shouted Koopin. "What makes you think you know how to f-fix this burning frustration in my chest, when I feel everyone being taken away from me week by week!?" "Because of Koopmar," said Kolorado emphatically. "He tried desperately to hide his true feelings but without any sense of outlet he became a broken shell of his former self. Learn from his mistakes Koopin, if anything for me, please do not hide yourself in your house and instead do what I did. Put on a new hat and step outside." "Put on my...new hat, what? ......I think you lost me." "It's a bloody metaphor Koopin, please, I'm trying my best." "R-right. I understand what you're saying. And...thank you." After two more weeks of ponderous nights mulling over what the professor had said to him, he soon found himself staring down into the water at his reflection. He briefly wondered on how cold and deep it was, thinking perhaps it might serve to carry off his sorrows until remembering that horrendous nightmare involving his spirit brethren down lurking beneath the depths. He heard some faint voices from far away wishing it was a delusion, that maybe all of this was one long dream as a fuller voice came from behind him from the drifting cool long sunset. "Hey there." The face of another koopa appeared next to his reflection with copper-toned cheeks and a red neckerchief. "Not gonna come downstairs? It's getting pretty cold." "I'll be fine. Thanks." "Heh...big fan of sunsets right?" "They're nice. Sorry, I'm...hhhhhh my head is just somewhere else, I'll be fine once we get there, don't worry." "I won't. Yanno last time I was on a boat I was off to Lavalava Island back with Mario." "Really? Nowhere else since then?" "Nope. It's funny." He turned to look at the other koopa who slowly turned to press his blue shell against the railings, now glistening with the sun's rays like a fresh water pond. The stern of a small cruise ship bellowing its horn did little to soothe his fears, nor did the crowd of locals who waved goodbye from the town docks. "After all that...happened I just sorta didn't feel the wanderlust much as I used to, nowadays it's all just business to go travelling from place to place. I mean sure we got our adventures like the one we had but I mean...ehhhh it's hard to explain." "No I understand," said Koopin, "you don't hate travelling, but you don't do it for the love of exploring as much, right?" "What, no! Nooo no I love exploring! It's just that...nowadays it's more the destination rather than the journey whereas back with Mario, it more felt like the journey, rather than the destination know what I mean?" "Yeah. I do, sorry I am listening it's just...mmmmph stuff that's justhappened and all." "You know you can talk about it if you want, I mean I know you're from the TGA but you don't have to be professional around us, we're all koopas here. Well, I mean, you and me, obviously not your assistant but I meant we're all-you know what never mind I explained that real badly." "Hhheh. Did...Mario bring you with him for your communication skills?" "Psssht you kidding me?! Naaah that was Goombario's job, you should know that! Aren't you the guy that handles the Bob-omb Fortress?" "I used to, but I went back to the office to cool off from the field, got a lot of stress." "Ahhh it happens. I mean Kolorado's not young, we have to basically strap him to a bench everytime we go out someplace or else he just ends up collapsing from running around too much. I mean not gonna lie but I feel I'm more like his babysitter rather than assistant." "Isn't that the same thing, Kooper?" The blue-shelled koopa smirked before cracking up into a giggling fit briefly. Koopin simply sniggered, twice and no more but he couldn't prevent his smile from breaking through as Kooper peered over towards the pier of Toad Town's dock. "...did that guy miss the boat?!" "Huh?" Koopin looked up to see someone desperately shouting and ranting at the end pier towards the boat as he cocked his ear. "heeeeey! heeeeeeeeey!" "What's he saying?!" asked Koopin. "I think he's trying to say hey, HEEEEEEEEEEY! SORRY YOU MISSED THE BOAT!" "heeeey youuuu! i'm gonna find youuuu!" "HEEEY, HOPE YOU DO BUDDY!" "not you! him! the green one!" "DRAIN ONE!? YEAH SURE I WILL, I'LL POUR ONE OUT FOR YA!" "tell him the next time i see him, i'll be ready for him! koopin kennidon's mine, you hear meee-wha-wha-whoa, waaaaaah!" "UHHH...OH-KAYYYY! Do you know that guy?" "No?" muttered Koopin. "Who?" "Some guy shouting off the end of a pier, I think it was a lakitu. Or at least before he fell off and just bellyflopped into the sea." "I dunno any lakitu, sorry." "Ehhh well. Come on, let's head down and grab some beers, let's relax before we get to the big place. You'll wanna lose all that tension if we're gonna meet the big peeps." "I guess. Yanno maybe that's not such a bad idea, shut my brain off for a while." "That's the spirit let's go buddy!" Kooper wrapped an arm around Koopin and guided him down into the cabins of the ship. It was a small passenger ship, usually hired to carry only one party of people from place to place which the TGA paid for with all expenses on behalf. Koopin admitted that he missed travelling on the sea, the calming breeze and the soothing gentle motions of the waves cradling him to sleep. He felt strangely more peaceful than he thought he would be, but that also was accounting for the sleeping pills Shybert had handed him, keeping sober whilst Kolorado regaled his fellow passengers with tales of wild daring do. The night passed by swiftly for Koopin Kennidon, of which he was thankful for as the sounds of the ocean lulled him to sleep almost perfectly. It almost felt like no time at all when he found himself in the great royal halls at the seat of Sarasaland's government. "Your Highness, may I introduce Professor Kolorado along with sirs Kooper, Koopin, Karlos and Shybert." He felt as if he had just woken up in that moment, finding himself now bowing before the princess of Sarasaland in her most esteemed royal palace. Briefly gazing all around him, the architecture was fascinating in the form of beautifully resplendent colours of red, green and yellow. The walls glistened like golden honey, the pillars and roof supporting a proud strong crimson and the floors but a sea of sleek virescent emerald. Upon a throne shimmering aureate three steps above them with plush velour seat, was a human smiling down upon them in a fair flaxen dress the same tint as that of butterscotch, her hair a chocolaty brown woven into a bun atop her pale face which was topped by a humble crown. On her immediate left was a pale ghoulish humanoid with grey skin, sunken eyes and deep robes of indigo that matched his tented hat. To his right he saw Kooper in his blue shell, Karlos with a swirled pattern on his own green shell, and lastly the professor himself. To his immediate left was Shybert wearing his tie like always patterned green and yellow against his red clothing as they slowly rose back onto their feet. "I welcome you," said the princess, "to the great continent of Sarasaland my good sirs. May I say once again how very grateful I am to you for discovering the truth of our long-forsaken ancestral king of the Birabuto kingdom." "The pleasure is ours your Highness," said Kolorado politely, "we are very glad to unearth a mystery hitherto long since unanswered in your land's history. That and it was a jolly good adventure for us too!" "Hahaha, I suspect it was considering our pyramids can become most devious in all their ancient glory." "Hahah...yes...indeed." "I am sorry to hear that not all of your original expedition crew could attend. And again, my condolences to the loss of your friend Koopmar." "Oh, please your Highness you honour me with such grace, I am not here to mourn I am simply here to return those treasures we found to its rightful heritage, nothing more." "Again, I thank you. We have received the treasures from your cargo so I encourage you to please explore and enjoy yourself in our land. Pionshi." "Yes, your Highness." The strange pale man in robes hopped forwards, revealing his feet had been bound with rope as he handed each of them a special ID card with their names inscribed in a different language. "Here you shall be recognised as diplomatic envoys of the Mushroom Kingdom, these identity cards will allow you greater passage through the four kingdoms of Sarasaland." "What about our diplomatic permits?" asked Shybert. "They allow access only through the port, but these cards will let you pass through within the borders of our homeland. The four kingdoms have different customs and not all may be aware of your arrival or who you represent unless you have those identity cards. I have also arranged for you a guide to accompany you during your stay." "Who would that be?" asked Karlos. "Someone who is very accustomed to the Mushroom Kingdom, in fact he put himself forwards for the offer, a well-experienced merchant and traveller from Birabuto." "Oh that's good! Thank you for all of this." "For now why not allow me to be your guide throughout the Chai Kingdom? Your guide will not be arriving until tomorrow, we have also made rooms of accommodation at one of our kingdom's illustrious hotels." "We wouldn't want to be any trouble sir." "Oh pish-posh!" said Kolorado cheerfully with cane swinging above him. "The man's offering it would be rude to refute it, we shall gladly have you guide us through your home Yongshi-" "That's Pionshi, hahaha. Well, shall we excuse ourselves and start exploring?" "Why not indeed, if that is alright with her Highness." "Of course!" said the princess gladly. "Please, enjoy your time and stay in Sarasaland, if you need anything please do not hesitate to contact local authorities for anything." "Thank you, your Highness." Bowing all in unison, both Pionshi and Kolorado's entourage made their way out of the palace to start enjoying the sights of the grand mysterious Chai Kingdom, with backpacks and travel sacks jostling as they started their journey into the new place. An entire walled city surrounded by forests of thick bamboo which sprouted high upon mountains of jade green. The air was cool with white mist gently shimmering between the trees as Koopin walked down the great stone steps of the palace front between houses of humble wood with sleek emerald roofs. The people roamed back and forth in a multitude of strange creatures he had never seen before. Hopping ghouls like that of Pionshi; fire-breathing serpents that slithered between the streets; flowers that walked on their roots with tiny eyes in their stalks; black-shelled turtles as well as dull maroon-tinted cousins of the goomba race. The turtles, or rather nokobons as this race was called were especially intriguing for the fact that their shells did not have the same patterning as that of koopas, but rather just a pure jet black reminding Koopin of bob-ombs. Commerce was thriving within the kingdom as there laid several market stalls offering food and household wares from simple lanterns to well-honed cooking pots. "The Chai Kingdom," began Pionshi, "is the most powerful of all kingdoms in Sarasaland politically. It is the very centre of our government, ruled by our fair and kind princess Daisy who has since brought our land to a golden age of prosperity." "This place is so GREEN," said Kooper astonished, "jeez I bet Luigi would LOVE to come round here." "Ha ha ha, it is funny you say that as sir Luigi does often frequent our kingdom as something of a de facto ambassador of your kingdom. He has become well-acquainted with our princess through various sporting tournaments." "I heard about this, the princess is a professional athlete isn't she?" "Oh yes indeed, we pride ourselves greatly upon our athletic prowess thanks to her eager emphasis on physical education. She has encouraged a new lease on our people to become more healthy by a series of sporting programmes and gymnasiums throughout the length of the continent. We have every sport available such as tennis, golf, swimming, and especially our martial arts." "OH, Koopin! You're a martial artist yourself aren't you?" "U-um...y-yes," stammered Koopin. "Do you know anything about the styles they got in Sarasaland?" "N-no actually I don't, what...what styles are there?" "Oh several," said Pionshi proudly, "I myself am one of the head teachers of Chaiquan which was developed by my people the Pionpi. There is also Tonku the wrestling style developed in the Easton Kingdom, the Mudalama style of the Muda Kingdom, and lastly Birahtib of the Birabuto tribes." "Wow. I've never heard of any of them. Not even my master mentioned them." "Which style do you practice mister Koopin?" "Toad-kwon-do." "Hmm. That is one I do not know, perhaps you and I should have a cultural exchange." "Wha-what do you mean, you mean like show each other our styles?" "Yes why not, after all you are guests in our country so it would be good for us to learn about each other." "I...I wouldn't want to be rude, please understand I'm not a person who enjoys fighting." "That is good. No one should be, we are simply artists of the mind and body, we study to better ourselves and to protect each other, is that not correct?" "......yes. You're right, we are." Koopin smiled softly at such wisdom as Pionshi bowed before hopping further through the marketplace, whilst locals greeted him fondly as if he were family. The city was well laid-out in almost perfect symmetry of uniform housing, the only difference being the unique touch that every resident brought to their home in the form of wind chimes, door mats and personalised plates in Sarasalese as they soon noticed three other towering palace buildings against the walls of the city, not including the royal palace itself which stood an illustrious goldenrod colour in the very centre of the city. "I say what are those other buildings?" asked Kolorado. "They seem rather grand to place at the city walls." "We have five palaces," said Pionshi, "each of which represent the five elements of our world and is the very centre of our belief. To the east, we have the Azure Channel which blesses us with water never-ending; to the west, there lies the White Hospice which is where lives are born and saved in our life-giving facility; to the south, there is the Vermillion Foundry where iron and steel are moulded to become weapons and tools to protect us; and lastly, to the very north, lies the Black Charnel where all departed souls shall leave us to the great beyond." "Hmmm...so that means you have water, fire, life and death as your main elements? What about earth and wind, thunder and ice?" "Traditionally they were not in our scripture, all things are born from water and fire, all life and death comes from such. Fire purges a forest so that it may grow strengthened once again, as does water purify us...or wash away our homeland." "I see...very dualistic I must say, so what does THAT palace represent? The one at the very centre, you said five elements." "That represents Law. Law is absolute." "What is that old boy?" "Law is what makes lightning fall, what makes fire burn, what makes us become born and what makes us cease to exist upon the end of our natural lives. The very order of the universe, what we are governed by no matter what we must become." "Ahhhhh...I see, it represents existence itself, the unbreakable laws of reality!" "That is correct." "You know I dare say I once read about this in a book I had detailing the different belief systems of various regions. I take it you understand ours?" "Oh yes," replied the vizier, "I have read up on your customs concerning the star spirits and a foundation borne of utilitarianism through the power of hopes and dreams. I was most curious to ask about this." "Ohhh?" asked the explorer. "Well, before I do, why not have your protégés learn about our martial arts whilst we debate our theistic systems?" "Why certainly old bean, what a splendid idea! Come now troops, let's not waste the day away ehhh what what!" Eventually they soon reached what appeared to be just another ordinary building, like any other house they had seen. But then Koopin saw the tapestry that circled around the door representing various fighting styles from various creatures stitched upon it as they headed in. The inside was most definitely that of a dojo, with green padded floors that almost bounced underneath the visitors' boots with wall hangings surrounding the entire room in an expansive square. A small side room could be seen through one door that showed a table with a tea set placed upon it. A class was already in progress as Koopin watched a row of pionpis facing against each other, their feet remaining firmly planted whilst they spun and swooped their long flowing robed arms towards each other in practiced graceful strikes of the hand. "CHAIII-HUP!" Everyone stopped almost instantly whilst standing up straight, hands clasped in front of them as the head teacher of the dojo stood in front of the wall facing his newcomers with a wide grin above his black goatee. "Ahhhh Zhuishay Pionshi! Kamtian jihuan dao niyie duomann meihaorak!" "Wo arju xiwan wo akun bu huiana da duanqitie, Zhuishay Pionyang." "Yidalaa doulatti bulaqa! Xueshemidhi, huanfadying rahamen dedarrib ladaynairen." All sixteen pupils turned and bowed with smiles on their faces. The younger members of the pionpi differed only by the fact their eyes were nowhere near as sunken as their elders almost like freshly dead corpses. But they were friendly in their curiosity of Kolorado's party as Pionshi explained to his friend the reason for their visit in Sarasalese. "That's funny," murmured Shybert, "this dojo looks a lot like the one in Monstro Town, same sort of padding and wall scrolls, hwoh." "Maybe not a coincidence," said Karlos, "Monstro Town attracts all sorts, wouldn't be hard to imagine a Sarasalese immigrant at some point." "That makes sense, must develop the same culture but this is a lovely city...even if I don't understand any of it." "I thought you were reading the translation guide?" "Well, yes but I only got up to 'hello', 'good morning' and 'that's a very nice tnetennba you're wearing today'." "What in the stars is a tnetennba?" "I don't know, I haven't got that far yet." "I think it's a bag," said Kooper, "sounds like a bag." "No it doesn't, what are you on about?" "Wha-why doesn't it sound like a bag?" "Because nobody says they're WEARING a bag, you wear a hat or a shirt or maybe a smashing blouse like miss Mushkin wore the other day-" "You totally wear a bag, like a backpack for your back." "You carry it, not wear it, it's not an article of clothing I think you'll find-" "Um, scuse me." Roy put up his finger as if he were in class. "We don't need to know whut a tnetennba is, let's just keep on with thuh story." "Oh, right of course, hw-hwoh, so, we arrived at the dojo and our guide Pionshi introduced us to his old friend who was rather curious about Koopin, but-" "Lemme guess, Koopin wuz not up to it." "Right. So we had to encourage him." "Why? He got no reason to show off his arts." "We didn't want to look standoffish in front of another people, we were somewhat worried that perhaps Koopin's behaviour might come off as being rather rude but eventually he realised and said-" "I only want to my martial arts in self-defence. I appreciate that you're interested in seeing the style of my home kingdom, but...I don't want to appear aggressive, I'm here because I'm part of Professor Kolorado's envoy to return your kingdom's treasures. I hope you understand." Pionshi nodded and translated this to the dojo master, who nodded also and gave his reply back through the royal vizier. "Your reluctance is admirable and I respect your sense of humility. But please consider this as nothing more than a meeting of minds, a technical display by which we learn to understand each other through the age-old ways of fair and honest combat. With your mindset currently, I feel you would only become even more appreciative an opponent by having such clarity through your armistice. Please, I beg of you from one pupil to another to show me your skill." "I...well, wh-when you put it like that I guess I...alright. I'll...show you what I do." "Great! Wonderful now please, come with me to the centre of this room." Koopin walked over as instructed with Pionyang hopping beside him as they both stood six paces from each other. The rest of Kolorado's group stood to the side whilst the students went over to the opposite side of the room, with Pionshi himself in the middle to orchestrate the fight. Koopin braced his fists, sweeping them to his side as he rose his back foot to plant squarely behind him when he brought his hands back to in front of him. Pionyang simply hopped before bending his knees apart and furling his arms out to each side of his body, as if balancing a sword behind his neck. "Ready? Chaiiii-HUP!" The student of toad-kwon-do carefully stepped forwards without breaking his stance, testing his opponent's reflexes with a solid jab of his leading left fist which Pionyang dodged by lurching his head sideways. He countered in the same movement with both arms thrusting to his right and clawing back towards Koopin who stepped back hastily. The Chaiquan instructor did not move a single step, his feet rooted together with bound ropes above his ankles as he waited for the next attack. Koopin thrust once again with a left hand jab but followed up with a knee strike to push into Pionyang's chest, but the ghoulish sensei leapt on the spot to push his knees against Koopin's own in a forceful block. The momentum of his jump pushed Koopin back in turn as the pionpi hopped again, leaping forwards with spinning strike of his long arms like a propeller to slap the koopa twice across the cheeks, which made him stagger slightly from surprise. Steadying himself once more by a bending of his knees, Koopin slid his front foot forwards before a one-two punch and delivering a full axe kick from his back leg, rising it hard up as Pionyang dodged back fiercely by bending his body. But before he could counter back with a karate chop, Koopin snap-kicked him in the face to stun him briefly before sending a hammer fist down upon his head. He stepped back to give his opponent some space, playing more by tournament rules rather than full-on offensive as he allowed the pionpi to regain his composure. He hopped forwards twice before pirouetting on his third and swung out both his trapped legs with the force of a baseball bat before landing perfectly, the koopa dodging the flying dual kick as he countered with a sweeping low kick towards the master's knees. The pionpi simply hopped as if expecting such a tactic, but then jump a second time with sudden height to somersault forwards on the spot, sending both of his feet down towards the koopa's head in a vicious meteoric strike. Koopin swerved his entire body left just in time before elbow-striking fast towards the ghoul's face, who ducked down in a sudden squat to slam both his fists deep into Koopin's stomach. Gasping harshly with the wind knocked out of his lungs, the koopa clutched himself briefly as he stepped back three paces. The master of the dojo soon took the offensive charge, hopping forwards with cleaving strikes of his open palms with the grace of a ballerina. First with the left, second with the right, third he spun a full circle and struck out with both hands before the fourth jump he struck downwards with a hammering fist. He ducked down with exceptional balance in his powerfully-bent knees before forcing himself to "stand" on the tips of his toes, spinning in his squat position for just a moment with outstretched hands slicing like razor blades towards Koopin's belly. The koopa was taken aback, the striking chop catching him off guard as the force of it slammed back towards the wall before he swiftly moved out of the way to give himself room. Pionyang stood back up before bending down once more, this time not as severely, his arms scooped on either side of him like holding a crescent moon inviting his opponent to come close. The toad-kwon-do student made a rushing charge, feinting with his leg raised as if about to slam it forwards like a police battering ram. But then he quickly changed tactics, slamming his boot down halfway and using the momentum of his charge to swing his back leg round into a turning kick, spinning on his heel to slam his other foot straight into the pionpi's face. The stunning strike made him smile as he laughed, impressed by the throbbing dull pain he experienced in his jawline before making several hops towards Koopin in succession. But the fourth hop he suddenly leapt with absurd strength straight over Koopin's head to land right behind him, spinning on his feet to deliver a chopping strike to the back of the koopa's head like slashing with a knife. Koopin swung round within barely but a second to block the hand, instantly grasping Pionyang's wrist to pull him forwards straight into the thrusting elbow from his other arm between them. The ghostly sensei blinked in staggering back from the throbbing of his face, yet simply smirked and jumped straight towards Koopin to strike with a downwards chop. Dodging left, Koopin was open to a thrusting palm strike that smacked hard on his forehead, before countering with a snapping forward kick followed by a thrusting knee into the pionpi's stomach. Pionyang dodged the kick, and managed to slap his hands down hard upon Koopin's knee to block his trajectory shouting: "CHAI-HUP!" Koopin stopped, gently putting down his knee to step back and bow with feet together and arms outward. In turn the pionpi clasped his hand over fist, and bowed respectfully. "That was excellent!" cried Pionshi from the sidelines. "What a terrific display of styles!" "Y-yeah?" asked Koopin softly. "Oh yes indeed, that was wonderful to witness such technical display. Zhuishay!" The two masters began to confer with each other in Sarasalese about the fight, whilst Koopin made his way back towards his companions feeling somewhat a little light-headed. He had to admit, the little sparring session did clear his head somewhat in giving him a brighter spirited look, if only briefly. "Are you alright my lad?" asked Kolorado. "Y-yeah, kinda...felt...pretty good actually, helped me get out a lot of stress." "Well that's good, capital work my boy! Representing our people, now let's hope you impressed the natives!" "I certainly was!" said Karlos smiling. "I've never seen toad-kwon-do been done before." "Nor me!" replied Shybert. "Looks quite intense, glad to see none of your fitness went away in the office, hwohohoh!" "Hhhehehe...thanks." His humility came crawling back as Koopin simply blushed, whilst Pionshi returned with his fellow sensei to give their verdict. "My friend says that you have a good sense of balance and focus, your stance work is exceptional. But he is somewhat surprised to see you do not block very often." "That was my fault," said Koopin, "normally we are encouraged to block but I admit I have more of a tendency to dodge and evade." "I see. That was your downfall in the midst of the fight, you became rather easy to predict on where you would avoid his attacks, but then the times you blocked, few as they were, that took my friend off-guard when you counter-struck." "I hope you enjoyed my demonstration. I'm only a 4th level kup, so that puts me at intermediate, but not master." "Still impressive. My friend thanks you for the sparring but now I think it is time to take you to your hotel." Waving goodbye to the dojo's sensei and his students, the koopas along with Shybert made their way towards the hotel that had been booked for them. It was exquisitely lush, with imperial green and baby blue patterns to help lull the mind into sleep as well as the finest of local cuisine. The food was not as strange as Koopin expected it to be, after having known about Sarasalese crops for some time but his companions were not as keen. Especially not Shybert who found the concept of pickled vegetables to be rather strange with a disagreeable scent, but the same could not be said for Kooper and Kolorado who eagerly began wolfing down bowls of Luohan Chai. Koopin did his best to eat, practically forcing himself to eat bamboo shoots, bean curd, ginkgo nuts water chestnuts, black mushrooms and carrots whilst Karlos ate at a steady regular pace. Soon after they woke up the next day, Pionshi greeted them at the breakfast table where they sat down and conversed over some bok chai. "How well did you sleep?" he asked his guests. "Quite wonderfully thank you!" chirped Kolorado. "Beds were marvellous and the city is surprisingly peaceful at night." "It is!" remarked Karlos. "I expected just as much bustle at night but it was so relaxing. Is there a curfew perhaps?" "Oh no no," said Pionshi, "we simply close all of our businesses at 9pm on the dot, except of course the palaces." "Really? What if you need food or some emergency rations?" "Our people have developed a very particular structure of organisation, bred at an early age to always gather what is necessary." "Sounds marvellous," replied Shybert, "could have done with a bit of organisation myself when I was a wee shy tot." "Are you not enjoying the food mister Bobunov?" "OH, n-no it's just-I have a rather...sensitive stomach, don't you worry about me." "I see. So, you are planning to leave the city today, your guide shall be arriving within the morning do you have any plans before you leave?" "Not especially," said Kolorado, "rambling around the various kingdoms and whatnot for the next odd week or two, OH I say, did you manage to get your artifacts back?" "They are still being processed by the other authorities from neighbouring kingdoms but they will be. There is...one thing I can suggest to you, if you will allow me." "Yes?" "...as I have said, I offer my condolences upon hearing the loss of your colleague, Koopmar. If you so wish, perhaps we might offer a prayer to him and help ease his spirit into the next world by means of our own rituals." "R-...really?" "I would be honoured to. Please, before you leave this kingdom at least." Bristling his moustache slightly, Kolorado was at first uncertain at the idea as a strange sense of guilt came over him briefly. But the more he thought on the idea the more he approved as he nodded softly. "Hmm. That's um...yes. Very kind of you." "Then let us go." Standing to the north far from every other house in the city, the Black Charnel gave a lonesome presence at the end of a long solemn walk towards the great epitaph, lanterns on either side of the stone path flickering softly. A towering oblong tomb with grey stone doors that grinded into the earth, Pionshi walked in towards a grand hall of black and white, monochrome silence. No one spoke, not even footsteps dared echo to break the peace of spirits as Koopin saw a sculpture in the centre of the room. It looked like a pipe organ made out of wax, with hundreds of white candles softly lit as locals of the kingdom knelt in prayer. Kooper, Karlos and Kolorado stepped forth as Pionshi whispered instructions to them, a candle unlit before them as they were given a burning wick each. Slowly, they united their lights as one upon the same candle and closed their eyes in mutual prayer, the name of one koopa ringing out in their minds together as they made their peace. Shybert watched curiously alongside Koopin who gently rubbing his arms together out of growing discomfort, his breath caught in his throat as he waited for them to leave before making their way out towards the city entrance. Shybert however was curious to ask as they walked through the city: "Koopin?" "Um...yeah?" "Can I ask...and, please excuse me if I um, you don't have to answer this but I'm curious...who were they all praying for?" "A...a friend of theirs, someone that was very important to professor Kolorado." "Who, if I may ask?" "He uhm...one of his closest assistants, he was a linguist that was with us during our um, Weston Kingdom expedition." "Oh. What happened to him?" "I...it's complicated. It...it involves a lot of history to talk about and there's a lot of things that built up to how he...died." "Oh...oh dear. Well I'm...I'm sorry to hear that." "It's...fine, I'm not the one who's really grieving." "Why is that?" "...I can't tell you Shybert. I'm sorry." As soon as they arrived at the city gate, Pionshi said farewell to them as he returned back to the palace to continue his duties as vizier. Standing at the grand almost eclipsing entrance through the city walls, was a familiar-looking face next to a smaller version of himself, in front of a rather sturdy sand-patterned carriage pulled by large long-necked birds with fluffy black-and-white bodies and tall strident legs. "Ahhhh Koopin!" "...wh-what the...m-mister Nokata?" "Please, my friend, we are on first names do not be so modest!" "You know this guy?" asked Kooper. "Yeah," said Koopin astonished. "Um...everyone, this is uh, Noki Nokata. He trades with my father in Dusty Dunes." "And to this day!" The nokobon strode forwards with hand out in eagerly shaking every single one of Koopin's party, the black-shelled traveller wearing a yellow scarf and a satchel round his waist. The other shorter nokobon wore a purple scarf and also shook their hands. "It is very good to meet you once again professor." "Really?" asked Kolorado. "Have we met?" "Of course, during your exhibition at Princess Peach's castle why do you not remember?!" "...ohhhhh yeeees. How are you good sir?" "Wondrous thank you, the skies are shimmering clearly today." "Are you the guide?" asked Shybert. "Why yes, yes indeed, I was most enthusiastic to offer my services to friends of mister Kennidon. I hope that is not a problem." "OH, no not at all um, name's Shybert. Bobunov." "I am very pleased to meet you, are you part of Kolorado's group?" "No, actually I'm from the TGA same as Koopin, hwoh. Can I ask what your itinerary is?" "My pardon? OH, yes, we have no schedule but simply to allow you a long and wondrous journey throughout our fair continent. I will gladly take you to the Birabuto Kingdom and back, for I know of course as adventurous scholars you are most eager to learn about my homeland!" "Well yes," said Kolorado bluntly, "I have always wanted to explore this great land!" "Me too!" added Kooper. "This place looks incredible I would love to see what other kingdoms are there." "Well, I hope you do not miss the colour green for I fear the lands out beyond are less colourful as the Chai Kingdom. But every kingdom has something rich to offer. Speaking of, may I introduce my son, Nokayim." The boy stepped forth, somewhere around his teenage years as he bowed and shook everyone's hand with a more clipped and thicker accent. Upon shaking Kolorado's hand however, his assistants noticed his shaking fingers and pursed beak as the youth introduced himself. "Pleased, to meet you. I will be your guide, like, my father." "Ah. Good, what a polite young boy you are, take after your father well I see." "Yes! Let me take your bags, please." Nokayim took everyone's backpacks carefully before tying them to the rest of the luggage on top of the carriage, binding it down with rope as his father signalled that they were all ready to cast off into the great unknown. Koopin at the behest of his guide, sat between Noki and Nokayim at the front, whilst the other four went to sit inside. The birds were given a flick of the reins as slowly they turned around to depart from the Chai Kingdom's main city. The purest green was overwhelming with forest-covered mountains atop the gloomy mist, amidst hordes of bamboo forests on either side of them. The road was long but well-imbedded, a stone path that wound itself through the woods like a granite serpent with lanterns in stone braziers to light the way for travellers to and fro. Koopin could not help but quietly marvel at such an odd world and change of scenery, despite his own shortcomings as his mind continued to torment him with wayward thoughts. "You have met Zhuishay Pionshi then." "Hmm wha?" "He is a wonderful pionpi, he was very happy to accept my request to be your guide after I told him about the trade between me and your father." "Is that um...still going well?" "Oh yes, absolutely! Your father's business has made my produce flourish with many chefs starting to ask for a good deal of delicacies from this very place. My son has become most curious to visit your father one day." "Really?" "Yes!" piped up Nokayim. "I want to...visit, your kingdom and meet your father, Kennidon." "Why?" "I want...eh-eh-um...fuqab." He leaned his head forwards turning towards his father. "Niyf zenminuk shuo'an taqul 'shangyeumi'?" "Business," corrected Noki. "Yes! Biz-ness! To learn, a biz-ness to trade with, my father and yours." "You want to do that? Well alright that's uh, that's cool!" "Cool, yes cool!" "How old are you? If I can ask." "I am...fif-teen! I want, to...travel to other land, see biz-ness like ours, maybe one day, own my own shop, sell our crops to people like you!" "Well I wish you all the best, absolutely." "I am currently making it happen," replied Noki, "When we have set up a proper acumen, with your father and his associates, I will want to find a place for Nokayim to join as an assistant at first, so hopefully with hard work and a good sense on his shoulders, he will soon reach that dream." "You're very supportive of...letting your son go to another continent just to be a shopkeep." "That is what fathers do, is that not true Koopin? Surely your father allowed you to pursue your own dreams rather than force you elsewhere." "No, he...he always wanted me to make my own way out, into the world instead of being at his shop. Maybe he'll really like to have your son around for help, I could talk to him about it for you." "You would?! That is wonderful, please tell my son directly." Koopin turned towards the younger Nokata who smiled eagerly from what little he had caught. "I will talk to my father about you. If he wants an assistant, I will recommend you and see if he can get you a job." "OH! Thank you Koopin! I hope he says yes!" "Haha, I hope so too, he's really nice you'll love him." "I cannot wait to see him! But, I will learn your language, better first." "I think as long as you know 'hello', 'please' and 'thank you', you'll be fine Nokayim." "Okay! Cool!" He gave a thumbs up with excitement as Koopin could not help but feel cheerisome by giving a thumbs up in return, before the spirited young teenager hugged him tightly reminding Koopin so much of himself in his first days at the TGA. It felt so long ago, even though he was just barely reaching 30 that he suddenly felt a strange sense of honour and duty to make certain that Nokayim kept the same passion and enthusiasm for his future career, whatever that might be. Sometimes they passed by villages and small towns where they would park their carriage and sleep at the local inn, tasting more of the local cuisine as Noki began to tell them bits and pieces of the Chai Kingdom's history, along with his own stories of travel by his son who did his best to absorb the Mushroom Kingdom's language with darting eyes and wide grin of eagerness. It was their third night in the bamboo forest as they stopped in a small inn, with Kooper sousing himself in a few more cups of Chai sake encouraging Karlos to do the same, whilst Kolorado decided to head to bed early with Shybert instead, feeling too tired to espouse his great tales once again as Koopin decided to hang outside with Nokayim. "What is Mushroom Kingdom like?" "Well...it's got a lot of different places, all in one kingdom instead of four like you have. We've got grassy hills, a big central town, mountains, some sea cliffs, a huge dark forest and a big BIG desert that's where I came from." "Desert? Like me?" "Yeah, like you." "HAH, desert brothers, cool!" "Haha yeah." Nokayim put up his hand expecting a good up high to which Koopin responded with a high-four slap. "You have other kingdoms?" "Just the Koopa Kingdom. It's dark and filled with flames, a huge sea of lava underneath, like an ocean of fire with this BIG terrifying castle where the king lives." "Scary! Is king scary?" "Yes. But he's nice to his people, he just keeps trying to conquer the Mushroom Kingdom. He's just pretty selfish really." "We do not...ehhh, conquer anymore. That very long ago." "Well I guess you guys learnt your lesson faster than him. So, what does your mom think about all this?" "Mom? Mother?" "Yeah, your mother, what does she think about you wanting to go be a shopkeeper someplace?" "I don't have mother." "Wh...what?" "My father. Just me, and my father." "Oh. I'm...I'm so sorry." "No no, is cool! My father and I, we, love each other very much! He...um...zhema shi shaa zilimat? It...when he not...what you call when, your father did not...birth you?" "A-...a-adopted?" questioned Koopin. "Yes, adopted! My father adopted me." "O-oh...oh gosh, I...didn't realise." "My father never...married, but he wanted a son. So he found one in me, when I was little. He said, I was first one to grab his scarf, so he knew that I wanted." "Wanted what?" "Him. My father. Him as my father." Koopin could only smile back as soon it was time for bed. It was not long before they reached the Easton Kingdom, a surprisingly vast world in its deep rolling hills that lead towards scrubland and jagged bushes. A somewhat mountainous region with little greenery, the region was filled with towering rocks like pillars carved from ancient times, some of which even moved with huge sloping noses and deep heavy foreheads upon their gargantuan heads, despite having no legs. Their arms were stubby but thick with brawn as they lumbered back and forth, along with other living rocks that only had a pair of eyes to indicate any sense of life within them. A few of the large-nosed rock men did have legs however, but they formed a special elite and were rarely ever seen. The towns and cities were simply sturdy huts or even towers of both solid stone and intricately carved granite, showing faces in the walls and pillars that scattered the great expanse. They also noted the fighting style Eastonku, a brutish wrestling style in some open-fielded gyms they passed in the form of a full crowd of burly legless brutes grappling each other with rock-crushing fingers. Males and females would lunge at each other, swinging wide punches whilst dressed in surprisingly colourful plumage of red, white and black from flint and sandstone. The most prestigious building however, was a magnificent ziggurat that stood in the very centre of the land, with a palace on top of it that looked strangely reminiscent of the Vermillion Foundry from the Chai Kingdom's capital. "The Easton Kingdom," explained Noki Nokata, "was founded by the tokotoko clan, who lived peacefully alongside the ganchan. They were severely proud of their craftsmanship, sculpting the land with powerful arms to carve out their houses, despite having nothing else but stone to do so." "Amazing carvings," said Kooper, "is there any significance?" "Every house has belonged to the same family since that house was first created. Every significant event within that family is sculpted out here, and you can tell from the carvings who was born, who has died, who has left for greatness and marriage, and who was exiled." "In full view of everyone?" asked Karlos. "That seems...odd, why show your family history on the side of your house?" "The inhabitants of the Easton Kingdom are a very stoic race, they do not speak their emotions since it is very unbecoming in their culture. The ganchan and tokotoko have always practiced a very cool-headed approach to life, which is ironic considering their mastery of the forge and fire, as you can see from their palace up above." "I thought that looked familiar! Is that not the same foundry from the capital?" "Yes, an exact copy. That was intentional, for the four palaces represent each of the kingdoms and their importance in unifying Sarasaland as but one great nation, out of four sovereign kingdoms." "Does Easton have a king?" asked Koopin gently. "No, the only royal family is that of the Chai Kingdom of her highness Daisy. But that is their parliament of such, where the Easton inhabitants can debate on various matters concerning their people." "Or just beat the scrap out of each other in these open gyms." "Ahhh yes," said Noki, "Eastonku. It's more of a brawling street fight than a martial art but one they revere, for it is the only way they can vent their emotions truly. In times past, when a grievance was made, they would bring those who had a score to settle into a ring, and then attack each other. No one was declared the winner, but it was simply a means to release their fury and distress, for even they understood that bottling up emotions inside of them was not a good way to live." "So what stops them from killing each other? There was a whole crowd going insane back there." "There are guards and officials to cover the event, should anyone continue after they call an end to it, they shall be sentenced to prison briefly. It works surprisingly well in helping them live their lives daily without stress lasting too long inside their hearts of stone." "Hmm." The professor simply nodded with a quiet understanding. They were invited to the palace itself which, despite its less prestigious atmosphere compared to Princess Daisy's abode, was greatly awe-inspiring in its own way covering the history of the kingdom across every single patch of its rocky interior. To the koopas it more resembled some ancient temple rather than the seat of government, which was more than could be said for their inns and hotels. Nobody used sheets or blankets in the Easton Kingdom, so instead people slept on specially-heated rocks like lizards basking in the hot sun, which was not especially comfy but they would never freeze at least. During the night however just before they went to sleep, Koopin was approached by Karlos. "Um, Koopin?" "Yes?" "Do you have a minute?" "...okay, sure." "I just...didn't want to ask my colleagues and as someone who was with us and yet technically not, part of us it makes you more understanding about everything." "About what?" "...have you noticed the professor acting odd lately?" "Not...really no." "When we were stopping at the inn, back in the Chai Kingdom, he went to bed early instead of telling us his big tales. And now he comes to see the great central government of the Easton Kingdom and doesn't even blink. Don't you find that odd?" "That...kind of is, actually." "I just wonder if...he was all fine and jubilant when we first came, but I feel it's because of our...send-off, for Koopmar that maybe changed his tone a bit." "You think that he misses him?" "I mean, of course he does. And yet..." The swirl-shelled assistant sat down beside Koopin as he rubbed his brow. "I've known Koopmar as long as I've known Kolorado. He was always a better assistant than I was, and I always...I don't know why but I kept trying to measure up to him for some reason, even though our duties were always different." "Why?" "I've always...admired their relationship, even though they were employer and assistant, they always seemed like such getalong friends it never felt like work with them. They made me feel much more welcome when I was just a grad student trying to find his place in life. I didn't know what I wanted to be, I don't even like travelling. It was Koopmar who convinced me to stay." "So...what was he like?" "He was very friendly. Always willing to help, not cheerful but always had a smile on him, if that makes any sense. It really wasn't until the last year of his life that he started to turn...distant. Not as eager, usually distracted by something. It all started after we explored the ruins on Mt. Shiver. Something happened to him. I remember he found this black pearl that he kept on him like a special charm, strange little scarred amethyst piece. It wasn't significant at all and archaeologically worthless but he kept it nonetheless." "I...remember him telling me about it. During the events." "Yes. Do you hate him?" "What?" asked Koopin. "Do you hate him?" repeated Karlos. "I understand if you do, what he put you through unbeknownst to any of us was terrible, it's just I noticed that you...didn't join us when we were lighting the candle." "I-i just...felt, that I didn't have the right, he was part of you guys, not me." "Still, you knew him. I don't mind if you do, I just...wanted to know, I'm not meaning to be confrontational, I just have to ask." "I...I-i-i don't know." "Really?" Koopin sighed deeply as he clasped his fingers tightly. "I...I'm just going through some things, personal stuff. I'm sorry if I look disrespectful, I didn't mean-" "Oh no, that's not it! Not at all, I wasn't thinking that, I just wanted to-" "I don't know. That's it, I don't know how I feel about Koopmar, it was long ago and I would just rather I forget the things that happened, for your sake." "You can tell me Koopin. We don't have to tell the professor anything, I want to hear." Seeing the look of worn sincerity and regretful apology on the face of the assistant only encouraged Koopin to be honest as he tried to compose his feelings. Difficult as they were. "......I feel that, whenever I think of him I both pity him and also hate him. At first I start to hate him for what he did, and for manipulating people even Kolorado behind his back. But at the same time I...I met his sister. And once I understood his family and what sort of issues he had...I can't bring myself to hate him fully...so that goes away." "He never got over his mother's death...I only learnt that in the last months with him when he let it slip whilst we were deepening our investigation into the Weston Kingdom, covering Totomesu's family lineage. I asked him about it but he refused, simply told me to shut up and never ask me that again. I do not blame him." "Yeah...me neither, it's..." "Complicated?" "...sort of, yeah." "Alright. Sorry, I...didn't mean to upset you." "No it's...fine." "Goodnight Koopin." Heading off back to his stone bed, Karlos began to mull his thoughts as Koopin slept the best he could. They would soon appreciate the change of scenery in the form of the Muda Kingdom, which to them felt like discovering the secret cave behind the waterfall. Rich flowing seas of purest crystal blue surrounded a long beach peninsula, of which the very streets of the main city stood floating upon by jewelled columns beneath the surface. Glittering with such fragile beauty it seemed mystifying to Koopin, the sky reflecting the water almost perfectly to mirror the entirety of the kingdom as he briefly felt a strange existential fear over which side was up. An exact copy of the streets laid beneath the water-drenched walkway that he stood on, accompanying both aquatic and terrestrial inhabitants. There was only one type of creature that stood on land, being short robots shaped like silver bullets that waddled back and forth, whilst the rest of the kingdom's denizens swam beneath the waters. Floating amorphous spheres, skeletal fish chattering to and fro, the occasional octopus along with carnivorous blue fish and lastly the seahorses that made up the majority of the population, at least from Koopin's perspective. The roads sometimes dipped into sloping ramps that led into hallways coated with stained glass resembling spatters of white ink, watching the roaming seahorses flutter back and forth with shapely jagged fins and short slender tails. Some buildings were accessible in order to accommodate those who could not live underwater, the rest clearly the homes of the inhabitants. It was only when they saw an octopus couple breaking free through the glass without it shattering that they realised it wasn't actually glass, but some sort of osmotic permeable barrier that kept water out but allowed creatures to move freely between dry halls and open waters. They also saw open squares with magnificent statues of proud warriors and gentle musicians, parks of multicoloured coral reefs and in the very heart of it all, a magnificent cerulean tower also like that of the one in the Chai Kingdom. "This kingdom," began Noki, "perhaps the most artistic of Sarasaland's people, have long since become fascinated with the arts and sciences. Balancing both beauty and efficiency, the Muda Kingdom started early in its scientific endeavours with these barriers you see before you. Observe." The nokobon pushed his hand through the clear white barrier as it simply melded to his wrist, showing his hand in the depths of the sea shimmering before pulling it back to reveal it soaking wet. Kooper and Koopin could not help but do the same gasping with marvel at such technology, almost magical even. "How does it...DO that?!" asked Kooper. "Through a very fine coral," said their guide, "a semi-permeable naturally-occurring plant that looks like stained glass, but are actually a living organism that separates and rebinds itself to allow creatures through whilst keeping out the water." "This...is naturally-occurring?" "No, this coral was in fact modified through genetics since the original allowed water to pass through but not small organisms even through its little gaps. Reverse osmosis as they call it." "Is that the palace?" asked Shybert. "Yes, an exact copy of the Azure Channel, with the same water-purifying technology that the Muda Kingdom exhibits." "But, wait," added Koopin, "what about that relic we found, the Fire of Muda? Why is it the Fire of Muda when this is an aquatic kingdom?" "It was a gift," said Kolorado firmly, "the ancient ruler of this kingdom Zusaramasu, had a sculpted fire pendant able to imbue the wielder of it with pyrotechnic power." "So these people were magicians as well as scientists?" "Just as Koopmar once told me. Any sufficiently-advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." "...yeah. I guess he's right about that." "Indeed." A gentle sullenness came between them as Kolorado wandered off to see the local martial arts gym with his entourage following him. It almost looked like a gymnastics display team, watching the seahorses whose species were known as Yurarin as they slapped and hammered their fins straight into the other opponent's face with spinning strikes and whirling dive bomb attacks. Graceful yet deadly like blades falling through the ocean, the yurarin swerved and struck against hardened scales with the odd twist of each other's fins in a surprisingly sudden disarm move before using their tail to kick out like a thrusting leg deep into the stomach. Koopin watched with a deeper fascination than usual as the beauty of the Muda Kingdom helped take his mind off of things. But then he noticed Kolorado sitting by himself looking somewhat lost in thought. "These gals are awesome," said Kooper behind him. "They sure are...wow those fins are vicious." "Tell me about it, wouldn't wanna be on the wrong end of those." The blue-shelled koopa sat himself next to Koopin on the bench, watching the fight continue. "You doing okay?" "Ummm yeah. Much better thanks." "You sure about that? Just you seemed kinda listless back over in the Easton Kingdom." "Iiii just didn't really get into the fighting style over there." "You know what I mean come on, don't be coy. You wanna talk?" "...I'm...sorry, I just-I'm having a great time honestly-" "Listen." Kooper turned towards him fully. "I'm not some tourist you have to babysit, you can talk to me. I know about your chomp, Shybert told me though he promised me not to tell you." "Aaaaaand you're just...telling me." "Because we're friends now. You were with us back on the Weston expedition and now you're here again, you're not just some TGA guy. Look, can I tell you a story? Just something I wanna say." Gently sighing Koopin nodded and saw that Kooper's enthusiastic smile was earnest with genuine eyes of concern. "Alright." "So," he began, "you know the story of how me, Mario and Goombario went and found the Dry Dry Ruins, right?" "R-right, I know the whole Star Rod adventure well." "Well, we get into this old huge ruin and there are a lot of creeps in there like swoops and pokeys, but there's this one guy called Tutankoopa. He had a buncha chain chomps with him, and they were tough, REAL tough! Mario and me could barely knock 'em, and we're talking about Mario here, if he can't even take down a chain chomp without breaking a sweat, that means something. But then we figured out how to cut Tutankoopa down to size and he falls right into the mess of chomps he summoned, who all start attacking HIM! Turns out, he didn't take very good care of them, they were vicious and mean and the moment he was vulnerable they all just LUNGED at him and chased him out of his own place...well, maybe not his OWN place but-the point is...your chain chomp is gonna be fine." "Wait, what?" "Listen, not even Mario can take down a chain chomp without getting bit in the process, they take a HUGE amount of punishment, trust me I know, so if you're worried about yours being out there in the wilderness, nothing's gonna take him down! If Mario has problems fighting them, your little guy's gonna be alright. And I just know that he'll come running back to you one day, cuz you know why?" "Why?" "That Tutankoopa I told you about? His chomps chased him throughout the ENTIRE adventure, even way after Mario got the Star Rod back, I saw him! They are determined little guys, they did not stop chasing after him long LONG after it was done, because he mistreated them! Shybert told me how much you get on with your chomp, so I can tell you from personal experience that your Charlie is not only safe out there someplace, but there is NOTHING in this world that can stop him from coming back to you." "...in this world, no not really." "Right! Wait what?" "N-never mind I...thanks. Thank you Kooper." The older koopa smiled and hugged Koopin with a brotherly arm round his shoulders. "No problem. ...don't worry about Kolorado by the way?" "Huh?" "He gets like that sometimes, he always bounces back within like a week." "It must be something, being able to work for your idol." "Oh yeah, totally! He's the best, guy's like a father to me by this point." "How's your family doing?" "Oh they're fine! I write to them, call them every once a while, they're all super proud of me for being Kolorado's assistant and after all that Weston stuff. What about you, what's your family like?" "My mom plays piano sometimes for a musical group, but mostly she stays at home. Dad runs a grocery in my hometown, it's doing pretty well." "That's good. OOOOH jeez did you see that slash!?" "WOAH is that legal?!" "I guess we know who just won the fight! Don't suppose you wanna go next?" "You kidding me NO! I love swimming and fighting but not at the same time!" "Hahahaha, hey it's good exercise, double it up, save half the time!" "I-iiiiii don't think it works that way." The two started laughing, enjoying the rest of their time in the Muda Kingdom before reaching the fourth and final place, the most ancient of kingdoms where all life began in Sarasaland. The Birabuto Kingdom was a marvellous desert which made Koopin become rather homesick briefly, before remembering why he came as he started to scan across the horizon and see the great pyramids. Great and glorious architecture of limestone concrete, some bigger than others but the smallest pyramid was only a mere 90 feet. The biggest of them was the only pyramid that was not inhabited by the descendants of this land, a brobdignagian feat that almost blotted the sun out from their perspective. It was strange for the Mushroom Kingdom group to see pyramids still active as apartments for the locals but not nearly as strange as the one that stood directly upon the well-travelled road that all people took. Amidst nokobons, goombos and other travellers from the previous three kingdoms, they stood within a gigantic indoor marketplace that was practically its own department store. From the windows they could see the last mighty tower that mirrored the Chai Kingdom's hospital, a shining white pillar that glistened in the sun almost blinding. This time it was Nokayim who did his best to educate the newcomers. "The Birabuto Kingdom was the FIRST, of all kingdoms in Sarasaland. It is the most ancient, and records have shown, the first people of this land lived here before moving to the...other kingdoms!" "What's that enormous pyramid over there?" asked Shybert. "That...is the home of King Totomesu I, our first ruler of ancient times. It stands at four-hundred...and fifty feet, and is the only pyramid we do not live in." "Oh, why's that?" "It is very sacred! Instead we now use it as our...uh...parl...parleymint? YES, parleyment, for improving our kingdom!" Nokata struggled not to smirk as he watched his son do his utmost best with Koopin asking forth: "What's the Birabuto Kingdom famous for? The Easton had industry, the Muda had science and art, what does this place have?" "Money! Bizness! Commerce, all of which, is managed by us! This is the largest marketplace in all of Sarasaland, everything you can buy here and if not, you soon will be buying it here from electronics to sports to food! We call it the Grand Trading Hall, and high above us, entire floors are...dedicated to managing the...echo-nom-me, of the four kingdoms." "So this place is the financial centre of the whole continent?" "Yes! Cool, right?" "Yeah. Very cool!" Nokayim turned to his dad who gave him a hug and a smile, murmuring Sarasalese words of approval and good merit into his ear before he planted a kiss on his cheek. The son blushed sweetly, feeling proud as the two Nokatas guided them deep into the marketplace, showing a bewildering array of stuff to find from food to crockery, machine parts to sports equipment, even collectible cards and the odd piece of electronic hardware including radios, TVs and game consoles. Karlos bought himself some parts for a somewhat-obscure device he had been interested in, Kooper found some neat collectible cards he said would make a great gift for Goombario, Shybert bought Koopin a CD of classic early electronic music, and lastly Koopin bought Shybert a rather fancy-looking daily planner with Sarasalese inscriptions covering the borders of each page. The professor did not buy anything for himself, instead wandering his way through off towards the veranda that stood on the upper floors of the pyramid. Koopin followed him out of curiosity along with some worry about his feelings as he saw the older sand-shelled koopa standing before a glistening burnt orange horizon. He had not realised how long they had spent in the grand bazaar as Kolorado's image stood imprinted against the deep crimson of the twilight desert. "You know," said Kennidon, "Kooper looks up to you deeply." "I know," replied the professor, "that boy has spirit." "Just that I noticed...how you looked at Noki's son...Kooper and Karlos are already like sons to you." "Of course they are. Are you assuming that I was jealous of Noki for having such a fine upstanding boy?" "I...u-u-um-" "I'm not envious he has a son. I'm envious that Nokayim has his father, you cracked that one the wrong way round dear boy." A wry smirk escaped him as he shook his head, turning towards Koopin who blushed with embarrassment, before the old koopa slapped his hand upon his shoulder. "WELL, now let's see what good bargains we can get before they close the store eh, see if you can't find something good for your mum and pop eh?" "Y-y-yeah! Gosh they'd never forgive me if I came back without a souvenir!" "INDEED let's make haste! I saw the most delightful haberdashery down below that might give me some interesting outfits for a uh...better formal occasion in future." "Hahaha, normally we call that a date in my generation." "Don't you sass me lad, I have forty years experience in this cane ahead of your noggin!" The two roamed back into the department store heading down towards the men's clothing store that the researcher noted. At first it seemed to be rather for older distinguished gentlemen, which of course Kolorado relished in trying out new hats, suits and sporting jackets. Koopin in turn started trying some at the behest of his temporary employer who dressed him up in various garments ranging from sweeping capes and fine turbans to elaborate sash robes of flowering velvet. He felt rather silly but enjoyed it nonetheless, spending a good forty minutes inside the store alone as Kolorado handed him fabric after fabric. "What say we try THIS my boy?!" "Wha-no, it looks weird on me!" "Come on now let's see!" "It feels like...my head is two times too big." "HAH! Quite the noggin that would have to be to fit that turban I daresay!" "I'm just not really a hat person! Maybe something more like a scarf o-or some sort of-" "Neckerchief? Let's see now um...ah, here, this is where all the kerchiefs are let's see which one gets your fancy." "You really wanna let me choose something?" "Of course come now Koopin just make your choice I'll buy something, whatever you like in this place! I've earned myself a tidy little piece here so why not get something for you eh wot wot?" "Oh...kayyyy alright let me seeee..." Amongst the rows of headscarves and kerchiefs were various tribal patterns in a most bewildering array of wild colours ranging from red to robin egg blue, seeing stars and stripes and everything else in-between. But it wasn't until Koopin spotted one particular item amongst the casings that something just clicked inside his head. A dark brown neckerchief with a pale blooper printed onto it, as he almost wondered if Kolorado really did mean what he said to him those many weeks ago. But regardless, he now knew what he had to do. What he had to become in order to save his sanity. "I want...THIS one." "Are you-really? Seems rather dull though I do appreciate the pallid print, is that what you want?" "Yes. I know what to do...thanks to you." "Whatever do you mean my dear boy?" "I'm thinking of...let's just call it...putting on a new hat." They both shared a grin as he completely understood. --- "And that," said Shybert ending, "was how our journey to Sarasaland ended, when our friend Koopin found himself a new identity, fully realised in an old department haberdashery hwoh." "Huh really?" replied Roy. "That's...uh...kinda sumthin', you know you could have just shown me lahk photos of your trip." "OH, I have some actually, I just don't have them on me right now at the moment but this IS very important since it marks the beginning of the birth of Koopa-Bloopa." "But ah thought he already had that name." "He had the name yes, but not the identity, hwoh. You'll see what I mean once we-wait...what time is it?!" "Uhhhh...about 1:38pm." "WHA-HWOHHHH!" With flustering step Shybert leapt off his chair and stumbled out onto the street. "Lunch break's almost over, if I'm not back in twelve minutes they might scold me, maybe worse!" "Ahm sure they're not gonna chew you out much-" "NO, nonono, must get back before they realise thankyouRoygoodbye!" Waddling off with desperate feet, the lone shy guy barged his way through the crowds of lunchtime citizens or at least tried to. He wasn't rude and simply struggled in long wait amidst the queues until a horde of goombas came from down the street, barrelling into Shybert and carrying him off amongst them in a non-consensual crowdsurfing. Roy decided that he would be fine by himself and simply drank up his coffee. He could not help but wonder however what Koopin's story was, having long known that the seemingly mild-mannered koopa had a mysterious past following James' absence. He decided to ask him finally the next time they met on what the truth of Koopa-Bloopa was, along with the still-unanswered question on Charlie's odd forsaken disappearance.
The A-Team (Furry Version) by devilmaycry	A short story made for my good friend Zerwolf and his mate Rhazagal. I just finished watching the A-Team from the early 80's and asked if I could make them a story featuring the two of them. I'm happy they said yes and I tried my hardest to bring out the best in them. Hopefully I did them justice so	[ "Action", "Anal", "Ass", "Bareback", "Blowjob", "Canine", "Cock", "Cum", "Cumshot", "Deep Penetration", "Deep Throat", "Deep Thrust", "Doggystyle", "Fondling", "Gay", "Gnoll", "Kissing", "Knot", "M/M", "Masturbation", "Missionary", "Orgasm", "Sheath", "Spooge", "Violence (Not In Yiff)", "Yiff", "Young Romance" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146067-the-a-team-furry-version	Loud, rambunctious chatter echoed out the doors of the Wolf's Den. People and morphs alike were drinking and having a good time. The canine behind the bar was serving up a storm as his tail wagged to the music that could barely be heard over the loud chatter. "Hey Sarga, let me get a refill," a hippo shouted. "Yeah yeah, give me a sec," Sarga said, sliding two mugs full of beer in front of a jackal and a dingo. He walked over and reached for the mug when his wrist was grabbed by the hippo. "So Sarga, when are we going to hook up?" "Not in your lifetime," Sarga growled. "Now let go." "Oh come on. Stop being such a downer. I know you need somebody to hold and keep you warm at night." "That's what a teddy bear is for. Not slobs like you." Sarga ripped his wrist away, grabbing the empty mug and filling it up before slamming it back down. "Make this your last one and get out Earl." "Keep playing hard to get Sarga. You know you want me balls deep in that tight rear of yours." Sarga let out a growl before leaving Earl alone to tend to his other patrons. Pretty soon it was closing time as the last of the people headed out the door saying good night. He locked up with a sigh before going around and grabbing all the empty mugs and placing them in the sink. Then he went around lifting all the chairs onto the table before sweeping the hard wood floor. It wasn't that big of a bar. It had a couple of booths on the far left side next to the tinted windows. Three rows of tables surrounded the middle, two fans spinning lightly overhead. On the right side were small tables designed for two people to chat. Once the sweeping was done, he went to washing all the mugs along with the bar top. He liked keeping everything clean cause it set a good example for him. His bar was the cleanest in the city of Baynard and he was proud of it. When he got the bar, it took a lot to get it to the way he wanted it. But his hard work paid off and now had the best bar in the whole city. Washing the last of the mugs, he emptied the draw and locked it in the safe. "Alright, time to head home." Grabbing his jacket, he went out the back door into the streets. The lamp posts were on as he shoved his paws into his pockets and made his way to his apartment. Walking on the sidewalk, he saw soldiers walking the streets as a soft growl escaped him. This would never happen if the Prime Minister was still in power. But somehow, a coup was started and he disappeared without a trace. The person in charge was a real dictator. And the once peaceful city, turned into a hell hole. He raised taxes and always had his soldiers on the streets to enforce his laws. The soldiers that were loyal to the Prime Minister were put in jail or tortured to switch sides. "I really wish the minister could get his position back. Things would be so much better," Sarga sighed as he walked up to a large apartment complex. Fishing out his keys, he unlocked the front door and headed up to the second floor of the eighteen story building. Walking to apartment six H, he turned on the light and plopped down on the couch, happy to be off his paws. The phone in his pocket vibrated as he dug it out. "Hello?" "Hey Sarga! Feel like hanging with us tonight? Gonna play some Rummy and poker." "I'll pass tonight Sean. Gonna just relax." "Not a problem. We'll catch you some other time." He hung up and tossed his phone on the couch before sighing. "Better grab a shower." He hoisted himself up and into one of the two bedrooms he had and towards the dresser. Under garments in hand, he headed to the bathroom. Clicking on the light, he got undressed and looked at the mirror. He was a decent looking canine. Black fur covered his body except for the grey that covered his paws, tip of the tail, and patch of fur on his chest that looked like a diamond. He also had grey markings under each eye along with a diamond shape on his forehead covered by his brown hair. Standing at five five, he was a very friendly canine, always smiling and laughing along with his customers. Turning on the shower, he hopped in, washing off another day. "Man, I needed that. Now for something to drink." Walking into the kitchen, he put some water to boil. Grabbing a cup, he opened a package of hot cocoa just as the water came to a boil. Fixing his cup, he walked back to the living room, switching the TV on as the news was playing. "Prime Minister Rakim locked up more protesters today trying to set an example to the people. His statement was 'He is Prime Minister and will not tolerate unrest in his city." Sarga let out a growl as he switched the channel. "God, what a pompous asshole. I hope he gets what's coming to him." After finishing his drink, he headed to bed, letting out a murr as he slid under the covers and was soon fast asleep. /////// "All rise for the president!" a man said. A jaguar walked in wearing a nice blue suit before taking a seat along with everyone else. "What's the situation?" he asked. "We have conformation that the Prime Minister is still alive and in hiding," a dalmatian spoke up. "Where is he hiding out?" "We don't know. But we do know he's alive and wants nothing more then to get his position back from that madman." The jaguar nodded before leaning on his hands "So how do we go about doing this? I don't want to start an international incident by sending in an army." "We can't send in any troops, but we can send a single unit. Maybe five or six total," a bear spoke up. "Do you have people in mind?" "Yes sir. I just need the word and I'll pick them up." The president was quiet before his eyes looked at the screen. "Make it happen General." "Yes sir," the bear said. He stood up and saluted before walking out the room and outside where the jeep was waiting for him. "Where to General?" the deer asked. "Fort Sun." "Yes sir." The deer pulled out onto the street and towards the destination. Making it to the base, he showed his ID as the soldiers saluted, raising the gate. The jeep made it to the barracks where the soldiers were messing around and chatting. When they saw the General, they got in line quickly and saluted. "At ease." They all relaxed, hands behind their back. "I need the Titan squad front and center!" Five troops, a cheetah, wolf, dingo, skunk, and a shepard walked up and saluted. The General looked at them, raising an eyebrow. "Where's Colonel Slade?" "He was discharged sir," the wolf spoke up. "I see. Well, grab your gear and meet me in the office." "Yes sir," they all saluted. He walked over to the office as the soldiers inside saluted. "At ease." A beagle walked over and shook his hand with a smile. "General Pierce, what brings you to our humble domain?" "I need the Titan squad for a covert mission." "May I ask what kind?" "Need to know bases soldier. May I use your computer?" "Certainly." Pierce took a seat by the computer and logged in. He clicked on his folder to see the info on the squad in question. First there was the dingo, second lieutenant Bill Dawson. Served for almost two years and was a great engineer. Then there was private first class Allen Jacobs. Pierce was surprised that the shepard made it, but his skills in different languages was a big help it appears. Next came the two captain's, Ben Hoskins and Walter Maxwell. Both the skunk and wolf were weapons and demolition experts. They could make bombs out of anything if given the time, tools, and resources available. Lastly came major Allison Becker. The cheetah was a sniper and damn good at it. Her hand to hand combat skills were nothing to laugh at either. To lead them all was Colonel Rhazagal Slade or Rhaz for short. He was a gnoll, very tall and built like a tank. Standing at seven even, you would think he was mean, but quite the opposite. Behind all that mass of muscle was a gentle soul. Thus earning him the nickname of 'Gentle Giant'. The only thing that stood out was his pitch yellow eyes. It scared most people at first, but his good nature and sense of humor made them forget it. He led them on forty successful covert missions and earning a few medals. The door to the office opened as the unit walked in and saluted. "What's the mission General?" Ben asked. "All in due time captain. First, we need to pick up your CO," Pierce said getting up. "This mission requires all of you." They all huddled into the jeep and took off towards the airport where the plane was awaiting to take them to the location where Slade was. Rhaz let out a grunt as he brought the ax down, chopping more firewood for the fireplace. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he listened to the birds sing overhead in the trees. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the clean forest air. "Feels good to relax. So glad I got discharged." He grabbed the firewood before heading back to the log cabin where he currently resided in. It was a great cabin that was left to him by a friend killed in action. It had two bedrooms, bathroom, and a nice living room with an imitation bear skin rug and a large fireplace. A desk was in the corner with a small lamp on it along with books held up by paperweights. Setting the wood into the holder, he took a seat on the couch with a sigh, running a paw through the mane on the back of his head. Up above the fireplace on the mantle, he saw a picture of his squad and gave a small smile, remembering everything they went through together. "Those were good times. I wonder how they are all doing? Especially Allen. The little guy was a handful when I first got him." His ears perked up at the sound of something approaching. That set off a few red flags cause nobody knew about this place. Grabbing his rifle, he went to the window and peeked out. Off in the distance, he saw a chopper making its way to him. It landed in the field a little ways as people hopped out and headed to him. Taking aim, he fired a shot hitting the dirt by Pierce's feet. "Come any closer, and I won't miss the next time" "Colonel Rhazagal Slade, this is General Howard Pierce. May we talk?" Rhaz cursed before putting his weapon away. He watched as Pierce made his way up and couldn't help but smile at who was following him. He opened the door and saluted out of habit. "General Pierce, what a surprise. I didn't think anybody knew where this place was." "You forget Paul was my friend too and brought me out here a couple of times. May we come in?" "Of course! By all means!" Everybody huddled into the cabin as Rhaz couldn't help but smile at seeing his old squad, giving them each a welcomed hug before taking a seat himself. "Man, its good to see you guys after so long," Rhaz said happily. "You keeping Allen out of trouble?" "Hey," Allen said with a whine. "I'm not that bad." "Sure you're not runt," Allison said, ruffling his head making him whimper. "So, what brings you here General?" Pierce smiled before crossing his legs. "I have a mission that requires you and your squad." Rhaz's face went grim as he crossed his arms. "I'm done General. I got honorable discharged to relax." "I understand that Colonel. But this is a situation that requires a great team. And I couldn't think of any better team then your squad." "They can handle themselves just fine. They don't need me anymore." "Son, I wouldn't be coming here if it wasn't the utmost importance," Pierce said sternly. That made Rhaz's ears perk as he looked at his old squad. "What are the details of this mission?" "You'll only be told after you accept." That made him growl before sitting back in the chair. "I really don't want to be bothered with anything else General." "Not even if the president asked for you personally?" Pierce said, hoping to bluff him. Rhaz's yellow eyes looked into Pierce's green for a second. With a grunt, he rubbed his eyes before giving in. "Alright, I'm in. But this is the last one General." Pierce gave a huge grin before standing up and walking over to shake his hand. "Your services will always be appreciated. Grab some clothes and I'll fill you in on all the details." /////// Rhaz had his eyes close as the plane flew smoothly in the air, headphones in his ears. His thoughts went back to what Pierce said to him. "So what are we doing?" "Infiltration mission," Pierce said handing him a file as Rhaz looked through it. "Who is this?" "Current dictator of Baynard, Rakim Palmer. He took over by force, making the current Prime Minister hide for his life. We do know he's alive and wants his position back." Rhaz took a look at the gator who had a smug grin on his face. "So why does the president want me? Send in the troops." "The president doesn't want an international incident. Best to send a small unit in to look like a coup." "Do we have any resources?" Pierce nodded and handed him a card. "That's our contact in Baynard. He'll supply you with what he can." "Meaning nothing. Great," Rhaz said tossing the folder back. "Come on Colonel, we've been through worse," Walter added. Rhaz was quiet before his yellow eyes looked at Pierce. "So get in, take out the dictator, and get out?" "In a nutshell." "And if we get caught, we're all by ourselves?" "Smart guy. You still remember everything." Rhaz looked at his squad as they all nodded their heads slightly. "Fine. When do we leave?" "Sir?" Rhaz opened his eyes to see a doe flight attendant looking at him as he took off his headphones. "We'll be arriving shortly. Please put your seat in the upright position." "Sure," Rhaz smiled fixing the seat. The plane landed with a soft bump as the thrusters went full reverse to slow down. It pulled into the gate as Rhaz exited the plane, backpack on his shoulders as he went up the ramp to the security gate where soldiers were placed. "Id please," a bull asked. Rhaz showed his Id as the bull looked it over. "What's your purpose here?" "History major. Going to do a little studying of the city." The bull looked at him skeptically before handing his Id back. "Bag please." Rhaz gave him the bag as the bull looked in, finding a laptop, history book, and a notebook. "Here you go. Best place to learn about the city is public records. Tell them Phillip sent you and you should be let in." "Thanks. If I get a good grade, I'll make sure to add you as a helper." The bull smiled as Rhaz walked past him shaking his head. He walked out the airport with his team behind him. "So where's our contact?" Allen asked looking around. A beep caught their attention as they saw a badger standing by a van. He walked over to them before saluting. "Colonel Rhaz?" "That would be me." "Wow," the badger said looking up at him. "They said you were tall." He chuckled at that before speaking. "Are you our contact?" "Yes sir. Captain Raven Carr at your service. Hop in, we have a bit of a drive." They all huddle into the van as Raven pulled off. "What's the situation?" Rhaz asked in the front. "I'll explain everything at the hide out." Raven pulled off the highway into the city as everybody took in the scenery, taking note of all the soldiers walking around. "What's with the soldiers?" Allison asked. "Rakim likes to keep people in check so they don't riot." "Sounds like a fun guy," Ben spoke up. "You don't know the half," Raven said. Raven turned down a one way street before stopping next to a laundry mat. "Apartment's above the mat." They all hopped out the van and behind the mat to a door leading to the apartments above. They walked to the stairs up to the fourth floor and entered room four. "It may be small, but it has a view of everything important." Allison went to the window and looked out to see a clear view of the large embassy building. "Now, I suppose you want the details of everything?" Raven asked. "That would be good," Rhaz said. "Have a seat by the table." Rhaz took a seat at the table, Allison right next to him as Raven brought out a tourist map. "Really?" Allison chuckled. "Hey, its a hundred percent accurate," Raven smiled. "Now then, as you saw, that's the Embassy all the way down the street. It is heavily guarded twenty four seven with electrified fences and watchtowers. Getting in is not possible." "What about underground?" Rhaz asked. "No good either. Trip laser wires with C4 and land mines. Lost two people trying." Rhaz crossed his arms looking at the map, eyes roving around. "Underground still might be good if we can get infrared glasses." "I can probably get you a pair but its iffy," Raven said. "How soon?" "Maybe a day. Have to travel out to get them." "Okay." Rhaz got up and went to the small living room where everybody was seated. "Alright everybody, I want a simple recon. Ben, you and Bill comb the streets and see how many soldiers are posted and where. Walter, you, Allison, and Allen will go over to the Embassy and take some pictures." "Married couple again?" Walter said. "You two look so good together," Allen chuckled. "If you want to keep all your teeth, I suggest you keep quiet little man," Allison growled a little. Allen chuckled at that before looking at Rhaz. "What will you do?" "Going for a drink and figured out why I agreed to do this." "The best bar is about a couple of block from here," Raven said grabbing the keys. "I should be back tomorrow." "Okay, thanks for the info. You guys have your assignments, so lets get it done." They all nodded their heads and left as Rhaz sighed. Why did he agree to do this? /////// "Hey Sarga, give me another beer here," a bear said at the bar. "Sure thing," Sarga said, grabbing a clean mug and filling it up. "Thanks," the bear said handing him the money and grabbing the mug to sit by the window. It was busy for a Wednesday night as the Wolf's Den was filled with patrons talking and laughing away. He took what free time he had to wash the dirty mugs in the sink, humming a tune in his head as his tail wagged happily. "A little service over here." "One second," Sarga said, drying his paws. He turned around to only let out a growl at who it was. "What do you want Earl?" "A beer. Is that to much to ask?" the hippo asked with a smirk. Sarga let out a huff as he grabbed a clean mug, filling it with the draft selection. He laid it in front of Earl on a coaster. Before he could leave, Earl grabbed his wrist. "I'm tired of waiting Sarga. You keep tempting me with that sweet, canine ass and its driving me crazy." "I told you Earl. I'm not interested in a fat fuck like you." Earl let go of his wrist before grabbing the collar of his shirt. "It seems my puppy needs to learn who his master is." "Let me go Earl. I mean it." "Not until you say you'll be mine." Earl felt his face get slammed onto the bar counter making him grunt in pain. "Its not nice to bully people," Rhaz said in a calm, but serious tone. "May I suggest letting the bartender go." Earl let Sarga go as he fixed his shirt. He looked up at Rhaz, seeing those piercing yellow eyes look at him with a soft smile. "Should I evict this person for you?" Rhaz asked. Sarga couldn't tear his gaze from those yellow eyes that seemed so soft and inviting. Fingers snapped him back to earth as he blushed. "What did you say?" Sarga blushed. "I asked if you want me to evict this customer for you?" "Oh, sure. He's been nothing but trouble anyway." "As you wish." With his grip still on his Earl's neck, he grabbed his arm and lead him to the door. "You can't do this to me," Earl yelled. "You are bothering an employee of this establishment. They have all right to ask you to leave," Rhaz said calmly. The door was opened as Earl was promptly tossed out on his rear as he got up. "I'll remember this insult. Nobody makes a fool of me." Rhaz closed the door as the patrons started to clap making him blush a little. He took a seat where Earl was as Sarga handed him a mug full of his best beer. "Here you go. On the house." "You sure?" "Positive. My own special brew." Rhaz took a drink, eyes wide and tail wagging. "Wow, this is pretty good. Better then the junk at home." Sarga watched him drink, tail wagging behind him. "So, where are you from?" "The states, Colorado to be exact." "What brings you here?" "Class assignment. Need to do a report about the history of this city." Sarga chuckled at that before leaning on the bar. "I guess you must've drew the small straw." "You could say that," Rhaz smiled. "What species are you? Never seen your kind before." "I'm a gnoll, born and bred." Sarga nodded before grabbing his empty mug and refilling it. "Well, this city was great before that asshole took over by force. Now people are scared to walk the streets due to Rakim soldiers. He also raised taxes and set a curfew. Anybody not coming off a job will be put in jail. He really needs to go." Rhaz nodded his head, taking everything in. He took another swig before rubbing his chin. "If you want, I can show you around tomorrow? I usually don't open the bar until three." Rhaz thought about it before smiling. "Sure, I'd like that." "Great!" Sarga yipped. "How about we meet up here around ten?" "Sounds like a plan." Sarga smiled, tail wagging happily. Rhaz finished his drink before getting up and heading to the door. He took a look back as Sarga gave him a wave. Giving a smile, he left the bar and headed back to the hideout. The soldiers on the street looked at him before continuing their patrol. He made it back to the apartment as he walked in. "Great timing Colonel. We got all the recon ready," Ben said. "Good. Lets have a look," Rhaz said walking to the small living room. Scattered on the table were various pictures along with the tourist map with lots of red marks on the streets. "What do we have?" "All those X's are where the patrols are. There is literally no place uncovered by them," Bill said. "Fun," Rhaz said. "What about the Embassy?" Allen gave him the pictures as he thumb through them. "Watchtower on each corner with a sniper. Fences are full of high voltage and guards won't let you near the front gate. We only got that close cause we posed with them," Allison said. "So there is literally no way to get in huh?" Walter said drinking some tea. "We haven't tried the underground yet. Once Raven comes back with those infra red, we should be good to go." "What if he strikes out?" Allen asked. Rhaz crossed his arms before shrugging. "Then we wait for the roach to come out of hiding." /////// Sarga was out in front of the bar, tail wagging in anticipation. He didn't know why he did what he did but there was something about the gnoll that was intriguing. He put his paws in the pocket of his wind breaker jacket and leaned against the door. "What if he doesn't show up?" His eyes scanned the street, hoping to see him but still nothing. He was just about to give up when his ears perked at a voice speaking to him. "Sorry for being late." Sarga turned and saw Rhaz walking up to him. He was wearing a simple pair of slacks and a white collared shirt. "Not a problem," Sarga said with a smile. "Shall we grab a coffee before we start?" "Sure." They headed down the street to a local coffee shop before heading back out. "Sorry that you have to see the city in such a sad shape." "I've seen a lot worse," Rhaz said, remembering all those towns held under pressure by oppression. "I never told you my name. Name's Sarga Riegel." "Rhazagal Slade but just call me Rhaz." They shook paws as Sarga felt those warm pads and gentle but firm grip. "So, tell me about this city?" Rhaz said sipping his drink. "Prime Minister Manuel was loved by everybody. His rules were fair and nobody had any trouble with anything. This city flourished and tourism was high cause he allowed people to tour the Embassy. Then about a month ago, this Rakim came and quickly overthrew him." Sarga let out a huff before sipping his coffee. "He brought an army and took over without mercy. The soldiers faithful to Manuel, defected to Rakim. I heard Manuel barely escaped with his life and went into hiding." Sarga looked up into the blue sky. "Once he gain dictatorship, things went to hell. Tourism plummeted along with morale. His soldiers patrol the streets bullying people and pushing their weight around. Its just been hell." "Sorry to hear that." "I believe Manuel will make a comeback and take control again. He just needs the man power to do it. I would help, but don't want to leave my bar." Rhaz chuckled at that. "Very noble of you. Is it just you running the bar?" "Yep. I saved up and bought it. Had a little help from my parents also. But I love doing it. Half the city usually comes by cause I serve the best," Sarga grinned. "No arguments there. Bars in the state couldn't hold a candle to you." Sarga ears folded in a blush. "Thanks. What's your story Rhaz?" "I am what you see. Nothing special. Just trying to further my education a little more. As they say, knowledge is power." "True statement." They walked around a little more until coming to a bench in front of a statue of Manuel that had graffiti all over it. They joked and chatted away, enjoying the company until a couple of soldiers walked by. "Hey, what are you two doing?" a wolf growled. "Just talking. Is that a crime now?" Sarga growled lightly. "What about?" the wolf asked, gun at the ready. "The history of this city. Its my assignment for school. Phil gave me this location," Rhaz said. The wolf grunted at that before relaxing. "Very well. Just watch yourself. Other soldiers ain't as nice as me." Both wolves walked away as Sarga snarled. "God I hate this shit. I'm sorry about that." "Don't be," Rhaz smiled softly making Sarga blushed as the phone vibrated in his pocket. "Hello? Okay, I understand. Be right there." Rhaz stood up and stretched a little before looking at Sarga. "Sorry to cut our walk short. But I'm needed back at the hotel." "Not a problem. Thanks for hanging with me." "Hope to do it again before I leave," Rhaz said holding his paw out. Sarga smiled before shaking it. "I look forward to it." Rhaz smiled before heading back as Sarga watched him, tail wagging happily. Rhaz made it back as Raven greeted him. "Good news?" Rhaz asked. "Yeah. Managed to get a pair of infra red and some extra surplus." "Cool. Alright Ben, you and Walter will check out the underground." "Got it Colonel," they both said before heading out. ////// Rhaz found himself in the Wolf's Den that night, mug of beer in his paw and waiting on the word from Ben and Walter. He didn't have to worry about them cause when it came to explosives, they were tops in their class. And besides, he was starting to like the company of Sarga as he watched him chuckle at his jokes. "Wow, you've had some interesting moments," Sarga giggled, leaning on the bar. "You don't know the half," Rhaz replied, taking a drink. "Say, you wanna go on another walk?" Rhaz thought about it, ear's twitching from the background noise before nodding. "Sure," he replied. Sarga's tail wagged rapidly behind him as his blue eyes showed extreme happiness. "Same time?" Sarga asked. "I'll be here." "Hey Sarga, another round over here," a man said from the back. "Sure thing," Sarga replied back. "Let me do a quick check on everyone and then we can continue." Rhaz nodded, taking another sip of his foamy beverage as he watched Sarga make the rounds. He watched his tail wag happily as he joked and chatted with his patrons. He almost reminded him of.....he shook his head quickly of that thought. The mug reached his muzzle as he swallowed another gulp before burping. He shouldn't be dwelling on the past like that, but there's something about Sarga that brought those feelings back. Feelings that he buried deep in his heart. "Amos," Rhaz said softly. Suddenly, the ground shook hard shaking the mugs on the shelf and window frames. "What was that?" somebody asked as everyone looked around. "Earthquake rarely happens here," another spoke up. Another tremor hit, this time stronger causing some of the mugs to fall on the floor and shatter. Rhaz knew what was going on as he grimaced. Sarga hurried to the door as he saw soldiers running down the street towards the smoke columns coming from the manhole covers. "Wonder what's going on?" Sarga questioned. Rhaz's phone started to vibrate as he grabbed it out of his pocket. "Speak to me. What's happening?" he said quietly as to not rouse suspicion. "We ran into a snag Colonel," Ben shouted over the sound of gunfire. "I can hear that. I'm coming. Just hang on." He hung up and hurried out the bar before Sarga stopped him. "Where are you going Rhaz?" "Going to check on my classmates to see if they are okay." "Are we still on for our walk?" "Don't know," Rhaz said running down the street. He ran fast, heart thudding in his chest. Getting close, he spotted Allison hiding in an alley as she waved him over. "What's the word?" "Soldiers all over the place. Can't really get to them directly. They have the streets on lock down." "Okay. Head back to the hideout. I'm going after them." "Okay. This is the only entrance that wasn't crawling with soldiers." Rhaz nodded his head as Allison peeked around the corner to see if the coast was clear before slipping out. Rhaz went to the manhole cover and lifted it, hopping on the ladder before sliding the cover back over. He heard the distant sound of gunfire and followed it. There was a little bit of light, enough for him to maneuver around. The fire fight got louder as he heard the sounds of growls and orders being barked. Peeking around the corner, he saw three soldiers firing at Ben as he was behind cover. He crept out slowly, walking to the closest soldier and tapping his shoulder. The soldier turned around, only to get punched with a solid right to the temple knocking him out. The other two soldiers turned to fire as Rhaz was on them quickly. He grabbed one of the soldiers, using his gun to take out his partner as his body shook from the impact of the bullets before dropping to the ground. With quick hands, he took the magazine out the gun before landing a sharp elbow to the bernard who hit the wall with a yelp. "You fucker," he snarled, pulling out his knife. Rhaz got in a defensive stance, dodging the swings while countering with straight jabs that staggered the canine. The soldier lunged again as Rhaz grabbed his arm and flipped him onto his back in an arm bar take down. He pulled back hard hearing the bone snap along with a howl of pain. He rolled off him before knocking the dog out with a strike to the temple. "Ben? Walter?" Rhaz panted softly. "Here," Ben said with a sigh of relief. Rhaz hurried over and saw Walter on the ground holding his stomach as a foreign object was stuck in his body. "What happened?" Rhaz asked, kneeling down next to Walter. "They had motion sensors as a back up in case somebody got through the lasers. We triggered one, thus the explosions. We barely heard the timer go down before taking cover. Walter got hit with shrapnel but nothing vital got hit." They heard the sounds of soldiers approaching from different angles. "Crap," Rhaz said, leaning down and lifting Walter up making him groan in pain. "We have to get out of here." "Can't go back the way we came cause they're coming that way and every other way," Ben said seeing the lights. "Hey!" a voice said behind them. They turned to see a jackal looking at them. "Come with me. Hurry!" Ben looked at Rhaz who grunted. "Colonel?" Ben questioned. "No choice," Rhaz said hearing the soldiers get closer. They hurried towards the jackal and followed him to a dead end. He pushed a hidden button on the wall as a door opened and they hurried in. The jackal turned on a switch lighting the tunnel. "Follow me." He lead them through the tunnel and down a flight of stairs to a door. He knocked a couple of times as a deadbolt was unlatched and the door opened. Walking in, they were greeted by lots of guns pointed in their direction. "Dana, you know better then to lead outsiders here," a hawk said. "Every one stand down," an eagle said walking up. "But Prime Minister....." "I will not repeat myself," the eagle said narrowing his eyes. The hawk grunted as everybody lowered their weapons. "Amber, take care of the wounded soldier." A fox walked over with a smile, taking Walter from a reluctant Rhaz and lead him to the back. "Follow me," the eagle said. Rhaz and Ben followed the eagle through a series of rooms. Rhaz took note as he saw lots of soldiers with a hefty supplies of arms. They walked into a room with a large table with a huge model display of the city. "Please, sit." They took a seat as the eagle smiled. "Please don't mind Carlo. He's very protective every since this happened. What brings you to my city?" "To help you," Rhaz said. "Ahh, so my message did go through. Well the more help, the better. My troops are loyal, but we are few." "Can you explain how this all happen?" The eagle nodded before looking at the model city. "Rakim was the commander of my soldiers. He's very smart and very dangerous. He wasn't just satisfied with being commander, he wanted more power. So over time, he started bribing the soldiers, making promises of wealth and prestige. Then before I knew it, he started his march, taking everybody by surprise." The eagle closed his eyes before opening them. "His army cut down anybody that didn't pledge loyalty to him. In the end, almost three quarters of my men were allied to him. The rest were gunned down. I've never seen so much blood shed. I managed to escape with what soldiers were still loyal to me and came here through a secret tunnel. Now I sit here while my city suffers under his rule. Thus the reason I asked for help from your country." "I see," Rhaz said folding his arms. "How many men did you bring to help?" "Five, including me." The eagle frowned at that. "What can six do against an army?" Ben gave a grin at that. "Don't count us out that easily. We've been in worse situations." The eagle looked at Ben before Rhaz. Amber knocked on the wall before speaking. "How's Walter?" Rhaz asked. "The piece of metal wasn't deep so he'll recover in a week or so," Amber said with a smile. "And there was no signs of infection either." Rhaz and Ben both let out a sigh of relief at that. The eagle smiled before standing up. "I'm sure you must be tired, so you are welcomed to rest here." "Thanks for the offer Prime Minister, but I got to get back to my other team members." "Certainly. Dana!" The same jackal that lead them there came walking in. "Yes minister?" "Just tell Dana where you need to go, and he'll guide you." "Thank you minister," Rhaz said getting up. "Please call me Manuel. We'll meet again to put an end to this, agreed?" Manuel said sticking his hand out. Rhaz shook it with a smile. "You can call me Rhaz. This here is Ben and my other guy is Walter." "We will take good care of him for you." "How can we get a hold of you?" "Dana here always goes to the Wolf's Den checking around for me. Meet him there and he'll relay any message to me." Rhaz nodded as they followed Dana through the tunnel before coming up to the laundry mat. Once the coast was clear, they hurried into the building and into the apartment when everyone was waiting. "Where's Walter?" Allison asked. "Injured but safe. I'll explain everything tomorrow. Get some rest. Things are going to get interesting from here on out," Rhaz smiled. ////// Sarga let out a loud yawn as he sat up in his bed, rolling his neck around a few times. Last night was pretty exciting as he watched the soldiers rush this way and that trying to figure out what happened. Even he was curious about the tremors that broke some of his mugs. Sliding his paws off the bed to the floor, he stretched his upper body hearing the joints pop. With a sigh, he got up and went to his dresser, grabbing some under garments before heading to the bathroom. Starting the shower up, he hopped in and murred feeling the water cascade down his body. "Wish I could've spoke to Rhaz more. Hope we can for that walk today." His wet tail wagged happily at that before his sheath began to tingle a little. Just being around Rhaz made him feel warm and fuzzy. He never felt like this with anybody else. Feeling clean, he turned the water off before shaking the excess off. