Forceful Recruitment

Muttering to herself as she looked over the inventory of her tavern, Nia pursed her lips while eyeing up a few kegs of ale. Standing tall with her arms crossed, the wolf's fur showed her age, wisps of light grey visible in the fur that was glossy black back in the woman's heyday. Her coat wasn't the only thing that showed Nia's older age however, with the tall and broad canine's several scars likewise proving what a mighty warrior she used to be, before retiring to run her own inn. Though she'd been a near legendary mercenary back in the day, the wolf had had several close calls, too close for her tastes, finally deciding to put down her sword and settle down instead. With the battlefields far behind her, Nia was trying to decide whether the store of beer she had would be enough for that night's customers, or whether she'd have to quickly go out and get some more from the town's brewer. Usually, a few kegs would've been plenty, but the woman knew just how enthusiastic the band of soldiers that were coming over were about drinking. Fearing that the mood might turn a bit rowdy, even more so than usual, if the tavern ran out of ale midway through the night, Nia sighed and stepped out of her storeroom, looking around for her assistant. On the other side of the inn, a young and slender cat swiped the floor, humming as her tail swayed in rhythm with her tune, her pitch black fur occasionally almost entirely disappearing into the shadows as she silently walked around. Immersed in her own thoughts, the feline's ears perked up at the sound of Nia shouting for her, 
“Cleo, hello!?”
With her broom still in hand, the young cat dashed over to the bar in the main room of the inn, smiling as she stood at attention, 
“Over here~!”
Nia let out a small sigh, the old warrior’s hands at her hips as she looked over at her assistant, 
“I ought to put a bell around your neck one of these days, just so I can keep track of where you're going. You can't be sneaking around when I need you, spare this old woman's poor eyes and ears.”
Cleo giggled, sitting down at the bar and setting her broom down, 
“What can I help you with?”
“I'd like to make sure we've got enough ale for the entire party tonight, can you run down to the brewers’ and tell Caleb that I'll buy another few kegs.”
Almost about to turn around and get back to preparing the tavern for opening that evening, Nia remembered to add something, not wanting her ale spilled all over the streets again, 
“Oh, and don't try to carry the kegs yourself this time around, just tell the boys there to bring them over here. God knows they get enough beer on the house that they can afford a few minutes of labour for me.”
Sitting up, Cleo nodded and dashed off, sprinting out the front door, 
“On it!”

Nia watched her apprentice disappear from sight, a soft smile creeping on the wolf's muzzle. Though a little inexperienced, the cat was learning more and more every day, a great helper to the old woman with her aching and slowing body. Nia had taken the feline under her wing when Cleo had been just a tiny little kitten, caring for the girl for years, more of a mother than a mentor. The wolf jumped slightly as a voice suddenly came from behind her back, 
“Oh, don't tell me we're entertaining those brutes again.”
Giving a startled grunt, Nia spun around to see a feral fox standing on the counter top, almost face to face with her, a glowing amulet hanging from the four-legged canine's neck, his tail swishing slowly behind him, nearly knocking over a few bottles of cider, 
“Finney, will you please stop startling me like that. And watch that tail of yours please, you've already cost me one bottle of wine.”
A lizard woman chuckled while making her way down the stairs, having overheard the conversation while stepping out of her room, her white robes flowing over her deep green scales as she looked down at the mildly annoyed old wolf and the aloof fox staring at one another, 
“Finn, leave the poor woman alone. Though he is right about those ‘brutes’, you really should just tell them to shove it where the sun don't shine~”
Smirking, Nia turned to her friend, 
“Sorry, Mari, but some of us actually need the paying customers. We can't all have wonderful friends who'll simply let us stay in their taverns free of charge all the time.”
Mari sat down opposite the canine, snapping her fingers as the feral fox disappear in a puff of smoke, appearing on the seat next to her a moment later, petting Finney as she smiled, 
“Oh, you'll get your money, more than my tab says I owe you even, just as soon as I find those artifacts. I'm just days away from hitting the motherlode, I can just feel it, and then I'll be rich enough to make sure we can all live without having to work a day in our lives again.”
The lizard’s familiar nodded in agreement with his mistress, the fox's tail swinging excitedly as his amulet glowed, 
“She's right, we've almost found the temple where the relics are hidden.”
Mari glanced at the feral male with an amused look, 
“We?”
Nia just gave a small scoff, getting back to prepping her tavern to be opened later that day, 
“I'll believe it when I see it. But up until then, I can't exactly turn down paying customers, especially not when they're paying this well. Now, can I get you two anything, or can I get back to work?”
Finney hopped to stand on his back legs, setting his front paws on the bar as he reared up, glaring at the offerings in the back room as his nose twitched, 
“Well, some breakfast might be pleasant, since you're offering.”

