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REALLY a Chapter 2, as Vull has actually featured in a number of other stories based on this canon timeline, however, this is the same Jaro and Vull that you can read about in Chapter One, here on FA: [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56361756/]https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56361756/[/url] (If it is not posted on this site I can repost it just comment below <3 )\n\nJaro is a male green dragon with a distaste for the blatancy of mammals, and Vull is a blatant mammal male tiger. Vull was foolish and ended up as Jaro's pet, and [b]NOW Jaro has to do routine maintenance to take care of Vull.[/b]\n\nI will be writing this as a series, one chapter per month. If you are interested, I have an opening for Chapter 6, which I will be writing in June.\n\n[i]The current opening is for a violent/sadistic/psychotic 'friend' of Jaro's, who will go too far with Vull, leading to potentially permanent damage (commissioner's choice of what). There are no limits, however there is a possibility that Vull can be 'fixed' later on, with the power of magicks. [/i]\n\n[i]If you have interest in seeing other characters - such as fellow doms of Jaro, friends/family of Vull, etc, showing up, that can also be arranged. This is a commissioned series but it is open to other people splicing ideas that they have onto it if it fits the vibe. Thank you![/i]\n\n\n[url=https://subscribestar.adult/charnparn]Posted earlier on the Unfortunut Subscribestar![/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It's not REALLY a Chapter 2, as Vull has actually featured in a number of other stories based on this canon timeline, however, this is the same Jaro and Vull that you can read about in Chapter One, here on FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56361756/ (If it is not posted on this site I can repost it just comment below <3 )

Jaro is a male green dragon with a distaste for the blatancy of mammals, and Vull is a blatant mammal male tiger. Vull was foolish and ended up as Jaro's pet, and NOW Jaro has to do routine maintenance to take care of Vull.

I will be writing this as a series, one chapter per month. If you are interested, I have an opening for Chapter 6, which I will be writing in June.

The current opening is for a violent/sadistic/psychotic 'friend' of Jaro's, who will go too far with Vull, leading to potentially permanent damage (commissioner's choice of what). There are no limits, however there is a possibility that Vull can be 'fixed' later on, with the power of magicks.

If you have interest in seeing other characters - such as fellow doms of Jaro, friends/family of Vull, etc, showing up, that can also be arranged. This is a commissioned series but it is open to other people splicing ideas that they have onto it if it fits the vibe. Thank you!


Posted earlier on the Unfortunut Subscribestar!", "writing": "Jaro and Vull, Chapter 3: Pretty Kitty\n\n\nVull felt every one of his two hundred and fifty pounds, as he crossed the perfectly polished marble floor of Jaro's antechamber. The incandescent torches that lined the walls caught the matted, starched whorls of the tiger's ragged pelt, pushing down against the hunched shoulders and curled tail. His black stripes, once immaculately groomed and trimmed, were just tufts of fuzz, barely more than stubble, his skin laid bare for the dragon's enjoyment. He was not used to the exposure, and his bones ached from feeling chilled and cool every day for the last week.\n\n\nHis expression looked as tired as he felt, but that was not to be unexpected. He had not had a night's sleep since the Ice and Fire incident, the tiger unable to find a position where his abused, chafed, and scalded genitals were not rubbing or pressing against one thing or another. His orgasm had come at a terrible price, and despite being un-caged and un-chained, he could not get any kind of enjoyment from touching his maleness. Even holding his dick while he pissed burned, his inner urethra flushing with what felt like melted metal needles each time he released himself. \n\n\nThe last thing Vull wanted to do, now that he actually had his equipment back, was use it, and that realization had filled him with a darkness that he had not yet felt before. Despite that, despite how sorry he felt for himself, a chill slithered up his spine as he saw the smooth, bevelled chrome disk in Jaro's scaled claw. The dragon flipped it, end over end, a malicious smirk adorning his long, sleek draconic muzzle.