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went back to the bedroom and turned on the TV as the news was playing the events from last night. "Authorities are still trying to find out the cause of the underground explosion that shook the street last night. Residents are asked to comply with local authority on any clues as to.....hold on. We are being told the current Prime Minister has something to say. We will switch over to live feed at the Embassy." The scene switch to a decorated office with the gator behind a desk. He was wearing a royal red jacket buttoned up with lots of medals on the upper left side. The upper right had a red and gold cape that was attached to the shoulder. His yellow green eyes looked at the camera with a cold, deadly stare. "Citizens of Baynard," Rakim said with a deep voice. "It appears last night, we had people trying to break into the Embassy. Luckily, my soldiers were able to thwart their plans along with my good defense." Rakim folded his hands together before resting his snout on them. "It appears my generosity towards everybody has not been appreciated as of late. So starting today, the curfew for everyone is now eight. Anybody caught in noncompliance will be arrested on sight, no questions asked. If you work at an establishment that closes late night, a soldier will be posted inside the premises and will escort you to your house." He chuckled a little before closing his eyes. "I tried to be a kind and generous leader, but all I get are death threats and hatred. Nonetheless, I AM* Prime Minister and you will obey my commands. Otherwise, I will show you just how evil I can get. But let's not get so down. On the plus side, I will be holding a glorious festival in honor of me at St. Mary's Park today. Come and be part of this joyous moment."* Sarga turned off the TV with disgust and a steady growl. "What an egotistical asshole." He huffed an annoyed sigh before getting dressed. The only bright side about today was the walk with Rhaz. His tail wagged happily at the thought. Once dressed, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He could see the soldiers walking the street, some giving him a glance before moving on. He made it to his bar, leaning on the door and awaiting Rhaz's arrival. Time passed and still no sign of Rhaz as he folded his ears. "I hope everything's okay." More time passed and still no sign of Rhaz. Sarga let out a sigh as he's been waiting for a bit. Looking at his watch, he saw it was almost noon. "Guess he's not coming," he whined softly. "Sarga!!" Sarga's ears perked up as he saw Rhaz run up to him. "I'm so sorry I'm late. Alarm didn't go off in time." "That's okay," Sarga replied, tail wagging happily. "Where do you want to go?" "Think we can go to this place where Rakim is going to be?" Sarga tilted his head curiously but shrugged. "Sure thing." They walked through the street, ignoring the soldiers along the way. They made it to St. Mary's Park after grabbing a soft pretzel and sitting on a bench under a maple tree. "Can I ask how old you are?" Sarga asked. "Sure thing. I'm twenty five. How about you?" "Twenty three." "Impressive. Awfully young to be a bar owner." Sarga blushed, taking another bite of the doughy goodie. Rhaz's eyes surveyed the area, taking in everything. Tree position, benches, surrounding buildings, and everything else he could. He felt a tap on his shoulder as he looked at Sarga. "Are you okay?" "Fine. Just admiring everything. Where's this Rakim going to be standing at for this so called festival?" "More then likely by the abstract art sculpture over there," Sarga said, pointing towards the weird art design. Rhaz looked over at it before getting up and strolling over, doing a three sixty degree turn as his eyes took in everything. "Hmm, decent sniping positions in the buildings. Wide open space with limited places to hide. Could end this here and be done in time for dinner. But might take some heavy hits since the cover is limited to trees and benches." Sarge walked over to him, head cocked in curiosity. "Everything okay?" "Just fine. I'm gonna have to cut our walk short. I hope you don't mind?" "Okay. I need to get the bar open soon. See you there?" "You got it." Sarga smiled before heading off to the bar. Rhaz watched him before looking around again. This could work in his favor. There might be civilian causalities, but if they got Rakim, it might be worth it. ////// "Rakim will likely come down this street," Manuel said, using a pointing stick. "More then likely he'll be heavily guarded." "That I know. But there are sniper points in this building here and here," Rhaz said pointing to the buildings not far from the park. "I don't know if they'll be good, but I'll trust your judgment," he said looking at Allison. "Gotcha," Allison nodded. She dismantled the sniper rifle she was given, putting the pieces into a backpack and heading to the door.. "Wait," Manuel said getting up. Allison stopped before looking back as Manuel pulled out a ring of keys. "Keys for every door in the city. Should come in handy. If anybody gives you trouble, show them this." He handed her a small emblem badge with a scorpion image on it. She nodded her head before heading out. Manuel went back to the table and leaned on it. "What are you going to do?" he asked Rhaz. "I'm gonna be in the crowd with my team. Up close and personal." "I'll have some of my men help you." "No offense Prime Minister, but we work better when its just us," Bill said adjusting the kevlar vest under his shirt. Manuel looked at him before Rhaz. "I understand your team works better together, but this is still my city and I will not sit idly by without helping. Plus, I owe Rakim a world of hurt for everything he's done to me and my people." "I understand Prime Minister. Have your men set up a perimeter to help civilians to safety and prevent reinforcements from coming. I don't want anymore injured then I will like to have." Manuel nodded before addressing his troops. Rhaz grabbed a pistol from the weapons table and looked it over before slapping a clip inside and pulling back the hammer. Putting the safety on, he slid it in the back of his pants feeling the cool metal tickle his fur. Grabbing a few extra clips, his earpiece crackled to life as Allison spoke up. "Colonel, I'm in position." "Have you got a clean view?" "Crystal clear. All I need is this roach to crawl out from his rock and I step on him right between the eyes." Rhaz chuckled at that before looking at everyone. "Alright, Bill and Ben, you got the south. I'll take Allen and cover the north. Manuel, can you have your men cover the east and west?" "Not a problem," Manuel smiled. "Alright, let's evict us a dictator." ////// Sarga let out a sigh as he stood at his bar. It was pretty much dead since Rakim announced his little festival to promote himself. He didn't want to go, but the aspect of free food was too tempting to pass up. A grunt left him as he placed a long towel over the table before laying the stools on top. Grabbing his jacket, he exited his bar, locking it up and heading to the park. There was a lack of soldier presence which he noticed. "Probably needs them to protect his sorry ass." He walked down the street towards the park as the sound of music could be heard in the background. Tons of people were gathered in the park. Whether by the free food, or to curse out Rakim. It didn't take long as Rakim's entourage was soon seen down the street surrounded by soldiers. "And here comes the devil himself," Sarga growled. He appeared in a Rolls Royce with the top down as he sat on the back seats, a smug grin on his face as he waved to the people. Some waved back. Others ignored him and continued about their way. The car made a stop on the curb as Rakim hopped out. He was wearing a white uniform with a beret on his head as soldiers flanked him from all sides. He made his way through the park, shaking people's hands that walked up to him after being frisked. Sarga just watched him in disgust as Rakim made his way to the abstract art and sat down in the large chair that was provided for him. Sarge ignored him before going to a fried dough stand. He took a bite with a happy wag as he looked at the huge crowd that gathered. His ears perked as he saw Rhaz standing under a tree, arms crossed. A smile appeared on his muzzle as he was about to walk over when a soldier stopped him. "The Prime Minister wants to speak with you." "Me? Why?" "Don't ask questions. Just do as you're told." Sarga growled at that before following the soldier to where Rakim was sitting. Their eyes met and right there Sarga wanted nothing more then to avoid him. "Mr. Sarga, owner of the best bar in the city," Rakim said. "Thank you," Sarga said, trying to contain his anger. "Please, take a seat and chat with me," Rakim said motioning to the chair being brought over. ////// "Colonel, we got a problem," Allison said in the earpiece. "What's up?" "I had a clear shot until he had someone sit next to him." Rhaz looked over to Rakim and sucked in a breath through his teeth as he saw Sarga over there. "What is he doing there? Can you get a better angle?" "I can. But I would have to probably move up a few more flights. I don't know if the shot will be clearer then here." "Dammit. Okay, stand bye." Rhaz made his way over to where Rakim was sitting. "So tell me Sarga, how did you manage to be the best bar in the city? My soldiers can't stop talking about your brew." "I put my heart and soul into making the best so people can leave in good spirits and forget they have a tyrant for a Prime Minister." Rakim chuckled at that as some of his soldiers heard him and growled lightly. "Relax boys. He's entitled to his opinion. Regardless of how much trouble it gets him into." He leaned over, looking Sarga dead in the eyes. There was something in his eyes that made Sarga fold his ears and whine softly. "I'm sure mister Sarga would like to continue to serve in my city. After all, I would hate for an accident to happen." Sarga's hackles raised as he bared his teeth lightly. "The feeling's mutual 'Prime Minister'," Sarga growled. Rakim grinned at that, showing those sharp teeth. He was about to say something else when his soldiers gathered in front of him. He looked up to see Rhaz standing there, their eyes locking briefly. "How can I help you citizen?" "I would like to have my friend back. He's helping me with my school assignment." "Oh? What kind of assignment?" Rakim said looking him up and down. "You're awfully big to still be in school." "As they say, knowledge is power. And I like to learn things." Rakim chuckled at that before leaning back in the chair. "Very well, I'm done with mister Sarga anyways. I hope your studies bear fruit." Sarga hurried out the chair and to Rhaz's side quickly as they walked away. "You need to leave, now," Rhaz said to him. "What!? Why?" "Allison, you have the shot?" "Just waiting for the word Colonel." Rhaz looked behind him for a brief second before walking faster through the crowd, a firm grip on Sarga's arm. "Manuel, your soldiers in place?" "Yes." "Good. Allison, take him out." "With pleasure." Allison took aim through the scope, Rakim in her sights. She took a relaxing breath, steadying her heartbeat. Looking through the scope again, she took aim and squeezed the trigger. A curse escaped her as a collie walked in front of her shot, spraying Rakim's suit with blood. The people all let out screams and started to scramble for the exits as Manuel's soldiers helped people to escape. "Fuck. Somebody walked in my line of sight at the last second Colonel. Won't get another shot with all the people running around." Rakim's soldiers took aim at the building Allison was in and opened fire making her duck inside as bullets embedded into the wall. "A little help would be nice. Got me pinned down in here." "Hang tight," Bill said, running towards the building where he saw the soldiers running to. Rakim stood up, blood over his uniform as he snarled evilly. "You bastards think you can get rid of me? Then come and get me," he shouted, taking out the Luger on his side and opening fire at the building as well. "Manuel, how are we doing with the citizens?" Rhaz shouted, ducking behind a bench with Sarga and tossing it over. "We're done on our side. We'll keep the soldiers from joining in on the street." Rhaz stood up and started firing as the soldiers took cover behind whatever they could find. Sarga kept his head down, ears folded as the sound of gunfire erupted through the park. "What is going on? Who are you?" Rhaz ducked back down, slapping a fresh clip into the gun before looking at Sarga with sad eyes. "I'll explain everything once this is over, if you give me the chance." "What chance? You're going to get me killed. I have to get out of here," Sarga whined leaving. "Sarga wait!!" Sarga hurried out from the cover heading to one of the food trucks. Rhaz let out a curse and followed him, tackling him to the ground just as a soldier opened fire. Rhaz let out a yelp, feeling searing pain run through his shoulder. He leaned back on the food truck, breathing hard as blood went down his arm. "What else are you lying about?" Sarga growled. Rhaz looked at him before peeking his head out and firing from cover. He looked at his shoulder and grunted, ripping his shirt off and tying the wound on his shoulder. A snarl escaped him as he tighten it. "Look Sarga, I'm sorry about this. But I'll tell you everything, I promise." "Why should I bel...." He couldn't finish as Rhaz leaned down and kissed him, making Sarga's eyes go wide. It ended just as soon as it started as Sarga's ears were folded back in a heavy blush. Rhaz gave a soft smile before his earpiece crackled. "\_We stopped the soldiers trying to help and all the citizens are safe with minimal hurt. Some are even taking the arms of the fallen soldiers and helping out. Let's finish this now,"\_Manuel said as gunfire was heard. "Fine by me. You guys hear that? Let's finish this." He took one last look at Sarga before slipping out and firing away. Sarga watched him, confusion on his face. Just who the hell was Rhaz? Rhaz did a baseball slide under a bench as bullets dug up the ground around him. He lifted his arm and did a few blind shots before looking to his right. Allen was helping Ben behind a tree. "You guys okay?" "Ben took a bullet for me. I was careless," Allen said. "You always are," Ben chuckled before groaning from the wound on his leg. A bullet pinged on the metal bench making Rhaz duck down. He looked over to where he left Sarga to find he wasn't there. A soft whine escaped him before focusing on the task at hand. His ears perked as he heard Rakim laughing. "Did you guys actually think you had a chance? Your little coup ends here. I'll make sure to hang your bodies in this very park to serve as an example of those who oppose me." Little did Rakim know, that behind him Manuel was closing in little by little. Most of the soldiers that were firing saw Manuel and slowly started to back away. Rakim noticed it after a bit cause it was only a few of his soldiers firing when he looked around to see everybody at attention. "What the hell are you standing around for? Kill these fuckers. That's an order!" "You'll be giving no more orders today Rakim." Rakim froze at that voice before slowly turning around to see Manuel standing there behind him with almost all of his troops. "Prime Minister!? What a pleasant surprise." "Wish I could say the feeling's mutual, but that'll be a lie. I'm taking back what is rightful mine." Rakim sneered at that, fists balling tightly. "No offense, but you are a weak leader. This city needs a strong leader, which is me." "This city was prosperous before you took over. Now all I see is terror and mayhem. My people deserve better then this." "Really? Then let them make the choice." He turned to the soldiers and people standing around before speaking up. "What say you people of Baynard!? Do you want me as your leader and live the rich life? Or go back to the boring life under Manuel?" Everyone looked at one other before slowly walking over to Manuel who smiled. "Looks like they made their choice. Stand down now and face your punishment." Rakim was fuming mad as he gritted his teeth. Rhaz walked up behind him and took his gun. "I take it they teach you these things in school?" Rakim said looking at him with a sneer. "Yep. Marine training goes a long way, wouldn't you agree?" Rhaz smiled before handing the gun to Manuel. "Thank you kindly Rhaz. You have help my people out of a rough time. You have my deepest gratitude." "Not a problem. Just doing what I was ordered to do." Manuel smiled at that. "I need that kind of loyalty. How would you like a position under me as my new commander?" "I'll pass thank you. I just want to go back to my little cabin and relax." Manuel laughed at that as they watched Rakim get carried away. "Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be waiting. In the meantime, let's get your people fixed up." ////// "I knew we could count on you," Pierce said on the plane ride back. "The president gives you his heartfelt thanks." "The big cheese actually thanks us? That's pretty big Colonel," Allen said looking at Rhaz. Rhaz didn't respond as he looked out the window. His mind going back to Sarga and the hurt look he saw. He wanted to explain everything to him before getting on the plane but he wasn't at the bar and he didn't have his address. A tap on his shoulder made his ears perk and look to his right to see Allison looking at him. "Everything okay there big fella?" "I guess," Rhaz said softly. "Regretting on not taking up Manuel's offer?" "Hell no! I'm done taking orders from anybody." Allison chuckled at that along with Rhaz before he looked over to see Ben and Walter. "How you guys holding up?" "Another trophy on my body. The chicks are gonna dig me," Walter said. Everybody chuckled at that before Pierce spoke up. "Now Colonel, as promised, that was your last mission. The president gives you his regards and hope you have a full and happy life." "Good." It didn't take long for the plane to land back in the states. His team bidded him farewell with tight hugs as they went back to Fort Sun awaiting further instructions. Rhaz made it back to his cabin, his shoulder covered up as he sat on the rocking chair on the porch, watching the sun set in the background. He closed his eyes, seeing Sarga in his mind. Opening his eyes, he let out a sigh and reached over to the small table besides him. Grabbing the beer can, he cracked it open. Taking a sip, he scrunched his muzzle up before tossing the can to the ground as the liquid seeped into the dirt. "Taste like crap compared to Sarga's brew." A grunt escaped him before getting up and walking inside. Once inside, he went to the phone and dialed a number, hearing the ringtone in the receiver. The person on the other end picked up and chuckled. "Colonel Slade. To what do I owe this pleasure? Decided to come back?" "Not a chance Pierce. I need a favor." /////// Sarga let out a sigh as he placed the stools up on the bar counter. After the near death encounter a couple days ago, things were back to normal with Manuel back in the Embassy. Rakim was put in the darkest prison, never to see the light of day. Out of everything that happened that day, the only thing that ran through his mind was that kiss Rhaz gave him. It was unexpected, but by no means unpleasant. Sadly he wanted more, but he let his anger get the best of him. "Guess I won't get the chance again." After cleaning up, he headed out the door and locked up. He was happy now that he could walk the streets without being harassed. He walked down the street, hands in his pockets and head down. He still wish he could see Rhaz again and tell him he's sorry for yelling at him. Turning the corner, he stopped, eyes going wide at the person standing under the street lamp. "Rhaz!?" he said shocked. "Hey," Rhaz said softly. "I thought you left to go back home?" "I figured I come back and tell you everything. You deserve that at least." They stood awkwardly in the street looking at each other before Sarga gave a soft smile. "Care for a cup of coffee at my place then?" "Sounds like a plan." The door rattled hard before being flung open as Rhaz and Sarga stumbled in, muzzles locked together. Rhaz pinned him against the wall, holding him close and grinding into him with a soft growl. They broke up slowly, panting hard with their tongues lolling out. "Let me close the door and we'll continue this in the bedroom." Sarga turned and closed the door, letting out a yip as Rhaz held him from behind, nipping his neck softly as Sarga shivered in his hold. "I'm sorry for deceiving you Sarga." "I'm still a little mad at you for that." "Well then," Rhaz murred, licking his neck softly as the canine in his grasp shivered and whined. "Maybe I can make it up to you." A gasp escaped the canine feeling his groin get squeezed softly. His knees went weak as his sheath plumped up quickly in the tight confines of his pants. "Seems like somebody agrees with me," Rhaz growled softly, keeping a light pressure applied making Sarga hump lightly into his grasp. Sarga smiled, tilting his head upward and licking the underside of Rhaz's muzzle. "You want that coffee now or later?" he chuckled. "Funny pup." A yip escaped Sarga as he was lifted with ease and carried to the bedroom before being placed on to the bed gentle, their muzzles locked together happily. Rhaz broke off, looking into those deep blue eyes of Sarga and tickled his chin. "I can't apologize properly with these on," Rhaz growled softly tugging his shirt and pants. Sarga giggled at that, lifting his shirt off showing his slim, but in shape body. The pants came next as the tip of his pink shaft poked out from its hiding place and extended quickly. His arousal was high as Rhaz inhaled it deeply with a growl. He reached down, gripping that piece of flesh lightly making the body it was attached to shiver and whine. "Such a beautiful pup you are," Rhaz murred, using his other hand to roam his body. Sarga could do nothing but pant and whine as Rhaz did what he wanted. He fell back onto the bed, claws gripping the sheets in pleasure. He looked down to see Rhaz still clothed and frowned a little. "I can't be the only one like this." "You're right. Care to help me?" Sarga smiled before sitting up and moving closer. He lifted the shirt up, hearing a slight grunt from Rhaz which he understood why as he saw his shoulder wrapped. His ears folded as he ran a paw softly over it. Rhaz covered his paw and smiled at him. "You got injured because of me. I'm sorry." "This means nothing if I lost you." Sarga's heart fluttered at that, leaning up and kissing him deeply with a murr. With a soft growl, he moved his paws south to those tented pants and slowly slipped them down, exposed that thick, black veiny cock. Pre coated the tip as Sarga pinched it lightly making Rhaz growl. "Big boy aren't you?" Sarga murred, licking his fingers and tasting that musky pre with glee. "Better believe it," he murred, tackling Sarga on the bed with a yip from him. "Now then, let me apologize to my pup." He nipped his neck softly, Sarga folding his ears quickly as he scratched Rhaz behind the ears. Rhaz went down his body, licking his nipples as his claws dug into his fur lightly making Sarga shiver hard. He reached his goal as Sarga's scent overwhelmed his senses. Gently, he caressed those furry orbs, coaxing more pre out. With a murr, he trailed his tongue from the bottom of the shaft upward, collecting everything with joy. "Such a exquisite taste. I'm going to get more." He made another trip before taking him whole slowly. Sarga gasped feeling that hot muzzle encase him. That long, rough tongue working every inch of his cock with joy. Lewd slurping sounds escaped Rhaz's muzzle as he bobbed his head up and down, collecting every drop of pre dispensed. He moved one of his paws down to squeeze those orbs before going lower and circling that twitching anal star. With a slick pop, he released his tasty treat before going lower and lapping at the tight opening. "Oh god," Sarga whined. "Mmm, music to my ears," Rhaz murred, still lapping away. By now, his lower half screamed for attention. He sat up, looking at the heavy panting canine on the bed with a grin. Sarga caught his breath before opening his eyes and letting out a murr. He sat up, leaning forward and locking lips with Rhaz, tasting his own body. His paw snaked its way down and gripped Rhaz making him tense. "My turn big boy." He lowered his body to that pulsing rod and licked his lips. A quick kiss was applied to the tip, a bit of pre splashing on the tip of his nose which was licked off quickly. He cupped those full balls gently before licking the meaty popsicle with joy. A moan was heard as Sarga engulfed him swiftly with one motion. Rhaz jumped at the sudden pleasure spike, eyes glazing over with lust as he looked down. He saw the happily wagging tail, ears perked on top of his head which was working him over with vigor. He reached down and scratched behind his ear earning a happy whine and increased suction. Sarga gave a couple of licks before looking up at Rhaz with half lidded eyes. "I think you're ready now. Wouldn't you agree?" he murred, keeping his paw on his cock, stroking it lightly. "More then ready." Sarga gave him a wink before laying down, raising his legs. Rhaz grinned before sliding over and hooking those legs on his shoulders. He lined himself up, prodding that hole gentle getting small whines. He locked eyes with Sarga before pushing in gently with a slick pop. Sarga grunted lightly from the intrusion, relaxing his body as best as he could. He could feel that thick length spread him open like nothing he ever felt before. A sigh escaped them both when their thighs connected and Rhaz was buried eight inches deep. "Doing okay there hun?" Rhaz asked softly. "Oh yeah," Sarga murred. "Take me big boy." Rhaz growled at that before pulling out slowly, relishing on the tight walls clamping down on him before pushing back in. Sarga lolled his tongue out, head back on the pillows as Rhaz thrusted into his body. His cock shot pre with each complete thrust making a small puddle on his chest. The smell of musk was overpowering bringing them more pleasure. Rhaz let out a growl, tongue lashing out and licking those cute toe pads making Sarga yip and squeeze harder out of reflex. "Tickle....tease," Sarga whined. Rhaz only smiled, doing it again as he felt each toe wiggle in respond. Soon he wanted more. Needed more. He dropped the legs on his shoulders to around his waist before leaning down and mashing his muzzle against Sarga's. Sarga whined, wrapping his arms around him as best as he could along with his legs. He could feel Rhaz pick up the pace, the bed creaking in response. The soft fur caressed his sensitive cock increasing his pleasure as he moved his hips in time with Rhaz's thrusts. "Yes Rhaz.....yes." "Fuck hun, you feel so good." Rhaz buried his muzzle in the crook of Sarga's neck, whining in pleasure as he dug his claws into the bed, going as deep as he could. All Sarga could do was whine, whimper, and yip in pleasure as his prostate was jabbed repeatedly. He whispered into Rhaz's ear to go harder, make him feel his love. That was Rhaz's limit as he snarled viciously. He pulled out completely, leaving a confused Sarga on the bed. "Get on all fours pup. I'm gonna claim you properly." Sarga murred at that, turning around and presenting his tail which was raised high and wagging back and forth along with his hips. "Claim me alpha." Rhaz growled, gripping those shivering hips and plowing back into that snug hole making Sarga howl in pleasure. Their bodies connected with loud, muffled slaps. Rhaz going as deep as possible while pulling Sarga into him. Sarga's arms started to get weak from pleasure as he collapsed onto the bed, keeping his rear raised and whining non stop. His cock throbbed with each hilt, spitting out pre constantly. "Feeling......good.....baby?" Rhaz panted, keeping up his thrust. "Yes. So.....good," Sarga whined back looking over his shoulder. Rhaz panted hard, driving his hips into Sarga with power. He never felt anything like this. Not even Amos was this tight. His balls tightened up, ready to deliver a mind blowing orgasm. He pulled Sarga up to his chest, holding him close and keeping his hips moving. Sarga yip at the sudden change but moaned loudly as Rhaz nibbled his neck. "I can't....hold on baby. You feel....too good," Rhaz whimpered. "Let it go.....baby. Fill me....and claim me," Sarga whimpered, clenching down on him. Rhaz's teeth found purchase on Sarga's shoulder as he moved his paws around his waist, gripping that throbbing meat and stroking it fast. Sarga bared his teeth in a snarl, pleasure shooting up his spine. His knot formed rapidly ready to unleash at any moment. That moment came all to soon with the constant pressure on his prostate and the stroking paws of Rhaz. He clenched his eyes shut, throwing his head back and howling loudly as he came harder then he ever did before. That first shot of white rope splattered against the headboard with force as Rhaz's nose inhaled the musky odor deeply with a growl. "Fuck," he snarled, eyes closed and body trembling hard as he tried to hold on but failed. He locked his hips with Sarga and joined him in a howl as he filled him with his warmth. That seemed to intensify Sarga's pleasure as he squeezed down harder then normal, hoping to keep everything in his body. Once their voices died down, they sat there in bliss, Rhaz keeping pressure on Sarga's knot to simulate a tie as Sarga could only whine softly. Rhaz opened his eyes slowly, seeing the huge white puddle on the pillow and headboard with a weak chuckle. "That's some force you have there to cum that hard." Sarga blushed, ears folded as he chuckled. "Well what can I say? When I have a hot gnoll pounding me good, how could I not?" Rhaz smiled before pulling out with a weak grunt, cum seeping out the gaping hole as Saga gasped. "A shame you can't tie me. Then I'll really feel claimed." "How about a bite mark instead?" "That works as well," Sarga chuckled. They laid down in the bed, Rhaz spooning Sarga tightly making him murr and cuddle as close as possible. "Care to work with me tomorrow at the bar? I could use a strong, handsome gnoll like yourself." "I'll take you up on that offer. What does it pay?" "A hot canine in bed and all the free brew you can handle." Rhaz smiled before nipping his ear. "An offer I can't refuse." "Good. But be warned, I'll work you," Sarga chuckled. "I'm use to it," Rhaz growled lightly, letting out a yawn with Sarga as they fell asleep in each other embrace.
The Houseboy - CH 07 by DoggyStyle57	#7 of The Houseboy This story was commissioned by Phrax (https://inkbunny.net/Phrax or https://phrax.sofurry.com/ ), placing his original character Remiel Townshend in the same world as my Swiss Mix stories, as a new houseboy at one of the secondary mansions where Bernerholdt Foundation maids and	[ "Adult", "Badger", "Bernese Mountain Dog", "Boy", "Brother", "Bunny", "Creampie", "Cross dressing", "Cuckold", "Daughter", "Father", "French Kiss", "French Maid", "Gay", "Girl", "Hero Worship", "Houseboy", "Incest", "Kissing", "Lesbian", "Lop", "Lord", "Maid", "Mansion", "Mink", "Mother", "Mouse", "No-panties", "Oral", "Otter", "Pre-Teen", "Shota", "Sister", "Son", "Squirrel", "Swimsuit", "Teen", "Tribal", "Tribal marks", "Twins", "Under_dressing", "Vaginal", "Voyeurism", "camel toe", "charity", "embarrassment", "master", "nobility", "river otter", "sea otter", "skinny dipping", "uniforms" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148679-the-houseboy-ch-07	The Houseboy A story commission by DoggyStyle57, for Phrax Written February 2017 Chapter 7 Bern, Switzerland: June 24, 2010 (Thursday morning) At breakfast on Thursday, Remiel and Peter were still dressed in maid uniforms, as Rebecca and Penny. They both attended to their Master, Lord Roderick, seeing that his meal was served to him, before taking seats nearby to eat their own meals. As the meal drew to a close, Lord Roderick stood and addressed his household. "Good morning, everyone! I want to reiterate what M'Lady Cora should have told all of you at this morning's maids' meeting. This week, we will be having a special guest come to the mansion - one who is not aware of the sexual nature of our young maids' and houseboys' training, and who is not to be made aware of your being sexually active. Accordingly, after this meal, if any of you are not wearing panties - and I expect that applies to almost all of you, unless you had time to put on a pair between that meeting and the start of this meal - you are to put on panties immediately and continue wearing the full uniform, with panties, at all times when in public spaces in the mansion. And of course, for you three houseboys, that means going back to male mode and wearing your proper houseboy uniforms, with underpants." "Sir? Can I at least wear my girly panties under my uniform pants?" Mister Peter asked hopefully. "I won't let our guest see my undies, I promise!" "I suppose you and Michael can underdress with panties if you want to, my dear," the squirrel Lord replied. Then he looked at the pink furred otter next to Michael and said, "But not you, Remiel. Our new guest is to be your swim coach for the next two months, and they just might end up seeing what you have on for underwear, as you change into your swimsuit or back into uniform during training sessions. After all, we only have one unisex bathroom, shower area and changing room down by the pool. So you should wear your boxer shorts, or normal male briefs, or a jock strap, as appropriate for the activities and the fit under your clothing. Oh, and do make sure you get your fur beached back to its normal color right away. You look adorable as a pink furred girl, but your punishment period has ended, as of today, and I don't want to explain the pink fur to your swim coach." "Yes Master," Remiel replied sheepishly. "I'm almost used to bein' pink now, but it will be nice to have white fur and blonde hair again, I must say. Ummmm, my new coach, you say? For the next two months? May I know anything more about them, sir?" "Your coach will be here until it is time for you to start school at the end of August," Lord Roderick replied. "And that means the requirement for everyone wearing panties will remain in force until the school year begins - although there will be a few weekends where the swim coach will be away for the weekend, enjoying the sights here in Switzerland. As for other information about them, I wish \_that\_to be a surprise. You will meet them this afternoon, after the others here have returned from school, and when you, Kate and Farah have your scheduled swim practice. Make sure you perform well and behave decently, will you? We want to make a good first impression." "So no naked swimming either, I suppose Master?" Miss Kate asked. She and her twin sister Farah swam every afternoon with Remiel, to help him practice. And as often as not, by the end of the session all three had managed to lose their swimsuits, as the slightly older and stronger otter girls 'encouraged' Remiel to swim as fast as he could to catch them. "Do we need to wear one-piece swimsuits, too? Or are our bikini's still good enough?" "Any swimsuit that would pass on a public beach or at a municipal swimming pool will be fine," Lord Roderick replied, with a lecherous grin. "Let's avoid your most skimpy ones, which are more suitable to the French Riviera's nude beaches than what a twelve year old girl like yourself should be expected to wear in public. Though I must say, that purple, thong-backed suit you had on last week looked delightful on you. It certainly displayed all of your tribal markings quite well! Even the ones a modest bikini bottom would cover." "Yes Master," the otter girl replied. "We'll wear our blue bikinis then. They cover our lower tribal markings and our butts, and the tops cover us well. But they still show off a lot of our figures! Have to keep encouraging our swimming prodigy!" "Very good. Now, I would also like to give you advance warning of another visitor, and this time, one you will be encouraged to be your sexy best around," Lord Roderick said with a grin. "In about three weeks, on one of the weekends where I will strongly encourage our other guest to go skiing or on some other excursion in the countryside for the weekend, we shall have our semi-annual visit from my dear friend, and the founder of your maid scholarship program, Lord Karl von Bernerholdt! He says he hopes to bring his own houseboy trainee with him, to meet Peter, Michael and Remiel, and so I may 'evaluate' his boy in my chambers, to compare the skills learned in his program to what I teach our boys. And he will, of course, be pleased to experience a sampling of the sexual services that you can provide for a good Master such as himself. I am asking for two to four volunteers, and those who plan to serve him should get some special training between now and then, to be certain you are not being too ambitious in attempting to accommodate such a well-endowed male. His cock is eleven inches long and two inches thick, and since he is a Bernese Mountain Dog, he also has a knot that will form near the base of his cock, a good three inches in diameter! That is four inches longer and half an inch thicker than my cock, without even considering that knot! I know some of our older girls have tried fisting or have served equally large males in the past, and should have no problems accommodating our guest in any way he may ask. A few of you have served Lord Karl in bed on prior visits, and know for certain that you can handle a male his size. But there are limits to what each of you can do, and there is a good reason why I train smaller species and he trains larger species among our maid candidates. It is a rare mouse who can handle a cock that large. Well, that will be all, I think. Most of you have school to get ready for. Remiel, you have the day off to get your fur and hair back to normal. Report to Miss Cora for assistance in that regard." \=== Remiel had to wash his fur and hair three separate times with Miss Cora's special shampoo, and do one additional bath with a body fur bleach, to get his body fur back to its former pristine white. It took so long that Miss Cora had lunch sent into her office for the two of them, so he didn't have to interrupt the process. His tribal markings on his shoulders and butt cheeks were faded almost to invisibility, and his head hair was almost as white as his body fur, by the time his fur was pure white again. Miss Cora offered to re-paint his tribal marks for him, but he decided it would be better to wait for Kate and Farah to get back from school, and to ask them to help him in painting them afresh. They were already familiar with the process and artistic style. Next had to endure another two hours of treatment while Miss Cora carefully dyed his head hair back to its former blonde color. When she was done, she carefully inspected his nude body, even looking between his toes and in the crack of his ass, before declaring him fit to return to service. After bathing for most of the day, finally no traces of pink remained, not even in various body cracks or inside his belly button. "Well, aside from the blushing in your cheeks, I'd say the pink is all gone now," she said. "Fresh uniforms have been sent to your room, to replace the ones you dyed pink with your laundry disaster, and there is another fresh one for you there, on my desk. I trust we shan't have a repeat of that incident any time soon?" "No mum! I'll be ever so careful to be sure of that!" the otter boy declared, as he got dressed again in his houseboy uniform. "See that you do. And now you'd better see if your otter friends are back from school yet. The school bus should be returning soon," she said, shooing him out into the hallway. \=== Two hours later, Remiel was feeling back to normal. Kate had repainted all his tribal markings, and they looked just as nice as if his own mum had done them! He also helped them to touch up their own markings, though neither otter girl's marks were all that faded, and he suspected they had asked him to help them only as an excuse for them to pull down their panties and get his face close to their naked pussies, while he painted their fur on either side of their labia in their family's unique markings. Once the fur dye had dried thoroughly for all of them, they got into modest swimsuits and went to the outdoor pool, for Remiel's daily training session. Even in their fairly modest bikinis, Kate and Farah were still wonderfully sexy to Remiel's reckoning, and his own Speedo type swim trunks - the same ones he had work in competition at his old school's swimming competitions, did little to hide the stiffy that the young otter boy involuntarily got as he watched their supple, feminine bodies swimming close to his. Kate sat on the edge of the pool with a stopwatch, while her twin sister Farah got on the starting platform beside Remiel. "Let's have you do another 100 Meter Breaststroke," Kate said. She glanced up the walkway in the direction of the mansion and saw Lord Roderick walking in their direction accompanied by a smaller person who seemed to be a female otter, though it was hard to tell much about them, with the rather shapeless sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt that the barefoot otter was wearing. From where they were positioned on their starting blocks at the edge of the pool, Remiel and Kate had their backs to the mansion, and they couldn't see that their Master and his guest were approaching. "You're both warmed up and in good form, so I'll be timing this one. See if you can both beat your own best times, okay?" Remiel and Farah nodded and waited for the signal to begin. "Take your mark," Kate said. Then she nodded to her Master and their guest, who stood silently watching, and she blew her whistle and started her digital stopwatch. She noticed the otter guest had also started timing with their own stopwatch. They two young otters plunged into the pool, oblivious to the presence of their audience, and swam rapidly to the far end of the pool, before turning and dashing back through the water to the touch pad below their respective starting blocks. Remiel won, of course, but Farah wasn't that far behind him. Shaking their heads to remove the water from their eyes, the swimmers bobbed in the pool and looked up at Kate for their times. "Very good! Remiel, you did that in 1 minute and 12 seconds. Farah, your time was one minute and nineteen seconds," Kate said. "Impressive, for such young swimmers," said the female otter who was now standing at the edge of the pool, beside Lord Roderick. She spoke in English, with an American accent. "But I thought you said I'd have one Olympic hopeful to coach. It seems I might have two." She puled back her sweatshirt hood, revealing a head of short cropped black hair that contrasted sharply with her chocolate brown fur. And though her hair was short, it was certainly styled in an attractive, feminine cut. She was a very pretty sea otter in her early 20's, with glinting black eyes and a playful smile. Remiel and Farah both turned at the sound of the unfamiliar female voice. "Possibly three, although Remiel will be your primary concern, Lilly," Lord Roderick said. "The twins - Farah, in the pool, and her sister Kate on the edge - have been helping him to train. They can both swim equally well, though Remiel is better than either of them, as you just saw." Farah blushed and said, "Oh! I don't know that I'm that good, Ma'am. I just try my best to keep up with Remiel. Are you American? My sister and I are from Canada." Remiel fell over backwards in the water when he saw who was with his Master. He came back up sputtering, and said, "Oh my gosh! She's American, all right! An Olympic and world record holder! That's... that's Lilly Singer! She's... she's on the poster of the US Olympic swim teams, in my bedroom! At the 2008 Summer Olympics in China, she won a silver medal in the 100-meter breaststroke, then won the Gold in the 200-meter breaststroke, setting a new world record, and won another Silver as a team member in the 4-100-meter medley relay, with the second best split time in the competition. Wow! I can hardly believe I'm seeing you in person, Miss Singer!" "It seems your prodigy is a fan of mine, as well. He can recite my accomplishments better than my parents can! You may believe it, Remiel. And we'll all be seeing a lot of each other for the next two months. I think I will enjoy seeing if all three of you have the right potential to be trained for the Olympics," she replied with a grin. "It seems he truly is just as promising a prodigy as you claimed, Lord Roderick. I'll take you up on your offer." "Excellent!" the children's Master replied. "Remiel, Farah, get out of the pool an greet her properly. Miss Singer, I'll leave their training program in your capable hands. We'll schedule their other duties around the training schedule that you set for them, and for yourself. But do remember to leave yourself some time free, particularly on the weekends, for your own relaxation and enjoyment. The opportunity to enjoy summer skiing the Swiss Alps is one not to be missed!" The otter kids climbed out of the pool and took towels from Kate, then as soon as they had roughly dried off and dropped their towels in a nearby laundry basket, all three lined up at the edge of the pool, bowed politely, and Farah said, "It is an honor to meet you, Ma'am. Thank you for agreeing to be our swimming coach." "Yes, thank you so much!" Remiel added, bowing a second time. "But miss Singer, ma'am? I'm ever so grateful to even have met you, let alone gettin' a few months training with you. But... why... can't you stay longer? If I do really well, what happens when you go home again?" "Well Remiel, I have to limit how much time I spend coaching you, because I still hope to compete again in the 2012 Olympics, and I don't wish to lose my own amateur status. For me, officially, I am here for asummer 'teaching internship', which is part of my own ongoing college work to get my teaching credentials. When this summer is over, I have to go back to my college classes, in California. If you do as well as your employer hopes you will, then before I leave, I promise that I'll speak to the official UK Olympic swimming coach about you. He could arrange for you to get other professional coaching while you train here, and a chance to try out for the British swim team," Lily replied. Then she looked at the twins and said, "I'd like both of you to seriously consider trying out for the Canadian Olympic swim team, as well. I can certainly contact their coach on your behalf, if you feel up to that level of competition and you have the interest. And it will help the credibility of my coming all the way here to work as a teacher, if I have three promising students, and not just one. I can most likely come back again next summer for a second teaching internship. Then after the 2012 games, depending on how I do, I might go professional, and then I could be your full time swimming coach, if you still need one in a few years." "All right, we'll all give it our best try. But how long would we need to train, Ma'am?" Farah asked. "How old are each of you now?" Lilly asked. "Kate and I turned twelve in March, Ma'am, and Remiel just turned 10 this month," Farah replied. "Well, it would probably be asking too much of any of you to be ready for the 2012 Olympics, though technicallyyou could compete at twelve to fourteen years old. There \_have\_been swim team members that young, who qualified for prior Olympic swimming competitions, though those children didn't earn any medals. However, I think we would be much better off to aim for the 2016 games for all of you. You'll be stronger and better skilled once you're sixteen to eighteen years old, and much better able to go head to head against the best swimmers in the world. Between now and when you try out for the Olympic teams, you should work your way up through some regional and national competitions, and gauge how well you stack up against other young Olympic hopefuls. And by the time the trials for the 2016 game come around, I suppose there is a possibility you'll each have applied for dual Swiss citizenship, and all three of you could try for the Swiss Olympic team." "That might well be the case, yes. The twins will be done and Remiel will very nearly be done with their scholarship apprenticeships by then. Most of our maid scholarship trainees do apply for and receive Swiss citizenship by the end of their six year training period here," Lord Roderick said. "I confess, I would be quite proud if they competed for my own country. But what matters most to me is that all of the children in my care are happy, and reach their maximum potential - wherever they go once they complete our training program. So certainly, they could compete for the countries of their birth just as well." "Well, let me get warmed up, and then let's see what we can do, shall we?" Lilly stepped out of her sweatpants and took off her sweatshirt. Under those shapeless garments she was dressed in a simple black one-piece swimsuit made of some tight-fitting material that clung to her like a second skin. She had the slender, supple figure typical for most young adult otter girls. At 4' 10" tall, she was only a few inches taller than Kate or Farah. She had a firm, pert pair of A-cup breasts, and an almost child-like 34-26-34 figure. And like Remiel and the twins, she had tribal marks painted on her shoulders, though the style and pattern was unfamiliar to the younger otters. Remiel was staring at her in admiration, with his mouth partway open. He swallowed nervously as he realized that not only could he see the otter woman's nipples, but that the crotch of her swimsuit pressed deeply into the folds of her labia, leaving even less to the imagination than if she had been in the fur! The crotch of his own speedo swimsuit began to feel uncomfortably tight, as his body responded to the erotic sight before him. Lilly looked at the way the otter boy was staring at her chest and crotch, and she could hardly miss the fact that he was becoming aroused. She grinned, and said, "I do hope you're not going to have your mouth hanging open like that every time you see an adult woman in a close-fitting swimsuit, Remiel. Most female Olympic swimmers wear a tight-fitting, very thin suit just like mine. And while you won't be competing directly against the ladies, they certainly\_will\_ be training and competing at the same facilities, and you'll certainly see them on the sidelines in equally revealing swimwear. So you'll need to learn how not be distracted by them. You're each from a tribal family. Haven't you ever swam with your playmates or family in the fur? Or is 'skinny dipping' only a thing for Californian tribes, like mine?" "Oh! Ummmm, yeah, we all have gone skinny dipping," Remiel managed to say, amazed at the direction the conversation was suddenly taking. He idolized this woman's swimming skills, and was having a hard enough time believing she was really going to be his swim coach. But could she really be suggesting that they should all get \_naked\_together? He blushed as he realized he was fully aroused now, and that his swimsuit would be doing nothing to conceal it. Lilly looked at Lord Roderick, and asked, "Sir? Would you or your household or guests be shocked if we practiced in the nude? Or is there perhaps a more private place where we could occasionally do some skinny dipping together? I really do think the boy needs to get better accustomed to seeing adult women who have very little clothing on. He can't compete to his full potential if he easily gets distracted by girls, or is fighting to conceal a boner in his speedo!" Lord Roderick grinned widely. This was working out far better than he could have hoped for. "We have complete privacy here, Miss Singer, and if you're not bothered by being in the nude while training the children, far be it from me to question your methods! To tell you the truth, Remiel and the twins had already gotten permission from me to skinny dip together in this pool during their training, and often do. They've already explained to me that swimming without clothing is a rather common tribal practice, at least among the younger otter children. As far as I have seen, Remiel doesn't seem bothered by seeing the twins nude, nor do they seem bothered by seeing him unclothed. As for the other children and staff here, it is expected of any maid or houseboy that they perform their duties with discretion, regardless of what their employers or mansion guests might be doing. If someone needs to be attended while dressing, or while bathing, or if they are called in to serve while their employer or a guest happens to be in a, shall we say, indiscreet situation, a good servant acts as if nothing untoward is taking place. I think it is safe to say that anyone I allow to approach the swimming area while you three are using it will not be shocked or offended by nude swimmers. That wouldn't be a problem for any of you children, would it?" "No sir," Kate and Farah quickly replied, grinning at each other. Remiel blushed and said, "I... oh gosh... Yes sir, and yes Ma'am, I don't mind, an' I'll behave myself." He glanced down and said, "I mean' I'll try... S-sorry about... about my... I didn't mean to..." "Don't apologize. Getting an erection is a perfectly natural reaction for a boy who sees an attractive woman," Lilly insisted. "After we've spent some time skinny dipping together, and you're used to seeing me, you'll learn to control it. I'll tell you a secret. You certainly won't be the first guy I've seen with an erection. Not even the first boy your age. My tribal members are virtually all naturists - what you might call nudists, in your countries - and while on our tribal lands, we often spent all our time in the nude. What happened to you just now happened all the time in my tribe with the younger boys, too. They all got boners when they first start noticing the older girls attractiveness. And they all learned to control their reaction pretty quickly, as I am certain that you will. You'll understand better once you're old enough to have a real girlfriend. I promise I won't try to 'take advantage of you', Remiel. You're a cute kid, but you're way too young for me, all right? Try to think of me as an older sister who wants to teach you. Unashamed to be nude in front of her 'little bro', but off limits, all right?" "I... I can do that, sure," Remiel said, still fighting to control his arousal, and not doing very well at all. Normally, her suggestion to think of her as a sister would have had a calming effect on a tribal otter boy, as most tribes have strong incest taboos. But it was having very much the opposite effect on Remiel, who knew the twins committed incest with each other every day, and since he and the twins often did incest fantasy roleplaying together, with them pretending to be his older sisters. Furthermore, the three of them and their Master were actively plotting to get the oldest of his little sisters to become a maid too, and to commit real incest with Remiel! Blushing fiercely, he asked, "So, do we.. I mean... right now? Here?" "We\_could\_, if we're all in agreement. But there's one thing I want you to do first, after I'm warmed up," Lilly said. "That's a diving tower over there on the lake shore, right? I presume it has sufficient depth below it for proper use?" "It does, yes," Lord Roderick stated. "I've done what I can to ensure we have all the needed facilities to train these children in any Olympic swimming event, including diving. My pool was acceptable for every event's training except the 10 meter diving platform. So I had that diving tower set up in the lakeside swimming area." "Have any of you kids tried high diving yet?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am," Kate said. "Our tribe often did cliff diving for fun, and Remiel got some proper diving training by his swim coach at school, before he came here." "Good. Then today, after I swim a few laps to warm up, I would like to see how each of you kids do in some simple diving forms, with your suits on. Diving with his 'sensitive part' stiff or even flapping around would be sure to be painful for Remiel," she said with a grin. "After I've had a look at your diving skills, we can strip down for the rest of the in-pool practice session. You may consider that a reward for giving me your best effort, Remiel." "Yes ma'am! I will, ma'am!" the otter boy agreed quickly. "I will leave you to it then," Lord Roderick said. "I have other business to attend to." \=== The squirrel lord rushed back to the mansion, and, after commanding Miss Valerie to attend him, he took up a position at a second floor window in the mansion, where he had a telescope already set up to observe both the swimming pool area and the dock area behind the mansion. The room they were in was a minor guest room, where he could be certain to remain undisturbed, even if his guest should unexpectedly return to the mansion. "What does Master wish of me?" the 13 year old mink girl asked, kneeling submissively in front of him in her maid uniform. "Remove your upper clothing, and kneel there to service me with your mouth, while I watch our guest with this telescope," he commanded. He had been particularly glad to find this specific maid trainee on the way in, as the mink girl was quite similar in build and coloration to Miss Singer. He hadn't planned on seducing the Olympic swimming star when he asked her to train Remiel. But now that he had met her, and had seen that she was as small and slender as some of his 14 year old maid trainees? At the very least, he would be fantasizing about his possible conquest of her, and making time to watch her cavorting in the nude with the otter children in his care. "Shall I pretend to be your daughter, Master?" she asked, as she removed her corset and blouse and unfastened his pants, pulling his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. "When I come up for air, that is?" "Yes, but speak in English, not German," he said. "And you may take your time, licking and talking to me as much as sucking. I expect we shall be here for an hour or more, so prolong my pleasure. You may also remove your panties and pleasure yourself, since I doubt I will be trying to fuck you in this session." "Thank you, daddy!" she replied with a childish giggle, before taking him into her young mouth. \=== Lilly had the girls dive first, since they claimed more diving experience, and to allow poor Remiel a chance to gain control of his erection. While Farah was preparing for her first dive, the embarrassed young otter boy muttered an apology about 'needing to pee', and ducked into the boat house beside the dock and diving platform, where presumably there was a toilet. Judging from the time he took, the relieved look on his face, and the deflated state of his bulge on his return, Lilly strongly suspected that the child had spent most of his absence masturbating. Well, she supposed most young boys his age masturbated. And she'd rather have him doing that in private, than flashing a boner at the little girls. "All right, Remiel, let's see what you can do from the 10 meter platform," she instructed. "Start with a jackknife, and then try a few more complicated dives, if you feel up to it." "Yes ma'am," the otter boy replied, scrambling up the stairs on the back of the diving tower to the 10 meter platform at the very top, and pausing for a few deep breaths before making his first dive. His form was very good, and when he speared into the water, he hardly made a splash at all, keeping his legs and tail perpendicular to the water's surface as he completed his dive. As soon as he resurfaced, Lilly said, "That was very good, Remiel! Beautiful entry! You've done that in competition before, I take it?" "Yes ma'am. I can do up to a double somersault from the 10 meter platform, and sometimes a triple, though I need work on that one," Remiel replied, climbing out of the lake and getting ready to dive again. "Do you dive competitively? I only recall seeing you in the non-diving events." "I'm a fair diver, but much better at the events I competed in at the Olympics. I didn't attempt to qualify for the diving events there," she said. "But I've watched some of the best divers in the world, and seen how their efforts were scored in competition. And I know enough to get a good feeling for your ability level, and to teach you the basics. But if any of you want to get serious about the diving events, you'll need someone else to coach you on that. To be honest, I only asked you kids to do some high dives as a way to get your mind off certain 'distractions'." She paused a moment, then added, "And... I also wanted to get you alone for a bit. I figured Lord Roderick wouldn't bother to accompany us to the lake shore." "Ummmm, why?" Farah asked suspiciously. "Well, I wanted your take on this 'scholarship program' you're in. Especially you girls. It seems a little, well, odd to me, all right? I mean, why train kids your age to be maids? And what's with the skimpy uniforms he has you girls wear?" Lilly asked nervously. "I mean, if a young adult woman wore an outfit like that where I come from, people would think... I mean, I'm not making any accusations, but... Do you know what the term "French Maid" commonly refers to?" "Oh sure!" Farah replied. "They cover that in our first week of maid training. They told us all about the 'sex fantasy' assumption that some people might make. But honestly, it's just a uniform. And heck, it covers more of us than the summer sun dresses our moms bought us back home. Look, they start us at age 10 to 12 so we can complete the 6 year apprenticeship program and then go on to college when we're 18. 12 is the official desired starting age, but in some financial hardship cases, like Remiel here, they start as young as 10. It used to be they would start with girls who were nearly at the end of high school. But the break between graduating from high school at 18 and then not starting college until they were maybe 22 to 24 made it harder for some of the girls to get back into 'school mode' and continue their educations." "Hummm, I guess that makes sense," Lilly said. "But why did \_you\_choose to come here? Do you like it here?" "We love it!" Kate replied. "Look, back home, by the time we graduated from high school, our family would have expected us to have a steady boyfriend, and by the time we finished college, if we went that far, we were expected to settle down and start making babies. What good would a college education do us, if we were spending all our time keeping house and changing diapers? Besides, most of the boys our age in our tribe were jerks. Here, we're getting paid pretty darned well, while we learn at least one decent job we can support ourselves with. And we get a full college scholarship out of it, as well as international travel. And we don't just get trained to make the beds and wash toilets." "Yeah, we learn all sorts of cool stuff here," Farah said. "We learn to cook like a 5-star chef. We learn everything there is about running a household, from ordering supplies for the family, to coordinating fancy social events. We learn to dance, and to sing or play an instrument, and how to hold an intelligent conversation with people that have college educations and high social positions. Some of the girls even get marriage proposals from rich guys rather than maid service contracts when they graduate! Our training makes us great wives or girlfriends for well-to-do guys. And the guys we meet here, at our employer's social gatherings, are quite a step up from the boys in our tribe back home." "And what about you, Remiel? What makes a boy agree to do 'girl's work'? I assume your uniform isn't the same dress that I've seen the girls wear?" Lilly asked. Remiel blushed, all too aware that he did, in fact, have several female maid uniforms hanging in his closet. "N-no ma'am. Us houseboys have a uniform, with pants an' a vest, an' even a dinner jacket for formal stuff. You'll see me in my uniform at dinner tonight, an' the girls in theirs. Its mostly the scholarship an' the athletic training I sighed up for. My family has a lot of kids, an' my Ma an' Pa couldn't afford to send most of us to college. I'm even gonna try to get at least one of my sisters to come here too. I really like it here, and I think they will too." "So... this is a place you'd approve your own sister coming to, Remiel? And you're all happy here, and well treated? Well, that puts my mind at ease," Lilly said. "It just seemed... strange. For a man in his 40's, like Lord Roderick, to surround himself with so many little girls. He... isn't married, is he? Was he ever?" "It's a tradition in the Roderick family, Ma'am. Lord Roderick's father was the one that invited the maid scholarship girls into his home, when his son was still a teenager. The elder Lord Roderick served in the military with Lord Karl von Bernerholdt, who was the founder of the maid scholarship program. His son, the current Lord Roderick, took over when his father passed away. He was 22 at the time," Farah replied. "Our Lord Roderick never married, no, but he does have several lady friends. He treats us all like his extended family, ma'am. Guess he doesn't feel like he needs to marry and start a family of his own, 'cause he has all of us maid scholarship kids to care for." "Okay, just one last question," Lilly said. "I kind of expected more resistance from him when I suggested we do some skinny dipping. I know casual nudity isn't a problem with most otter tribes, and I meant it when I said getting naked together should be a good cure for Remiel's arousal problem. But I was a little surprised that he already had been letting the three of you skinny dip in the pool, so close to his mansion. He doesn't... well... do anything that makes you kids feel... uncomfortable, does he? Like staring at you when you're skinny dipping?" "No ma'am. He's joined us a few times, and so have a bunch of the other maids here. But it's been no different than when our fathers or uncles would go swimming with us," Kate insisted. "He's a wonderful gentleman, ma'am, and he wouldn't dream of harming any of us. We're perfectly comfortable with being naked around him." "All right then," Lilly said. "Let's return to the pool and do some skinny dipping together, then." \=== "Ahhhh, they're getting undressed now," Lord Rodrick said, patting Miss Valerie on the head as she eagerly sucked on his cock. He looked admiringly through his telescope as Lilly peeled out of her swimsuit down by the pool, and the three children removed theirs. "That's a good girl, baby. Suck daddy's cock," he said encouragingly to the 13 year old mink girl who was kneeling topless in front of him and eagerly fingering her own slit with one hand. "Mummmm, you taste so good, daddy!" the child crooned, licking his length and then plunging his cock down her throat to the base. For the next hour, Valerie's 42 year old Master mostly kept his eye to the telescope as he watched the four otters cavorting naked in the pool, both to be sure that the three children behaved around their guest, and to see how Miss Singer behaved around them. He certainly didn't expect his guest to instigate any sexual play with her students, but he fantasized that she just might, as he slowly face fucked the little mink girl before him. He wondered if the athletic, college-aged otter girl liked older men. Her biographical information indicated only one romantic interest - a male sea otter a year older than herself, who attended the same college she did. He sighed and discarded the idea of seducing her. The 23 year old Olympic swimmer was a bit old for his tastes anyway, though he \_did\_occasionally make exceptions for adult women, as he did for his own 38 year old sister, Kellie Heer, when they mated with each other. Thinking of fucking his little sister reminded him that she and her family were overdue for a visit to his mansion. He would have to invite them to dinner some time soon, so he could fuck his sister again, and possibly see their two children, 12 year old Joan, and her 7 year old brother, Rowan. His niece and his nephew did not yet know that "Uncle Brian" was actually their father - that it was he, and not their mother's husband, Gustav - who had conceived them both, by fucking his sister while her husband watched their incestuous coupling and masturbated. Gustav, at 58, dearly loved having sex with his much younger wife and watching her fuck her brother. But he was quite infertile, even back when he married her, 17 years ago. So when his young wife wanted children, he was happy to allow her brother to impregnate her. Soon, Brian was certain, the children would learn the truth. But he had agreed to let his sister and her husband judge when the kids were mature enough to understand and accept it. And more importantly, when the children were old enough to keep a secret! Then maybe, once they knew, their kids could be welcomed into their parents bed as well! Miss Valerie's jaws were getting tired, after nearly an hour of sucking on the old squirrel's cock. She had already had two orgasms from her own masturbation, and she could sense her Master's climax was nearing. Both of her hands were soaked with her own slippery juices. She cupped his balls in one hand and with her other hand slipped a finger up the old guy's ass, seeking his prostate, and was rewarded with a gooey surge of thick sticky cum flooding her mouth. "Ohhhhh! Unghhh! Good girl!" Lord Roderick groaned. "Ohhhh, you're so good to your daddy!" Down by the pool, he could see that Miss Singer and the children were getting dressed again. Lord Roderick finished cumming down Miss Valerie's skillful young throat, and he dismissed the 13 year old mink as he got himself dressed again. \=== Bern, Switzerland: July 2, 2010 (Friday evening) The first week of Lilly Singer's stay at Lord Roderick's mansion was uneventful. On weekdays it was her habit to rise early and to go to bed early, and she spent much of her free time relaxing near the pool, with her laptop computer. Lord Roderick learned that she was using the computer primarily to keep up with her college summer session courses, some of which she was taking remotely while here for her internship. She also had long video chats with her boyfriend, to whom she seemed quite devoted. Each afternoon, she would be at the pool, training Remiel, Kate and Farah. Usually by midway through each session everyone was naked in the pool, but the kids reported to him that at no point did Miss Singer do anything sexually inappropriate while with them, and they, in turn, had behaved themselves while in her sight. This was not to say, however, that the college girl was entirely chaste, or monogamous with her distant boyfriend. Tonight at dinner, she had asked for recommendations for good nightclub to go to, particularly one that was good for young singles to mix and mingle at, and she had been dressed rather provocatively when she left. A few hours later, she called the mansion and informed the maid on duty that she would not be back until the morning. Lord Roderick was certain that the girl had met some strapping young local fellow, and was shacking up with him for the night. That suited Lord Roderick just fine. He gave his sister a call, and invited her and her husband to come over and spend the night. Since it was already after dinner, they left their children in the care of their own maids, and were at Lord Roderick's mansion in less than half an hour. Kellie Heer embraced her big brother as soon as she got out of their car, and kissed him passionately, while her husband turned the keys over to a bunny maid to park it for them. "She's missed you," Gustav said with a grin, quite enjoying the sight of his wife French kissing her brother in front of him. "The feeling is mutual. And one of my maids is quite eager to see you, as well," Lord Roderick said, shaking his brother in law's hand and gesturing to the door, where a young adult grey squirrel girl was waiting in a maid's uniform. The same height as Kellie Heer, she had a more curvy 38-28-38 figure and DD cup breasts which looked huge on her petite figure. "Miss Magda is 18, old enough now to suit your tastes, and she is quite eager to serve all three of us. I've just today had a long talk with her about incest, and she's okay with me fucking my sister. Her discretion can be trusted completely." "She does seem... compelling," Gustav admitted. "A recent graduate of your program?" "She still has two years to go," Lord Roderick said, taking his sister by the waist and leading them inside. "Started with us when she was 14. I'd originally hired her thinking she might be a good one for you to hire in a few more years. But she's become my assistant cook, and is quite likely to take Miss Francine's place in my permanent staff, when Francine retires. I assume you're still planning on hiring a new maid on your 20th wedding anniversary? I'll have two 17 year old girls available by then. They'll be almost 18, as I recall." "Yes, I suppose I can allow my husband to expand his harem on our 20th anniversary," Kellie replied. "As long as he allows you and I to try for another baby at that time, brother dear! I \_do\_want you to knock me up again, but not for a couple more years yet. Our son Rowan's been a bit of a handful of late, and even with three maids to help me, I'd just as soon not deal with a petulant 7 year old and an infant at the same time. I'm on the pill for now." Lord Roderick and Miss Magda led their guests directly to his bedroom suite. As they entered, he asked, "And what of Joan? Is she behaving well?" "Oh, she's been no trouble at all," Kellie replied. "None of the emotional outbursts or rebellion you might expect from a twelve year old girl. In fact, she is quite submissive and obedient." "Much like her mother, eh?" Lord Roderick replied, fastening a collar on his sister's neck an snapping a leash onto the ring on the collar. "And now, my Pet, remove your clothes, and show me how much you love your big brother!" "Yes, Master!" Kellie replied eagerly, as she began to slowly do a strip tease for her elder sibling. "Would Master Heer like to collar me as well?" Magda asked Gustav, offering him a leash and collar. "My Master has trained me in such games, and says you like submissive younger women. My safeword is 'Peaches'." "My safeword is 'broke', and I would be delighted to have you serve me," the 58 year old squirrel replied, taking the collar and fastening it on the 18 year old maid. "Keep your uniform on, for now, and get on your hands and knees. Remove your panties, if you are wearing any. I want to take you from behind, while I watch my wife fucking her brother." "Yes Master," Magda replied. She presented her rump to the guest and raised her tail, fingering her slit with one hand to moisten herself, though she was already rather wet with anticipation from the idea that she was about to watch her beloved Master in an incestuous mating with his sister. "So you only recently learned that your Master and his sister are lovers? You seem to be taking that news quite well," Gustav said, as he removed his own clothes and knelt behind the submissive teenage girl. "Have you ever partaken of incest yourself?" "Not I, my Master," the girl replied, with her eyes locked on Lord Roderick as he touched his sister intimately while she stripped for him seductively. She swallowed convulsively when Kellie got on all fours, just like Magda was, and raised her tail, submissively inviting her brother to mount her from behind. "I have a big brother, but I left home to become a maid when I was still too young for him to find me attractive, I guess. We never got intimate, to be sure. But several of the other maids here do freely admit to that forbidden pleasure, and I guess all of us here pretty much accept that it's okay, as long as no one is forced to do it. I know one girl here who says she has fucked her brother. And I know another girl that wants to fuck both of her parents. Her mom was a maid here herself, years ago, and they sent their daughter here to be trained, and will decide later if they will hire her to serve themselves or not. Then there's a pair of identical twin otter girls here that are lovers. I... I get turned on when I think of them in bed with each other, every night. But... this is the first time I ever got invited to watch someone fucking their brother or sister! Oh my God! They really are doing it, aren't they? My Master just put his cock in his sisters cunt!" Gustav thrust his cock deep into the maid at the same moment his brother in law thrust into his sister, then he sighed and said, "Ahhhh. Yes, he certainly is! Damn, I never get tired of watching my wife getting fucked by her brother! Sadly, I have no siblings or close cousins, and my infertility prevents me from breeding children who are truly mine to mate with. But I enjoyed incest and cuckolding as porn fantasies long before I met Kellie. When she admitted to me that her father had taken her virginity, and her brother was her favorite lover, it was like a dream come true. Getting to marry her, and being frequently cuckolded by her own brother while I watch them, has been the greatest pleasure of my life." "Gotta admit, I feel kinda jealous myself," Magda said, "I wish my\_brother loved \_me that completely. But I don't think I could ever be brave enough to try to seduce my big brother. I'd be too scared that he would reject me and turn away from me, if I tried. Or that our parents would find out, and disown us completely." "He might reject you. Or he might love to have the chance to mate with you," Lord Roderick said to his maid. "I think that most brothers have a secret crush on their sisters, though they often won't admit it, even to themselves. I count myself as \_very\_lucky that my sister loves me this much, to be sure." He humped harder and faster, pulling back on his sisters leash and groaning in pleasure as he unloaded his seed into her belly. "Ohhhh! Fill me up, big brother!" Kellie cried out. "I just love feeling you hot cum squirting deep inside me like that!" "Show me my handiwork," Lord Roderick commanded. "I want to see and taste my creamy load in my sister's sloppy cunt!" "Oh yes! Eat me out and make me cum, big brother!" Kellie cried, as she puled off her brother's cock and got on the edge of the bed on her back, with her legs parted wide. A pearly stream of her brother's cum could be seen slowly dribbling from her gaping cunt, before her brother closed in and began eagerly licking his own mess from his sister. Gustav groaned and unloaded his seed into Magda, then said. "Get beside my wife, and I'll eat you out too!" "Gladly Master! You sure know how to treat a girl right!" Magda said eagerly. "Kiss me while they eat us out," Kellie ordered the maid. "I love having an audience while my brother is making love to me!" "Thank you for including me, Lady Heer," Magda said, sighing with pleasure as she as kissed and eaten out at the same time. "You're welcome to join us again, any time we visit," Kellie said. "And I heard what you said, about your brother. I think it would be super hot if we could get him to visit you here, and watch you fucking him for the first time. Does he, or anyone else in your family, know they train you maids as courtesans?" "No one in my family knows that, no," Magda said, sighing happily as Gustav licked her sensitive clit. "They just know I'm getting a scholarship in return for working here for six years." Lord Roderick smiled as he rose up and thrust his cock into his sister again, and then he said, "It's an opportunity not to be missed. Fucking your sibling is incredibly enjoyable. I don't know anyone who has voluntarily tried incest and hasn't come out of the experience admitting that they enjoyed it, and want to do it again. Now I want to be very clear here that I am in no way ordering you to fuck your brother. But if you ever want to try it, simply invite him here to visit you, as my guest, and we'll see if we can bring him around to our way of thinking." "I'll... consider your offer, Master," Magda replied. "Perhaps. Let me think on that a while, before I decide." "Take all the time you like. You'll be here for at least two more years, and as long as you like if you become my next head cook. And if you should decide instead to work for my sister and her husband, I am certain they would be just as eager to accommodate your curiosity." "Absolutely," Gustav said, rising as his host had earlier, and thrusting his cock deep into the teenage maid's cunt again. "But for now, let us just enjoy each other's company. I think I'm good for at least two more rounds, before we retire for the night." \=== While their master was occupied for the night, Kate and Farah invited Remiel to their room for the evening. The three young otters could hardly keep their hands off each other, once they had complete privacy. "Oh! I've been wanting to have you go down on me all week, Remiel!" Kate said enthusiastically, as she lay back on her bed and pushed the younger boy's head down between her thighs. "I think Remmy's been wanting to go down on Miss Singer," Farah commented, getting on the bed behind Remiel and scooting her head under his crotch so she could take him into her mouth. "He's hardly taken his eyes off her this last week. And I don't think it's all been hero worship. Not with the tent he's been pitching in his shorts!" "Well, can ya blame me?" Remiel asked. "She certainly is\_pretty, an' she's the most amazing swimmer I've ever seen! And, well, seein' her naked, an' knowin' I \_can't fuck her, when I'm so used to playing with you two in the pool as well as in bed, has been kinda hard on me." "Yeah, I can see, how 'hard' it's been!" Farah said with a laugh, licking the length of Remiel's cock. "Don't worry. We're only a little jealous, is all. And we've been getting horny too, playing naked with you in the pool all week, and havin' ta' keep it clean because of our guest. But she's here to teach us, not fuck us! And you're right, she's amazing in the water. Dang, if I could hold my breath as well as she can, I could give you an entire BJ under water in the pool, and not come up for air until after you've cum!" "That sure would be fun to try," Remiel said. "But I really think we won't have a chance to fuck Miss Singer. I mean, think about what could happen to her career as an Olympic athlete if the press got wind of her havin' sex with kids! An' she doesn't know how private we are about that sorta stuff here. So even if she did wanna play with us in bed, she probably wouldn't risk tryin' it with us." "Yeah. And she said you're too young for her tastes anyway," Kate said. "On the other hand, next weekend's guest will be super special! Master said that he's gonna make sure Miss Singer is off on a skiing trip at Piz Gloria when Lord Karl von Bernerholdt comes to visit us! Last year we were too new to offer ourselves to him. But this year, I just might try it!" "Not me!" Farah declared. "He's way too big! Gretchen let him fuck her last year, an' he stretched her poor cunny out so much that any of us could stuff our whole fist into her cunt easily for the next week! I don't wanna get all stretched out and loose!" "Wow. I hadn't thought he could be that big," Remiel said. "I never met a Bernese Mountain Dog before. I know dogs are a bigger species than us otters, usually, but the dachshunds and corgis that I knew back home weren't all that huge. Did you... ever get to see his cock?" "Nope. But Gretchen described it to us," Farah said. "She said Lord Karl's cock was nearly a foot long, and as thick as your wrist, Remiel! And he has a knot that gets bigger than my fist when he's about to cum! Gretchen said she loved it, but that he's way bigger than our Master, so it hurt kinda bad too. She's been training special all the last week, lettin' Mister Carter fuck her, an' practicin' with stuffing big inflatable butt plugs into her cunny, so she can enjoy it more this time." "I haven't seen Mister Carter's cock either," Remiel said, thinking about the nearly six foot tall Badger who was Lord Roderick's chauffeur and bodyguard. "Master said that Mister Carter only likes girls, but that he helps train older maids to handle cocks that are bigger than our Master. Have... have either of you been fucked by him yet?" "Nope. Mister Carter prefers girls who are at least 14," Kate replied. "He fucks Gretchen sometimes, and Natalia, Magda and Mia. And I've heard he's been fucking Miss Valerie since she was ten, but only because Master ordered him to do it, as part of Valerie's training. Valerie's also the only other maid in training here who I know for sure has fucked Lord Karl. And yeah, Mister Carter has refused to fuck any of the houseboys, even if they dress up as girls. Peter was pretty upset about that, when he heard Valerie got fucked by Mister Carter on a regular basis, but that Mister Carter wouldn't have sex with Peter at all." Remiel sighed and said, "Oh well, I guess I couldn't get any special training myself to make me ready for Lord Karl then. But are you really gonna try it, Kate?" "Yeah, but I better ask Master if I can get that special training, if I'm gonna offer myself to him this time," Kate said. "Say, Remiel, maybe Mister Carter won't train you, but if you really wanna try to get fucked by Lord Karl, Farah and me could fuck your butt a whole lot this next week with our strap-on dildos. And I've heard Lord Karl likes maids that pretend they are doin' incest. So since my sis is too cowardly to try it, how about if you an' me pretend to be brother and sister for Lord Karl? Deal?" "I'm not bein' a coward! I just wana keep my cunny nice an' tight for our Master, and for Remmy here," Farah insisted. "But if you two wanna do that crazy stunt, I'll help you both to get ready for it!"