Though Nia's inn would've usually already been swarming with life by the time that midday gave way to afternoon, on that particular day it was still almost entirely empty. Only the wolf herself, her assistant, and her friend along with the mage’s familiar were scurrying around in the tavern, getting everything ready for the evening’s event. The entire place had been hired out by the city guard in order for the soldiers to spend some time unwinding and relaxing, a reward by the baron of the town due to the efficacy of the guard, as well as to welcome in some of the new recruits. Neither Cleo nor Mari, or the lizard’s feral companion, were very fond of servicing the soldiers even during the normal nights, as they in particular tended to get a bit more rowdy whenever drink was involved. Nia however never turned the guardsmen down, letting them enjoy her establishment whether it be for a drink or two after a shift guarding the city gates, or for a larger celebration. The canine knew that it was for her best interest to keep the city guard happy, what with the bunch being the ones to keep everyone in town safe, whether it be from bandits and marauders outside the city walls, or the thieves inside of it. In addition, the soldiers were paid enough that they could more than make up for the occasional bit of damage they'd cause when their unwinding got a bit too rough, most of the time anyways, being one of the more lucrative classes of customers for the wolf. Nia still didn't find the idea of having her inn filled to the brim with the soldiers particularly appealing, but she hoped to just grit her teeth and struggle through the night, hoping that at least she wouldn't have to replace any tables this time around. As the day began turning towards the evening, the soldiers guarding the city got off duty and began pouring towards Nia's tavern, only those who'd earned themselves a punishment for misbehaving or being insubordinate staying behind to man the walls and guard posts. As the inn filled up more and more, dozens of soldiers still clad in their uniforms marching in, cheering and whistling as a roar of chatter filled the building, Nia knew that just her and Cleo couldn't comfortably handle all of the customers. Thankfully for the woman, Mari was no stranger to helping out her friend behind the bar whenever things got a little out of hand, happy to lend a hand even though she was a visitor at the inn rather than an employee. As the three ladies got to work, busy mostly ferrying platters of drinks to the tables and empty mugs back, the sun began to set outside of the walls of the inn. 

With the evening starting off very busy, Cleo did her best to keep up with the clients, serving the people seated in the dining room, though it was more of a drinking room with the soldiers there. The cat was more used to staying behind the bar most nights, helping out by cleaning and cooking while Nia handled the front of the inn, but when the tavern was flooded with so many and so demanding customers it was all hands on deck. Dressed in a fine, white dress befitting a young waitress such as herself, Cleo tried not to show the frantic nervousness on her face as she hurried from one table to the next, barely able to keep up even with the other two ladies handling their fair share of the customers. One particular reason that the feline usually preferred staying out of view of the drinkers at the inn was the loss of inhibition that a mug of ale or three would bring about, often turning even the most upright of citizens into drunken, slurring, debaucherous idiots by dawn. And the soldiers working at the city guard usually weren't even quite so upright to begin with, which meant that they quickly turned downright lecherous as soon as they'd gotten a few sips of liquor down their gullets. Being a young, beautiful kitten, Cleo was bound to catch the worst of the randy behaviour as she trotted around the floor of the inn, making for an additional layer of anxiousness on top of the pressure of having to service so many people at once. Holding several drinks on a tray over her head as she tried to squeeze past crowds of soldiers roaring with laughter, Cleo kept up her smile as men whistled and eyed her up from all sides, all while the table she was delivering the drinks to yelled for her to hurry up. Scurrying over to the group, the cat leaned down to set the mugs of ale down to the table, only to give a surprised yelp as she felt a hand on her inner thigh, her eyes shooting wide open. Quickly standing up straight and jumping back as the entire table erupted into laughter, the girl looked over at who had groped her, seeing a woman probably twice her age staring back at her, a lioness with a downright predatory glare. The guard stared down the flustered cat, her hand still up Cleo’s dress and on the young feline's thigh as she brought her other hand over to her maw, sticking her tongue out between two fingers and mimicking cunnilingus, all while the men around her chuckled and cheered her on. Clutching the tray to her chest, Cleo quickly batted the hand off of her and backed away from the group, her face bright red as she hurried off into the crowd, just hoping she wouldn't have to serve that particular table much more that night. She knew that those sorts of wishes weren't very realistic however, going by how quickly the guards were pouring the drinks she'd just brought over down their throats, probably already in need of a refill a few minutes from now. 