\n\n\nIt was a portal. \n\n\nVull's eyes, dimmed with the tiger's exhaustion, darted between the glinting metal portal in Jaro’s hand and the dragon's knowing eyes. He knew what was going to happen, but he wasn't ready for it, not yet.\n\n\n\"Sir, please,\" Vull said, his head lowering respectfully, his hands clenched into fists. \"Not yet...\"\n\n\n\"Your posture is slipping,\" Jaro said, airily, scraping a talon across the outer rim of the portal. Something hummed into life, a harmonic whine establishing into a silent quantum shimmer as the portal activated. \"You are clearly over burdened, and miserable.\"\n\n\nVull straightened his back, his ears folding back. He felt his throat bob, and he felt the aching, bruised cords of his testicles whine in discomfort as his heavy eggs swung from thigh to thigh. His dick, unable to fully retract or to get hard, hung in an impressively thick half-curve over his naked testicles. It was still puffy, still tender. It was an angry magenta, the barbs still inflamed and painfully sensitive. \n\n\n\n\n\n\nIt didn't help that Jaro had insisted that Jaro stroke his raw, inflamed, tender shaft with his naked hand each following morning. The dry rough pads of his paws were torturous over stimulation against his chafed flesh. The sensation was almost pleasurable, but the raw inflamed pain that accompanied it far outweighed any chance that Vull had to actually climax from it. Vull had asked Jaro to stroke him instead, begging for the smooth, cool scales of the dragon, but Jaro had refused. \"You wanted your cock and balls back, pet, I want to make sure you are making good use of them,\" he had said, the humor in his voice rolling ingratiatingly across the tiger's fevered brain.\n\n\nVull hadn't cum, though. The excitement to play with himself, just a regular masturbatory session, had been enough to get his sensitive organ straining hard, his salty precum stinging against his parched flesh. His balls still burned from the chemicals that had been injected into them, and the burn of that old ache mixed with the new ache of being backed up only added to his weariness. \n\n\n\"You've been dripping on my floors for long enough. I was patient,\" Jaro said, as he handed the portal to Vull, the smooth and familiar ring heavy in the feline's fingers. \"But you have rejected my generosity. I see no reason to allow an ungrateful brat to exploit my charity. Put the ring on.\"\n\n\nJaro reached down, and cradled the tiger's heavy scrotum in his palm. To be fair, while he felt no particular feeling towards his pet having or not having genitals, he did enjoy the wince of discomfort that Vull made as the dragon's fingers closed around his delicate orbs. The tiger's shaft, still a scalded pink and chapped, throbbed with a fresh blob of precum. It drooled down the underside, and Jaro churned the thickened glands between his fingers as it did.\n\n\n\"I detest waiting, pet,\" Jaro purred. \"Put it on.\" \n\n\nVull stared at the ring in his hand, smooth and discrete, laden with the horrid tortures that he had been forced to endure, his naked muscles bristling with a flush of panicked resistance. \"I need just... one day more. I'm still too swollen, too painfully sensitive. I want to appreciate your.. treat but I can't, not yet. What can I do? Just to give me one extra day.\"\n\n\n\"You can slide your cock and balls through this portal, or I can remove them from your body, permanently, and you can slide them down your throat,\" Jaro said. He cupped underneath Vull's chin, lifting the feline muzzle up to stare down into his eyes. \"As much as you enjoy being tortured, I don't think you'd enjoy losing your little toys permanently, would you?\"\n\n\nHis eyes glanced down, catching the sight of the feline's erection, and then drew slowly back up, a contemptuous smirk across his muzzle. \"Or perhaps you would.\" \n\n\nVull shuddered. Jaro's question lingered in the air of the room, mingling with the heavy, oppressive silence that followed. He looked down, staring at his thick pride, his balls clutched in the dragon's paw, and at the small ring glowing in his hand. \nIt pulsed, a hard, insistent throb that made him wince. He hated it. Hated the way his body betrayed him, hated the way it still craved... anything. He would never have gotten hard at the idea of being emasculated, a year ago, but now his dick dripped with the thought of it. He didn't want it, but every time he had ejaculated, it had been because he was about to be, or was, being emasculated. The horror and revulsion and the arousal and excitement were getting all mixed together in his mind. He didn't want it, but he couldn’t help it. \n\n\n\"It won't fit,\" he