The Need For Relief(illustrated story) by Cheetahs	The Need for relief consumes even the most resilient of minds. Where will you be when it strikes? - Forward Note: In this collaborative project I did with my friend called The Secret Cave, Illarion, an anthro dragon with lofty aspirations reunites in a silent cove with his leviathan friend,	[ "Adult", "Anthro", "Aroused", "Artwork", "Ass", "Cock", "Cum", "Cumshot", "Deep Penetration", "Docking", "Domination/Submission", "Dragon", "Ejaculation", "Erection", "Feral", "Frotting", "Gay", "Gay Relationships", "Handjob", "Hard-On", "Humping", "Illustrated story", "Kinky", "Lust", "M/M", "M/M/M", "Male", "Masturbation", "Mating", "Messy", "Musk", "Naughty", "Non-Anthro", "Oral", "Orgasm", "Penetration", "Penis", "Seed", "Semi-NC", "Serpent", "Sex", "Size Difference", "Spooge", "Story", "Stretching", "Tail", "Teasing", "Threesome", "Voyeurism", "Wet", "Yiff", "art", "leviathan", "slit" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144529-the-need-for-relief-illustrated-story	Forward Note: In this collaborative project I did with my friend called The Secret Cave, Illarion, an anthro dragon with lofty aspirations reunites in a silent cove with his leviathan friend, Stormy, a sea serpent who is too submissive for his own good. Lucky for him, Illarion knows of a feral dragon nested in the nearby mountains, a creature whose need for relief might very well be the solution to everyone's problem. Special offer: Lots of YCH stories available for sale at: [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1144531](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1144531) Story is done by me, [![avatar?user=312237&character=0&clevel=2](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/avatar?user=312237&character=0&clevel=2) Cheetahs](https://cheetahs.sofurry.com/) Zarizav is: [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zarizav/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zarizav/) Stormy belongs to [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/totodice1/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/totodice1/) Illarion belongs to [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/talarath/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/talarath/) artwork is done by [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thesecretcave/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thesecretcave/) The Need for Relief (collaborative Illustrated story done with The Secret Cave ) Mist rolled over the fjords, brought by the brisk wind of late autumn. Illarion walked on the deserted banks of Duskspeaker gulf, his claws sinking into the frigid sand. Fishermen pulled their nets out of the water and retreated to the sheltered parts of the village, behind the Talonrest cliffs, to wait out the winter while sheltered from the harsh blizzards that would roll from the sea. Frost already dotted the barren crests of the peaks flanking the crescent-shaped gulf, the white death slowly but surely creeping over the stone behemoths. Though the chilling gusts ruffled the feathers lining the back of his neck and the base of his tail, Illarion found the cold a minor nuisance, easily forgettable among the peace and quiet of the twilight hours. The sun already disappeared behind the cliffs, its radiant streaks still coloring the distant horizon in a conflagration of fiery hues that gradually bruised into the soft violets of the evening. Stormy enjoyed the dusk as well. Illarion made it a habit to meet up with the leviathan during the last hour of sunlight, the mystical creature a more intelligent and reliable companion that what the gossip from his village made Stormy out to be. Though Illarion paid no attention to mere superstition, he initially had his doubts about Stormy. Why would a creature like himself live so close to a community of anthros? More so, what was his real motivation behind it? Stormy had made it known since their first meeting that he had nobody that he could call a mate, therefore the ocean was his to conquer. Illarion sped up his pace towards the Feathersong Cove, a secluded hollow hewn between jagged cliffs shadowed by the clumps of oaks growing at the top. Few of the villagers ventured into that barren, stony alcove, so Illarion appropriated the cove for the encounters with his new and mysterious friend. In a way, Illarion was a mystery himself. Being the only dragon flaunting the plumage of his mother, Illarion quickly became a gaping target for the children in the village, the little devils overly persistent in their attempts to touch--or worse--tug on his elegant plumes. Four thick feathers adorned his elbow, increasing in length towards the middle and shortening on the extremities. Darker greys dominated the tops, transitioning into a lighter shade near the base. His nape and tail feathers were speckled with the lighter, more lively pale grey that contrasted with the dark nuance of his straight horns and his piercing forest green eyes. White stripes adorned his shoulders and arms down to the elbow, completely disappearing into the resilient plates covering his neck, chest and belly and continuing down to the very tip of his tapered tail. While the rest of his body was an attractive mixture of various greys blending into each other, the scutes lining his avian feet were a dark, monotonous gray. The cove opened up ahead of him, linked to the narrow strip of beach by a tiny portion of dry land at which the frothing waves hungrily lapped at. Illarion hugged the smooth wall of the cliff towering above him, doing his best to keep his feet away from the frozen water. Once he made it to the other side, he spotted Stormy's sprawled form, a dejected look plastered on his bowed head. "What's the matter?" Illarion cut straight to the point, not one for small talk. The leviathan perked up in an instant, the slits within his golden eyes shrinking into thin lines. "Illarion, you're here..." His massive flippers stirred the colossal beast around, the dark claws tipping them quite intimidating in appearance, but much softer than expected, and quite dull from up-close. "Everybody's leaving the Duskspeaker gulf. They swim to the warmer southern islands to follow the prey like the simpletons they are. There is enough food in the ocean already, yet none listens to me on these matters." Illarion rubbed his chin in thought. At first, he wanted to tell Stormy the brutal truth, that his passive attitude wouldn't coerce anybody to stay with him behind for his sake. However, his crestfallen look, together with his splayed ears, stoked his sympathy for the lone creature who had tried--and failed--to find a mate since early summer. "Perhaps you should turn your attention to the land dwellers instead of seeking the affection of your kind." Stormy's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Land dwellers? But you're the only land dweller I know! Who could possibly wish to meet...me...?" His faltering tone emphasized his plight, that of a creature resigned with his fate. Unless Illarion intervened. What he said before was a shot in the dark, but the more he pondered upon his suggestion, the more it began to tempt him. His village, like every other village on this side of the ocean, had gained the trust of a resident dragon called Zarizav. Though Illarion had yet to visit his lair, the dragon's needs were the concern of everybody in the village, most notable food, furs, and various trinkets that Zarizav fancied enough to deprive the villagers of them. There was, of course, another need, one that people discussed with hushed, wary voices, and nobody had even given thought to quenching that particular desire. Nobody but Illarion. By securing Zarizav's prolonged alliance, he might actually have a shot at the position of mayor, and to finally be in charge of the welfare of his village. Yes. That might just work in the best interests of everybody. "There is a winged dragon," Illarion finally said. "He lives in a nearby cave granted to him by my people, and only leaves it to hunt and stretch his wings. He seldom visits the village because his search is of a more...intimate nature." The leviathan flicked his tail with growing interest, even though his head swerved left towards the menacing cliffs looming above him. "I'm grateful for your suggestion Illarion, but I...I've never been with a winged dragon, and never will." Illarion's jaws set firmly upon one another, his talons drawing soft furrows through the sand. He needed to convince Stormy to accept his proposition, for the sake of everybody involved in this situation. Besides, loathe as the leviathan was to admit it, he did enjoy a firm, authoritative approach, one that Zarizav could--and would--definitely employ. "You shouldn't pass an opportunity when it presents itself. Besides, Zarizav is a sensible dragon, one who is as calm and logical as I am. Should he prove too much to handle, I will simply step in and put an end to it all." Obvious relief flooded over Stormy's serpentine body, his coils loosening visibly. "Oh, thanks goodness. At first, I believed you wanted to..." his gaze fled Illarion, the leviathan unable to say that one word while looking Illarion in the eye. "To pair me up with him." That's exactly what you need, my dear friend, Illarion thought, but instead, he said, "Goodness gracious, where did that supposition come from? It is true that he's searching for a mate, but he is no mere beast to thrust himself into the first slit he finds." Oh yes he was. Pent-up and irascible, the dragon would surely get under the leviathan's tail first chance he got, and Stormy, try as he might to deny his impulses, would enjoy it more than anything. To further soothe his friend, Illarion strolled over to him, hands alighting on the sides of his angular muzzle to stroke the pebbly, light green scales. Stormy rumbled in delight, rubbing his cheek against Illarion's arm. "So...he's going to be our mutual friend, right? Meaning that it's going to be three of us to share this cove, weave tales, and simply enjoy each other's presence." A sly grin brightened Illarion's muzzle. "Yes. That is my exact intention." His gaze travelled along Stormy's sinuous body, taking clear notes of his size and features. Should the unpredictable happen, the leviathan might have to subdue Zarizav, and his sleek body inspired nothing but confidence. Even on land, his tail had surprising mobility and impossible strength thanks to the muscles strewn underneath that green and grey hide. It concerned Illarion that, unlike him, Stormy's plates only covered his neck, smoothing into a soft gray belly much too vulnerable to fangs and claws alike. Still, Stormy's best weapon was none other than his broad genital slit, the pink line marking its entrance much too tempting for a dragon who sought only release from the burden of his senses. A mere glance at that inviting crevice, and Zarizav would want nothing else but to spear right through it. "I shall leave you now, but know that I shall return before light fades. Oh and, try not to panic if Zarizav arrives here first. Unlike me, he has actual wings. Entertain him for me, will you?" Stormy gave him a weak nod in response, bringing his tail around to run his claws along his two-pronged tail tip. On the way to Zarizav's lair, Illarion mulled over the efficacy of his plan. At best, Zarizav's dominant personality played off Stormy's mellower one, the contrast between them exhilarating for both dragon and leviathan. On the other hand, Zarizav might quickly become irascible at the sound of such outlandish request, and thus make his displeasure known through means that might border on the extreme side of things. To Illarion, the gains outweighed the risks. Being a mayor meant more than just rank. He would abolish those nonsensical and unproductive traditions, keep the nets in the water until the first frost without worrying about the resident leviathan, forge a stronger pact with Zarizav and get the whole countryside rid of bandits through strategic, aerial ambushes. But first, he needed to get a proud and possibly aggressive dragon to hear the merits of his plan by capitalizing on the one need that a whole village failed to provide. The trail to Zarizav's lair was smoother and cleaner than Illarion expected, the hard packed ground flattened under the sheer weight of that scaly colossus. The mouth of the cavern looked none too impressive, its sides covered under a blanket of moss that began encroaching on the jagged edges. "What do you want?" A rich, deep, imposing voice greeted Illarion as soon as he set foot onto the slope leading into a darkening corridor. "I am here to offer you something," Illarion said, shuffling along the sheet of thickening ice covering the floor. His talons offered him a solid purchase on the slippery slab that never seemed to end, but the lack of stalagmites made his trek significantly more difficult. Why did the walls have to be so smooth, the ceiling so high, and this corridor so wide and uneven? What sort of creature would like to live in such icy, subterranean depths? "Leave it at the entrance and leave." "My offer is of a more exquisite nature, if you would but hear it." The rustle of wings caught Illarion's attention, along with the distinct scraping of claws sliding along ice. From the corner right in front of him appeared a massive head crowned with long, smoothly curved azure claws. Rows of pristine white teeth greeted Illarion, along with an icy glare on a dark background that unnerved him, to say the least. "Every offer that is relevant to my interests has already been heard and agreed upon. I wish to be disturbed no longer." The wall etched with swirly, icy patterns swallowed that imposing head, along with the small horn tipping his muzzle. A sane person would have turned tail and make for the entrance, but Illarion's stubbornness was only outmatched by his diplomacy and tact. With a nonchalant gait, he strolled into the dragon's lair, his feet switching to an arctic bear pelt to muffle the stinging needles prickling at his toes. "This disturbance is well worth the effort, as I have the one thing that not even a majestic dragon like you could find." One of Zarizav's glacial eyes remained fixated on Illarion as the dragon settled himself atop a pile of fur neatly arranged into a circular bed. The thicker pelts made up the base of his bed, while the thinner, softer ones were laid out on top to polish his azure plates to a resplendent aspect no doubt. His forepaws settled on top of another, ears held parallel to his horns in utmost nonchalance, wings folded tight to his back. The bladed tail tip stole Illarion's breath for a split second, its menacing aspect, combined with its reach waking up an irrational panic within his breast. "Speak." Now came the hard part. Illarion swallowed to wet his dry throat, then shifted a hand through the feathers covering his nape to put on a placid façade for the dragon. Anybody confronted with such an unnerving specimen would feel the prickly touch of icy dread within their limbs, and the frozen cave in which Zarizav made his lair added to the unnerving circumstances. "You have been spectacularly unsuccessful in your pursuit for a mate." Zarizav's claws pressed tighter against the furs, wings shifting upon his back with ominous intent. "Your noteworthy efforts are to be commended, and everybody in the village can attest to that. However, effort alone can not make up for the geographical location of your territory, namely its position. Dragons don't venture this far south, for the ocean is not the most hospitable place for your resplendent kind." "If you are here to fulfill the role of a scholar, then you will be sorely disappointed to find out that I have no need for your lectures." Zarizav emphasized his point with a rumbling growl, akin to an avalanche threatening to sweep Illarion away. "But you have need of relief," Illarion pointed out, stretching a hand forth in cordial invitation for Zarizav to accept his proposition. "I am a male myself, one whose hands are not nearly as soft as your paws," he mentioned in passing as he eyed the thick, light grey leather pads lining his feet, "One whose anatomy forbids me from taking myself in my mouth." "Enough!" Zarizav hissed, a chilling gust crashing against Illarion, forcing him to stumble back a step. The dragon lifted himself onto his fours, his gaze bearing down on Illarion with the authority of fate itself. "You have a way with words, little one, but reminding me of my perpetual solitude is the worst thing one can do." Illarion straightened his back, adopting his formal stance once again in spite of the frosty gusts leaving Zarizav's nostrils with every breath. "That is what I am here for. To put an end to your emotional turmoil." Though the dragon opened his maw to say something, he quickly snapped his jaws shut, cocking his head at Illarion's proposition. Yes. That was what he had been waiting for. That spark of longing in Zarizav's eyes, that distant, wistful gaze as he briefly recalled how it felt to mate another but his paw and maw. With the final piece of the puzzle fallen into its rightful place, Illarion explained to Zarizav who Stormy was, his predicament, along with his borderline desperate desire to mate with a strong, virile male before he would leave for the warmer climate of the southern islands. Sure, Illarion did not convey the full truth, but did he really have to? Sometimes, friendship required a stern approach to snap an idealistic leviathan out of his apathy. Given Stormy's pace of handling things, chances were that he would never find a mate due to his lax attitude, but Zarizav....Zarizav might just give him the proper push off his comfortable ledge and into the ocean of possibilities that awaited for him, should he but swim into it. Armed with the intimate knowledge of Stormy's personality, as well as Zarizav's crave for relief, Illarion kept his head high on the way back to the Feathersong Cove. Zarizav insisted to mull over his proposition before taking a decision, but the feathered dragon had no doubt that instinct triumphed over logic in Zarizav's case. To his great relief, Zarizav already flew to the cove, his dark silhouette standing out against the bleak browns of the sand and surrounding cliffs. To his growing horror, Illarion realized that Zarizav circled Stormy like a predator stalking his prey, the anxious leviathan twisting his head this way and that to keep a close watch on those unfurled wings and menacing tail tip. Though his stomach knotted due to nerves on his way to Stormy, Illarion chose to remain silent and let the two make their decisions. After all, his task merely required him to bring them together, and bring them together, he did. Of course, Illarion didn't quite expect such stiffness, such rigidity from Stormy, let alone Zarizav's intense, predatory gaze. They were supposed to be friends, yet all Zarizav had eyes for was the thin dash of pink marking Stormy's gender. The leviathan tensed up, his visible shudder rocking the entirety of his frame when Zarizav finally made his first move. His snout pushed Stormy's tail tip away to expose his genitals, flared nostrils taking in his sharp, delightful fragrance. His tongue followed suit to taste the ripe offering, an action so sudden Stormy yelped in fright. "Don't be so tense," Zarizav purred, satisfaction oozing from his smooth, cultivated voice. "I'm simply getting to know you." "This isn't the sort of greeting I am used to..." Stormy stammered, his desperate gaze finally settling on Illarion, those widened pupils begging him to put a stop to this nonsense. Yet Illarion couldn't do that, for Zarizav did nothing wrong. "It's considered a sign of affection among dragons to lick each other's vulnerable parts." Zarizav backed up his words with a tentative stroke along Stormy's slit, his tongue tip slithering inside to catch a stronger taste. "Actions define us, not words, and a tongue soothes everything." "I'm...not so sure about that..." Stormy whined, unaccustomed to being handled in such crude, visceral ways. Illarion's heart clenched at the sight of Stormy's wide eyes, at the panic written all over his face. He's simply licking your slit. Don't act so coy, you serpentine brat, Illarion thought, even though his hands balled into fists to restrain his desire to intervene. While Zarizav feasted on the leviathan's exposed slit, his black malehood slowly began to reveal itself, its growing girth a stark contrast with the blue plates of his belly. The bigger it grew, the further Illarion's stomach sank. What if Zarizav was simply too big for Stormy? His confidence in his plan began to falter with every thudding beat in his chest, the feathered dragon positive that something could go wrong in the blink of an eye. "You smell...mrr...so good," Zarizav grumbled with that smooth, imposing tone of his, his dark colored tongue lapping at Stormy's dainty entrance with broad, hungry strokes. The leviathan's tail coiled in around itself, whimpers of pleasure--or panic--creeping out of his half opened mouth. "I want more, little serpent." Without even waiting for Stormy's approval, Zarizav's paws latched onto the fins flanking Stormy's genital area, his thumbs prying open Stormy's entrance to reveal his fleshy depths. Illarion found it odd that his friend's erection had yet to show up. His own twin shafts began to peek out, stimulated by the lewd squelches of that nimble tongue, by the furrows lining the insides of Stormy's outstretched walls. "That looks tighter than I expected. Hrrr...will become even tighter once your little malehood shows itself." As if on cue, Zarizav pressed his snout against Stormy's slit, shoving his whole tongue inside the leviathan's private sanctuary. A sharp wail burst from his throat, interrupted by a rasping growl as he tried to wriggle himself free of Zarizav's hold. "Too...too fast," Stormy whimpered, his sweet, innocent voice drowned in the thunderous growl of Zarizav's emerging lust. "I think we should...get to know each other better before awwwwwrrrrrrr." A sly smirk appeared on the corner of Illarion's mouth, the victory he had been waiting all along heralded by Stormy's scrunched muzzle, by his half-lidded eyes that could barely cope with the pleasure provided by a tongue coiled around his malehood. Eager to taste the exotic creature, Zarizav suckled on Stormy's tapered, prehensile member, the leviathan's aqueous precum dribbling down his chin one droplet at a time. Just when Illarion thought that things finally settled between Stormy and Zarizav, the blue and black dragon spat out Stormy's half erect member, whipping his head back to unleash an earsplitting roar. Stormy trembled like an eel that was washed ashore, while an icy jolt shocked Illarion to his senses. What the bloody hell was he thinking? That was a wild, unpredictable dragon that he brought to his friend, and that roar sounded very much akin to the sort of possessive cry dragons bellowed once they found a worthy mate. To make it worse, Stormy's shaft already began creeping out of its den, the thinning tip wriggling around in search of a proper hole to plunge itself in. Instead, it was Zarizav who buried the wriggling flesh back from whence it came. The dragon unfurled its massive wings, their blue and black membrane casting the entirety of Stormy's form in their shadow. That bladed tail tip slammed down on top of Stormy's smoother and more elegant tail to hold it in place while Zarizav reared onto his hind legs, forelegs pressing onto Stormy's back to pin him down in that defenseless position while his massive shaft squeezed itself into Stormy's slit, along with the leviathan's own half-erect member. Illarion jaw dropped. His heart skipped a beat at what might very well be the most erotic, if perhaps a tad disturbing, moment of his life. Stormy would have protested, had he the voice to do so, but his friend was too busy screeching his throat raw from the sheer pleasure of being filled to the brim. Just like in Illarion's case, Stormy had never dreamed of being taken in quite this rough, abrupt way, to be so thoroughly claimed by the massive beast looming above him. The leviathan's sleek body quivered under Zarizav's slow, calculated thrusts, his mighty flippers lifting him off the ground ever so slowly so that he could push his slit against Zarizav, thus making his desire to be bred known. On his end, Zarizav simply seemed content to find himself lodged inside something else other than a paw or a maw, something tight, wet and shuddering which begged him to keep up the pace of the mating. Stormy's head jerked upwards at every thrust, knocking against the chin of the hissing dragon mounted atop him. "Stay put," Zarizav commanded, his claw tips squeezing tighter against Stormy's hide. "If...if you could but pull out for just a moment..." Zarizav responded to that request by hilting three quarters of himself into Stormy, his bulbous knot threatening to force itself in through the already overstretched vent, his lustful growl climbing an octave higher from that mere stroke. Every muscle in Illarion's body turned taut in panic at that. Unable to sit idle while his friend was forced to deal with a horny beast all by himself, the feathered dragon strolled over to the rocking pair, his gait made unnecessarily awkward by his bobbing members. He grabbed each of them in a hand to prevent their lurching motions and, once he reached Zarizav's privates, he eased a hand onto his knot to make sure that monstrous thing wouldn't go inside Stormy unless he specifically requested it. A massive shudder quaked Zarizav. The dragon swerved his head back to Illarion, snarling his full blown irritation at his interference. "Get your hand off me." "My hand is fine where it is," Illarion replied while holding Zarizav's chilling glare. The dragon must have seen something in his eyes, the burning determination to safeguard his serpentine friend, or perhaps Illarion's defiance simply puzzled a creature like him, accustomed to having things his way. Or maybe he simply enjoys my touch, Illarion thought. He had to admit that holding a winged dragon by the knot felt vastly empowering. Though rock-hard, that flesh was the most sensitive part of Zarizav's shaft, and from up close, it became increasingly apparent to Illarion that the bulbous base simply wouldn't fit into a slit already laden with two cocks. To help make things more enjoyable for Zarizav, Illarion cupped his knot between his palms, fondling it at first, then adding a gradual squeeze, the artificial pressure making Zarizav's limbs tremble from the sheer euphoria brought by a shrewd dragon's ministrations. Stormy no longer moaned. His tail completely coiled around Zarizav's, the leviathan's head now perked to receive Zarizav's licks upon his brow, his half-closed eyes glazed by pure bliss. One of Zarizav's hind paws found purchase on top of Stormy's back, the leviathan hoisting his muscular lower body several inches into the air to better accommodate Zarizav. Although Stormy barely took a dozen thrusts, his genital slit already leaked a constant stream of precum supplied by both of the mating partners. With his grip on Zarizav's knot secured, Illarion lowered himself onto the ground, positioning his groin right above Stormy's slit so that the trickle of precum pelted his two shafts. Lukewarm, translucent and more slippery than he expected, Illarion took a hand off Zarizav's knot smear the product of their arousal over both of his shafts, groaning in satisfaction at how good that film of lubrication felt on his vulnerable flesh. It felt delightfully taboo, to find himself in such privileged position. Most of the people in his village had yet to even catch a glimpse of Zarizav, let alone stay in his presence. Illarion achieved more than this. He stared right at the dragon's cock, his inflated knot inches above his head, his fluid-smeared shaft pumping itself in and out of Stormy with utter abandon. With every thrust, more dragon musk wafted past Stormy's trembling vent, the aromatic fragrance alluring in its exotic touch. Illarion couldn't help himself. He had to taste it, not only smell it, and a film of glistening precum already dressed most of Zarizav's cock. Surely he wouldn't mind a brief tongue stroke on his cock, right? "Rrrarrrr!" Zarizav protested, his tongue retreating into his mouth to paint a convincing snarl. "Keep your tongue where it belongs." Illarion chose to ignore the dragon's ominous warning as he continued lapping at his knot, curling his tongue around the meaty formations now and then while offering Zarizav sly, elegant glances from the corner of his eye. At first, Zarizav wished to further rebel against the demeaning act, but his snarl already waned, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. Being the stereotypical winged dragon, he must have expected every anthro to cower at the mere sight of him. Illarion not only defied him, but licked at that rigid, oversized shaft, the most private part a dragon like Zarizav could flaunt. No stranger had the right to touch such intimate part of his body, yet here they all were, for better or worse. Pleasure soon overrode Zarizav's aggression, his hiss becoming a deep, satisfied thrum. The toes of the hind paw propped atop Stormy began to knead at the leviathan's muscle, and his black tongue returned upon Stormy's muzzle to show his appreciation with such well-behaved, submissive mate. On his end, Stormy did his best to keep his louder moans in check. The poor thing must have feared that his early climax might upset his mate, but panic alone could not stem the euphoric tide that threatened to engulf the leviathan's senses. Feeling their climax approach from their scrunched muzzles, as well as Stormy's quivering vent, Illarion let go of Zarizav's knot, both hands clasped around his member, stroking them in the same rhythm imposed by Zarizav. The quicker and harder the dragon shoved himself inside Stormy, the heftier Illarion's strokes turned. From the two of them, Stormy was the first to give in. At the height of his peak, the leviathan lifted himself even higher into the air, his coils tightening visibly around Zarizav's tail base, his outstretched vent overtaken by visible spasms. His eyes screwed shut, a sharp yowl shooting past his half-opened maw, so sharp Illarion had to cover his ears for a moment. Zarizav's roar joined the climactic cacophony shortly, his eyes wide, hind leg skipping around as his balance wavered. At first, Illarion believed that Zarizav's orgasm hit him as hard as it did the leviathan, but the reason became apparent in the next second. Left with no room to grow, Stormy's half erect member popped out of his slit with such force it slapped Illarion's face full of thick, creamy, briny seed. In the same instant, the seed of both dragons exploded out of Stormy's genital vent, the extra room left by Zarizav's retreating member allowing Stormy's erection to finally develop. For Stormy, that must have felt truly wonderful. In Illarion's case, it meant a snout drenched in seed, with two still squirting cocks awkwardly draped all over his face, painting his chest white with their impressive load. While caught in that surreal moment, Illarion wanted nothing more than to experience the same pleasure that fettered the two in its clutches, rattling them to their very bone with its overpowering touch. With the musky scent of seed deep into his nostrils and its tangy musk fresh upon his tongue, Illarion required only a couple of strokes to shoot his own seed from both of his shafts, his orgasm so strong his vision began to flicker. That felt...dazzling. Illarion had no better word to describe this otherworldly experience, in which a leviathan's prehensile shaft wiggled against his muzzle while a dragon's enormous erection rested atop his shoulder, leaking its last few remnants of virility. His seed spent, Zarizav dismounted Stormy, his tongue rolling about his muzzle as he stared at his slit with a dreamy look. Illarion considered slapping his haunch and make an uncouth remark, but his afterglow left him too stiff, too satisfied to twitch as much as a finger. Bloody hell...did this end on a most surprising note! \\ \\\THE END\\\\\ End note: Surprising ending, wasn't it? My favorite part is where Zarizav stuffs back Stormy's cock from whence it came. 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Date Night by Sick Dragon	Red a rather girlish wolf, fur in a nice shade of his color stood before an apartment door nervously straightening, brushing, and tidying his uniform. Once groomed enough to calm his nerves slightly, the wolf tentatively reached out a paw and racked his knuckles across the dark hardwood door	[ "Collar", "Cum", "Dragon", "Gay", "Inflation", "Leash", "Love", "M/M", "M/pregnancy", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148429-date-night	Red a rather girlish wolf, fur in a nice shade of his color stood before an apartment door nervously straightening, brushing, and tidying his uniform. Once groomed enough to calm his nerves slightly, the wolf tentatively reached out a paw and racked his knuckles across the dark hardwood door several times. "I hope this is the right place." Sighing trying to ease himself some more, after several moments he racked his knuckles again. "Ohhhhh really hope this is the right place." sounds of large foot steps echoed on the other side of the door growing closer until a sharp flick of the dead bolt and the door swung wide open. In it stood a mountain of fully packed muscles covered in crimson scales, square chested, standing proudly before a set of tattered wings protruding from his back. Two red eyes starring warmly out from the black of his eyes pushed back after a squared snout with a septum ring in it, a long toothy smirk running the full length back, a pair of ebony horns curving down along the sides of his muzzle, right one busted off at the beginning of his jawline. He looked down at Red smiling happily, his form wrapped in a tight black shirt and denim blue jeans. "Hey, pup." His voice was deep, smooth, and alluring to the wolf who was still stuck on Ezekiel's mid rift to hear his words. "Hi." Was all Red managed to squeak out while being grabbed by the collars and pulled into a tight hug, feet dragging as he was pulled into the apartment, door locking behind the red wolf. "well, what did you have in mind?" The wolves tail swished, undoing and kicking off his boots, the dragon flicked his tail, evil smirk creeping across his muzzle. "I had a few ideas, first one being this." Zeke stepped into Red pressing him against the door, the wolfs pawed at the dragons solid chest. Both grinning and locking muzzles, Red wrapped a leg around the dragons hip, Zeke lifted the other leg up around his other, Red supported by his own weight against the door. "Missed me that badly huh?" The wolfs white and red tail wagged against Zeke's crotch and legs. "You bet your sweet ass I did." Snaking his tail up around Red's, scaly paws groping both red furred cheeks through his camo, the two stood snouts touching, Red giggled and locked muzzles, tongues in fierce combat, eventually breaking the embrace, paws draped around Zeke's neck. "Mmmm as nice as this is it was a long trip and I'd like to rest a bit before, so what else did you have in mind for the evening?" The pairs entangled tails swaying to and fro between their legs. "Well I've got a fully stocked fridge, how about a few drinks and some anime? say. . . . drink whenever there's an overused anime cliche?" Red laughed, "Ha sounds fun what anime?" Zeke smirked, "Hmm well I've got access to pretty much anything we could want, including Yugioh, but for the sake of a challenge, how about Fooly Cooly?" Zeke smirked. "Oh god, we're gonna be trashed." Red scoffed. "Haha exactly." The dragon chuckled walking off to the kitchen grabbing two beers, cracking them as he turned on the flat screen. After some time passed, several seasons of anime and a table top full of empty beer cans, the two eventually wound up on top of each other, the smaller wolf Red, laying flat atop his dragon. Head resting upon two solid scaly pectorals, cocked sideways towards the tv, a steady heartbeat in his ear. "Hmm, this is nice." He slipped the phrase through a drunken haze. "Sure is pup, could be nicer though." Zeke chuckled finishing his beer and crushing it over his dome, Red turned his head, chin resting on the rising and falling pile of scales, raising an eyebrow slyly at the grinning dragon. " Oh\~ how so?" Mischiveous smirk etching across his face. "Why don't you come here and fi-..." Red bolted forward, cutting Zeke off, locking muzzles and spreading his legs, straddling him. Zeke reached up behind his pillow, pulling out Red's collar and a black leather leash, slipping the small red loop around his neck clipping the leash while they kissed. Red murred into their lip lock, Zeke snickered back reaching down, unzipping his jeans freeing his quickly growing member, the nearly foot-long dragon hood sprang up, slapping Red's ass, resting between his tail and cheeks. "Was wondering when I was going to see him." The wolf chuckled reaching back, softly gripping the twitching member with a feminine paw, stroking slowly, Zeke let out an amused huff, smirking. "He's missed you too, now pants off pup." Red swished his soft furry tail against the fully erect piece of dragon meat, curling it around with every pass, teasing Ezekiel. "Yes daddy." He giggled, awkwardly raising a leg undoing his fatigues off down to the knee losing balance and falling forward flat on his dragon. "Here let me help." Zeke raised a knee between Red's legs, placing a foot paw in the still warm crotch of his pants, kicking them off completely this time. The now half nude red, re-straddled himself gripping Zeke's cock, raising himself up by the knees and lining the thick tip up with his hole, tip teasing the wolfs pucker then penetrating Reds hot clenching insides. Pleasurably, painfully he descended, moaning as inch after throbbing hot inch teased and raked over his insides, thickness keeping red's G-spot pressed firmly, Red got down to the last few inches and Zeke bucked, hilting inside the girlish wolf, hefty unspent dragon balls clapping against Reds ass cheeks, murring at his fullness, a belly bulge clearly visible even under his white t-shirt. Zeke wrapped the leash around his right fist several times, enjoying the wolf's warmth as he did, when the slack had been tightened up, the dragon grabbed both of Red's hips digging his claws in, pulling his dick back to the tip, ripping on the leash and re-hilting himself, picking a decent pace and fucking the wolf's ass out. "Unf Oh daddy, yes\~" Red called out, bouncing on the dragon's lap clenching down against the leaking pillar plowing his fertile backside, needy and leaking engorged wolf cock and balls bouncing against Zeke's abs, coating them in Red's pre, Zeke grunted, relentless in his thrusty assault of Red's hole. "Nnng, FUCK, you want my cum puppy? You want my treat?" The dragon spat lost in his own dominance. "Oh\~ yess\~ daddy breed me! Give me your seed, puppy wants his treat\~" Ezekiel growled, hefty draconic testicles pulling upward, the canines hole had worked him to orgasm, clenching and milking his cock as pent up lust had transformed into a pleasure laden euphoria that racked through him, spilling a barrage of hearty cum jets coating Red's ass with sticky warmth, his only course of action was to hang on and thrust through the mind numbing endorphin's racking through his body. The first feeling of warmth hitting his bowels was enough to set Red off, he howled as Zeke repeatedly pounded his prostate with a now spasming dragon dick, knees giving out he lay straddling Ezekiel twitching with a blind haziness over him, amidst a flurry of thrusts filling him with more and more dragon semen. Red's belly began distending, swelling like a jizz filled balloon, the flooding warmth was actually quite relaxing and soothing, almost extending Red's orgasm. Soon the two lay in the same position they had started, Red's swollen furry gut against Zeke's scaly abs, both enjoying a nice peaceful descent of post orgasm, Red's tail still plugged by a dragon's half chubbed shaft, slowly leaking the last bit of his sacks contents into his mate. Zeke nuzzled the smaller wolf smiling warmly, before pulling out and brushing him onto the couch. "S'cuse me baby." Red sat up resting his head on the back of the couch as the now nude dragon strolled by, half chub swinging proudly between his legs, watching him saunter down the hallway, entering and shutting the bedroom door behind him, a bright light flashed under the door then was replaced by a soft warm glow. Red's swollen belly rubbed against the couch cushion, he clenched his tail hole trying to keep the gift he'd been given inside him, he sat admiring how much Zeke had filled him. Red turned, looking up to find his mountain of scales watching him, leather leash wrapped around one fist pulled taught with the other. "Enjoying yourself hun?" Zeke smirked, grinning mischievously, Red's fur did a poor job of hiding him as his red muzzle went a slight pink, nodding at the question. "Good, now it's time for a walk." Clipping the leash on Red's collar, coily giving it a firm tug, motioning him off the couch onto his feet. "Yes daddy." He managed before stumbling, almost falling sideways onto the can ridden table, Zeke knelt and lunged forward catching the wolf mid fall, sweeping him off his feet up into his thick scaly arms. "Oh my\~ what a gentle dragon." Red slurred a bit, wrapping his arms around his neck, Zeke chuckled, sauntering down he hallway smiling happily, pregnant looking wolf in his arms. Leaning back on heel and kicking the bedroom door showed a simple room, bed on the right, computer, and a night stand littered with tall white burning candles, their soft glow revealing nerd swag and scorch marks over the half melted candle's. "Aww, I like how you lit them." Snickering at the slightly charred walls. "Shoosh you, I want to taste your hole." Reds face went bright pink, Zeke set the wolf down bending him over the bed's edge, running a sharp claw down Red's back, his white shirt splitting and falling off to his sides. "But the bottoms job is too. . ." Red began to protest futily, a determined dragon set on doing with him as he would. "Hush pup, and your too drunk to do anything. Besides, as good as you've been to me you've earned a treat." Ezekiel knelt behind him, gripping his tail base hiking it up, grabbing Red's left ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze over his rainbow paw print tattoo, spreading his ass part, glazed donut waiting to be eaten. The dragon licked his lips, hungirly eyeing the prize before diving into the wolfs ass, locking muzzles with Red's worn, puffy, cum covered hole, thick broad hot tongue penetrating, squirming and exploring lapping at every bit of dragon milk he could find, pulling it back into his maw and swallowing it before returning to search for more. Red moaned, instantly relaxing under Zeke's tongue bathing, the warm slippery invader welcomed as the wolf spread his legs, raising his ass, Zeke taking Red's cock in paw, stroking him firmly with an overhand grip. "Mmm yess \~ lick your pregnant pups hole." He cood, clenching down on the broad tongue as it darted, delved, and teased the wolfs tail hole, tracing the used pucker, expanding and slicking his inner walls at it fetched for more semen. A sudden volley of clenches followed by a spurt of pre-signalled that the pup was close. Ezekiel removed himself and standing behind Red. "Paws pup, Give'em to me." Red offered reaching both arms back as if being handcuffed behind his lower back, Ezekiel gripped both of them tightly with one set of claws, pulling Red's leash taught with the other, thrusting down to the hilt in Red's cum slicked clenching heat, hefty dragon balls slapping against the wolfs own. Red moaned, submitting completely and wholely to the fucking he was getting, standing on foot paws and raising his ass, wolf spreading his legs allowing Zeke to go even deeper with his thrusts, trying to hold back the swollen belly filled with cum he was carrying. Slap after slap, thrust after forceful thrust Zeke tore into Red's backside, flurried thrusts ramming a thick girthy dragon hood repeatedly over the wolfs prostate sending him into a blind haze, eyes rolling back as words slipped uncontrollably from his maw. "Oh god yes daddy! Breed me like a bitch in heat\~" The tail end of his sentence took an ascending tone as he cried out, his orgasm caught and took, sending the wolf into a flurry of spams and powerfully crushing orgasmic waves, knocking both his knees out from under him half suspended by tight leash and collar, lower half impaled on a pistoning dragon cock, most of his weight off the bed, cock pulsing and arching jets of wolf cum all over the bed. Red's spastic clenching sent Zeke into overdrive, hips bucking uncontrollably at his pups anus, rock solid cock rocking rapidly in his wet velvety depths. Soon erupting like a dormant volcano, emptying his balls completely, pumping Red's stomach with even more cum, expanding and causing it to swell outward even further, both wolf and dragon fell forward, collapsing atop one another. They lay together, spent, one empty, the other filled to the brim, both laying in jets of cum and afterglow, when he was able to Zeke wrapped an arm around Red, pulling him up onto the bed in front of him, draping a wing over his extra semen filled wolf. "You're gonna be a good mother." Zeke said nuzzling Red, wrapping an arm around his swollen belly, placing a paw over the wolfs, intertwining their fingers together and holding it in place on the wolfs stomach. Red reached back around gripping Ezekiel's neck nuzzling back into him. "With you as their father, I'm sure we'll be fine." He giggled, laying before his dragon, swollen, beautiful, and most certainly pregnant. "I love you Zeke." He said smiling, comment causing a smile to break rapidly across the dragon's muzzle. "I love you too Red." The two lay nuzzled into the other, happy, contented and slated . . . . for now, until they both eventually passed out in the sweet embrace of a loving mate.
Father and Son Bonding by chillpenguin2j5	After losing his wife, a wolf and his son end up growing closer over the years to deal with the pain. - A tall grey wolf of nineteen with a white t-shirt and tight blue jeans on was currently in the middle of unpacking boxes in his dorm room. 'This is it, my first day at college.' he thought with a	[ "Anal", "Bondage", "Crossdressing", "Cub", "Incest", "Pet Play", "Public", "Wolf", "Young" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150605-father-and-son-bonding	A tall grey wolf of nineteen with a white t-shirt and tight blue jeans on was currently in the middle of unpacking boxes in his dorm room. 'This is it, my first day at college.' he thought with a grin while eager to see what life would be like being independent, especially since he had been living most of his life with his dad here in town. He reached in and picked up a framed picture which showed himself when he was younger and was standing next to a more burly wolf of the same color who wore a red buttoned up shirt with the same colored pants who had with an arm around his shoulders. "Dad..." he muttered while staring at it and missing him a little. Ever since his mom left a while back, he and his dad had been real close. And I mean REAL close. He put it on his desk before hearing his phone go off and grabbed it from his pocket and answered. "Hello?" "Hey Danny, how's my boy." came a male's voice from the end. "Oh, hey dad." he smiled. "Alright, just unpacking." "Well that's good to hear. Listen, I know this might seem sudden and a little fast, but what say I take a trip over there?" Danny gulped and found himself nodding. "Alright, I don't have classes yet, I can show you around." "Sweet." spoke his dad with more eagerness than you'd expect. "I'll be there in half an hour." Danny ended the call and plopped down on his bed while having a good idea why his dad was coming by. Just the thought alone made his pants feel tighter while his ass tingled. He looked over at the picture and remembered how his relationship with his dad changed in the past nine years. (Flashback) Danny was walking down the hallway of his house when he stopped and looked into his parents room. There he saw his dad sitting on the bed while staring at his lap with a gloomy expression. A few days ago, his mom and his dad had a divorce and it hurt his dad deeply. So deep that most of the time he'd just stick to himself and not talk much. Feeling concern for his father's well being, Danny knocked on the side of the door. "Daddy? Are you alright?" The older wolf turned his head to see his 10 year old son. "Oh Danny. How you doing?" "Well I wanted to come by and see if you were alright." he replied walking over with concern. "Are you?" The adult wolf groaned, "I've been better honestly." he looked at the wall. "I hate feeling like this, and I probably seem like a loser to you, don't I?" Danny smiled as he shakes his head. "You're not a loser." he walked over and hugged his dad around the waist. "I miss mommy too, but I'm still here, and I'm not gonna leave daddy all alone." The wolf smiled as his son went and hugged him comfortably. He leaned down and hugged him back while patting Danny's back. "Thanks Danny, that means a lot." Danny smiled, "Um.. I'm sorry to ask but.." he paused a bit. "Why did mommy leave?" His father lost his smile and sat up before sighing. "You're a little young to understand, but let's just say it's something grown ups do together." Danny didn't understand it, but he nodded his head. "Ok daddy." he said. "Do you need anything?" "Well....another hug might help." Danny smiles as he hugs his father again. But this time he climbed onto his lap to hug him better. "Here you go daddy." The wolf smiled while relaxing and feeling better. But what he failed to remember was while he was he was in the middle of remembering the more intimates between him and his wife, causing him to get hard under his pants. Meaning the bulge in the middle of his legs was near his son's butt, but it seemed like he didn't notice it. The older wolf blushed at the realization, but just hopes his son doesn't move around too much. Sadly it wasn't meant to be as his son moved a little closer and rubbed his butt against the bulge without noticing. The dad blushes as he felt his son's rear rub his bulge. 'Oh man, I need to get him off. But...this actually feels good. I mean, I know I should be disgusted and get my son away from that spot, but then again....it might not be a bad idea to show him the joys of sex, just so he understands.' he tried telling himself at the end. He shakes his head. 'No.. no no I can't.' He lifted his son away. "Thanks Danny, I really appreciate it." "You're welcome. I'm going to make myself some cereal." He said as he got up and walked out the door. The older wolf watched him go and looked at the bulge and groaned. 'I can't believe I thought about those moments at this time.' he rubbed his head and stood up. 'I actually wanted to take my son then and there like I would my wife.' He shakes his head. "Maybe getting something to eat might clear my head." he headed out and went to the kitchen where he saw his son standing on his tiptoes trying to reach the top of the fridge, and found his eyes looking down at his boy's rump. Seeing the little gray tail swish left and right quickly made him blush a bit. "Come on, I'm close." muttered Danny trying to grab at the box while not noticing his dad behind him. Who stared at him for a moment before shaking his head and moving to get the box and handed it to Danny. "Thanks daddy." he beamed with an innocent smile. The wolf gulped seeing the smile and stared as Danny moved to the table with his cereal before he went back to the fridge for milk, all the while his dad looked at his butt with his bulge not getting smaller. 'It just looks so soft. I would like to rub it a bit.' Danny started pouring the milk into the bowl while seeing his dad stare and move over before sitting down in the chair he was gonna sit in before he was hoisted up and placed on the older wolf's laps. "Wh-whoa. Daddy don't surprise me like that." Danny said barely getting his hands off the bowl that he placed on the table. "Sorry, I just thought I'd give you a comfier spot then the chair." he smiled. "O-okay, just let me know beforehand. I nearly dropped my cereal." Danny pointed out. "Sure thing champ." he chuckled while Danny started eating his cereal and he started nuzzling his snout against his son's neck while rubbing his stomach. Danny was a little confused about what his dad was doing, but didn't ask him about it as he just continued eating. But the more he ate, the more his dad rubbed around his sides and he started feeling something rub against his butt. "Um... Daddy... what are you doing?" "Well remember what I said about things grownups do?" "Well yeah, I was confused, but I didn't ask since I thought it involved you." Danny said while feeling weird the more his dad rubbed him. "Well would you like to experience it first hand? I promise it'll be fun." "Um... sure if it's gonna be fun." Danny said, smiling unaware of what his father meant by fun. "Good to hear." he smiled before moving Danny closer to him while rubbing his bulge harder against Danny's bottom while he felt himself getting harder. "Do you feel that?" "Yeah but.. How are you poking me? You're still rubbing my stomach." Danny asked confused. "It's my dick." he smiled reaching down and spread Danny's legs open before grabbing the zipper to his pants and pulled it down before reaching in and fished his dick out which was rigid hard and made Danny stare in awe and curiosity. "Y-your dick?" he asked staring at it in confusion. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" "No, it's hard because I'm happy. And it's cause of you." he spoke while sliding his hands up Danny's shirt to rub his chest. "H-huh? M-me?" Danny asked confused and surprised that his dad's rubbing his chest. He let out a gasp and felt his face heat up while he could feel his own cock come to life a little under his shorts. "I-I'm feeling a little wierd down in my shorts." "That shows you like this, your cock gets hard when you're excited." spoek his dad before he felt his son's nipples get hard and started twirling his fingers around them which got a gasp out of his son. "That feel good?" "Um.. a little... but it feels kinda odd." he said before his shorts felt tighter and saw a bulge form in his shorts. "S-Should I take my penis out?" "That's a good idea." the older wolf reached down and pulled his son's shorts and underwear off and tossed them aside before seeing his panis standing up. "How's that feel now?" "Um... it feels nice." the pup said. He moved down to touch his penis and let out a moan from how sensitive it felt while he accidentally slid down a little and felt his penis touch his dad's which made him shiver. "I feel.. A little tingly inside... should we stop?" Danny asked his dad. "Nope, we need to keep going." he replied before reaching down and grasped his son's cock with two fingers and started rubbing it. Danny gasped as he let out a moan from the feeling as he just sat there and watched his dad rub his penis. "D-D-Daddy!" The male smiled as he moved one of his hands and rubbed his son's ear. This made him shudder and felt his son's cock get harder. "This feels even better, doesn't it?" "Y-yes!" he moans out as he adds. "I feel like I need to pee. I need to go to the bathroom." "That's not pee, it means you're gonna cum. Don't worry and go right ahead." "Uh..Uhh...AHHH!" Danny cried out as it shoots up, instead of yellow fluid, white fluid spewed out. It flew up and fell over his and his dad's cocks while he panted and was blown away at how relaxing that felt while he felt a little drained. "W....W....What....happened?" "You just had your first orgasm my son." his dad said rubbing Danny's head. "Or...gasm?" Danny got out while panting. "It's what happens when you spew cum from your penis." he patted Danny's head. "Now you're closer to being a grownup." "Y-you think so?" Danny asked, sounding a little happy. "Yup, but we're not done yet." "What else is there?" Danny asked. He got his answer when his dad moved his bowl aside a little bit before he was picked up and put on the table on all fours while feeling his dad rub his ass. Danny gasped out in surprise as he looks at his dad from behind. "Relax, I'm just gonna get you all ready back here." Danny was a little nervous, but tried to relax. It felt different the way his butt was rubbed and tensed up when he felt his dad's finger brush against his anus. "Wh-whoa." he got out in surprise, his body shuddering. "B-But daddy, that feels weird." "No need to be scared. Just relax." his father said. He pulled his finger back and leaned in before flicking his tongue against the spot. "Ahh!" Danny gasped as he felt a wet feeling back there. "Y-you licked me back there. B-but why?" "To help get you nice and lubed." chuckled his dad before spreading Danny's asscheeks before his tongue started moving against the anus faster. Danny gasped out again. 'This... this feels so weird.' he thought as he had a hard time staying calm with this. "Um.. are you sure this is the only way?" "A little." replied his father while squeezing Danny's ass while tasting his ass with a hum. 'I can't believe I'm really getting my son ready like this. And he's on all fours like a bitch. Damn it! I've come this far, might as well go all the way.' "It's just... I can't get use to all of this at one time." Danny admitted trembling a bit. "And it's dirty down there, isn't it?" "Not at all, it's nice and smooth." he growled out in a husky tone before moving his finger back and started pushing it into the puckered hole. "Ahhh! Daddy wait. That hurts!" Danny said wincing a bit. "Then let me help you." the older wolf reached down to his son's cock and gripped it before slowly rubbing it up and down. Danny gasped and let out a moan from the action. "H-hey, be easy." he got out shakingly. He felt the same good feeling from the rubbing while gritting his teeth as his dad started moving the finger back and forth. The father rubbed his son's cock slowly as he carefully moved his finger as well, wanting to give his son pleasure more than pain. He was amazed at how tight it felt just around his finger and felt himself get harder. Danny felt his body shudder and he thought about asking his dad to stop. But he felt his body beginning to relax and could only pant while stunned at how oddly good this felt. 'Plus Daddy's sounds happier, maybe I should just relax and let him.' Said wolf rubbed his son's dick faster while pulling his finger out. "Feel better Danny?" "Y-yeah, slightly." he answered before moaning out as he felt the same pressure come shooting out of his dick and onto the table. He panted as he felt weak in the limbs after that. "Alright, I think you're ready." smiled his father while pulling Danny closer with him still on the table while rubbing his stiff cock against his ass. "Now I'm gonna put my penis inside your cute little butt." "But....it's so big." spoke Danny while glancing at the size. "That's right, and it's gonna feel real good, so just take a deep breath while I put it in." Danny was feeling rather embarrassed about it, but nodded her head and took a deep breath. He started feeling the tip push against his anus and made him gasp before the cock was slowly pushed inside him. "Aaaiee! It's starting to hurt!" Danny cries out trying to fight back tears in his eyes. His dad stopped and reached down before grasping his son's cock and started to move his hand up and down. That made Danny moan as he started to relax a bit thanks to the rubbing. But when he felt the cock start moving back inside it made him gasp as he felt his anus slowly get stretched open. Danny felt another hand move to his chest and felt his nipples being rubbed softly. He gripped the table and started panting before his dad pulled back and pushed back in a little deeper than before. "How does it feel so far son?" he asked moving slowly. "It's...weird, but at the same time, snug." Danny moaned out. He grips the table every now and then to endure the jolt of pain. 'Daddy's penis is so big.' He felt his body get adjusted to his dad's size while his cock flopped with each thrust. "You're starting to like this." smirked the older wolf feeling his son's asshole start squeezing him with his dick getting harder. "It... It does feel kinda nice." Danny blushes in embarrassment. "Then let me make it feel even better." chuckled the wolf before he let go of Danny's dick and squeezed his ass before he started to pull back and slammed back in deeper and harder than before and started to pick up speed. "Nngghh!" Danny gasped out as he let out a moan in pleasure. "D-Daddy!" "You sound cute like that." he said rubbing his son's cheek. That made Danny blush while gasping as his father's cock was in far enough to where he could feel the large rounded part rubbing against his butt each time he went in. Danny moaned more as he let his tongue go limp in his mouth. "Hmm, I think it's time I really let you feel it all. Get ready son, I'm gonna stuff my knot in your tight hole." grunted his father while climbing on the table without stopping and started hammering into the pup harder and faster with a grunt. "Ahh!" he felt his body being forced on the table with his dad. "Wh- what's a knot?!" "It's that big part of the penis that feels really good when you touch it!" he growled before holding his son by the shoulders as he started to push his knot against the hole. Danny gasped when he felt a round object at his hole, "Wh-wait, I don't think it's gonna fit!" he got out quickly. "Of course it will." reassured his father as he groaned and felt it start to slowly slide in ."Fuck yeah!" Danny gritted his teeth at that, but when he felt the whole thing in, he cried out loud. 'It feels as big as a pear!' "Mmmm, I haven't had my knot in something this tight since you're mother!" growled the older wolf while feeling the hot ass hug all around him down there. "I-it's too big! It really hurts! P-please get it out! Get it out!" Danny cried out. "No can do. Once it gets in we have to wait for it to go down." replied his dad while rubbing his back. "Don't worry, I'm just about there." Danny winces from the pain, but relaxes from the rub. "O-okay." His father moved his cock back and forth some more before growling and held his son as close as possible before letting out a howl as his sperm came shooting into him with amazing force. Danny gasped and howled out as well as he shoots his sperm on the table. He was stunned at the hot sperm pouring into his rectum and fell face forward on the table while feeling more drained than ever. "So... warm." His father panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked down at his son. "Congratulations son, you're a grownup now." Danny smiled at the words. "Really? W-wow.." "Yup, and thanks again for being there for me." he smiled rubbing his son's head. "Of course. I want you to be happy again." he said. "Well I think I'm starting to feel happy already." he smiled while getting off the table before picking Danny up too with him still over his knot. "But first, I think it's time for bed." "Huh?" Danny asked as he looked at the time. "I didn't know it was late- huh? It's still morning." "True, but if we don't relax you'll pass out since this was your first time. Plus it'll give my knot some time to shrink down or you won't be able to get off it." "But-" Danny started. "Unless you want someone to come by the door and see you like this." he interrupted with a chuckle. "I don't think they'd like that too much." Danny blushes, "Alright then." "Oh, that reminds me. This sort of thing is something people usually do when they're older, so let's keep this our little secret, alright?" "Alright Daddy." he said. He kissed his son on the head before walking away and to his bedroom where he carefully slid under the sheets while laying on his side with Danny staying on him. "Good night Danny." "Good night Daddy. I love you." Danny said. "I love you too son." he smiled as they closed their eyes. (End flashback) 'That was quite new back then, but it felt good and daddy is happier now. So I think it was okay.' Danny thought. He walked near the park his college was at and noticed some kids playing. He smiled while chuckling to himself. 'And that wasn't even the end of it.' (Flashback at the park) Danny and his dad were at the park with the younger wolf playing with some kids. He and them were playing tag while his dad watched while on one of the benches who chuckled at their antics. 'Man, ever since Danny helped me, I've really been feeling better.' he thought looking at the clear blue skies. 'I know it was a lot to take at someone his age, but he's taking it well.' But when he looked at Danny he saw his son laugh innocently while he chased the kids and felt himself start to stare. 'He still has that innocent look on his face.' he cleared his throat before feeling his pants get a little tight and glanced down to see a bulge start to form. 'Just from the sight of my son's face.' He frowned and felt ashamed, which was ironic cause the idea of him and Danny going at it again did sound pretty exciting. 'But going at it in public is a bad idea, but I'm not sure I can keep it covered until we get home, plus he's just started playing with them too.' Danny laughed as he tagged one of the kids before seeing his father waving him over. "I'll be right back." Danny said as he went to his dad. "What is it daddy?" "Danny, I was wondering if you and me could go over there for a little bit. I need your help." replied the wolf pointing away from the playground. "Um... okay sure." He said and the two headed towards a tree surrounded by large bushes. "Sorry about this son, but I really need you to help me with this." his dad unzipped his pants and fished his cock out which was fully swollen. "D-daddy, someone's gonna see." spoke Danny in embarrassment as he stared at the cock as his dad leaned against the tree. "Relax, no one's gonna see." he smiled while moving closer with the tip rubbing against Danny's cheek. "Just open up and give it a nice lick." Danny looked around at the spot where other kids were playing and didn't see any of them looking before turning to his father's throbbing dick. "Alright...just a little." he moved over and closed his eyes before brushing his tongue against the side. Danny shudders as he felt a salty taste on the cock. "Like this?" The older wolf let out a growl in approval. "That's right, just like that." Danny nodded he started to lick it a little more for his dad. "Okay, I'll do my best." The father sighed and relaxed as his son licked across the sides while occasionally bushing against his knot. "Good boy Danny, I should have taught you how to do this sooner." That made the younger wolf blushes. "Um... that sounds embarrassing." "Just keep licking and try to suck on the tip too." He nods as he licks a bit faster from it. He moved near the tip and licked around it while feeling his dad groan in response. He takes a breath as he opens his mouth and took the tip in. "Oh yeah." groaned his dad feeling his son's mouth and held his head there. "Come on Danny, use your mouth and move it back and forth." Danny looked up at him as his dad started to move his head forward, getting more of his cock in his son's mouth. He tried relaxing while slowly licking around the tip which got his daddy to growl a little. 'I can smell the musky scent coming from the cock. It's so strong.' Danny thought as he licks. He started to relax and slowly move his mouth over more of the cock before gasping as he felt his dad start to move his cock back and forth in him faster. "H-hey, let me know beforehand." Danny muffles. "Sorry, but your mouth feels so good I can't help myself." He said lustfully as he pants. Danny tried to get a word out before feeling his mouth get even more stuffed with his dad's cock as he moved faster with his lips touching the knot. 'I can't speak if he continues to do this. I'll just have to wait for daddy to finish.' "Danny, I'm gonna cum any second!" Danny heard this and readies himself for it. He felt the hot sperm start shooting into his mouth, but due to how much there was his mouth was overflowing with it and he had to pull back and coughed while it dribbled from his mouth. "You... let out a lot." he said. "Well of course, your mouth was amazing." panted his dead while wiping the sweat from his head. "A lot tighter and hotter than your mom that's for sure." "Speaking of mom, what happened?" Danny asked. "Well....what say I tell you when you get older?" Danny was saddened at that, but nods his head. "When?" "Tell you what, if you ever manage to get into college, I'll tell you the whole story, how's that?" "Aww, no fair." Danny pouted at the answer. "Sorry kiddo, but that's what I'm offering." Danny sighs. "Fine." that's when he felt his shorts get tighter and blushed. "Um, daddy? I have to go to the bathroom." "Sure.. Now where is one?" the older wolf looked around before spotting one close by before pulling his pants back up. "There's one." "Thanks." Danny said as he started walking to it. "I'll come with." spoke his dad following. "Huh? You need to go too?" Danny asked. "In a way." (In the bathroom) "D-D-Daddy, I need to go pee." spoke Danny while he entered a stall with his dad right behind him who shut and locked the stall door. He crossed his legs feeling the urge to go building up. "I know, that's why I'm gonna help you." he crouched down and pulled Danny's shorts and underwear down before pulling his cock out through his zipper and held him up before leaning Danny against his chest while spreading his legs. "B-But I can't pee like this!" he cried out covering his eyes. "It's embarrassing!" "That's why your daddy's here." he chuckled reaching down to rub his son's cock which started to quickly grow hard while he reached down and rubbed his balls. "This here is to make sure you get it all out." Danny gasped and squirmed from the rubbing while seeing his penis start getting hard. "N-No." "Remember to relax and when you have to go, just let it all out." he smiled while nuzzling his son's neck. Danny blushes as he feels awkward at this position. The rubbing was making his cock really hard and he felt like he was gonna explode with how good it felt. 'J-just gotta let it out.' Danny thought as he tried to relax. He felt his cock twitch as his dad aimed it down and let out a moan as he felt his sperm shoot out mixed with his urine as it all landed in the toilet and he started feeling weak in his dad's hold. "Hah...Hah...Hah..." He panted from the release. "Feel better?" asked his dad. 'Y-yeah, but I'm tired." Danny said. "Then I guess that's enough playing for today. What say we head on home?" he suggested while setting Danny down and pulling his shorts back up before zipping his own pants up. He nods his head as he and his dad exited the bathroom. (End flashback) Danny chuckled at that memory. "Didn't expect dad to go for it with risk of discovery." Danny stated. He stopped at a nearby bench and took a spot while spreading his legs and couldn't help but chuckle at the position. 'I still remember how he loved me in between his legs.' He blushes as he recalled after four years had passed since his first and dad's kinks have... developed further. (Timeskip, Danny's age: 14) Danny was waking up from his sleep from having an... odd dream. He was older and didn't have any clothes on since he didn't need any while at home. He got up and yawned as he stretches. "Man, another erotic dream." he said. He headed out of his room and went down to the kitchen where he saw his dad reading the newspaper. "Morning dad." "Morning son. Sleep well?" he asked. "Yeah, it was alright." he replied before getting some cereal. "What day is it today? It slipped my mind." "Wednesday." "Oh yeah. Well I better get ready for school then." he said as he sat down with his bowl. "Well actually Danny I got some new stuff and I thought we could spend the day together." grinned his father with a lustful look in his eyes. Danny fully recognized the glint in his father's eyes. "I would love to, but I can't shirk my studies you know." "Come on now. It's okay to miss a day every now and then. And this one is gonna be much different than before." His dad said convincingly. "Don't you wanna try it out?" Danny ate his breakfast while thinking it over and did feel his dick twitch remembering his wet dream. "Well I suppose I could stay... if they got a call from my dad about me being too sick to come to school." "Already did it." he chuckled putting his paper down. Danny shakes his head in disbelief. "I should've known." "Now wait right there while I go get it." he stood up and walked out of the kitchen. Danny chuckled at his dad's antics. 'Sheesh, next thing I knew, he'll be wanting me to try out dresses next time.' that's when he felt a collar wrap around his neck with a click. "Huh? What the?" he got out looking down. He saw a leash attached to the collar which his dad held with a smile. "Um, dad? What's this for?" "It's the new stuff I bought." his dad said. "And today you'll be calling me master." U-uhh..." Danny paused to get this figured out. "Master?" "Ohohoho, already getting into it I see?" he asked petting Danny's head. "Good boy, now finish your meal and we can get started." Danny blushes a bit at that, but resumes eating. 'Well it doesn't sound bad so far.' His dad started unzipping his pants and pulled his dick out while reaching down and started rubbing him between the legs. Danny blushes at the teasing maneuver. "D-dad, wait until I finish." "First off it's master, and it's bad to talk back to your master." he replied in a commanding tone while lightly squeezing Danny's hard dick. Danny groans from the feeling, starting to struggle to eat. "Now listen to your master and finish your meal." Danny nods his head and resumes eating. But as he ate, he felt his dad slowly rub his cock. He takes breaths to keep himself from shaking and coughing up his food. 'Relax, don't let it get to you and he won't punish me.' Danny takes a deep breath and tried to eat as fast as he could. His dad noticed and smiled while reaching down and started giving the base of his cock a little squeeze. "M-Master... p-please not so much." Danny mutters, his hand shaking. "What? I'm just giving you a little squeeze." he replied while using his other hand to caress the tip. Danny groans as he tried to finish eating. 'Almost there.' he said seeing his bowl was low. His dad got an idea and moved his hand that was rubbing the base down to Danny's ass and moved it to where he started to push his middle finger upward. "Da-M-master!" Danny got out quickly. "C-can you hold off until I finish my breakfast?" "Nope, you have to keep eating while I do this." Danny whined as he tries to eat. He tried to eat faster while feeling his dick ache from the feeling and knowing at this rate he might blow. Seeing that there's only a small amount left, Danny lifted the bowl to his lips and proceeded to drink it down. But as he finished the milk he felt his cock start twitching. He cried out as he came onto the floor. His dad chuckled while his son panted and he held up his hand with his son's sperm on it. "Looks like someone made a mess on my hand." The younger wolf blushes from the info and the sight from the covered hand. "Uh..." "Lick it all clean." "B-but master.." Danny whined shaking his head in embarrassment. "Are you going against your master?" he asked in a firm tone. "I don't want to, but that's too embarrassing." Danny said. "Well if you don't, then I'll have to use all of this to loosen up your slutty hole and not give you any chances to leave my lap." "Uumm...." Danny paused. "So what's it gonna be?" Danny paused, 'So start licking or let him use it as lube for future pounding? Which one?' he thought. Despite knowing he might get fucked anyway, Danny opens his mouth and started licking the hand. "Good pet." Danny's tail wagged from the compliment. He licked up his seed while shuddering at the bitter taste it had to it. He soon got it cleaned, but kept licking regardless to make sure. "That's enough." Danny stopped and moved his head away. "You satisfied... Master?" "Not yet. Now I want you to go to your room and put on the clothes I laid on your bed." His dad moved away as Danny walked to his room. "Okay what's here?" "You'll see, and remember, put them on no matter what you think." Danny gulped. 'I got a bad feeling about this.' Danny thought as he entered his room. There on his bed was a bright pink dress with matching bow and shoes. The young wolf blushes from the sight of the lovely dress. 'Oh no, my feeling's right.' "Don't take too long." came his dad's voice. Danny doesn't want to, but he disrobed his clothes and proceeded to put the dress and accessories on. He sighed and slowly walked out with a blush. "Is... Is this good?" he asked softly. "Glad to see I got the right size, I thought it'd be too big." "Well.. It actually fits pretty well." Danny said beet red. "But why did you want me to wear this?" "Well I wanted to see if you would look cute in it." His father said stroking Danny's sides. "And I wasn't wrong on that." Danny blushed before getting picked up and set on his dad's lap again. "I was curious on what it'd be like to have a daughter, and you look adorable." Danny blushes harder. "T-t-thanks." he stutters. "C-can I take this off now?" "Nope." Danny sighs as he just sat there on his dad's lap. All the while his dad rubbed his head or back. "Well... I'm happy you like this. To be honest, it's quite nice." Danny stated starting to smile from the rubbing. 'Even though wearing girl's clothing is completely new to me.' Danny leans back on his father's chest a bit, "You mind if I lean back a bit?" "Not at all." Danny smiles as he looks at the clothes he's wearing. "When did you get this anyway? Looks a bit pricy too." "Well while you were at school last week I went downtown and had them specially made for you and said they were for my niece's birthday." Danny sighs at the excuse as he chuckles as well. "And the rest is easy to figure out then." the young wolf said. His father reached down and started rubbing his hands across the front part of the dress. Danny was confused at this, especially when his dad started rubbing his chest. "Uh.. Dad, what's this for?" his answer came when he started feeling his dad focus around the spots where his nipples were. He let out a slight gasp at the touch and felt his skin shiver. "Oh? Is someone feeling it from their sensitive little nipples?" "Um... I'm feeling something. A little weird though." he answered getting a little red on his face. The rubbing was making his nipples slowly start to get hard and the position was making his dick twitch under the dress. His dad chuckle, "Ahh, your nipples are hardening. Enjoying the treatment are we?" he asked nibbling his son's ear. "M-Maybe." gasped Danny from the nibbling while feeling his cock get harder. He tries to endure the pleasure by calming his mind to keep from shaking to tease his dad. "Think you can get me to moan louder?" "Of course." his dad pushed his fingers down where his nipples were and started swirling them around faster. Danny grunted from the feeling, but went to grip the dress for leverage. "I-I-Is that all?" His father smirked and went to start licking his son's neck softly, nipping it as well. He felt the nipples get harder and gave them a pinch. Danny let out a gasp at that and blushed harder as well. His cock rubbed against the dress while the bulge was clear as day. Danny let out a long moan in pleasure from the feeling. "Aw, does someone love me when I play with her nipples?" Danny blushes as he nods his head, moving to stroke his dad's sides. "Well then if you ask me nicely and properly, I'll make you feel even better." "C-can you help make this feel better Dad?" Danny asked kindly. "Ah ah, right now you're not my son, you're my horny little girl. And what do naughty little girls ask their fathers?" Danny blushes as he said. "Can you make this better Daddy?" he asked again in a softer tone this time. "Good girl." he reached down and unzipped his pants before his cock flopped out stiff as a rock and started rubbing it against his 'daughter's' ass. Danny gasped and moans from the rubbing. "D-Daddy." "Shh... just relax." his dad said as he lined the tip up before slowly pushing in. He groaned while Danny let out a moan feeling it slowly go into him. "D-daddy... It's so big." He let out a soft moan as he spoke, shuddering. "Aw, does my little girl like having her own father's cock in her tight little pussy?" "Y-yes Daddy. It feels so good." Danny spoke in a girly tone, nuzzling into his father's neck. "Give me more." "Will do." His dad started to thrust up in him in a steady pace. He started rubbing his 'daughter's' nipples again while feeling the hole get tighter. "Anything I can do for you Daddy?" Danny asked blissfully. "Nope, just relax and move your hips closer on daddy's lap." Danny moved his hips closer as his dad said and relaxed, moaning in pleasure as his dad thrusted inside. "This feels so good daddy." His dad chuckles as he rubs his 'daughter's' nipples in one hand and rubbed 'her' ass with the other. "Just think, if I cum inside I might get you all knocked up. Maybe I should make sure I pull out." "N-no Daddy. Don't!" He begged him. "Hmm, are you saying I should cum inside? But then you might get knocked up." he teased while moving his cock in deeper and faster. "I'm on the pill. So it's okay." he said to him. "Fill my pussy up with all your sperm!" "That's good, then get ready for my knot then." he said as it pressed against Danny. He growled as it slowly pushed up and got a yip out of his 'daughter'. Danny cried out as he felt the knot slide into him. "D-Daddy!" He cums and spills his seed on his dress. "Aw, did someone mess up their dress?" teased his father who didn't stop thrusting upwards. Danny blushes as his ears folded down in embarrassment. But that didn't stop him from moaning again and again the more he felt the cock move inside him. He howls when he cums a second time. "D-Daddy!" The older wolf howls as he cums in his 'daughter'. "So... warm." the younger wolf said. The sperm filled his ass in seconds with some slowly dripping out. Danny smiled as he licked under his dad's neck. "You enjoyed it?" he asked his dad. "Oh big time." Danny smiles as he groans from the knot inside his ass. "It'll be probably an half hour to an hour before we separate." "Then I guess you'll have to make yourself comfortable until then." "That won't be easy on the chair, but I'll manage dad." Danny said trying to relax. "And then after it gets smaller, I can help clean you up in a bath and scrub you everywhere till you're all nice and clean." "Preciate it." Danny said blushing. (Current time) Danny cleared his throat while crossing one leg over the other to make sure the bulge under his pants was hidden from recalling the details. He sighs as he checked the time. 'Alright, he should be showing up any second, I better head back so I can meet up with him.' He started to head back, but stops at a vending machine, purchasing a couple sodas. He opened his dorm room and headed inside. But just before he could open one he heard a knock at his door. He reaches the door and looked through the eyeglass. He saw his dad standing outside and who was looking at his watch. Danny unlocks the door and opened it for him. "Nice to see you dad." "Danny!" beamed the wolf walking over and pulling his son into a hug. "It's so good to see you again." Danny hugs him back chuckling. "Happy to see you." He pulled back and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, I know it hasn't been that long, but I already felt a little lonesome and just had to come on by. Getting set up alright? Anyone giving you grief?" "No, everything's fine." Danny smiled. "What about you? Not counting feeling lonesome. Doing okay?" "Yup, oh! I almost forgot my luggage." he moved back and brought in a small suitcase. "Didn't wanna forget this out there." he looked over Danny. "You been eating alright?" Danny nods his head, offering a soda. "Thanks." his dad took it and popped it open before he started guzzling it down in one gulp and let out a belch. "Heh, 'cuse me." "Gee, you were thirsty." He chuckled as he sat down. "Were you able to meet anyone? Tried dating someone else?" His dad sighed and shook his head. "Nah, honestly I haven't even tried online dating. All I got were porn sites with good looking woman, but they seemed too good to be true." He patted his dad's back, "Not to worry, you'll find someone, but you gotta try first." Danny said encouragingly. "I know, but right now talking about this is sort of....awkward. What say we finish these sodas and I can show you what I brought. I got a feeling you're gonna love it." Danny chuckled as he finishes his drink. "Alright, what do you got?" His dad smirked before picking it up on his lap and opened it with Danny's eyes widening. (Few minutes later) Danny's wrists were chained in front of him to his bed pots while he was on his bed and was wearing a leg spreader with his ass on clear display, a ring around his tail that had a chain attached to it which lead to some nipple clamps on his chest and had a ball gag muffling him while his dad was sliding a purple dildo in and out of his ass with a grin. Danny was squirming and twitching from all this. 'Okay, I seen all kinds of things before, but this is a lot.' He thought real impressed at this. "You have no idea how hard it was to find all this. But when I got it all together I knew I had to try it out on you as soon as possible." Danny made a muffled noise as he tried speaking. But the more his dad moved the toy in his ass, the more he moaned through it with his dick already hard. He squirmed and moaned louder, shuddering in pleasure as his tail wagged wildly. This of course pulled on the clamps and pulled on his nipples and made him arch his back in pleasure. "How's it feel to be tied up and unable to do anything? Having your ass played by your own father while getting hard?" asked his dad who started moving the dildo in and out faster. Danny groaned and squeezed his ass around the toy harder. "I bet you'd want this even more if someone snuck in and saw this, wouldn't you?" Danny blushes as he shakes his head side to side. "You say no, but this little hole says otherwise." his dad flipped a switch on the end which started making it vibrate. Danny moans louder from that, but still shakes his head no. The vibrations made his asss tingle and his cock start dripping precum on the sheets. He moans more and longer from the increasing pleasure. "In fact," his dad stood back and pulled his phone out before centering him with the camera and took a photo. "I think I'll keep this little picture when you're in class." Danny blushes more as he made a muffled howl as he cums. It spurted on the sheets while him moaning and his dad shaking his head before slowly pulling the toy out of his ass. Danny panted through the ball gag as he tries to catch his breath. "Looks like someone was actually wanting this." spoke his dad while seeing the asshole twitch and slowly pushed a finger inside. "But you came before the best part, so I'll have to punish you." "Huh?" he made a muffled sound of that, looking worried shaking his head. "Sorry son, but you know it's rude to cum before." smirked the wolf as he started moving the finger back and forth of the still tight hole. "Man, even after all the fun we've had this hole still stays nice and tight." Danny whimpers as he looks at him in a begging face, pleading his dad to forgive him and don't punish him, muffling constantly. His dad felt his dick get harder, which was standing up after he took his pants off, and started to slide a second finger in and rubbed all around the inside. Danny muffled, feeling himself submitting to the pleasure. "Oh! Nearly forgot." his dad kept moving his fingers in and out while reaching down and grabbed a collar before moving over his son and closed it around his neck. Danny whimpered submissively when he felt the collar. He felt his dad pull his fingers out of his ass and saw him undo the cuffs around his wrists before pulling his arms behind his back and put them back on and found him on his dad's lap with the dick rubbing up against his ass. Danny blushes as he looks at his dad's face who had lust in his eyes and a dominating grin. "Now to show you some much needed discipline." he reached down and helped his son move up a little before slowly moving him back down on his cock with a groan. The younger wolf groaning as his ass is stuffed with the cock. "Aw yeah, not fucking this ass really gets me pent up REAL quick." Danny nods his head, rubbing his dad's belly with his tail. Feeling the dick stuff his ass made his head nearly blank while his dad started to hold his hips and move his dick up and down inside him. Danny uses his legs to move up and down as well. His dad groaned from the tight feeling while reaching up and removed the ball gag. "So, how's it feel to have daddy's dick again?" "Ahh.. it's so thick and pulsating." Danny moans in pleasure. "Now tell me, were you getting horny before I got here?" Danny was wondering to deny it, but figure his dad could tell. "Y-yes.. I was." "Were you thinking back to all the fun times we had?" "Yes Dad." he answered. "Naughty boy." he smirked while slapping his son's ass. Danny moans as he looks at his dad. "Lay me down and fuck me like a beast." "Mmm, nope. You still need to be punished, and I'm gonna take you like this!" he started thrusting upwards faster while giving the chains attached to the nipple clamps a small tug. Danny groans from the actions "P-please daddy?" he begged whimpering. "Nope. Some other time maybe, unless you think since you're in college and on your own you don't need my cock and think we should stop." he replied in mock sadness while slowing down. "N-no!" he said quickly. "You sure? After all I wouldn't want this to interfere with your future." "Wh-what you mean?" "Well if we keep this up you'll never be able to find a girl and have a family. Course you'll have to leave me cold and alone, but that won't matter, right?" "Ngh.." Danny groans as he said that. "I wouldn't want that." "Well if you tell me what you really want, then I might feel better." Danny blushes as he knows there's no turning back whatever he says, but he want his dad to be happy no matter what. "W-Well, what if I finish school and live with you a little while longer?" he offered. "That way you'll be happy and not alone." Danny nuzzles his dad's head. "Oh? So you're fine staying with your dad longer? Even if we keep doing this?" he smirked while moving his cock up and down faster in his son's tight ass. "Yes! I'll get a good job and stay with you! Forever if you like. Just don't stop fucking me!" His dad growled and slammed in his son's ass harder. "Then I'll make sure you can't get off unless it's with your ass or being fucked like this. How's that sound? I'll even make sure you can't go a day without sucking up my sperm like the little slut you are." Danny moans from the words and nods his head eagerly in advance. "Please daddy! More!" His dad increased his pace as he started nibbling Danny's neck. He felt his cock start twitching and slammed his son down one last time before his sperm started gushing up into the ass with more force than last time. He moans from the familiar warmth, he nuzzle his dad's neck affectionately. "Oh yes daddy, it's all so good." His dad licks his neck, "Glad you enjoyed it." he reached down and gave his son's ass a firm squeeze. The younger wolf moans from the feeling. Then he thought about their promise. "Um...Dad. Why did mom leave us?" Danny asked looking at him. "Well she....she left with some guy and said I wasn't able to make her feel good enough in bed." "What?!" he asked surprised at that considering how his dad makes him feel. "But you're amazing at sex." "Everyone has different preferences Danny." his dad explained. "I wasn't energetic enough for her." "But your dick feels so good." Danny gave him a quick squeeze with his ass to prove his point. "Well don't worry son, I'm gonna make sure you feel like this all the time." He licks his dad's neck affectionately, growling low. "So what now?" "Simple. I fuck you over and over until you start classes before going home. But just remember to visit whenever you can." "Can we lay down first?" Danny asked hopefully. "Sure thing." His dad lay his son down carefully. "Comfy?" Danny nods his head. "You never plan on finding a woman do you?" Danny asked his dad. "Why would I need to do that when I have a sexy slut of a son?" he grinned before giving Danny's ass a squeeze. He blushes as he smiles. "How long do you want me around?" he asked feeling curious. "A LONG time." Danny blushes at that. "Would forever be more like it?" "Sounds perfect to me." His dad started thrusting a bit when he said that, causing Danny to moan slightly. 'I guess I'm technically dating dad now.' he thought. While the camera darkened it focused on the tag on his collar which read 'Daddy's bitch'.
My Slutty Valentine by Tayu	Just something short I whipped up the other day for Valentine's Day! If you want a story like this, consider joining my [Patreon](https://www.patreon.com/Tayu) ~~~~~~~~ Valentine's Day was fifth in the line of close Holidays for couples and friends to enjoy together since my breakup in early	[ "Age Play", "Anal", "Anatomically Correct", "Canine", "Doberman", "Dog", "Knot", "M/M", "Musk", "Oral", "Rough", "Sheath", "Sheath play", "Size Difference", "Wolf", "dirty talk", "dobie" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146069-my-slutty-valentine	Just something short I whipped up the other day for Valentine's Day! If you want a story like this, consider joining my [Patreon](https://www.patreon.com/Tayu) \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Valentine's Day was fifth in the line of close Holidays for couples and friends to enjoy together since my breakup in early October. Okay, maybe not as much for Halloween, but I'm bitter, jaded, and horny, so I'm counting it. I'd tried to find a way to keep myself occupied on Valentine's Day so I wouldn't do something stupid, but work was slow, my friends were mated and off celebrating, and I was alone. But not for long. I'd said I wasn't going to do anything stupid, but this was certainly pushing on questionable. I parked my car in the apartment complex and checked my "Liftr" app for the wolf's address I'd been talking to. This was the place. I opened up one of the pictures he'd sent me earlier in the night. An impressively large cock took up most of my phone's screen and I drooled inwardly. "Soon." I hopped out of my car and locked it behind me, walking towards the complex, checking his address once more. He was on the ground floor, first apartment on the right. I knocked on the door, heart racing. I didn't have long to get worked up and anxious because the door opened almost immediately. Fix, the large wolf in the doorway, stared at me for a split second before stepping aside. "Quinten, right?" I opened my muzzle to speak, but my throat was suddenly dry, and I ended up just coughing. "Y-yeah," "Cool," he said, closing the door behind me. All the lights were off in his apartment except for the soft glow of blue-ish light from around the corner. We didn't even make it that far. Fix had answered the door in a simple pair of grey sweats, no t-shirt. He had a little bit of a gut, but it looked good on him. I'd say he towered over me, but I was still waiting on a growth-spurt that was never likely to hit, so everyone did. I would be twenty-two in a few weeks, but if I could still pick out clothes from the kids section. Four foot, ten inches, but if you counted my ears when they perked up, I could be over five feet. Sadly, no one else counted ears. Fix pressed me against the wall right there in the entry and his muzzle lowered to nip at one of my black and brown ears. His chest rumbled approvingly as my paws found his hips and pulled him close. His bared stomach was warm and furry against stomach as he pulled my shirt up and off, dropping it to the side. I let out a soft, teasing whimper, flicking my ears as he nipped at them. "Such a cute little dobie boy," he husked, dragging claws down my chest. There was one advantage to being as short as I was, though. Some of the guys I was with thought it was hot to have a small, young teenager in their arms, and I could easily pass as one. Hell, you should see me trying to buy beer. I let out another faux whimper and shivered against him, fingers tracing through his fur. "M-mister wolf... just be careful," I whispered meekly. A large lump throbbed hard against my stomach and the blush on my cheeks was real this time. Fuck he felt huge through those sweats, and really liked it when I talked dirty to him. A growl ripped through his chest and he pushed on my shoulders until I sunk to my knees. Hips ground against my face, dragging that firm bulge to my muzzle and I could smell his musk through the cotton. "M-mister?" I asked, turning my head up towards his as if confused. Throb... Throb... "Just be a good kid and and I won't tell your parents," he rumbled, hooking his fingers on his sweats and tugging the waistband down beneath that thick bulge. The pictue of his cock didn't do it justice in person. That thick, veined member slapped up against my muzzle, clacking my teeth together in surprise. It throbbed up against his stomach and pulsed right in front of my nose and his musk flooded my senses. I throbbed in my shorts and pressed my muzzle in against his shaft, licking at the base of his sheath and teasing my tongue inide the furry pouch where I knew his knot had yet to grow. He growled appreciatively and kicked his sweats off his legs, spreading his thighs and dragging his sac up across my muzzle until they rested over my face. They were just as heavy, warm, and smelled divine. My tongue traced out across his taint, dragging up along the cleft of his ass, then back along to his balls. Pre was dripping down onto my forehead and I shivered between his legs. I had to hold onto his legs just to keep my paws from tearing my shorts off to get off right there. We had planned for this to be quick, though, so before I could lose myself in his scent completely, he pulled back and guided the tip of that thick cock to my lips. I gave it a dirty, sloppy kiss, tongue tracing over the head and along the thick vein underneath before my lips parted around the head. I lowered my muzzle down over the length as he pushed in against my tongue. He had a strong, virile taste and his pre pooled on my tongue, forcing me to swallow to keep up. My mouth watered and I let out a needy whine, not even remotely forced. I wanted this as much as he did, if not more. The fur around my trapped sheath was becoming increasinly damp as I leaked happily. Deepthroating him was difficult, and I gagged when he ground his cock against the back of my throat, my nose pressed firmly into his crotch. I dug my claws into his thighs, panting through my nose when he'd bottom out against my throat, balls slapping my chin. His knot was starting to inflate and stretch my muzzle wider, and we both had the presence of mind to ease my muzzle back from that thick knob of flesh before there was any real danger. His paws gripped my ears and pulled me against his cock as he began humping lightly. His chest was rumbling happily and I could hear him whispering dirty little nothings about how good a boy I was. His apartment was a bit warmer than I generally kept mine, and as a result I could feel sweat running down his fur in small trickles, occasionally dripping onto me below. I'd given up trying to swallow around his shaft, and pre was running from the corners of my mouth as my tongue darted out to lap along the thick veins. His breathing was ragged and picking up speed and I knew he was close. With a sudden snarl he pushed in hard against my muzzle and I could feel his knot pulsing against my lips. Strong, lupine cum flooded my muzzle and I choked, spitting it back up against his knot and out of my maw. He pulled away and another blast filled my mouth to the brim. His paw squeezed the angry knot at the base and my eyes, now adjusted to the dark, saw his slit part as another streak of cum painted my cheek and then over the bridge of my short, dobie muzzle. He gasped out in pleasure, milking the last of his cum across my nose. "Fuck... get up. Lose your shorts," he growled dominantly. He didn't even have to ask. I was on my feet, shorts on the floor, and my chest against his wall. My nub of a tail was wagging in anticipation and I hoped that the stretching I'd done earlier in the day would be enough for him. The tapered tip of his cock pressed in against my hole and shoved in until his knot was at my entrance. Between the force of his thrust, and my lack of body weight, I was practically lifted off the ground by his cock. My own throbbed between my legs, knot trapped in my brown sheath and thumping in time with my heart. God it hurt, but in that painful, burning way a good exercise does. I cried out and one of his paws clamped down over my muzzle, silencing me. "Ssh, you wouldn't... want your parents to find out," he growled, grinding that thick knot to my hole. "Would you?" Throb... Throb... This time it was my cock pulsing at the dirty talk. His warm gut was pinning me to the wall and his cock filled me in all the right spots. I panted through my nose, a soft whine barely making it past his muzzle. His hips drew back and thrust forward hard enough to thump me against the wall. After a couple of those hard, deep thrusts, I briefly wondered if the wall would be able to survive the hard pounding. He was picking up a slow, steady rhythm. One paw holding my muzzle shut while the other gripped my shoulder. That thick length slammed into me a few times, knot threatening to Kool-Air through my stretched hole. I had to feel it inside me. I squeezed down on his length and then relaxed as best I could manage. I timed out his thrusts and on one particularly deep thrust, I relaxed and let all my weight fall down against his knot. The thick fist-sized lump bashed through and locked us together. It was enough to send me toppling over the edge and I let out a strangled bark beneath his paw. My knot was trapped painfully in my sheath, but that didn't stop my cock from spitting rope after rope of dobie cum against the entry wall. My legs shook and it was all I could do to keep from digging my claws into his wall. His hips tugged back and forth a couple times, dragging my hips along with now joined at his knot. Half a minute later and my V-Day hookup was white-washing my insides with hot seed. Some of his seed was dripping back from around the thick bulb and I could feel the small rivulets running down the inside of my thighs. I was panting up a storm from under his paw and when he released my muzzle I took a much needed breath. His chest was thumping hard and I could feel his sweat against my back. "Damn," he whispered, clearing his throat afterwards. He might not have been the best with words, but damn if he wasn't a fine catch all the same. My lips curled up at the sides and I squeezed my passage down on his knot, earning a moan from us both. "Thanks for the good time," I said, reaching back to pat his flank as he hugged me from behind. He nibbled on one of my ears and his cock pulsed up under my nub of a tail. "Mmm, you too. Maybe again sometime when there's more time," he said. One of his big paws pressed on the small of my back, and the other on my ass. A firm tug backwards yanked his knot from my hole and I winced in pain. It was worth it, though. There wasn't much more to say, and I collected my shirt, tugged my shorts back up, and slipped out the front door. His cum was still running down the backs of my thighs as I walked to my car, tugging my shirt back on over my head. Turns out you don't need to have a boyfriend to enjoy Valentine's Day.