Standing behind the bar, serving the throngs of guards that were staggering about on the other side, Mari hurried from one end of the bar to the other, dragging her tail behind her as the mage panted. Though not quite as young and slender as the cat prancing around on the floor of the inn, the lizard’s shapely body, and especially her rather sizeable chest, were still quite the sight for the soldiers. As she slammed down drinks in front of the drunken and slurring guards, Mari couldn't help but to feel the lewd gazes on her, smirking to herself as she watched the captivated audience from the corner of her eye. The woman's familiar wasn't quite so amused by the crowd however, Finney’s eyes rolling as he sat on the far end of the bar, scoffing at the way the men were practically jumping in their seats every time his mistress simply bent over to grab something. As she was pouring yet another mug full of mead from a keg, Mari spotted one of the soldiers, a big and burly brown bear, shuffling closer to her, a grin on the man's face. The ursine soldier leaned over the bar, having to raise his voice slightly just to be heard over the roar of the crowds, 
“Hey there, sweetheart. You have a man waiting for you back in your room~?”
Smelling the stink of alcohol on the bear's face, Mari laughed at the question, shoving a drink into the soldier's hand, 
“Maybe, what about it?”
The bear took a long gulp of his drink, slamming it down onto the table as he wiped with muzzle, giving the lizard a wink, 
“In that case, we can go back to my room instead of yours~”
Giving an annoyed groan, Finney trotted over to the bear hitting up on his mistress, galloping across the bar and having to jump over more than a few mugs and arms, 
“Can't you see that the lady isn't interested, you low-class idiot?!”
Another soldier peeked around the surprised bear, a female jackal, glaring at the familiar with a wide grin, 
“It can talk?”
Finney rolled his eyes once more, sitting down and flipping his tail to cover up his paws, trying to keep the patrons from spilling their drinks on it, 
“Of course I can, I'm the one who should be surprised that you can do the same.”
Switching seats to get closer to the talking feral, the woman reached over to rub the fox's chest, 
“You know, you really can't be too picky about who you bag when you're out in the field, needy and lonely. Usually there are some guys around who can help with that, but sometimes you need to resort to some other, more… animalistic means of getting off~”
Creeped out by the drunken lady, Finney grimaced and backed away from the gropy jackal, hopping off of the bar while Mari just chuckled, watching her familiar curling up around her legs. 

With the night getting started in a rather familiar and rowdy fashion, Nia focused her efforts on keeping on top of the rush, helping the young cat out on the floor. Carrying drinks and the occasional bowl of stew to the thirsty and ravenous crowd of soldiers, even Nia got a good handful of suggestive comments and flirts tossed her way, her age, scars, and muscles seemingly only turning a good portion of the guys on even further. Ignoring the more lecherous part of her customers, the wolf continued toiling away alongside her feline apprentice, just thankful that no fights had broken out this time around, not yet at least. After an hour of taking care of her patrons, with their unending thirst for liquor still not even close to being sated, Nia already felt the first pangs of exhaustion, panting softly as she ran from table to table. Her hard work was put on pause however when someone suddenly grabbed the hem of her shirt, giving it a tug to draw her attention. Turning to see who it was, the old wolf saw the captain of the guard standing behind her, wearing his usual sly smile, always looking like he knew more than the other people in the room. The captain was a canine just like Nia, though a hound rather than a wolf, sporting deep brown fur and a striking pair of yellow eyes, a few scars on his neck and snout. The man wasn't quite as long in the tooth as the wolfess running the inn, but certainly had a good amount of years of service under his belt, having run the guards for as long as Nia had been in the city. The dog gave a nod towards the bar, motioning for the owner to follow him as he began heading towards the back room, seemingly wanting a more private place to chat rather than shouting in the noisy main floor. Though she didn't necessarily like abandoning her friends in the middle of such a rush, Nia couldn't exactly turn down the captain, not when he was the one paying for the entire celebration in the first place, following a few steps behind the man as they both headed into the back room. 