objected, finally. All of his former swagger was now reduced to petulance, but he had to at least try. There was a reason Jaro was keeping him around, had allowed him his equipment back. The dragon wanted him to use it, and Vull was failing, too caught up in feeling good to realize what was expected, desired from him. He slid his free paw down to wrap around his erection, holding back a grimace at the rough, dry texture of his finger pads against his own cock. He stroked slowly along it, towards the tip, his cock throbbing at the sensation but his mind shrieking at the over stimulation. \"Just look, Jaro... my cock, my balls, they're too big now for that tiny little portal. The rim's barely two inches across, you can't possible expect-\"\n\n\nJaro chuckled, interrupting him. “Expect? You mistake your role.” He twisted his paw, crushing the tiger's sensitive balls against each other as he pulled down on them, tugging against the over extended, inflamed cords as he pulled Vull close enough to share their breaths together. \"I expect you to stuff those soft, over ripened fruits you call testicles into the portal. I demand your preposterous shaft follow suit. And then, I expect you to complete your task.\"\n\n\n'Just do it, and get it over with,' Vull rationalized to himself. 'Submit, obey, play his stupid fucking games, and maybe he'll let you go. He'll pull you back out of the portal.' But another part of him just wanted to laugh. Why would Jaro release him again? Jaro hated him, enjoyed nothing more than making him suffer, and was clearly relishing the subjugation that he was demanding Vull inflict upon himself. He didn't want to put on the portal. He knew that the hopeless agony that would follow would hollow him out again. He had only that morning finally started feeling whole again, and now he was being forced to give it all up. Again.\n\n\nThere was something worse, though. All of the dread and fear the flowed through him, the particular anxiety that you only felt when you had to hurt yourself, but woven in between those negative feelings was a spark of desire. It was twisted, and it was wrong, but it flared to life deep in his gut and he could not pretend he didn't feel it. He had felt it before, the night that he had allowed Jaro to strap him down to the table. A peculiar urge to feel his need to control be taken away from him, to be helpless to the whims of another. It mocked his horniness, his urge to escape and resume a normal life. His body thrummed with it.\n\n\nHe wanted to throw the ring away, to flee the house entirely, to leave Jaro as a soiled blot in his past. But he knew that he wouldn’t, because deep down, he was starting to feel that this was what he had been craving all along. The submission, the power, the helplessness, the.. lack of control. He could feel the portal’s gaze, cold and unyielding, as though it were a living thing waiting to consume him. And Jaro, looming and watching nearby, was clearly enjoying his reluctance.\n\n\nHead bowed in shame, he held the ring back to Jaro. \"Sir,\" he started. \"I can't do it. I can't put myself into the ring again.\"\n\n\n\"You can't?\" Jaro growled, \"Or you won't.\"\n\n\n\"I... can't.\" Vull shifted uncomfortably, his naked skin trembling with unfelt shivers. \"I need you to do it for me.\" His lips pulled back, his head lowering deeper in shame. \"I'm.. sorry.\"\n\n\nJaro's expression changed, his cold amusement turning to offense. \"Really, pet? You're sorry?\" The dragon snatched the ring back out of the tiger's paw. \"You, who have failed me at every turn, who has selfishly indulged yourself with your own pleasure, you dare to ask for something in return? \"\n\n\nVull's eyes widened, and he shrunk down and away from the dragon, realizing immediately that he had gone too far. He panicked, and reached for the portal, only for Jaro to lift it out of the way.\n\n\n\"How dare you make demands of me?\" Jaro seethed, his voice low and dangerous. \"You don’t get to make demands. You’re nothing but my toy, Vull, my disposable toy that has still somehow managed to disappoint me. \" With a swift and cruel motion, Jaro reached out and took the portal from Vull's hands. His claws hooked into the root of Vull's scrotum, tugging the tiger to himself with a crushing force that made Vull cry out in pain. His balls bulged between the dragon's fingers, and Jaro's breath was hot against his face, his golden eyes blazing with anger and contempt. \n\n\nThe dragon brought the portal down, crushing his palms together. Vull curled over, grunting as his heavy orbs were mashed up against the inner ring of the portal ring, and clung to the dragon's upper arm. With a cruel smile, the dragon twisted his paws, grinding the two eggs together. There was no way that they could fit through, not at the same time, but Jaro pushed them through anyways. Vull shuddered at the audible wet crackling sound, a sickening noise that made him whine in a sharp keening sound.