59- The Warmth of Companionship by Kajex Surnahm	#59 of Star Wars: Path of the Sentinel Syrra's sister, Alisya, is finally released to relay news to their mother- meanwhile, there's a union to celebrate, and what better way for the Sentinel and Padawan to do that than with hot chocolate (and sex)? - _ **"Against the cold backdrop of conflict,	[ "Alcohol", "Amaran", "Bittersweet", "Blowjob", "Cougar", "Cowgirl", "Creampie", "Cuddling", "Cum", "Cunnilingus", "Dancing", "Deep Throat", "Erotic dancing", "Family", "Feline", "Fondling", "Fox", "Interspecies", "Kanj'Isha", "Kissing", "Knot", "Knotting", "Love", "Lupine", "M/F", "Oral", "Public", "Sex", "Sheath", "Star Wars", "Straight", "The Force", "Trianii", "Vaginal", "Vulpine", "Wolf", "caught", "cum in pussy", "cum inside", "jedi", "marriage", "performance", "tavern", "wedding" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152409-59-the-warmth-of-companionship	\_ "Against the cold backdrop of conflict, danger and darkness, it is comforting to know there are still sparks of light in the universe to draw warmth from." \_ \~ Jedi Master Dahl It had been a week since the assassination attempt on Kajex and the battle between the Gold Rush pack and Bast's hand-picked enforcers. Though Syrra's sister, Alisya, had recovered and was at full health by the following morning (largely in part due to the Padawan's exceptional healing skills augmented by her Healing Crystal of Fire), the lead assassin had not left with the other 8. Part of the delay had much to do with Syrra wanting to catch up with her sibling in a way that demonstrated she was not angry with her; though more pressing was that she was just as interested to learn as much as she could about her blood-mother's Force sensitivity, and if any of her other siblings possessed it. Alisya's response was that she had no reason to believe that they were; but that she could also not discount the idea easily, either. This only made Syrra more concerned than comforted. Hearing that her blood-mother had been Force-sensitive had been a shock to Syrra, one that still made her head buzz the more she thought about it. Bast had attempted to groom her, mold her to follow in her own footsteps as a politician of noble birth. No expense had been spared in trying to get her to follow that path, with thousands of credits spent towards political lessons that Syrra had largely ignored out of boredom; personal trainers to teach her proper etiquette and a better grasp in speaking, reading and writing Basic; as well as all manner of clothing and jewelry, all of which had been left behind when the Padawan had pursued her primary dream of becoming a Trianii Ranger, then completely abandoned when she sold most of her belongings, saved the credits, and begged her mother to study the ways of the Jedi. When Bast had granted her this request on the condition that she return to Ekibo once she was knighted, Syrra believed it had been out of political pragmatism- a way for the Trianii to connect with the New Republic. Yet now Syrra felt alarm for how things had progressed for so long. The fact that Bast had been able to use the Force was in itself was one thing; but why she had not bothered to train Syrra in it, much less admit her abilities when it had been Syrra's deepest desire, had been confusing- until Alisya provided a possible explanation. She suggested that Bast had viewed her as too weak to endure the training Alisya had undergone, the older sister having started when she was 14 years of age. It made sense, as Syrra considered her to be the model of a Trianii woman, with a form and build that were standard for her kind, as tall as Kajex with a competing musculature- whereas Syrra remained the runt of the family. But when she had revealed that she'd been secretly training with her aunt Atuarre for nearly a decade, Bast's opinions had started to change; when Syrra had successfully joined the Trianii Rangers, the Matriarch started to take her seriously. Had Syrra stayed on Ekibo any longer, Bast would likely have started training her as well. The thought terrified her- not least because now Syrra had to wonder about the true nature of her family. Iaora had told her once that her father had accepted Bast's hand in union out of political pragmatism; yet now Syrra shuddered at the possibility that her own father might have been controlled through the Force. With Alisya showing possible reception to words other than the Bast's, the Padawan feared that her blood-mother might well be powerful enough to hold mental sway over others, whether consciously or unconsciously. Master Skywalker had told them once that his sister, Leia Organa, was adamant against finding out who their mother was after learning their father had been a Sith Lord, and now Syrra had a pretty good idea why- the idea of one parent forcing another into a relationship was frightening. The extent of Bast's ability to use Force, however, was unknown to them. Alisya could not provide a clear measure of how powerful Bast was, beyond stating that she was at least a capable duelist, was adept enough at telekinesis, and was capable of drawing slim amounts of knowledge from those around her. This alarmed both Syrra and Kajex, who were certain that this might be used against them or Alisya. So after having talked it over with both of them, Kajex had recommended an idea to ensure that Bast would be none the wiser as to the discussion that had taken place after the battle. Once again, the Sentinel and his twin had set towards educating others- only this time, they had one temporary student extra. There was only one thing they needed before she was ready to leave. The week had ended, and now the older Trianii sister was knelt in the middle of the training mat, her eyes glancing towards Kajex. Even after a week of training, it was apparent to the wolf that there was very limited amount of trust on her end, which only persisted due to Syrra's insistence. Though he had yet to say it aloud, he hoped that what was going to happen next would not demolish that trust. To his right was Locke, his arms crossed as he maintained a silent vigil near the cockpit hall; to his left, Keris, watching Master Moarn as he stood behind the knelt Trianii, a worried look on his face as his eyes fell on the younger Trianii in front of Alisya. Syrra had insisted she monitor the final test, and had appealed directly to Master Moarn for him to administer it. Everyone, even Alisya, had agreed to Kajex's assessment that the situation was potentially dangerous. With no way to know how skilled Bast was in the ways of the Force, it would fall upon them to ensure that the discussion they had shared the night of the assassination attempt would remain as much a secret as possible. To that end, they had all staged an act for the rest of the injured assassins, stating they would spare their lives, replacing their limbs with cybernetics shortly before releasing them; but they'd also stated they would be interrogating their leader. And while they had not committed any cruelty to Alisya, they would need to shroud certain things the Trianii assassin had learned from Syrra and the rest of the pack. "You are certain that this is what you wish me to do, Padawan?" Syrra looked up and smiled. "It's alright, Master Moarn. We wouldn't be asking this from you if we didn't trust you." She paused, looking back at her sibling. "This is my sister- regardless of any quarrel we have, I wouldn't wish any harm on her. I trust you won't hurt her. I know you won't." Alisya shuddered. "Will this be painful in any degree?" Moarn sighed, looking hesitant. "Jedi are discouraged from causing any undue pain, and probing into the minds of others is only ever done if the need is great. I am well-trained in the practice, enough that I will not cause you any pain- but the invasiveness may be perceived as... uncomfortable." "Then let us hope your... fiancee... has done his best to train me," Alisya remarked, peering at the Kanj'Isha through narrowed eyes. Despite the look of suspicion, Kajex managed to smile back. "You did well enough during the mental exercises- you caught on as quickly as Syrra and my brother did. The trick here is to apply the process while looking as natural as possible. Just keep your breathing normal and your mind focused on the forged memories we developed, and you'll be fine." "I confess I still don't understand how this will work," the Trianii muttered. "Think of it as a conduit of energy, or a river- it'll flow in one direction naturally or artificially, but you can still alter the course of its flow, bypassing sections or even redirecting it wherever you need it to go," Kajex explained. "That's why we spent part of the week acting as if we were questioning you, so you can use that as a focusing point that the Matriarch will read, rather than what actually happened." "You are asking me to betray my mother's trust by lying to her," she said coldly. "We're asking you to help keep everyone safe," Kajex countered gently. "There's no way to hide the fact that Syrra and I are engaged anymore, but it'd be easier if we could just smooth things over with her. I can deal with her sending hunters in my direction for the rest of my life if I have to, but what if next time she doesn't send you? What if she sends someone adept at killing Jedi, like the Crimson Nova or a reactivated Jedi assassin droid? It could end up being someone who doesn't care if Syrra is hurt or not, if she happens to get in the way." "Mother would never do that," she hissed, looking angered by the idea. "You nearly lost control to the dark side and tried to kill me," Syrra responded softly, the words seeming to cow her older sister in shame as she looked away. "You came back, thank the Force, but by now you should be well-aware that I will fight by my mate's side, and die for him if necessary- regardless of what Bast wants. He would do the same for me. We need to let her know that- but I also want to keep you safe from her for having lost control." Alisya said nothing for a few moments, her paws clenched in her lap as she seemed to mull over these words. Kajex used the pause to follow up. "Also bear in mind that Bast doesn't know about Rexxis and his pack, and I'd like for it to be kept that way. Your team attempted to rig my ship with explosives, and I'm sure you wouldn't have done that if you'd known there were innocent people onboard. I can't take the chance that the next person to put me in their crosshairs might not do the same- they very well might. By doing this, you might very well help in keeping the only active members of Locke's and my species safe. They shouldn't have to be in the line of fire just because Syrra and I fell in love." "I suppose you'll also want to conceal my sister's attraction to the same sex as well," Alisya added dully. Kajex nodded, smirking at his fiancee as she blushed furiously (though made no attempt to hide her shy smile). "The rest of your assassins might've heard Keris calling your sister her girlfriend, but any means of twisting it around so that it seems innocuous instead would definitely help. Hopefully you agree that what we staged earlier was a facet of how we'd really treat you, and that it might go some way towards smoothing things over with Bast. I'm hoping she can at least be a reasonable person- there doesn't need to be any bloodshed." Alisya sighed and nodded. "On that, we agree. Very well, then. I will put my trust in your teachings. I'm not particularly comfortable with the deception, but I admit I see the wisdom in it." The Trianii paused, took a deep breath and let it out. "I am ready- you may begin when you'd like." Master Moarn nodded. "Brace yourself, ma'am- this will feel unusual." A day later, Alisya had prepared to leave the \_Gold Rush\_and Baarok Manor, promising to Syrra that she would convey what they'd agreed upon to Matriarch Bast. There had been a warmth between them that Kajex could feel, a kind of mutual understanding between the two sisters that had only gotten stronger as the older sibling studied alongside her younger sibling. A part of Kajex felt it would have been beneficial for Alisya to stay, to see if she would also be receptive to the same Jedi teachings Syrra had learned. Yet in addition to the fact that Alisya's presence on Ekibo was necessary, if only to Bast, the trust between them was also not strong enough; though it was also fair to say that her opinion of Kajex had improved. When the time came for her to leave, she had offered her thanks to the Sentinel for his instruction, which had been more than enough to prevent Master Moarn from breaching her mental defenses. They had parted with a handshake, with the assassin looking him straight in the eye and issuing a warning- "safeguard my sister's life, and do not violate my trust to keep her protected; or my mother will be the least of your worries." The threat did nothing to elicit a sense of fear or animosity between them, however, given that the both of them had been smiling at the time- though the wolf was certain the warning was not idle, it was clear that she had, in some measure, come around to the idea of her younger sister being with him. Perhaps more importantly, however, was when she had addressed Ra'Tasum when the time had come for them to leave. Sensing the conversation was meant to be private, Kajex had stepped back and allowed them to speak without him eavesdropping. The youngest male sibling of their family had seemed shaken in the beginning, but as the unheard discussion wore on he seemed to brighten at the older sister's words. It ended with the two embracing close, a warmth radiating between them that the Sentinel was fully aware of- one that both Syrra and Iaora shared in moments later. It was strange to Kajex, in a sad sort of way; this was the first time he'd seen Syrra acting as a member of a family, with more than one person at a time. He had wondered, at that moment, if there had ever been a moment in her life where the entirety of her family had shared in such a closeness. Alisya could not stay, unfortunately- the union ceremony between Markus and Calya was to take place in 2 days, and everyone agreed that Alisya had been gone too long to merit her staying as a guest, particularly as she had not been invited. Though Miles had kept close tabs on everyone in the estate and had not picked up on any unannounced visitors, that was likely to change soon. So it was that Alisya left, minutes before a Corellian Corvette appeared upon the horizon and approached the manor swiftly. Twice as large as the Gold Rush, christened with the name \_Ekibo's Light\_in aurabesh lettering, it was still able to fit on the tremendous landing pad and settle a few dozen meters away from the XS stock light freighter. The ship brought a smile to Kajex's face- even on the other side of the galaxy, Corellian ships had found their way to the Wild Space Regions. Aarn had noticed the grin, leaning in next to the Sentinel. "Like my newest purchases?" "You can't go wrong with the CEC," the wolf replied with a barking laugh. "Well, I figured my employees could use some vessels with a little more\_teeth\_," the physician reasoned, also laughing. They were not the only ones waiting on the landing pad- both the Gold Rush and Black Tomb packs, as well as practically everyone not setting up within the manor (which had mostly been prepared the day before), had gathered to greet the visitors; mainly due to the fact that many of Aarn's retainers had family aboard the vessel. Delighted cries and shouting rang out as multiple hatches opened, the ship's crew climbing or walking out and rushing the estate's employees, catching them in embraces and chattering in the Trianii language. Yet Kajex's eyes tracked 4 figures in particular- a black-furred, green-eyed Trianii female; her aged, gray-furred father; a powerfully-built, tall female, her orange pelt marked with black stripes; and a muscular Besalisk, who had one of his 4 arms wrapped around the ebony-pelted Trianii. It was at this point Kajex and Syrra stepped forward, rushing to meet the new visitors. Markus laughed loud as the Trianii Padawan took one of his free hands and allowed herself to be pulled into a hug. "Syrra, it's been a hell of a long time!" he chuckled, the Trianii purring happily as she embraced back. "Only too true," she answered, drawing away from the Besalisk with a wide smile. "I'm sorry it's been so long, I've just been so busy studying to become a Jedi Knight." She gestured to Kajex. "You remember the captain, of course- the sly dog revealed that he was a Jedi too, a couple months ago." Markus grinned and shook his paw. "Never got the chance to speak to you, but Calya told me about how you tried to give yourself up to save her and her kin- just for that, you're as good as family as far as I'm concerned." "Glad to meet you too," Kajex replied. "So, the Force was with you all along?" Jurah asked, smiling and shaking the Sentinel's paw as well. "I had my reasons for hiding, but I made a recent decision to reveal myself," Kajex briefly explained. "I have to be honest with my fiancee, after all," he added, nuzzling Syrra. "We were wondering what had become of your relationship," Olrah rumbled kindly. "So you two have decided to wed as well? You have our congratulations- that is a good union, especially if you have been teaching her the ways of the Jedi." She paused, her eyes staring over his shoulder. "Though it seems you are not the only one with surprises," she added warily, as Kajex turned and saw the former Sith Knight, Locke, standing behind him. The chill of worry fell over Kajex in an instant. "This, ah..." He hesitated as he turned to begin introducing Locke and Keris, only to realize how awkward it might be. "There's no sense in hiding the fact that, yes- this \_is\_the former Sith Knight, Locke. You obviously remember him." Jurah stepped forward, a look of kindness on his aged features. "I remember that he was our captor, yes. I remember that he lacked the cruelty of our former kidnappers, had treated us with respect. And I remember that he was willing to let me and my people go in exchange for seeking answers about himself." Locke bowed low, as did Keris. "I offer you nothing less than my deepest apologies for your capture and your losses, in addition to offering any means of recompense to make up for what I had done. I can offer no excuse for my part in it, beyond being under the unfortunate control of Sith Inquisitors." "He's my brother," Kajex said quickly. "A clone, like me, but he's the closest I have to kin. I saved him a few months back and he's been training as a Jedi ever since- he \_is\_a Jedi," he amended himself resolutely. Jurah waved his paw dismissively, addressing Locke. "I have lived long enough to have witnessed the horrors of the CSA enslaving the Trianii, and I recall the faces of those who were forced to be slaves. When my eyes fell upon you, lad, I saw in your face that you were also a slave- a slave of the Sith, and of your personal failures. And although I may not be blessed with a connection to the Force like you and Kajex, anyone could see the light of hope in your eyes when they laid upon your sibling. Perhaps that was the beginning of your change- to make things right. So, while I appreciate your desire to earn our trust... it's not necessary." He held out his paw. "You have it. Thank you for what kindness you could offer, Jedi." Locke took his paw and shook it, bowing again and looking grateful for his words. "Thank you for \_your\_kindness, sir." As the introductions were made and the visitors and inhabitants of the estate began to roam around, Kajex could not help but notice how subdued Locke was. Grateful though he seemed to be, the bond between brothers clued Kajex in on the fact that he was more confused than anything. Nevertheless, there was no sense in broaching the topic while there were many people to meet and stories to tell, particularly as the crew of \_Ekibo's Light\_had announced an hour later that they had made plans to get Markus and Calya to a tavern, as well as anyone interested in joining, to engage in a proper Trianii bachelor celebration. As it was due to Syrra and Kajex that the soon-to-be-wed couple had been reunited, this was not an offer that neither the Padawan nor Knight could turn down (not that either of them were so inclined). Kentoh, Rexxis and the Rah twins had agreed to come along, much to the pleasure of their Trianii hosts; Locke and Keris had also joined after Jurah insisted that he buy a pint for Locke; Iaora and Aarn stayed at the manor to oversee arrangements, with Master Moarn, Miles, Liam, Rook and Talrik aiding them, along with everyone else who had opted out. The trip to the establishment was not far enough to merit using either ship to travel there, though the snowy surroundings meant several speeders (normally used for transporting medical cargo) had to be used to make the journey comfortable. It was here Kajex and his packmates got to know some of the healers a bit better, particularly the few faces all of them recognized from the rescue at AS-303. Each of them spoke highly of Syrra and Kajex, and though many of them did recognize Locke, none of them treated him with anything less than genuine pleasantness- which Kajex could sense was still unsettling his albino twin. So it was that barely two hours after the arrival of Ekibo's Light, Kajex found himself sitting opposite Locke in a dimly-light but warm and welcoming tavern on the outskirts of the farmlands, a mug of a strong but rich Trianii mead set in front of both of them. It was much like any tavern one Ekibo that Kajex had frequented, with male and female erotic dancers in the corners; several hookahs within the center; rustic card tables with droid dealers; and well-trained musicians that provided ambient sound befitting the lures of seduction and physical attraction. It was far from the seediest tavern Kajex had been in, and in fact was relatively well-kept and clean with marble flooring and architecture, suggesting it had been around since even before the Trianii were capable of space flight. Before long they were watching Markus engage in multiple arm-wrestling contests with 4 Trianii, defeating 3 males quickly but meeting stiff resistance with the equally strong Olrah. Yet as amusing as he found the friendly competition between the two, he still felt the twinge of confusion in his brother. "What's got you bothered, Locke?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the scene. The white wolf sighed. "I guess my attempts to shield my mind still need work," he remarked. "It wouldn't stop me from getting a good idea of how you're feeling- and I wouldn't want to give up that connection for nearly anything in the universe," the Sentinel added seriously. "I love our bond together, and I know you do too. So if you need to talk..." "I just find it difficult to believe how easily they accepted me," Locke said softly. "I was once their captor, someone who kept them imprisoned for the sole purpose of furthering the goals of the Inquisitorious, yet they still look at me without derision and treat me as someone who is to be treated like an equal. That goes for Aarn, Iaora and their staff- they've been nothing but kind to me. I understand you having a positive opinion of me, and Syrra as well- but to others...?" "You're looking at the universe in terms of black and white, with people that'll look at you one way or the other- and I get why," the Sentinel said, finally turning his gaze to his sibling. "You had to rely on yourself for the first few years of your life, before spending most of it being trained by a scumbag Sith fuck that abused you for any shortcomings you claimed to have. The only source of comfort and admiration came from your student. Then you met me and Syrra, and Talrik, and you started getting treated with respect and compassion. You naturally assumed that it's because we're Jedi, and we're supposed to be that way." He paused, smiling and reaching over to hold Locke's paw. "But that's not why. It's like I said, we \_know\_you're a decent person who has had to put up with a lot of darkness in your life. Interaction with people who treat you decently must be a new thing, as is interaction with people who are willing to forgive you for evils you never really committed. The world's made up of more than just abusive Sith and compassionate Jedi, Locke- non-sensitive people can accept you too." Locke nodded, staring at his drink. "It's just this warmth... it's not something I expected, I suppose. I just want to know that it's genuine, and that I'm truly deserving of it." "Are you sure that 'warmth' isn't just the mead?" Kajex asked with a chuckle. "But you're deserving of it, believe me- Keris wouldn't have accepted you when you asked to be her mate if you weren't." He reached out for his mug, his paw halfway there when a thought occurred to him, prompting him to look around in confusion. "Actually... while we're on the topic- where is she? And where's Syrra, for that matter?" Locke scanned the crowd. "I'm not sure. I can sense they're nearby, though- perhaps they're just out of sight. They're fine though," the white wolf assured him. There was a pause, then a warm smile as he finally took his drink. "Thanks, Kajex." "Anytime, bro," the Sentinel answered. "Now c'mon, we're here to celebrate a guy getting' hitched- what d'ya wanna toast to?" Locke chuckled. "How about happy futures and Jedi victories?" "I'll gladly drink to that," Kajex laughed as they tapped mugs together. While Kajex would have said he was better-connected with the world than Locke had been, he could not honestly say he'd been able to attend a bachelor party; though he was certainly familiar with the concept of males getting together to have a wild evening. Yet based on what he knew of the culture, Kajex had fully expected the presence of females would not take away from the mood in any way- and he was not disappointed. If anything, their presence made the scene a bit wilder, with some couples beginning to get clingy and affectionate as the evening wore on. It wasn't long before Kajex was reminded of Aarn's willingness to hire homosexual employees, as a few had abandoned caution and kissed in full view of the tavern's visitors. While this did earn a few scornful glares from some of the establishment's more aged regulars, they said nothing- and Kajex was pleased to see that the tavern's owner, a copper-furred female with black hair, seemed to be smiling in approval. "She and her family have owned this establishment for a long time," a voice informed him, breaking him out of his distraction as he turned to see Olrah seating herself next to him and Locke. The powerful Trianii female grinned, rubbing her upper arm. "Seeing same-sex couples being close is not new to her, nor does she find it offensive- she serves anyone as long as they have the credits, which is good, as I may need a bit of mead to work out this cramp Markus inflicted. That man is exceptionally strong, it was a good challenge." Locke chuckled. "I can help with that, if you'd allow me," he offered, holding out his paw. With a look of slight hesitation, the Trianii nodded and leaned over, allowing him to press his paw against her thick bicep. Kajex watched, an imperceptible aura of energy flowing through the white wolf and into Olrah's arm, a look of relief on her features as she flexed her fingers. Locke arched an eyebrow, smiling. "I regret that I know so little about the Trianii, but I'm compelled to ask if many are as tall and physically robust as yourself- your form is both impressive and attractive, if I may say so." Olrah blinked at the comment, but smiled back, a light blush on her cheeks. "Thank you, Jedi Locke. To answer your question, not all females meet my height and build, though perhaps a third of females do. I obtained this," she said, flexing her bicep, "from my time as a Trianii Ranger." She took a moment to stretch the limb out, eyebrows raised with interest. "I might've become more powerful had a Jedi like you been there to heal such muscle fatigue, however. You have my thanks for your healing touch." "It was my pleasure," Locke assured her. "You were saying something about the tavern owner?" She nodded, eyes flicking to the currently-busy female. "Her family was known in these parts for their entire lineage owning and running this tavern, long before extra-system invasions. In the time she has grown up here, she has seen much in the way of relationships between others. She is more... \_progressive\_than others." "It's nice to see a little bit of that from Ekibo's population," Kajex replied. "My adoptive father, Kane, could've used a bit of that in his time." "Yes, Aarn did mention to us your unfortunate encounter with his sister-in-law," Olrah rumbled in a low voice. "Do not let whatever she said get to you- our people are, in many ways, ignorant; and it takes time for that ignorance to be displaced. In time, others will acknowledge that we mean no harm, and in the meantime..." she trailed off for a moment, looking back at the tavern owner. At the same moment, the owner looked up directly at Olrah, a look of complete adoration for the taller female on her features as she waved at her. "... In the meantime, we will take solace from those who already understand," she finished, smiling warmly. Kajex grinned, deciding remain silent on this observation. "I'll take that advice to heart, especially given how our species is." He gestured towards the center of the tavern, where the Rah twins were holding each other close, kissing deeply- the sight nearly made him chuckle, though he managed to stifle it. "It'll take a while before their kind of love gets accepted too, but at least they'll have others to support them." "Your future mate said as much," Olrah said, smiling knowingly. "She informed me that teaching her the ways of the Force was not the only instruction she received from you- and that other, alternative 'lessons' were given by her closest friends." "What else did she say?" Kajex asked with a chuckle, glancing to the side as he spotted Kentoh and Rexxis approaching them. "That she was amazed at her personal discoveries concerning her sexuality, and that she mostly had you to 'blame' for it," she chuffed in amusement. "Though I'm certain by that, she meant to thank you- and will, actually," she added, checking her timepiece, "in few moments. Both of you, in fact." Kajex blinked, glancing at Locke; his albino twin shared a similar expression of confusion. "Wait, thank me? How?" If Olrah had any intention of answering the Sentinel at that moment, she didn't show it- as it was, any opportunity to do so was cut off as the already dim interior lighting lowered and cast the entire tavern into darkness. Kajex was well-aware that this lack of lighting was not detrimental to the Trianii in the slightest, the felinoid species being very well-adapted to night conditions; in that respect, the Kanj'Isha were similar. So when his eyes were drawn towards the only light source remaining in the tavern the stage, it was not difficult to make out the shapes beyond, causing him to suck in air sharply. The music had stopped briefly and its players had repositioned themselves so that their sultry tunes were directed towards the central stage, where the lights had only brightened just as 3 figures walked across the main performance stage- though Kajex privately felt that it would be more accurate to say they weren't walking so much as sashaying. It was not difficult for him to recognize the silhouette of his and his brother's fiancees- the true shock came when they stepped under the gold-shaded lights, revealing Syrra, Keris and the soon-to-be-wed Calya, all three of whom were wearing nothing but colored sashes around their hips; fingerless arm-length gloves and thigh-length stockings of white lace; and excited, wild smiles on their muzzles. A rumble coursed through the tavern as musicians deep, heavy drums put out a tense rhythm. Though the sight had brought the entire establishment into a brief silence, it could not have been more apparent from the looks on everyone's faces that this was out of respect and awe for the three bold women who were striding onto the front of the stage, nearly bare-bodied with seductive expressions. The moment their hips started to sway, their paws raised in the air as they seemed to clasp their paws together in a silent prayer, Kajex felt the air starting to leave his lungs as if he'd taken a blow to the solar plexus. He'd seen the motions before on a holovid, one on his own ship's servers. They moved with a grace inherent in the Trianii species, but with movements emphasizing the curves of their bare bodies, their paws sliding through their fur and drawing attention to their full breasts and pleasantly round backsides. The sight was erotic enough that it was easy to forget that one of the dancers possessed a cybernetic limb. "... Kaj? Isn't she... doing that one erotic Trianii dance in your porn stash?" Kentoh murmured softly, his eyes wide as he stared at the three dancers. The Sentinel swallowed, trying to let out an affirmative, only to find it difficult enough to say anything that he could only nod. While he had been momentarily stunned to the point of lacing coherent thoughts, a rush of emotions overwhelmed him as he realized he was watching his fiancee dancing- in front of at least 2 dozen other men. Jealousy and his anger that they were staring at Syrra's bare body were mixed with awe and pride at her boldness, in addition to the confusion and worry he felt as he tried to rationalize why she was doing this at all. "Don't you remember how the dance ends?" she asked, her mind echoing in his at the precise moment that their eyes met. Kajex nodded absently, but in truth he couldn't remember. He had seen the dance in its entirety at least a thousand times in the past before he'd met Syrra; yet now as he tried to recall it he found himself unable to recollect how the dance concluded. Every memory of the dance seemed to have displaced by his student- to him... she was the only Trianii in his life that mattered to him on such a deep level. He could only watch as she went through the motions, easily copied by Calya and even accurately mimicked by Keris, who Kajex nod noticed had winked at both him and Locke. "... It appears that my student has been taking lessons from your\_student," Locke muttered softly, a light red flush on his face as he watched. "She's danced for me before, and she's incredible at it, but... she's never danced like \_this. I wasn't aware Syrra was capable at it, either." "If that's the only thing that's shocking you right now, Locke," Rexxis intoned quietly with a small smile on his face, "then you aren't looking in the right places." "Most eyes would be focused on their chests and loins," Kajex said abruptly, a surge of jealousy returning to him before he took in a deep breath and calmed himself. "Indeed so," Olrah said, making Kajex jump- he'd forgotten she was there, staring at the two wolves with a grin. "But I believe your kin is referring to the ornaments in your Amaran friend's hair." Kajex blinked, turning back to look at Keris more closely. As she spun in tandem with the two Trianii, he could see the glint of beads sparkling in the lighting. The corners of his muzzle tugged upwards as he saw the colors- emerald green, silver-blue, and white. It seemed that Syrra had not only shared with her best friend the erotic female dance of her species- she had also shared a facet of Trianii relationship culture, one for Keris to adopt to express her devotion to Locke. And as Kajex glanced at his albino twin, it could not have been more obvious from the warm smile on Locke's face and the sparkle in his silver-blue eyes that he fully understood what his fiancee was conveying. But as pleasant as it was to see the unspoken understanding between them, Kajex only had eyes for his own. Another spike of jealousy and anger rushed through him as he saw a few Trianii males even reach up to grab at her. The wolf was well-aware of the culture, that a Trianii that performed a dance of this nature to an audience was open to physical contact unless she was spoken for- though how they could miss the devotion beads braided in her left bangs was beyond him. The sight of others reaching to caress her fur nearly caused him to leap up. The moment he flinched, however, her sapphire eyes caught his and he stopped short, his heart racing. The crowd settled back down, drawn away from her by an unspoken command, one Kajex could feel flowing through her. Shame filled him as he settled back down, his ears flattening against his hair as he recognized the tinge of disappointment and understanding in her eyes- of \_course\_she would ensure that she would keep herself to him and him alone at a time like this. And while the crowd still marveled and cheered for the three, they made no further attempts to touch her. Though the sting of shame held for a few moments, it ebbed away as her eyes softened and her smile widened. A subtle nod was all she needed to give him to let him know she understood what had happened. The dance was not short in the slightest, but nor was it an erotic artform meant to last so long as to convince patrons to slide credits along the stage in return for a more passionate show- not least because all three women demonstrated that passion quite clearly. Before long the pace of the music quickened, matching the speed of their movements as they neared the apex of the performance, twirling and holding their arms out as if to receive their respective lovers in an embrace, beckoning them repeatedly as the tune rose to a crescendo. Silence. One by one, they sank to their knees, bringing their paws in to their chests as they hung their heads. Each woman looked up, peering into the dim tavern interior with wide smiles, before raising their paws and pointing into the cheering crowd. It was easy to see where each finger was directed. Calya had her finger pointed out towards Markus, who was standing at the forefront of the audience, looking both impressed and joyful as she blushed furiously, sliding off the stage and into his arms; Keris, of course, had her sight set on Locke- it took little more than a few polite Trianii to help her down from the stage before she began sprinting towards the white wolf, with every other eye catching the delightful bounce of her bare breasts. But it was Kajex who rose from his seat and started staggering towards Syrra, the golden-furred Trianii hopping down from the stage and absently thanking some of the impressed patrons as they applauded- her eyes, however, were on him and him alone. There was a distance less than 20 meters between himself and the performance stage, yet the short walk from his seat to the approaching Trianii Padawan seemed to stretch on into hours as neared her, his heart hammering. They stopped only 2 feet apart, Syrra looking shy but hopeful. "So... do you remember how the dance is supposed to end?" Kajex said nothing, staring at her for a moment- then, without warning, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, the act making her purr as she nearly melted in his embrace. "Yeah," he told her telepathically. "I remember now." If there was one thing Kajex regretted most about the Gold Rush, it was that he spent so much time locked up in the ship that he would occasionally forget about what was outside of it. Ekibo during the day was peaceful- but boring. Yet now he found himself wondering how he could have so easily forgotten the vast expanse of space above him, the starfield spread across the sky from one horizon to the other. At the edge of the county's farmlands, there was no light pollution to speak of, to obstruct it all- and he found himself grateful for that, despite the slight chill in the air. Gazing into a sea of silent specks of light brought a calm in him he'd nearly forgotten, as he leaned back in the lounge chair's plush cushioning and waited. He sensed her before he heard her, sensing her presence several seconds prior to the creak of the roof patio's only door. He started to get to his feet, only to stop short as Syrra cleared her throat. "Hold it there, hon. You're fine where you are," she assured him as she approached with a pair of mugs. She had not redressed, still nude in most respects- although she did wear a long and thick woven robe that she had not closed, allowing her breasts to remain in clear view. Kajex nodded, ears flattening in shame as he shifted to one side of the lounge chair. "You... said you wanted to talk here." The Trianii Padawan nodded and seated herself next to him, sighing as she set the mugs on a short table between them. "We need to talk, I think." The wolf nodded, looking away. He thought he knew what this was about. "You felt something while I was on that stage, didn't you?" she asked. He did not need to look at her to know she was frowning slightly. Rather than feign ignorance (knowing she would know either way) he nodded in acknowledge, waiting for her to continue. "What did you feel?" The wolf flinched. A week ago, he'd told Rexxis it was important for him to convey his words to the Sentinel clearly so that that he could come to terms with what he felt before trying to figure out why, and how to fix it. It was not hard to figure out that Syrra had asked this question for the same reason. It took him a few moments, but he eventually found the nerve to speak. "I felt... surprise and elation, for one. Pride for how bold and brave you were for dancing in front of everyone like that, for another. But... I was also scared... a little angry that people I didn't know and trust were looking at you... even a little jealous," he admitted quietly, clenching his paw in anxiety, his fist trembling as he tried to channel those negative thoughts out through the exertion. They did not relax until he felt her warm, songsteel paw slide against his wrist. He looked back up, finding she had shed her frown and was now regarding him kindly. "Do you know what dance Keris, Calya and I performed just now?" "The Break of Winter, a dance reserved for unions that occur during the coldest apex of Trian's winter season," Kajex replied softly. "It's why your paws roamed your bodies, in an effort to 'keep warm', then beckoning a male into embracing her to share in that warmth. If I remember right, it's meant to convey the desire to try for children, so that they'll be born during warm summer days." He was no stranger to the culture of the Trianii, not least its dancing. Syrra nodded, still smiling warmly. "You're right- though you're missing a key point to the dance." He cocked his head, confused. "The dance is \_only\_performed when one has already selected their mate. The holovid on your ship showed the dance being executed by a renowned Trianii dancer; she performed it and had it recorded a week after she was engaged. We don't point at the end of the performance to convey who we wish to share in our warmth, our intimacy- we do it because we have already chosen, and we wish to let others know who we've chosen to take care of us." Still smiling, she leaned into him and nuzzled beneath his chin. "Remember that ours is a matriarchal society- it's the female that leads. But getting to our knees is a sign of \_our\_submission to our mates, our way of saying 'we need you- and you alone'." The words seemed to wash away his worry slowly, prompting him to smile back. "We're different, though- aren't we?" She giggled, holding out her paw and summoning the two covered mugs to them. "True enough," she replied, as she grabbing one of the floating containers. "Keris and I trust in our pack to provide that warmth, to depend on them. Yet more than anything, I trust you to be the one to hold me during cold nights, over any other lover." "I'll do my best," he said, breathing in deep and sighing as he took the other floating mug. "I'm sorry, Syrra. I shouldn't have worried so much- I \_should\_have known that things would not have gotten out of hand. Can you forgive me?" She shook her head, smiling. "There's nothing to forgive, love. I know you trust me, and I know that you can worry occasionally- I don't think it'd be love if we \_didn't\_feel that way from time to time. That's kinda why I wanted you to wait up here." "So I'd have time to cool off and think?" Kajex guessed. She laughed. "No. It's because the tavern-keeper mentioned it would take a bit of time to heat up these drinks. You always told me these drinks would make a sour moment sweeter, and I still haven't forgotten it. I made sure that she added mint creamer- your favorite." Kajex sat in silence, staring at the mug fondly. "You caught on quick, kitten. Have I told you I love you? I think I haven't said it enough." Syrra purred and nuzzled him, tapping her mug against his. "It doesn't hurt to keep saying it, love." Minutes passed as they sat in silence, leaning against each other as they consumed the sweet confectionery drink. Every sip seemed to wash more of his worries away, reinforcing his personal reassurances that he would be better in the future. A chuckle passed through him as he recalled the first time they shared in the drink. "You remember when I first introduced you to this, kitten?" She smiled and nodded. "It was on Fibuli, after we met Markus- I was upset because I nearly turned my old lightsaber on him. I remember how soaked we were, it was raining so hard back then..." He nodded. "I remember that too. But not as clearly as I remember looking into your eyes once we got back to the Gol-\_the \_Rushin' Roulette," he amended himself. "You looked so miserable, I wanted to do something nice for a change- especially after that hug you gave me." "That's when you started hinting at your past, how old you were, injecting me with a bit of self-confidence and promising to help me out. You really followed through," she added with a sigh. "And that was only about a year ago.... by the Force, it feels like three. Just so much has happened, so fast- meeting Locke, Keris and Miles, bringing Talrik onboard, fighting alongside our former Sith friends..." "... Taking them in, then finding more of my species, hiring a cute bounty hunter to be my bodyguard, killing undead infections..." Kajex followed up as Syrra drank. "And losing my paw, getting a new one- all the way back to... here," she finished, setting her empty mug down. "I've really changed since then, haven't I?" The wolf smiled and pulled her in closer. "In the best ways possible, yeah. Sharing your own knowledge- and culture too. How did you convince Keris to take up devotion beads and performance?" The Trianii Padawan leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "She got around to asking me what the beads meant, though she more or less guessed correctly what they meant. Being engaged compelled her to finally ask, so she could know for sure- then she wondered if it would be racially insensitive for her to adopt that aspect of Trianii culture." "Is it?" Kajex asked. "If it was, I wouldn't have shared it with you- though then again, I still might have just because you were Kane's son, and as far as I'm concerned his love makes you as Trianii as I am. But no, it's not- most Trianii appreciate it because it helps them identify the family members of non-Trianii. Only a handful of the more xenophobic Trianii feel strongly against it," she finished with a subdued voice. He did not need to ask her anything, sensing that her thoughts were straying briefly towards Matriarch Bast. "And the dancing?" Kajex asked, aiming to move the topic away from her estranged birth-mother. "Well, Keris worked as an erotic dancer, and obviously she saw the recording on the ship's servers and got curious. Before she and I started fooling around, she asked if I'd ever considered dancing for you. After we became closer, we started teaching each other when we had a few private moments together, and she picked up well on it. So when Calya mentioned she'd been practicing the same performance and asked if I knew it... well, I mentioned Keris knew it well enough too, and decided to make it a three-person performance," she finished, blushing hard. "Where did you learn it?" he asked. When she did not immediately answer, he nuzzled her gently. "Syrra?" "... My mother," she admitted with a pause. "Iaora does seem like the type to be a dancer," Kajex started to say. "No, not-- I mean--" The Trianii Padawan sighed, shifting around to face the wolf. "My birth mother. Bast. She was the one who taught me." There was another pause as she swallowed. "It was one of the few moments we had where I felt some kind of connection to her. You recall that much of Trianii dancing is religious or spiritual nature, yeah? Well... my mother felt I wasn't doing enough to express my devotion to our religious ways, for a long while. When she caught on to the fact that I was at least agile for one of my kind, she insisted upon teaching me our culture's music and dance as a way of getting me to connect with our people and our beliefs." "I didn't even suspect..." "I know," she interjected, looking away. "I don't speak of her fondly, and it's still true that I'm not as close to her as I am with all my other siblings- assuming she has ever been close to anyone. But then again... I keep wondering if Alisya was right and Bast only meant the best for me. That doesn't excuse the lengths she's going to in order to bring me around, like trying to have you killed- yet at the same time... love is capable of making us do unreasonable things." Kajex nodded. "I think the both of us have learned that better than most. I think it's a little too optimistic to think that way where Bast is concerned, kitten... but at the same time, I also think you just want things to be at peace." She nodded. "I... don't love my birth-mother very deeply, Kajex... but as true a mother as Iaora is, Bast is still my blood," the Padawan said quietly. "Just as I'd do anything to protect Alisya and my siblings from harm... I'd do anything to protect Bast from harm too. Even if Rook is right and she \_is\_being a cunt about all of this," she sighed. "I know that it might sound stupid, or naive- but it's how I feel. Is it... wrong?" The wolf shook his head, treating her to a smile and feeling pride for the feline in his arms. "Not at all. If anything, I think it's a positive that you feel that way- just another facet of your compassion." She nodded, hugging him tight. "I'm sorry... I feel like I'm spoiling the tone bringing her up. I was kinda hoping... maybe that performance had put you in the mood..." "Here?" the wolf asked, arching an eyebrow. "I mean, the fact that you're baring your body so confidently shouldn't be so surprising to me, but if you mean to say that you're feeling a little 'anxious' after all that..." "Why shouldn't I be?" the Padawa purred, licking his chin. "I didn't perform that dance just because Calya asked me. Like I said... 'I need you- and you alone.'" "Well... I can't very well say no to that," the wolf teased her as he leaned back in the lounge chair and pulled her on top. "You did choose me, after all." A kiss passed between them, similar to the one they'd shared earlier while they were still within the tavern- albeit this one was laced with the sweet flavor of chocolate on their lips and tongues. Whatever chill the winter evening of Ekibo might have possessed, it was not enough to penetrate the growing warmth between them, concealed beneath the wolf's longcoat and the feline's borrowed robe. Nevertheless, neither article of clothing did anything to protect them from each other's groping paws, the wolf tracing his along the curves of her attractive rump, while the Trianii kept one paw planted firmly on his chest to keep him in place, her other unbuckling his belt and tugging his trousers down. Though he kept his primary focus on his lover, his thoughts strayed briefly to the other attendees downstairs. Through the strong sibling connection he'd forged with Locke, he was aware his albino twin was already engaged in coitus with his own fiancee, locked away in a borrowed room as Keris mewled for his affection. Across from that room and in another, he could sense a foursome taking place between Rexxis, Kentoh and So'Rah, with an eager Sa'Rah happily in the middle of it all. The feel and sight of both intimate gatherings caused him to smile, though once he drew himself out of the temporary vision it was to the sight of Syrra smirking. "Hey- eyes on me, you silly pup," she demanded playfully. "Always," the wolf replied warmly, returning to their kiss. It was not necessary for him to spy on the others to garner any particular stimulation needed to get to full mast; Kajex's ebony prick had already been straining within the confines of his own pants before it was finally freed. It was not merely the fact that Syrra was grinding against his upper leg, chirruping softly- but being reminded of her performance, the sway of her hips and the motion of her paws caressing her own body, generated a thrill in him reminiscent to the first time he'd ever laid eyes on the recording. Yet perhaps an even greater thrill came from the fact that at any moment, anyone could walk through the door and see what they were about to do. Not that it would have stopped him- or her, for that matter. The moment her lips left his was the moment he grabbed her hips and pulled her up to her feet. Though he had missed the key point of the meaning of her dance, he understand the bulk of it- that it was his duty to ensure that she was taken care of, to be kept warm. To that end, he coaxed her already quivering tunnel towards his muzzle, running his tongue against his lips and teeth in anticipation as his larger paws cupped her round backside and slid her further into place. A quiet sigh escaped him as he gave her netherlips a deep kiss, the erotic action generating a genuine moan from her. It was not soft, but a moderate whine of pleasure, one she seemed to have no intention of stifling. Not content to merely lap at the feline's outer folds, and more than happy to hear her "sing", the wolf began the enjoyable task of tasting her depths. His moderately long and wide tongue drilled into the orifice easily, the flavor of her snatch spreading through his muzzle as she continued to voice her satisfaction. Before long she had placed her paws on top of his head, partially to keep standing, and partially to encourage his efforts with affectionate ear rubs. The wolf's lips pinched gently at her clit and she chirped loud, a sound that caused Kajex's cheeks to burn and his heart (and unoccupied cock) to swell. Eager to hear more, his paws slid from her hips and up her waist, trailing his thumbs against her trained abs until they grazed against her unprotected vestigial nipples. The effect was immediate- within seconds of massaging the sensitive, chocolate-colored teats, she had arched her back and moaned his name with enough volume to make his own ears ring. It was too much to hope for that her moaning wouldn't attract any attention to anybody close enough to the door- but as he continued his assault, his paws now cupping and squeezing her beautiful breasts, he was not about to stop her. "W-wait! Oh gods," she mewled, shuddering as she tried moving away from him. With a self-satisfied smile he released her tits and returned his paws to her her waist. For a few moments of silence he cleaned his muzzle, allowing her to step back and bend forward, breathing heavily. "I... didn't want to finish early," she panted as she lower herself onto his lap, purring as his still-hard prick slid against her belly. "Well, we wouldn't want that," he agreed as he shrugged his coat off and removed his shirt, shivering and fluffing up slightly in the cool ambient air. "You're gonna get sick, stripping off like that in the cold," the Trianii warned him with mock admonishment, nuzzling into his chest. "Not a chance, I've got you to keep me warm, right?" he countered with a playful growl, nuzzling her forehead. "True- though the fire could use a little stoking," she purred back as her songsteel paw wrapped around his dick and squeezed the base with enough pressure to make the wolf groan and thrust into her metal paw. Warmth enveloped his turgid flesh as she slid back and bent over, her soft lips wrapping around his girth and sliding down the length of his pole. Jolts of gentle pleasure flew from his loins and up his abs as more than half his length disappeared into her muzzle, and yet she did not stop. The moment her lips met his sheath he flinched, reflexively grabbing the edges of the lounge chair and growling loudly as he strained against his will to thrust into her face. It became all the more difficult as she finally saw fit to add her tongue to the effort, caressing the pleasantly textured flat of her appendage against the thick, yet subtle cum vein running along his cock's underside. Her lips remained there a few moments as he tongue lashed the base, her eyes clear and alert. With her nose against this pubic fur, she took a moment to pause and breathe in deep- her eyes fluttered open again and the sapphire orbs took on a cloudy, hazy looked, now half-lidded and peering up at her lover. A brief glance into her mind told him she was intoxicated by the male's scent, as she drew her lips slowly back up his length. They reached the apex of his prick, planting a gentle kiss at the tip before repeating the erotic feat once more, sealed tight around the throbbing wolfhood and squeezing at key sensitive points around his girth. Every firm bit of pressure succeeded in coaxing more precum against her tongue, prompting her to slather it along the surface of his shaft. By the 5th time she had done this, her lips popping off the head of his cock, there was a thick layer of sexual lubricant coating the entire organ. Satisfied that his cock was now prepared, she drew her muzzle away from it and slid back up the wolf's nude body, vibrant purr trembling through her as her lips sought his. Neither of them shared a word- it was enough for their lips to meet to be a sufficient message while the Trianii got into position, the tip of his length catching the crevice between her netherlips neatly. With little more than a slight readjustment, it took nothing more than her to slide her hips back, the wolf's throbbing length sheathing into the searing depths of her vaginal cleft, wrapped in velvety heat that squeezed and trembled against his flesh. A strained sigh of satisfaction exited her lips as she drew back and stared down at her fiancee with an expression of deep adoration. "\<I feel your warmth within me,\>" she murmured gently in her native language, her paws grabbing his shoulders for support as she ground against his hips. \<"I feel your warmth around me,\>" he replied in the same tongue, groaning and shifting around a bit as his paws reached up and cupped her breasts again, his thumbs circling the sensitive nipples on each. Once again she moaned loudly, and the thrill of being caught filled the wolf once more. A part of him\_wanted\_ to be caught, to let others know the woman riding his cock was the one who had chosen him to be his mate; to let them know that he would not hide who he was or who he loved; and to let them know that what they were sharing would be shared between them alone. So when she lifted her body up and descended once more, he made sure to counter-thrust with enough force to coax more of her voice out. The soft yet subdued melody of the tavern music downstairs was immediately drowned out by the din of her moaning, his grunting, and the echo of their bodies meeting in unison. Lewd noises that made the Trianii's face burn red with both shame and exhilaration emanated from her loins, as she rode the wolf's 10-inch prick with vigor, each roll of her hips punctuated with a thick swat as she landed in his lap. For his part, he met her hips every time she descended, making sure she could feel his heavy, aching balls slap against her backside each time, as if to remind her that their contents would soon drain into her belly. Every few moments he would squeeze her breasts, ensuring the idea of being swollen with offspring never left her head; it wasn't long until her paws were grabbing his wrists and ensuring he kept them there, palming her tits as if a pair of twins were secured to her. Through it all, the warmth never left them- whether building up between their bodies and trapped beneath their fur, or further encapsulated by the robes the Trianii continued to wear, the heat remained with them as they made love. The only thing that could make the sensation of her quim bearing down around his maleness, was the view he experienced as he looked up and watched her ride his cock. The paleness of the moonlight seemed to give her an aura around her golden fur, marred only by the dark spots of her nipples as her chest heaved up and down. Fire and life danced in her half-lidded sapphire eyes as they regarded the wolf with pure love. All of it was framed against the black void and glimmering starlight above them, such that, despite a lack in any religious belief, he could almost imagine that she had become a goddess or a spirit, having chosen him and come to share in deep intimacy. The sight was humbling, knowing what he knew of her; possessed of healing abilities, compassion, and forgiveness for his own shortcomings. The wolf's knot had swelled to full size, the burning sensation of the Trianii's netherlips splitting wide for the bulb and chewing around the growth bringing him back to reality. She had abandoned her moans for hisses and muffled whimpers as she grabbed at his shoulders and ground into his loins, her eyes and body begging for his knot. While he would have otherwise attempted to tease his fiancee by denying her until the last possible moment, he possessed very little endurance as it was. All it took was him releasing his hold on her breasts, his larger paws sliding down her trained body until they reached her hips. A brief moment passed where their eyes met, an unspoken agreement having been met in that space of time, punctuated with a subtle nod. She cried out, her voice echoing into the night as she descended a final time, just as Kajex pulled her down and bucked up into her folds with a snarl- the pressure around his bulb intensified as it buried itself into her cleft, though nowhere near as intense as the incredible ache in his balls as they finally began to unload. The Trianii's moan stopped short with a gasp, reducing them both to silence- neither spoke as their Jedi sense allowed them to \_hear\_the churning sound of white hot seed pumping into the feline's womb. Every throb of his member stretched her inner walls, distending the now not-so-subtle cumvein running along the base of his cock as it delivered torrents of Kanj'Isha seed into her belly. Seconds of silence passed before the deluge ceased, a healthy portion of it having trickled out from around the wolf's prick and onto the inside of his coat. After a few moments she leaned forward, purring heavily and draping her robe over his bare body. "\<It's so warm...\>" Kajex panted softly, nuzzling into her hair. "\<Have I fulfilled my obligation?\>" he teased, running a paw over the curve of her rump. "\<For tonight- spring isn't here yet,\>" she answered with a giggle, nuzzling back. As the minutes wore on, their pulses slowing and their senses coming down from post-orgasmic high, the couple could once again hear the music and commotion from below. It took little more than a brief trance for them to realize the night was still more or less young, and was not expected to stop until the sun rose. A chuckle passed through the wolf as a thought occurred to him, prompting the Trianii to sit up and cock her head. "What's so funny?" she asked. He grinned, tousling her hair. "It's... I mean, I've never attended a bachelor party- Bran and Kane never had one. But I think everyone's going to be pretty smashed tonight, so it'll probably be on you, me, and Locke to subdue their hangovers. Not exactly typical Jedi work, but..." "I can help," she assured him, smiling back. "But we can worry about that tomorrow morning- we'll have lodging for tonight, there's more than enough space." Before the wolf could answer, a click sounded and the door to the patio opened. Both Jedi sat up abruptly- their brief discussion had caused a lapse in their senses, allowing them to be caught quite literally with their pants off. But they settled a moment later as Kentoh stepped out, his hair disheveled and facial fur matted in several places, his coveralls zipped down to his chest. He stopped short as he saw the two nude lovers on the lounge chair, still tied together by the Sentinel's knot. His eyes widened at the sight of Syrra's ample bosom in bare sight. "Hey Syr-... wow." Kajex found himself laughing at the reaction as Syrra blushed hard and wrapped herself up, earning him a smarting cuff on the nose from his Padawan which made his eyes water, even as he struggled to stifle his chuffing. "K-Kentoh! Hello, pup, what- er- what brings you up here?!" she stammered nervously. With a shake of his head as if to clear up the distracting view of the Trianii's knockers, he managed to give an answer. "Um... well, Locke came to knock on our door and told us you were up here. The Tavern keeper said she needed a few extra rooms opened up and since you guys didn't come to get your key, your room's gone now. Locke wanted me to tell you that his room is open for you, if you need it." The two glanced at each other. It was a kind offer, but if Kajex had to be honest it was far too comfortable where they were. She nodded at him, appearing to think the same thing, and he turned to smile and shake his head. "Thanks pup, but I think as long as we get a blanket, the two of us should be fine up here." "Alright," the younger clone replied, heading back in. "You guys wait here and I'll go get one." As soon as they were sure he was out of earshot, Syrra hugged him tight. "You're mean, laughing like that." "He likes you," Kajex replied with a grin. "It was his expression and your reaction, that's all. You should take it as a compliment, that he apparently shares the same tastes that I have." She managed to smile back. "I guess..." "Forgive me?" he asked, making fake puppy-dog eyes at her and prompting her to giggle. "I will... if you go get us a couple more mugs of hot chocolate, this time," she answered, before kissing him sweetly. The 7 spires of Baarok Manor was known to many in the region as an interesting sight, a natural formation that was nevertheless purported by the highly religious of the Trianii to have been placed there, as an example of the beautiful works of the gods of planetary creation, and a place of blessing. Whatever anyone believed of such a tale, few could downplay how well-maintained the central courtyard was. Indeed, in the few weeks that the \_Gold Rush\_and Black Tomb packs had arrived, both groups had taken the time to meditate in the peaceful enclosure, surrounded by potted and planted vegetation that gave any visitor a sense of calm- even in the cold of winter, these plants persisted. Today was a cool morning, and within the massive enclosure stood nearly a hundred guests, watching as female officiator spoke in the Trianii language, reciting tales of the first marriage that united Trianii tribes, of souls that would persist and remain together even in death, of bonds that would survive the test of time and the damage of hardships. Before him stood Markus and Calya, each too focused on one another to properly hear the words of the priestess. Within the first row stood Aarn and Iaora, with Syrra and Kajex next to them- the latter two joining hands as they watched. Behind them, most of the rest of the two accompanying packs stood silent and attentive, though Syrra could feel the warmth of Locke and Keris to her right, likely lost in thoughts about their own engagement. It took little more than a sidelong glance at her best friend for her to come out of her daydream, their eyes meeting in that moment. In the pause that followed, Syrra's eyes traced along the beads she'd started wearing, trailing down the left side of her face; two of a green that matched her eyes, two of a calm silver blue, and two white- Keris blushed, but smiled brightly, glancing at Locke. Curious, he followed the vixen's gaze back to the Trianii- now she could see the beads that wear strung along a lock of his silver hair- two of silver blue, two emerald, and two white. Though he said nothing either vocally or telepathically, he nevertheless conveyed a silent thanks to the feline Padawan with a broad smile, before the three returned their attention to the ceremony. The priestess paused, looking between the groom and bride before switching to basic. "I've heard the hardships these two endured, when they were separated and required the intervention of not one, but two Jedi. The Force is not unknown to the Trianii, and though our understanding of it is limited, we should give thanks that it saw fit to reunite these two, that they may share in many more years of happiness. Make these days count, and overcome all trials together, so that it may endure until your spirits leave this plane of existence." Syrra was not new to unions. As daughter of the region's matriarch, she was obligated to attend the unions of her mother's political rivals and allies. Even with her youth and limited understanding, there always seemed to be an air of coolness surrounding such affairs, a veneer of pleasantness that masked the lack of genuine love between the two partners. Yet this was not what she was witnessing now- rather, she could feel the aura of sincerity in everyone attending; watching as the priestess asked both bride and groom if they were ready to being their union; as Calya's veil was lifted, allowing the Besalisk to lean in and kiss the woman who was now his wife. Where before the crowds had been silent and stoic, offering only tepid applause and mutters of congratulations, the courtyard was filled with cheers and shouts of genuine felicitations- prompted mostly by So'Rah, Sa'Rah and Kentoh. She and Kajex did neither, but only because Syrra was reticent to release the wolf's paw. Nevertheless, they did smile at the newlywed couple as they waved at the two. Her head leaning against the wolf's shoulder, she found herself wondering when it would be her standing where Calya was now. A quiet but gentle voice filtered into her mind. "Perhaps much sooner than you might think, Padawan." She blinked, then blushed hard, turning her head and smiling at the Trandoshan at the far end. Though he said nothing, he returned the smile and bowed. Ekibo as a planet was lightly populated, devoting much of its land toward agriculture. Wide expanses of active farmland were interrupted only by the world's thick forests, it's generous seas and oceans, and the few deep canyons that gouged into parts of the southern and western continents. One such canyon had been gouged so wide and deep by millennia of steady water flow, that a settlement had been founded within the massive cave system along the rust orange rock walls, many centuries before the Trianii had learned to travel the stars. In that time, it had grown into a full-fledged city, one of the largest on the western continent- Nidma's Ravine. Not simply an upper-class settlement with a view to rival that of Drohesh City, it was known as many as the \_Yu'nar's\_Den- a place that 6 of the continent's 10 Matriarch's called home, and from where many formal announcements were made. It was here that Alisya had grown up with her brothers and sisters, had learned her place as a proper defender of her family and their honor. And although her duties as Bast's captain of bodyguards ensured she was never in one place for very long, often traveling to other planets in the Trian system, there was seldom a time when would rather be anywhere else but here. Things had changed. The northern shore of the canyon house an outcrop of stone, itself a combination of a traditional weaving-house as well as a point of contact for her mother- an office of sorts lay above the heads of the seamstresses and spinners, living space for those rare occasions when Bast was not "busy" mingling with the socialites of the city, seeing to it the output of her employees below were put to good use adorning the bodies of the rich. Yet while Alisya might have enjoyed the moments where she could pass on her news of succession, this occasion had her mildly unsettled. Moreover, as she stared into the deep blue currents residing within the canyon, her thoughts kept returning to her sister. After over a year without seeing her, and much longer since the two had found a means to connect, the Trianii fighter found herself missing her sibling far more deeply than she expected. As she stood at the balcony overlooking the deep blue river, she could feel the Matriarch approaching, and a fear started to growth within her. Had she not been thinking of her sister at the moment, she might have panicked. Before the madness could overtake her, a glint of light hit the sapphire river, and in the next moment she could hear Syrra's voice echo in her mind- words they had shared in private, shortly before they had parted. "I believe in my strength- just as I believe in yours." The fear was dispelled moments before the doors nearby clicked open. The bodyguard turned in place and watched as Bast approached, bowing to her mother respectfully and keeping her eyes cast downwards until she had crossed the office and stopped before the Trianii. "Raise your head, daughter- I wish to look into your eyes." She did as she was told, breathing in slightly and letting it out as she lifted her eyes to meet her mother's. "Late though I am... I have returned." She swallowed. "And... I have failed." The Matriarch said nothing for a few moments before nodding wearily and gesturing to the desk. "Be seated, Alisya. We must talk." The bodyguard nodded and complied, ensuring her movements were subdued and humble, clasping her paws in her lap as she waited for the Matriarch to speak. "I'm told there was a change in the orders I gave you- those you brought with you to fulfill your task informed me that you meant to end the lives of any who attempted to safeguard this 'Kajex's' life. I would hear an explanation for this." Alisya winced, a pang of guilt rending through her heart. "I... confess that I was jealous of the latitude you had granted upon Syrra for the... for the mistakes I feel she may have made. It clouded my judgment, and she and I dueled during the operation." Bast sighed. "'Greater than the sin of jealousy, is that siblings should draw blood from each other,' Alisya. You learned this holy lesson as a cub, just as you learned that your standing and position today is as it should be, destined by the gods. You have followed them devoutly, and so you are precisely where you are needed. As it is, you've told me that you enjoy your work." "I do," Alisya acknowledged. "Then there should not have been reason to raise your paw against your own sister if you are satisfied with your station. Syrra is... lost- but I have hope that she can return to us," Bast assured her, as she reached beneath her desk and withdrew a pair of glasses and a bottle of wine. "I'm glad, at least, that you came to your senses. Perhaps Syrra will come to hers." "And... you think that ending the life of this captain is the key to it?" Alisya answered uncertainly, watching as her mother filled the first glass. Bast's eyes narrowed, brow furrowed as she regarded the younger Trianii carefully. "His influence must be removed. If the gods be so kind to an outsider- and typically they are not- perhaps he will see wisdom first before his life is forfeit. I'm told, however, that such wisdom might well be within his grasp. Is it true that he is a Jedi?" Alisya paused, then nodded. "He is. He has explained that he is what is known to the Jedi Order as a 'Sentinel', a keeper of peace that works closely with the local authorities. He has done so since his fathers brought him to Ekibo to aid the Trianii Rangers." "Perhaps the lad is made of better stock than I initially took him for," the Matriarch replied doubtfully, filling the second glass. She held her paw out for a moment, the glass lifting into the air and floating gently before Alisya before settling on the table. "Be that as it may, any union between him and Syrra is unacceptable. Perhaps a constant reminder will cause him to think better of it." "Perhaps," Alisya agreed quietly. "Yet Syrra has raised her lightsaber in his defense. I... fear for her life, that she might very well give it up to protect him. N-not that I believe their love is genuine, I do not know," she added quickly. "But if she is lost, as you say, then she might well make irrational decisions." "Indeed," the Matriarch responded, taking a moment to sip from her glass. "And what of his allies?" "A brother and his fiancee, two ex-Imperial soldiers, a CorpSec officer, a bounty hunter and a Jedi Master- and 7 others of his kind, as well. I'm told they are likely among the last of their species, and so the Sentinel means to protect them with his life." "Noble," Bast replied with a subtle mocking tone. "I shall make the necessary updates to our files- they may be innocent, but if an example must be made to this 'Sentinel' to reconsider his plans for union, then so be it. The other assassins informed me that he raises his tail for other men, even his own kin- that alone makes him unsuitable to be my daughter's mate." She paused, her brow furrowing further. "In fact, they also told me one of their number, an Amaran female, referred to Syrra as a lover as well. What do you know of this?" Alisya had been ready for it. The sensation of invisible pressure around her head took hold. It had been imperceptible in the past, something she had never noticed under the elderly Trandoshan Jedi Master had taught her the meaning of the sensation- that of one's mind attempting to probe her own. Now that she knew of it, she could recognize the breach for what it was. Alisya's breath caught for a fleeting moment before it relaxed and she eased the infiltrating presence toward another avenue of memory, smoothly answering the Matriarch. "The Amaran bitch was inarticulate. The one you refer to, Keris, is merely Syrra's closest female friend. It was in this sense that she referred to Syrra as a 'girlfriend'." The bodyguard smiled. "You may rest easy, Mother- she does not lay with other women." Bast stared at her for a few seconds, her expression unreadable, before smiling back and nodding. "Very well. That is good." Alisya nodded and finally took a sip from her own glass. With her mind at ease, knowing the Matriarch had accepted the ruse, her thoughts turned back to Syrra- and her family. "If I may say so, Mother... I feel that Syrra has only the best intentions." "Oh?" "She... was very well trained, enough so that her skill allowed her to spare me and the others. It was through her wisdom that the other assassins were released, and Iaora's and Aarn's compassion that they were healed. If nothing else, this Sentinel has been an effective teacher for her, regardless of his intentions." Bast nodded. "They told me as much. He will be difficult to deal with, no doubt, but to his credit he still has his limited uses- Syrra will no doubt come to see those limitations in time. And as for Iaora- my sister and I do not get on very well these days... but I will convey my thanks nevertheless. There's no sense in hiding the fact that I sent you, though she is politically pragmatic enough that she will keep it to herself- and I owe her some small apology for the inconvenience." "Syrra... she told us that she wishes us all to be at peace," Alisya continued. "She knows you do not agree with her being engaged with Kajex, and she knows you will not give her your blessing. Nevertheless, she has told me the pain she feels at these circumstances." "Bless the poor cub's heart, and her unfortunate naivety," Bast sighed, looking trouble. "Would that she would recognize that it was her decisions which led her to these circumstances. She has been blessed by the gods to have a connection to the Force, and yet wastes it fraternizing with this outsider. I admit my mistake in assuming she was too weak to reach toward something greater, and that I should have been there to tutor her as I instructed you- yet I expected better wisdom from her. The Jedi Order was the next best thing- and it seems that they are no longer as whole as they used to be, if they allow this Sentinel into their ranks. She may still come back, when she is ready- and then there will be no pain." Alisya hesitated. "Can we not still love her, regardless of her losing her way?" Bast stared at her. "... Like Ra'Tasum?" "I love my brother," Alisya said abruptly. "Even if he really has made a mistake... should that not be how I feel?" The Matriarch shook her head. "My child... your love must be tempered by your duty. Compassion alone will not help the boy." There was silence as Alisya took another sip- though inwardly, she felt cold from the words. Far from not having her question answered, that Bast would not even refer to Ra'Ta as her son troubled Alisya greatly, such that she poured a little more effort into the Sentinel's lessons to mask her feelings. "I suppose things will pan out in time," Alisya said with a sigh. "What of me? What shall I do now?" "I cannot afford to send you on further attempts, not if your training cannot match Syrra's. If what I have been told is true, then this Kajex will be a powerful individual to contend with. It will require a specialist to deal with him. In the meantime, I expect you to put more effort into your Force studies." She drained the remainder of her glass in one gulp, setting the glass back in place. "For now, you'll be assigned her to oversee the rest of the security force's training- and you'll need to select new trainees. Those who have lost their limbs in service have given what is necessary for my station- ensure they are settled into other occupations." Alisya winced. "Some among them would rather remain as your servants." "Perhaps- but the will of our gods overrides their desires. The crippled are exempt from service to the blessed," Bast replied, getting to her feet. Inwardly glad that she did not reveal Syrra's recent injury, Alisya got to her feet as well. "Then there is nothing more to discuss, save one more thing." Bast raised an eyebrow. "Go on." Alisya hesitated before reaching into her satchel. "Syrra is of the opinion that you attempt to send messages to her through your actions- that you sent a bounty hunter after the Sentinel as a message to her that time was running out, that you sent me to assure her you were serious. She wished for me to give you something of hers, as a message to you." She pulled out a lock of blonde hair, braided tight and expertly, with a series of beads along the length- two of deep sapphire; two of brilliant gold; and two of immaculate white. The beads glinted for a moment in the sunlight as she set the braid on the Matriarch's desk. Bast said nothing, staring at it for what seemed to be minutes, an impassive expression on her face as her eyes seemed to haze over. Nevertheless, her voice was curt and clear when she spoke. "Very well. You may go now, Alisya- may the sun warm your path." "And yours, Mother," Alisya answered, bowing respectfully and turning. As she paced up the length of the long office to the door, she half expected the Matriarch to say something, to express some measure of anger or irritation. Yet silence followed the Trianii bodyguard until she reached the door. Before she shut it completely, Alisya glanced through the sliver of the doorway that remained open, peering within. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw the Matriarch hold the lock of Syrra's hair in her paw, her face streaked with tears as she whispered to herself. Though Alisya did not possess the same measure of ability that Syrra had, she could hear each word clearly. "Lost though you are, cub... I love you too..." A pang of sadness welled up in Alisya. Now feeling isolated in the rift between her mother and her sister, Alisya sealed the door behind her, wiping her eyes as she, too, started to mourn.