Away from the crowds, the man gave a slightly relieved sigh, adjusting the fancy outfit he had on, his armour resembling that of the lower ranks’ but with more embellishments and flourish,
“I see you run as tight of a ship here as you did in the field back in the day.”
Nia nodded and crossed her arms,
“I like to do things right, doesn't really matter if it's commanding a battle or running an inn. I assume everything is to your liking?”
The captain nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, strapped to his hip, 
“Oh, most certainly. I was just reminiscing about what you were like in battle, years ago. You were great, and I think you could still be just as good, if not leading a charge then at least directing the action from the back line.”
The wolf narrowed her eyes, a suspicious look on her face, 
“Where are you going with this?”
“Well, you know that I'm always looking for good recruits to my company. And you also know that the baron is always on the lookout for more successful businesses to add to his retinue. And I think we could strike a deal that could leave us all very happy and content.”
The dog looked out the door, staring out at Mari and Cleo as he continued, 
“I could see the young girl being quite something with a dagger in her hand and a bit of training. And that mage of yours, easily already worth a dozen men in the battlefield, it's difficult to find people so attuned to magic. All three of you could earn a pretty penny in my company.”
Seeing where the captain's speech was leading to, Nia gave a small grunt, 
“And my inn?”
“The baron would be willing to purchase it from you, for a hefty amount of coin. That, and your wages under me, would mean that you and your friends could live the rest of your lives in luxury.”
Shaking her head, Nia chuckled, 
“No thanks. I'm quite content with my life right where it is, I don't need any more arrows or blades tossed my way. And I'm pretty sure my friends would agree with me on that.”
Walking past the hound, Nia patted the man on the shoulder with a dismissive grin, 
“Now, I've gotta get back to work, before your little gremlins drink their cups empty and start a riot in my tavern. Feel free to stay and enjoy some ale yourself.”
Leaning against the wall, the captain watched the wolf walking away from him, tutting with a disappointed look, 
“I'll relay your message to the baron, but I can assure you that he won't be very happy.”
Unsure of what exactly the man meant, whether it was a threat or simply his way of warning about the local lord's disappointment, Nia sighed and walked out into the main floor, just hoping she hadn't just talked herself into yet another tax increase. 

Getting back to work, the wolfess made note of the fact that the captain stayed at the celebration, trying to keep an eye on the man as best as she could while simultaneously keeping up with the crowds of thirsty customers. Nia didn't know what exactly the man was up to, but she felt an instinctive itch in the back of her mind telling her that something was going on, something that she probably wouldn't enjoy very much. Catching glimpses of the captain every now and then as she made her way through the crowds, the woman could see him speaking with different groups of people, always off to the side and huddled up slightly, as if talking about something secret. As the night went on, the other two ladies began to feel the mood shifting as well, noticing that the soldiers were glaring at them in an odd way when they had their backs turned, something more than just the drunken lust in their eyes as they stared at Cleo and Mira, keeping the pair on edge. Realising that the roar of the in had quieted down considerably, mostly just low murmurs and private chatter rather than the cheerful yelling that had dominated the space just an hour earlier, Nia froze on the spot. Standing in the middle of the tavern floor, the wolf looked around, spotting the captain on the other side of the room, their eyes meeting as the man suddenly gave a sharp whistle. In an instant, nearly all of the soldiers sprung up from their seats, dozens of armed and drunken guards rushing towards Nia as her jaw dropped to the ground, the deafening roar of battle cries and screams shattering the quiet night. In a split second, Nia's warrior instincts came out of retirement and kicked in as the crowd of men surrounded her on all sides, trying to fight off her assailants. The wolf didn't get more than a few punches off before being overpowered by the sheer number of soldiers however, knocking a handful to the ground before she herself was brought down as well, shoved onto the floor and pinned in place as she growled and roared. As the woman struggled and squirmed, she tried to look around for any sign of her friends, spotting through the mass of guards that both of the other two ladies had suffered the same fate as she had. Cleo was pinned over a table while Mari and the lizard’s pet were both being dragged behind the bar, all three of them swiftly overpowered and detained, all while the captain watched it all happen with a sly smile from the sidelines. 