\n\n\n\"Mercy,\" he whispered, knowing full well he would not be afforded any. His balls were distended, flattened and crushed together, and with a painful rush of relief, he felt them flop through, slapping down into the open air of another area. He could feel them, just hanging in the open air, somewhere else. He bit back a sob of grief, knowing that he would not be seeing them for a long time again... \n\n\nIf at all.\n\n\nThen, Jaro gripped Vull's still straining erection, his fingers wrapping around the thick, hot flesh. Vull throbbed, his claws prickling into Jaro's thick bicep, as he felt his cock bent crudely downwards.\n\n\n\"Too long, it's too long,\" he tried to protest, feeling both sides of the portal press against the base of his shaft, and just beneath the glans. Nine inches was too long to fit through the aperture, at least lengthwise, but Jaro didn't care. A clawed thumb pushed into the center, the veined length bulging around the insistent pressure. Vull could feel it bowing as the underbelly of his shaft was forced down into the portal, his erection straining to remain erect. The smooth metal rim crushed over the feline's sensitive barbs, flattening them against his dick, and he yelped as one of them was scraped clean off. \n\n\n\n\nVull screamed, the pain excruciating but also quite familiar. He had been shaved, plucked and trimmed repeatedly in the last months, but feeling it again reminded him of his place. His cock folded in half, as Jaro stuffed it brusquely down through the disposal portal. The seeping tip, still quite erect, straining and thick, tore as it was crushed past the rim of the portal. He could feel the skin peeling away from the tissue underneath, the It was sudden and brutal, and then it was over, the tiger's equipment taken away from him once again. \n\n\n\"Thank me,\" Jaro said, as the tiger continued to cling to his arm. The jock's body was limp, defeated, his snout buried into the side of the dragon's chest. Vull looked up at him, eyes wet with tears of pain, confusedly. \"Thank me, for giving you what you wanted.\"\n\n\nVull blinked, releasing the dragon's paw, his body swaying but his equipment dangling meatily in some other place, still and untouched. He could feel the gap again, between his legs, could feel the solid metal ring pushing flush against the naked, hairless skin of his groin. He stared at the lack, the chrome stamp of Jaro's ownership. His tail curled up between his legs, and he grasped it, holding it and wringing it between his paws.\n\n\n\"Thank you,\" he finally muttered, his brain flooding with humiliation. He felt so small, so pathetic, the pain a welcome distraction from the complete collapse of his confidence from stud tiger to limp, pathetic worm. \n\n\n\"Louder,' Jaro said. He stepped past Vull, shouldering him out of the way as he strode down the center of the room, towards the main hall. He was not waiting to hear it, but Vull knew that he was still expecting it. \n\n\n\"Thank you!\" The emasculated tiger shouted. He was exhausted, and nearly delirious with the rushing, conflicting emotions that flooded his brain, but underneath it all.. he was grateful.\n________________\n\n\nThe Punishment\n\n\n\"Panties,\" Vull said, quietly, his cheeks already flushed with nervous embarrassment.\n\n\n\"Panties?\" asked the clerk, the sleek red-furred fox looking over the top of his spectacles at the tiger. \"What kind of panties are we talking about?\"\n\n\nVull squirmed. He glanced away, his arms folded over his chest, keeping his trenchcoat closed. There were no buttons, no zippers on it, and he was hoping nobody would notice that his feet were unshoed underneath. His tail lashed along the inside of his coat in agitation. He did not want to get frog-marched out of the mall for indecent exposure, after all.\n\n\n\"I dunno. Pink ones,\" Vull said, trying to look nonchalant. \"A dragon, uh, called earlier. He placed an order. I'm here to pick them up.