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Picture This by houndlover56	#5 of Amazing Race All Stars - Previously on the Amazing Race, our 16 teams got a chance to sleep the day away in Samoa. But a few of the teams took the time for some serious strategy. Tammy gave the critics their other Express Pass. Nick set fire to a bush. The prostitutes came in first. A fight	[ "Kissing", "Photo", "Photography", "Relationships", "Singapore", "race", "reality", "travel" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144537-picture-this	Previously on the Amazing Race, our 16 teams got a chance to sleep the day away in Samoa. But a few of the teams took the time for some serious strategy. Tammy gave the critics their other Express Pass. Nick set fire to a bush. The prostitutes came in first. A fight broke down between teams. And bakers got cut from race. Only 15 teams are left. What crazy location will we drop them in next? And who will fall into last place and risk elimination? And what other twists does Toner have up his sleeve? Keep watching, it's time for... the Amazing Race: All Stars. \\\* "Welcome back to Samoa," Toner introduces. "It looks like it's going to be another sunny day for our players. Which is boring. Anyways, for any of the viewers who were wondering who got the first Boomerang Ticket; you can stop the theories. Tammy & Rachel were voted to receive the first Ticket, but it expired yesterday so they're on their own and they are no longer eligible to get any future Tickets. "With that being said, it's time to begin the fifth leg of the All-Star race. Up first are prostitutes, Devon & Jon." He steps to the side and allows them to collect the first tip. "'Take a flight to Changi Airport to find the next clue box'," Jon reads. "'Changi'? What kind of a name is that?" It's actually the name of an airport worthy of being a destination in itself. Teams must board flights to Singapore, a small city-state just off the coast of Malaysia. Also known as the "Little Red Dot", the city is known for its warm climate, diverse population, and creepy statues that will definitely stick with you. After teams land, they must take taxis to the Universal Studios on Sentosa Island where they'll find the next tip. The prostitutes take an early lead with the olympians and critics right behind them. Tammy whistles for a cab and miraculously, one stops for them. The four of them cram into the backseat and they ride together. "I'm still in awe that you would give us the other Express Pass," Barbara says. "Hey," the skunk says, "I made a solemn oath to try to be a better person this year; for my sake and for Rachel's." The green cat blushes and she rubs her arm. She's more than impressed that her partner is taking it easier this year. Plus, with Barbara & Eddy on their side; they'll be unstoppable. Ren & Cal run off together with the marines right behind them. Right as they took the tip, Chris & Zack hugged each other and shouted with glee. Not because they came in fifth, but because they didn't hear the number four at the checkpoint yesterday. "Finally!!!" the wolf cries out. "After who knows how long we finally didn't come in fourth place!!!" "And all it took was us being slowed down by the Roadblock for it to happen," Zack points out. Now that he thinks about those words, it's probably not something worth cheering about. Flight number one holds enough seats for the first seven teams. But the other eight are stuck on the other plane, delayed by forty minutes. Last-place drivers are a little bit on edge; so much tension between them that if you tried to cut the tension with a knife, the knife would snap in half. "I'm not happy with you," Donna says. Vito shrugs. "Like I care what you think." Donna is all pissy at him because he purposely put them in last place to he could split up her and Claudia. His reasoning? The two of them together were slowing his team down. Now that she's gone, perhaps the drivers can start improving their ranking. Fifteenth place? Vito scoffs. They can do way better than that. Much better. Mitch looks out the window of the plane with his ears pinned down. He sighs. "Dude, are you doing okay?" Jasper asks. "You look like you're about to throw up." "I know. I just miss Kit. Why did we have to get on separate planes?" Mitch already misses that cute purple star over her eye and that glossy white fur. And the way she's so serious; Mitch doesn't know why but he likes a girlfriend who's more focused than him. The humans try to catch a little shut-eye before they land. Brent looks over at the graduates, who are seated in a different aisle. June looks precious and fragile while asleep. Mabel... somehow she found a way to sleep with her feet hanging off the luggage compartment. Brent nudges his friend by the elbow. "See?" he whispers. "Even her sleeping habits are much creepier." Syd grumbles something about wanting sleep and covers his face with a pillow. Brent is secretly proud that him and Syd are moving up in the ranks; they even beat Mabel yesterday. Yet, through all of that, they're still stuck on the second flight out. Tomorrow, he wants to get on the first plane out no matter what. Ryan trusts Josee enough to let her sleep on his lap. She usually makes the cutest noises during her sleep. Except that one time she ate pork and beans on their second date just to "try it out". "Blowing a tuba" is not the kind of thing a guy wants to hear during a car ride home. With subtle movements on the floor, Nick slowly sneaks up behind Joey & Miles, who are snore-deep into their sleep. The red fox comes up behind the other red foxes with a small squirt can of whipped cream. Leaning over the back of their seats, he carefully sprays some off over their necks, giving them perfect cream beards. As Nick settles back in his seat, Judy blinks awake to see him sit back down. "What've you been doing?" the bunny asks. "Oh nothing," he answers. Lately, the vegetarians have been becoming the butt end of a few practical jokes from Nick. He has no idea what the appeal to them is; it's just hilarious when they get mad. This just in, flight number one has landed in Singapore, and like it was predicted, it's nighttime there. Zack whistles for a taxi. "To Universal Studios, please!" he tells the driver. Wheels spin out as the teams begin the race for first place. Kit sighs and looks out the window, watching the various buildings pass by. "What's got you bummed, sis?" Kitty asks, patting her on the back. She looks like a mix between nauseous and depressed. "I just can't believe the frat bros were stuck on a later flight. You think that Mitch is going to be okay?" For a second, Kit almost forgets that Jasper is on the same team as him. "I'm sure he will be. We'll just catch up with each other later on. But while we're alone, let's focus on the race a little bit, alright?" Kit sits up in her seat. "You're right. I can't let boys distract me. Even though Mitch is a nice guy and he's got those adorable pointy ears and those sexy abs and-and those ocean-blue eyes that I want to just get lost in and-" Kitty slaps her sister on the side of her face. "Oh, right. Sorry." Jen leans back in the backseat with her legs crossed. "So how exactly are we going to be working with the phone girls if we're never on the same flight?" the collie asks. She recalls the deal Sindy and Angie made during the fire dance task yesterday. She overheard what the two were talking about. And to be honest, Jennifer wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea. "I was thinking that it'd be good to have a replacement for the movie experts," Angie explains, "but now that I think about it, they don't do very well in this competition." Jen was liking where this was going. "So, we'll keep the vixens in our back pocket just in case we need them. In the meantime, we work to maintain our lead." Our married couple reaches the clue box first. "I don't see any other teams," Ren observes. "We must be in first." For once, he adds to himself. The fox takes the next tip. "It's a One-Way: 'Singapore Safari: Working together, you must take three pictures all over the city.'" But not just any pictures; teams must take three selfies at three different locations: Sri Mariamman Temple, the Singapore Flyer, and the MacRitchie Reservoir, which will serve as this week's checkpoint. Last team to check in... could be eliminated. All teams will be provided a camera, a truck, and a GPS for navigation. After that, they're all on their own. Ren & Cal take the lead with the marines right behind them. Zack squeals while Chris drives. "A selfie challenge?!" the fox gasps. "This is going to be the easiest task ever!" Chris chuckles; he knows just how much Zack adores taking pictures of himself, even with other people. "A picture-taking challenge?" Tammy asks, almost offended. She nudges Rachel in the arm with her elbow. "Can these tasks get any easier? You know what would be a good idea? If we used our Express Pass today." Rachel doesn't seem on board so the skunk continues. "I mean, think about it; if we use the Pass, we skip the challenge and go directly into first place!" "I don't want to use the Pass on something easy, though," Rachel says. "Besides, we're not at risk of being eliminated. Why don't we save the Pass for when we really need it. In fact..." The cat reaches into Tammy's pocket and takes the Pass out, slipping it into her own. "Just incase." Tammy slumps back. Rachel still doesn't trust her 100% even after what they've been through so far on the race. Perhaps I need to try a little harder, she thinks. "There's the Temple!" she points out. A low stone white building comes into view; a towering grey pyramid sits on top with five with all kinds of fake people hanging off of it. Tammy pulls the truck over to the side of the road and hops out with Rachel, who has already turned on the camera. "You ready?" the cat asks. Both olympians offer their brightest smile as she snaps a photo of them standing in front of the Temple. "Sweet; it turned out awesome." They both look up to see other teams coming their way. "No time to chat, we need to get to the Flyer and fast!" Both girls run back into their truck and they speed off. One down, two left. The prostitutes and the sorority sisters arrive at the Temple next. The tiger fumbles with the camera while the husky stands in front of him. "You need to be in the shot too, Dev," Jon reminds his partner. "It's a One-Way, remember?" "I didn't forget, I was just making sure that it was-" A bright flash blinds him for a second. Dev rubs his eyes. His fingers must have slipped and pressed the button. "Darn it! I can't see!" Jon quickly grabs the camera takes another picture of the two of them standing outside; Jon bearing a worried look on his muzzle. "Maybe I should be driving," he suggests. Besides, Dev was driving a little slow on the way here. Don't think that Jon didn't see Tammy & Rachel zoom ahead of them. He will do anything to get back into the first place spot. Angie & Jennifer also have problems with the flash. When Jen looks back on the picture, both girls have their eyes half-shut. "Should we try it again?" the collie asks. Angie shakes her head. "Nope. It counts as one of the three photos. Besides, the tip didn't say they had to be GOOD selfies." With no other way to argue with that, Jen hops into the truck with Angie and the ride off. The plane carrying our other eight teams has landed. They're going to have to make up a lot of lost time if they want to avoid elimination. As teams from the second flight get to Universal Studios, more teams finish taking the first selfie. Zack looks very enthusiastic in the picture while Chris musters his best smile. Cal & Ren did one of them sharing a kiss. Donna took the wheel of the truck, pressing down on the accelerator. "Start out in last place," she grumbles to herself. "Lousy partner. Stupid show." She grips the steering wheel so tight that her fingers start to hurt. "Did you manage to get the rest of the cream off your fur?" Miles asks. Joey continues to brush out her neck fur, mumbling in anger to herself. Ever since they woke up, they saw the practical joke that Nick played on them. Honestly, they weren't too pleased about it. Joey tosses her brush aside. "Nick is absolutely infuriating," she says, narrowing her eyes in disgust. "If there's anything we can do to send his sorry butt packing, we should try to do it." Normally, Miles doesn't like to get into conflict, but Joey is right; the red fox cannot get away with this. "Woohoo!!!" Josee hangs her arm out of the door, the air blowing into her face as she drives down the road. "Don't you just love when the wind is in your hair, Ry?!" she shouts over the sound of the wind. Ryan shakes his head, the wolf hardly able to keep his eyes open. "Not really!" he yells back. "I don't appreciate the dust and bugs getting into my fur!" No wonder it took Josee three tries to get a driver's license; she's a maniac when it comes to speed. Why did I let her drive? Ryan thinks. "We're here!" Josee jerks the wheel. The truck skids across the road, turning slightly until it comes to a stop at the curb, miraculously undamaged. "I learned that trick in college." The tigress hops out, scooping her boyfriend out of his seat. She holds him and the camera up in front of the Temple. "Smile, baby!" Click! Josee's smile and Ryan's look of slight fear take up most of the frame. Barbara & Eddy show up minutes later with a few other teams. "We would have showed up sooner," Barbara explains, "but we got a flat tire and it slows us down completely." "Luckily one of the locals was there to help us out," Eddy says "Let's go." He pulls Barbara out in front of the building for the picture. Brent snaps the photo quickly, rushing back into his truck and buckling in. "Sweet, one photo down already and we're ahead of Mabel. This is looking like a good day." Syd rolls his eyes. Just don't fight it, he tells himself. Whatever you do; don't fight him. The twins arrive not too much longer later. "Are you sure you didn't drive around on purpose to slow us down?" Kitty asks. "N-No. What would give you that idea?" Kit asks nonchalantly. Her heart beats faster. Sweat pours down her forehead. "Because I just saw the humans and they were on flight number two." Kitty glares at her. Like the time Kit accidentally spilled finger paint on her favorite shoes and she tried to lie about it. Seriously; who would believe that the class pet goldfish, Bernie, would be responsible? (They were in kindergarten.) "Ok, I admit it!" Kit breaks down. "I wanted to work with the frat bros." She holds her head in her paws. "What am I doing? I'm letting my emotions control how I play the game." Kitty tugs on her sister gently. "Come on. Why don't we just take the picture and move on to the next location. I promise you that you and Mitch will get all the alone time you want at the checkpoint." Meanwhile, the prostitutes are the first to arrive at the Singapore Flyer; a giant ferris wheel lit up purple under the night sky. Jon holds the camera again, only this time, he jumps into Devon's arms and takes the photo with the Flyer in the background. "We've got this, baby," the husky says. "One more location and it's victory once again!" Cal & Ren arrive next for their shot. "How do you want to do this shot?" the bear asks. "I don't think it matters," Ren says. The fox snuggles up to his husband, pressing his muzzle into Cal's soft chest. With his longer arms, the bear takes the picture. The light of the Flyer darkens their heads into a pair of silhouettes. Kit & Kitty snap the picture in front of the Temple like they would in a spy movie; finger guns out. Sally & Sindy wrap an arm around each other's shoulders for their shot. June smile while Mabel looks at the lens with the same monotonous expression that she has been giving. Judy hugs Nick close as she snaps the photo; their classic pose. Currently in last place, the vegetarians hustle to get the perfect shot. "I have a feeling we're not doing so well," Joey says. "Do you now know how to work a camer-" A bright flash cuts her off and she rubs her eyes. "Ouch! A little warning next time, please?" "Sorry," Miles says. Both foxes hop back into their truck and drive off. He isn't very good with cameras, which is why they didn't do so great. One time he secretly tried to take a picture of his brother sleeping with his finger up his nose; but Miles forgot to turn the flash off so... it didn't turn out well for him. Up ahead, the fraternity brothers were talking about their allies. "Do you think Kit will wait for us?" Mitch asks. Lately, the shepherd was all he could ever think about. She was such a nice girl. Jasper shrugs. "I doubt it. She wants to win as much as we do. She has every time to continue on if she so pleases." Jasper is secretly thrilled that Mitch and Kit like each other; any dude likes it when his friends get along. But during a huge competition? Maybe a little separation would be good for them. For now, just focus on not coming in last and it'll all be good. The drivers weren't very impressed with their first selfie. Donna scowled at the camera, while Vito tried to look anywhere but his partner; you can tell from the way he was looking at the ground. Looking back at the blurred picture, the fox sighs. "I don't know how much longer you're going to be mad at me. Claudia was a bad influence and you know it." "She was also one of my friends and one of our greatest allies. Thanks to you, we dropped into last place, which is why I had to take the photo so fast." "Yes. That's why WE had to do that." Donna rolls her eyes. Can her partner be any more annoying? A mix of the first and second planes begin showing up at the Singapore Flyer. Angie & Jennifer, along with the olympians, daters, and humans show up next. "Sweet," Brent says. "We've jumped from ninth to seventh." Syd hops out of the truck and follows Brent to where they can get a good shot of the ferris wheel in the background. Tammy snaps a picture of both her and Rachel with a neutral look on her face. "We're falling behind," the skunk observes. "All because Rachel didn't want me to use our hard-earned Express Pass." "I've already explained this. If we use the Pass now, then we can't get out of a harder task in a future leg. No. We save it for when we really need it." Tammy sighs out a long breath. She can't even begin to express how annoying that's beginning to sound. "Smile." Josee squeezes Ryan close to her body as she takes the shot. She's really impressed at how much they've improved their ranking today. But they still need one more picture to take. Angie & Jen take a plain selfie; not wanting to think too much about detail and having to slow back down again. Barbara & Eddy drive up, rushing out for the picture. "Never have I ever struggled with taking a picture of myself in my entire life," Eddy complains. "Stay with me!" Barbara commands. She holds up her partner and snaps a shot of them both in front of the Flyer, worried looks on their faces and their foreheads gleaming with sweat. The drivers arrive next with a few more teams on their tails as most of the other trucks drive off for the third and final location. Mabel takes a turn holding the camera up to take a picture of her and June. When it develops, the cat takes a closer look how the purple lights in the background appear compared to the rest of the photo. "I love how the angle makes my black fur look darker in this," she says. Kitty offers to use the camera again for her team. Kit rubs her arm in a shy manner; doing her best to keep her eyes open as the flash goes off. "You know," Kit says, "I'm starting to like the stars over our eyes better than the black blotches. It blends in better with the nighttime sky rather than make it look like we don't have fur there." Ironically, right as they spin off, the frat bros turn up. "Hey! I see the twins! We better hurry if we want to make it!" Mitch says. His sweaty palms lose hold of the camera. Luckily, Jasper snatched it with his tail right before it hits the ground. "Dude! You almost lost our pictures!" Mitch gives his partner an apologetic look. Jasper sighs. "Sorry, didn't mean to yell at you. Why don't we just get this leg over with? I'm already getting a little sleepy." Lazily, the hound dog holds the camera up and takes a photo of them both without thinking about how they're going to look in the shot. The race for first place heats up at the MacRitchie Reservoir. In the middle of the lake, a zig-zagging dock leads to a giant red canopy with a wooden floor and a pointed top. A hiking path surrounds the lake so, the teams have a park a little ways away. The prostitutes, our married couple, and the marines arrive first; cameras ready in their fidgety paws. Jon runs up to the lake first, followed by his partner. "Well, this is the reservoir," the husky states. "What are you waiting for? Take the picture!" Devon pulls Jon close and kisses him on the cheek as the flash goes off with the lake in the background. "Now... where's the checkpoint?" He looks around but doesn't see Toner or the carpet anywhere. Devon shrugs. "I have no idea." He digs into the pocket of his jeans for the clue they received at the airport. "It only says that we have to check in here but... where's Toner at?" Ren overhears this but doesn't say anything to Cal. As long as the other teams are stumped, they can catch back up, maybe even come in first place. Smiling, the fox takes the picture, then sticks the camera into his back pocket. Both teams frantically look around, trying to find Toner, but with no such luck. "What do you think the big deal is?" Chris asks after Zack snaps the shot. "I have no idea. But if I know one thing about this race, is that it's never a good idea to assume stuff. Let's just look around; some of the others are already doing it." Zack follows his allies close behind them. The wolf jogs up to stand by his side. Sally & Sindy take another regular photo at the ferris wheel, unaware that they are trailing behind in last place. "When we get home, I'm thinking about taking up my old dream of becoming a model," Sindy says. "All day people get to hear my voice but they never get to see me, you know?" Sally nods. "I understand, girl. But you sure you're ready for that kind of stuff? You've always told me you don't like girls who flash their bodies around like everybody's business." In response, Sindy shrugs. "Just thought it would be nice to try something new." The daters, twins, and sorority sisters arrive at the reservoir next. Much like the other three teams, they cannot locate Toner immediately either. "What is this, some kinda of a joke?" Angie asks. "A challenge-within-a-challenge deal? We have to find Toner within this place?" Jen shakes her head. "I don't think so. It's dark out with all the mist, it makes it hard to see what exactly is going on, even with the street lamps. Why don't we focus on the task at hand first." With that, the collie snaps a pic of the girls on the shore of the lake. Knowing this will be the last picture, Josee becomes a little snazzy, digging her sunglasses out before taking the photo. "Why both since it's the middle of the night?" Ryan asks. The tigress giggles. "Ryan, I don't expect you to understand what it's like to be in style." She walks off without another word. That is what is so great about their relationship; they can insult each other all they want, and the other will still come around later on. As Cal & Ren walk down the shore of the lake, they pass by the canopy in the middle of the water. Cal looks up and does a double-take when he sees the outline of someone standing under the red roof. Before he's convinced it's some sort of apparition, Cal takes a second look and notices a few details begin to make out; floppy ears, jean vest and a long snout. Toner. The bear nudges his husband and points in Toner's direction. "It's in the water," Cal whispers. Ren nods as soon as he spots the host under the canopy. Together, they begin running around the lake towards the other end of the dock which will lead to the canopy. Jon takes notice and instantly traces a path to where they're going in his mind. The second he spots the host standing in the water, the husky grabs Devon by the arm and pulls him to the closer end of the dock. "The bastard is on the water!" he whisper-screams. Dev yanks free of Jon's grasp and runs alongside him. The married couple and the prostitutes run onto the docks; the sound of pounding footsteps against wooden ground echoes throughout the reservoir, but only enough to get the attention of a few teams, not so much as the others. The back and forth motion gets to Cal as he slows down to the point of walking at each turn. Ren, seeing the other team gaining speed as they cross back and forth, aims a throw at Toner and tosses his camera as hard as he can towards him. The red dog catches it in one try. Ren grabs ahold of Cal and steers him towards the canopy with only one turn left. Dev & Jon are about to round their last corner as well, but the other team is faster. Ren falls down on the carpet with Cal splaying out on top of him. Jon & Devon trip and fall down alongside the bear, giving their camera to Toner as well. "Photos check out," Toner says. "Ren & Cal take first place." The black fox whoops and the bear just smiles. "Prostitutes, once again you're back in second place territory. But nice job." With no mention of a penalty, Jon sighs in relaxation. With the race for first done, it's now a 13-way fight to stay out of last. Seeing themselves in last place, the drivers, officers, and vegetarians hurry themselves up on the second photo. All three of them doing class (and almost lazy) poses in the shots. "We probably could've done better," Judy says. "But Nick wouldn't decide on what we could do for the second shot." "It's a race, sweetheart," Nick retorts. "Nobody cares about the quality of the work as long as it gets done." Even though that's not 100% true, the rabbit stays quiet as the fox drives along to the next location. "Why does everybody have to be so slow?" Donna growls. Her claws dig into the steering wheel. Vito cannot help but look at the last photo, where her used both paws to hold the camera while his partner stood behind him, giving him devil horns with her fingers. Sheesh, he thinks. I know what I did to the bakers was harsh but give it a rest already. I was only doing what was best for us! Against all odds, the humans arrive at nearly the same time as the graduates. "What?!" Brent shouts in disgust. "How are you two catching up?!" He groans in frustration and runs out to the lake. June hangs back with Syd. "Hey," the wolfess says. "It's been quite some time since you and I had a real conversation. How's Brent holding up?" "As good as he can get," Syd answers truthfully. "To be honest, I think he's getting worse by the second. I'll catch you later, okay?" He runs off to catch up with Syd before he has another hissy fit. Chris & Zack run onto the platform to meet up with Toner. Once they hand him their camera, the dog announces, "Third place for the marines." The fox squeals and hugs Chris tight. Tammy & Rachel arrive next along with their new allies, the critics. "Let's get a shot at the docks," the skunk suggests. "It looks like that's where all of the other teams are heading." With nothing to lose, the wolves follow them as the run for the lake. By the time Jasper & Mitch, and Vito & Donna arrive, they notice that most of the teams are already there. "Aww, man," Mitch says. "What if we're already in last place?" "All the more reason to work faster," Donna says, mostly to herself than to the boys. As they run towards the lake, Donna starts thinking about how the frat bros have won the race two years ago. Their "dumb boys" act may work on other people, but they're more clever than they seem. Even without Claudia here, she's going to try to mess with the minds of the other teams. She just needs to find out how. The twins run up to the carpet with the camera in paw. "Fourth place," Toner says to them. And he says to the sorority sisters, "Fifth." And to the out-of-breath humans, "Sixth." Brent made Syd run at full speed towards the checkpoint after the photo was taken. "Do we need to get you boys medical attention." "No, it's all right," Brent wheezes. He leans against one of the wooden poles that supports the structure to catch his breath. Barbara & Eddy- 7th place Tammy & Rachel- 8th place Josee & Ryan- 9th place Donna & Vito- 10th place Sindy & Sally- 11th place The officers and vegetarians arrive at the lake and spread out; mostly because of resentment from Joey & Miles. "Are they really that mad over a ridiculous prank?" Nick asks. "Wow. I didn't even intend to do something like that for the rest of this race. But now... they're looking like easy targets." "Nick, please don't focus on them," Judy says. "We're in the bottom four and we need to stay in the race." The rabbit holds up the camera and snaps a photo of them both. "Did you see where the other teams went to check in at?" The fox shakes his head. "We'll have to search the grounds together. It's too dark to go separately." Joey adjusts the camera lens to it shows Miles clearly underneath the dark layer of shadow the nighttime lake casts behind him. "Almost ready and... smile." She darts around to the front of the camera and they flash their teeth in two bright smiles. After the millisecond of light, the vixen tucks away the camera. "Now that we've got that done, where are we supposed to find the checkpoint?" Miles asks. He's noticed that the other teams have been having difficulty with finding Toner and the carpet. The vixen shrugs. "I don't know. We'll have to look around like the others." She grabs her partner's paw and tugs him forward. "Where on Earth can Toner be hiding?" June asks. Even though she's a canine, she can hardly see through the mist in the air. "I saw most of the others come this way and they've just disappeared." Mabel stops them dead in their tracks, with the frat bros bumping right into them. "Oops! Sorry, ladies," Jasper's voice says. "It's hard to see with all this stuff in the air." "It's fine," June says. She turns to her partner. "Mabel, what has gotten into you?" The black cat holds up a paw. She lifts her nose and sniffs. Even without canine instincts, she can detect a certain smell in the air. Arrogance and a pinch of sadism on top. "I can smell him, Toner," Mabel says. She takes another large whiff and the answer comes to her like the answer to a chemistry question. Wait! she scolds herself, that sounds too much like the old Mabel. "He's in the lake; under the canopy." All four teams close in on the lake, some more aware of the checkpoint more than others. The graduates and frat bros run for the docks as fast as they can. It was obvious the girls weren't going to let them pass so Jasper & Mitch allowed them to go ahead. The officers reach one end of the dock at a walking pace, still unaware of the fact that Toner was standing at the end of it until Judy perks up an ear and ears the sound of footsteps running on the planks. "Do you hear that?" she asks. "It sounds like running." "We should probably see what the big deal is," Nick says. The officers run down the zig-zagged path. Toner greets the graduates first of the four. "Twelfth place," he says. "Jasper & Mitch, thirteenth." The college boys cheer and give each other a high-five. "So this is where Toner was hiding the whole time?" Nick asks. "Pretty clever. But please tell me that we've made it." "Yep. Fourteenth place goes to the officers." \\\* It's another five minutes before Joey & Miles discover that the checkpoint was right under their noses the whole time. The night time and the exhaustion catch up to them, both foxes shivering in their boots. When they walk up to the carpet, they've given up hope that they'll hear a good number. "Vegetarians," the host starts out. "You're the last team to arrive." Miles lets out a long breath. "I guess we could've done better. I'm sorry I let you down, Joey." He hugs his best friend close, more for comfort but also to offer body warmth. "You didn't let me down," Joey says. "There's nothing we could've done to-" "Surprise!" Toner blows a noisemaker in his muzzle. "This was a non-elimination round; you're still in the race." Both foxes perk up and squeal victoriously even though they lost today. Tomorrow, though, will be a different story, and they will do whatever it takes to make sure they stay out of last place this time. "Well, we had 15 and 15 still remain," Toner says to the audience. "But I guarantee you that one team will be going down. Next time on... the Amazing Race: All-Stars."
Krris #2 by bluedraggy	#2 of Krris It does not take long for Muz-Ra to get to the heart of Krris' problem. However, after learning more details, she does have a problem maintaining a professional demeanor. She would NOT make a good psychiatrist. - \| "Red, I am never going to have Udaran's love like I've long dreamed. But	[ "3D", "Adult", "Adult Content", "Adventure", "Argonian", "Bisexual", "Booty", "Butt", "CGI", "Compassion", "Cuddling", "Erotic", "F/M", "Fanfiction", "Fantasy", "Feline", "Friendship", "Humor", "M/F", "NSFW", "Nudity", "Reptile", "Series", "Sexy", "Straight", "Tail", "Thong", "Tight Clothes", "Webcomic" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148493-krris-2	\| "Red, I am never going to have Udaran's love like I've long dreamed. But I have a new dream that's in my grasp. I will tell you or do whatever I can to make that happen. I trust you." "Well! Okay then. Now, I'm going to have to be careful here. I've got a rather powerful boyfriend, and I don't want him to get the wrong idea. So we'll just talk. But I need you to be completely open with me, and it's going to be about your sex life." "Red! I don't have a sex life. That's kind of the problem!"\< \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/6da7e0ee16a460c97eaf9b176917abcd/tumblr_inline_oltc2suw0O1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/6da7e0ee16a460c97eaf9b176917abcd/tumblr_inline_oltc2suw0O1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| "Everyone has a sex life, Krris. It just may not be with another person. You see where I'm going here?" Krris' eyes grew wide. "Oh! That. Well... yeah... okay, I guess I have a sex life. It's just a lonely one." "And that's what we're going to need to fix. But first, I need you to be completely honest with me, and I do hereby promise this will be 100% private forever too." The Khajiit smiled some relief at that, and Muz-Ra noticed his tail fur did unfluff at least a little. \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/3d6b8e2fe54998c67e40f029e6a77eca/tumblr_inline_oltc4cKVFS1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/3d6b8e2fe54998c67e40f029e6a77eca/tumblr_inline_oltc4cKVFS1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| Krris, when you do that, what do you think about?" "Well... you probably know already." "Assume I know nothing, Krris. What do you think about?" "Udaran." "Always?" "Always Udaran."\< \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/b071f45e4af414dff8d7abf6655106e7/tumblr_inline_oltc5sbbjm1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/b071f45e4af414dff8d7abf6655106e7/tumblr_inline_oltc5sbbjm1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| "Specifically... what part of Udaran do you think about?" "What part? Oh, the usual I guess. Her... tail mostly. And underneath it of course." "Well, that's pretty normal anyway. Tell me, have you ever seen... what's underneath?" "Until that one time in the bath, no. And even then I just maybe peeked a little. Other than that, just a Tails magazine, but they don't do nudity." \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/40286c5a0ea1ca1739e90f4c558fe250/tumblr_inline_oltc90xbfe1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/40286c5a0ea1ca1739e90f4c558fe250/tumblr_inline_oltc90xbfe1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| "ONE Tails magazine?" "Well... maybe... 82." "Really? (I didn't know there were that many!) Do you still have them?" "Not all of them." "Let me guess... only the ones with Udaran in them?" Krris nodded sheepishly. \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/f483a4bca749bacadbcaf3cecae5ca02/tumblr_inline_oltcafNnVs1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/f483a4bca749bacadbcaf3cecae5ca02/tumblr_inline_oltcafNnVs1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| "Well, don't feel too bad Krris. You've just got an obsession, and you've been feeding it every time you do that." "You think?" "Absolutely. How long would you say you've been doing that with Udaran's pictures?" "Oh, I guess around 10 minutes. Maybe a little more." "No no no. Not how long does it take. How long has it been since you started using her pictures? "Well, kind of... forever." "Forever?! How old are you Krris?" \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/a7d1b7f15fef3d48348ca1ae49726558/tumblr_inline_oltcc6tAZN1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/a7d1b7f15fef3d48348ca1ae49726558/tumblr_inline_oltcc6tAZN1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| "No one's ever asked me that before. Red, I don't want to lose my position!" "KRRIS! How old ARE you!?" "I turned nineteen about three weeks ago." "Really! Have you ever been with anyone? Sexually?" "Well... No." "Oh my god!" Muz-Ra cried, somewhere between a laugh and a scream as she collapsed onto the ground trying not to lose control. "A virgin?" "Please Red, I know you want to help, but you're not making this very easy on me!" Krris protested. \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/7fcedf02ddf31d46438f318a1557a460/tumblr_inline_oltcfrb8ra1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/7fcedf02ddf31d46438f318a1557a460/tumblr_inline_oltcfrb8ra1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| "I'm sorry. You're right. But... so your only sexual experience has been with Udaran in some magazines?" "Well, I did work at the Cathouse. I know how it's done. But, personally... no." Krris said, looking away. "NO! Krris, do not be embarrassed! You are made to be sexual Krris. We may keep it private, but we ALL are, unless we have much bigger problems than yours!" "So... you think I can get over her?" Krris asked hopefully. \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/c2bdf61b46d1862b70cc62faa54c3085/tumblr_inline_oltclmWXsx1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/c2bdf61b46d1862b70cc62faa54c3085/tumblr_inline_oltclmWXsx1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| "Who? Udaran? Krris, Udaran is not your problem. Your problem is your cock doesn't know how to get hard without her picture! You've trained yourself, whether you realize it or not. I suspect even if she were waiving her tail right in front of you, you'd have the same problem since she's not on paper!" \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/2495c1130ae935c9b5e72ab45f770df9/tumblr_inline_oltcn43LoP1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/2495c1130ae935c9b5e72ab45f770df9/tumblr_inline_oltcn43LoP1sn6wro_1280.png) \|\| Krris shook his head. "No... it definitely gets hard when I see her." "Oh! Okay. Well, there's one theory shot. I know men, Krris, but I'm not one myself as you may have noticed. My knowledge only goes so far. But I have a plan." \| [![image](https://68.media.tumblr.com/ee91864650f9b313ecbe079860d5ca80/tumblr_inline_oltcomsews1sn6wro_540.png)](https://68.media.tumblr.com/ee91864650f9b313ecbe079860d5ca80/tumblr_inline_oltcomsews1sn6wro_1280.png) \|
Changes Made by Terinas	#4 of Vixen's Run Written up for HypnoBear week 2017! Find out more at https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8098920/ I AM INCAPABLE OF KEEPING ANYTHING SHORT! This story was MEANT to just be a five page teaser idea. But it's not worth getting angry about. In any event, this one is a story set in my	[ "Anal", "Bear", "Camwhore", "Corruption", "Cum", "Dalmatian", "Dildos", "Dog", "Gay", "Homosexual", "Hypnobearweek2017", "Hypnosis", "Injections", "Latex", "Lion", "M/M", "Masturbation", "Non-Consensual", "Puppy", "Rhino", "Rubber", "Toys", "Transformation", "brainwashing", "non-con", "petplay" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150627-changes-made	Changes Made A Story set in the Vixen's Run Universe (Sorta) By Terinas Tiger "Let go of me!" Timothy shouted, growling at the two figures squeezing his arms. His two captors didn't even feel human. Their bodies were covered, head to toe, in black, rubbery material. He felt synthetic "fur" rubbing against his arms as they dragged him inside. One of them had a head sculpted into the shape of a lion,with strands of a darkened "mane" poofing out around a head that seemed to move too naturally for the sheen and texture of it. The other's head was that of a rubberized rhino, with eyes bent into a perpetual scowl and nostrils that hit his skin with a hot, moist snort. No matter how much the human struggled, he couldn't break the grip of the two enforcers as they hauled him down a darkened hallway. A door was opened. He felt the arms holding him down pull back... before tossing him inside a dimly-lit room. "Fuckin' hell!" He shouted, landing on his face. The creaking of metal against metal alerted him just too late that the door he'd entered by was closing behind him. Standing up, Timothy wiped some grime off his Vixen's Run sports jacket while looking over his blue jeans for any excess filth. It had only been an hour ago that the young man, just slightly intoxicated after a night of celebrating his recent college track victory at the bars, had found himself yanked into an alleyway, pulled into an unmarked van, and hauled to places unknown. A chill ran up his spine. "Where the heck am I?" he growled, a scowl along his face. "I apologize for ze brusque treatment of my servants." A voice echoed through the room. It was then and there that the blue-eyed youth took a moment to actually look at his surroundings. The voice seemed to be coming from speakers mounted at the top of each of the four corners of the room. Within it were three simple things: A padded chair bolted to the floor in the center of the room, a glass window running from one side of the western wall to the other, and a single flatscreen television mounted above it. "Pride and Prejudice are both quite thick, and do not understand ze meaning of the word 'gentle'. However, I keep zem around for being quite useful." On the other end of the glass wall he could see something. Something almost, but not quite, human. Just like the two that had abducted him. "You are here, you see, because you have been selected to be the subject of my next experiment." Timothy blinked, staring at the figure. "Oh great. Another one of these fucking fake furs." He glared at his captor. On the other side of the glass divider was what looked like an anthropomorphic bear, his fur and body a gleaming, polished black latex in color. A toothy grin extended across a rubberized snout. Muscles bulged along the creature's shirtless body, gleaming in the dim light of a single lightbulb hanging on the creature's side of the ceiling. A pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of that snout glinted in the dim light from overhead. It was difficult to tell, but Timothy could almost make out a flaccid shaft between the creature's legs. Unlike the rhino and the lion, the black bear was entirely naked. "I ain't your lab rat, you bastard!" The human made a fist and shook it. "Let me go!" The bear's face broke into a smirk. Then a chuckle. For a moment, Timothy found himself wondering how that face was so flexible if it was made of the same material as the lion and the rhino's bodies. "Your involvement vuz never meant to be voluntary." The big bear walked forward towards the glass. At this point, Timothy realized how much taller his captor was than he. The bespectacled ursine was at least eight feet tall, dwarfing Timothy's six. And unlike the lithe track star's body that Timothy had cultivated for himself from years of practice, his captor had the build of a professional wrestler: his barrel chest enormous and unyielding, his flesh gleaming and oiled. 'You zee, I am refining ze techniques pioneered by my own creator. A weak minded fool named Janus Moreau." At the mention of the name, the bear's brown eyes narrowed, yet his cock started to stiffen. "You will be my proof zat I can take his studies further zan he ever could. Seduction vuz his tool, and a more feeble one he couldn't hope to find. Assimilation is mine, and it is far stronger." He curled his paw into a fist, as his cock continued to grow. "And ven I am done, ze world will know ze name of Doktor Bruin as ze most brilliant scientist zat has ever lived!" Timothy's face contorted into a snarl. "I said I'm NOT HELPING YOU, douchebag!" he looked away, slapping his forehead. "'Don't go to Vixen's Run, son!' My mom said." he grumbled. "'Weird shit happens there all the time! Just look at the tabloids!' Thanks for having such a credible source, mom. Ugh, I can't BELIEVE she was right about turning down a full ride scholarship!" "Um." Dr. Bruin coughed. "Erm... if it's any consolation, you won't remember enough to feel stupid about zat." "Not talking to you, asshole!" Timothy barked back, without looking at his captor. "Whatever's going on, I'm staying out of it. Not giving you the satisfaction. I'm just going to stand right here and do absolutely nothing." He heard the sound of footsteps against concrete, growing more and more distant. "And zat iz all I require, puppy. Enjoy your chrysalis." Timothy whirled around, clenching a fist, his face a picture of rage. "AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THA-" But all he was met with was a door slamming shut. The room was silent. He was alone. And, just moments after the stillness had started, it was shattered. The speakers at every corner of the room grew noisy. A lilting, dreamy melody, a blending of classical music and electronic noises, began to flood the room and filter into his ears. "The fuck?" Timothy blinked, looking around. "What's all this then?" The music was like a foreign gas filling the room: starting soft but growing in intensity. The longer he listened to it, the more he could feel the weight of it pressing against his mind. And the longer he listened, the easier it was to make out words, just barely audible, intermixed with the melody. Spoken in an electronic, artificial voice, something he could just barely hear: "Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit. Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit." Timothy's breathing quickened. He realized what was going on. "Fuck no! I'm not gonna be some brainwashed mindfuck!" He started by pressing his hands over his ears. But he could still hear it, even through his ears. It wasn't going to keep the words out of his mind. Breathing heavily, his pulse quickening, Timothy tried to grab at the chair in the center of the room, pulling at it in vain. It was bolted to the floor, and try as he might, he couldn't even break the metal framework of it. Howling in rage, he clawed with his fingernails at the padding. He'd plug his ears with the stuffing if he could get at it. But his fingernails were too short, and the waxy covering of the padding was too thick to be pierced. "Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit. Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit." The words echoed in his mind. Even if he was kicking up too much of a fuss to hear them visibly, on some level he knew they were there. Burrowing through his skull. "Nnngh..." He spun around, rushing at one of the corners of the room. Standing on his tiptoes, he tried to reach at the speakers. He wanted to rip them out of the wall. To tear them apart. But they were too high up. Backing away, he charged at the wall, leaping to try and grab at the speaker in his crosshairs. He rose into the air... and collided with the wall. Too low. Not high enough to reach the speaker. The only thing that got banged up was his pride. "Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit. Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit." Feeling desperation building within him, Timothy pushed himself back up to his feet. If he couldn't reach the speakers, then he'd break the glass. Either give himself a tool to end this farce, or give himself an avenue of escape. The words rang in his head, an ever present reminder of something he didn't quite understand. The longer he listened to them, the harder it was getting to think about anything else. "Fuck that! I'm not going down without a fight!" He turned and rushed at the glass, balling the fingers on his right arm into a fist. He slammed it against the glass. "I'M!" First once, then twice. "NOT!" Again, and again. "YOUR!" Each time his fist hit the glass, it rattled, making a satisfying thunking sound. But not even a crack formed on the glass in front of him. "PLAYTHING!" "Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit. Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit." "I'm...not..." Minutes passed one by one, a procession of time unceasing, as he pounded at the glass. Again and again he slammed his fist into it. At first until it started to hurt. And even after he started to see smears of red against the glass. "not... your..." He could barely think of anything else but resistance. But it was getting hard to think of anything at all. Either from the blood loss or the energy he'd spent, or maybe the nice music he was listening to, he felt tired. Exhausted. There was a chair nearby that looked soft and inviting. "your... slave..." he mumbled, as he walked over to it and flopped down, sprawling into it, his eyes glazing over. "Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit. Relax. Listen. Obey. Submit." --- Timothy flickered in and out of lucidity, the music playing for what seemed like hours. At some point a door behind him opened and someone began to bandage his hand. He barely noticed. The music was thick in the air and thick in his mind and his mind was air and clouds and opened up into the sky. The prick of a needle against his sore wrist brought him back to lucidity, for just a moment he looked over to see the latex lion staring at him, his muzzle curled into an inscrutable scowl. "Pride..." he whispered, some still-thinking part of his subconscious filling his mind. The lion injecting him with a black fluid was probably named Pride. He began to laugh at the joke of it. His laughter filled the room, as the feline put a black latex paw to his chin and tilted it up, his eyes shifting to stare at the dull black TV screen. He didn't resist, as he watched the feline walking past him and heard the squeaking metal as the door was closed. The words on the music changed as the door shut. "You are a Good Boi. You want to be a Good Boi. Good Bois listen. Good Bois watch." The television screen above him, as if on a programmed cue, flickered to life. His eyes were glued to it as he watched a cartoonish image of a humanoid puppy, his hands bent in front of his chest, his panting panting, his face a vacant grin. The happy puppy on the TV screen turned on a television himself, watching as a shimmery spiral of blue and purple colors filled the smaller television within the television, Timothy watched the puppy watching the spirally television, and watched as the puppy's eyes started to turn into spirals too. He smiled at the silly puppy on the screen as he listened and watched, just like how Timothy listened and watched. They were both such good boys, weren't they? His right hand itched and felt like it was burning. He barely even noticed it. After all, Good Bois watched and listened. He didn't want to stop watching, because then he wouldn't be a Good Boi... "You are such a Good Boi! You want to keep being a Good Boi. Good Bois listen. Good Bois watch. Good Bois exercise to get the body that's best for Good Bois." The door behind him opened again with a squeak. Timothy didn't look back. He was too busy listening to the soothing music and watching the happy cartoon puppy walking on a treadmill while watching the spirally TV on the television screen. To his right, the rhino and the lion wheeled in a treadmill. The rhino, whom some weak voice in the back of his mind supposed was called Prejudice, got out some tools and began bolting it to the floor. The sounds of drills piercing concrete were discordant and irritating, and Timothy scowled and shook his head. "Nnngh! Dammit!" He scowled at the two. "Can't you keep it down? I'm trying to be a Good Boi-" He stared at the treadmill. "Good Bois exercise. Good Bois love to exercise. Good Bois do lots of cardio to get the Good Boi body that's best for Good Bois." Timothy stopped protesting. He had a treadmill. He had to exercise. Pushing himself up to his feet, he took slow, mechanical steps towards the treadmill. "That's, uh, for me, right?" He said, his voice trembling. He had a single desire. To exercise. To be a Good Boi. Pride and Prejudice stepped away from the machine, as if giving him an invitation. He got onto it, putting his hands on the machine. And then he stopped. His right hand was a deep, shiny black in color, with veins of the same hue spreading up his arm in veiny rivers along his flesh. The fingers of it had shifted into shorter, stubbier digits, and a rubbery gray "pad" had formed along his palm. It looked like a latex paw, and the sight of it gave him pause. "W-what the heck am I doing?" He shook his head, trying to clear the music out of it. Something was wrong. He didn't have paws. He was a human, not some furry freak like the two grunting weirdos in the room! Looking over at the lion and the rhino, he snarled. "What did you do. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!?" His mind momentarily cleared by a white-hot burst of rage, he lunged at the rhino, hand and paw reaching for the muscular creature's onyx throat. Midway through his flight, a palm smacked into his back, grabbing him and yanking him sideways through the air. The sound of ripping fabric shook Timothy from his rage, as the tattered remains of his jacket flew past Pride, the lion, and smacked into the wall. His own momentum, redirected, he slammed into Pride's bare chest, and the Lion wrapped his arms around Timothy in a tight bearhug. "Leggo a'me!' Timothy snarled. "I'll-MMMPH!" At the same time, Prejudice, the big black rhino, pressed up against the human's back, putting a hand around his mouth. Timothy bit into the bigger male's fingers, but it was like chewing on a rubber chew toy. If it bothered the rhino, he didn't seem to show it. Restrained as he was, Timothy could do little but squirm. He felt his pulse slowing, his breathing relaxing. The music, seemingly louder than before, echoed in his ears. He was a Good Boi. He wanted to be a Good Boi. He needed to exercise to be a Good Boi. He needed to get lots of cardio... the fire in his eyes dimmed as his muscles relaxed. He felt firm paws turning him to see the treadmill. "Yeah. I gotta exercise." His voice was subdued as he walked towards the machine and pressed a button to start it. He was a Good Boi. He had to get lots and lots of cardio in to keep being a Good Boi. Turning his head up to stare at the television, he saw the friendly face of the cartoony puppy walking on his own little treadmill, panting with happy spirals in his eyes. Timothy started walking. At some later point, his strength failed him. His shirt drenched in sweat, his pants and underwear not fairing much better, he felt himself panting as he wiped moisture from his brow. Within a few moments, he felt his hand pressing the button on the treadmill to stop. He wanted to be a Good Boi, but he was so tired. His vision was black around the edges. He could barely keep his eyes open. How long had he been exercising? "Nnngh..." He was about to collapse, his body slumping over the treadmill. Drops of sweat spattered against the track of the treadmill. He wanted to lie down. Wasn't there a chair in the room? He turned to stare at it. It wasn't a bed, but it had cushions. It would do. He stumbled to the chair, flopping down on it, his head bending back as he panted like the silly cartoon puppy on the screen. After a few more moments of watching the puppy and the shimmery colors on the TV behind him, Timothy felt his mind shutting down. He blacked out. "You are a Good Boi, and you've earned a rest. Rest now, and listen. Listen now and rest. You are a Good Boi. Good Bois love to rest, to relax, to listen, to submit. You love to submit because you are a Good Boi..." There was silence. Timothy woke up, scratching his face with his right hand. It felt different than he was used to. Claws gently scratched at his skin. His left arm tingled a bit. He moved it, and felt something else moving with it. "The... hell?" Opening his eyes, his vision took a moment or two to clear. Turning to stare at his left arm, his eyes went wide. An IV was affixed to his arm, a clear fluid in the bag. At the same time, another small spot on his arm had gauze taped over it. Right below it, his skin grew black and shimmery, the hand morphed to a black paw with a gray pad underneath it. Matching his right paw. The two appendages were bigger than his original hands had ever been, as if he was wearing thick gloves. "What the fuck..." Something was wrong. Glaring up at the ceiling, he howled to no one in particular. "YOU'RE NOT TURNING ME INTO ONE OF YOU! YOU'RE NOT!" He lifted his left paw to his mouth, biting onto the rubbery latex of it. Trying to tear it away, as if to liberate his human hand. But minutes passed, and his efforts were in vain. As if on cue, the speakers in the ceiling of his prison began to play the pretty music again. Timothy pressed his paws to his ears, trying to block it out. "You are a Good Boi... nice and relaxed. Good Bois like to relax, more and more. Good Bois like to submit, more and more..." He tried, he truly did. He pressed his new paws so hard against his ears they hurt. He hummed to try and drown out the sound. But it was for naught. The music crept into his mind, pushing away thoughts of rebellion. Having surrendered twice before, it felt almost too easy to do it again and again. Almost like he liked to submit. His hands fell to his sides, his muscles limp and untensed. The television screen flickered on, and the cartoony puppy panted and waved at him, set against a swirling background of pretty blues and purples. "Good Bois like men, are sexually attracted to men. You are a Good Boi. You are sexually attracted to men. Their cocks. Their asses. Their muscles. Their faces. You are a Good Boi. You are sexually attracted to men..." The door behind him opened. Timothy barely noticed, his eyes locked on the puppy caricature on the screen staring at a flexing, buff black bear, and his cock stiffening as his swirly eyes made heart patterns. He vaguely noticed two black hands unzipping his pants, and pulling them away. His boxers were cut apart by scissors, as Prejudice, with a snort, affixed a large tube along his limp, flaccid cock. Whispered gayness filled his ears as the tube began to work, oily parts sliding up and down his the flesh of his manhood, stroking it to erection. At the same time, the image on the TV changed. Timothy was bombarded with image after image of flexing, sweaty, oily men, all posing nude. At some points, he even saw couples: men kissing each other. Men straddling each other. Men moaning as their asses were plugged with other men's thick shafts. He tossed his head back and moaned, blonde hair bouncing every which way. The more the pump worked on his cock, the more he was associating men with the feelings flooding his mind. He moaned loudly, feeling his precum spattering against the inner walls of the pump. So lost was he in the throes of lust that he didn't notice the rhino, with a snort of his nostrils, moving to inject a syringe of a black substance into his back. Timothy felt a brief pinch for just a moment. But it did little to distract him from the hot, sweaty men on screen wrapping their mouths around a fat chocolate-colored cock. He crossed his legs, moaning and whimpering, as his muscles tensed. As the door closed behind him, he howled, cumming to the sights and sounds and sensations of his reprogramming. His cum, a pale milky white, was sucked up into the tip of the pump, filling a reservoir and sloshing around inside it. Panting heavily, Timothy flopped back in his chair, enjoying his afterglow while watching the cartoon puppy on screen jerking it to the gay smut he was enjoying. A part of him felt horrified at what he was doing, but he was feeling too euphoric to question why. When the sexual haze started to lift, he looked over at his treadmill. He still had a lot of energy to burn off, and Good Bois did do a lot of cardio... he tugged the cock pump off his cock and walked over to the machine. He needed to work out, and he wasn't ashamed to do it naked. Besides, his back felt hot and tingly, and he didn't want to put on a shirt and risk overheating. Putting his new paws on the front bar of his treadmill, he started his daily workout, his dick wiggling around in front of him as he walked, just like the cartoon puppy on the screen had been doing. He smiled, his eyes glazing over just a bit, as he pumped his legs and lost track of time. He lost track of time again and again and again. It was easier to track the number of times he fell unconscious after walking on his treadmill. By that metric, he'd slept seven times since being put into the room. After the second one, Pride, wearing only a pair of blue jeans over his black latex fur, had mounted two bowls on the floor of his room. Whenever he woke up, one of them had water, and the other had meat covered in a tangy powder. At first he'd tried scooping it out with his paws, but it left his new rubbery paws caked in powder, which seemed to get everywhere. And drinking water with them was almost impossible. By the fourth sleep period, he'd just resigned himself, with some embarrassment, to getting on all fours and eating and drinking like a dog. It would have made quite a sight, had anyone been watching: his ass lifted up over his head as if he were trying to lure a potential mate, while he pressed his face into the meat and chewed it up. At the very least he didn't seem to be starving. After his feeding, he'd started to settle into a routine that seemed to have been prepared for him: The monitor would start displaying more male-on-male images of porn, and he'd feel a compulsion to sit in his chair and pleasure himself, just like the puppy on the screen. Some days he used the pump provided for him, others he just beat off with his paw and some saliva. It made a squeaking sound that he'd started to enjoy, to be honest. After orgasming once (sometimes twice) he'd get on his treadmill and walk until he felt exhausted. Then he'd go back to the chair to sleep. It wasn't the most interesting life, but whenever he started to feel bored, the thought that he wanted to be a Good Boi filled his head again. He had to work to become a Good Boi. And it wasn't as if he wasn't already changing. The muscle on his body was growing leaner, his body growing slender. At the same time, his ass had been growing out, but it was more muscle than fat. He felt more energetic too. Sometimes he'd mix the treadmill up with some sit ups or exercises to improve his butt. He considered some pushups, but then decided that Good Bois needed to be slender, not swole. The longer he went on, the more he started noticing how attractive his captors were, as well. He'd sometimes catch Pride and/or Prejudice in his chamber, always shirtless. At first he'd just felt angry at them for keeping him trapped there. But starting at those bare, rubbery chests made him feel oddly horny. Once, he even threw a punch at Pride, just to feel the masculine lion grab him and pin him to the ground. By the sixth sleep period, he'd even been having wet dreams about them both. And Dr. Bruin... he hadn't seen the big black bear since his imprisonment started. Thinking about him made Timothy mad, but the more time went on, the more the porn he was watching started to show him images of the Doctor fucking other men. And the more he found his anger tainted with jealousy. He wanted to be the one being fucked by the doctor! How dare he not get the chance! What did those Bois have that he didn't! By the seventh time he woke up, he was having trouble even remembering why he had been mad at Dr. Bruin in the first place. Maybe if he was a Good Boi, the doctor would fuck him too! On the seventh awakening, he woke up in an odd place. He'd been sleeping in the chair, since it was the only soft surface he had. But when he woke up, he was curled up on an enormous circular brown pillow, with a fabric ring around it. On the outside, he could make out the words "Puppy Bed" sewn in with red letters. And that wasn't the only new thing in his room either. He stood up. The other change was along the far wall, beyond his treadmill. He walked over towards it, just as naked as he'd been since his clothes mysteriously disappeared after waking up the third time. Shimmery latex fur had spread along his back. Although the skin underneath was a deep charcoal black, the fur along his four paws and his back was a pale white in color. Bits of it had even spread up his arms and along his behind. A small stub of a tail was growing out over his backside, and it wiggled back and forth slowly as he saw what had been added to his room. A large wooden rack. Set on it were several silicon dildos, arranged in size from smallest to largest. Just to the left of the rack was a mounted dispenser labeled only as "Lube". "What are these for?" he said, dreamily. Concern was something he could only muster momentarily these days. The music playing almost perpetually in his room soothed his nerves too much for him to worry, most of the time. He had no idea what the sex toys were there for, but he was sure he'd find out eventually. As if on cue, the television flickered to life. The cartoonish puppy on the spiraly blue and purple screen waved at him. He smiled and sat down in his seat. He was starting to enjoy the shows he got to watch on the television. They were like lessons, teaching him everything he'd need to be a Good Boi. And that was all he ever wanted. Timothy wasn't sure what was going to happen this time, but he was Relaxing his mind and giving way to the music inside him, he wore a big dopey smile as the show started. The puppy on the screen, his eyes spiraling in time with the background, waddled over to a table with a large black dildo on it. He slurped it a few times with his happy doggy tongue, before moving it to his backside and pushed it in, smiling dumbly. At the same time, the lyrics of the music began to change. "Good Bois play with toys. The bigger, the better. Good Bois love to train their tushies to take as big a toy as they can. Good Bois love having things up their butts." Timothy watched as the puppy on the television screen got stiffer and stiffer, his doggy cock poking up and getting hard without anything touching it at all. His television counterpart threw his head up and howled, spurting without ever touching his cock. There wasn't any resistance left in Timothy's head, as he got up from his chair, fretting a bit and rubbing his paws together. Good Bois played with toys, didn't they? But he didn't have any toys... how could he be a Good Boi if he didn't own any? A low, inhuman whine escaped his throat, black latex flesh crawling up his neck. It actually took him a few moments before he realized that he had a whole rack of toys right over in on the far wall! Mechanically, he walked over towards the rack. "G-Good Bois play with toys... the bigger, the better." He said, to no one in particular. Reaching over towards the toys, he found one labeled "Stallion", on the far right hand side of the rack. "The bigger... the better." He wanted to be a Good Boi so badly. He needed to be a Good Boi so badly. But he wasn't actually sure if such a huge thing would fit inside him. For a moment, he hesitated. "I-I. I d-don't think I c-can-" His body moved without his input. He reached up and took it, feeling the firm silicon. Leaning down, he began to lick at it with his tongue, just like the puppy on TV had done. Once the tip was nice and slick with saliva, he moved it around towards his backside. With trembling paws, he bent over, pressing the tip up against his asshole. He had an idea what he needed to do, but he wasn't sure of the details. "M-maybe I should just shove it all in at once?" It was what the cartoony puppy had done, and that had worked out. "B-but won't that hurt?" He felt his fingers trembling. There wasn't any choice in his mind, in truth. He wanted to be a Good Boi. And Good Bois played with big toys! He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and gave his toy a firm shove. There was a loud, pained, canine yelp that escaped the room. --- Elsewhere, a black bear watched camera footage of a changing human curled up in a ball underneath a wooden rack of dildos. "Hm. Zat was not quite what was intended." The bear frowned, folding his arms together. "I vill haff to adjust ze puppy's conditioning video-OOOOOH!" He shuddered and groaned, looking down beneath his feet. A large black-furred lion was bobbing up and down on his erect, foot long cock. "Ah! Z-zat is a marked improvement in ze technique, Pride." He panted, reaching down to stroke at the big predator's mane. He'd almost blown his top there, and he was usually able to hold out another half an hour. The lion had surprised him yet again. "I made ze right choice to come here to Vixen's Run. Ever zince coming here, I have felt so INSPIRED!" --- By his eighth awakening since coming to the room, Timothy had started to figure out that he had to start small. Having taken the smallest dildo (Labeled "Mouse") off the rack, he'd found that with practical application of lube, he could not only get it in with very little pain, but also an immense amount of pleasure. "Arrrrrooooo!" he moaned in bliss, pumping back and forth on the toy. He had never known that it could feel so good! His cock, spirals of black crawling up the pink human flesh, waggled back and forth as he lay on the floor, fucking himself. Drops of precum spattered along his tummy, now coated with white fur and black spots. The flesh and fur on his back squeaked as he rubbed against the concrete floor. Timothy had learned to twist the toy just ever so slightly while it was inside him, which sent another rush of pleasure up his spine. "Wuf!' He panted, eyes closed, as he thrust the toy inside him again and again, hitting that sweet spot back and forth. "Nnnnnf!" he felt lightning shoot up his cock, as he spurted pale white cum all over his fuzzy tummy. Going limp, he enjoyed his very first hands-off orgasm. His eyes rolled back in his head, his tongue flopping to one side of his muzzle, Timothy lay on the cool concrete floor, panting and puffing. He couldn't think of anything more pleasing than what he'd just gotten done doing. He flexed his tailhole against the silicon toy, sighing in bliss as he savored the feeling of it inside him. He'd never known being filled could feel so... fulfilling. The flickering of motion on his television screen caught in his peripheral vision. With an inquisitive "wuf?' he sat up to look at what was going on on it. Those weird doggy noises had been escaping his throat lately. It was strange, but whenever he thought about it too much, he found his thoughts straying back towards how much of a Good Boi he wanted to be. The toy still stuffing his tailhole, he stood up and walked towards his chair, his bottom swaying back and forth, to sit down and watch. To obey. His cartoon puppy friend was on the screen again, set against a blue and purple spiral background as always. For a moment, he had the sudden urge to look away. But it wasn't something he acted on. The television wasn't something to be afraid of. It was just helping him learn how to be a Good Boi, after all. He watched as the puppy walked up to a camera, and began posing. First he turned to wiggle his butt to the camera. Then he blew it a kiss and winked. Then, he began rubbing his crotch, a little cartoon dick growing out of the cartoon character's crotch. At the same time, Timothy felt vaguely aware of the music his mind was absorbing changing its lyrics. If he listened, the changing human could almost tell what it was saying. "Good Bois like to show off how much of a slutty twink they are. They like to pose and strut in front of cameras. They like to be little cockteases for other men. Good Bois like to show off how much of a slutty twink they are..." Timothy's eyes glazed over, as he pictured in his mind how flamboyant and seductive he could be as a Good Boi. Every thought he'd entertained of women teasing him suddenly became something he considered. Every flirty name. Every naughty gesture. The thought made him feel more and more GIGGLY, for lack of a better word. He felt an excited chuckle escape his lips as he imagined bending over to drive some rugged jock wild. He was such a Good Boi... --- When he'd awoken for the ninth time, Timothy had discovered someone had added a camera to the ceiling of his cell. Mounted in the middle of the ceiling along the wall with the window. The knowledge that someone was watching his every move was unnerving. But also strangely hot. Just looking at it, he felt his mind overflowing with ideas of how he could show off for anyone watching on the other end. He even through a skip into his step as he walked over towards the rack of toys for his morning play session. Considering what toy he wanted today, he frowned. It was weird how excited he'd gotten about fucking himself like some kind of gay slut. Had he always been like this? Deciding to pick the next size up toy (Rabbit), he reached out and grabbed it with his paw, then froze to stare at his arm. Paws. He had rubber paws, black skin with white fur growing out of them. That was weird, wasn't it? Why had he been taking it for granted all this time? Thinking too hard was giving him a headache. Taking the dildo off the rack, he walked over to the lube dispenser and began slathering the toy with as much as he could coat it with without wasting a drop. Then he ran a finger from his free paw down the length and moved back to start stroking his tailhole with it. The idea to show off popped into his mind again, so he bent forward, spreading his legs a bit so that the camera could see his ass, as he circled his hole with the slick finger, kneading the flesh of it for a few moments before he pushed his finger in and out, in and out. A shiver ran up his spine. "A-Arf!" he closed his eyes, pushing on the muscles of his sphincter, stretching them. Getting them warmed up for the new toy he was about to push inside him. In no time at all, he was pumping the Rabbit-sized Dildo (Which he'd nicknamed Thumper) back and forth inside him, groaning as he imagined it being attached to a real rabbit. Supporting himself with one arm and his two legs, he played at being fucked doggystyle, imagining his fictional lover as having a hand on his back, holding him in place. With a shudder and a moan, he bit his lip as he felt the toy sliding up against his prostate. It was nearly enough to make him cream right there. But he wanted to practice showing off, and he hadn't done NEARLY enough of that yet. Standing up, he spun around to face the camera, catching some of his precum on his paw and then moving it to his lips. Slowly, he savored it, exaggerating his facial expression to show how good it was, while his free paw kept sliding Thumper back and forth within him. He smiled as he felt his knees starting to tremble. He was about to cum, without stroking himself at all. He was being SUCH a Good Boi now. Falling to his knees, he shoved Thumper as deep into him as he could, provoking a low moan from his mouth. He lowered himself onto the ground, letting the dildo stay stuffed inside him, as he felt his cock twitch, and his seed splattering out onto his tummy, his chest, and even getting up to his neck. He sighed in the bliss of an afterglow, hoping that whoever had been watching was getting off on it. Moments passed as he lay there, feeling Thumper stuffed inside him. His balls drained, Timothy pushed his body up into a sitting position, feeling the toy sink deeper inside him with a gentle "schlorp" sound. He'd discovered that he enjoyed feeling something inside him. Something inside his mind flickered. "Inside." Things inside him. He could feel wrongness crawling along his skin. Needles inside him. Twisting his flesh. He looked down at the black-spotted white fur along him. "I... what... what am I?" He looked down at the rubbery surface coating his flesh. A wrong skin sweeping over his body. "This isn't me. I'm human. This isn't me. I'm human. This isn't me. I'm human." He began babbling it, tugging at his fur. "This isn't me this isn't me this isn't me!" The door behind him opened as he pulled at his body, trying to tear the wrong away from him. Prejudice grabbed his arms and pulled them away from his body. Clawmarks were criss-crossing his arms, leaving white streaks in the latex and red gashes along the arms. Pulling him into a tight embrace, the big rhino snorted and restrained his arms. "THIS ISN'T ME!" Timothy shouted, struggling feebly against the bigger male. In another moment, he felt the prick of a needle in his shoulder. Pride the lion was injecting him with a black fluid. His human shoulder began to tingle, and as Timothy watched, rivers of black spread across it. The lion then pressed a rag to some fluid, and pressed it over his mouth and nose. With just one breath, Timothy felt his body growing tired. "Thiff...ifn't... meffff..." His struggling slowed. His eyes slid shut. He was tired. --- "I am not mad." The bear reached down to grip the black latex cock of his latest creation. Pride and Prejudice had strapped it to a table in his lab. Dr. Bruin grinned, rubbing the erect shaft in front of him, and watching it dribble precum against his paw. "Ze subject was going to hit a breaking point zooner or later. It iz a shame zat he would injure his body like zo, but zat is a far cry from what happened when ze two of you vere turned." He looked at the rhino and the lion, a slight smirk along his muzzle as he adjusted the spectacles perched on his snout. "Zat ze two of you were able to get to him zo quickly vas commendable." He waved a paw at his two minions. "Zat merits you both a revard, I think. You have ze permission to make each other cum, boys." He watched, chuckling slightly, as Prejudice the latex rhino, smiling eagerly, grabbed Pride the lion and pressed his big lips against the other males. A hand stretched down to cup at the lion's ass, as Pride purred and rubbed their two stiffening cocks together. "Yes yes. Have fun." The bear would have joined them, as he often did. But someone had to be the responsible one. Someone had to push the test subject over the edge. Grabbing an IV filled with black fluid, Dr. Bruin ignored the growing sounds of lust from behind him, injecting Timothy's body and flooding his bloodstream with the rubberizing agent. He watched as the latex transformation continued, first with blackened, shiny "skin" swallowing up the feeble pink human bits of the subject's body. Soon afterwards, a thin layer of white rubber "fur" grew over top it, with a few black spots here and there. His grin grew wider and wider as he watched the transformation sweep up along the test subject's face, swallowing his human cheeks and pushing out into a decidedly canine muzzle. The subject would make such a hot little dalmatian twink. "And now, ze programming." He reached up and grabbed two earbuds, pressing them into the holes of the subject's transforming, floppy ears. A familiar music flooded through them. A music that the subject was now powerless to resist. The bear moved back to grip at the changing puppy's shaft, stroking it slowly, up and down. The most current test subject had reached his breaking point far faster than the first two. And the sounds of Pride and Prejudice fucking each other right behind him was making it impossible for him to stay lucid for long. He had to reward his new puppy. And what better way than to remind him how much PLEASURE there was in listening to his favorite music? He snorted and leaned down to lick at the puppy's shaft. At first it was just gentle licks around the head. Savoring the taste of his test subject's juices. But the taste of latex and precum was too enticing for the old black bear. Cupping his puppy's balls, he opened his muzzle and began to swallow the shaft, bobbing up and down it. Behind him, he could hear Pride moaning as he was humbled. From experience he knew that while the rhino had the smaller cock between the two, he was stronger and meaner. And more often than not ended up on top during their "wrestling sessions" with each other. He felt his other paw moving down to his own shaft, slick and dripping onto the floor. For a moment, as he sucked his experiment off, he considered claiming his newest test subject's ass right then and there. His balls churned and trembled with a need to be emptied, and he was so horny it was hard to think straight. Just the idea made his dick twitch, another few drops of clear fluid splattering against the floor underneath him. His breathing quickened as he squeezed on the latex dalmatian's balls, bobbing up and down on that slick puppy cock, before pressing his muzzle down as far as he could take it. With his free paw, he began to work eagerly along his own shaft. He couldn't claim his newest test subject yet. Not while he was unconscious. Besides, the boy's hole wasn't nearly flexible enough for him... yet. Quickening both his sucking and his stroking, he was rewarded first with a load of cum flooding his cheeks, pumping down his throat. The bear lost control shortly afterwards, his ten inches of manmeat spurting all over the floor as he pulled off the test subject's shaft. Grunting and enjoying his afterglow, he turned his head up to stare at the dreamy smile along his new pet's muzzle. By tomorrow, "Timothy" wouldn't be much more than a fever dream. --- "You are a Good Boi. You are a puppy. These are one and the same. You are a Good Boi. You are a puppy. Your puppy name is Patches. You are a gay puppy who loves fucking and sucking other males. You have always been a Good Boi gay puppy. Your puppy name is Patches. You are a Good Boi. You are a puppy. These are one and the same..." --- Patches felt his muzzle opening wide, a yawn escaping his lips. His tail pulled away from his body with a faint squeak. It was wake-up time again. He hadn't even remembered falling asleep, but he supposed he must have. He was curled up in his soft, snuggly puppy bed, after all. But he couldn't spend any extra time dozing. The happy music in his chamber, plus his growling tummy, told him it was time to eat before his Good Boi practice. Getting up on all fours, he walked over to his bowls, bending down to enjoy the meat left for him. Seasoned with that odd powder that tingled as he swallowed it. Of course, Patches never stopped to wonder why. He knew why. The powder was special, and helped him keep that Good Boi figure that made every other guy who saw him want to fuck his plump little booty! The thought made him stop eating long enough to giggle. After his meal, he lapped at the water bowl for a bit, before getting up to his two hind legs. He wobbled a bit on them. He much preferred to be on all fours like a proper pet, but he couldn't get at his toys without standing up like this. Since the day he'd come here, he'd changed so drastically! Gone were most of his muscles, having vanished during his rebirth. Left in their wake was a slender, lithe little thing with a plump butt, like a ripe peach, that wiggled wherever he went. His hair had grown a bit longer, giving him a crown of gold that bounced whenever he walked, reminding him of how cute and girly he could be when he was excited. The only sign of his masculinity left was the six inches flopping between his legs, flaccid, but only for the moment. Patches felt a lot younger than he once had... although he couldn't remember how old he'd used to be. His memories were silly things, that drifted and floated around in his mind, rarely holding still long enough for him to paw at one. But at the same time, he didn't often care to think about them. All that mattered was being a Good Boi. Someday, perhaps even a Good Boi with a master. His prancing along the concrete floor of his room, his tail wagged as he heard his paws squeaking against the stone. "Arf! Good Bois play with toys!" he squealed, reaching up for a dildo along the middle of the rack, labeled "Bear." A few wake-up times ago he'd graduated from the last size to this one, and he was getting pretty good at taking bearcock. The knowledge that the toy he was slathering with copious amounts of lube was probably roughly as big as the hunky bear who had put him here made him smile. He imagined that big fierce predator pinning him down on a table and pumping into his tight ass as he moaned and squirmed to escape... though in his fantasies, rarely did he squirm that hard. He did wonder why he never saw Dr. Bruin, which was disappointing. Every time he thought about the doctor, his paw always seemed to drift towards his groin... His thought process was interrupted by the door to his chamber opening. Pride, the lion, walked in wheeling a tray with a laptop computer on it. "Ruff! Oh HIIII!" Patches squealed, his blue eyes lighting up as he placed the dildo back on the rack and stumbled over towards the hunky feline. "Mmm... I missed you SOOO much, kitty!" He ran a finger along Pride's squeaky black chest, rubbing his body against the big brawny lion as he wheeled the computer in. "So is today the day you finally give me a good tumble?" he giggled, his spotty tail wagging behind him with enough force to power a turbine. The lion snorted and shook his head. "Arrrrr..." Patches felt his ears drooping instinctively, as he broke away from his mobile cuddling. "You're such a meanie, Prideykins." The puppy folded his arms and huffed. "I'm all alone in here, and no one ever gives me a chance to show them how much of a Good Boi I am." he puffed out his lower lip and snorted. "When is the dog gonna get a bone?!?" The lion's only response was to wheel the tray in front of his chair and then turn and depart. Patches was left behind to pout a bit, before turning back to his rack. At least his toys were always there for him. He was just about to start playing with one when the TV above his chair flickered on. It had been the first time he'd seen it turn in in a few awakenings, so it merited attention. He waved and woofed at the cartoony puppy on the screen, relaxing in his chair and opening his mind to the spiraling background. The music changed around him, but he didn't even feel concerned. Good Bois listened. Good Bois watched. And he was a very Good Boi. He watched as the cartoony puppy pranced up to a little cartoon computer and began wapping his silly paws against the keys. Patches panted as he watched what was happening. He listened to the words in the music, accepting his new orders. There was a slip of paper taped to the keyboard of the laptop in front of him. Written on it was... a username and a password. His username and password. The website was already loaded for him: "Rubberpetz4play.com". He felt his cock stiffening at the sight of the models: A bear, a lion, and a rhino, all showing how lewd and horny they were. Something in the back of his head told him there'd be a puppy showing up in pics soon. Logging in, he navigated to a chat room that had been prepared for him and made his introductions... User: FyreDawg has logged into chat! FyreDawg: Barkbark! \<3 \<3 \<3 SumDewd: J0. RandumJoh: Howdy! FyreDawg: Aw, only two? Arff.... hey, I'm new here and bored. Wanna see a puppy play with a bone? RandumJoh: ...you talking like, cute animal stuff? SumDewd: dewd, think of the site we're at! Baka! FyreDawg: Woof! I'm the new pet in town! And if you both subscribe for the site, you can see me doing all SORTS of naughty things... you know a Good Boi like me is super flexible, rite? SumDewd: ...dam so hrny. FyreDawg: Ooo... gonna throw the doggie a bone? I'd love to show off how slutty I am for two hot guys like you. Patches spent the next two hours of his day showing off for the people who subscribed and got beyond the paywall, using the webcam on his new computer to show everyone how much of a Good Boi he was as he bounced up and down on the bear-sized dildo, having set it up on a special tray on the floor. He was having the time of his life showing off his hot body, stroking his fingers up and down his cock to tease himself while impaling himself on his current favorite toy. With a woof and a pant, his sapphire eyes rolled back in his head as he felt flecks of precum flying against his fur. Periodically he'd take suggestions from his adoring fans to pinch his nipples or cup his balls... once he even bent over and wiggled his dildo-impaled bum right in front of the camera. He was having the time of his life showing off for these random strangers. And it actually made him pout when it finally ended, his climax spattering along the floor in front of him as he whimpered and slid down on his dildo. A few moments of recovery later, and he was lapping up his own puddle, before waving goodbye to his adoring public and promising them that he'd "consider" starring in a few movies with the other rubberfurs. Not that he'd have to consider it for very long... all Patches needed was an opportunity, really. --- One wakeup time later, Patches lifted his head up at the sound of metal squeaking. His sensitive doggy ears perked up, as he opened his eyes. The door to his chamber was wide open. He was alone. There was no music. Nothing telling him what to do. "Ruff?" He felt a frown crawling along his muzzle. Getting up to all fours, he walked over to the door, sniffing the air. He couldn't smell anyone else having been around recently. For a moment, a weird idea popped into his head: He had a chance. He could be free. Something inside him cried, screamed, for him to take it. But then he shut it down. "I'm a Good Boi." he whispered to himself, turning to go back towards his bed. He hadn't gotten any orders from anyone to leave his chamber, and he didn't have any silly cartoons showing him that Good Bois escaped their chamber. He was even confused as to what he'd DO outside his chamber. The idea of escaping seemed so weird to him. What would he even be escaping from? The idea was silly to the little domesticated puppy slut. Closing his eyes, he let out a content yawn and curled up. After a few moments, he'd fallen back asleep. Just like a Good Boi. --- Patches felt someone rubbing his tummy before he was aware that he'd rolled onto his back. "Rrrrrrrrf?" He felt his left rear leg twitching at the feeling. He'd suddenly discovered that being petted by another person was one of the nicest feelings in the world, and he didn't even know who was doing it yet. Opening his eyes and curling his head up, he found himself someplace strange. There were no gray concrete walls. Instead, there was bright wallpaper, showing a green and blue pattern. He wasn't asleep in his puppy bed, though that brown fluffy thing was on the floor nearby him. He was sitting on something soft and fuzzy. A bunch of blankets, in shades of purple, green, and blue. A bed! The realization that that was what he was laying on made him giggle. He was in someone's bedroom. Sitting up, he looked around to try and figure out more of what was going on. And what he saw made his heart skip a beat. "Master!" He shouted the word without thinking, It was just the first thing that entered his head, and it felt so RIGHT to say. His puppy shaft started getting stuff just at the sight. "Good Boi." Dr. Bruin was laying at the head of the bed, pulling a paw back from Patches' tummy. "You have passed ze final test." The big black rubberbear was entirely naked, a fat ten-inch cock sagging up against his right leg. His broad, burly chest was a slightly more pale black than the rest of his fur, almost as if he'd coated the rubber fur of it in chalk dust. Gripping his cock, he stroked it in front of the puppy. Patches could smell the rubber and musk scents emanating from it, and felt his mouth salivating as he took in that yummy smells. "Ruff?" Patches' ears perked up. "What test?" The bear reached up to scritch him between his ears. In appreciation, Patches wagged his tail and panted. "Ze door was left open for you. A legitimate chance to be a bad doggie and escape. For vat it vas worth, zat was no trap." The bear's smile grew from ear to ear. "Zat was a test to see how much of ze Good Boi you have become. And you made me zo proud, Patches." He grabbed the dalmatian by the scruff of his neck and pulled him up the bed, kissing the twinky puppy firmly. Patches eyes went wide for a moment of shock, before he closed his eyes and returned the kiss, wrestling his tongue with the bear's. After making out for a few moments, Dr. Bruin pulled the puppy's face away from his, provoking a whimper from the puppy. "You are my finest creation... and ze loyalty you have been programmed with deserves ze greatest reward zat I can bestow." The bear reached over to a wooden nightstand near his bed, opening it and pulling out a black nylon collar. Dangling from a steel ring on it was a shiny silver tag shaped like a bone. "Patches" was inscribed on it. The puppy's eyes went wide, as his tail wagging sped up. "F-For me?" "Yes." The bear began to fasten it around the puppy's neck. "Zat shows zat you are mine. My pet. My spotty slutty puppy-dog." He grinned. "You vill be free to roam my lab and serve my needs, like Pride and Prejudice." He reached around to cup at the puppy's plump posterior. "And you vill join us as another "Earner" for ze little side project I have created to pay ze bills." The mention of it made Patches think of the website he had been showing his escapades on. The memory only lasted for a moment before he became aware that the bear was fingering his tailhole. He arched his head back and moaned. "I vill be your Master, Patches. And you vill serve my every need..." Patches felt his cock stiffening faster than he thought possible. The mere thought of servicing this alpha-male was driving him crazy. "Ruff!" He lifted his tail, flexing against his new Master's finger. "Good Boi." Dr. Bruin said, lumbering up to a sitting position. "Now turn around and show your bottom to ze doktor..." Patches turned like the obedient puppy he knew he was. The reward for his obedience was two more fingers pressing into his rubbery hole, both covered in an oily lube. He heard his tailhole making lewd "schlorp" sounds as he felt the bear's fingers pushing in and out, stretching his bottom and preparing him for what was to come. "Wurrrrrrrrrrrrrrf!" He shuddered, both sets of legs trembling as he felt his cock dripping on the formerly-clean sheets. "M-Master! I need you so bad..." "I know, little pup." Doctor Bruin got on his knees, pulling his paw out of the boi's bottom. It was replaced, very soon after, with the head of a bearcock pressed up against his hole. "And with zis, you become mine!" He growled, as he pushed down into Patches' body, his cock sliding in slow, letting the puppy feel every inch of it. Patches' breathing grew hot and heavy as he closed his eyes, feeling his hole getting stretched. He'd been training with the "Bear" dildo for a while but it STILL hadn't prepared him! Lowering his head, his mind awash in pain and pleasure, he whimpered as his Alpha took him. He badly wanted to touch himself. To pleasure his cock. But he needed all four of his legs on the bed to keep the position he was in. And Master wouldn't be happy if he changed positions. It wasn't Good Boi behavior at all! And yet, at the same time, his balls were painfully full. Whimpering and burying his head in the blankets, he tried not to think about how badly he wanted to cum. And then, he felt a firm paw wrapping around his shaft. "Zat is (nnnnf!) enough of zat, silly puppy." The bear growled as he began pumping on Patches' weenie in time with every thrust against the Boi's prostate. "Obedience breeds (Rrrrrf!) pleasure, puppy! Zat is what you have learned, no?" "A-arrrrrf!" Master's obedient little puppyboi moaned, feeling wave after wave of pleasure surging through him. This moment, his first moment having another male mate him- and his true Master no less! It was everything he'd hoped it would be. Like a needy little addict getting his fix, the puppy moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as his tongue flopped out. The air was filled with moist smacking sounds, squeaks of rubber against rubber, and pleasured puppy noises as Dr. Bruin fucked his new pet. The two males lost track of time in their rutting, the bear's big black balls smacking against his pet's ass as he thrust back and forth, grunting and growling in his bliss. Patches was lost in a slutty trance, enjoying every moment of his greatest submission, as he giggled and wiggled his booty for the big black bear who was impaling him. And then, he felt a hot breath against his left ear. His master's body was pressed firmly up against his. And a single word was whispered into his mind. "Cum." Patches couldn't have fought it even had he wanted to. With a howl of bliss, he felt his balls seizing up and his cock tremble, a fat knot at the base of his cock being stroked by a bear's slick latex paw. His load came, spurting out all over the bed, and with it came a feeling of bliss. His Master was his everything now. He could no more resist his will than he could stop playing with toys. It was simply unthinkable. With a roar and a growl, the bear's humping grew faster. More intense. Patches felt his ass getting pounded, his whole body bouncing back and forth, until finally, the bear grunted and roared, and Patches felt his butt filling with the seed of a real man. The Boi giggled, panting and letting his Master slide out of him. He clenched his bottom to hold in the load that had filled it with his trained muscles. "T-thank you, Master Bruin..." He looked back, his eyes glazed over in his bliss. The bear huffed and puffed, flopping back onto the pillows of his bed. "You are velcome, little puppy." He chuckled, cupping his balls. "You took Master's seed like ze true whore. Master is so very proud of zat." He grinned, waving his dick back and forth. "But now, ve will zee how good you are at cleaning up, won't we?" With a happy squeal, Patches rushed over to begin pleasing his Master again. It was the start of his new life. And he was sure he'd be loving every moment of it. The End!