Kicking and whimpering as her arms were brought behind her back, her face planted against the table she was bent over and a hand wrapped around her muzzle to keep her mouth shut, Cleo tried desperately to squirm free of her assailants’ grasp. The young cat couldn't do much against the crowd of men surrounding her on all sides however, unable to get them to budge an inch as she was lifted off of the table and hauled off. With her feet dragging on the floor, the little feline was brought to the middle of the room, the groups of soldiers clearing out and pushing aside some tables to leave an empty space, perfect for what the captain had planned. Cleo was shoved onto her knees on the floor, tears in the panicking cat's eyes as she looked to her side to see Mari and Nia both in a similar predicament. Whooping and hollering, the soldiers bound the three womens’ hands behind their backs with a length of rope, even hogtying poor Finney as well, the four of them left utterly helpless and defenceless as the captain stepped up in front of them, glaring down at Nia with a grin, 
“I wish you'd just accepted my offer. But oh well, you can only lead a horse to water, you can't make them drink. Maybe some time alone with my men will do you lot some good, get you to rethink your lives~”
The dog waved his hand dismissively as he turned to leave, walking off as the crowd of guards descended down on the helpless ladies once more, Cleo’s terrified squeals intensifying as someone grabbed her ears from behind, yanking at them hard. 

The feline's face was pulled straight into a lizard’s crotch, his pants already pulled down and his manhood slapping against her snout as she let out a startled gasp, another man grabbing at her clothes from behind. While her face was still getting rubbed in the moaning reptile’s crotch, his girth grinding against her soft cheeks as precum drizzled all over her snout, Cleo felt her clothes getting ripped off of her, the young woman's white dress falling to the floor in tatters as the soldiers around her laughed in a lecherous cacophony. The lizard sunk a thumb down the side of the feline's maw, prying her muzzle wide open as she desperately tried to shake her head and plead for the crowd to stop, her begging for mercy falling to deaf ears as it was quickly muffled by the man shoving his cock deep down into the cat's throat. Gagging on the rock hard shaft crammed down her gullet, her snout shoved right up against the scaled man's sack, Cleo flailed and choked with her hands tied behind her back, her panic only increasing as another dick slapped against her face, a few other men likewise pulling out their cocks all around her, seemingly all waiting for their turns with the girl. Thankfully for the other soldiers, the lizard didn't last very long, left feeling rather sensitive after so many drinks and already lusting for the lithe cat all night long, barely getting through a few good thrusts into Cleo’s snug throat before he came with a hard roar. The first shot of seed splattered down into the girl's maw, but the rest were sprayed all over her face as the reptile quickly pulled out, aiming his tip at the black cat while pumping at his spit-covered shaft. Cleo was left coughing up cum as the man kept her head still by yanking on her ears, flinching as rope after rope of the sticky seed draped over her face and snout, shooting all over her eyes and head, a few stray ropes decorating her chest and thighs as well. Before Cleo had any time to catch her breath and recover, the lizard had already passed the sobbing and panting girl over to the next man in line, a well-endowed canine eyeing up the terrified feline with similar intent as she whimpered. 

Watching her apprentice getting abused at the hands of the soldiers, Nia growled and snarled like a feral beast, trying to fight off her attackers as several of the men held her down on her knees. The wolfess wasn't safe from the torture and humiliation of the guards either however, with one stepping out from the crowd after she was forced to watch the young cat receiving another load. The soldier had a muzzle and a collar in his hands, taken from one of the guard hounds the men employed, still stinking of a feral mutt as the grinning man approached Nia. Dodging the restrained woman's bites, the man slipped the collar around her neck before clamping down her snout, slipping the muzzle onto her to keep the canine lady from using her fangs, leaving her only to growl as she stared daggers at the laughing crowds all around her. As if Nia's humiliation couldn't be taken any further, the soldier clipped a leash onto her collar, yanking her onto her feet as another man produced a knife from his hip, slashing off the woman's clothes and leaving her fully in the nude. With her arms bound behind her back, a collar and a muzzle on her as if she was a stray hound roaming the streets, Nia was dragged through the crowd of cheering and jeering soldiers. The wolf still tried to fight back, planting her feet firmly and trying to tug at the man holding her leash, unleashing a flurry of kicks at anyone who got close to her, but a few of the guards flanked the canine lady with ropes fashioned into flogs and wooden canes in their hands. As the first smack came down against her bare back, Nia's scream of agony was muffled by the muzzle secured around her mouth, her head rearing back as a cane whipped against her ass cheeks a second later, her entire body flinching from the searing sting. Desperately holding back tears, her eyes slightly wet from the first blows she'd taken, Nia had no choice but to meekly walk behind the soldier leading her by the leash as if she was just another one of their trained mutts. Every time the wolfess even looked like she was slowing down or trying to squirm free of her bindings, several smacks from the whips and the canes immediately sent her back in line. The immense shame and humiliation of her treatment hurt almost as much as the red streaks developing all along Nia's backside, leaving her snarling in her muzzle as she was paraded around her own inn like a show animal, ogled and groped by the crowds she was dragged through. 