\"\n\n\n\"Oh, so you're Jaro's prized Siberian,\" the fox said, a smirk sliding across his muzzle. His bared canines were neatly aligned, and gleamed with false sincerity. He stepped out from behind where he was folding shirts, and circled Vull like a connoisseur inspecting a rare sculpture. \"Tall, broad shouldered, and hopelessly straight. He certainly has a type, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n\"I'm not straight,\" Vull managed to say, resisting the urge to wrap the coat tighter around his imposing frame. He expected, briefly, to feel the heavy garment against the front of his flaccid shaft, but was reminded yet again that his equipment was out of reach, gone but for a hollow ache in his groin. \"Jaro sent me to pick out some garments, to make up for.. a decision I made.\"\n\n\nRaynard gave Vull the side-eye with one raised eyebrow. \"Come on now, we both know this isn't about what you want,\" he cooed, tracing a claw along the edge of a white lace bra that hung innocently on a nearby rack. \"This is punishment, isn't it? A game for Jaro's amusement?\" \n\n\nVull could feel his hope that the fox might be an ally, an associate who might be sympathetic to the tiger's desperate situation, deflate. The fox's eyes glittered with knowing delight as he cupped his chin in one paw. \"Umm, no, it is just.. a task. Gotta pick stuff up. It's not even for me, really.\"\n\n\n\"Oh, sure, of course it's not,\" Reynard said, nodding understandingly. \"You're FAR too manly to be caught wearing fishnets, right? Well, unfortunately, you probably didn't know this, but Jaro doesn't place orders, he gives instructions. And his instructions were to find the perfect pair of underwear for your 'new body'.\" The fox paused, relishing the tiger's discomfort and the guilty look on his blocky muzzle. \"I'm still gonna need to take your measurements. We want to make sure we get the, what did Jaro request? That's right, tawdry. That's what we're aiming for.\"\n\n\n\"Not so loud, please,\" Vull asked, barely whispering. His ears were folded back against his head, heated and red. An ewe who was trying on a fancy church hat turned to look at him, her lips turned down into a frown. \"I am... really not into this kind of stuff.\"\n\n\n\"He said you might suggest that,\" the fox said. He sucked his lips against the front of his teeth, giving the tiger a knowing wink. \"What happened? Did you mess up a household chore, and so now you have to dress up like a maid for a week?\"\n\n\n\"Something like that,\" Vull admitted. So the fox knew about Jaro, knew about the whole tasks and challenges shtick. Great. Vull hugged around his chest, tighter. \"I have to, um, repay his... generosity.\" \n\n\n\"Well that's just great. Unfortunately, I would be remiss if I bedecked you with anything less than the very best undergarments that a ~stud~ like you deserves, so, I will be needing to see you. Naked. Go on, take the trenchcoat off.\"\n\n\nVull glanced over to the hallway behind the fox, to the changing stalls that were offering a bit of privacy. \"Okay, which room do you want me to go into?\"\n\n\n\"Tsk tsk,\" the fox said, clicking his teeth. His tail swished with predatorial glee. \"You misunderstand. Changing stalls are for paying customers. You are a pet.\" He gestured to an open area, between two racks of clothes that needed to be reshelved. \"Strip.\"\n\n\nVull's tail lashed through the air behind him. \"What, there?\"\n\n\n\"Yes. There. Come on, don't waste my time. This isn't your body anymore, stripes. It is owned by the dragon. You're merely leasing it.\" Reynard placed a slender hand on the small of the tiger's back, guiding him towards the space. The racks were only waist high, offering scant protection from the well dressed shoppers nearby. \"Go on, drop that filthy coat so we can make you a pretty boy.\"\n\n\nVull sighed, and shrugged out of the coat. It crumpled to the polished floor, the feline's bared form revealed. His pelt was little more than fuzz, and his taut musculature was bared, his buttocks clenching into tightened dimples as he exposed himself to the other shoppers-by.\n\n\nHe heard the gasp, as it rippled from one customer to another. He heard a giggle, and felt the stare of random people looking at him. He cupped his hand over his groin, attempting to hide the sleek chrome ring, the empty circle emphasizing the emptiness inside it. It was an open wound, sharing the feline's emasculation to anyone who might snatch a peek.\n\n\n\"Oh, lovely,\" Reynard said, as he cupped openly against the tiger's bared groin. \"Such an efficient and effective accessory. It really brings out your... lack.