I have never seen my masters face by Kendo Kawabata	I've never seen my masters face By Kendo Kawabata As Jay pulled up to the side of the road, his heart was beating heavily and he felt a swelling in his crotch that had been growing the closer he got to his destination. A simple flick of his wrist and the engine cut out, filling the car with silence	[ "Anal", "Balls", "Bitch", "Boots", "Cock And Balls Torture", "Domination", "Latex", "Lion", "M/M", "Mask", "Muscles", "Puppy", "Rat", "Rubber", "Submission", "Uniform" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148695-i-have-never-seen-my-masters-face	I've never seen my masters face By Kendo Kawabata As Jay pulled up to the side of the road, his heart was beating heavily and he felt a swelling in his crotch that had been growing the closer he got to his destination. A simple flick of his wrist and the engine cut out, filling the car with silence as Jay sat there, his hands on the steering wheel. His car had parked in front of a non descript house, a single level home with a basic front yard and a side garage. It looked no more special then the other houses that surrounded it. It was what was inside that made it so special, something hidden behind the facade of normalcy. Slowly, Jay eased himself out of his car. The rat was definitely a sight to behold, an impressive sight at that. Star of the local wrestling team, clad in tight fitting jeans and a lettermans jacket of white with red sleeves. The jeans and the jacket were far too small for his huge body, the rat was literally a wall of muscle. His jacket couldn't have even zipped up even if he wanted to, his bulging pecs like a shelf of a chest that stuck out on his body. His body was a testament to the countless hours he spent bulking up so that he could be the best on his team. And he was nervous as all hell as he picked up his gear bag from the passenger seat and shut the door behind him, looking up again at the house. He thought he saw movement behind one of the curtains, just a slight change in the curtains position, but he quickly forgot about it as the door to the garage began to open upwards. Jay swallowed a lump in his throat as he carefully looked around over his shoulders, having a slight notion in his mind that he was being followed by someone he knew. But the street was empty. It was well past the time when many were supposed to be in bed. All the houses were dark. He was alone on the street. The thought of being caught just made his dick swell more. Jay slowly made his way up to the garage, his boots carrying him for each step before he made it into the garage. He jumped slightly when the door began to close behind him, looking over his shoulder to see it close down with a surprisingly loud thudding noise as it closed fully. The garage looked like any normal type of garage found in suburbia. A long work bench with a tool rack behind it. Several large tool boxes and cupboards lining the walls. An open space on the flooring with a large drain in the middle. Except there were no actual tools in sight. The work bench had a line of sexual toys lined up in a neat row, like a surgeons tools on display. The tool rack held various straps, masks, gags and even a straight jacket on full display. Two of the cupboards were opened up, one was empty with just a few coathangers hanging inside it, while the other was full of a range of various sized dildos and bottles of lubricants. Jay felt his heart race and his face flush as he walked over to the empty cupboard and began to strip the clothes from his body. First his boots, placing them in the bottom of the cupboard with his socks. Then he hung his jacked up, followed by the thing well stretched shirt he was wearing. Without the shirt covering his chest his thick covering of chest fur was exposed, a thick carpet of dark fur that spread over his pectorals and tapered down in a triangle towards his crotch. The area around his rather thick and large nipples was shaved smooth, two thick gold bars through each thick nipple. His pants came next, sliding down his thick muscled legs to reveal a thick plump ass framed by a tightly fitting red jockstrap. His cheeks gave a soft jiggle with each movement he made, both mounds perfectly spherical and stuck out like a small shelf of their own against his muscled body. After hanging his jeans up, Jay removed his jockstrap, working it over his already hard cock. The rat was gifted once more in that department, with a cock that had broken many a pussy and ass during his high school years. At full mast it was a good ten inches of fat breeding machine, with a pair of fat large balls, larger then normal, that hung down under his hard stick. He was now naked in the garage, his heart still racing as his face flushed with the embaressment of what he was going to do. Once more, he found himself wondering why he had come back to this house, to do what he was going to do. He was the damn star of the wrestling team, walking the halls of his school with a cheerleader on each arm ready to fuck at any given moment. He even bent over the fan boys that swanned over him and fucked their tight little asses till they couldn't walk. He was a goddamn dominant top, he could outwrestle anyone, and he could fuck anyone he wanted. So why the hell was he here, about to do what he did? And why did he like it so much? His cock throbbing and starting to leak pre like a leaking faucet, Jay knelt and began to unpack his gear bag. Except instead of his wrestling uniform and equipement, he had something much less approvable in there that his school would most likely forbid him to even carry. First came small container of baby powder. He gave his entire body a dusting over, patting the powder over each part of his body to get himself coated and dried. Then came the full body latex suit. First it slid up his legs, hugging against the muscles like a second skin as he worked it slowly upwards. His cock had to go into a special sleeve that stretched along with his cock when it grew hard, a hole under it that allowed his big balls to dangle freely and vulnerable. The suit rode deep into his buttcrack, pushing up against his taint and leaving a perfect opening against his hole if he bent over and spread those cheeks apart. He could see every muscle on his developed body, the suit crushing the hair on his body as he slowly covered himself in the latex, each muscle perfectly outlined. The suit ended at his head, leaving an oval gap for him to slide his face through. The only bare parts of his body were his feet, his face, his balls and his tail. Everything else was covered in a reflective coating of pitch black rubberised latex. And his cock was throbbing hard as it pointed upwards, slapping against his defined abs as the rat whimpered as he suppressed the urge to just kneel down and start pawing as hard as he could till he blew his load. But if he touched his cock for any reason other then to adjust it, there would be hell to pay. God, even fucking that slutty doe Emily in the bathroom during second recess earlier that day, fucking her till he climaxed three times, twice in her cunt and once in her ass for good measure, his balls were already swollen with seed and his cock ached for release. He needed this, he really needed this. Next came a thick leather strap covered in small metal studs. This was wrapped around the base of his cock, the strap just the right size so that it was good and tight. The little leather restraint just made his cock throb harder and made it swell, if that was possible at that time. The next thing he put on was his boots. Heavy leather. Large silver buckles that ran up the side, his boots reaching halfway up his shins. They were freshly polished, gleaming black leather that wrapped around his feet and his ankles almost perfectly. The last things he had to dress himself in, were a gas mask and a black leather military hat. The hat was made of pure leather with a white band that ran across the font. The gas mask was an old vintage style, completely covering his face with two large reflective goggles on the eyes, and a large circular filter tube at the front that covered his nose. There was a specially made gap underneath that covered his mouth, held in place by a thick black zipper. Jay slowly slipped on the mask, securing it behind his head with a thick leather strap. Then the hat was placed on his head. His outfit was now complete as he took a moment to check over his body to make sure everything was in place. He could hear each breath echo in the mask as he put his bag into the cupboard and closed it, then turned around and stood upright as still as he was able to, keeping his gaze on the garage door. Each breath he took echoed loudly against his mask as he felt his cock throb heavily in front of him. There was no way of telling the time as it passed as he stood there, only able to listen to the breathing echoing in his mask. His cock started to soften slightly as he lost his arousal the longer he stood there, keeping as still as he was able to. At least until the side door opened. Jay had never been past the garage in the house, so he had no idea what lay beyond that door. He had never been asked or permitted to enter, so it only added to the mystery. And standing there in the doorway was the person and the reason that he kept coming back. All he really knew about the figure in the doorway, was that he was a lion. They were both the same height, but the lion was smaller. A much thinner build, the kind of thin build that Jay could have easily dealt with. The thinner lion was someone that Jay could have easily lifted up and thrown across the room with one hand tied behind his back if he wanted. But he couldn't. The lions tail was the only visible part of his body that wasn't covered, a pale brown with a black tuft at the end. The rest of him was covered in a black leather uniform that covered him from head to toe. His boots were a polished black leather, tied with black laces. Black leather pants that covered his legs that vanished under the stiff black leather jacket that covered the torso. A clean white shirt and a black tie accentuated the uniform. And a bright red band that was worn on his upper right arm with a white circle on the side. And the lion too, wore a gask mask. But his was more sophisticated, moulded to cover his face while pertaining to the feline look. The goggle lenses were reflective, and there were two circuler vents on the sides of the muzzle. The latex of the mask was much more reflective then the leathter uniform. And on top of his head lay a tight fitting military hat. The insignia on the front was the medal of a captain, while Jays hat reflected that of the subordinate. Jay had never seen his face, only ever hearing the lions voice over the phone, or through the mask. He honestly had no idea who the lion was. He only knew, that he couldn't resist him. The moment the door closed behind the lion, Jay snapped his hand up against the side of his head in a saluted greeting, holding it there in place as the lion slowly stepped forward. Each step of his boots echoed on the tiled garage floor as he walked forward, his hands behind his back. He stepped up in front of the rubberised rat and stood facing him as Jay dropped the salute and stood still, his cock suddenly ballooning back to full hardness as his entire body was now on display to the lion. They stood like that for several moments, Jay completely unable to know what the lion was thinking, or what emotion he was displaying. The lion snapped his fingers behind his back, his gloved fingers making a squeaking rubbery sound and Jay immediately dropped to all fours, his ass raised high in the air as he unzipped the opening at his mouth and quickly moved forward, kissing his lips against the lions polished boots. "Thank you, master" Jay panted as he almost lovingly smooched at those boots. They were freshly polished, he could taste the bitter taste of the polish, but he didn't care. His lips left wet smooch marks and his tongue bathed those boots in saliva and made them start to shine. Master simply looked down at him, not moving from his position as he watched the big jock rat debase himself so willingly and easily by licking his boots like they were made of candy. Wet slurping and smooching noises filled the air from the rats hungry actions. Jay kept licking and kissing till the right boot was completely licked over and covered in a shining sheen of saliva. Then he switched to the other foot, huffing inside his mask as he eagerly started to lick and slurp at the boot with as much hunger as he had done the other one. It was only when both boots had been thoroughly licked clean and shined up by the rats saliva that Master snapped his fingers again. Jay immediately pulled back, sitting back on his knees with his legs spread, zipping the zipper back up as his fat balls rested on the tiled garage floor beneath him, his hands going behind his back. "What do you say?" Master asked, his voice muffled behing the mask. Jay felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "Thank you...for letting me lick your boots clean" Jay said as clearly as he could, his cock throbbing rather needily. "And why did you lick my boots?" Master asked as he continued to look down at the kneeling rat. "Because....because I needed to" Jay said, his cheeks by now burning in shame. "And why did you need to?" "Because I'm your slut" Jay admitted, wanting to look away as he had to admit that out in the open. "You like being my slut." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Jay felt his cheeks burn again, but his cock throbbed harder, almost bouncing as he spoke. "Yes Master, I do" Jay panted into his mask. Master stepped forward and placed his gloved hand on the rats head. He knocked the hat off rather easily with a simple motion of his hand before he caressed the side of the rats face. Jay found himself nuzzling into that rubber gloved hand, the rubber and latex squeeking against each other. Then he found his head pushed forward into the lions crotch, the frontal ventilator pushed right up against the lions bulge. "Slut" Master growled as he held the rubber boy by the back of his head and began to grind his hips in a circle. Jay whimpered as he could smell the lions musk through his pants and through the filter, The scent just made Jay moan more as he found himself licking his lips, wanting to taste it as the lion ground the boys face into his crotch. "Look at you bitch, so damn hungry for someone's cock" Master said as he held the rats head against his crotch, grinding it firmly back and forth. The mask was pushed against the rats face, smooshing his features as the lions musk wafted against his nose, making the rat pant and whine as his head was simply used. "You want my cock, don't you slut?" Master asked as he grabbed the sides of the rats head and pulled him back, forcing the rat to look up at him. Jay panted into his mask as it slowly adjusted itself back into place. There was already a sheen of sweat building up on the rats forehead as his breath exhaled through the filter. "N....no....." Jay panted out as he tried to get himself some level of dignity. "no....no I hate sucking cock...I'm not gay like that..." he panted out, whining as he tried to fight what was going on. "You don't like sucking cock? I think this begs to differ" Master said as Jay felt the lions thick boot nudge against his low hangers. Jay squirmed a little as he felt the tip of the thick boot nudge against his massive hardon. "No...no I hate it...." Jay whimpered, then gasped as he felt the lions boot press firmly against his shaft, the thick patterned sole pushing against his covered shaft as it was pressed against his stomach. "And yet your hard as a rock slut" Master said as he pushed his boot firmly forward, Jay whining as he felt his cock throb hard from the contact. He just wanted to hump at that boot till his cock blew all over it, but he tried to keep his composure as he fought against himself. "I'm....i'm straight....i'm straight...i'm not gay like that" Jay protested with a whine. "You sure about that?" Master asked as he removed his foot. Jay let out a sigh of relief as his aching cock was let go, a thick string of pre was hanging from his cockhead. Then he gasped out loud as he felt those rough ridges press against his vulnerable balls. "I said, are you sure about that?" Master demanded as he pressed his foot forward. "YES" Jay whine out as he felt the unmerciful pressure on his balls as they were pressed down, sandwiched between the tiled floor and the rough boot. He winced and whined as he felt that pressure, his torso twisting a little, but he kept his hands behind his back as he clenched at his own wrists. "Doesn't look like you're sure. It looks like you're going to blow any moment" Master said as he lifted his foot back enough to release some of the pressure on the rats balls, then pushed back down. Jay gasped and whined in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the lion rocked his boot back and forth, pushing down and lifting off the rats fat balls over and over. Jay could see the goggles on his mask were fogging up as the sweat built up on his face, his breath coming out faster as he panted loudly. And his cock kept throbbing powerfully, bouncing with each throb, the veins on his fat shaft starting to show through the covering as his pre leaked in thick strings to the floor. "Please....please...." Jay whined as he twisted his torso back and forth, the mixture of pleasure and pain was starting to get too much for him as the lion continued to rock his boot back and forth. "Please what?" Master asked. "Please.....I....." "Say "Please master, let me cum while you abuse my fat bitch balls"" "No.....Please...I'm ...... "Say it bitch." "PLEASE MASTER, LET ME CUM WHILE YOU CRUSH MY FAT WORTHLESS WHORE BALLS." Jay could feel his cheeks burn with the utter embarrassment and humiliation of having to shout that sentence to the faceless lion. But the pleasure and pain was getting too much to bear and he needed to bust his nut hard. "Then cum, you worthless ratfag" Master said as he pushed down on his balls as hard as he could. It wasn't enough to actually do any permanent damage to the rats balls, but it had the desired effect as Jay cried out in a rather pitiful whimpering as his cock couldn't take it anymore. Ribbon after ribbon of pearly white rat cum spurted from the end of his cock like a small hose going off. It splattered up into the air, shooting quite considerable distance upwards before it splattered back down on the rat. Jay whined in humiliation, embarrassment and pleasure as his balls were literally squeezed of their cum, and it splattered in streaks onto his black outfit like spilt milk. His mask was fogged up, sweat building up against his face on the other side of the mask as his breathing became ragged as the explosive orgasm tapered off. "Look at you. Big highschool jock boy, top of the high school food chain I bet" the lion said as he removed his boot. "cumming from getting his balls stepped on like some worthless little slut." Jay hung his head in pure embarrassment at the words. It was true. He was the biggest and the best in the highschool, the top rat in the halls who everyone looked up to, admired, awed and lusted over. And here he was, trussed up like some rubber toy getting his balls stepped on and climaxing too easily from it, and eager for more. "Still think you're straight slut?" Master asked. "I...I am straight......I'm not gay" he whined out almost pleadingly as he looked up at the lion. Well, he tried to see him through the fog on his goggles, but even if he could, the lions face was hidden away and most likely, there would be no mercy written on it. "You're pathetic. Still think you're straight, and yet you came for me. On my uniform" the lion said. "take off that fucking mask now" he ordered. Jay whimpered as he unclenched his fingers from around his wrists and brought his hands up, removing the mask from his head. The fresh air against his face was a welcome feeling, as it also made obvious how much sweat had built up behind the mask. Once he had it off though, he could see how big of a mess he had made. His own seed had splattered down on his large heaving chest muscles, and was dribbling down his abs slowly. And it was splattered across his thighs and on the floor. But there were several streaks of pearly white on the lions legs, streaked across the black leather in a far too obvious way. Jay gulped and whimpered as he looked up at his master, begging with his eyes to tell his master it was an accident. But that blank emotionless mask gave nothing away. "You have a choice boy" the lion said as he held up a gloved hand and held one finger up. "one. You lick the mess off my pants, and suck my cock till I blow on your face, and you thank me for it. And we'll end it there and you can go home." "Or two" he said as he held up a second finger "you can put on the puppy mask." Jay gulped and whined at the choices. Not so much the first one, but the second one made his heart beat fast in a panic again and his cock throbbed just at the thought of it. "I'll give you to the count of three to start licking. Or, it's the mask" Master said as he held up one finger again. "ONE." Jay whimpered and shook his head back and forth, drops of sweat splattering onto his bodysuit as he felt his big body tremble. "No...no not the mask....I'm not gay....i don't suck cock...." he whimpered, but his pleading went unnoticed. "TWO" "I'm....i'm not gay.... I can't suck your cock...." Jay whimpered. But his cock continued to get hard again as he pleaded with a brick wall. "THREE" The lion said as he held up his third finger. "I WO'NT SUCK YOUR COCK. I'M NOT GAY" Jay cried out as he felt himself whimpering, almost tearing up at the thought of doing something so gay. "Get the puppy mask" the lion said as he pointed to the open cupboard. "Please....." Jay whimpered. "You had your chance to end this early. Now put on the mask, or I will get angry" the lion said as he kept his finger pointed at the cupboard. Jay almost felt himself burst into tears as he slowly stood up, his hard cock bobbing back and froth. He had just blown a huge load of cum all over himself, but he was rock hard and ready for more as he made his way to the cupboard. At the back of the cupboard, on a styrofoam head, lay another mask. Another black rubber mask, in the shape of a wolfs head. It was a solid piece, moulded into shape with an opening at the mouth and holes around the eyes. It was a perfectly solid hood mask, and jay hated wearing it as much as it excited him. Master only made him wear it when he wanted to further debase and humiliate the rat, so he treated it as a punishment. A punishment that Jay routinely found himself on the receiving end of. He whimpered as he slid it on, feeling the mask cover his face completely, robbing him further of his identity. But his cock remained a solid hardness. "Now, what does the puppy say?" Master asked. "I...I'm sorry...." "No, that's not it" Master said as he looked at the rubberised rat. "What does the puppy say?" "B....bark..." "On all fours." Jay whined as he slowly sank back to his knees, getting on all fours. His thick plump ass was held up high as he arched his back, looking up at his master through the puppy mask. "Now, what does the puppy say?" "B...bark" "You'll have to do better then that." "Bark bark" "Come on puppy. You want to please me don't you?" "Woof woof" Master smiled. He could hear the rat was panting behind his mask like a real dog, woofing against every natural instinct in his body just to please the lion in front of him. "Has puppy been a bad puppy?" Master asked. "Woof. Yes Master, Puppy has been bad." "Does puppy need to be punished?" "Woof. Yes master, woof." The lion made his way over the countertop and began to move his hands over all the implements on the surface. Jay watched, whimpering slightly as he saw his Master move his hand over a riding crop, a flogger, a leather whip, a small electric wand, and various other instruments of sexual torture till he came to a black flask. "I think puppy needs to be put in his place" Master said as he reached a hand down and unzipped the front of his uniform pants. His hard length was immediately on display, and Jay found himself licking his lips to the sight of it, even as he whimpered at the sight of it. The lions cock was not that big, nor was there anything really special about it. At a hard six inches in length with an average girth, with a pair of normal sized balls under it, the lion was about as average as could be in that department. But Jay could feel his own ass twitch and his hole clench at the thought of that cock going anywhere near him, and as much as he complained earlier, he just wanted that cock to shove itself down his throat over and over. "I think the puppy needs to be reminded of his place. Don't you, puppy?" Master asked as he uncapped the flask. Jay whimpered and hung his head, but he kept in his position as he gave a slow nod. "Yes, Master" he whimpered out. "Louder puppy." "Yes Master. Puppy needs it." The lion held the flask over his cock and a thick black liquid began to pour out slowly. It looked like liquid black rubber, but it was actually just a black coloured lubricant. He drizzled a healthy dose over his cock before putting the flask down and began to stroke his cock with his gloved hand. "What does the puppy need?" he asked. "Puppy....puppy needs cock" Jay whimpered, his cheeks burning in embarrassment, while his thin whiplike take wagged back and forth over his backside. "Puppy...puppy needs your cock master." "And where does puppy need it?" the lion asked. "Puppy...puppy wants it....in his ass" Jay whimpered. "For a straight jock alpha male, you sure are hard, wanting to be fucked like a slut" Master said, his rubber gloves squeaking slightly as he rubbed his hand back and forth on his cock. "I bet you fucked a lot of sluts today, didn't' you? Bet you fucked some slutty cheerleader or little fan boy of yours all day long, trying to prove to yourself you're the big macho man on campus, didn't you?" Jay whimpered and hung his head slightly. "I bet you couldn't get off properly, fucking those slutty bitches. Not until you thought of me" Master said as he stepped forward. "I bet you thought of me, fucking that fat ass of yours and violating your big alpha body, making you my little rubber sex doll again." Jay whimpered again, feeling tears in his eyes from the stinging words. "I bet you couldn't even stay hard, even in some sluts cunt, till you thought of my hard cock. Your big fat throbbing manly cock couldn't stay hard, until you thought of my small little lion cock, stuffing itself between your lips and shooting cum down your throat." Jay whimpered again, feeling a spurt of pre shoot out of his cock and hit the tiled floor. "What's that? No defiance? No denial? I bet it's true. I bet you tried to fuck that little whore all day, but you couldn't do the job till you thought of me, fucking you and treating you like the cheap piece of ass you are." There was a slight nod of Jays head. "what was that puppy slut?" "I....." "Admit it slut. Admit it to me that that is what happened." "It.....it happened like that...." "What happened ratfag?" "I couldn't finish till I thought of you Master" Jay wailed out as he looked up at the lion, stroking his cock before him. "I couldn't finish, because I wanted to be the slutty cheerleader. I wanted to be on my back on my desk, getting fucked in my classroom by you as you owned my ass. I wanted you to do it to me, I wanted to be the bitch so badly, I couldn't finish in her because it wasn't you fucking me" he wailed out. "How did you finish?" "By thinking of you violating me and putting me in my place as you bitch master" Jay whimpered as he broke his stance and moved forward and all fours, wrapping his arms around the lions legs and hugging them tightly against his bulky body. "Please master, fuck me" he whimpered. "Your puppy needs it so badly. I need my puppy ass fucked so hard I'll be feeling it all day tomorrow. I need you to seed me, mark your puppy as your property, please master. Fuck me, I'm such a dirty slutty whore, fuck me like one, please master" he begged as he whimpered further. "The big manly alpha male rat, wants to be fucked like some slutty whore varsity cheerleader does he?" Master asked, his hard cock throbbing and dribbling both oil and pre onto the puppy mask the slut was wearing. "Then prove it." Jay practically had tears in his eyes at his point, his cheeks burning with humiliation as he let go of his masters legs and turned himself around on all fours, resting his head down on the tiled floor as he hiked his ass up as high as he could, exposing himself to his master. It was a humiliating position to find himself in, his round ass lifted up in the air with his legs spread apart, his tail raised and the slit that exposed his hole was by now probably wide open. His cheeks were spread apart enough that the lion probably had the best view of that pink little rosebud buried between those two large black mounds. "Puppy...puppy needs fucking" Jay whimpered as he blinked away the tears, shaking his hips a little to make his ass jiggle softly. "Please....puppy needs cock....puppy needs his masters cock" he whimpered out. He heard movement behind him as he felt two hands rub themselves over his large butt, helping to spread those cheeks apart further, making Jay whimper in his humiliation. He felt those covered thumbs hook themselves between his cheeks right against his tight little hole and spread his flesh apart, exposing him completely. "Look at that hole, winking at me already" Master said as he watched that hot little hole pulsate as he looked down at that deep valley. "Looks like an eager little cunt to me" he said. Jay whined and hung his head in shame, his face burning as he felt so vulnerable in that position, his cock throbbing underneath him as it swayed back and forth, drooling a thick stream of pre onto the floor beneath him. "Is that what it is boy?" Master asked as he let go of the rats rear end with his hand and gave that rump a hard slap, making the rat yelp. "Yes master" Jay whimpered as he kept his head hung. "Yes master what?" SLAP! "Yes Master, it's a needy little cunt" Jay whimpered. "And what do needy little cunts need?" SLAP! "A COCK" Jay cried out as he felt those firm smacks on his ass. He felt the hand back on his rump as he was spread once again, his tight pink ring winking and flexing as he heard movement behind him. Then something hot and hard poked itself against his vulnerable entrance. Jay let out a loud cry as his hips were grabbed and he was pulled back hard, his ring getting forcibly spread around his masters cock, whether he was ready for it or not. The rats fingers and the large carrots he sneaked away from the fridge were nothing against that throbbing hot piece of lion cock that was buried inside his ass in one firm thrust forward. "You feel kind of loose ratfag. You been playing with your cunt?" Master asked as he leant over the rats large back. Jay could hear the lions breathing through his filter against the back of his ear. The lions breathing was a little ragged, giving Jay the impression that the lion was really enjoying what he was doing to the slutty rat, and it just made Jay throb harder at the thought. "Yes" Jay whimpered as he lifted his head up, arching his back as best he could as he flexed his ring against that hard lion cock. "Been fingering your bitch hole thinking of your masters cock?" Master asked as he slid his hands slowly over the rats hard abs. "Yes master" Jay whimpered as he felt those firm fingers against is body. "Bet they didn't feel as good as my cock, did they?" Master asked as he rubbed his hands up to the rats bulging pecs, his fingers finding the hard pierced nipples under the rubbery latex. "No master, your cock feels so much better" Jay whimpered as his hard nubs were teased. "Bet your fingers didn't feel as good as my little lion cock does, do they puppy?" Master asked as he gave those nipples an unmerciful twisting, making the rat squeal from the sudden pain. "No master, your little cock feels so much better" Jay whimpered, his cheeks flushing something fierce under his mask. "Big fucking alpha jock like you, submitting to a little bitty lion like a cheap whore. Does my little lion cock make your big fat alpha cock want to spill your alpha seed all over the place?" Master asked as he twisted those nipples again. "YES" Jay whimpered out. That smaller lion cock, one easily dwarfed by his own throbbing malehood, felt too dam good in his ass for him to deny it. He arched his back more, pushing his big thick pecs into those hands as they continued to rub and squeeze at his nipples more. "Then tell me what to do with it, puppy" Master said as he ground his hips against that rubber rump, the material squeaking a little from the movements as his cock throbbed inside that hot warm tunnel. The rats insides felt like a hot soft glove massaging his cock, a tunnel that was meant to be fucked and fucked often. "Fuck Puppy. Fuck puppy" Jay whimpered out loud as he clenched and squeezed his ass muscles against that invading cock. He could actually feel his ass tunnel start to itch for that cock to start fucking him. There was no confirmation as Jay felt his hips get grabbed, fingers hooking around his hard waist as the lion began to fuck. The rat was fucked doggy style, his ass cheeks bouncing against each hard firm thrust of the lions hips. Jay whimpered as he was bred, his cheeks feeling like they were permanently burned from the humiliation of what he was going through. Here he was, on all fours, getting fucked by a lion half his size in every department. And his cock throbbed and pulsed from how much he was loving it. There was no words spoken from Master this time around as he held the rat down, pumping his hips back and forth as he used the rat for his own pleasure. He fucked the rats ass like it was a fleshlight, just a toy for him to get off in. Jay whimpered and whined as his ass was pounded into from behind, his body rocking forward with each thrust. The audible smack smack smack of hips against his ass was ringing in the garage as he was bred hard. Each inch of that hard throbbing lion cock pumped its way in and out, burying itself to the hilt and then pulling all the way back till just the head remained, before it was simply shoved back in. Because of his size, Master was able to simply slam his cock into that big ass over and over again without worrying about damage or hurting the rat. He was able to just bottom out over and over again, pumping as hard as he could without caring about the rats comfort. And fuck he did. The rats cheeks were getting spanked repeatedly from the lion's hips, those big rump cheeks shaking and jiggling from the impact over and over again. The lion simply fucked, and that was what Jay was getting. "Master" Jay whimpered out as he was pounded into from behind. He could feel the sweat behind his mask build up and dribble down against his face, pooling into the corners of the mask. Much of it was saliva, as he found his tongue was lolling from his mouth and drooling constantly from his state of arousal. Pump pump pump, smack smack smack went the lions cock and his hips, Jay feeling a warmth against his ass from the repeated smacking. Beneath him his cock drooled, bobbing and wagging back and forth from the constant pounding from behind. "Master...master please" Jay whimpered as he felt that familiar feeling in his balls. If his master didn't stop soon, he was going to blast his load again, practically hands free this time if his master kept it up. But master said nothing, giving no indication that he had heard the rat or that he really cared. Or even if he was close himself as he continued ot pump and thrust hard. The rats pleasure and his near climax was not something that concerned him as he kept up his constant thrusts. "Master.... puppy is so close" Jay whimpered as the lion kept thrusting, he could hear the masters huffing behind him, panting through the mask. The boiling in his abused balls was growing and his climax could not be stopped now. Jay was unable to hold himself back as he cried out, giving his best puppy howling as his climax surged through his cock. Not as big as the previous one, after cumming so many times during the day, but it was still impressive as he shot several pearly strings of rat cum across the floor under him. His ass trembled and his hole convulsed around the lion's cock, adding to the stimulation as he kept fucking the rat through his climax. Jay whimpered and wailed as his body was assaulted through his climax, his hole spasming so warmly and wetly that it helped drive the lion over the edge. Unlike the rat, Master hadn't bothered to climax for the last few days, saving up his load so he could deposit it right up the rats fat ass. And that was what he did. He let out a muffled roar of pleasure as he slammed his hips right up against the rats ass, burying himself to the hilt as he let loose his flood of lion spunk. Jay choked back a cry as he felt that liquid hot cum sear through his back passage, flooding him with a surge of cum. The volume was far bigger then his own pitiful orgasm, which only added to the humiliation as his ass was filled full with just one orgasm. Master leant over the rat, keeping his cock buried up that warm clenching hole as he leant over the rats broad back, panting loudly and hotly through his mask against the rats ear, letting him hear how hard his climax was as he sure as hell felt it. Neither said a word as the lion panted through his mask and Jay whimpered, his cock finally started to soften as it let loose a few weak spurts and drools of now watery rat seed across the floor. It took several moments, perhaps a few minuets, before the lions panting ceased and his hard cock began to finally soften. "Now tell me, what does the puppy say?" Master growled through his mask against Jays ear. "Thank...thank you master" Jay whimpered as he felt the last of his climax drool off onto the floor. "For?" "For fucking my cunt" Jay whimpered out. Master nodded and didn't pull, but yanked his cock from that now fucked ass, his shaft exiting with a wet popping noise as the rats hole was left gaping slightly, winking several times before it started to close up. Master stood up and tucked his semi hard cock back into his pants, the outline of his cock still visible against his leather outfit. He then stood behind the rat, his hands behind his back as he looked down at the violated rodent. Jay slowly got to his feet, his knees shaking slightly and his hole throbbing as he picked up his large body, his limbs protesting a little as he stood himself up. A trickle of cum began to leak from his still open hole and run down the back of his fat balls as he turned around. He was now finally half hard, his big cock swinging in the air as he turned, and it was actually aching after being so hard and climaxing so much during the day. But it was still threatening to get hard again as he pulled himself up into position. "You have five minutes. Then the door opens. Wether you're ready or not" Master said with a simple nod of his still covered head. "Yes Master. Thank you Master" Jay said as he stood himself up as straight as he could and gave a salute with his hand, standing as proudly as he could as cum leaked from his open hole. His master said nothing as he then left the rat and left the garage by the way of the side door, shutting it firmly behind him. The lock clicked and Jay was left alone. Jay sighed loudly as he felt his body want to collapse after all it had been through, feeling his limbs become tired as he started to undress himself. The puppy mask had to go back in the cupboard where he got it from, and he started to slowly unzip his uniform and remove each piece of his rubberised clothing. His head and hair were drenched in sweat, small rivers pouring off his face from the removal of the mask. The rubber bodysuit peeled itself off like a second layer of skin, the stench of bottled up sweat assaulting his nose the moment he unzipped. He tried to make it as quick as he possibly could, but his tired aching body was making it hard for him to get everything off. Plus he had to carefully stow his uniform away carefully so as not to cause any damage to it. But five minutes was five minutes, and Jay had just finished zipping his bag up when the door to the garage opened up. "SHIT" he whimpered as he grabbed his jacket and threw it across his shoulders, his lower half now naked and exposed as he quickly grabbed the rest of his clothes and tried to haul his naked ass out of the garage before someone in the neighbourhood saw him by mistake. His big naked rat ass and half hard cock jiggled and swayed as he all but ran his way to his car, huffing loudly as he didn't want to be seen in such a state. He thanked every god in creation that his car had been left unlocked as he threw everything into the back seat before plopping his cum dripping ass in the driver seat, slamming the door behind him. He didn't drive off right away as he panted a little, calming himself down as he stared back at the house he had just run away from, the garage door now closing. There was again no lights in the windows, or movement to be seen. Perhaps his master had simply gone to bed now. Or maybe he was watching him through the window. "I...I can't keep doing this" Jay muttered to himself as he felt his cheeks burn at the thought. "I can' come back. It's not right. I'm ...I'm not like this" he whimpered to himself as he gripped the steering wheel. "No..no this is the last time. I can't come back here again. It's settled. I'm not gay, I'm straight. I'm not gay, I'm straight" he said, battling against himself as he tried to insist to himself that this was the last time. But, like every other time, his phone on the dashboard suddenly lit up as he got a text message. "Same time next week Ratfag." Even though Jay was shaking his head and muttering that he shouldn't go, that this wasn't him and he wasn't gay like that, his cock simply ballooned back to hardness and slapped itself against the steering wheel as he typed his reply. "Yes Master, I will come back."
Talk about a first date (Zootopia) by Ajinx	Nick and Judy may have finally bitten off more than they could chew, and it happens to be each other? What happens when their true nature shows between them? Read to find out! Hey everyone! Finally jumped on the bandwagon that's called Zootopia, I've seen the movie about seven times now...I need a	[ "Bunny", "Date", "Felatio", "Fellatio", "Forced", "Fox", "Heat", "Knot", "Musk", "Oral", "Predator/Prey", "Public", "Raccoon", "Romance", "Rough", "Rough Sex", "Teeth", "Vaginal", "Zootopia", "medical" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152419-talk-about-a-first-date-zootopia	Zootopia, the city where absolutely anything and everything can or is possible. There is no shortage of diversity in this lovely city, some of it's residents are going to work, others are outside being awestruck by the various views, while most were going about their daily lives. Then, there were the mammals that allowed the city to run properly and allow its inhabitants to be safe in their wonderland, two of these mammals happen to be on patrol enjoying each other's presence...Just not saying aloud of course, that would be weird. " Are we there yet?" Nick whined, the fox was obviously enjoying trying to annoy the shorter bunny walking beside him. "Shut it, you know where it is Wilde."Judy said in a matter of fact tone, smiling at her "annoyance". " I don't know there may have been something in the blueberries you gave me, delish by the way as always." Nick told her as a side comment, gaining a warm feeling while remembering the surprise she gave him in the morning. "Only for you, your grouchiness." She responded back with her short cotton tail wagging from his praise. He waved a dismissive paw at her while nearing roll call. "You know what? I think I forgot something at my desk, I'll find it by the time the morning report is over ciao." Nick turned in the opposite direction leaving his partner to head to the wooden door alone. He was surprised when he felt his uniform's collar start to choke him. Judy was pulling him by the back of his shirt and into the filled room. "Help I'm being kidnapped!" He yelped, reaching around dramatically to grab onto something. He got a few stares from a few other officers but they just kept on with their conversations. "Wow, what a great police force." He emphasized the last words while Judy kept pulling him to the front desk where they always sat. "Well, who wants to help the fox that's always, literal always, planning something behind your back." Judy smugly told him with a smirk. She let go of his shirt, he immediately started fixing it to get it in tip top shape again. "Kind of like how you didn't notice the paper you've had on your back since we walked into the building." He shot back while climbing up on the over sized chair that he Judy shared. Her ears turned back first and then her face changed one from from smug to shocked. "You're kidding!" She squeaked out, the rabbit was reaching behind her back and jumping up down to get a paper that wasn't even on her off. Nick just watched, not even bothering to hold back his smile. Judy finally stopped when she saw his face. "Foxes." She playfully spat out before jumping up on the chair then pounced on him, kind of like what every other officer was doing was to each other inside of the 'bull pen'. Nick put up a respectable fight as they kept pushing and shoving each other until a familiar voice shut everyone up. "Attention!" Chief Bogo announced as he walked into the room, getting and keeping everyone's undivided stares. " We have a few cases for today but nothing that shouldn't be trouble for my troops." This earned him a chorus of howls and hollers as he shuffled the case folders behind the podium. " McHorn, wolfson there have been complaints of teens disturbing the peace at Hood ave, fix it. Kitteridge, Todd, Vulpes, Crowley undercover." Bogo kept passing out files leaving Nick and Judy for last, as always."Hopps, Wilde There have been amateur thieves downtown keep an eye out for any suspicious activity." The duo slipped out of their chair with Nick leading the way to the folder the buffalo was handing them. " You got it Chief." Judy said with excitement, Nick on the other paw just slipped on his aviators and took the folder walking to the open exit. "Check it in the car or our desks?" Nick asked her unsure of what his more experienced partner wanted to do. " We should go to our desks and plan out everything before we leave." Judy answered gaining an extra hop to her step. "Easy carrots, you might short circuit." The fox laughed finding it funny how easily she can get excited. She smirked when she heard him call her by her thoughtful nickname, it meant a lot to her that's all. " You wish, I wouldn't want to leave you alone to do paperwork after we catch these thugs." She looked back catching a smile of his own. He put his free paw over his heart. "And miss out on having to be in a car with the sweet rabbit that blackmailed me about tax evasion. Noooo" He put on exaggerated frown. "You mean a sweet cute rabbit that blackmailed your tax evasion."She shot back, finally reaching their desks that were opposite of each other. " Oh so you want me to call you cute? That desperate for love huh." He fought back knowing he won the battle. " What? No. I meant. That." She felt her cheeks blush under her fur as she sat on her chair. "Come on you know you love me." Nick told her as he put the folder in between their interconnecting desks. She quickly remembered her line." Do I know that? Yeah I do. Now let's get started on this case." "Okay cutey." Nick quipped, opening the folder. "NICK!" She yelled. He just smiled and passed her one of the papers. "Come on get to work I'm always the one doing your job." He told her knowing how to push her buttons. She opened her mouth and pointed at him before closing it and picking up the paper. She didn't take the bait He sighed."You won that one rabbit." "Now we're even." She acknowledged before reading over the paper. Now it's back to work, something they both were use to. ....... Once they had their day planned out they went to the garage to get to their cruiser. Something that they still weren't at all use to. Nick jogged ahead of Judy and jumped up to open the driver side door. "Back up I'm driving." She said with utmost authority. "Just opening the door for the lady." He thought quickly and put it into words, bowing as she hopped in the driver's seat. He walked to his door before pulling himself up the seat and buckled up. "When can I drive?" He asked her with genuine curiosity. "When you become chief and a professional driver." She told him with heartfelt honesty and a smirk. "Pfft I went from a hustler to a highly dec-or-at-ed officer." He sounded out and fixed his tie. "Your welcome." She coughed and started the engine letting its roar and her fake cough cover what she said. "Ma poor foxy heart." He said in a higher voice and country accent. " Always one step ahead."Judy told him as they pulled out of the garage and toward downtown. "Ha, if I'm one step ahead your an entire world ahead." Nick leaned back and looked out the window, watching the passing world from a height he never has. "Remember, the file said a weasel and a mole. Look about sixteen-seventeen years old." She said aloud mainly to herself. "Do you think Duke could give us information?" He ran by her, getting her input about his thought. " I think these are just two trouble makers looking to cause trouble, I'm not sure if they have a bigger picture." She told him putting pieces of an imaginary puzzle in her head trying to think of every solution. " Most likely run away's, bad parents, or rough home life. They run their schemes most likely in an area they know about or feel safe in so they must live downtown, they are small so they can get away from almost anything if they plan out a certain route but I'm not sure they are smart enough to do that. Like you said they are most likely just nuisances. They were just like me at their age." He helped her, laying out the possibilities. Judy went wide eyed and stunned for one of the few times in her life." Look at you! Detective Wilde on the case." She reached over to punch his shoulder. "Ow easy, you just gave me a dead arm. And both hands in the wheel lady, we all know that rabbits can't drive." He went back to his former mischievous self. "And that rabbits can't be cops? And that foxes are always trying to put one over someone?" She asked. " Touchè, and the latter by the way that's just insulting. Do you know how much harder it is to trick someone when they prepare themselves for it." He feigned in fake anger. "Wi."She responded. "Rabbits." "Foxes." ........... The patrol was not eventful for the duo, only having to pull over a few mammals for speeding, crossing a rodent lane illegally, and of course running a red light. "Can we stop to get something to eat carrots? Sitting down looking at a speedometer hours on end is tough work." Nick begged while doing puppy eyes, which somehow was one of Judy's weaknesses. He must have learned it from Finnick. "Awww." She cooed."Wait stop that. What time is it?" She asked her influencing fox. "Thwee." He answered in a baby voice. Yep learned it from Finn. Or is it the other way around? "We get off in two hours, but if you are quick you can get something. Where are we going?" She started to feel nervous. What if there was call while he was out and someone got hurt? "Well, if we both get off in two hours I'll survive." He told her having a very foxy smile for some reason. "Wait what do...you...mea.... NICK!" She yelled, blushing under her fur.She would be surprised if it didn't show through. "What? Wait you thought I meant." He chuckled."Bunny's, always looking to increase the population."He said in his dumbfounded voice, which he used on her in the ice cream shop. Judy kept quite, surprising for the quick thinking cop. "Getting lost in your thoughts over there?" He laughed finally not being able to hold it back. " No, I'm just thinking of all the times you called me cute." She snapped while smirking. Now it's Nick's turn to be quiet and blush. Just like when she busted him for tax evasion, except he wasn't blushing then. "What? Getting lost in your thought's, or should I say your dreams?" She repeated smugly. "So sprinkles or no sprinkles." He asked her trying to ignore what just happened. "Oh don't think I'm letting you off the hook that easy. Wow, did I really make a fox speechless? Nicholas P Wilde, a loss of words. I can only imagine what type of world that would be." She sat back and turned the car into a drive through of one of the many busy donut shops. "The same type of world where your partner doesn't pay for donuts." He crossed his arms and huffed like a teen. "Worth it!" She 'quietly' yelled, pumping a fist in the air. "It's fine carrots I got it." He leaned forward and opened the over sized dashboard and pulled out his wallet. "I'll give you half when we get back to the station, and you shouldn't keep your wallet in there." He waved a dismissive paw at her." It's fine, it's my treat. Think of it as paying you back for the jumbo pop." He mumbled the last part. "Also if I'm paying you back would you possibly, you don't have to but if you want." He jabbered on not sure why he was stuttering. "What?" She asked curiously where he was going. "Would you like to go to a movie later? Or go for a walk? After all It's Friday and knowing you, my antisocial bunny and knowing my schedule both of us won't be busy." He asked her "Hmmm. You're right about me not being busy. stalker"She coughed . "Hey." Hey snapped in return, spinning his head to look at her. "One sec." She said before rolling down her window to place her order at the speaker. A minute later they were passed a box of assorted donuts. Clawhouser would be jealous." A movie would be nice, Fifty Shades of Prey came out a week ago." She told him holding back a smile and reached over to take a donut. "A rom com? Or would that just be smut? If that's what you want to do." Nick told her surprised at what she decided on. "I'm joking, I wouldn't see that with you. But a movie would be fun." She really decided this time. "Sounds great, so Fifty Shades of Prey... you don't want me to see it because it will reveal what your into, got it." He quickly said as she took a bite out of a chocolate donut. Causing her to almost choke on it. "Fuck you." She whispered and wiped her muzzle. "That didn't sound nice you know." He told her in parenty voice, shaking a finger at her. " Watch it or I'll cuff you to a pole." She threatened, deciding to pull back onto the main road. "You know that if I watch that movie with you you'd be revealing your guilty pleasure right?" He leaned close to her face trying to get as close to her ear as possible. --- "My backhand is starting to feel cold, your face might be able to heat it up. " She warned, she would never commit to it though. "My-my feewings." He giggled out. "Go and eat, or I'm taking them home with me." She told him, stopping their little game. "Oh, I'm not even hungry. Buuut I won't give you the pleasure of taking these delicious goodies with you." Nick swiped a donut and popped it into his mouth. "What am I going to do with you?" She sighed, looking at him for the last time before going back into officer mode. "Well, apparently you're into handcuffs." He mumbled and went back to 'lookout' mode. Just to have the last word Judy swerved the car to the left smacking Nick's face into the bulletproof window. "Ooh I think you made a crack." "Ha. Ha." He rubbed his snout. That brought a smile to his face, along with pain. What has he turned her into. ....... They returned back to the station at their scheduled time, but not with the perps they were in charge of finding. Saving them quite a few sheets of paperwork, but an annoying feeling filling their hearts. "What did we get? Twenty speeding tickets, three citations, four skipping a red. Right?" Nick quickly cited on a sheet and asking Judy to double check. "One warning for assault." She looked up from her desk to look at the fox. "You sure? I don't remember that. Maybe the time I got a window to the face...you know what?" He cleared his throat."Officer I would like to place charges on one Judy Hopps." "Ooof, too bad I'm not on the clock anymore, one minute ago and you would have gotten me." She smirked and slid off her chair. "The audacity." He picked up his notes and got off his chair and looked down at the rabbit. "Thats a big boy word, ready to take off the diaper you borrowed from Finnick?" Judy started to walk toward the stairs that led to the exit. "I don't know, is that another thing your into?" He brought back their 'discussion' from earlier only this time a fellow officer spat out her jumbo coffee. "Okay see you tomorrow!" She started to speed walk down the steps and to the exit but was stopped by a certain cheetah. "JUDY! Hi I haven't heard from you all day!" The chubby cheetah shouted, clasping his paws together. " Sorry Ben, it's been a busy day." She told him, feeling just a bit bad that she hasn't talked to him. "No probs I know how it is, by the way have you seen gazelles new app. Instead of dancing with her your become this. Her guitarist! Look!" He quickly pulled out his phone and showed her the app. "Wait, how did you get a picture of me on it?" She asked him not remembering when he ever took one of her. " Oh Furbook, I've been wanting to show you all day!" He squealed before turning the app back to himself as Nick caught up to Judy. "Isn't it the same thing as the other app just with a guitar pasted on the tiger?" He questioned. "NO!" "Yes." Judy mumbled loud enough for Nick to hear. "You still want to do something later?" Nick remembered and asked her. Benjamin gasped. "EEEEE, you finally asked!" He bounced on his chair up and down, almost dropping his phone. "Excuse me?" Nick asked quizzically cocking, his head to the side. " A date, you asked her on a date!" Ben calmed down just long enough to say that. "A date? No this is not a date.... Right?" He turned to look at Judy whose ears were bright red instead of their usual pink. " Ummmm. Will we go out to relax? Yes." She took Nick's advice about answering questions at press conferences and made up her own one. "And that's our cue to leave, Ben see you tomoorrooww." Nick drew out before turning around and walked toward the glass door. "Bye." Judy waved her paw at him and hopped around to follow Nick. "Check the times to see what's out and if we have enough time to change." Nick told her as they neared the garage that held Nick's rental car. "On it, make sure I don't walk into a pole." She grabbed her fruit phone out of her vest and pulled up zoogle. "You need to get a car by the way, I'm starting to think you should be paying me gas money." He joked, on the lookout for any poles. "Remember those donuts? And leading you to a legal crime stopping career?You should be paying me." Judy quickly said while briefly looking up from the theater window on her phone. "Smart widdle bunny." He cooed. "Here." The two made it to Nick's red convertible. It has its kinks but it's better than taking a crowded musk filled bus. " Guess It's my turn to drive." Nick mused as he got into the drivers seat and leaned over to open the passenger door like the gentlefox he is. "Roof up or down?" "Do you seriously need to ask?" Judy smirked at him." There is a showing in ten for that superhero movie if you want to see that?" "Do you want to see that?" He remarked, not sure if that was her choice or just from her knowing that he wanted to see it. " Why not, not every day a movie like this gets made." Judy thought, deciding if she is in the mood for an action packed movie after an un action packed day..."We're seeing the movie." "Sounds good to me." Nick pulled out from his parking spot and drove out of the garage and into the beautifully lit night. ............. "Got everything?" Nick asked his off duty partner and shoved his keys in his shirt pocket. "Yeah, wait let me take off my wrist guards off." She said as the noise of the velcro ripping apart filled the car. "Just throw them in the back." Nick opened his door and set one paw on the sidewalk. Judy's door followed, she slid out of her seat and onto the street. "Let's go m'lady." Nick walked up to her and hooked out his arm. "Whoah Mr. Wilde, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?" She fanned her face exaggeratingly, But she did hook her arm through his. "I'm paying for your ticket now." He smugly told her, impressed by her movie quoting. He started leading them to the entrance at a leisurely place. "So, do you want me to drop you off at your house later or are we going to explore the town more?" "Hmm, good question. How about we head to-" She was cut off by a sudden yell. "HELP! SOMEBODY!" A female's voice yelled out. Nick and Judy quickly looked at each other assessing the situation. "It came from down that alley, get your taser out." Judy told Nick, but mainly she said it to herself. She started walking down the alley with Nick beside her. "ZPD, Identify yourself!" Nick called out looking for any sign of movement, Judy was listening for any response. They kept walking down the alley going from cover to cover in case there was a firearm. "Who's there!" Judy yelled out "Put down your weapons and no one gets hurt!" The same voice called out from somewhere. --- "Who's there!"Judy repeated pushing her and Nick behind a knee high brick wall. "Don't make me repeat myself. I can get both you bunny, and your fox that has impressive....Green eyes." The stranger called out, telling Nick and Judy that if she did have a weapon she could take both of them down. The partners looked at each other, Judy nodded. "Do what she says, don't make any sudden moves." She dropped her gun and stood up with her paws raised. "I know... I don't know if I'm more worried that we can both die, or that she just flirted with me." Nick nervously joked, trying to calm them both down. " Don't flatter yourself." The voice called out again. "What do we do, what do we do?" Judy kept repeating to herself, causing her paw to tap the cement wildly. "Look at me Judy." Nick got her attention." We'll get out of this." Judy took deep shaky breaths to calm down somewhat. "Your right." Judy agreed. Nick looked away as he saw a figure sliding down a gutter and down into the alley. A raccoon no older than seventeen stepped out of the shadows wearing a pink beanie and a hoodie, but menacingly holding a strange looking gun. "Put the gun down, you said it yourself no one has to get hurt." Nick calmly told the girl. Two pops filled the air causing both animals to flinch and await their demise. All that followed after the pops were sharp pricks that jammed both of them in the chest. "What I just injected you with is an experimental drug that my employer has provided me with in order to test. No harm will come to you but you will feel... no what? I'll let you find out for yourselves. Have fun, I'll be back after." With that, the raccoon climbed up the same gutter she slid down and disappeared from view. "Quickly call 911, and keep calm. Take deep breathes." Nick told the rapidly shaking bunny as he pulled the blue feathered darts out of them. Judy quickly got back to her senses and pulled out her phone and dialed 911. Everything happened so fast, they were both dumbfounded. 911 What's your emergency? "This is Officer Hopps and Officer Wilde. We have been shot with an unidpttt." Repeat that Officer Hopps? "We hapt buuhh sha?" Stay on the line I will trace yo-. The responder was cut off as Judy dropped her phone, her body was starting to react from her sudden dizziness. "Judy I'm not feeling 'normal'." Nick was adjusting his collar and undid his top button. "Same." Judy blurted over her briefly numb tongue, following Nicks example. Their bodies were starting to react to the foreign intruder they were injected with, their body temperatures slowly started to increase. Something else was starting to stir inside them. "W-what's happening!?" Judy's insides were starting to burn up in an unforgettable sensation. "I-I-I can't keep," Her foot stomped in frustration as she started to undo her plaid shirt."Nicky, please turn around." "Nicky, that's new." He tried to joke as he shucked his shirt off as well. "Is it hot out here or is it just me?" "Oh no no no no." Judy stammered. "That was rhetorical carrots!" "Nick where are your cuffs." "In my car, why on earth would you need-" "I think she just put me in heat." She deadpanned. "What do you mean you can't just, I mean you can't right? I think our body is just having a-a hot flash or something." He stammered. Nick turned around but instantly regretted/loved his decision. Judy was standing only a few feet in front of him with her bare grey and white furred chest exposed. "I told you to turn around!" She yelled. "I'm s-sorry!" He rushed back around to face the grimy brick wall. "Here's the plan, we are going to run to my car and lock you inside. I won't be able to control myself if what you said is true. Any, Other. Wise..." His voice stopped and his nose tilted into the air. "What's wrong, are you alright?" Judy bounced toward him and gripped his arm tightly. "Do you smell that." Nick dreamily whispered to her. "What, is it a fire!" She let go of him and started to search the buildings, where her ears her eyes follow. "No it's, it's like." His lips turned in a goofy smile, drool started to go down his chin. Judy's jaw dropped. "Cheese and sprinkles! No Nick that's not, no stop smelling! Breathe through your mouth!" Judy tried to order but, her willpower was fading just as fast. She started to back away from Nick. "But why? Is that, is that you carrots?" Nick took step toward her, then another. "Nick listen to me! You have to-" she got interrupted as he lunged forward and gripped her sides tightly. "It is you! Let me just get another sniff." He crouched down shoved his muzzle into her neck. "Where is it coming from!?" Judy froze up as Nick placed his paws on her. Sure, after their little date she wanted this to happen but, out in public in a dank alley? "N-nick stop." She 'pleaded' not so strongly, almost jokingly even. "Found it." Nick dragged his nose down her bare chest, drinking in her arousing scent. As she was lost in her shock, Nick gripped her legs and pulled her towards himself causing her to fall down with a yelp. "Ahh!" In reflex, she kicked her foot out connecting it with Nick's stomach. He let out a growl in response. "If that's how you want to act rabbit." Nick roughly gripped onto her thighs and clawed at them with his paws. Her work pants started to tear from his rough treatment. "Nick please! Be gentle I won't-" With a few quick flicks of his claws, her pants were torn to shreds. Drowning the air around them in her scent of forced heat, the effect was instant to Nick. He started to react as if he was hit with night howler serum, the only difference was that he was fighting Judy for a different reason. He roughly shoved his muzzle between her soaked thighs, her carrot printed panties did her little protection. He dragged his tongue across the fabric to get a taste at her alluring mound, he quickly became disappointed. His teeth tried to tug at them but gave her sensitive bits sharp nibbles instead. "Ow, Nick please! Let me... let me help you." She accepted her fate and tugged her panties down, they clung to her as she tried to shuck them off. That didn't stop her of course. Nick dived back like a feral dog as her treasure was opened back to him. His tongue slathered against her fiery vent. Her lips were puffy from her new heat, the fire inside her body instantly cooled as Nick's tongue slid into her. Judy let out a loud squeal of pleasure, it fell onto Nick's deaf ears. She dropped her paws down to Nick's head and gripped his long ears, pulling him closer to her pussy. Her thighs tried to close together from the overload of pleasure but with Nick's face between them all they did was lock him into place. His long slick tongue dragged across her vent, teasing it's way in for a moment before pulling back out. Quiet growls made their way from the fox as he ate out his prey. There were very audible slurps and slapping noises coming from between her thighs. "Nick please, more!" She whined as she dropped her head back. Her toes curled and her mouth dropped as his tongue finally plunged into her. She tried to yell out in pleasure, but no noise came out. Nick put more weight onto her crotch as he tried to dig deeper into her tunnel. Her tail wanted to twitch and wag but the combined weight on it wouldn't let it move. Drool and feminine juices started to drip down her pussy and onto her tailhole. Nick pulled out of her cunny and slid his tongue across her tailstar to clean the leftover fluids. Her body spasmed out in response. "That's eeee! New." She moaned out, she looked down and saw the fox eating her with no abandonment. As she did, he looked up into her violet eyes and stopped what he was doing, his tongue stayed hanging out of his mouth. There was a pause in both of them. Nick slowly crawled on all fours up her body until he was face to face with Judy, his stiffness poked into knee. Judy's muzzle was right up against Nicks, getting her up close and personal with her juices, sweet like a strawberry but not as strong. She lifted her head up and closed her eyes as her lips met Nicks. She could taste herself onto his lips, sending a wave of arousal right between her thighs. Nick stiffened up for a moment but regained his composer quickly. He slid his tongue across her lips, asking for permission to enter. Soon enough, his tongue was battling for dominance in her muzzle. A growl of pleasure vibrated through Nick's throat, which was easily felt by Judy. She lifted her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, her brain was battling with emotions while their love connected. " I love him, but is this right? How do I know he'll feel like this when he's in control of his emotions, how will I feel?" She thought. These thoughts were pushed aside as he parted from their kiss, a small strand of saliva still connected the two. Nick licked it clean with his tongue. "Judy." Nick breathed out, knowing what's going to happen but unsure how it would play out. She responded by reaching down and grabbing onto his pants, gently pulling down his front zipper. "Please, I need it." She begged. Nick leaned forward one more time to kiss her again before he roughly tugged his pants off. His hardness was easily seen through his bland white boxers, a small dark spot tinted near the waistband of the apparel. Catching the fox by surprise, she knocked him forward so that he was on his back. She quickly jumped ontop of him to straddle his waist. She pressed her soaking mound right against Nicks twitching hardness, she could feel his knot straining to leave its sheathe. "So that's how big foxes are." She huskily spoke out, grinding her wet lips against Nicks restrictive fabric. He dominantly gripped her sides, his claws sharply pressed against them leaving small lines through her grey fur. She bent forward and gripped the waistband with her paws and pulled them up. She bent over to get a look at Nick's bone. The first thing that hit her was the wall of musk that escaped from him, whatever was injected into them caused not only was her scent to be put in overdrive but Nicks as well. She stayed frozen for a little bit, her eyes were only halfway open as his musk put her under a spell. Nick took this opportunity to drag his boxers down and fling them away, not so gently, he started to push Judy down his body. Judy finally broke her trance when she came eye to eye with Nick's red prick. His tip was over flowing with a clear viscous liquid that trailed down his member. Each of his balls were almost big enough for her to fit in one paw alone! His prick was already the size of a quarter of her arm, and his knot wasn't even exposed! It's not like that stopped her in her heat induced mindset however. Almost as if in awe, she leaned forward and placed her lips against his hot throbbing length. Nick's tail stiffened up as his dream finally came true. Ever since she saved him from Manchas, he hasn't been able to get her out of his brain. Judy made a trail of kisses down his foxhood, she gripped his base to add a bit more pleasure for the squirming fox. She went up and down his cock, giving him teasing licks here and there to bring his flavor into her mouth. Nick let out constant barks and whines, not caring if anyone heard them. Judy finally placed her mouth over his tip and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue across his slit. Precum drowned her tongue in a sweet and salty flavor. She brought her other paw down to his balls and started to knead and caress them, finally giving Nick's body the push it needed to let his knot slip from his sheathe. Judy's eyes widened as his length came fully exposed, she has never seen any cock so big before! Well, in person, sure she's seen and watched plenty of other species do it online. But, every bunny (two) she's ever fooled around with had nothing compared to Nick. Even her vibrator was a mere child to it! Nick thrusted up in need, forcing more of his cock to invade her mouth. Judy tilted her head just in time to stop her teeth from scratching his sensitive bits. With a renewed vigor, she started to swirl her tongue around his cock tip, she brought her paws down to his knot and started to gently squeeze him. A slick natural lube started to cover her paws, which wasn't new Info to her. She's looked up plenty of foxes on the web to prepare her for her crush. She bobbed her head down and let his member slide to the back of her mouth before pulling back, Nick tightly gripped the top of her ears to guide her pace. Nick started to hump her muzzle and throat. the only thing occupying his mind was his pleasure. Her gags fell on his uncaring ears. Nick's tail Wildly wagged under him as Judy sucked the life out of him. He could feel his cocktip slide in and out of her throat, he didn't hear her complaining though. Between her hot mouth around his member and her paws tightly gripping his knot, the end was near. "I'm I'm cumming!" He growled out as hilted himself up to his knot in judy's mouth. She had no choice but to swallow down his load. Spurt after spurt of fox cum spilled down her throat, she greedily lapped at the underside of his cock to milk the fox for all he was worth. She could swear she could feel his balls twitching against her neck. Nick finally allowed her to pull back when his spurts started to slow down, she pulled off him gasping for air. A few stray lines of fox cum shot onto the outside of her muzzle. Nick let his head fall back and hit the cement, a dull throb of pain went through him. Judy stopped wheezing long enough to say, "I need you now." Nick's ears as well as his cock jumped forward. He jumped back up to his knees and pushed her back, it was his turn to take control. Nick pushed his muzzle into her saliva and jizz soaked one and let his paws rub against her breasts. vixen chests may be more pronounced compared to judy's more flat stature, but the two of them couldn't care less. Nick crawled forward and picked Judy's waist up, gripping her rump possessively as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He guided her waist to his crotch, he rested his cock on top of her crotch to compare his length to her size. His tip came to up around the lower part of her abdomen. Her wet thighs started to slick up his waist and her soaking cunny successfully lubed up the underside of his cock. Nick pulled his muzzle away and looked Judy in the eyes. Her violet eyes met his green ones as she nodded her head. "Please." She softly whispered out. Nick smirked widely, showing off his sharp canines to Judy. A small shiver of fear and arousal spread through her. Nick pulled his hips back slightly and pushed his tip against Judy's dripping vent. Her white fur thinned out into a dull pink skin as it neared her pussy. He pushed forward and instinctively let out a groan as he pushed into her tight snatch. This slow rhythm didn't last long, between both of their hormones their 'romance' was easily put to the side. Nick took one long stroke into her all the way up to his knot, her lips stretched around his wide girth as he harshly pressed forward. A loud squeal came from Judy as she dug her claws into the hard ground below her. Her tail waggled in a plethora of indescribable feelings that coursed through her. No bunny body was ever meant to be put through this. Nick pulled out until only his tip was inside of her before impaling back in. Her juices provided more than enough slickness for his penetration to go in smoothly. Every time Nick looked down to see himself thrust into Judy, he had to restrain from cumming on the spot. The way that her cunny spread around his dick was the hottest thing he has ever saw. "hmm, cunny. Bunny, bunny cunny. That's a good nickname" Nick thought mid thrust. Judy bit her lip in pleasure as Nick's cock slid across a certain sensitive spot inside her tunnel. Her vagina clenched against her will whenever he thrusted inside of her. When ever he pressed against her cervix it seemed to grow a mind of its own. "Judy you're, t-tighter than Finn." He joked? "And you're, oh carrots." She moaned out in response, unable to finish her retort. Her body rippled with an unfounded amount of pleasure. A flood of her juices flooded out of her and past Nick's cock as she reached her first climax. Bunnies tended to be quick in bed, didn't mean they couldn't go multiple rounds though. Her body went limp as he continued to pound into her. Without warning, nick flipped her over so that she was facing the ground. "Let's do this the my way. Hope you're ready for round two, I don't care either way." He growled into her long ear as they transferred to doggy style. Nick bent down and hugged her to his chest, he could feel her tail wiggling against his navel. He lifted his muzzle up and gripped her scruff with his teeth. Judy immediately stiffened up. " I swear he can read Eeee! my mind," she thought. Nick took it to an increased speed as he put all of his weight into his thrusts. His knot started to slide into her well stretched cunny before pulling back out. Judy tried to tighten her pelvic muscles, but at this point that only resulted in small spasms. This didn't slow Nick down. A very dirty noise filled the air as Nick thrusted in and out of the bunny, it only seemed to spur them both on. Judy had to lower herself to her elbows as her arms started to shake, causing her rump to raise higher for Nick. This let him thrust much deeper into her velvety canal. Every push he did caused her to slide an inch or so forward, causing her to "eep" with every thrust. Nick let go of her waist and scruff to reach a paw up to her head. He pressed his wet paw pad to the back of her head and put a heavy amount of weight on it, which took away her power to twist her head. Nick began to reach his climax, Judy was well onto her second one at this point as well. Her leg kicked out as his half of his glands pushed into her, it had to be bigger than her fist! Nick pulled back and pushed even harder, he was concerned that he would hurt her but she wasn't yelling in pain. "Can I, can I-" Nick whimpered out as his cock started to jump in her confines. "Yes!" She yelled out, her tongue was (in Nick's opinion) cutely hanging out of her mouth. The fox started to put all of his weight into his humps, trying to fit his plug into her. Judy tried to take deep breathes to try and relax her muscles but that did very little as she neared her climax. She fell limp as her tunnel clenched around Nick and finally gave way as his knot pushed into her, locking her climax inside of her and around Nick's spasming cock. Judy could feel jets of Nicks cum rocket against her vaginal walls, her heat started to cool down dramatically with each spray of fox spunk being locked into her. She could feel her partner's member jerk inside of her as she tightened around the base of his knot. Nick was barely keeping himself up on his arms, one of which was still pinning Judy's head to the ground. He gave a few more drawn or pumps to truly empty his balls into her. The two stayed breathless for a few moments, both unsure if the other would freak out or not. A loud clapping filled their tired ears. "Excellent show you two! My employer will be impressed, especially with you Nick ever since he's seen you on ZNN he's had he biggest hard on for you. I must have the best luck too have gotten you two and not some random folks." The duo looked up to see the smiling raccoon watching them from the fire escape opposite of them. "Why-what did you do to us!?" Nick tiredly yelled out before collapsing on top of Judy. "This was a test to see if this beauty worked of course! Its purpose is to induce an artificial heat that effects between different species ! Didn't think it would actually work on males though, seeing that they don't have a vag an' all. Nice ass by the way." She called out to Nick, she seemed to be holding something in her paws. "What are you... hold on." Judy moaned out as Nick jostled inside her." What are you holding?!" "Oh this gizmo? It's nothing, just video evidence is all." She pretended to examine her wet paws, nick and Judy weren't the only ones enjoying their night. "You get down here before I-I!" Judy stammered from under nick, too tired to move. "Jostling in my boots here cutey, not much you can-" sirens started to call through the streets. "Well that's my cue to leave, if it's any consolation you guys make a hot couple. Peace!" She flashed them the peace sign before climbing up the building at a blindingly fast pace A bright red and blue light started to cover the alleys walls as four different ZPD vehicles blocked both of its exits. "Freeze ZPD! You're surrounded! Put down your weapons and release Officers Wilde and Hopps! Nick was tried to get up by his legs were to numb to move. Judy was still twitching in her afterglow. "Uh carrots, what do we do?" Nick moaned into her ear as she tightened around him. "You're going to stay right here with me, and do me all over again." She huskily spoke to him, she swung a leg over so that she was ontop of him straddling his waist. The injection wasn't even close to being over. "Carrots calm down, you need to-" He was cut off as Judy pressed her muzzle to his again. She started grinding herself against his still swollen knot. "FREEZE! Stop what you are, doing?" Officer wolfard froze at what was happening in front of him, the elephant behind him started to bawl her eyes out. The remaining officers took out their phone and started recording the scene. "Hey Nicky! Enjoying your girlfriend I see." Wolfard barked out in between laughs, his own wolf hood started to have an effect from the smells emanating from the two. Nick tried to ignore him as Judy grinded another orgasm out of him. "This is so going around the office, pay back Nick!" Officer Fangmeyer called to the others as he put down his phone and started to make his way to the two. Separating them was another twenty minute video altogether.
The Zootopian Experiment Chapter 11 by Vikingfan	#12 of Zootopian Experiment - The Zootopian Experiment Chapter 11 (Judy Hopps) As I was waiting in the waiting room, when Doctor Lango came up to me and told me, "if you want to see Nick you can. We just disinfected him, so you can't touch him, but he also seems to want to talk to you." I quickly	[ "Transformation", "Zootopia" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146095-the-zootopian-experiment-chapter-11	The Zootopian Experiment Chapter 11 (Judy Hopps) As I was waiting in the waiting room, when Doctor Lango came up to me and told me, "if you want to see Nick you can. We just disinfected him, so you can't touch him, but he also seems to want to talk to you." I quickly got up, happy that I could talk to him, before his surgery where he probably doesn't want to talk. When me and Doctor Lango walked into one of the hospital room. I saw Nick completely soaked and in a hospital gown. Their Nick said, "Great Carrots, I am donating a kidney, and you got to stay dry. I believe that they must hate foxes." I laughed a little bit, but quickly got back on track. Doctor Lango said, "I am sorry, about having you take the bath. The bath is just a minor disinfectant bath used to disinfect you. Nothing to do with us hating any species." Nick answered back in a sarcastic way to me, "Even worse they take my jokes seriously, again you owe me one." I just laughed again, and hugged Nick. After a couple of minutes of talking, then Doctor Lango said, "sorry to bother you two, but it is time for Nick to have an operation." As I said my goodbye, and started to leave. When Doctor Lango told me, "I understand if you want to wait until the operation is over, but I will be keeping Officer Wilde asleep after the operation, the reason is simply, he will be in a lot of pain, so letting him heal I feel would be the best decision, at least for a few hours." The next morning, when I arrived at the precinct. I talked to Clawhauser, kind of hoping he was able to get me another day off. Clawhauser said, "Sorry Judy, I was not able to get you today off as well." I assured him that, it was not big deal, while heading to the Bull Pin. At Bull Pin, people were talking about, news that the ZPD was in need of more police. At about 7:30, the hippo called us to attention. When Chief Bogo, entered into the room, he immediately started, "quit, you have your assignments, at your seats, so you may all begin. Hopps, I need to talk to you, so meet me in my office after the briefing." As everyone started to leave, I tried looking for my case but could not find it, I decided he must of decided to give me a run down, on the case. When I got to Chief Bogo's office, Chief Bogo told me to enter. When I entered his office he begun, "Hopps, I decided to take you off of field duty, at least until Wilde has recovered. You will, be doing recruiting, at the schools." Wondering, why I was moved to recruiting. Recruiting, was one of those light shifts, mostly for expecting mothers, or animals who will be retiring soon. I decided to asked, " Chief Bogo, I am thankful that you, considered me for this honor. Yet, why did you choose me? I, have proven myself to do extremely well in the field, and their are many other officers, who are older and getting closer to retirement." I thought, that I presented my case quite well. Hopefully, he would probably reconsider, on putting me on recruiting duty. Chief Bogo looked at me and answered, "to be honest a couple of reasons, first of all, you are emotionally unset with your partner in surgery. Another reason is, our police force is getting into older, and we need many more young cadets, and that younger students usually respond better with younger officers. Finally and this is the most important reason, and that is, because I told you so." I accepted my new assignment, and realized that I could never win in an argument with Chief Bogo, but also that he said that Nick, was my partner, not my friend or former partner.
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (10) by Patcher	#10 of A Stranger in Suburbia Opportunities arise. - [PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1147929) \| [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) \| [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1149009) Check pockets for key(s). You examine your pockets and find that	[ "Corgi-weasel", "Interactive story", "Otter", "Prologue", "Strangeness" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148495-a-stranger-in-suburbia-an-interactive-story-prologue-10	[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1147929) \| [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) \| [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1149009) Check pockets for key(s). You examine your pockets and find that they are empty. Weariness washes over you as you realise you have \_a lot\_of pockets upstairs in a pile on the floor of your apartment. Break open the mailbox. You try to pry it open with your claws, but, fearing that they'll break, stop shortly after. Investigate other apartments. It wouldn't hurt to knock, but you have a sneaking suspicion that you and Rick might be the only inhabitants in the building. Then again, you need answers. You methodically knock three times on each door on the first floor, and wait. After a couple of minutes, you go upstairs and repeat the process - excluding 203 \_.\_No response. Check pile of clothes. With nothing better to you, you go through all your new clothes. To no avail, however, you find nothing at all. Get some sleep. No name, no keys, no identity. Nothing. You push the pile aside, lock your apartment door and go to bed. Maybe you'll find answers in the morning? Your sojourn into the land of dreams is crudely ended by a series of sharp knocks. Drowsily, you stumble out of bed and make the short three metre trip from bed-and-couch to the front door. You open it to find Rick - dressed in appropriately sized tee and shorts - holding an envelope in his hands. "Morning. Got this in my mail. It's for you." He gives you the envelope, which is addressed to 202. Rick lingers momentarily before he bids his adieu, returning to his own apartment. Open the envelope. You open your mail. Its contents are fifteen coins; a pair of keys; and a letter, which reads: Dear \_\_\_\_ To aid in fulfilling your dream, this letter offers 1500 crowns and an acquaintanceship with the otter next door. The attached keys belong to this building. It is recommended you keep them on your person at all times. It is with regret to inform you that your rent must be paid in three weeks. You will receive an invoice two weeks from now. Job opportunities are aplenty, as are scholarships at the Ars Magica Academy and Valewood University of Science and Technology. Cultivate your skills and determine who you are and wish to be. Follow your dreams! Yours truly, Benevolence. --- HOW TO PLAY Comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown male Corgi-weasel protagonist. I will then advance the story with said suggestions.
Mystery of the Murdered Workers - Chapter II by MotMW	#2 of Mystery of the Murdered Workers Mystery of the Murdered Workers Chapter 2 WARNING: GORE - By the time I had gotten to the top of the slope and was viewing the yard, I had the strange feeling that I had been walking for over three hours, and my brain seemed oddly convinced of this.	[ "Alternate Reality", "Bizarre", "Character Development", "Dark", "Death", "Destruction", "Disaster", "Dread", "Evil", "First Person", "Horror", "Humor", "Macabre", "Mild Drama", "Mystery", "Plot Development", "Science Fiction", "Supernatural", "Suspense", "Therian", "Thought Provoking", "Thriller", "Trouble", "Violence" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144579-mystery-of-the-murdered-workers-chapter-ii	By the time I had gotten to the top of the slope and was viewing the yard, I had the strange feeling that I had been walking for over three hours, and my brain seemed oddly convinced of this. I shook my head, feeling tired and weak, dizzy and confused. I hadn't brought any water with me, and I was hungry again for some reason. Something strange was going on, and I was now convinced of it. I was the only one seeing this weather, and it wasn't a good thing. No... Kevin had seen it. Jacob couldn't see it that much was clear. Only Kevin and I saw it. I was about to wonder if Jacob was the odd one here, but the remembrance of the visions flashing in front of my car sent that thought from my head. I wished I knew what was going on here, and I had nothing to work from. I stood at the top of the hill and stared out at the clearing that had been gouged out from the mountainside. It was cleared of trees, and was surrounded by sharp cliffs on either side, roots sticking out of the dirt and looking rather frightening in this now gloomy lighting. I looked up at the sky once more, and saw that it had indeed gotten much darker. This was unlike any sort of weather I had ever seen in these mountains. It made it so dark that one would think it was becoming dusk. I had to look at my watch to remind myself of the current time of ten-thirty-six AM. The wind was beginning to pick up, and the trees around me rustled and creaked. I looked at the area around me and the partially erected structure. Even in the darkness, I could make out the land around me. There were no tracks of any sort of machinery or any tracks from any people around. I couldn't see any of the workers, and there wasn't even any equipment around to say that there had even been anyone down here. Had I missed them? I walked a bit further up, past the wall and turned to look inside the building. It was unusually dark inside, even though only part of the roof was up, and all of the walls were in place. Some insulation had already been put into place as well. I cautiously stepped inside the doorway and peered around the corner, then headed into what looked to be the kitchen area. A gust of wind pushed at me from outside, colder than ever, and I looked behind me again, and then back into the room. Stairs at the far left wall from where I stood led to the second floor, but other than that, there was nothing in this first room. I headed from the kitchen and into the second room. It was there that I saw something splattered on the wood flooring. I crouched down and looked at it more closely, seeing that it led down a small hallway and into the other room. There was enough of the substance that it wasn't just a small spill. Something had been dragged. In the light, I couldn't make out what it was, and I wasn't about to taste it in case it was oil or something. I looked around again and saw an opening where I assumed double doors would go. On my right and behind me, there was another opening in the wall for a window. I stood slowly again and walked cautiously into the hall, daring to call out softly as I went. "Anyone back there?" No reply. I peered into another smaller room that looked as if it were to be the bathroom. Nothing there except another opening for a window. It was then that I smelled something, and not smoke or oil, but a metallic stench. I'd read it enough in novels that I could guess what it was, and my stomach clenched as I stepped around the corner and into the final room... the living room. I covered my mouth and pressed my back to the wall as I entered, and saw the source of the marks on the floor. It had entered my mind that it might have been blood, but the weather being as it was and the strange things that had taken place earlier; I hadn't wanted that thought in my head causing even more fear and questions. There was no question to this though. It was all over the floor, pools in different places, trailed by drag marks where the bodies had been dragged to far corner and dumped in one large pile. My jaw muscles worked for a moment as my hand covered my mouth. The smell was hurting my nose now it was so strong, and by the large pool of blood that leaked from around the pile, I was grateful for the large opening in the wall that was to be a large window. My eyes went from the pile of bodies to the doorway on the far wall supposedly leading to the basement. There was a draft coming up from there and it was clean, so there were no bodies down below. I had seen that part of the building coming up the hill. Despite my rising fear, I slowly walked towards the bloody pile, avoiding the pools of blood coagulating on the floor and becoming black. I didn't want to get too close to the bodies, but I also wanted to know how long they had been there. I reached out tentatively and put my hand on one of the workers. I could still feel the warmth beneath the clothing, and after sweeping my gaze over those who were on top and visible, I noticed they had all been murdered the same way. Their throats were slit from ear to ear, and a clean slice down their midsection from chest to waist and bled out. The wound had not been deep enough to disembowel them, only to bleed them out swiftly. I swallowed and backed away, pressing my back to the wall and gathering my thoughts as another gust of wind came in through the opening and swept away the stench, clearing my head slightly. My breath was coming slightly shallow and fast, so I steadied it with a few deep breaths and ran my hand back through my hair. The bodies had still been warm, which meant they couldn't have been killed more than half hour ago. My main concern was whether the killer was still nearby. He wouldn't stick around. He would probably get out of there and try not to leave any evidence. I saw no footprints, only drag marks and some jugular spray across the wall. At the moment I hadn't thought to look and see if there were any spots to show that the killer had been in the way when he'd killed them and blocked part of the spray. I backed slowly out of the room, and then, heart pounding, fled the building and near leaped out the front entrance and out into the clearing, spinning around and backing up, nearly tripping. I took my few gasping gulps of air as though I'd been holding my breath. That couldn't be healthy for you, breathing in air intoxicated with human blood stench. Whoever Kevin and Jacob had been talking about was back, and he meant business, most likely a serial killer. I had to get back and tell him, had to warn him. I turned and sprinted back down the road. A crack of thunder made the small building rattle as if an explosive had gone off nearby. Kevin stared out the window at the roiling clouds. Black and roiling, like boiling water. It was certainly the end for him, there was no running from it. Even if he tried he wouldn't make it to The Rebellion in time, and he would rather face the bastard than run from him. Kevin sighed and saw lightning pierce down from the clouds. He was relieved that Jacob had headed home to take care of his kids; he didn't need to be here to see this. A text came in and Kevin picked up his phone to see who it was. It was a text from Jacob. \_ "I get home and guess whose raiding moms garden!? Finally found the culprit. Austin is home."\_ Kevin deleted the text and set the phone down with a hard set grimace. It's like he'd known Austin would come home. Kevin didn't doubt it, and he only hoped that they would catch wind of it before it locked them out of reality. Kevin quickly picked up his phone and sent a quick message with a picture, the 'I Love You' hand sign and the words, "I'll miss you, keep your family safe." Kevin hoped that would get through fast enough to get them a warning. Another peal of thunder shook the building, followed by torrential rain battering the building like hail. It didn't bother him that was sure to be brutally murdered in the next ten minutes. He knew where he would go, and Cardew couldn't change that. He smirked in triumph and gripped his phone. The following flash of lighting was so bright it blinded Kevin for a moment, and then the thunder followed, rattling the windows and making the entire building shake. Kevin had to steady himself on the desk to keep from falling over. When he opened his eyes, he was looking into the coldest, emptiest gleaming green eyes he'd ever known and couldn't suppress a sneer. "I was hoping never to see you again, but I guess what was too much to hope for." All he got in reply was a cold smirk. Panting and gasping, I made it back up to the site. However... there was one problem. There was no site. It looked as if the place had been hit by a massive explosive. The building was in flames and collapsing. For a moment I just stood there and gaped, chest heaving and staggering to a stop in front of what used to be Kevin's office. Who had done this? Most of the building was still intact, just in flames and slowly degrading. Was Kevin still in there? Without thought, I ran inside, opening the door and covering my mouth and face as smoke billowed out at me along with a painful wave of heat. What was I thinking, running inside a burning building? I have no idea, but I did it, and with no fear at that, my only thought was if Kevin was alive. As I headed through the hall into the kitchen, I grabbed the pictures off of the walls, as if saving them was also very important, and tucked them under my arm as I headed towards the office. The smoke seemed to be less and less as I headed in that direction and more from the bedroom. I tested the handle to the office swiftly with a covered hand and it was... cool, actually, cold, freezing cold. For a second, I almost didn't open the door for fear that there was another sort of deadly substance like liquid nitrogen on the other side of the door, but after a moment, I opened the door slowly. The room was clean, and nearly untouched accept for scattered papers. I walked slowly around the desk, and the first thing I saw was a massive pool of blood soaking into the carpet. Kevin was on his side; slit open like the others down at the site... something was different though. His eyes weren't open and he didn't have the look of terror and shock on his face as the others had. He looked as if he had merely fallen asleep. There was another difference as well, though... he wasn't just sliced to bleed out, he was sliced all the way open, so his innards were in a pile on the floor. With all that had happened, this didn't seem to bother me besides a shocking sadness. I'd never really known him, but he was Jacobs father, and anyone from the Hanson family, I loved like my own. Why was he slit open like this, and the others weren't? Special grudge against him or his family perhaps...? I didn't have time to think about it as the ceiling groaned in protest. As I ducked for the door, I grabbed Kevin's phone, which was in his upwards facing palm and lunged for the door as the ceiling caved in. I barely made it out of the office as the whole thing came down around my ears, blinding me with smoke, dust and sparks. I still had the pictures and the phone as I hit the cement and covered my head, feeling the debris sting my neck and arms. When the explosion of dust and such was finished, I slowly raised my head, only now seeming to realize that it had started pouring, putting the fire out. The only possible evidence I had as to what had done this, was now in my hands. I quickly tucked the phone into my pocket and held the pictures close to myself, hoping that they wouldn't get too wet, even with their protective casing. I went for my cell-phone in my left pocket and realized that there was nothing there. I took out Kevin's phone, but it was dead. Where was my phone at? I thought frantically for a moment, hoping that I hadn't dropped it whilst escaping the building. After a moment's thought, I realized that I hadn't felt the pressure against my hip when I was running up from the site. It was down along that path somewhere. Taking a quick look around, I headed back down, scanning the ground as I did so, watching small streams of water begin along the edges of the road and in the tractor gutters in the dirt and hoping against hope that the killer wasn't still here. \_ 40 Minutes Earlier...\_ Jacob arrived home to total chaos and all of his siblings in a giant pile on the living room floor, some helpless victim squirming and yelling beneath them. He hadn't been home in a while, and if it hadn't been for the distraction on the floor, the rabble would have gone for him. He yelled into the kitchen over the din, "Mom, what the heck is this all about!?" A yell from the bottom of the pile, "You can ask me that, I'm right here you know!" Jacob looked down, startled. "So it's true! You finally came home!" The victim tried to reply and got yelled over by a dozen other shouting voices. Jacobs mother Bella came in and put an end to it. "For goodness sake, I just vacuumed and your brother hasn't gotten a chance to wash! Get off him, let him talk, and go do your homework!" The mass of siblings scrabbled away, giggling and went back to their spots to resume their homework. Bella waited until the now disheveled form on the floor was up and then hugged him tightly. He tenderly wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek against her head. "I've missed you too mom." Jacob was next, and squeezed his younger brother in a tight embrace, making him wheeze. "Where the hell have you been? No contact, no texts, no hints, nothing, mother was starting to fear she would never see you again!" Jacob scolded. Bella shoved him lightly aside. "It wasn't as bad as all that, he's done this before, and what I'm upset about is that he raided my garden...without asking me, as if I wouldn't let him!" She cuffed her son about the head and he ducked away with a snort of laughter. "You're nearly thirty, son, you need to start acting like it! I was hoping your sudden change when this whole thing began would get rid of that." "It changed the worst in him." Jacob commented, and eyed the bag of garden produce on the counter. "What'd he steal?" "I didn't steal anything Jacob, I was gonna bring it inside and ask-" Bella snorted and washed the last of the tomatoes before putting them gently in the bag and handing it to him. "Ask me, yeah, pfft, right!" "Where have you been this whole time, with The Rebellion? Surely Holly was pestering you to at least contact us!" He followed his brother into the other room as he sat down and turned on the TV and went to the news channel. "I decided to take advantage of the serenity recently, but I wanna' make sure, it's not like it isn't suspicious." Austin said, and flipped through the channels to the news. Jacob felt the vibration of an incoming text in his pocket and took out his phone. It was a text from their father. "Speaking of suspicious, do you remember that friend of Richards, Daniel Prescott?" "Yeah, barely" His brother replied, and tucked himself up onto the couch with a groan. "Well he went in for an interview with dad today... and he didn't seem well. He's usually pretty jumpy and stuff, but I've never seen him like this.... and Austin, I think he's back" All attention on the TV lost, his brother turned fully and stared at him. "What do you mean?" "Well, Daniel got here this morning for breakfast, and said something about, 'Was it a good day to go out there, because the weather looked nasty!', and the weather was fine." Austin frowned. "Maybe it was the morning fog or something... or the... whatever those things are that make the top of your windshield darker." "Yeah, that's what I thought too, until we were going down the road and he suddenly slams on his brakes like he'd seen something... when I went over there to see if he was okay... the kid was as white as a sheet, shaking, and lied to me and said he thought he'd hit a squirrel." All the evidence seemed to sink in as he told it, and cold spread up his spine. What had he been questioning? "That sounds a lot like Cardew to me... he wouldn't just play with a random person like that unless they were somehow involved in it... no... Jacob, I think he's talking to us." Jacob now felt like he needed to find a reason, any reason for it just to be a coincidence. "We've had nearly four years of peace, why wo-" He stopped as he finally opened the text and looked. His blood went cold as ice, and Austin was staring at the TV again, his face going pale as well. "Jacob, I think we spoke to soon" Jacob showed him the picture that their father has sent, the 'I Love You' sign language and the words below it saying "I'll miss you, keep your family safe." The only thing that kept his brother from lunging off the couch and for the door was the news, an announcement of a jail breakout... a convicted psychopathic serial killer by the name of Dr. Cardew Blake Norris. "Spoke way too soon..." Jacob breathed, unable to swallow. "Ooooh shit." Austin agreed, and turned off the TV. "Ooooh shiiiiitt!" He scrabbled off the couch. "You go get dad, I'll get the family to The Rebellion, and Daniel should be there somewhere, he hasn't texted me yet either." Jacob said, and headed for the kitchen. "Mom! Pack up and get the kids in the car! We've got to get out of here ASAP!" Austin grabbed his coat and headed out the door, getting into his car and starting up the engine; he lunged out of the driveway and headed for the site. Already, he saw the signs. The storm was about to break, and who knew if they could get out of this one alive. As he got onto the freeway, rain began to pour down. He grabbed a two-way radio off of the dash. "Xav, are you there?" After a moment, there was a reply. "Yeah boss, wassup?" "Hell got loose, look at the news ASAP, headed down to the site to get dad, Jacob will be there within the hour, be ready to bring out reinforcements." There was a momentary silence before the reply came through. "Mk boss, where am I sending this to?" "Sugarloaf Turnout, down where the work-site is at. Send Jasmine, Thane and if you want, come along with them. Send a couple others to meet Jacob; he'll be headed your way from seventeen." "I'll have them ready." Austin put the receiver down and amped up the windshield wipers as the rain poured harder. He prayed that he would get there in time before Cardew, but he doubted it. His father's text to Jacob said that much. A crash of thunder so close it made the hair on his neck stand up seemed to speak to him. \_ You're too late, Austin. You're always too late.\_ This weather was becoming outrageous. There was no wind, but the rain was pouring down as though it was a tropical storm, and occasional thunder rumbled. Who else was seeing this? Only me I guessed. By the time I reached the site, I was long since soaked through and shivering. The fear had returned, but only enough to make me continually look around and about me in case there was someone there, as if I was paranoid. As I jogged up the hill, I saw a river of red water running out from underneath the building at the section where all the bodies were at. A shiver crawled up my spine, and I twitched. I had to go back in there. It was far darker, and I had no light to see my way around. I searched the area in front of the building first and when I didn't see it, I peered inside. Dark and cold... some places were wet as there was no roof. I slowly stepped in, and the moment my whole body was inside the structure, there was dead silence. Not a sound from the rain or any of the weather outside, and when I turned and looked outside, it was still a storm out there, but I could hear none of it. I was done trying to explain the events that went on here, accept that either my mind was snapping and I was going mad, or there was something more going on here, far more than could be explained. For a few seconds, I was frozen in total stiff terror and all I could do was listen to the silence and look around for my phone. I couldn't see it in this room either, and I leaned and looked into the second room. For some reason I swore I was going to see zombies. I couldn't help then but laugh at myself, and on that brief instant of release, I stepped into the hall and into the room where all the corpses were at. For the first few moments of me being in the room and staring once again and the large pile of dead people, I wasn't afraid. They were dead, what was to be afraid of? I peered around in the darkness and didn't see my phone on the floor... and then I saw it... in the hand of one of the deceased. My breath slammed to a halt in my chest, and I stepped towards it. Why was my phone in its hand as if it had picked it up? \_ Or someone had put it there?\_ The thought leaped into my mind as if I'd thought it myself. The killer had been watching me, I knew it for certain now, because I'd dropped my phone here, and I hadn't been near that body when I'd fled the building. I spun and stared frantically at the corners of the room as if I expected to see him there. Nothing but darkness and another doorway leading to the basement, I'd seen that coming up the hill. I reached out slowly and took my phone from its hand, and stepped back, my eyes locking to its own, cold, open, staring. I swallowed, and stepped back into a pool of water, somehow startling myself, I looked down. It was red and I stared at my reflection. I could barely see myself, but I could see my eyes were wide with fear and shock. "What is going on here?" I breathed, and suddenly felt dozens of eyes all on me, staring, making me cringe and I jumped back. I was being assaulted by something, the feeling of being watched was definitively demonic, and I backed out of the room and out of the building, never turning my back. I was numb with cold and fear, I was so scared now I felt nothing, and if a twig snapped, I'd probably have a heart attack and pass out. The sound of the rain resumed the moment I backed out of the doorway. I stepped back in, and the sound ceased. I backed out of the building and the sound resumed. I waved my hand in the doorway and yanked my hand back. My hand had been in that room, and the whole inside of that building was as cold as death. And it was darker, much darker now, so dark I could barely see. I stepped back from the building and looked at it from a distance... no, not looked, stared at it. Currently, this whole situation was so wrong that as I pictured the totally bizarre look on my face, that didn't even make me laugh, it only confirmed how demonic this thing was. Demonic...yes...very demonic, there was no other words for things going on here, either demonic or seriously staged. I checked to see if my phone was still alive, and it was, full battery. I set the pictures down against the hillside and went through my contacts to dial for Jacob. As I was about to press the button however, I heard a sound. Instead of moving, I stayed in place, paralyzed with fear. It was not the sound of an animal, but the sound of something flying through the air, as if someone had flung something. I turned my head to look up into the forest a split second before the object hit me, I saw a glint of metal and then agonizing pain exploded in my side. Dropping the phone to the ground and going to the ground myself, staggering with a screech of pain, I stared at the knife in my side. I grasped the silver handle weakly as I lay on my back, struggling for breath through the waves of pain that engulfed me and my vision going dark. The knife had a red jewel at its end and it had begun to glow slightly. I felt my energy draining from me slowly, and the pain dragged me down with it, I fell back, thinking for sure that I was now going to die, and passed out.