Watching her friends being humiliated, Mari grimaced, her expression changing to terror as a few of the men whipping the wolf suddenly turned to look at her instead. Gasping as several pairs of hands grabbed onto her and ripped her robes off, exposing her breasts and slit, the mage tried to cover herself up while her familiar strained on the floor, trying to wriggle free of the rope around his legs, 
“D… don't you dare touch my mistress, you brutes!”
Finney quickly shut up as soon as one of the soldiers glanced his way, his tail curling around him with a nervous gulp as the same drunk jackal from before eyed him up, recoiling from the stench of alcohol on the woman's breath as she leaned up close, 
“Oh, you're so adorable. But I think you'd be even more so without this~”
The jackal grabbed the fox's magical amulet, his eyes wide as he shouted, 
“H… hey, don't do th-”
Finney’s speech turned back to feral yips and barks as the woman yanked the amulet off of his neck, leaving the fox quivering with a mixture of terror and anger as she laughed, glancing back over at the familiar’s mistress before she began to untie the rope around the male's legs, 
“You want this pretty amulet back~?”
Unable to talk, Finney scrambled up to his feet, nodding meekly as the soldier grinned, 
“Alright then~”
The jackal pounced on Mari, knocking the lizard onto the floor on her back as the mage let out a startled yelp, kicking and struggling as the woman held her down, a few others quickly grabbing onto her legs and spreading them open. The jackal laid the amulet onto the lizard’s bare belly, right above the grunting woman's crotch, reaching further down to spread apart Mari’s pussy lips while she stared down the frightened feral fox, 
“Come and get it then, all you need to do is to show your ‘mistress’ how much you love her first~”

The men around Finney and Mari burst out into laughter as the pair glanced at each other with anxious looks, both frozen in place before someone suddenly grabbed the canine from behind, pinching the nape of Finney’s neck and tossing him on top of the woman as he yipped. Forced to mount the lizard, the fox grimaced with shame as he felt another soldier reaching between his back legs, fondling around for a moment before finding his sheath, only needing a few good pumps to get his knotted length to peek out. Mari bit her lip as her familiar’s tip pressed against her slit, unable to focus for long enough to summon any of her magical powers to assist her, the mage’s mind racing in terror and humiliation. A hard shove from behind plunged Finney’s manhood into Mari’s cunt, her uncomfortable moan and the male's feral grunt getting another round of roaring laughter from the crowd gathered around the two as she shuddered. Though he certainly didn't want to mount his mistress, the fox didn't have much of a choice, pressing his chin down against the soft scales on her belly as he pumped his hips back and forth, unable to deny how wonderful the woman's tight grip felt squeezing around his cock. Mari closed her eyes, her face red from embarrassment as she tried to stop herself from making too much sound while the canine rutted her, the lizard’s toes curling as she felt his knot grinding against her entrance. Just glad that she hadn't chosen anything bigger than a fox as her familiar, the mage gasped as Finney finally tied her, clenching up as the canine manhood inside of her twitched and throbbed, drawing out a soft growl from him as he emptied his sack inside of his mistress. The jackal brushed the fox's tail out of the way to get a good look at what was going on, grinning with a chuckle as she spotted the knot buried between the lizard’s lips, a trickle of feral seed pouring from Mari’s creampied slit, 
“I don't know how there magical creatures work, but I sure do hope they can't knock you up, otherwise you might be getting a litter of kits soon~”

The lizard mage wasn't the only one getting creampied, as the men making use of the tied up kitten were getting tired of waiting for a turn with her muzzle. Thinking that Cleo had plenty more perfectly fuckable holes that could be put to use, a stallion came up from behind the kneeling girl, grabbing her by the throat while she still had her mouth full of cock. As tears streamed down her face, Cleo was shoved down onto the floor, the dick momentarily slipping out of her maw as she gasped for air and flopped around, quickly pinned in place and forced to swallow more cock once more. The stallion yanked the young feline's tail out of the way, getting a muffled screech from her as he pulled on it hard, her legs quivering as the man pressed the tip of his girthy shaft against the cat's pussy lips. With her face buried in another soldier's crotch, struggling just to breathe in between the needy man pounding away at her muzzle, Cleo’s sobbing intensified as the equine took her from behind, cramming his thick manhood into her pussy. The stallion let out a lusty grunt as he sunk balls deep into the young woman's tight cunt, able to tell that he was the black kitten's very first lay, relishing in taking Cleo’s virginity as he bucked inside of her hard, making her entire body quake and tremble with every thrust he gave. Screaming against the cock in her throat, Cleo’s eyes streamed with tears as the ruthless horse fucked her, yanking on her tail and slapping her ass until his seed streamed deep into her womb, overflowing and bubbling out of her slit as his girth throbbed balls deep inside of her. 