\"\n\n\nVull bristled, shifting his stance and raising his chin. Behind him, people whispered, their hushed tones painting invisible, judgmental strokes across his naked body. He could hear the clicks of cameras capturing the feline's disgrace, his vulnerability being uploaded onto the internet for the world to see. \n\n\nAnd all the while that people ogled and captured snapshots of himself, Reynard measured him, adjusted him, and examined him. His inner thighs, his buttocks, his tail, the vulpine pressed a soft cloth tape against his flesh against each. At one point, he gripped the tiger's tail, twisting it up into the air to bare the soft star underneath. The chilled, climate controlled air chilled against Vull's pucker, making him clench himself in irritation.\n\n\n\"Why are you being so fussy?\" Reynard asked, as he measured from the top of the feline's protruding hip bone to the edge of the cock ring. \"I was thinking you'd look good in leather, perhaps a nice plump jockstrap, but this kind of prissiness is making me think... pastels, yes. A soft lilac would be perfect.\"\n\n\nVull sighed. He stared longingly towards the changing rooms, wondering how much trouble he would get into if he just bailed. He could just leave. He could go to the locksmith that he had seen over by the hardware section, and get the chrome portal picked, hacked, something to get it off of his groin. He could reclaim his masculinity, and then reclaim some aspect of normal life again. Did he even have an apartment anymore? Some place to go back to? He didn't know.\n\n\nThe air felt thick with ridicule as Reynard's voice, sharp and carrying, sliced through his thoughts. \"Come on, stripes,\" he cooed mockingly, his words laced with venomous mirth, \"surely you have some suggestions for what we shall drape over your exposed body? Something flimsy, perhaps? A delicate satin?\"\n\n\nReynard held up a pair of shimmering, pale blue panties up against the tiger's belly, speculatively comparing the contrast between the tiger's skin and the sheer fabric. \"No, I think not. Lace, perhaps.\" Reynard tossed the fabric to the side, plucking up a black thong with a delicate arrangement of holes. \"Oh, yes, lace is befitting a sissy such as yourself; so fragile and utterly useless in concealing anything of worth. Of course, you don't have anything of worth, do you?\"\n\n\nVull's eyes widened in shock, and he felt his tail tucking down between his legs from the verbal lashing. \"The hell, dude...\" He said, hurt by the fox's bold meanness. \"It's bad enough that I had to come here, please don't make it worse.\"\n\n\nBut Reynard's glee could not be contained, exuding from him like a tangible force. \"Oh, is that so? Something a bit more discrete, then. Something that can better hide your inadequacy? Would you like that? Yes? Perfect.\"\n\n\nClick, went a camera behind him. He turned, peeking over his shoulder, where a couple shoppers had gathered, unabashedly capturing photos of himself. One was shaking her head and frowning disgustedly. A married couple were snickering and whispering to each other. \n\n\n\"Pervert,\" he heard, and he looked back in front of him, staring at the rack of lingerie in front of him, a forest of silk and frills that swayed mockingly as Reynard picked through them with slender fingers, searching for just the right garment. He ahh'd with satisfaction, and plucked up a pair of sheer, white lace panties. The flowery pattern extended up past the waistband and down along the legs, creating a soft, uneven shape similar to the petals of a daisy. \n\n\nReynard slipped his arms around the tiger's waist, drawing the underwear taut across the feline's muscular buttocks. \"Oh, yes, this is quite nice. A snowy veil for the blushing bride.\" \n\n\nVull heard the derisive laughter behind him, shifting uncomfortably, maintaining his composure even as the fox toyed with him. \n\n\n\"What do you all think?\" Reynard asked the audience. \"Does the white lace look good on our virginal feline bride-to-be?\"\n\n\n\"Slut!\" was the only response, barked out from some stranger who had no idea who Vull was or why he was here. \"Queer! Whore!\"\n\n\n\"Get that shit outta here,\" someone else complained. \"Keep your weird perversions to yourself!\"\n\n\n\"Oh, no, we are an inclusive boutique,\" Reynard reprimanded. \"We accept money from anyone, no matter HOW filthy their fantasies are. Perhaps you are right though, this is the wrong color for our esteemed guest.\" He placed the lace to the side. \"Perhaps the color of harlotry would better match your eyes.\"\n\n\n\"Just pick something,\" Vull said, his claws digging into the meat of his bicep. He had been embarrassed at first, but the ingratiating smugness of the sleek fox was just making him irritated now. \n\n\n\"So impetuous,\" the fox teased. \"So eager to be sorted into your proper place. Oh, Jaro likes them wild and unruly, doesn't he? Though I admit, tiger, you're looking less and less unruly by the day.