Hippogryph Sloppy Seconds by Runa	Art/Rook - chazcatrix Writing/Ceylon/Ilorek - Runa Little slice of life story about Ilorek and Ceylon; Two roommates and classmates at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic who are also very liberal when it comes to physicality not just with one another but with their guests. Rook, a punky little	[ "Anal", "Anatomically Correct", "Beak", "Cooking", "Creampie", "Cumshot", "Drake", "Exhibitionism", "Fantasy", "Female", "Fingering", "Fox", "Gaping", "Gryphon", "Hippogryph", "Interspecies", "Knot", "Knotting", "M/F", "M/M", "M/M/F", "Male", "Masturbation", "Modern", "Oral", "Sharing", "Size Difference", "Straight", "Tail", "Threesome", "Tie", "Tongue", "Toys", "Tying", "Vaginal", "Vanilla", "Vixen", "Voyeurism", "filming", "gape", "masturbating", "sizeplay", "slice of life", "sloppy seconds", "stud", "toying" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150651-hippogryph-sloppy-seconds	Hippogryph Sloppy Seconds I stirred in my bed, rolling onto my side as a gentle burp escaped my beak. I had no idea what time it was, but it felt like I must have missed a whole day because I was tired; there was sun streaming in through the window next to the bed and the two-toned chirping of spring time birds just outside. Upon looking up at the clock, I was disappointed to see it was still pretty early, seventh hour in a twenty hour day. As I slept, I had been breathing with my mouth instead of nares, so I had to take a moment to lick the roof of my maw, careful to not catch any of the tiny teeth that lined my gums. A series of lumps could be felt swollen in my sheath, a pleasant bit of morning wood to start the day. "Well, good morning to me." I grumbled, swinging my legs around the side of the nest to rest on the bed. Though I had not yet woken up fully, I still felt myself idly rubbing at myself, peeling the sheath back to expose the dark flesh of my cock. It glistened in the morning sun, and a part of me really wanted to bend over and give myself a suckle, but the combination of a beak and sharp snakelike teeth meant that was a bad idea in the first place, and my pudge ensured I couldn't reach if I wanted to. Regardless, I still gave myself a rub by stroking my soft sheath flesh up and down my length. Any pleasure I might have gotten was completely drained the second I heard the banging of pots downstairs. Ilorek must have gotten up early to make himself breakfast, which wasn't uncommon for him. Problem was, he always sounded angry, banging the pots and stomping on the tile floor with his talons in a way that always filled me with the adrenaline that prepared me for a fight; as a result, my cock shriveled and retreated to its sheath, not interested in coming out to play this morning. To be honest, I was pretty sure I could stroke myself back to arousal, but it was just morning wood so it wasn't really worth maintaining. Instead, I got up and stretched, yawning heavily as I tensed up every muscle in my legs. The release of tension burst a blast of ademane through my body that helped to relax me, making me shudder in delight before deciding it was time to start my day. First thing's first, piss break. Had to hang a leak. As I made my way through my room, I passed by all three tanks for my three pet snakes. Ssevarine, my python, was balled up underneath a log, as she often was, while both my boas were out basking under their heat lamps. Yetzer was coiled up on a rock with his tail gripping at a nearby branch, whereas Leera - my largest snake - was draped over three different branches with her head nestled in between two of her coils like a pillow. Cute snakes, they made my day. I walked out of my room as quietly as I could, gently stepping on my toes instead of heels; this was a natural thing for me, I wasn't making any conscious effort to be quiet but just stepping as I usually did. In the bathroom, I squatted down and let go, the relief overcoming me as I smiled, my mind slowly putting together the plans for the rest of the day. For breakfast, might have some eggs and bacon with hash browns if I felt like cooking; maybe Ilorek had prepared enough for both of us. I wasn't sure. For lunch, I had some chicken breast and all the ingredients needed for caesar salad, so I could go with something like that. Dinner would be a bit more time intensive, since I needed to make the marinara and noodles both, then roll the meatballs. Lots of work, but home made food was so much tastier, cheaper, and better for me. With the bit of pudge I had, I needed to get in shape. I was too heavy to fly and had considered having my wings amputated, but I liked the idea of getting into shape, more. Part of me wanted to go turn on the computer, chat with some long-distance friends, and maybe set up another order of potions that I had been making for delivery, but I decided not to. It was weekend, I wasn't heading to school, and my job could be put on hold for a day; as it stood my potion making business had been blossoming, and my writing career - though in its infancy - had been making progress. I was in a good place, so I decided to take a personal day. He and I both attended the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, with him focusing more on the physics and chemistry while I focused more on the magic and biology. Between the two of us, we were pretty well prepared to tackle any problem or deal with any academic endeavor. Though we both shared a passion for knowledge, he was a bit more social and personable than I was, often inviting people over, going out for social gatherings, and sometimes even drinking, all things I generally avoided. I didn't dislike his differences, but it did often lead to me locking my door and ignoring the outside world for days on end. Neither Ilorek nor I tended to get dressed when we weren't having guests, since our fur and feathers covered most of our bodies. Rather than go back to my room, I hopped down the stairs and turned to head towards the kitchen. "Hey, Ilorek! What's on the menu today? You makin' any for me?" As I stepped into the kitchen and looked around the fridge, I could see he was standing next to the stove, naked with his cock semi-erect and hanging down in front of him. "Just some sausage patties, fried eggs over hard, and delicious breakfast muffins." He explained, lightly flipping at one of the patties. "You want a breakfast sandwich with me? Got all the meat you could hope for!" He gape-grinned at me and seductively winked his one golden eye. I just sighed and opened the fridge, eager to get myself a bit of a wake-up drink. Water or tea always started my day, and I needed to fill the kettle. In response to Ilorek, I lightly berated him. "Come on man, put that thing away, you're makin' me jealous." His cock was huge, thick and long like a horse's with the faintest of knots bulging out under the loose-fitting skin between median ring and sheath. I was average sized, but he was hung to the knees. Lucky bastard. In typical Ilorek fashion, he stepped up to me so that the bulge of his member pressed against my upper thigh, deliberately trying to make me feel uncomfortable. "What's the matter, hungry for a different kind of meat? Maybe I could help you out with that?" He stepped up behind me and grabbed himself, forcing the end half of it up between my rump cheeks and under my tail. Three years of living with Ilorek made me appreciate his brash sense of humor and somewhat off-putting lack of boundaries, doubly so since I was occasionally in the mood to bend over for him and have that massive weapon used on me. This time I tensed my lower back to expose my rump for him, his light musk and forward nature a trigger for my arousal. "You made my lose my morning wood with your banging around, I hope you're willing to make up for that egregious lapse in judgement." I cooed at him as I grinded back against him. He grabbed at my rump cheek and gave a squeeze before stepping back to his frying pan. "We can have fun later, I'm cooking for now." "Fucking cocktease." I grumped, huffing as I crossed my arms. In reality, he and I weren't dating or anything - in fact both of us preferred females and were single - but we both shared a lack of traditional relationship values and we both understood there was a difference between physical and emotional sexuality. Besides, we were both perfect for each other, as far as gay sensuality was concerned. His massive cock was always looking to find a hole it could fit in and my rump was quite spacious; if I wanted to top, horse butt was definitely my favorite butt. Nothing compared to mare pussy, but about as close as it comes without slipping gender transformation potion into his coffee. Also, his cum was the only cum I'd ever tasted that didn't make me gag. "Not a cocktease." He assured me as he buttered one of the buns, placing it down on the frying pan with an audible sizzle. "Just not an appropriate time right now. I'd hate to waste perfectly good food, and I'm pretty hungry." He grabbed the buns again and tossed everything needed into a stack; bun, cheese, sausage patty, folded fried egg, cheese, and bun again. After taking a bite, he walked past me, leaving everything I needed for my own sandwich in the pan. My cock was swollen in its sheath thanks to the light tease at my rump, but he was right when he said it would be a shame to waste food, so I ignored my early morning desires to enjoy breakfast instead. After stacking the sandwich parts, I turned to go to the living room, only to see that Ilorek was standing tall behind me, chewing his breakfast. He was taller than me by half a head, so it was somewhat intimidating to have him standing over me, chest puffed out and sly grin on his face. In mock defiance, I took a big bite out of my sandwich and glared back at him, an excited throbbing pumping my cock to a semi-aroused state. He gulped back his food and nodded towards me, grabbing my shoulder to spin me around and force me down against the counter top. Before I had time to respond in any significant way, he grabbed at the base of my tail and hoisted it up, exposing my meaty rump hole. He spat in his hand and smeared it up between my cheeks, slipping a finger into me in order to distribute the lube all over. When his digit passed through my pucker, he found I was already juicy and ready for him, my soft flesh secreting its own lubricating slime for him. "What took you so long, slut?" I taunted him, gently wagging my hind end, followed by a huge bite of my sandwich. What a wonderful way to start my day, with breakfast and a good mounting by a wonderfully aggressive stallion-drake. "Quit your bitchin, needed my energy." He retorted, giving a powerful yank of my tail at the same time he tensed up his member to full mast. I could see over my shoulder that there was a gooey mess leaking out the end, soaking his tip and preparing him for me. Or me for him. Whatever. Regardless, he leaned in and started rubbing himself on me, smearing his viscous precum all over my ass, the protruding urethral meatus prodding into my pucker as his bulbous cock tip kissed at my hole. He wasn't the kind to wait, so I was granted only a few seconds to appreciate and enjoy his gentle caress before he leaned into me, his cock tip popping into my backside with ease. I curled my toe talons against the tiling of the floor as his length plunged into me from tip to base. I could feel my muscles twitching and taint pulsing against his flesh as he bucked into me; I was so distracted by his quick penetration that I dropped my sandwich on the counter and nestled my head into my elbow, barely able to muffle the whimpering moan that escaped my beak. I clenched as best I could, ensuring he felt my flesh squeezing his every bit from flare to sheath. He bucked into me again, slamming his hips to mine as he yanked on my tail, ensuring he got as deep as he could against my tender flesh. Inside, I could feel the expanding girth of his unflared tip plugging my bowels as he slammed himself time and time against me. Each of his thrusts were a shallow motion that tugged on my flesh thanks to the suction formed between his massive rimmed flare and my ass lips. The slight discomfort was heaven for me, as it was a reminder of just how thick and deep he was pounding me. Luckily for both of us, we had an agreement wherein he didn't have to fake stamina just to please me, and I didn't tease him for his hair trigger. Stallions weren't known for lasting long, and I was satisfied after only a few minutes so he was welcome to have a go at me, finish, and go on with his day. He would abide by this rule by being quick, aggressive, and thorough, finishing before I did! After only a few dozen strong, full-length thrusts, I felt his flare explode within me, pressing out against every one of my walls from top to bottom and applying just the right pressure on my prostate as he offered his final bucks. He angled himself and slammed that massive cock into me as deep as it would go, the flared head plugging my depths as his member twitched and spat stream after stream of his seed into me. The best thing about that was the tensing I felt caressing my pucker, expanding against my squeezes to trap the cum deep inside me. I could feel my own cock drooling in arousal through the end of my sheath as his warmth spread through me, the pressure milking my fluids from their depths. Despite being on bottom, I was exhausted, panting heavily as my flesh twitched and squeezed at his length to suckle every last bit of his essence from those massive balls of his. Sadly he was already growing soft, having finished by depositing a glorious mess in me. He let go of my tail and pulled out slowly, a pop and squelch emanating from between us as his deflating flare escaped me with a torrent of stallion cum. I immediately reached back and slid a couple fingers into myself to caress my now-sore hole, all while mixing in with the gooey mess he'd left there. "Alright, I got some places to be." He announced, slapping my rump and walking away, his cock dripping cum as it folded up and retreated into his sheath. He was headed to the basement, his room. "What have ya got in mind?" I asked, slowly getting up and clenching my rump shut to keep as much of his cum in me. I could feel it sloshing about, filling every fold and wrinkle in my bowels. "Will you be here for dinner?" As he made his way down the stairs, he called back up. "Probably! Why? You need another load to keep yourself happy?" I stepped up to the top of the stairs to call down. "I was gonna do linguine, meatballs, and home made marinara. Wanted to know if I should make enough for two." As I spoke, I half-concentrated on clenching my rump, still sure to keep that delicious cum from leaving me before I was ready. "Make enough for three. Might have a foxy lady over tonight if things go well at the tournament." His dresser drawers could be heard opening and closing, as he was getting dressed. I didn't hear him clean his junk off, since I knew he liked to bask in the scent of his own arousal. Of course, that meant that I'd have to deal with Ilorek's loud mating when he was with a female. Not only that, but I couldn't walk around naked when he had a guest over so I'd have to put on some shorts or something if I wanted to get involved with the socialization taking place. It would be a great opportunity for me to jokingly make comments about 'the Saff'Raldian hippogryph courting the local females', but in reality I just didn't want to participate. I had already offered him a meal, and when it came to pasta, making an extra portion took virtually no extra work, so I agreed to it. "Yeah, sure." Before he could comment, I darted back upstairs, then turned when I realized I had forgotten my breakfast sandwich on the counter. After grabbing my noms, I went back upstairs to retire to my room. My safe haven. My den. Nobody bothered me when I was alone in my room, they knew better. Downstairs, I could hear Ilorek collecting his things and heading out. I didn't know where he was going, probably some sports thing or a concert; all I cared was that he was gone and I had the apartment to myself for the next few hours before he returned. There were plenty of things to do in that spare time. First thing I did was grab a towel and lay it down on the ground between my reclining chair and computer screen, sniffing my fingers to sample the sweet earthiness of Ilorek's essence on my digits. Second thing I did was turn on my computer, eager to get out the camera and have some fun. I liked to record a bunch of my post-Ilorek play sessions, and some of them got posted on amateur sites for my friends to enjoy. I may have been on the pudgy side, but I hear my ass is wonderful and a lot of people love watching gryphon porn, especially one who's holes are so hungry. Once my system had booted up, I turned on the HD cam and angled it upward at my crotch area, then squatted down to give a good view of my tender pucker. I didn't talk in my videos, just showed what needed to be showed and posted it. From there, I turned on a light and started recording as I reached down and started playing with myself. His cum was still sloshing around inside me, and the second I plunged two fingers into myself I felt a splash against my palm to leave a gooey mess on the towel below. To me this was about pleasure first, so I curled my digits up to caress my swollen, tenderized prostate in order to coax more of my own fluids from my cock. Though the camera mostly focused on my rump end, it caught a glimmering strand of precum dribbling off the tip of my sheath to join the mounds of horse cum on the towel. After giving myself a gentle caress and rub, I pulled my fingers out and gave them a sniff, reveling in the scent that Ilorek had left in me. It's amazing what horse seed would do to me; Most of the time I was only interested in females - preferably other burds - but when it came to equines of any sort, I happily lifted tail and let them make me their mare. To me, equines are the physical embodiment of pure sexual strength, and nothing coaxes my submission out of me more than a stud would. I still preferred mares, but stallions allowed exceptions in so many ways. With Ilorek, I'd experimented with him by sucking his cock, eating him out after I fucked him, tasting his mess after he was done fucking me, and once I even tried letting him and Vaulix double team me. That last one was incredibly fun, I'd be happy to spread my legs for them again, since the sensations were unlike anything I'd felt before. Still in front of the camera, I reached my other hand down around my rump cheek to join the first one, spreading my ass lips open to reveal the deep cherry pink inside accented by the creamy white of stallion cum lightly dribbling out. As planned, I always had a toy nearby, so I grabbed my stallion dong and coated it with lube before aiming its head at my hole and squatting down on it. The camera got a nice look as my ebony-fleshed pucker swallowed every last bit of that toy, from unflared tip to base. I did let out the faintest of chirps in pleasure as the toy slid into me, but I was keen on maintaining silence. After growing comfortable, I started bouncing up and down on it, thinking about the brief but intense mounting I'd gotten from Ilorek. Sadly, the toy couldn't cum like some of the ones I owned, so I had to rely on the remnants of what my roommate had left in me for the creampie end. While still bouncing on the toy, I grabbed the head of my cock and peeled the sheath back, my fluids soaking my hand as I exposed myself. The musk of Ilorek's seed was still wafting up from between my legs, so I maintained a desire for cum; but it was only stallion cum as opposed to my own. I hated the taste of my own, or any other than Ilorek's, really. I had to resist sliding my hand up my cock length to lick at the pool that would form between thumb and forefinger. Instead, I forced the sheath fully back with a pop as the bulges of my knot emerged from its depths. Masturbating for me was easy, especially with a toy slamming my ass like the stallion dong was doing to me. All I needed to do was keep up the pressure behind the knot and gently stroke at my shaft, fingers sliding over the rib-like ridges that lined either side. The warmth and pressure mixed with the stimulation of the barbs - each one similar to the papillae of feline tongue - to put me over the top pretty quickly. After all, I'd been teased by Ilorek; I was on the verge before any toy touched me. The pleasure flowing through me from cock top to under-tail tensed everything in between, and I squeezed at the base of my know tightly while clenching around my shaft just beneath the barbed tip, further accenting the squirt of cum that erupted! My entire body shuddered in delight as I slammed my rump down on the toy, nearly swallowing all of it as I angled my cock down so the camera could see the bursts of seed pumping out the end of it. The longer I held at the base of my knot, the more pumps came out, and the more exhausted I felt. A dozen or so ejaculations, I finally felt like I could let go and finish the video. As I peeled my fingers away from myself, tiny webs of fluid traced bridges from my cock to my hand, which I unceremoniously wiped on my belly fur. After that, I shifted and pushed up off the toy as I grabbed at my cheeks, angling my rump at the last second to make it fall over as I pulled my rump open, leaving a cherry pink stallion-cum-covered gape, highlighted by the black flesh of my pucker and the creamy white of Ilorek's essence dribbling out over the base of my tail. Content, I clenched up to squeeze the last of the cum out of me - the final vestiges tickling my pucker before dripping down onto the towel - before reaching over to grab the camera and shut it off. One more success. Rather than immediately upload it or connect it to my computer, I simply closed the shutter, wiped my rump off and cleaned it of lube, and wrapped the toy up to clean it later. My legs and knees were weakened by the brisk yet intense session, and I was ready to stretch them out. The toy was covered in cum and lube, no other sorts of anal mess, so it could wait. My knot was already subsiding, shriveling to slip back into its sheath with the rest of my cock. The bits of fluids that scraped up its length pooled at my sheath tip, so I squeezed it between my fingertips and wiped it on the towel before carrying on with my day. First thing I did was take a shower and plan the following activities. Time taken in the shower often ended up to dedicating my thoughts to anything that came to mind. Though I had to get cleaned, and had some marinara to make, my mind wandered to the jealousy I had towards humans. See, as a gryphon, my body was covered in feathers and fur everywhere except my forearms, which were hard black flesh. This meant that, when showering, I had to get three different kinds of soaps: One for my furred lower half, one for my feathered upper half, and one for my rough-skinned forearms. Sure, they made types of soap that could do both, but it just wasn't the same; I preferred to treat myself by catering to each part of my body on its own. Humans, however, had only a small head of hair and skin covering the rest of their bodies. One type of soap could care for almost all of their bodies, and that meant that a shower often lasted mere minutes for a human. I, on the other wing, was often in there for upwards of an hour. Both my fur and feathers were aggressively hydrophobic, so I needed to actively work at rubbing soap into every inch of my body, then rinse off by doing the same thing again. Sure, I enjoyed the shower due to the fact I got to be left alone in the warmth and moisture, but it was a lot of work. Naturally, I spent a lot of time under my tail, cleaning myself of the last traces of lube and Ilorek both inside and out. Though the warmth and solitude of a shower was often a joy to me, that was always the best part. Well, that and cleaning sheath. After finishing up, I shook myself clean of any water or mess, then patted myself down with a towel until I was more or less dry. I did have to run a brush through my feathers and fur, but that didn't take as long since I kept my fur short and feathers adjusted themselves fairly well on their own. Now it was time for food! I had quite the project in mind, and I knew it would take many hours to prepare, simmer, and cook. Still naked, I made my way down the stairs and immediately started grabbing everything I needed to make myself some marinara, pasta, and meatballs. First up, a huge deep dish frying pan to make the sauce. In went some olive oil, chopped garlic, finely chopped onion, and my secret ingredient: Roasted Red Pepper dressing. Within seconds, the concoction was sizzling and smelling delicious. I gave it a few idle tosses and mixes with a ladle as I chopped up the next ingredient, half a red bell pepper. That got tossed in with the onion and garlic, quickly crisping up. I turned the temperature down and went onto the next step, which was the tomatoes. I had peeled and boiled them the night before, so they were nice and soft as they needed to be, so I chopped them up as well and tossed them into the pan with the existing ingredients. At this point, I was to take a few minutes to start cleaning. I may have just started, but I like to keep myself and my environment clean and tidy so I started filling the sink with some soap in there as well. As that was happening, I returned to the stewing pan of tomatoes and other ingredients. At this point it was still pretty rudimentary, lacking the deep flavors that I craved, so I went to the cupboard and grabbed a few key spices such as Salt, pepper, and some dried herbs. Another bit of prep that I'd taken care of the night before was to dehydrate my parsley, basil, orgegano, and my secret ingredient: mint. Gotta be gentle with the mint, because it gets overpowering quite quickly. After chopping up the herbs in one big pile, I sprinkled them into the mixture and did some salt and pepper grinding as well to finish it up. Most chefs would taste their concoction every step of the way, but I knew that marinara tasted terrible until it was done so there was really no point in it. Now that all the ingredients - sans the tomato paste that I would put in at the end - were all together and simmering in the pan, I went on to make the pasta. This was the part that I hated the most, since it took so long and I hated the feeling of everything sticking to my hands. Put some egg, flour, garlic powder, and onion powder in a pile, stir it up with the claws, and knead it until it was a light yellow, firm ball of pasta dough. This actually took close to half an hour and I kept stirring the marinara every step of the way to slowly boil away the extra water, reducing it to more of a thick paste. With the pasta dough done and rising, I was able to go back to the marinara to shred some solid, pure parmesan into the mixture to help thicken it and give it a bit of a bite. Next, I flattened my pasta dough in the roller, stretching it out to maximum length before cutting it into thick strands. I balled up bits of it and cut them into 20cm lengths, draping them over a pasta rack. Perfect. Good start. I'd be frying them up in a light mix of butter before tossing it with the marinara sauce. Now came the hardest part about the meal. Pasta was done being prepared, marinara was about thirty seconds worth of blending away from being done, and now all I needed to do was decide what the last bit was going to be. I could either go with the simpler recipe of meatballs, easy to roll and cook but kind of boring, or I could go with the more complicated but tastier route of doing breaded chicken parmesan. I liked chicken more than beef in this situation, but I knew that Ilorek would use it as some sort of excuse to tease me about being a 'cannibal'. I hated that. But I loved chicken, so fuck him. I put the ground beef back in the fridge and got out the chicken breasts, cutting them in half thickness-wise and tenderizing them with a mallet. I mixed up two trays, one with egg and milk, the other with a blend of seasonings and breadcrumbs. Finally, I got out a second frying pan and lightly drizzled some olive oil before coating the chicken. I dipped the meat into the egg and milk, then patted them down one by one in the bread crumb mixture before tossing them, one by one, into the pan with a satisfying sizzle. While each of the chicken breasts were turning golden brown on the outside, I pulled out a baking tray and spread some oil, then chopped up a few dozen slices of mozzarella to be divided equally across all the breaded chicken. There were eight pieces of chicken - made from four breasts - for three people plus some leftover for myself the following day at work or school. I liked doing things that way because it ensured that Everyone got well fed and I got easy food for myself when I needed it most and was too lazy to cook. Once the chicken was properly browned to a pleasant golden crisp on both sides, I tossed the meat into the pan and gently placed each and every bit of mozzarella on top of the breading, where it already started to melt. Finally, the last step short of the frying of the pasta was to blend up the marinara; I poured about two thirds of it into the blender and left the remaining third so that it would be lightly chunky in the end. I tossed the tomato paste into the blender with the rest of the ingredients and turned it on; thirty seconds later I had a perfectly thick and smooth sauce to put back in the pan with the un-blended chunky remnants of tomato. I had to use a spatula to get every last drop out, but once it was done I had a perfect pan full of delectable sauce packed with rich flavors ready for me. Problem was, it wasn't even noon yet and Ilorek wasn't due home until later that night. I had a lot of time to kill and I couldn't pre-cook the chicken in the oven; I wouldn't do that until four or five in the afternoon. The chicken was to bake for half an hour while I fried up the pasta and blended it with the sauce. While I thought about the rest of my afternoon, I cleaned up all the dishes I wasn't currently using and slid the chicken into the fridge, where it would wait until it was ready to bake. That was fine. I had lots of other things I could do in the mean time to keep myself busy. First and most prominent idea was to go back to my room and either make more videos or upload the one I already recorded, but decided I wasn't prepared for that and I couldn't be bothered. It wasn't until I thought about what day it was that I realized that it was snake feeding time! My favorite day once every two weeks! Back up to my room I went, and I pulled a couple of dead rats out of the freezer. One large for Leera, one medium for Yetzer. Ssevarine refused to eat pre-killed or thawed food, so I also had a colony of rats skittering around under my nest. I placed each of the frozen ones in a bag, and placed them both in hot water to thaw them while I went to Ssevarine's cage to remove as much of her cage ornaments as I could before exposing her. I could tell from her striking pose and rapid tongue flicks that she knew it was feeding time and she might very well mistake me for noms. With that in mind, I went back to the colony and plucked out a medium rat, holding it up by the tail as I briskly walked over to the cage. I had to be quick so it didn't curl up and bite me before I tossed him in by Ssevarine's water bowl. The rat curiously sniffed around for only a few seconds before Ssevarine struck, constricting tight between a few coils as the rats final sounds squeaked out in horror. Poor thing. The one thing I hated about having pet snakes was that Ssevarine refused pre-killed food and I had to watch and listen to them suffer in their final moments before being snake food. Leera and Yetzer, on the other hand, would eat anything I presented them. I didn't even need to fully heat the rats for Yetzer before he would take them. I took out his medium thawed meal and dangled it about 10cm in front of his hide; within seconds he was poking his head out and flicking his tongue at it. In one rapid strike, he had the rat and had already pulled it into his wooden hide with him, never to be seen again! Leera was equally as easy but not quite as ravenous. I had to pull her hide out of her tank before presenting the rat to her. I held it close to her by its tail and hind legs, wiggling a bit to simulate movement. She glanced at me sideways as if she were asking permission before lightly reaching out and grabbing it rather than striking, followed by an equally snug constriction. Super cute how gentle she was with her meals. All three of my snakes had their meals. I saw Ssevarine had begun swallowing hers, Yetzer was hidden in his hide but he never failed to eat so I wasn't worried, and Leera was equally as thorough but took a lot longer. All three had taken their meals with ease, so I decided it was time to move on to what was next. Problem was, I had no idea what was next. For once, I wasn't in the mood to pleasure myself so that just wasn't an option. I was about to give in and spend the rest of my day at the computer when I got a cellphone notification from Ilorek. "Finished early. Will be home in about an hour. Hope lunch is ready." The message read. when I looked, I saw that it had actually been sent half an hour prior and that he would be home in half that time. Perfect. That's how long the chicken would take to bake. First thing's first, however, was to put some clothes on. Ilorek was having a guest, and I wasn't going to be serving her in the fur only. My choice of garment was a loose-fitting pair of athletic shorts and a button up T-shirt open at the front. Simple enough, fulfilled my social obligations without getting uncomfortable, and looked pretty good, too. Trying to wrap the back of the shirt around my wings was a pain in the tail, but I was flexible enough to do so without any aid. another reason I had seriously considered getting them amputated. Now dressed, I darted down the stairs and turned the oven on. As it was heating up, I poured some of the marinara over the chicken breasts, smothering both meat and cheese so it would melt into a delicious concoction. Finally, I got out a wok and drizzled some hot chili oil into it, ready to put the finishing touches on the meal. I made my leftover serving first, tossing a full handful of noodles into the wok and cooking it in some marinara. This helped to infuse the noodles themselves with the flavor of the sauce while also helping the sauce stick to the noodles. Once cooked, I tossed the serving into a pyrex container to save it for later; I would put a couple pieces of chicken in there with it when it was done baking. I rinsed the wok free of the spicy oil because I didn't know if Ilorek's guest would like a kick in the beak as much as I did. While I waited for them to come home, I cleaned the remainder of the dishes and swept the floor. I kept an eye on the clock and waited until there was a mere ten minutes left before his scheduled return. I used that time to cut a couple loaves of bread and spread some garlic butter on them before sprinkling a blend of mozza, cheddar, and the faintest bit of gouda on top. After cranking the oven up to broil, I tossed the second serving of pasta into the wok and cooked it up for Ilorek. His finished quickly, so I used some tongs to place it on the plate and make it look pretty. Next up was my dinner serving, which I cooked in the same normal oil I used to cook Ilorek's. Midway through tossing the noodles, a ding went off that told me that the cheesy garlic bread was done. Delicious. I brought it out, shut the broil off, and let the chicken rest for the final few minutes. With two servings complete, I put the guest's in the wok and pulled out the chicken, offering up two pieces for me and two pieces for Ilorek, with the last two pieces on an empty plate. Before I could put the final finishing touches on the servings, I heard the front door open. "He makes the best pasta, you're going to love it." I heard Ilorek say, boasting about my skills. "He's likely been slaving away over the stove all day." I poked my head out past the fridge to get a good look at Ilorek and his guest. She was a rather short little fox with golden fur underneath a tight blue and white tank top and a short black skirt. She had a very punky look to her, which made my loins stir a bit even if I didn't dare 'steal' her from Ilorek. "Hey! Lunch is just about ready, should be another five minutes or so. Wait int he living room and I'll serve ya both." I looked up to Ilorek to see if he'd introduce me. "This here's Ceylon. Our resident cook. I think he's making us some spaghetti and meatballs." "Chicken parmesan." I corrected, dreading his inevitable retort. "Oh, right. Okay, this is Cannibal Ceylon, he's serving us his brothers and sisters. And Ceylon, this here's Maria Rook, but we just call her rook." Ilorek couldn't resist making a cannibal joke, but at least he introduced us. "Hey." She said with a brisk wave. She didn't seem like the most chipper of vixens, but that was fine; I liked more subdued company. "How are ya?" I chirped at her, smiling. "Having a great day, to be honest. The marinara has been-" I paused mid sentence and went back to the stove to make sure her pasta didn't burn. "Just a sec, food's cookin." As I tossed the pasta for the final time, , I grabbed it out of the pan with the tongs and put it on Rook's plate. All three were on the counter, steaming and smelling delicious. The final steps involved me grating some parmesan on top of the fried noodles, then placing a single dried parsley twig on the side, as if it was growing from between the two pieces of chicken. I didn't put the bread on the plates, instead I cut each loaf in quarters and put it on its own plate. Just as I was arranging each plate, Rook stepped into the kitchen. "Smells real good. Tell me, did you make it all yourself?" She leaned in, sniffing at the air as her tail lightly wagged. Ilorek stepped up behind her and gave her rump a gentle squeeze, his height dwarfing her by a full meter. My response was delayed a bit by my distraction thanks to his lewd action, but I answered. "Yeah, every bit of it. Made the sauce myself, breaded the chicken myself, and made the noodles from scratch. Really happy with how it turned out." My chest feathers stood on end as I postured for her, showing off my skills. The kind of skills that made me shocked that I was single. "Good for you! I love some good home made food." She complimented, then turned to Ilorek and lightly smacked him on the chest. "Why aren't you cooking for me? You're the one trying so hard to get me!" "I don't need to cook! I've got other ways to keep you satisfied!" He winked and leaned in close, pressing his hips to her chest so she felt exactly what he was talking about. She giggled a bit and bit at his belly before pushing him away. "Oh stop it you, thinking you can get away with anything just because you're a stallion." She then turned and looked back over to me and blushed a bit. "And I'm pretty sure your roommate here doesn't appreciate you flaunting what you've got." I shrugged and rolled my eyes before turning to grab their plates. "It's fine, I know where my strengths lie. Anyway, go sit in the living room, I'll give you your meal." I shooed them away and urged the two of them to make it to our common room, where a massive television was set up with three rows of reclining couches and chairs were set up. Three, four, and five in front, middle, and back rows for maximum viewing on the TV; it was a veritable theater experience, with the front row just being one big couch for sharing. The two of them flopped down on the front row couch together, with her cuddling up into him as I gave them their plates each on a cutting board for ideal control. Both had a single piece of garlic bread on the side, with a fork, knife, and spoon for their eating desires; I had no idea If Rook was the sort to coil the noodles with fork and spoon, or the type to cut it and scoop it with a knife and fork. Either way, they were covered. I headed back to the kitchen to get my plate and a massive cup of ice water before joining them. The discussion regarding what movie to watch was short, as Rook instantly requested something with a lot of action and Ilorek didn't care what was on as long as he got a piece of ass afterwards. I chose a war movie about a pacifist medic who refused to shoot a gun, yet ended up getting shot and hospitalized in an infirmary tent where a romance blossomed between him and a nurse that cared for him. Figured I'd play wingman, because I heard the ending was pretty romantic. I sat at the far right of the back row, eating my meal on my own while the two of them giggled and cuddled and shared with each other; I couldn't tell for certain, but I was pretty sure that she was rubbing him between the legs to get him excited the whole time. I didn't bother interrupting them because I was always happy for Ilorek when he had a guest over, and I knew that he'd play wingman for me if I ever brought a mare or hen over of my own. It rarely ever came up, but if it did I knew he had my tail. The movie was actually better than expected, with a deeper and more nuanced main character than any of the trailers had indicated. The romance was quite effective, and the war scenes were far more intense than I'd anticipated. For the entire duration of the meal, I was transfixed on the screen, wholly invested in the plight of the hero and heroine. As the credits rolled, I grabbed my plat and went around to their spot to get their plates as well only to see that Rook was straddling Ilorek, the two of them locked in a kiss as she was grinding down on him. Typical, but I couldn't blame her; as the victim of that same stallion earlier in the day, I understood the appeal. I took their plates off the couch and headed back to the kitchen to start doing the dishes, only to have them both slip by me and head to Ilorek's basement apartment. The entire time I cleaned dishes I could hear the rhythmic moaning and slamming as the two had their fun. Turns out, Rook was quite the howler when she was truly enjoying herself. I knew this was a turn-on for Ilorek since I was always so quiet and he was constantly berating me for my silence during our trysts. As I cleaned, I noted that he was actually lasting a lot longer than he usually did. Ilorek often lasted only three to five minutes, tops, but this time he was still going strong fifteen minutes of intense bucking later; the king of aggressive mating I could feel in my toes as he slammed his bed frame into the wall. Honestly, it started to get a little exhausting just listening to it. They both finished about he same time I finished cleaning the sink full of dishes, and came up the stairs as the water was draining and I was drying my hands. Rook was adjusting her dress and Ilorek had only a kilt around his waist and a towel draped over his shoulder. "I'm going to have a shower. Care to join me?" Ilorek asked, pointing towards the stairs. "Naw, no need. You did all the work and got all sweaty, and I prefer only to shower at my place." She explained with a shake of her head. "But you go ahead. I'll be ready before we go out, alright?" "Sounds good." Ilorek lightly nodded and headed up the stairs, turning the shower on a few seconds later. I intended to head upstairs as well since I had finished cleaning up, but Rook stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?" She asked, pressing a finger into my chest plumage as she looked up into my eyes. I'm usually pretty dense, but it was clear she was giving me a flirty look. "I was planning on heading up to my room, actually. Did you have other plans for me?" I cocked my head to the side and lowered one ear, playing stupid. "As a matter of fact, I did!" She grabbed at my feathers and pulled me into the theater room with her hips grinding against my sheath. I could smell the light scent of Ilorek's essence wafting up between us. "I hear you're quite gifted, and I was wondering how a gryphon measures up to a hippogryph." Part of me wanted to push her away, to tell her it was uncouth to go for me after just having fooled around with my roommate, but neither Ilorek nor I thought that way. She wasn't dating Ilorek so it wasn't like she was cheating, and both of us had no problem sharing if the opportunity arose. In the end, it's her body and her decision. And my cock. She seemed keen on seeing what I was packing under those shorts. "Well it depends on what you mean by gifted." I explained, slowly backing into the wall with her pushing against me. I could feel her other hand squeezing my knot through my sheath so I knew she was aware of what she was doing. Before asking permission, she pulled at the string around my waist band and peeled my shorts down, exposing my sheath tip. "Well, by gifted I mean you must be quite well endowed, with a gryphon knot. I'm a vixen, I'm sure you know I'm more into knots than thrusts. Ilorek's got one, but it's not quite the same." While she spoke, she touched fingertip to thumb and peeled back my sheath, exposing my cock tip. I gulped a bit, not sure if I should go with it or not; I wasn't worried about judgement, but I tended to be a bit more shy and bashful with the ladies than I was with the gentlemen in my life, so the thought of having Ilorek come down the stairs to see me enjoying his sloppy seconds made me a little wary. Still, she was forthright and eager, so it was hard to say no. "Well you're not wrong, I can tie with the best of them. Just-" She cut me off by rubbing down my belly, forcing sheath back to expose every bit of my glistening cock and knot. "Why do you have to keep talking? Pretend this is one of your videos, just fuck me and don't worry about anything else." Now that I was fully exposed, she grabbed at the base of my knot and gave a gentle tug, coaxing a throbbing spurt of precum out my tip. How did she know about my videos? Did she follow me on one of the places I posted? Is that how she knew I was well endowed? I certainly didn't think Ilorek would go on about my endowments while he was mating with her, so that certainly wouldn't make sense. In that case, I just decided to go with it. After taking a deep breath and shrugging, I glanced at the stairs to make sure Ilorek still wasn't coming and perked my ear to hear the shower. I had an hour or so, knowing him. "Well alright, I can't say no to a sexy vixen." I leaned into her and pushed her back onto the couch, nuzzling into her neck and using the hook of my beak to lightly preen at her fur. Rook fell back and spread her legs, one hand tugging at my knot while the other gently caressed my cock tip, mixing my fluids into her fingertips and using them to stroke up and down my length. "That's a bit more like it." She complimented into my ear, a growling purr emanating from her chest as she lifted up her skirt and slipped a couple fingers into herself, still holding onto my knot with palm and fingers curled around the bottom lobes. As I pulled back, I saw that she was drooling thick and slimy hippogryph cum over her rump and tail; Ilorek finished in her and she hadn't cleaned it out or anything. Maybe that's what he meant by inviting her to share the shower. I was torn between what sort of fun I could have with this. The faint yet earthy-sweet scent of cum was powerful to me, as Ilorek's essence had grown to be a trigger with my own arousal in the years we'd been together, and I wanted to taste it again. But I also didn't want to waste an opportunity to use it as lubricant. Her fingers were still wrapped around my knot and were lightly tuging as I grabbed the top lobes with my free hand to guide myself against her pussy lips. I smeared my own barbed cock tip up and down from her rump to her clit, barbs gently catching her flesh as I smeared the gooey hippogryph cum all over her loins. The gentle agitation of the mess made the smell intensify, and I couldn't hold back for long. In one motion I leaned into her, forcing my textured cock length into her depths. My beak shuddered in a light gasp as I felt her pussy swallow me up. Her flesh had been tenderized by Ilorek so she felt snug yet loose at the same time; her temperature was hot to the touch, which tickled me just right. I couldn't help but roll me eyes and loll out my tongue a bit before I felt her tugging on me again, thrusting my member in and out of her. I snapped out of my temporary daze to chuckle at myself. "Sorry." I apologized. "Won't happen again." I leaned over her and lifted one leg up onto the couch, talons digging into the claw-resistant fabric as I started to buck into her. She wanted to feel me, so I got really rough really quickly, slapping my knot lobes against her tender flesh with bits of hippogryph cum splashing out in every direction, soaking us both and dotting our fur from thigh to belly. In response, she finally let go of me and started writhing in place, biting her tongue as she grabbed at the back rest. I could tell she was trying to squeeze her pussy tight around my cock, but Ilorek had done a number on her to the point where all she could muster was a faint twitch followed by a deep shudder as her walls quivered. Cute, but it didn't stop me from going even harder. My every motion was met with a faint whine as she buried her snout in between the cushions, and I quickly came to realize she was deliberately muffling her vocalizations. The reason behind her sudden desire for silence after being so loud with Ilorek was not known by me, but it only urged me to go harder and go faster. With my new goal in mind, I wrapped both hands around her upper thighs, lifted her up, and started slamming into her as an instinctive hiss came from my beak. I attacked her time and time again, my knot a bludgeoning weapon that continued to pulverize her pussy flesh as my vigor rocked the couch back and forth over the hard wood floors. I could feel the softness of her walls squeezing and tugging against my barbs as more of Ilorek's seed sloshed around inside her, mixing with my own precum to form a juicy concoction that allowed my length to slide in and out with ease. She tried to reach down and grab at my cock and pull at the knot, so I leaned in and started grinding against her, hips nearly touching with my knot lobes bulging out between us. I could feel her passage widen in an attempt to swallow me up, but I was still a little too thick for her so I pulled back to give another deep thrust and slam my knot against her. Still, I didn't pop in. "Come here." I growled, pulling her even closer with her rump up and tail wagging between my legs. The tickle of her fur caressing my balls was nice, but I had grown far too carnal and aggressive to pause and appreciate it. I tensed my pelvic muscles to accentuate the lobes and ridges of my cock before slamming her so hard that the couch scooted back into the chairs behind it and I nearly lost my grip on the floor with my one foot. I dug my talons into her hips to hold her in place as I forced myself into her as best I could. I watched intently to see if she was in pain; I had no interest in hurting her, but she seemed to want the knot so I was willing to give it to her. I could see she was shuddering a bit, bordering on a whimper as she bit her lip and grinded back against me. Her gyrations shifted her lips around the edges of my knot like a snake devouring a meal, shuffling from side to side while slowly enveloping its meal. Then, as her walls quivered and released just enough, the first two lobes burst into her followed by the final four all at once as the increase in pressure forced a spurt of fluid out against my balls. The sudden lurch of motion tripped me up and I fell on top of Rook, her lips swallowing and closing around the base of my knot to hold me in place. I curled my toes as I felt the pressure build, her knot-lock clenching tight as my bulges expanded to full girth inside her. The sensation of having her flesh stretch taut against me was oddly satisfying, even as I kept twitching in micro-thrusts into her. Every motion shifted me inside her, releasing another tiny spurt of mess to dangle down onto my balls. "That's what I was looking for." She said, idly pulling her fingers from around the base of my knot to rub her clit. "Glad we could do this." Inside, my cock tip was sloshing around the combined fluids of her lubricants, my precum, and Ilorek's cum, lightly caressing her walls as more of my own pre-seed prepared her. I hadn't cum yet, but every passing second of having her loins wrapped around mine and tugging made my heart flutter and my member throb. I could feel that my balls were on the verge of blasting my own seed into hers to join Ilorek's, and I didn't bother to hold back. As I gripped her hips, I could feel the bulge of my knot pressing out against my thumbs through her lower abdomen. She was quite a bit smaller so I was actually a little bit worried for her - or at least I would have been if I wasn't on the verge of exploding into her cunt. With one final toss of my head, my feathers stood on end and I slammed into her, cock throbbing and spewing a mess of my own seed into her depths. As I felt my life and energy drain from me, she rolled over onto her side and flipped around so that she was on her knees on the couch. Her motions twisted my cock inside her until her lips loosened just enough to let my knot spin around, adjusting itself to be comfortable. I grabbed at her tail and got a good look down at her vulva holding onto the base of my member; the view of her skin stretched tight with the subtle shapes of my knot lobes shifting inside was enough to make my loins tense again, shooting another gooey strand into her. The extra pressure made her lean forward while clenching, her walls tugging on my member and pumping more out of me. At this point I was thinking that we'd be locked together for at least half an hour, and we'd be fine since Ilorek was in the shower and she had been quiet, but I was wrong. As she leaned over, she gently wagged her hind end from side to side as she glanced over her shoulder back up at me; all at once, she relaxed herself and my knot popped out with ease, smothered in our blended fluids and dripping with three kinds of cum. Just then, Rook started to crawl off the side of the couch before looking back. It was Ilorek, standing tall and naked aside from the towel he was using to dry his neck feathers, likely having come down during my climax while I was distracted. His cock was dangling down to his knees and swinging gently. Without missing a beat, Rook made a yiff sound at him, "Wanna join?" I could tell by the look in his eyes that he did, even if I had no idea who he was mounting this time since he'd had us both that day. Good day.
Doggy Do (CYOA) by Icanade	#1 of Doggy Do (CYOA) Jeff is taking care of his neighbor's house while they're away and finds quite a few toys to use so he figures he might as take a few for a spin. - Jeff cracked open his third beer as he kicked his legs up onto the table and turned on the TV. The wolf was taking care of one of	[ "Bondage", "CYOA", "Dog sitting", "Dogsitting", "M/solo", "Sex", "Sex toy", "Stuck", "Trapped", "Wolf", "inflatable", "sextoy" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148737-doggy-do-cyoa	Jeff cracked open his third beer as he kicked his legs up onto the table and turned on the TV. The wolf was taking care of one of his rich neighbor's houses and their 3 dogs while they were away for a few days. The job offer had been short notice, but it was an offer he couldn't refuse. He had full reign of the house, access to the kitchen and was being paid to do it, there wasn't much more he could ask for. And sure the dogs were a little rambunctious, but they were easy enough to control. The only weird thing about the whole situation was that the owners seemed to be quite the kinky bunch since when he familiarized himself with the house he found all sorts of sex toys littering the halls. But he didn't let it bother him; he didn't really care what the rich couple did in their free time. Although that isn't to say it wasn't a little weird to him, especially since there was a large inflatable canine sitting in the corner of the room. He assumed it was for the dogs to use, but he hadn't seen them even get close to it over the past few days so he was starting to think it was just a joke item or maybe the owners just put it there to fuck with him since it looked like a wolf which had a striking resemblance to Jeff, although appearing to be female. However now that he was a bit buzzed he couldn't seem to get the thing off his mind, and it didn't help that he was already horny since his girlfriend was out of town, so he hadn't gotten off properly for a few weeks. And being so horny he found his mind constantly drifting back to the toy staring at him with its painted on smile. After a few minutes he shut off the television and went over to inspect the ridiculous sex toy. By the time he had reached the toy he had already removed his pants and was stroking his erection. Now that he was right next to it he could see that the inflatable had a few extra accessories adorning it. In its mouth was an oversized bone gag although there was a hole in the center so one could use the hole and on each of its legs were black bands that seemed to provide handholds. Further, the tail seemed to be held upright by a leather rope connecting it to a collar around the neck of the inflatable which read "Doggy Bitch". Now that he was finally up close he was beginning to have second thoughts. The idea of having sex with an inflatable wolf was embarrassing and weird to him, and he couldn't imagine what his girlfriend would think if she were to find out, but he tried to brush those thoughts away since it wasn't like anyone would find out since he'd just clean it afterwards. So with that decided he got behind the inflatable wolf and began to prod at the faux pussy. The fake female hole was surprisingly realistic looking and it felt almost like the real deal as he poked it, finding that his finger slid right in without any resistance. At this point Jeff was actually pretty excited since he could only imagine what it would feel like, so he quickly got himself into position behind it and lined his needy shaft with the faux pussy. He took a deep breath and then began to guide himself in, letting out an audible sigh as he sank into the tight latex hole. The feeling was incredible, it felt as if he was inside a real woman and although it was a bit cold to start after a minute of use it was warmed up. Knowing that no one was watching he decided to take his time, intentionally stopping himself whenever he got close to finishing. But in between one of his resting periods he noticed a red light coming from the table in the middle of the room. Taking a few seconds to look at it he finally noticed that there was a camera on the table, which he had originally assumed, was a paperweight. Jeff immediately started to panic as he realized that he was being recorded so he tried to get up and turn it off. But what he tried to get up he found that one of his arms was trapped, the black band having wrapped around his wrist, holding it firmly against the latex toy.
A random scene con. by the_eroi_bunny	Another scene!! I have written this scene long ago but I was too busy to fix the grammar and stuff. However, here it is. :) - The night had come. A curtain light shine through the window where a bunny sat in front of a desk. There was a paper with an envelope beside it on the desk. The bunny looked	[ "Bunny", "Dark", "Farewell" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144615-a-random-scene-con	The night had come. A curtain light shine through the window where a bunny sat in front of a desk. There was a paper with an envelope beside it on the desk. The bunny looked at the paper for a second, then wrote Dear Parents: This is the last letter from me, Jake Law. First, I must say thanks to both of you for the years that spent on me, however, I am "grow up" now. Through the years living both of you, I realize what's the true meaning of "grow up", and now whatever I am doing I making money. I will bring money as I promised, but I will never come back again, I WILL NOT COME BACK AGAIN PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO FIND ME. This is farewell for forever. A great person, to this family, huh? Bless, Jake Law Jake read it once again, he then folded it and put it into the envelope. For a moment, he felt pain in his heart, yet, it came with victory and relieve. 'There must be a sacrifice to move on.' He told himself. He had had enough. He waited this moment so long that he couldn't remember since when I had such thought.
From the Depths He Comes by dragonien	A short little scribble i did to at least keep my writing skills from getting too rusty. A quick little thing of a certain giant red dragon acting all sea monster like, coming out of the ocean to pick up gnarl (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/gnarl) for a date. <3 - From the Depths He Comes	[ "Date", "Macro", "Micro", "Monster", "Swimsuit" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146115-from-the-depths-he-comes	From the Depths He Comes Dozens of people had flocked to the local abrasion coast to enjoy the evening's sunset, just like they did every day. Basking in the beautiful scenery of the sheer cliff face that led down to the crashing ocean waves below. It was a perfect vista to look out across the endless expanse of blue sea and watch where the boarder of the horizon met the sky, where the setting sun had set the sky ablaze with the brilliant orange lights of coming dusk. The brisk ocean air, filled with the salty scent of the sea mixed with the view made it a perfect spot for couples to come for a romantic evening, or even just the casual passerby to stop and admire nature. It had even become a tourist spot, of sorts. The old lighthouse on the edge of the cliff acting as a landmark that drew people in to the viewing vistas that had been set up on the edge of the cliff, coin operated telescopes set up for anyone to look out across the sea for passing ships or the occasional surfacing porpoise. Most of the people there were locals, who knew the scenery well enough that they came by simply to enjoy the atmosphere rather than hoping to see some interesting spectacle worthy of posting to their snapchat or twitter. Imagine their surprise and amusement when they saw the waves starting to get choppy, and a froth of seawater beginning a few hundred yards from the base of the cliff. The more ocean-savy people present realized it was unusual as there was barely a breeze, nothing worthy of causing such rolling waves as were now beginning to crash against the base of the cliff below. Perhaps a small whale or orca had swam too close to shore, and had to near the surface to take a breath. A couple of the more imaginative and hopeful tourists already had their phones out, ready to snap pictures of the incoming spontaneous sea world show they were hoping for. What they got instead was an ebony spike jutting its way from the water at a nearly 45 degree angle. In fact, there were two of them, spaced a few yards apart. Beneath the surface of the water, between the two offending ebony spires, they could see the water taking on a darker tinted color from whatever was between the two objects near the surface. A couple of the locals felt a tiny twinge of nervousness seep through them when they realized whatever it was, was coming towards the cliff. The real panic began when the object abruptly broke the surface of the water, revealing itself to be a head. Specifically, a Draconic head with deep blue eyes and black hair matted down to the top of its head from being soaking wet. Shortly after breaking the surface of the water the head's lips pulled back into a grin, hints of fang showing around the edges of its lips where the lips parted. None of this would normally be too unusual, considering how many people loved to cliff dive in the 'safer' areas further down the coast and swam all along the cliff face. What made everyone on the cliff stare in a varying mixture of confusion, amazement and fear was not that it was just the head of some dragon swimming in the ocean. It was that the head was the size of a small boat, itself. As the massive head moved closer towards the cliff, more of the dragon's body surfaced from the water. First came the thick neck attaching the head to an athletically muscled torso with broad shoulders. The sight of the dragon nearing the cliff, and not seeming to be bobbing up and down like you would expect of someone treading water and slowly making their way forward further unnerved several of the seemingly frozen onlookers. It meant the dragon wasn't swimming. He was just walking, the same way that you might in a pool as you made your way towards the shallow end. Somehow that fact helped drive home the unnaturally massive size of the dragon as he waded his way towards the cliff. Many of those present started backing away from the railing along the edge of the cliff, a few even finding their senses and turning to simply run away. It only took about a minute since the dragon's head emerged for him to come within arm's reach of the cliff. For the couple of people brave enough to still be somewhat near enough the cliff's edge to see over it they could see that right up against the cliff, the dragon was only about knee deep in the water, oddly enough dressed in a pair of blue and green printed swim trunks blown up to an absurd size to fit someone as large as him. Standing almost right up against the cliff his body from the mid chest up towered over the edge of it, leaving the massive dragon looking down at the collected masses of stunned onlookers. Some of them were familiar enough with the cliff to know it was about a 50 foot drop down to the water below, meaning that the dragon had to be somewhere in the ballpark of 100 foot tall. One of the beast's massive hands reached out and gripped the edge of the cliff as if to steady himself. Fingers roughly as thick around as telephone poles crashed down onto the reinforced cast iron railing lining the cliff, smashing it down into the ground as if it were made of little more than aluminum foil. The other hand reached up to comb the dragon's fingers through his massive locks of hair, sending cascades of salty water crashing down his back and shoulders as his digits squeezed some of the water from his locks. His eyes slid closed and head tilted backwards to keep the water from running into his eyes. It was the same action any of them would have taken after surfacing from the water to push their soaking wet hair back away from their face and eyes. Though seeing hundreds of gallons of water crashing down out of his hair in the process made the difference in magnitude readily apparent to everyone there. When the dragon's head lowered back down his eyes opened and scanned the assembled, stunned crowd. His lips curled further backwards into a yet wider grin that showed more of his enormous fangs. That sent a few more of the people still there scrambling back for their cars. It was only when the dragon's gaze locked on one person in particular that the masses noticed something out of place. There was still one person near the railing. The oddly colored feline was still leaning against the railing, face to pectoral with the monstrous dragon before them. And, unlike the rest of the assembled masses, the feline didn't look scared at all. If anything he looked amused, with the way his tail flicked softly back and forth behind him and his smirk showed with how his head tilted almost straight up to look at the dragon overhead. "There you are." The dragon rumbled His voice was like a rumble of thunder, comparable to when you see people driving down the road with their car stereo's volume and bass turned up way too loud. His words were as forceful as they were loud, each syllable creating a noticeable vibration in both the air around them and ground beneath them, resonating in some of the nearby lighthouse windows and frames of parked cars. A few of those listening fell back on their asses, scooting themselves further away. Though it wasn't certain whether they were trying to put distance between the volume of the voice and themselves, or if they were just that much more scared to see this gigantic monster could speak. The hand the giant had on the edge of the cliff tightened its grip, visible cracks splitting open along the rocky ground beneath his fingers. Slowly his body began to lower, more and more of his chest disappearing past the edge of the cliff as he crouched down until his chin was level with the top of the cliff, muzzle directly in front of the single feline who seemed unphased by the giant's presence. Then, of all the impossible things that could have happened with this already impossible creature, the dragon leaned in... And kissed the feline. Kiss being a relative word, given their disproportionate sizes. It was more like the dragon's muzzle leaned forward and the two broad curls of flesh for his lips pressed against the upper portion of the feline that stood up over the edge of the railing. They could hear the brief sucking sound of a kiss, and actually saw the feline lifted an inch or so off the ground as that momentary suction against his torso became enough to support his entire weight. The green and black striped feline returned the affection in kind by spreading his arms wide in a clear attempt to hug the enormous muzzle in front of him, despite it's width being wider than his entire arm span. When the two parted their awkward and disproportionate show of affection the dragon began to stand himself back up straight once more. Again his broad pectorals towered over the edge of the cliff, blocking out a good portion of the setting sun's light. The hand that rested on the edge of the cliff slowly turned itself over, now facing palm up as if invitingly to the green and black furred Cheshire cat. Said cat happily obliged the unspoken invite, and quickly climbed his way onto the offered organic platform. One of the dragon's fingers curled inwards, giving the cat something to hold onto as the dragon lifted him up off the cliff effortlessly, and deposited the cat onto his left shoulder. Immediately the feline gripped against the side of the dragon's massive neck, one arm wrapping some of the dragon's locks of hair around his wrist as if some kind of a support grip in case he were to fall. He acted like he knew exactly how to handle himself in such a situation. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" The dragon's voice rumbled out once more. He couldn't turn his head all the way without knocking the cat from his shoulder, but it tipped towards him enough to signify he was speaking to the cat specifically. "Well. You've already got all these toys here waiting for you, why not start there and just see where the evening goes?" The cat replied, glancing over at the collected people before the dragon. When the dragon's lips spread in a wicked, almost predatory grin to match that the cat had also adopted, it finally seemed to snap those still standing around into action as they realized their predicament. As the massive dragon began to climb his way up the side of the cliff, like you might over a brick wall, those that had still been around watching the spectacle all turned and began to run, which was fine for both Dragonien and Gnarl. They enjoyed the chase.
A New Woman by Jeeves	A shy mouse undergoes a transformative spa treatment, and discovers a whole new person buried deep inside herself. <3 - This commission was written for SHM128III. It contains massage based transformation and sexual acts involving consenting adult females. :3 A New Woman Melanie gave a soft,	[ "Border Collie", "Cum", "F/F", "Magic", "Massage", "Mouse", "Orgasm", "Shapeshifting", "Snow Leopard", "Transformation" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152423-a-new-woman	This commission was written for SHM128III. It contains massage based transformation and sexual acts involving consenting adult females. :3 A New Woman Melanie gave a soft, bashful squeak as she caught sight of her reflection in one of the mirrors that were positioned up and down the length of the Spa complex's corridors. Immediately she adjusted her glasses, and ran a nervous hand through her long, hazel brown hair. Her gaze turned away from the fancily decorated walls and towards the figure walking in front of her, a tall, curvaceous giraffe whose entire body radiated grace, beauty, and the sort of finely honed attention to detail that seemed to exude from every single member of staff and client whom Melanie had witnessed since arriving at the spa. Everyone, that is, except for herself. As if sensing her nervousness, the giraffe's head turned upon her long neck, glancing back over her shoulder and down to the meek little mouse with a comforting smile. Not a look of pity, per se, but one that bored into Melanie and made her want to curl up in a ball of shame nonetheless. She hated it when people looked at her, because she knew what they saw would inevitably disappoint. After all, she was never happy with herself... so how the heck could anyone else possibly be? "Miss Brown? Melanie... please try to relax. We're here to make you feel better. To bring out your inner beauty. I'm not judging. I'm not... anything. All I want, all any of us here want is to make you happy." Melanie whimpered, too humiliated as she realised that the giraffe knew exactly what she was thinking to even wonder how the staff member could have got it so spot on. She'd only met her a handful of minutes ago, to escort her to the massage room where she was to have her treatment. Yet somehow, the giraffe seemed to know exactly how she was feeling. Was it so obvious, really? Written all over her face? Or had the spa worker just seen so many women exactly like her... so obviously out of their league in a place like this, that such a line would always work? In reality though the mouse barely gave any thought in that regard. All she did, all she could ever do, was exactly what she always did when people recognised that she was nervous and uncomfortable. "I... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry..." The giraffe frowned, and sighed, then turned back and continued to lead the mouse to her destination in silence. Melanie stared at the floor in horror. Less than five minutes, and she'd already managed to drive this lovely and oh so pretty woman away from her. Maybe this was all a mistake. She knew that the spa day was a gift from her friends, and that they really did believe it would do her good. But this just wasn't her kind of place. She didn't deserve it. She wouldn't be worthy of any of the treatments it had to offer, and even if she went through with it, it wasn't like they had a lot to work with after all. So... was there even any point, really? Maybe she could just go home. Go home and spend this day off doing... well, nothing. Precisely what she was best at. It took less than another minute for Melanie and her giraffe guide to arrive at the room into which Melanie was booked. The giraffe held it open for the mouse, who whimpered, too embarrassed to say thank you, but that she'd actually changed her mind about the treatment, and walked silently through the door with her cheeks flushed and eyes boring into the ground between her feet. Once inside the giraffe passed by her again, and hurried over to the other side of the room to talk to the other figure waiting there. The masseuse, a beaming border collie in pastel pink attire and with streaks of cobalt blue running through her dark hair, greeted the giraffe warmly. Her smile faded slightly as the taller woman leaned down and murmured something to her, and as they both glanced towards Melanie where she stood silently waiting, the mouse wished that the ground could swallow her up right then and there. There was no denying, no hiding that they were talking about her. How much of a waste of time it was going to be to work with her. How hopeless and helpless she was. The giraffe departed soon after, and Melanie stood perfectly still, frozen in place by her shame as the collie approached. She squeaked, and gave a nervous whimper when a warm hand fell upon one of her shoulders, and then, to her surprise, the crook of a single finger caressed the underside of her chin. The mouse's gaze was drawn upward by the other woman's tender touch, and she found herself staring through her glasses into a pair of deep green eyes that seemed to radiate warmth and confidence enough to permeate even her near total lack of self-esteem and find a glimmer of hope. "Congratulations, Melanie. You've won an upgrade to your treatment." Squeaking in shock, the mouse's eyes widened behind her glasses. "I... I... w-what? But, I didn't enter any competitions. You don't have to..." The collie cut her off, not rudely or dismissively, but with a smile so generous and kindly that it struck the younger, smaller woman absolutely dumb. "Oh don't worry about that. There's no mistake. And there's no problem. Trust me, you'll want to take this deal. It's our most comprehensive massage package... it'll make you feel like a whole new woman." Melanie wanted to protest, to say that it wasn't worth it. It would be better served going to someone more... well, someone just... y'know, else. Anyone else, who could actually benefit from it, rather than her. But thanks to the very same lack of confidence that allowed her to believe with absolute certainty that such a massage would do her no good whatsoever, she was unable to make that clear to the collie. Unable to do anything in fact as the taller canine took her by the hand, smiled at her once again, and began to lead her over to the comfortably padded massage table set into the centre of this beautifully decorated room. The mouse squeaked and shivered as without a word, slowly and respectfully, but obviously forward in her actions, the masseuse began to unfasten the robe wrapped around Melanie's lithe little body. Her cheeks flushed as she saw the collie smiling at her all the while, watching her face for the slightest sign of discomfort. Of course, it was written all over her that she wasn't comfortable with any of this, but not in any regard to consent. Of all that was happening right now, having another woman taking off her clothes was certainly the least expected of all outcomes, but by no means the least favourable. It was the reason why her robe was being taken off, the fact that she was going to have this massage utterly wasted upon her eternally tense and nervously wound up body, that bothered Melanie so intensely. That, and the knowledge that when the collie finally did manage to get her robe off, and looked upon her naked form, she would inevitably see disappointment register across the far more beautiful woman's beaming face. Only... that disappointment never came. As her robe was pulled away from her and Melanie stood with her hands cupped in front of her crotch with a bashful little squeal, she saw the dog's eyes roam across her figure with the keen gaze of a professional who had seen hundreds, if not thousands of bodies of all shapes and sizes. She saw the masseuse account for her modest breasts, her lean but not particularly feminine torso with little in the way of any curves. Every last inch of her, except of course for that which was hidden behind the shield of her hands. And yet, no disappointment was to be found in the collie's eyes. No disgust. No pity. Just warmth. Tenderness. Such confidence that as the dog raised her head and met Melanie's gaze, the mouse's furrowed brow uncreased slightly, and her muzzle twitched upward at the corners at the mercy of the masseuse's helplessly infectious happiness. Gently the mouse found herself scrambling up onto the table at the dog's insistence, and soon she was flat on her stomach, arms by her sides and head resting in what turned out to be a surprisingly comfortable and padded hole. It wasn't the underside of the table that she found herself looking down into though, but rather an almost kaleidoscopic whirl of colours. It was like a projection of a galaxy or a nebula, something spacey for sure. It wasn't a hypnotic device or anything bizarre like that, just something to relax her eyes, an endless starfield for her gaze to explore while... It was only then, as she lay down and gave a sigh of what might actually have been relaxation, Melanie realised something. She'd supposedly been upgraded, but hadn't at any point asked what was different about the massage she was currently to receive, compared to the one she had been on her way to get just minutes ago. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind though, the masseuse spoke up, and immediately her words removed that one final source of present nervousness. "We call this our transformational massage. You'll see why soon enough, but trust me... all those worries and doubts you have now? They'll fade away soon enough. You might not believe it. You might not think it possible, but... this massage, it will make you understand. It won't change your heart of course, or your mind... no amount of skill, technique or oils can do that. But trust me when I say this. All the best parts of yourself, even those you don't believe are really there? You'll get to know them soon enough. And all you need to do is lie there, and let me work my magic. How does that sound?" Melanie giggled, and murmured almost absent-mindedly as she peered into the shimmering, swirling, star-filled void before her. "Impossible. But... if you want to try? I'm not going to complain." The masseuse chuckled back, and mere moments later Melanie tensed as she felt warm hands slick with some form of slippery oil come to rest between the blades of her shoulders. She forced herself to relax, to slacken her muscles despite the unfamiliar touch, and drew a deep breath as the palms of those hands moved outward, beginning to rub firm circles into the muscles of the mouse's shoulders themselves. A few seconds later that breath escaped her as a ragged, near-silent gasp, and the eyes that she had tried to close to steady and centre herself opened up once more, wide as she peered into the swirling stars all around. It felt... good. No. Not good. That was doing this feeling a disservice, a rather immense one in fact. It felt, well... holy shit! Even though it had only just begun, the massage felt utterly incredible. "O-ohhh..." Melanie whimpered in horror as she heard herself moan rather loudly, her pink toes curling as the dog's surprisingly powerful hands dug into her flesh, softening muscles that had been tense and overworked for god only knew how long. Her hands clenched into tight fists by her sides, and as the masseuse's paws withdrew to apply yet more oil, now roaming down the length of her back and towards where her tail was twitching uncontrollably in glee, the mouse very nearly cried out for her to stop. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying it, but quite the opposite. This feeling... this relaxation, it was too much. She'd not expected it to feel this good. This intimately pleasant. It felt so wonderful, it was almost erotic. Before the mouse could get so overwhelmed by the intensely pleasant feelings that she had no choice but to stop it for decency's sake though, she realised that something else was happening. Something not sexual, but more intimate than practically any lewd act could possibly have achieved. She could feel the masseuse's fingers entering her. It was impossible of course, and yet she could feel it so clearly, so obviously, the collie's digits pushing not just against her skin, but through it, the flesh, the fur, and all the muscle and bone alike beneath it seeming to stretch and bend like it one was to push their fingers into the material of a sturdy plastic bag. "Mmnh... aa-ah..." She moaned again, but this time didn't hate herself for it. She couldn't help it, and from the silence coming from her masseuse, the dog clearly didn't care enough to make a big deal about it. Besides, Melanie could only imagine the collie had heard such things before from her clients. She had to have, if it felt even remotely this good for any other person to have experienced such a miracle of physical relaxation. "Oh god... w-what?" It was only when the impossibility of what was happening to her softening body reached new extremes, the border collie's continued massaging not just squishing through the flesh, but flattening it and leaving it that way with no attempt from the flesh, muscle and bone itself to reform and re-assume its normal shape, that finally Melanie raised her head. Or at least, she began to, but barely managed to pull her face out of the shimmering galactic void presented for her viewing pleasure before she felt two sets of thumbs and forefingers upon her neck. Digits slick with oil, and which pressed down firmly, not only stripping all the tension away from the mouse's neck with another cry of joyous relaxation, but flattening it and relieving her muscles of any ability to hold her head upright. Beyond that point, it was hard for Melanie to complain about anything else that was done to her. Not only because as more of her body was squashed and flattened by the palms of the masseuse's paws she found it impossible to get more than a word or two out between grunts of joyous relief and pleasure, but eventually because she bore no muzzle with which to utter those words, or even her happy whimpers of contentment any longer. Her muzzle wasn't just flattened, it was folded over alongside the rest of her face. She felt herself being twisted, balled up. She was so malleable now, a fact that had snuck by her consciousness with only the most minor surprise despite it being wholly impossible, that her body wasn't just being folded over onto itself. As the massage continued, her squishy, flattened form was being pressed into itself. Blended. Manipulated not just into a knotted ball, but one amorphous mass. And yet all the while, despite her muzzle, her nose, her eyes and ears being blocked by goodness only knew what other parts of her body surrounding and being integrated into them, she was still aware. Still able to breath, to think, to feel, to hear... not to see, but beyond that, to sense in every conceivable manner one might wish to sense. Indeed, it was around that point that Melanie began to let go of a few of her hang ups. Not just to be distracted out of experiencing them, but to consider them and then move on before they could begin to harm this incredible, utterly impossible situation. She felt the dog's hands pushing into her malleable form once more, and shuddered as what was now purely and undeniably erotic stimulation coursed through her flesh. Before now she would never have let someone be so casually intimate with her. Indeed, it had been over a year since she was last close in that respect with anyone, because while wanting a connection with any lover, she had also denied herself any potential commitments to avoid letting them down, certain that she would only disappoint. Today though, in that place at that exact moment, she felt nothing of the sort. She welcomed the masseuse's every touch, and though she could no longer moan allowed, her form writhed and quivered upon the table as with every penetrative stroke of the collie's digits, the mouse's pleasure built and built. "That's it... let go..." The collie's tender murmurs brought a scarlet glow to Melanie's cheeks, wherever in her current form they were located, as she convulsed and jiggled just a few minutes later in what both was and wasn't an incredible, overwhelming orgasm. It was because... well, frankly it couldn't have been anything else; surges of near cataclysmic pleasure overwhelming her in potent, crashing waves. Yet at the same time it wasn't, because it had no centre. No point of origin beyond any and everywhere being touched by her masseuse. Thus, unless Melanie's clit had spread itself out so that she couldn't be touched without hitting that blissful sweet spot, it surely couldn't have been that intimate an experience which she had just shared with a near total stranger, a woman whose name she didn't even know. "Karen." Melanie's eyes bulged as the collie spoke warmly, and the motion of her fingers drifted from the plunging, searching motions that had brought the mouse such pleasure to more firm, rough kneading of her quivering flesh. "My name's Karen. I'm so sorry I didn't say as much earlier. I just... I was excited. I don't get to go all out with the deluxe package very often. But, that's no excuse. I hope you can forgive me." The collie's palm pressed down against something that might once have been a part of Melanie's g-spot, provoking a surge of pleasure so potent and fierce that if she could have, the mouse would have screamed at the top of her lungs. She quivered like jelly, and felt the whole of her body's flesh flushing with blissful embarrassment as from some part of her exterior, a brief jet of liquids poured forth. Merely hours ago, even doing something like that in the privacy of her own home would have shattered the mouse's confidence. She would have called herself a whore for getting so worked up, for being so disgustingly filthy in her masturbatory greed. But now... now she blushed, but revelled in the sensation, and in the fact that when the collie, Karen, saw it... felt it, she only had one reaction. The dog giggled, and withdrew her hands from the quivering ball of flesh and soft grey fur as it continued to tremble in another potent, all consuming orgasm. "I think we're ready now. Ready to properly relax you... so we can get ready to rebuild." What that meant, the mouse didn't know. But she wasn't scared. She wasn't even nervous, not the tiniest bit. Melanie listened, and waited, shivering and revelling in the peace and relaxation both of her current hyper softened and blissfully tension-free state, and of course the trembling wake of her multiple orgasms, as Karen left her side for the first time since this incredible event began. She could hear the rattling of some sort of device being pulled over to where she was at rest, but beyond that it was only when Karen's hands began to touch and manipulate her again, and the collie spoke up as she worked the gooey ball of formerly mouse-flesh, that she learned what was going on. "This might feel a bit strange at first, Melanie... and, well, it probably should. It is strange. Do you like taffy?" Melanie couldn't answer. But then again, she had found that Karen had a knack for guessing what she was thinking up to this point. Maybe it was more than a guess. After all, she was currently sitting on a massage table as a quivering ball of amalgamated goo. So... yes, she liked taffy. She liked it a lot, in fact, no matter how bad it was for her teeth. Karen giggled, and the ball of Melanie shivered as she realised that it was true. The collie could sense her thoughts. "Don't worry, I'm not going to be feeding you it. It's just, have you ever seen one of those taffy pulling machines...?" The was the dog's voice trailed off, and the way that the masseuse's hands were trembling slightly with obvious anticipation as they came to rest upon Melanie's soft form made the muse shudder in excitement of her very own. Could the other woman really have been suggesting what it sounded like she was? She felt her body being stretched. A part of her quivering form being tugged out and away from the rest of her flattened and folded self, and wrapped around something cool, something metallic in texture. She shivered and wiggled again, the only meaningful motion her body could make. She heard another, softer giggle escape Karen as another part of herself was pulled out and wrapped around another metallic extension, and then a different sound from the collie. A moan. A pleasure-stricken, anticipation laden moan. A few seconds later, a motor whirred into life. And then, all at once, Melanie's head was filled with the silent screams of her own shock, wonder, and pleasure once again as her already gooey and flattened, squished up body was suddenly pushed to whole new limits. Pushed... but also pulled, twisted, and stretched, bent around and over as she was spun and tugged and teased apart and pushed together in whole new and wonderful ways, now totally and obviously aware of what was happening even though she was dizzy from how fast every last part of her was spinning in constant motion. She was being pulled. Taffy pulled. Stretched, manipulated, and teased into an even softer and more malleable state than before. And it felt absolutely, utterly and undeniably incredible. Quite how long she spent suspended within the many arms of that whirling machine, twisting and bending her in more ways than she even knew existed, Melanie wasn't sure. Minutes certainly, but whether ten or thirty or even an hour, she couldn't possibly have guessed. What she did know was that when the machine began to wind down, and a pair of familiar hands began to untangle her now noodly-stretched form and lay it back down upon the massage table in overlapping and interweaving strips, those hands were shaking. Shaking with what was no longer just anticipation, but almost certainly full on arousal. If Melanie could have, she would have blushed crimson at the idea that what she was going through was turning Karen on. But strange as that thought was, it didn't upset her, or make her feel ashamed, or unworthy, or anything like that. It simply delighted her. And that fact, in turn, seemed to delight the collie. "I'm... I'm glad you don't mind. I know it's not professional, but like I said earlier, I so rarely get the chance to do this. To see it happening. To make it happen. It's..." Her voice trailed off into another moan, and before the masseuse could get too distracted, she excused herself once more. "I need to prep the next stage. I'll be right back." The taffy machine was wheeled away, and a new device was brought in instead. Melanie soon felt herself being placed inside it. Inside what felt line a smooth, enclosed cylinder. A chamber of some sort, but with several cool metal protrusions at the base that made her form quiver as it made contact with the cold, hard material. "Do you trust me?" Karen spoke up again, and without even thinking about it the answer flashed up within the stretched and flattened mouse's mind. Yes. Yes, of course she did. "Then... trust me when I say, t-this... it won't hurt. I promise. I swear to you, it won't." The mouse shivered in anticipation. What wouldn't? What was this device she was being set down inside? What was it that she could now hear Karen clipping a lid onto, locking her away and separating her quivering form from the collie's oh so pleasant touch? "This is a blender, Melanie. And... I'm about to blend you, so I can remake you. Please, think about that. Think about... a-about who you are. Not what the world has made you, so meek and blind to your own beauty that you've almost lost yourself, but... the real you. What you know yourself to be now, with all those stresses and expectations stripped away. Please, think about it." And she did. For about five seconds, right up to the moment where the blender's motor engaged, and Melanie's world was turned upside down, inside out and back to front in a split-second as she found herself not just spun, but ripped... shredded, torn to pieces of increasingly smaller and smaller size. Liquefied from her already soft and gooey state, and reduced to a million bubbling, quivering individual droplets of gooiness that bound back together into what was less of a blob, and more a lake as it was sloshed and swept around the blender's interior over and over and over again. And of course, all that while, the mouse's mind was screaming. For if the sensation of her body being touched by fingers had been intimately pleasurable, and the sensation of her body being stretched and pulled had driven her out of her mind with how relaxing it had been... then this was a whole new dimension of pleasant sensation again. There could be no tension now. Not a fraction. Not a drop. For now there was no flesh to hold tension. No body to bind that stress within itself. Just liquid. Just bubbling, rippling liquid being whirled around and around, creating a sensation that was unlike anything Melanie had ever known before. A sort of giddy dizziness. A light-headed madness. She felt drunk. Drunk, but far, far more intense and overwhelming than any alcohol buzz she had never known. And all she wanted to do in that moment, even as her body was blitzed and reduced to quivering puddle, was slosh herself all over another living creature. To have Karen lie down in her, to engulf the collie, and just... be there with her. Holding her. Embracing every last inch of her solid form, and relishing the contact... the intimacy, the affection that they felt for one another, though she didn't even known the collie's last name. Soon after those thoughts began to permeate practically every last corner of the mouse's mind, the blender shut down. Melanie heard the top of the device being pulled off once more, and felt a rush of comparably cool air over the rippling surface of her... well, of her, in this new and liquid form. Then, fingers. Dipping into her. Splashing. Flicking her thick but undeniably liquid self playfully back and forth within the confines of the blender's main body. It felt wonderful, but not in the way that such penetrative contact would have just a short while ago. Now the touches were more intimate than lewd, and as once again the mouse heard her masseuse moaning, those sounds too were laden with tender intimacy. "It's time. T-time to... rebuild. Oh god. Melanie, you have no idea how proud I am to be with you right now. To see what's going to come out of this. To see you. The real you, a-at last..." Melanie felt herself being poured. She felt the container in which she was held being tipped, and turned onto its side, and then she was flowing... flooding into some sort of wide, not particularly deep vat or trough. She would have laughed, a ticklish sensation overwhelming her as something began to be dripped into the vat from above. Some chemical concoction that made every last drop of her it touch tingle with the most pleasant and mentally giggle-inducing sensation. "Let your thoughts wander..." Karen's voice was calmer now. Softer and more tender than ever, but not quite so excitable in her intimacy. "Let them carry you wherever they may. To moods. To hopes. To wishes and dreams for the future." The mouse obeyed, and realised that as she did so, different compounds were being dripped into and onto her from what had to have been a vast variety of nozzles somewhere above whatever she was resting within. If she thought of Karen... of romance and passion in her future, a nozzle somewhere over what might as well have been called the upper left hand size of her liquid form activated and drizzled her with some sort of different liquid. If she thought of work, of finding herself a career she loved, a different nozzle to the middle-right sprayed a short, sharp jet of some different compound into her. And little by little, as she thought of countless different parts of her life that she now knew could be, and would be different, she felt her liquid form growing less so. Thicker, firmer once more, back to the stretched and malleable state it had been post taffy-pull, and then to the amorphous, stretchable but more fleshy blob that had followed immediately after her massage. Only then did the border collie masseuse's paws fall upon her once more, and began to stretch her. To massage and tease her body not into a quivering ball again, but out and away from the centre of itself. To stretch her by hand. To mould her into... well, into a shape. A shape with outstretched portions almost like limbs. With a thick trunk like a torso, and a bulbous orb at the top... like the beginnings of a head. Still Melanie couldn't speak. Couldn't see. But just as ever Karen knew exactly what she was thinking, and murmured tenderly as she continued to massage and stretch and pull the former mouse's form into a new shape. "The new you... oh, Mel. I can't wait to meet her." And she did. Little by little, over the course of not minutes but hours of careful and tender work, they both met the new Mel. She shivered and flailed, helplessly stricken by mirth as Karen worked each individual toe of new paws into being. She flexed her fingers as they too were born, and felt lush, soft fur covering the backs of each one as she allowed them to blindly caress one another. She shuddered, she clutched at the sides of the shallow metal trough in which she was being reborn as firm hands massaged and teased her buttocks for what seemed like far longer than had even been spent on her limbs, as though making them the softest, roundest cheeks possible was the highest priority for the masseuse crafting her anew. And as she rolled over onto her back, feeling a thick, lush and powerful tail twitching beneath her, she felt her face... her muzzle being teased and worked into place, and at long last uttered a joyous, frantic cry. "P-please... oh, please, let me see myself..." Karen obeyed immediately, and soon Mel had eyes once more. A whole face in fact, and soon, with just a few more caresses down the sides of her skull, hair too. Long, flowing, silvery curls that fell in front of her eyes as she blinked in the unfamiliarly bright light. "Oh god." Propped up on her elbows, she looked down at her body as the masseuse went to work on crafting her breasts, drawing an almost immediate moan of deep, abiding longing from Mel's toothy maw. She looked over her fluffy white torso with the still malleable flesh being separated and worked into large, plump mounds; breasts far larger than those she had possessed before, though not unnecessarily so. Just... beautiful, plump and yet firm, exactly as she had always longed for them to be. She looked down all the way to her toes, clawed and upon feet not mousey pink, but themselves covered with fur, and between her legs, twitching and shivering in glee, her tail. Such a thick, lush, gorgeously huge tail, its underside white, but its upper surface laden with the most gorgeous silvery grey fur, and inlaid with rosettes not just of black, but of blue, red, green... countless colours, lighting up this snow leopard's body with vibrant glory. The very last part of herself to be rebuilt was of course that which lay between Mel's legs, and she remained propped up, nibbling on one of her brand new bottom lips with sharp feline teeth as she watched Karen reach down between her legs. The collie's own face was bright red, and through her pink uniform the outline of her nipples pressing through the material was painfully obvious. No sooner had she laid her fingers upon the soft fur and flesh of Mel's form, both of them let slip a helpless moan. By the time she actually began to work her magic, her fingers flying with ease and flesh parting, spreading, forming that which was meant to lie between the snow leopard's legs, Mel was mewling and whimpering in helpless and undeniable pleasure. And by the time she was done, or rather, by the time she should have been done, any remaining pretence of professionalism was gone from Karen's actions. "O-ohh... please... don't stop..." Two of the collie's fingers pressed into Mel's depths, twitching upward, caressing her innermost walls in search of her sweet spot. Needless to say, they found it. Maybe they even created it beneath them, perfectly aligned within their reach. Regardless of how though, the result was the same. The brand new feline shrieked in pleasure, and as one of the very first conscious actions she performed as her new, improved self... she felt her body tense, her muscles convulsing around the masseuse's invading digits, and listened to herself roar with passionate rapture at the heights of the potently provoked orgasm wracking its way through her body. It was over soon enough. Far too soon, in fact. But even as Karen withdrew her hands, no more changes to be made, Mel had no intention of the two of them remaining apart. She lifted herself upright. To her feet. New feet. Strong, steady. She pulled herself up and out of the shallow trough, which she now recognised as the base of the massage table upon which she had been seated with all its padding removed, and a large machine with a hundred or so nozzles protruding from a wide hose-array hanging from the ceiling above. Landing upon the floor, she pulled herself upright, standing at her full height for the first time. She looked at Karen. Looked down at Karen, now standing taller than the collie by a good number of inches, and laughed aloud as she swept forward, and snatched the dog up into a passionate, whirling embrace. "I'm me..." She purred tenderly, clutching Karen close to her and grinning as she saw the collie's cheeks burning bright beneath her fur. "I'm finally me. All of me... let loose, unrestrained by shame and fear. My best self. My sexiest self." Her hands roamed down the collie's back, and fingers hooked around the waist of the masseuse's pink lower garments. "Tell me we still have time together..." Karen whimpered happily, feeling her trousers being tugged down, underwear too, and shuddering as the snow leopard's confident and powerful hands grasped and squeezed at her ass. "We h-have... all the time you need to... to adjust to your new body. To your new... self. We have facilities to help. Anything you need." The snow leopard moaned happily, and pulled the collie's half naked body against her wholly nude form once again. "And if what I need... is to thank the woman who did this for me? To thank her again and again, until she can't bear to be \_ thanked \_ one more time..." She peeled off Karen's top, and they kissed passionately. The black and white collie with her beautiful blue hair, and the rainbow-rosetted snow leopard, both unabashed, both shameless. Both now having known the transformative touch of this place... and now eager to share what it had awoken within them, as tender, and yet as deliciously hard as their bodies would let them. "Oh... o-ohh, Mel. Mel! Oh god, Yes" By Jeeves Like my stories? Want access to stories weeks before they appear on other sites as well as exclusive request days to get stuff written for yourself? Consider supporting me on patreon! [https://www.patreon.com/jeevesroo](https://www.patreon.com/jeevesroo) :D
Tauren Tale, Chapter 8 by gre7g	#8 of Tauren Tale - Kazbo ran after the Tauren, down, down into a depression in the desert floor. At the bottom, he found the pair in deep scrub brush. Sanja was climbing a scrawny tree - the only one without thorns that they had seen since entering Desolace - and Jorga circled underneath her,	[ "Adventure", "Fantasy", "Magic", "Minotaur", "Slavery", "Tauren", "Werewolf", "Worgen" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148515-tauren-tale-chapter-8	Kazbo ran after the Tauren, down, down into a depression in the desert floor. At the bottom, he found the pair in deep scrub brush. Sanja was climbing a scrawny tree - the only one without thorns that they had seen since entering Desolace - and Jorga circled underneath her, holding the pack open for her to drop things down into it. "What is that tree?" "It's a jacao," she shouted down at him, dropping another large pod down into the pack. The Gnome picked up one of the jacao fruit from where it had fallen into a scrub. It was bright yellow and the same sort of size and shape as a tangerine. "Don't eat that!" Sanja shouted. "Jacao fruit is poisonous. It might not kill you, but you'll get... well, you could end up dying of dehydration. I doubt we could find enough water to keep you alive." Kazbo dropped the fruit and wiped his hands on his blood-stained shirt. "So the beans...?" She wagged her head from one side to the other. "Poisonous too, actually. But you can bake them in the coals of a campfire until they scream." Jorga looked at him and made a quiet eee! noise to imitate steam escaping. "Then you can eat them safely." The Gnome made an unhappy face. He wasn't sure which was better, cactus that tasted like "green," the haunch of a dying man, or a poisonous nut that should be safe to eat. Sanja was busily cutting pods away with her knife and dropping them into the bag. She paused for a moment and looked down at the Gnome. "Kazbo, tell me, what is your favorite thing to eat, in all of Azeroth?" "My favorite?" He tugged on his bright, pink beard. "Well, in Stormwind, there is a tavern called The Golden Keg." He used some Common words, since he knew no Taurahe translation. "The owner, a human named Colin, he makes quail, and he stuffs it with mushrooms and nuts." He closed his eyes, remembering the beautiful aroma and the glistening beads of fat on the perfectly crisped skin. "I do not know if anything could taste better." "Well, our favorite food is The Sleeping Calf." Jorga nodded in a wildly exaggerated manner. "It's a piece of warm flat-bread, smeared with a huge glob of jacao, and sprinkled lightly with salt." She looked down at the little man and gestured with her hand. "You tear the end off of a baked pod and squeeze the nut paste out like... well, into a glob. Before you spread it, it looks a little like a calf on a sleeping mat." "It looks a lot more like poop!" Jorga laughed but then grew somber. "If you say that, then adults say something like, 'I guess you won't want any.'" "Yeah. We don't have any bread or salt, but I bet the jacao still tastes good without it." "So these trees grow in Mulgore too?" Kazbo asked. Sanja shook her head. "Definitely not. The only way to get jacao in Mulgore is to trade for it. Orcish traders like Thurg, Elizabeth's owner, gather it from Desolace and bring it in." "Trade?" Kazbo tried to imagine what a people without technology could possibly have to trade. "What do they trade for jacao?" "Well, pottery, of course," Jorga responded. "That's all traders ever want." "We always make extra pots, just in case any traders come through." Sanja added. Kazbo scratched his head. "So, Orcs love pottery? I never would have guessed that. They just seem so..." Sanja laughed. "Oh, I doubt it. They just sell it to Goblins." The little man sat down in the sand. "Hey! There's water here!" he shouted suddenly. Sanja leapt from the tree and began digging in the sand beneath the scrub brush. "You're right! There's a lot of water." "Why is it... orange?" Jorga whispered. "The stream must flow under the ground, through a large... deposit of iron ore." he completed in Common. "Rust should not make it poisonous." Sanja studied the edges of the puddle for a long while. "I see insects!" she shouted in joy. "It must be safe." Both of the Tauren dove face-first into the puddle and began to lap it up. Everyone was thirsty. They had been rationing their water carefully since the beginning of the journey. Kazbo waited patiently and stared at the twin tails drawing lazy figure-eights in the desert air. He eventually started to wonder if the Tauren could be related to camels. When they could drink no more, they rolled out of the way and laid on their backs. "Tastes yucky," Jorga said. "This is the best day..." Sanja started to say before stopping herself. "Well, this day is getting better. A lot better than yesterday, at least." They built a small campfire and rested, thankful that they could finally take their time without fear of being spotted by Centaurs. --- "You're going to burn your mouth," Sanja admonished, but she couldn't really blame the boy for not waiting until the jacao pod was cool. Everyone was hungry. Kazbo cautiously slurped the warm meat out of the singed jacao pod. It was the nuttiest flavor that he had ever tasted. Smooth, buttery, and a little sweet. He swished it around in his mouth a long while before swallowing. "So?" "I do not think this is quite as good as quail," he said at last. He closed his eyes. "But I can imagine it on top of bread and sprinkled with a little salt. That must be... amazing." The Taurens nodded in unison. The trio laid back and stared up at the stars. "So the Tauren make pottery. I did not know that," Kazbo said casually. "Do you know who is crazy about pottery?" The siblings looked up, but didn't speak. "Draenei." He nodded his head. "Draenei can never get enough pottery. They hang it on their walls when they run out of shelves." Kazbo had gotten into the habit of shifting seamlessly to Common whenever he did not have a translation for a word. Quite often, he found, when Sanja did not know what a Common word meant, that no amount of description would help explain it. Kazbo sat up, suddenly. "In fact, I have a Draenei friend - a big fellow, named Belenkar - who gave me clay bowl as a gift. Can you believe that he once sailed all the way to the Goblin city of Booty Bay just to..." The Gnome's mouth fell open and he stared at the Tauren. "Is... is Tauren pottery brown and have black and white lines on it?" he stammered. "I like to draw circles on them sometimes!" Jorga volunteered. "Circles are more fun than the lines." Kazbo was silent for a long moment. "How could I have not seen this earlier? The bowl my wife keeps fruit in must be Tauren-made!" He laughed and slapped his knee. "It would be so bizarre if your family made my bowl!" Jorga smiled, but Sanja looked confused. "What is a 'wife'?" "Oh, sorry," Kazbo said. "My mate." Sanja's brows furrowed. "Gnomes mate in the summer?" He giggled nervously. "Well... um... heh..." "Tauren mate in the fall," she explained. "Oh! Well, Gnomes take a mate for life. I call her my wife, and she calls me her husband." "So you have a calf?" Jorga asked. Kazbo laughed loud. "We have two sons, but they are grown up now and have families of their own." He smiled at the boy. "One has a daughter who is about your age. She turned seven before I left on this voyage." The pair stared at the Gnome in silence. "How can your granddaughter be seven?" Jorga asked. "Do you mean, seven summers and summer winters?" Sanja added. "Yes, she is seven years old," Kazbo said, confusion evident on his face. The girl scrabbled in the dirt for a moment and then put seven small stones into the Gnome's open hand. "Seven?" she said, making sure she understood correctly. "Yes, seven." "But how can that be? My grandmother, my father's mother is only eight." "Eight?" Kazbo gasped. He picked up another small stone and poured the pile back into Sanja's hand. "Eight years old?" The Tauren nodded in unison. "So, then how old are you, Jorga?" Jorga looked to his sister and then back to the tiny man. "All Tauren are born in the spring," he said as if it were obvious. "You were born this year?" When he nodded, Kazbo shifted his gaze to the girl. "And you, Sanja?" "I'm a yearling, of course. Why, how old are you?" "I'm..." the Gnome hesitated, suddenly uncomfortable, "one hundred and six." "But no one lives that long!" Jorga shouted. "Gnomes do," Kazbo explained. "I've met a Gnome who is over two hundred and fifty years old." Sanja scratched her head. "You know... Elizabeth had told me that she was sixteen and I thought that she must be lying. The oldest Tauren in our tribe is only fifteen." She started nodding. "But I guess not every race lives the same length of time, do they?" "No, they do not," Kazbo responded. "In fact, the Night Elves were once immortal." "My father said that once. He said they were 'eternally youthful and that they never aged, no matter how many seasons passed,'" Sanja said, "but I couldn't believe him." "No?" "Well, how could that be true? Every year new calves are born and some of the oldest Tauren die," Sanja explained. "If the elders stopped dying, then there would be a whole lot of Tauren. "So, I told the elders, 'If the Kaldorei were once immortal, then why are we not up to our horns in Night Elves?'" Sanja nodded her head, purposefully. Kazbo smiled. "You are a very clever young woman. So what did the elders say to that?" "Bo thought that perhaps most of the Night Elf bulls did not know how to impregnate Night Elf cows. This made all of the elders laugh." Her face turned angry. "No matter how I asked, no one would explain why this was funny." The Gnome stroked his beard with one hand and worked to stifle his own mirth. --- In the morning, the trio returned to the road with a full water skin and a backpack that brimmed over with jacao pods. They hiked north at a much more leisurely pace and stopped frequently to hunt for for rabbits and to let Kazbo rest. To the Tauren's surprise, hunting in the desert was much easier than it had been back in Mulgore. Instead of hiding in deep holes, Desolace hares would run into nearly impenetrable cholla bushes. This defense would work perfectly on most predators, but the spines offered little protection against Sanja's spear. Water was scarce, of course, but there was actually some to be found if you were not in a hurry. They were certainly not, and were all too glad to let Theodore get way, way ahead of them. They did not see him anywhere, and he was far from missed. They once stopped at a campsite near the road that still had the remnants of a campfire. Sanja picked up a piece of firewood that had not burnt completely. The rubbed the charred tip and looked at her fingers. "Theodore probably camped here," she said, showing her blackened fingertips to the others. "This was probably burned within the last few days." She dug briefly into the ashes and shook her head. "No warm coals. Good. He must be over a day ahead of us." The three stayed awake until all hours, laughing and sharing stories. Kazbo never told the siblings to go to sleep and Jorga reveled in his new-found freedom. The boy got homesick at times and even cried once, but there was nothing that could be done for it. The road was a lonely place. --- Kazbo grinned like a child when he spotted the clay banks of the oasis. He grabbed a pointed stick and plopped down in the mud without worry for his nearly-ruined clothing. "Here, look," he said to Jorga. "Three little lines beside each other... that represents the 'hhh' sound." Jorga looked to his sister and then back to Kazbo's impressions in the mud. "A triangle, that's the sound 'orrr'. And then a slash, that's 'nnn'. And finally a dot. That's the 'sss' sound. Put them all together and that spells hhorrnnss." The Gnome grinned stupidly. "Get it?" Jorga shrugged. "Why?" "Well, it would not have to be here in the mud. I could make these marks anywhere and they would still say 'horns'." He studied the boy's blank expression. "I could carve these in a tree, or put it on a piece of paper, or write it anywhere, really. And if you saw it, and you knew what each symbol sounded like, then you would know that I was telling you 'horns'. Get it?" "But why would you tell me 'horns'?" Kazbo shook his head and waved his mud-covered hands. "It would not have to be just 'horns,' why if you knew the symbols, then I could write any message and you would know how to read it. And you would know what I was telling you." Jorga nodded for a moment and then started to shake his head. "Wouldn't it just be easier to tell me?" The Gnome pointed up with a single finger. "Ah, but something wonderful happens when you can read. If I can write something down, then you can read it later. We don't have to be in the same place at the same time." The boy shrugged, not really understanding the significance of this, or why it would be worth the effort to learn a bunch of symbols. "Oh, I get it," Sanja said. She knelt behind the boy and put her hands on his shoulders. "So if everyone could read and write, then storytellers could save their stories, and you could hear them whenever you wanted. You wouldn't have to wait for someone to tell it to you." Jorga looked up at his sister. "So you could hear the story of the Hammer and the Knife, and I could hear the story of the Warrior and the Butterfly, at the same time." She grinned wide. "And I wouldn't have to listen to that stupid, impossible story you like ever again." "Hey!" Jorga shouted. He turned around and gave his sister a shove. "The Hammer and the Knife is funny. It's way better than the stupid butterfly story." Jorga started prancing around in the mud. "Oh look at me. I'm too sad to fight a war! I wish I were a stupid butterfly." Sanja threw the first glob of mud.