Dragged around the room, whipped and flogged while the soldiers all around her jeered loudly, Nia's entire back was covered in painful welts and streaks of red by the time her leash was given a hard yank, dropping her to her knees. Before the wolf could even catch up to what was happening, a guard jumped out from the crowd in front of her, a female sparrow cloaked in brown and grey feathers. The avian had her loincloth pulled aside to reveal her bare slit, a few strings of cum leaking from her mound, having seemingly already taken a load or two from her fellow soldiers while enjoying the show of the three ladies being abused and humiliated. The bird grabbed Nia's muzzle, pulling the covering off and immediately thrusting her crotch against the canine, simultaneously shoving the wolf's face between her thighs, the men all around her cheering as she grinned. Finding her snout plunged against the sparrow’s pussy lips, groaning as the other woman humped and rubbed the creampied cunt all over her face and muzzle, Nia's nose was filled with the lewd scents of musk as cum stained her fur. Seeing that the kneeling tavern owner didn't seem too keen on servicing her in the way she wanted, trying to struggle free of her grasp while snarling with a furious glare, the avian glanced off to the side and motioned one of the other soldiers to hand her a wooden cane. With the stick in hand, the bird whipped Nia's back, drawing out an agonised growl from the wolfess as she once more shoved the canine's muzzle against her mound, stroking the other woman's sore hide with the cane as she smirked. With no other option left but to obey, Nia closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue deep into the sparrow’s pussy, lapping at the moaning and chirping woman's cunt as cum from several men flooded into her maw. Having deliberately held in as much of the cum as she could, the bird pushed the several loads worth of seed out into the wolf's mouth as Nia ate her out, only adding to the old soldier's humiliation. The sparrow huffed with a perverted smile, one hand on the back of Nia's head to keep the canine licking, the other hand holding the wooden cane in case the wolf slowed down or tried to squirm free. 

Gasping while lying on top of his mistress, gritting his teeth as the softly shivering Mari’s slit gripped his knot, Finney looked up at the lizard with a mortified expression on his face, embarrassed at what he'd just done. The fox had barely caught his breath by the time the mischievous jackal that had forced him to breed his mistress stepped over to him, picking up the magical amulet from Mari’s belly and slipping it back around Finney’s neck, the fox's squeaking turning back into strained grunting and moaning. The feral male didn't have long to relish in his ability to talk being returned to him however, gasping as a set of hands suddenly grabbed him up, yanking his knotted shaft out of Mari’s pussy without any warning, getting a sharp squeal out of both him and the mage lying on the floor. Finney squirmed in his assailant’s hands, his legs flailing in the air as he snarled, yelling with a terrified quiver in his voice, his dick still dangling out of his sheath, fully erect, 
“L… let me go! Unhand me, or… or I'll… my mistress will cast a most horrible spell on you!”
Finney was tossed down onto a table, grunting as he thumped down, rolling onto his side to see that his attacker was a lion towering over him, the man's barbed and girthy cock poking out of his pants. The feral canine gulped nervously as the lion chuckled, pinning the fox down against the table before nodding towards Mari, letting the familiar see how several others almost immediately pounced on the helpless lizard on the floor, 
“I think your owner is gonna be a bit too busy to help you out~”