Kill For Her by Kulkum Al Stavich	#8 of The Savage Dark Continues from The Broken Mask (https://www.sofurry.com/view/1050137) Dark things await with lots of fluffy romance, sexy content and funny moments as we go. Check out the fan art gifted to me by TheWyvernsWeaver.	[ "Benjamin Clawhauser", "Buffalo", "Bunny", "Cheetah", "Chief Bogo", "Drama", "Fox", "Jack Savage", "Judy Hopps", "Nick Wilde", "No-Yiff", "Romance", "Story Progression", "WildeHopps", "Zootopia" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150693-kill-for-her	Report: Case File - The Savage Dark Reporting Agent: Code Name - Jack "Savage" Affiliation: Unknown Current Whereabouts: Unknown Agent Status: Unknown (Active) Recording Begins: "The most difficult thing about law enforcement in a place like Zootopia is finding a balance. The three major agencies that enforce the law are known by their popular names: the ZPD, the ZIA, and the ZBI. In an ideal situation, all three of these agencies share equal power to uphold order and protect the populous, with no control over each other and no jurisdiction over each other's territories, as it were. Because of this, and because each agency has its own specialty in the broad scope of things, there is constant mingling and cooperation between the officers and agents. If the ZBI needs assistance with a kidnapping case, for instance, the ZPD will lend assistance and officers - if any are available - to speed the process. Or if the ZPD needs a certain piece of intelligence that the ZIA can provide, it is freely given as long as it does not compromise existing intelligence efforts. And like most of Zootopia, the three exist in harmony with each other. "This is, of course, all based on the situation being ideal. When the situation is less than idea, as was the case during The Savage Dark crisis, this harmony slips. Certain agencies, believing that they have the best interests of Zootopia and the outlying territories in mind, will keep all relevant information to themselves. Being who I am, I understand the need for secrets. I understand the need to be careful. But soon enough, often due to inexperienced paws taking on more than they can handle, the keeping of secrets turns into paranoia and the need to protect internal interests becomes an obsession. Covering their own backs while stabbing everyone else in theirs, if you would. "In the case of The Savage Dark crisis, the greatest sinner along these lines was the (Static). Hm? Oh, I'm not supposed to say that on the record? All right. Let's start that over then." (Three seconds of static) "Ahem. As I was saying: in the case of The Savage Dark crisis, the greatest sinner along these lines was the ZIA. And if you try to erase it this time, I will shoot you in the knee. Yes, of course I'm armed. I'm Jack fucking Savage, and after the month I've had there are only two mammals left that I trust, and you're neither of them. Now take your paw away from the button. ...Good lad. "Where was I? Oh yes. The ZIA covered up everything they knew about the introduction of a new Night Howler toxin, which actually turned out to be dozens of variations - almost all of them in structured to inhibit higher brain functions by lacing them with narcotics - and at great risk to the entire city tried to handle the matter covertly for months. Without assistance, without reporting to the powers that be, and while doing everything in their power to ensure that no one else was involved. Everything in their power included underhanded tactics, violence, espionage, and lawless disregard for the safety of the population. This is what is known in the business as 'going rogue.' And when an entire agency goes rogue, they call me. I didn't know it at the time I made contact with officers Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps, but in this case they almost called too late..." \_ \_ Some people called coffee the "meaning of life" in the morning, the only reason they were able to drag themselves out of bed. Others enjoyed it for the aroma, a rich scent that could make angels weep and mouths salivate in anticipation of that first hot sip. The rush of caffeine as it hit the system, increasing the heart rate, making the blood flow warm and wiring the brain with enough short term energy to get the day started. Yet others were so addicted to it that they couldn't get through the day without at least three or four cups - sometimes jugs or canteens - to allow them to slosh through their dreary lives thanks to the miracle of a little bean. From the darkest black, to the creamiest sugar laden concoction, it was likely that the economy of the entire world would have collapsed if coffee were to stop flowing into steaming cups or frosty fraps for a thirsty, exhausted world. For the rabbit with black streaks running across his cheeks, the cup of coffee in his paws was a convenient way to keep watch on the world around him without seeming obvious about it. Anyone who saw a bunny with a cup of coffee, releasing the low contented sigh that he did after taking a sip, could easily have assumed that - like most of the mammals walking down the street - he was trying to wake himself up. They didn't know that his cup was filled with decaf, because the last thing the world needed was Jack Savage high on a caffeine buzz, and that he had been alert and awake for hours already. He had slept the required three hours, showered, and changed his clothing to something more street causal without sacrificing style; pair of dark jeans, a simple black button up shirt, and a white sport jacket, the former of which was left unbuttoned. His temporary badge, which identified him as a ZIA agent was tucked into his belt. One of the biggest mistakes young agents made was trying too hard to go unnoticed, dressing out of a style that they were comfortable in. And if an agent was not comfortable in their own clothing, someone would notice it quickly enough. But he was comfortable as he strolled along the sidewalk, taking another sip of his coffee as he watched the black and white cruiser pull into the lot only a dozen yards away. After the encounter the night before, he had been left with as many questions about the two as answers. Foremost in his mind was their ability to focus, beyond the fact that Wilde was a walking bomb without a fuse, just waiting for someone or something to push the button that turned him savage. Their.... Amorous attitude, and almost complete lack of control had been off-putting, but he was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt considering the unique situation. And the fact that she was, or had been, in heat had almost certainly played a part. At least they managed to be punctual. Maybe I'm being too hard on them. They have potential, but they're not agents. This train of thought came to an end when he saw Wilde hop down from the passenger side of the cruiser, giving a rather graceless stumble when his paws hit the ground. He was sure that the slight limp would have gone unnoticed by most, but it made his own eyes narrow. Particularly when Hopps walked around to meet him at the rear of the vehicle, an energetic spring in her step and a glow that was damned near blinding radiating from every follicle of fur when she smiled up at the fox. The fact that Wilde sent her a look that was equal parts besotted and annoyed before he slipped his sunglasses into place was all Jack needed to see. He really hoped there was a dentist around when all of this was done, because these two were going to rot his front teeth right out if he wasn't careful. Still, it only took a moment for them to spot him once they stopped looking at each other. And he respected the way both of their faces went instantly business serious. Especially Wilde's, which shouldn't have surprised him. The fox seemed capable of going from a friendly sort of charm to cool and expressionless at the flick of an ear, which is what he did now when the two of them started in his direction. It slightly offset the unkempt appearance of his ZPD uniform, slightly off regulation with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie slightly looser than it should have been. Hopps, who was a step ahead of the fox in their approach, looked neat as a pin, if there was any other way for her to look in what appeared to be a body suit designed specifically for her. And where the fox's fur still appeared scruffy in some areas around his neck and ears, her own fur was smoothly groomed and well kept. If he had never seen or heard of them before, he never would have believed that the two of them were partners, much less lovers. "Look who it is," Wilde was already saying before they reached him, and he felt a moment of tension where he wondered if his code name would be blabbed out on the streets. "Agent so and so. Sorry, Stripes. I forgot your name." "Lapin," Hopps supplied as both of them came to a stop in his path, her with her arms folded across her chest and him with his paws shoved into his pockets. A united front against who they both saw as an adversary. It was as cute as it was telling. He didn't stop his stride or change the direction of his forward motion, however. It was when he was only a foot from both of them that the social drive to avoid contact with a stranger kicked in, and they both pivoted to the side to let him pass. "Agent Lapin will do," he said, not turning but knowing that after a moment they both started to follow him towards the ZPD lobby entrance. "It's good to see you both dressed. We have a lot to do, starting with your transfer into my care." "Shouldn't you buy us a drink first?" Nick said with easy sarcasm saturating his tone, though from the reflection in the glass doors they were walking towards, Jack could see that his mood was not as playful or relaxed as he tried to let on. The fox was watching him very closely, measuring every step, and staying very close to his partner. "Hm," was his only reply for a moment, tossing the cup of decaf into the trash bin as they reached the door. He swung it open, and waved them forward. "You might want a drink before the day is done." Wilde merely looked at the trash bin with open regret as they walked past him. "I'm pretty sure that breaks at least two regulations. Caffeine abuse is not tolerated at the ZPD." "It was decaf." "Six regulations," he amended, and with a long suffering sigh entered the building after his partner. The ZPD hadn't changed at all since the last time he had been through though those doors, right down to the rotund figure of the exuberant cheetah sitting behind the welcome desk. Presently having a friendly, if one-sided conversation with a stag in pawcuffs and antler restraints, it took the large feline a moment to notice their entrance. The moment he did, Jack saw the friendly amber eyes take on a world of surprise when they settled on him, his paws slapping over his mouth as he leaned over it to look down at the three of them. "Julius?" The voice held a quiver that made Jack raise one eyebrow, a gesture that he saw was mirrored in Wilde as he came up to stand beside them. Surprise came over all three when tears glimmered in the big cat's eyes, then with a mad scramble the oversized feline crawled over the desk so suddenly that it had the buck and arresting officer pulling back quickly. The cheetah took a very undignified tumble off the edge of the desk, sending papers flying as he landed on the ground in an undignified heap. Jack moved to help him up, and found himself squished when he was lifted off the ground and folded into a bear hug while the excited and emotional cheetah squealed and bounced up and down. "It is you! You're alive!" "The last time I checked," the rabbit grunted, feeling like his eyes might be squeezed out of his skull along with what little air was left in his lungs as he was swung back and forth in a very undignified display of affection. "Benjamin? Benjamin!" "Oh, right! Sorry!" After he was set back on his feet, Jack took a deep breath as he looked up at the large feline, adjusting his shirt and doing a mental inventory to ensure that all of his bones were still in one piece. "It's good to see you, too. But who told you I was dead?" "Oh, well, after 'the case,'" Clawhauser began, using air quotes and a wink that was about as clandestine as a bullhorn. Jack knew exactly which case he was talking about, of course. "When the ship exploded, the coast guard was only able to recover one body from the wreckage. When it turned out to be a bunny, we feared the worst and hoped for the best. But then the ZIA confirmed that you were the body recovered. But here you are!" Jack simply sighed, and a little better prepared for it this time, took a deep breath a second before he was picked up and crushed again. Thankfully, it was a shorter hug this time, and he didn't have to fight for his life before he was set back onto his own two paws. His thoughts turned towards the short sightedness of his ZIA contact for telling the ZPD that he had died in the explosion. It should have been obvious that there was a very good chance he would need to make contact again, as was the case now. He would need to make sure that his ZIA handler was replaced with someone less incompetent in the near future. Or at least have a good, long talk with him about interpersonal relationships and unnecessary death certificates. "I'm happy to see you, too, Benjamin," he repeated, and flashed a friendly smile that wasn't at all fake. He really had found it impossible not to like the cheetah, and the personality that made that true had not changed much at all. "And I am sorry for the error. I'll have to make sure that's cleared up as soon as I handle my business here." "Oh, oh! Right! What can I do to help you?" Clawhauser seemed to notice Wilde and Hopps standing nearby, and at a glance Jack could tell that they were a little befuddled and amused by the display. "Oh, hi guys! Have you met Agent Lapin?" "We've met, Clawhauser," Hopps replied, seemingly trying to keep her curiosity and her laughter at his expense in check at the same time. It gave her face a scrunched up sort of look, with eyes that were focused on him in a look that was cute in the way bunnies were cute to other bunnies. Blue eyes rolled skyward when he turned his attention back to the cheetah. "I'm here to meet with the Chief, Benjamin. Though assuming that he also thinks I'm dead," he muttered under his breath, reaching up to slide one paw over both ears to smooth the fur absently before he shoved that paw into his pocket. "this could be a longer conversation than I anticipated. What do you think? Should I just go up, or do you want to buzz ahead to let him know I'm coming?" Because his gaze rested on Clawhauser when he asked the question, the cheetah looked perplexed and a little uncertain. "Oh, I don't know. I usually have to call ahead if someone wants to see the Chief. But I bet he'll be really happy to see you! OooooH! A surprise! He'll be so happy!" "Yes, happy. Or something equally bracing," Jack muttered to himself, even as the excitable cheetah beamed at him again before he seemed to realize that there was still a stag in cuffs standing beside the desk. When he excused himself, Jack turned his attention back to Nick and Judy. "I'm pretty sure Bogo hates surprises. Let's go then. No reason to further our stay of execution." Stay of execution had been the right term for it, Nick decided as he leaned against the wall on one side of the door to Bogo's office while Judy paced in front of it. From behind said door, the volume of Bogo's voice seemed to go through various stages, most of which were either loud and angry or low and dangerous. The fact that the conversation, if it could be called that, had focused on Jack's disappearance three years ago and the apparent faking of his death made him feel like they were just waiting for their turn in front of the firing squad. Still, it was at least a little satisfying to hear Mr. Breaking and Entering get the teardown from the Chief. "It wasn't my call, as I've said twice," he heard Jack's voice say. Through all of the yelling, Jack's tone had remained calm and even, if a little apologetic at times. Now it was a little strained and rushed. "Someone dropped the ball. Someone who never bothered to inform me that they reported me as dead to the ZPD." "Reported you were dead in great detail," came Bogo's reply, and his tone lowered so that Nick had to strain even from his place right next to the door to hear what was said. "A report that said you were overpowered by the bear, and were forced to detonate the explosives while you were still onboard the yacht. A report that colored my reaction to Mayor Lionheart's Mammal Inclusion efforts, and nearly caused me to derail the career of one of my best officers before it had even started!" Casting a glance at Judy, who had paused in her steps to blink at the door, Nick gave her a lopsided grin and a wink when she turned her eyes to him. Actual praise from Bogo often came in the heat of the moment rather than friendly conversations and pats on the back. And that was pretty high praise, which caused a little pinking of her nose. That's right, beautiful. I don't call you superbunny for nothing. "Well, it looks like things turned out for the best anyway," Jack responded, where the only sound of reply from the Chief this time with a snort of derision. "It is actually Hopps, and her partner, that I am here to talk to you about." "What have you gotten my officers into, Jack?" Nick almost imagined he could feel the temperature drop through the door along with Bogo's tone. A tone that was devoid of patience, devoid of care, and only wanted to know one thing: What had the rabbit done to endanger his officers. It made the fox feel all warm and fuzzy inside and out, in a way. Not that he would ever tell anyone that. Then he realized that the Chief had called the rabbit by his... Well, Nick could only assume that it was his spy name, code name, secret identity, or whatever mammals who walked around breaking into police officer's apartments without a care in the world called it. But he had called Jack, Jack. It was a little relieving that he wouldn't have to keep a secret from The Chief, and from the look on Judy's face she was feeling the same way. "It's not something that I caused, but it is something that I intend to help correct," the rabbit injected smoothly, sounding about as affected by Bogo's lethal tone as he would have been from walking across the street. "This would be better said with both of them in here, if you would allow me?" "Wilde! Hopps!" "We're up, Carrots," he said, keeping his tone as light as possible. Not that he believed Bogo could actually blame him for being secretly poisoned. Well, maybe he believed it just a little. And maybe he was a little more nervous than he should have been, because Judy certainly seemed to notice. She came to stand beside him in front of the door and gave him a little encouraging hip bump. "We'll be fine. It's not like he can blame you for any of it," she assured him, confirming his own thoughts; a fact which made him release a windy sigh before he propped his drooping ears up and reached up to open the door. First thing he noticed, and was surprised by, was the fact that Jack wasn't sitting in one of the large chairs across from Bogo's desk like everyone else did. He was actually standing on one corner of the desk, his arms folded across his chest in a way that made the fox groan internally. The fact that the Chief didn't seem bothered by it gave the very clear impression that the buffalo saw Jack as an equal, which meant that the rabbit was very likely about to become his boss for the short term. The second thing he noticed was that Bogo's normally stoic expression flicked between Judy and himself, as if checking to see if there was a visible sign of what had caused Jack to get involved in the first place. Nothing to see right now, Chief, he thought as he easily climbed up into the chair next to Judy and sat looking up at the larger mammal. But give it time. "Over the last three months," Jack began, obviously seeing no need to wade in slowly. "There have been random occurrences of savage mammals throughout the city. There is no obvious pattern, no select group of targets as was the case with the Night Howler incident. Predator and prey alike have been affected, with various degrees of severity if you believe the ZIA reports on the matter. However, if you track the occurrences in correlation with the case files and the length of time between capture and containment, it becomes obvious that their involvement in the case goes deeper." "So, you're not actually ZIA?" Nick interjected, somehow managing to not to feel like an idiot when asking it when he already knew the answer. "There hasn't been a lot of 'our involvement' or 'we contain them' lingo going on, Jack." He noticed the slightly annoyed but mostly surprised look from Bogo. A look that turned towards the rabbit, who merely shrugged it off as if it meant nothing. "Somehow Wilde here was already aware of who I am." "Which he shouldn't be," Bogo concluded, and rested eyes that somehow always managed to look just a little pissed on the fox. "It's not like I've been breaking into government buildings and stealing classified information about rabbits," Nick grunted, making sure to keep his face as blank as Jack's was. "I was a street fox. People in that world talk. Not a whole lot goes on a city like this without someone noticing it, even if you don't want them to. And you, Jack, make noise, even if you need bunny hearing to catch most of it. You may want to consider dying your fur, though. Stripes are pretty memorable on a rabbit." This made Jack frown, which made Nick flash a cocky grin in return. "Back to the subject at paw," Bogo interrupted, his hooves folded neatly in front of him as he glanced between the two before he settled his gaze on Jack. "So that's why you're involved? You think that the ZIA is either the cause of this, or knows the cause." "More than think it, Bogo. I'm still not one-hundred percent on the reason behind it, but the effect is very clear. The ZIA is pulling a Lionheart, but they are doing it with beforehand knowledge of who the targets are," he continued, gesturing towards Nick with one paw. "As agent Lapin I was assigned to Wilde, to monitor him for the first signs of becoming savage since he was exposed to the toxin." And there it is, Nick thought as he watched the Chief's face turn from stoic curiosity, to shock, and then to worry as dark eyes settled on him. He had to resist the urge to show his teeth, just to see if he could get the massive buffalo to jump. It was a hard struggle, but he managed to hold it in when those stunned eyes turned to Jack. "It's pretty obvious that he's not a savage, Jack," Bogo said evenly, then frowned as his gaze moved between Nick and Judy. "Are we talking about the blue narcotic that Hopps was exposed to? Was Wilde exposed as well? Was that the cause of their... Encounter in the rainforest?" The fox nearly rolled his eyes at not only the mention of the rainforest, but at the fact that Bogo seemed to be considering the idea that everything that had happened between him and Judy had been the result of a drug. The eye roll was shelved when he saw that Judy was looking down at her paws with her ears pinned back, a small frown turning her mouth down as a look of concern wrote itself all over her face. She had obviously never considered that possibility, and neither had he. Because it wasn't true. "No." He wasn't even aware that he had said the word himself for a moment until she turned her eyes to him, but that didn't stop him from continuing. "That is not why, and it has nothing to do with what's happened between us. You know that, Carrots." Even as she didn't look convinced - with a lingering spark of doubt in her gaze that he wanted to stamp out - Jack interrupted. "I'm not sure you can say that with certainty about anything in the last 48 hours or so, Wilde. You were already under the effects of the toxin by the time you encountered the weasel, Edgar Stoat." The flare of rage came from deep inside him, a rage that he hadn't even known was still lingering. With his attention focused on Judy for the past two nights, there really hadn't been room left in his mind to even think about that fucking weasel and what he had done. But just the mention of him, and the fact that Jack was not helping him mollify Judy's ridiculous doubt caused it to bubble close to the edge of boiling over. "It's not the reason," he ground out, hardly managing to keep his voice from becoming a growl as he turned his eyes to Jack. The speculative look that the rabbit gave him only increased his irritation, and his ears folded back as he tried to ease back the emotion. "Then what was the reason?" Jack asked causally, pacing a bit along the length of the desk so that he was standing parallel to him. "She was hurt, not thinking clearly. She needed help," he provided, even though he already knew from the deadpan look the rabbit leveled on him that he wasn't buying it. He had no doubt everyone in the room could hear it when he started to grind his teeth, but he gave in and snapped his real reason. "I wanted her, all right! I had wanted her for months, but what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to say 'Hey, Carrots, I know I'm just a fox that you pulled out of the gutter, but I'm in love with you?'" "Nick," came her whisper soft voice from beside him, along with the light touch of her paw. "It's what I felt," he said in a low tone, relaxing the fist he had formed without realizing it when she stroked silky fingers over the back of his paw. "You hunted Stoat down that same night, Wilde." Jack seemed to have ideas other than calming him down, and after sitting on the edge of the desk and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his paws clasped in front of him, he continued. "What were you going to do when you found him?" The question made him jolt internally, and flinch away from Judy. He knew. That damned rabbit knew exactly what he had been planning to do to the weasel, and just the fact that someone aside from himself knew the truth behind the lowest he was sure he had ever sunk made his guts twist. The self-disgust was so intense that he pulled himself away from Judy, hopped down from the chair and paced away from them. "I... Don't know." "Was it the first time you thought about killing someone?" He flinched away from the words and the bunny, but even the self-reproach couldn't tamp down the flare of anger. His tail lowered along with his ears as he shook his head. "Yes. Wait, no! That... I wasn't thinking that," he said in a low growl, and watched as Jack held out a paw to Judy to keep her sitting when she started to rise. "Oh come on, Wilde," the rabbit said, jumping down from the edge of the desk. Nick watched him approach warily, his muzzle twitching with the desire to curl. "Last night you were ready to bite my head off for looking at her. This weasel hurt her. Put her in mortal danger. Who knows what might have happened if you hadn't gotten there in time. If he had stuck around long enough to finish the job. Maybe played with her a little beforehand. I heard some predators like to play with their food." "Stop it!" Judy cried as she jumped down from the chair and moved towards them. Nick was aware of the movement because of the shift in the dark ring at the edges of his vision. The world had drained of most of its color, and the rage wouldn't be pushed back. It boiled well past the edge, a white hot flash that mostly revolved around the idea of what could have happened. What might have been if he hadn't heard her scream, hadn't been fast enough to get to her before she ran into the forest. And the weasel would have done more if he had been given the chance\_.\_ The scraggly little bastard, with his paws on her; claws, teeth, scratching, biting, blood, death. "I was going to kill him!" he snarled when it all snapped, and he lunged towards the striped bastard who had put the ideas in his head. The only thing that held him back was Judy, who physically put herself between them and hugged her arms around his waist to push him back. "I wanted to tear his throat out, and I was going to do it! I couldn't stand what he had done to her, and what I had done because of him! I wanted to see his worthless corpse rotting in the gutter!" Bogo was already on his feet and around the desk before Jack halted him with a paw. He had backed up a step, but no further. To Nick's gaze, he looked unafraid on the surface, but the eyes of a savage could see every little quiver of muscle and quiver of ears and twitch of nose that signaled his desire to run. It only made him want to advance further, but the pressure against his stomach and the tight arms around him kept him steady where he was. "Nick!" Judy cried, and when he felt the pull of her claws through his uniform and into his fur, he stopped struggling against her. He'd been baited and he knew it, but that didn't stop the fury. She did, though. When he stopped struggling to reach Jack, his breathing coming in deep breaths that always exhaled on a growl, she relaxed her grip around his waist only to reach up and climb up the front of his uniform. He didn't resist, allowing his attention to be drawn from everything else in the room to the bunny that wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed herself in close to him. His paws came up to wrap around her in turn, though his grip was not meant to be soothing or comforting as the soft words she whispered to him were. His grip was protective, even if he already knew that what he felt the need to protect her from was not in the building. He breathed in the scent of her, nudged his head alongside hers just so he could be a little closer. Seeing the wide eyed surprise, the fear and the shock on the Chief's face confirmed what he already knew; it wasn't his own eyes that the larger mammal saw. The only person in the room who seemed to be calm was the striped rabbit, who watched the process of his calming with a familiarity that irritated the fox, but didn't do much to further his anger. When he spoke, his voice was calm and aware, but didn't share the thick tension that otherwise hummed through the room around them. "I am sorry for this display," he said, shoving his paws into his pockets as he wandered back to the desk and with an easy vertical leap planted himself on the surface again before he turned to face Bogo. "But I think everyone in this room needed to know how dangerous this situation is. How dangerous \_he\_is. And I needed you to understand, Chief, why I have to take them under my wing and off your hands for now. At least until a treatment can be found." Nick knew already that there was really no argument against a case like that.
Fembois: The Gift that Keeps on Giving (Head) by AnubusKiren	Oh hey, look, a story. >.> So, remember that time in my FA writing... career? tenure? that I actually released holiday-themed stories on their appropriate holidays? Yeah, that was fun. Here's a late Valentine's Day story. :3 XD Ildac brings his lovely Mistress Majorra a couple of boys to have some	[ "Angel", "Blowjob", "Demon", "Femdom", "Fox", "Herm", "Hermaphrodite", "Hypnosis", "Incubus", "M/H", "Mind Control", "Oral", "Zebra", "hypnotism" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148743-fembois-the-gift-that-keeps-on-giving-head	The big, heavy gift box landed on the floor with a thud, and a pair of what could have only been groans came from within. Ildac wiped his brow and took a breath, grinning wide at his equine lover and spreading his arms wide. "Happy Valentine's Day, Majjy." Majorra, normally a tall, grey-furred wolfess, had chosen to once again partake in some transformative shenanigans and made herself into a muscular, busty zebra. She cast a suspicious glance over the huge bow-topped crate, one brow quirked, ears flicking to the vague sounds of complaint coming from within. "Did you suddenly change jobs from angel to psychopath, Ildac?" The black-winged fox laughed and gave the box a firm kick, prompting another stream of muffled shouts and what sounded like insults to pour from within. "I just thought you could use a little... help." That smile quickly vanished under a flush of redness that flushed the whiteness of his cheeks. "Seeing as we went practically nonstop last night, and I'm still sore." "It was your idea to do the zebra thing again." Maj smirked, once again eying the gift crate. "So, did you bring a crowbar, or do you intend to moisten my nethers by ripping it open yourself, you big stud?" "The latter, of course." Another sharp kick to the front of the box broke open the front and sent its contents spilling out. More accurately, two slender, naked figures toppled forward, gasping and panting heavily, wrists and ankles bound together with duct tape. One of the captives, a bronze-skinned boy sporting shoulder-length silver hair, dark horns, and a long, thin tail with a spaded tip, spun around to glare up at the vulpine angel standing over his former prison. "Did it not occur to you to add air holes, you sadist?!" The other, a purple and blue fox with long, braided pink hair, just seemed grateful to have fresh air again. He looked up at the zebra woman before him and perked his ears. "Oh. Hi Maj." Ildac kicked the box to the other end of the room, where it crashed unceremoniously against a wall. "You know Feri, of course." he motioned to the fox. Then, in the demon boy's direction, "And this demonic slut is Kixxera. You can call him Kixxy, but if I know you--and I do--you'll just be calling him 'bitch' before long." "Oh fuck you." Kixxy glowered at the angel. "Look, if this is to punish me for the whole cult thing, I told you it's completely harmless! Look at Feri--he's fine!" "Uh-huh! I'm a good cultist." the girlish fox nodded. Nobody seemed interested in hearing either argument out. "So you got me two femboys for Valentine's Day?" The equine Majorra appraised her gifts with a growing expression of approval. Then, stepping around the tied boys, she pressed a kiss to Ildac's lips. "I love 'em. Thank you!" "We're fucked." the demon squeaked. "Yeah, probably." Feri didn't sound so worried, his eyes locked on the firm bulge between the zebra's legs. Ildac reclined on a nearby chair, one leg crossed over the other as he sat back to observe. "You don't mind if I watch, do you?" "You know I don't." Maj grabbed her toys by a leg each and dragged them over to her couch, where she sat and loomed over the two. "If nothing else, it'll be a good preview for what you'll be doing later tonight." "R-Right." the fox clammed up, cheeks flushed scarlet and pants tenting upward. He would have to watch very closely. Majorra scrutinized the two boys tied up before her. Kixxy had gotten up onto his knees and was trying to peel off the tape around his wrists. Arcs of violet energy and similarly-colored flames occasionally burst around the seams, and he kept grumbling about "fucking enchanted tape". Feri, on the other hand, looked quite at home being bound up, tail wagging behind him as he smiled at his new captor. The zebra grinned, tugging at the straps of her way too short tank top and pulling it up over her head. "At least one of you knows your place." "I'm a powerful incubus, I'll have you know." Kixxy grumbled, glaring up at her. "And if that spiteful little angel pet of yours hadn't found me, I'd still be sipping cosmos and eating fine caviar off the backs of whores at my club." "Wow, cosmos? What a girly drink." Maj pressed a hoof against the back of the demon's head, forcing him to the floor. "You start on those before or after Sex and the City?" "Fuck you..!" Feri giggled at Kixxy's side. "I'll be a good boy, Maaaj." "Oh, I know you will. I need you to show the little sex god wannabe how to be one, too." Maj locked eyes with the girly fox, her irises pulsing to life with a brilliant pink light. Twin spirals poured from her expanding pupils until they completely engulfed her eyes, bearing down on the fox with a hypnotic stare. It didn't take long at all for Feri to show signs of wavering, his posture slumping, purple and green eyes wide as he soaked in the light pouring down into his mind. Majorra could only laugh as she leaned forward, eyes practically throbbing with their innate mesmerizing power. "Honestly, anything beyond waving my finger in front of your eyes feels like overkill. Not that Ildac's much better at resisting." "Still here, Mistress." the angel mumbled, one wing folded around to cover his crotch. "Just sayin'. You know, in case you feel like talking more shit." "Always." Feri's eyes quickly took on the same deep pink glow as the zebra's, his mouth hanging ajar as he stared, helpless to resist. "O-Overkill... Yeah..." "You dumb, pathetic fox." Kixxy groaned as he pushed himself up again, Maj's hoof moving away from his head. "You can't resist a simple hypno-stare?" Maj turned her eyes to the demon with a wide smirk. Pink spirals whirled within her gaze and seemed to flow in the air around her, wisping and swirling endlessly into themselves. "Could you do any better, demon slut?" "O-Of course I... can." the girly incubus dared to stare up into those eyes, his brows knitted, lips pursed as he threw everything he had into weathering the storm crashing upon his mental defenses. He managed to last slightly longer than Feri had; it took a whole ten seconds longer for his muscles to go slack, his eyes to widen, and his shoulders to slump before his eyes began to mirror the dazzling spirals wrapping around his mind. "I'm not... gonna..." "You already have." the zebra purred, watching the two boys slowly sink deeper and deeper under her power. Feri swayed lightly in place, and Kixxy's struggle, while admirable, dulled and dulled until he, too, was staring blankly into the pretty pink glow. His eyes shone in the same light as Feri's, and the two boys slumped against one another, completely entranced. "There you are." Maj cooed, her lips curling into a smirk. "Who are my good boys?" "We are." the pair murmured in unison, bodies relaxed, eyes turned upward. Pink spirals swam through their vision, clouding their minds with hypnotic pleasure. Maj grinned down at her playthings as she tugged down her pajama pants, revealing the fat, hardening equine length hidden beneath. Her breath caught in her throat as she gave that shaft a squeeze, slowly pumping it before the boys' eyes. "Fffuck, I don't think I'll ever get used to this. How do you boys even deal?" "We fap. A lot." Ildac mumbled from across the room, but his commentary went silent as a glance into his Mistress's eyes stole away his words. A quick command from the zebra's lips, and he was busily stroking himself under the wing folded over his lap. Majorra left her spot on the couch and knelt between the two boys on the floor. She unfastened the tape binding their wrists and ankles, rose again, and made a point to slap both their cheeks with her cock before settling back on the couch, legs spread wide. "Now, sluts." she crooned, patting her thighs and casting her swirling gaze down upon her new thralls. "I know one of you is a cock sucking champion, for sure. What about the new boy, though?" A beckoning finger pulled Kixxy up to the zebra's thigh, a moan passing his lips as she cupped his chin and poured a bright flash of pink directly into his mind. "Think you can compete with Feri?" "Buh... uhhhh..." a tendril of drool dribbled down the demon boy's chin. The powerful light swirled around his eyes, his mind overflowing with the wolf-turned-zebra's power. "I dunno, he's... pretty fuckin'... gay..." Maj chuckled, and Feri blushed. The equine hypnotist drew Feri into her grasp just as she had with the bronze-skinned incubus and treated him to the same mind-melting blast from her eyes. "I'm gonna make you fight for your title either way, little fox. You'll do everything you can to keep it, now won't you?" "Yesssss..." Feri's tongue lolled from the side of his muzzle. "Gonna suck you so... good, Maj..." "Good boys." she leaned back and pushed her hips forward, hands guiding her thralls downward. Her dark, heavy balls hung beneath that enviable cock, and she wasted no time in pulling the two boys up against them. "Better start now, sluts." A duet of muffled moans joined Maj's pleasured gasp as soft lips and wet tongues caressed her smooth, sensitive balls. Warm saliva coated the loose skin holding them together, the sensitive nerves alighting with pleasure from the double-tongue delight slipping from her fist-sized balls to the base of her shaft. Furred fingers played through her little slaves' hair, enthralling eyes glaring down at them, ensuring they were the first things her eager sluts could see the moment their world wasn't obscured by horsecock. "Not bad, boys. Keep it up and I might even let you cum at the end." This promise tugged a moan from her playthings' lips, and she coaxed their efforts upward with a pull at their hair. Strong hands pushed the boys' lips against her shaft, and she couldn't help but let out a blissful sound of her own while their tongues went immediately to work. "Ffff... There you go." Two tongues, one bright blue, the other pink and long like a snake's, slurped and slithered their way up that long equine shaft. The hypnotized boys tasted and kissed Maj's cock, fingers squeezing the base as their mouths climbed higher. The peak of their journey throbbed as they drew nearer, and their lips met at the flared tip of that girlcock, joining in a messy kiss as they fought to see who could wrap their lips around it first. Their competition grew fierce as the equine woman's moans rose in pitch, and Feri finally won the first round, swallowing the tip of that shaft as best as he could from where he knelt. Kixxy, certainly not one to be outdone by one of his cultists, tilted his head and pressed his lips against the girth of that shaft. He suckled as hard as he could and coiled his tongue around her length. That smooth, wet muscle spiraled farther and farther down until it met her sheath and squeezed firmly. His and Feri's moans were nothing compared to the sounds Maj made now; hands grabbed at the couch cushions and nearly tore the fabric apart, hooves scraped across the floor, and plump, heavy breasts bounced as she bucked her hips forward. "You two..." she panted, licking her lips. "Switch. Don't give me that look, Feri. Demon boy deserves some, too." The pause between fits of ecstatic cries left a ringing sound in the air, but it was filled once more with the sounds of pleasure as Kixxy's lips sealed over her tip and Feri's tongue went to work on the thick, black length of that pulsing, dripping cock. "Ok, slaves. You've proven your worth." she said with a grin, clenching her teeth and managing to groan the words, "Stroke your cocks--No, better. Stroke each other's cocks. But don't you dare cum before me!" The room's ambiance became a chorus of hot and heavy breaths, pleasured whimpers and sighs, and the unrestrained groaning of a girl so very unused to having a huge, sensitive shaft between her legs. She shot a glance over to her angelic pet, still fapping in his chair, and pulsed her whirling pink spirals in his direction. "Don't you cum yet either, or I'll sic these two on you." Ildac's dulled eyes renewed with a brilliant pink light, and his pace evened out, his mouth hanging ajar as he mindlessly moaned for his Mistress, his blissful sounds joining the rest of the group's. Feri and Kixxy's tongues met at Maj's shaft again, and firm hands on the back of their heads ensured they'd stay. One set of hands shared the task of pumping that needy shaft, the other leaned over to the opposite boy's crotch to tug, squeeze, and stroke their tiny-by-comparison members to the edge of climax. The loudest moans, those belonging to the domineering zebra at the center of the fun, climbed to their peak as her boytoys' tongues worked her over. Her hips rocked forward, fingers tangled in her mindless thralls' hair, and she had to bite down on her tongue to hold back a shrill cry of bliss as her climax threatened to burst forth. "I c... can't... Cum! Ffffucking cum, all of you!" Kixxy and Feri's ecstatic wailing was cut off by the torrent of seed spurting into their mouths and making a mess of their faces. The two boys did their best to catch what they could, but two competing mouths weren't exactly the cleanliest pair, and more wound up splashing over their cheeks and into their hair than their mouths. Maj's equine shaft pulsed and throbbed hard as she emptied her balls onto her Valentine gifts, hooves scraping grooves into the wooden floor below, one eye opening to watch her angel fox pet make a sticky mess of his feathers. The disjointed cacophony of moans tapered off into a collective series of heavy breaths and sighs, and the nearly palpable sexual tension that had swiftly built had gone just as quickly. Maj ran her fingers through the girly boys' hair and grinned, heavy chest jiggling as she leaned forward to blast their empty minds with her hypnotic stare. "Good boys. Ildac picked a couple of winners." Feri's lips curled into a wide, sticky smile. "I'm a... good boy." "Y-Yeah. Good..." the previously resistant Kixxera swooned under her gaze, his spaded tail swaying slowly behind him. "That's what I thought." Maj smirked over at Ildac and beckoned him over. She waited until he was at her side, pulled him into a long, tongue-stuffing kiss, and motioned for him to join the others on his knees. "Such a giving pet I have. Sit with them for a while and look cute, would you?" "Yes Mistress." Ildac bowed his head under her firm ear-scritching, a wide, almost goofy smile spreading into his lips. He couldn't comprehend much of what was said after that, due to the rubbing caress to his ears, but what he did pick out made his heart skip a beat: "Your gift" and "tentacle pit", among some other choice words such as "lots of lube" and "these two can join". Valentine's Day was the frigging best.
New Life Pt. 1 night 1 by pop5on22	The trial was set against me from the very beginning, I never had a chance. Even though I had a rock solid alibi, I was still found guilt. Even though I had never Know the victim a day in my life , I was still found guilty. Even though there were hundreds of other more likely culprits, I was still	[ "Anthro", "Anthropomorphic", "Fox", "Male", "Nudity", "Pop5on22", "Prison", "Rat", "Story", "Tiger" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144689-new-life-pt-1-night-1	The trial was set against me from the very beginning, I never had a chance. Even though I had a rock solid alibi, I was still found guilt. Even though I had never Know the victim a day in my life , I was still found guilty. Even though there were hundreds of other more likely culprits, I was still found guilty of the murder of Fay Ambrosia. She was just a little fox no older than 16. She was found dead after a high school football game against my school. We never met we never said a word to one another and yet I feel I know everything there is to know about her. The court had one slither of evidence, an eye witness that claimed he saw the culprit running away from Fay's dead body. The description was vague at best and of course I fit the mold. Teen aged white Tiger wearing a school jacket. That's all they needed to lock me away , and no matter how much evidence was found that could have and should have cleared my name it seemed I was too deep in a hole to possibly climb out. In a small town when the community makes up their mind on something nothing can change it . I was tried as an adult and sent away to a low security prison. I was lucky enough not to have the death penalty put over my head but it was February 16th 2014 when I officially started my life as a permanent member of the prison life. My name is Michael Read , and this is my life's work . A journal starting from day one to my last in that prison. Day one I arrived on a buss late that evening and taken through processing which was invasive cold and crude. They stripped me down till I was naked holding my man hood between trying to keep what little dignity I could. They searched my body in a way that said I was no longer a person rather I was an object . They searched my mouth making me open wide as they all but jam their fingers down my throat to make me couch up anything I may have swallowed. They lifted my tail and searched my most private cavity. Starting with 3 fingers and going up to 5 they dug into me until I was ready to cry. My tears came , and they didn't stop for a long time. Next they took me to a dark room , a wet room, with brick walls . I stood waiting to find out what the purpose of that room was , I found out. It was abrupt and gave me no chance to gather myself, my tears were drowned out by high pressured water. It came at me like a cyclone forcing me up against the wall from my feet down to my knees until I was laying shivering in agony. But the end didn't bring peace, it was after the water stopped that I felt the true cold . I could hardly open my eyes as the guards dragged me from that wet hell of a room. They tossed me into a cell and threw my clothes on the floor near me. It took a long while just to sit up, getting back to my feet took longer. When I stood up I noticed I wasn't alone. He was a Rat , around my age. He was so skinny he looked malnourished even while wearing that orange jumpsuit. He didn't say a word , he just watched me with those green eyes. It took me a moment to realize he was staring at my crotch. When I looked him in his eyes he looked to my crotch then to my clothes and back to my eyes again. He wanted me to get dressed. I put on the jumpsuit and that's when he stood up from the cot and stepped to me. Frank- My name is frank He offered me his hand and i offered mine back. Shaking hands was probably the first human thing I'd been allowed since my arrival that morning. Michael- I'm Michael Frank- its nice to meet you Michael, welcome to cell block J He had a sarcastic voice when he said that to me. He went back to his cot and motioned for me to take a seat on the cot siting on the opposite side of the room. Frank- your my new roommate so I want to get a few things clear Michael- alright Frank- 1. I don't give a shit why your here , feel free to tell me or don't, ether way your hear so don't be a bitch about it 1. This is my side of the cell, that is your side of the cell , this is my bed , that is your bed , if I catch you on my side I will make your life hell 2. If there is no respect anywhere else or at any other time there will be when ether you or I are naked or taking a shit , that means we don't speak unless clothed and especially not when on the can And lastly and probably the hardest thing but you'll come to understand it quickly 1. I wont save you , I wont come to your rescue if the guards are beating you , I wont stop anyone from hurting you, we don't have to be enemies but by no means am I looking for a friend Before I could say a word I heard the call for lights out , the lights went out, and Frank had already turned his back to me to go to sleep.
Jhon the human Pt.5 Earth List ( Bonus Chapter) by pop5on22	Earth 1 Home to humans that became the predominantly flourishing species of the planet. Technology and lifestyle is in the twenty first century. Other animals do exist that which are intelligent and smart but none have made themselves know to the world as equal to the human race . The planet is	[ "Alternate Reality", "Alternate Society", "Pop5on22", "Space", "Story", "Story Progression", "Story Series" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148517-jhon-the-human-pt-5-earth-list-bonus-chapter	Earth 1 Home to humans that became the predominantly flourishing species of the planet. Technology and lifestyle is in the twenty first century. Other animals do exist that which are intelligent and smart but none have made themselves know to the world as equal to the human race . The planet is split up into multiple different nations countries and states. Earth 2 Home to many flourishing and diverse humanoid species that became the leading races of the planet. While most species are intelligent cows pigs fish and birds are not as evolved. Technology is consistent with the twenty-first century while lifestyle is decades behind . Music movies food clothing style and things of that general nature are behind. The planet is split up into multiple different nations countries and states. Very progressive and forward thinking. inter species relationships are promoted. With a world population small enough to fit in one country two at the most , the population is entering a baby boom. Earth 3 Home to a species of intelligent humanoid cat, dog, and bird people. Where primates do exist humans do not in this world. Technology is highly advanced and lifestyle is high class with a style that complements its futuristic day and age. The planet is split into five main countries two of which are at war, one is a utopia, another is a dictatorship, and the last is what is know as the waste land. While women do have equal rights through culture they tend to stay at home while the men work. Sex is condoned between a male and another male but marriage is not. Inter species relationships are allowed but frowned on thus they are few. Population is a constant world problem with it being so high, most countries neuter a selection of males at birth each year to keep population from growing. Earth 4 Ruled by humans and furs alike this world is split down the middle. With furs being an after effect of human's nuclear war , lab experiments, and other world factors humans stand on one of two sides. One side believes that furs are equals and because we created them we owe them a seat in our society. The other side believes that furs , no matter how intelligent, are animals and should be left in the wild or put down . Over the years furs have gained to much power to be cast out but the division still remains. This world is split into two hemispheres, one side that allows furs and another that does not. Both hemispheres are ruled by their own separate monarchs. Technology and life style are just a few years beyond the twenty-first century.
Shower fun preview by HornyBunny	#8 of Hal and Suzy A preview of a story I'm slowly working on. - Shower fun Hal, yawns and stretches sitting up in bed. The first thing he sees is his rock hard neon blue morning wood starting at him gently twitching to his heart beat. He smiles and leans down, giving it a kiss, a lick, and a suck.	[ "Adult", "Bedroom", "Cub", "Female", "Hyper", "Incest", "Lactation", "Lion", "Male", "Masturbation", "Mother/Son", "Pregnancy", "Rimming", "Shower" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146121-shower-fun-preview	Shower fun Hal, yawns and stretches sitting up in bed. The first thing he sees is his rock hard neon blue morning wood starting at him gently twitching to his heart beat. He smiles and leans down, giving it a kiss, a lick, and a suck. Next, he looks over to his side at his sleeping mother. Her back is to him where she fell asleep last night after Hal fucked her senseless. The lion cub smiles as a naughty idea floats through her young mind. The 8 year old lion boy crawls to his mother and moves down her back until he is looking at her soft round ass. He smiles as he spreads her soft cheeks apart and gives her tight pucker a lick. Sylvia shivers in her sleep at the lick. He runs his rough tongue across her tight wrinkled ring again and she moans softly stirring a little in her sleep. A third flick og his tongue across her anal ring and she moans louder "Naughty boy." his mother says as he starts licking at her hole faster and harder wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible. "Come on. We need to get cleaned up. You have school!" Sylvia moans out looking back over her shoulder while reaching back and pushing her son's muzzle away from her soft round ass. "Do I really have to?" Hal asks ducking his head lower and licking her pucker again. "Yes, now get in the shower and we can get "clean" together." Sylvia says rolling over and pulling hal into a kiss. She sucks and nibbles on his little tongue while snaking hand to his crotch and giving his hard boyhood a squeeze making him moan into the kiss. Hal frowns and sighs when the kiss ends and crawls out of bed. His mother smiles as she watches his little ass moving. The memories of the previous night returns and she remembers rimming his tight little boy hole while he ate her pussy and fingered her ass. His hard cock drags along his blanket and sheet leaving a glowing trail behind him adding more of the blueberry smell of his cum to the room. Once Hal hops off the bed he heads to the shower, his cock standing out in front leading the way. pre-cum drips from the head of his cock leaving a trail of glowing drops behind him. He starts up the shower turning knobs until he water is warm, but not too hot. He turns around and smiles as his mother stands there. Her pregnant belly standing out under her big, soft, round milk dripping breasts. His mouth waters at the thought of drinking her breast milk while thrusting his throbbing for attention cock into her wet, wet, inviting pussy until he unloads a massive load of hot, sticky, fertile cum as he tries to knock her up like he did the first time they had sex. Sylvia joins Hal in the shower with a smile "You've been a naughty boy." she says ruffling his head fur. She takes the shampoo off the shelf and fills her palm with the cool gel. She kneels down and starts rubbing the gel into Hal's fur. She works her hands around coating his brown fur in white foam until most of his body is covered in foam. She saves his crotch for last. She strokes her soapy hands up and down his hot hard meat.
Chapter I – Hello, I'm James… by Arsimael	#1 of Walking down the path of life - James and Saki I try to write some stuff down which is based more or less of my own life. Some stuff happend to me, other stuff is simply just for entertainment. But sadly for you, I will not tell :3 Enjoy - ## "Booooring..." I groan, closing the lid of my	[ "No-Yiff", "Red Panda", "Tiger", "computers", "technical" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148747-chapter-i-hello-i-m-james	"Booooring..." I groan, closing the lid of my laptop, waiting for the typical "beep" that indicated that all hard drives and moving parts had shut down. When the lights along the side had stopped blinking, I picked my laptop up and went out of the cafeteria. Coffee in one hand, my laptop under my other arm, I walked back into the office -- that is, if you want to call a huge room in the basement, filled with all kinds of computer parts and chips an "office." I went back to my seat and opened the lid again. The quiet, whirring sounds of spinning up hard drives filled the room, and soon the backlight turned on. The scripts that logged me into the 'net begin automatically running, and soon I was online again. "I'll get you, you motherfucking asshole..." My fingers ran over the keyboard. Codes, trace lines, scripts appeared at my command over the small screen. I could literally see the data packages flying through the lines. DE-CIX3, AMS-IX, LINX, a proxy in London, LINX again, EQUINIX, KIDC, a Server center in Sydney, SIX... that guy was damn good. I couldn't find the source, just more hops. Then, it appeared -- another hint! It was a log file. "Seems like someone forgot to clear the logs, eh? You're getting inattentive." I examine the file. Is it a trap, a fake, left behind to put me on the wrong way? No; it seems legit. I continue to follow the trail, hopping from server to server, proxy to proxy. A dead end. I run into a firewall. All my packages are getting dropped. So, this damn log file WAS a trap. I look up. It's way past midnight, and I am the last one. As always. I want to leave, but as soon as I yawn and grab my bag to leave, I have another Idea. I turn around and sit back down at my laptop, then reopen my programs and scripts. There had to be something else, perhaps in the cache of that router, a trace would be left after the log file was placed. The night goes on. I am on the hunt. My shoulder hurts... "James" ... - Ugh... leave me alone... "James" ... I know that voice. Is this Thomas? - I feel someone touching my shoulder. Ouch. A sharp pain runs through it, pulling me closer to the edge of waking up... "Hey man. If -HE- catches you sleeping here again, he will kill you. So, wake up!" - I open my eyes. It IS Thomas. FUCK. I lift up my head and look at my laptop. I forgot to put it on charge and now I am just facing a black screen of nothing. Damn. All my work is gone. "Hey, hey. Calm down." Thomas gives me a few friendly slaps on my shoulder. "He's not here yet." I look on my wrist and one of these old digital watches tells me it's 9:30 in the morning. This calms me down a bit. I yawn and stretch my arms and legs, trying to get rid of that tired feeling I still have. "Get your ass up to the showers. It will not help much, but at least you will not smell like you fell asleep on your laptop again." Thomas turns around and walks over to his own workstation, turning it on and taking a seat. "... morning... Thomas. - And... thank you." I get up, drag my still sleepy body slowly to the door. "No problem, James. But hurry up. Mike will be here in about 30 minutes." Mike. My boss is a bit weird. On one side, he is the leader of my team. He picked us and threw us together in that room full of crap, motivating us to go hunting and catch our prey. He is very strict, pushes us and requests our full attention all the time. On the other hand, he is one of us. He loves to forget time by talking about the pros and cons about new technologies. But he is also not like me. He is... socially accepted...? He doesn't have problems in going out. Going to clubs and stuff. Not like me. I enjoy sitting in my dark corner and be alone. Be for myself and do "my thing" as he calls it. But somehow, he managed it to put me up in one room with three other guys, making us work together and do our job. I think, he can be considered as a friend. I open the doors to the showers and start dragging my clothes off my body. I throw them into a bag with the other used clothes and put that smelly bag back into my locker. I really have to take that one home with me today and wash it. It's Friday anyway - means I'm free in six hours. I step into the shower and instantly start purring. The warm water, running down my body is a bliss. "Soooooo nice...." I whisper to myself and let out a soft relieving sigh. "Hey, no dirty things in here!" - I'm startled. "Mike?" I recognized his voice. " 'sup James? Fell asleep on your keyboard again?" I can hear his hands running through his foamy hair. "No...?" I act like I just came in from home. "Ah, come on. I saw your bike outside when I came in. And you would never leave your precious chopper here if you would have gone home. And IF you would have slept at home, you wouldn't be in at this time." He doesn't sound mad. He sounds... amused? "Mmh... yeah... I had was trying to catch the sergeant again and found a good trail..." I clench my teeth, waiting for getting told off again. "Found him?" Mike still seems not to be mad at me. "No... It was a trap. I ran straight into a firewall dropping my trace packages." I put some shampoo on my arms, rubbing it into my fur. "Well then, I have good news for you. I got a message from Interpol. They say he is somewhere in Seattle. Seattle? SIX! I fucking knew it! "Seattle?" My sleepiness is gone. "I... I was... yesterday..." I want to say things faster as my mouth can form the words. My mind is flipping. I need my laptop. FUCKING RIGHT NOW! I turn around, wanting to get out of here and... \>\> P A I N \<\< I forget about the about two centimeters' step from the shower to the locker room and bump one of my toes. I stumble and try to get a hold of myself, making a huge step forward and also forgot about how slippery wet tiles can be... My face smashes against the bench in the locker room and I can feel my nose trying to turn into some rubber-like material to avoid breaking. The pain is unbearable and tears shoot into my eyes. "Fuck! James! Are you ok?" I can hear Mikes voice, someone touches my shoulder again... ouch... it still hurts. I get turned around and I look into the face of a cheetah with a very worried face. Fingers are running through my face, pushing me, moving my head from one side to another. "Are you ok, buddy?" Worried eyes looking for signs of harm. He uses two fingers to check up my nose. "Does this hurt?" He presses his fingers against the tip of my muzzle, wiggling them a bit. I look into his eyes and slowly shake my head, his fingers still on my nose. Mike takes his fingers away and I can see blood on his fingertips. "No... I think... I am fine..." I sit up. "...besides my nosebleed." I swipe the back of my hand over my nose and look at the blood on my red fur. Blood runs down my nose, over my lips to my chin where it slowly forms little drops falling down on the ground. "And now I have a headache." I lay my fingers on the sides of my head and rub them. Mike is getting back on his feet, grabs a towel and ties it around his waist while handing ne over to me. "Here. Cover yourself up." I get back on my feet, take the towel and try to avoid smearing my blood on it. "Be more careful next time. Dude! Seriously you nearly gave me a heart attack. You are really ok?" Mike lays a hand on my shoulder. "Yes. I am ok. A bit shaky but ok." I sit back down on the bench which hit me just minutes before, watching my blood dripping from my nose, waiting for it to stop. While sitting down I can feel my body telling me to stop this abuse. Working all day, sleeping only a few hours and then jumping fully into work again. My legs feel weak, my heart still races and I have a deep feeling of being tired out. "Slow down James." Mike stands next to the showers, drying his fur. "You are not very useful if you work yourself up to the hospital. Go home. Sleep in. For once, forget work on this weekend and relax. You worked so many hours' overtime, take Monday and Tuesday off." I nod. "I will. But first, I need to finish one thing." I get up and get myself dry. I slip into fresh underwear, trousers and a shirt and leave the showers, heading back to the office. "Man, what the fuck happened to you?" Thomas greets me with a wide grin on his face. "Had an argument with the wet floor and the benches in the showers. - I lost." Thomas grins about my slip. "Thomas, I need your help. I was on the hunt for the sergeant yesterday, and I think I got him." - Thomas looks up. "Really? We hunt him since nearly a year now, how did you even found him? We lost track on him last week." I give him a sign to come over. "Here." I point on my screen. "See? He logged in at the forum at 22:04 out of the OVH network in France. Roubaix. From there the connection went down to the DE-CIX3." Thomas eyes follow my finger swiping over the screen. "From there to the Netherlands, London, Seattle, over to South Korea, Sydney, and then back to the US - Seattle. From there it goes into the local system. He switches from Level 3 to Comcast to AT&T. He's using home lines. Dynamic IP addresses." I open another file. "Here, see? This is the point I lost him yesterday." I point to the western side of Seattle. "He leads me into a firewall which made my tracers drop their packages. But he must be in this area somewhere. I think this home server here, is his entry point." I point on an IP Address on the log. "Dude. That's a WD NAS system. Who in the world would use a NAS as entry point?" Thomas looks at me with doubtful eyes. "Why not? See." I open my ssh client and type in the IP Address. After I hit enter I get asked for a username. "It's open. Someone there hooked his WD up to the 'net and forgot to turn the SSH service offline. From there you can literally go anywhere you want." Thomas still doesn't look convinced. I type in 'sshd and 'passw0rd' and press enter. [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)'s password: BusyBox v1.10.1 (2011-10-30 15:28:01 CST) built-in shell (ash) Enter 'help' for a list of built-in commands. [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) root # Thomas looks away. "Never underestimate the stupidity of people. - Go on, have a look at the logs. Th they're emptied, look at the cache." I shook my head. "No. Not allowed. We need an approval from the us officials." - "You know we will not get it. Taping a home line is not in their focus." Thomas looked at me. "Open the connection overview. Anyone logged in right now?" [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) root #w 23:27:24 up 19 days, 18:15, 1 user, load average: 0,61, 0,59, 0,64 USER TTY FROM [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) IDLE JCPU PCPU WHAT root pts/1 146.52.x.x 10:31 0.00s 0.28s 0.09s sshd: critterbee [priv] root pts/1 191.239.x.x 01:30 0.05s 0.38s 0.19s sshd: sarg3ant137 [priv] Both of your jaws fell to the floor. We found him. "That... This... Thomas, look at the IP. Is that..." Thomas got a hold of himself a bit faster than me. "Yes. It is!" he grabbed the phone. "Hi Mike. James got him!...... Yes..... A home line in Seattle.... Yes we have the IP, and I swear to god, your eyes will fall out... If we...? Yes I tell him." Thomas turned around. "Wireshark! GO!" I didn't need more words to know what was going on. I logged in to our AWS Account and booted up one of our proxy instances in North Virginia. After a few minutes, I logged in to the router connected to the nas box, and route all outgoing traffic to our waiting proxy with Wireshark. From that moment on, everything was visible for us. The river of data was flowing, and we could record every drop. "Wireshark is running. We're having it!" If Thomas wouldn't have such big fennec ears, his grin would go around his whole head. "Yes... You call them?... Ok. We keep our paws moving." Thomas hung up. "Ok James. What so we have?" Thomas sat down next to me. "So far, 23 pictures of cubporn, a few documents about [fur](http://dict.tu-chemnitz.de/english-german/human.html) [trafficking](http://dict.tu-chemnitz.de/english-german/trafficking.html) and the first five seconds of a rape video." I moved my laptop in Thomas direction. "The packages are from behind the Firewall.. We need to call them. I even got the internal IP Address. We got him! FINALLY!" When Mike came back this day, his grin was bigger than ever. "We got him guys. Or... 'her'. She got arrested about fifteen minutes ago." He turns on the TV in the back of our 'office' and switched to a local American TV Station in Seattle. Damn... The internet is a damn cool thing. Streaming and watching TV from nearly everywhere in the world. "... got arrested and is accused of breaking several laws. The police don't want to give out a statement yet, but it looks like Miss Delacroix days in the business management at Microsoft are over...." I looked a bit shocked. A woman? She did all of this? She was "the sergeant"? I turned around to Mike. "She is...?" Mike nodded. "She got caught with her paw in the cookie jar. Then the Security was entering her office, she was caught with her paw between her legs, watching the movie she was just uploading. What a pity." Mike turned the TV off. "She's a pretty lady. And she had a good job. Seems like she's going to enjoy the prison cells if America soon." Thomas huffed in despise. "Those people will not go to prison." He packed his laptop into his bag. "You will see. She will go to court and her twenty million top lawyer will pull her out. She will be free, buy some nice new outfits for her, and then she will wait a few months and hire at another company." - "Thomas..." Mike looked at him. "She got caught while she uploaded the stuff. Forensics will prove it was HER which made the clicks. She's done. You will see." Thomas grabbed his bag. "We will see. Want to make a bet on it?" He smiles at Mike, knowing he would win and to the surprise of everyone, Mike accepted. "Ok Thomas. If her adorable pandas' ass gets thrown into a tiny cell you have to do the weekend shifts for the next half a year. If she gets free, I will do them all by myself." Thomas nodded and left for his weekend. "You will see. She is back on action in three months. Anyways. Will see you guys on Monday!" The door closed. "That also counts for you, James. Your weekend has started. Go home. And I don't want to see you here on Monday. Take a few days off." Mike turned around and also left. "See you on Thursday." The door got opened and closed and I was alone. I don't like weekends. I mostly just sit around and do nothing. More or less waiting until the weekend passed by and I can go back to do something. But now I had five days off. It was November and I still had all my holidays for this year. Means, together with my overtime, I could stay home for two month. And I was already frightened by five days. I packed up my stuff and left. I put my helmet on and swung my leg over my bike. I pushed the starter and the engine was started growling. I so fucking love this feeling... I took a longer way home than I needed too. It was already November, but still warm enough to drive around on my bike without freezing to the seat. It was half past three in the afternoon and the sun started to go down. I decided to take the longer way home by using the landside roads instead of the Autobahn. I loved this. Driving along empty roads, the sun on my back, the wind stroking through my fur... I put my tail up and enjoyed the feeling of the wind tugging on it, stroking through my bushy red panda tail. I still could heat my driver instructors' words in my mind: "Always wrap your tail around your waist. If you have an accident, you could lose it." - Aaaah. Fuck it. I turned up the handle and could feel picking up speed. The engine roaring loud, releasing the 90HP, dragging me along the road. I was driving way too fast, but I knew, no one would care about. The streets were completely empty and I was the only one here. After a way too short time, I arrived at home. Parking my nice Honda in the garage and stepped into my apartment. Five days. How would I survive for five days? I put my bag to the side and walked over to my pc. I pushed the button and listened to the silent sounds of spinning up hard drives and starting fans. After a few seconds the OS Logo appeared and I could log in. I entered my password and walked to the bathroom for a pee. The starting sound was playing and I pulled down my trousers and pants, and took a seat. 'I could have a look into Second Life.' - I don't know why this ran through my mind while I released myself, but it seemed like a good idea. After I finished and flushed, I walked over to my computer. Just wearing my underwear, I took a seat in front of it. MY clothes went to the bin, together with the bag of dirty clothes. I would wash them tomorrow, and since I live alone, Window lids closed... Why should I care about clothing? I should get my mind off work. I started the Second Life client and logged in. [critterbee resident is online] I leaned back into my seat. Weekends.... What should I do first? I went through my old Landmarks. This seems to be a good place to start. I double clicked on a Landmark and the weekend could start.
Poem by master1988	#2 of Poems My first peom ever on this site - Poem part one A warm summer wind caress my body. And I am free to walk as what I was meant to be. Not human but as a Wolf. Four legs instead of two. Fur instead of skin. I am free. And I wish the same for you.	[ "Poetry", "Wolves" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144703-poem	Poem part one A warm summer wind caress my body. And I am free to walk as what I was meant to be. Not human but as a Wolf. Four legs instead of two. Fur instead of skin. I am free. And I wish the same for you.