Shivering with fear, Finney could only stare ahead as he was rolled back onto all fours, dragged right to the edge of the table and his bushy tail yanked up, his entire body tensing as he felt a finger caressing his pucker, brushing aside the fur concealing his tailhole, 
“Oh, what a lovely little hole you've got. I bet you've never even had it pounded, the poor little thing. You deserve a better owner than that lizard, someone who'll give you what you deserve~”
Finney yipped in terror as he felt a wet and warm tip pressing against his asshole, burying his face under his paws as the lion spit a glob of saliva onto his tailhole, squirming as the soldier's manhood massaged his sensitive rump to smear in the spit. With the sounds of the three ladies’ screams and whimpers echoing around the inn, the fox braced himself and only added to the choir with a whine of his own, his claws digging into the wooden table as the man behind him grunted and began working in the barbed girth. With one hand holding the base of the feral canine's tail and the other his own cock, the feline guard sunk his tip into the tight tailhole, pushing harder and harder as the pucker began to loosen and stretch out around his shaft, sliding deeper inside with the help of the makeshift lube. Finney’s whimper grew louder and more intense with every inch of the lion that he took, before finally turning into a wail as the latter half of the thick pole stretched out his ass, the barbs caressing his sensitive hole while the soldier yanked his rear back against the rock hard cock. As soon as he'd gotten his entire dick balls deep inside of the yelping and screaming fox, the lion began hammering away at the feral male, his thrusts causing Finney’s erect and knotted shaft to swing back and forth under the canine's belly, spraying droplets of cum everywhere as the man moaned loudly. With his hips crashing against the fox's rump, padded by his soft fur, the feline soldier drilled as deep as he could inside of the magical familiar, hilting himself inside of Finney before unleashing his load, the first spray already causing cum to gush out of the whimpering fox's newly stretched out tailhole, drooling down the feral's back legs as Finney trembled. 

Mari watched in horror as her familiar’s tailhole was creampied, getting a glimpse of the shivering fox as Finney’s assailant pulled out of his asshole, cum flowing down the feral's backside as another man almost immediately took the last one's spot. The lizard couldn't see much beyond that however, only able to listen to the canine's grunts and whimpers as the soldiers around her blocked the view, crowding closer to her to make use of all of the mage’s holes. Spread eagle on the floor, her arms still tied as she wriggled in a panic, Mari was taken from both sides, her asshole, pussy, and maw all plugged up by cocks, one load after another dumped inside of her. The more impatient ones in the crowd didn't even bother with getting inside of the squirming lizard, just standing over her and jerking off while she was fucked by the others, shooting their ropes all over her belly, face, and breasts, covering her scales in thick wads of cum. The rest of the ladies, as well as the fox, experienced the same treatment likewise, getting fucked by one soldier after another, passed around like a bottle of cheap ale, pumped full of cum and their furs splattered with the same stuff. Buried beneath a wave of horny guards, each pent up after a busy few weeks with very little time for rest and relaxation, Nia got the honour of being their stress relief, barely even getting a gasp of air in between having all three of her holes used simultaneously. The wolfess had almost completely lost track of time, fairly certain that she'd even passed out a few times in the chaos of being used like a breeding mare in heat, but by the time that the soldiers were finally beginning to get tired and spent the woman could see a few rays of sunlight beaming in through the window. 

Overflowing with cum, too exhausted and sore to move a single muscle or do much of anything but to whimper softly, the three ladies and the mage’s familiar were all dragged together into one pile once the guards were done using them for their amusement. With her head resting on Cleo’s belly, Finney lying across her lap with a stretched out tailhole and a very sore grimace on his face, Nia looked up to see the captain strolling over to her, stopping a few steps away. The canine smirked at the pile of well-used women, his nose twitching as he chuckled, staring down at the previously proud wolf, 
“I hope none of your neighbours are up and out yet, this place smells like a brothel, and not the reputable sort either.”
The captain snapped his fingers, squatting down next to the tied up group as one of his lackeys quickly marched over, setting down a pot of paint on the floor and handing a brush to the hound as he smirked, 
“I'm quite certain that anyone walking in could already see what you are, but I think it's best to mark all four of you anyways, just to make sure there's absolutely no confusion about your place in this world~”
Dipping the brush in the paint, the captain drew lines across Nia's bare belly, getting a shiver from the fellow canine as the brush hairs tickled her sore and whipped body, biting her lip with a soft whine as he wrote all across her, spelling out “whore” in large letters. The man did the same with the mage, the young cat, and the familiar as well, marking them all as nothing but toys to be used for pleasure before he stood up, stepping back to admire his handiwork. With a grin, the captain tossed his brush down, satisfied with his artistic skills, 
“Now, I'll give you a little more time to think about that answer you gave to me earlier. You'll be useful to my company, whether as a soldier or a slave, I'll let you and your friends decide which would be preferable.”
Turning to leave, the dog glanced over at his men, most of them still getting dressed and staggering about, waving his hand dismissively as he walked off, 
“Leave them tied up there, I'm sure someone will find them eventually.”
Groaning as she watched the soldiers beginning to head out, her entire body aching from the abuse she'd received, Nia couldn't hold her eyes open for a moment longer, quickly slipping into an exhausted slumber as soon as the last of the guards had departed her tavern, leaving her and her friends in one big messy pile in the middle of the floor.