\"\n\n\nHe poked through the rack of garments, glancing over the tiger's buzz-cut body. \"I bet you were proud of your thick, dark stripes, weren't you? I bet you loved the way they rippled over your muscles, making them look even bigger and buffer. Now you're just a wet rat.\" Renard laughed with a series of sharp yelps. \"And I bet you loved the way your dick hung down between your legs. Of course, you don't have anything now. And you never will again.\"\n\n\n\"I'll get it back,\" Vull retorted. \"I already got them back once.\"\n\"Uh huh,\" Renard said. He winked knowingly to the tiger, as he pulled out a blood red bit of shimmering fabric. \"You're probably the fifth 'pet' to come in here and say that. I bet you really believe you'll get them back again, too.\"\n\n\n\"I...\" Vull paused, his brow darkening. He was going to get them back. He glanced to the right, unsure now. He was going to recapture his pride, obviously, but he didn't like the smarmy insinuations. Renard was clearly enjoying the feline's discomfort, which only spurred him on in his quest to find the perfect garment to degrade Vull fully.\n\n\n\"Yeah, best not to speak,\" Renard said. He yipped then, a soft bark of glee, and there it was, hanging between his fingers. It was a brilliant, candy apple red, a chevron of sparkling red sequins that led to a big, black circular gap. It was crotchless, garish and grotesque in its blatancy. The fox immediately brought it closer, dangling the thong before the tiger, letting it sway like bait on a hook. Vull recoiled as if it were a venomous serpent. \"Put this on.\"\n\n\n\"I'll just take it with me,\" Vull protested, reaching for it. The sequins reflected and glittered harshly, the sparkling garment drawing the eyes to it. \"And I'll try it on at Jaro's.\"\n\n\n\"You will wear it out,\" Renard corrected him. \"This is your task, remember. So put it on.\"\n\n\nVull hated this, but Renard was right. Vull's obedience was absolutely key to reclaiming what remaining dignity he had left. He sighed, and knelt down, slicing his large paws through the leg holes of the garish, blood-red monstrosity of an undergarment. He stood up, tugging the fabric up his legs, the sequins scraping through the short fuzz of his trimmed fur before nestling snugly around his waist. \n\n\n\"Oh, it's perfect,\" Reynard declared. He gripped the waistband and lifted it up, tugging it into place just over the tiger's hip bones. The fabric bit into the inside of his thighs, the sequins scraping against his unprotected groin. The fox ignored that, as he tucked and tweaked, adjusting the black neoprene circle. There was a snapping sound, as it popped over the chrome ring, snapping behind it.\n\n\nVull stared at himself in the mirror. He was diminished, pathetic, his body shorn and the red panties he was wearing only underlined the black and silver bullseye at his groin. \n\n\n\"Isn't it lovely?\" Renard hissed, and Vull said nothing. The fox took the tiger by the elbow. \"It is. It fits you perfectly. Come, let's take you to the check out.\"\n\n\n\"My coat-\" Vull mumbled, turning with the fox's insistence to face the people who were staring at him. Some laughed, at the protruding silver ornament, some shocked, others revulsed. \n\n\n\n\n\"You don't need that,\" Renard confided sardonically, as he placed his hand on the small of the feline's back and nudged him away from the changing rooms. \"You should stand proud, enjoy the attention. After all you're Jaro's pet, and you should let the world know. It's not like you can hide his brand anyways.\"\n\n\nThe sequins whispered as they ruffled together, as the tall feline was pushed towards the door. Vull held his hands in front of him, hiding the lack of anything between his legs, as whispers flowers around him, their disdain colder than the chill of the winter's air outside. \n\n\n\"Check out the big guy!\" a voice snickered from the left. \"What a shame, I thought he'd be packing more than just... muscle.\"\n\n\nHe was going to have to walk home like this.\n\n\n\"Such a pervert,\" another hissed. \"Freak.\"\n\n\n\"I really need my coat,\" he said again, stiffening as the fox urged him forward. \"It has my wallet in it.\" It didn't, but he needed it regardless.\n\n\n\"Oh, don't worry about such things - Jayo has excellent credit here,\" Reynard said, loud enough for those nearby to hear. \"He does so enjoy allowing his pets to express their true selves, though I admit, none of his pets have ever been quite so.. expressive with their rampant sexuality. No judgement, of course!\"\n\n\nAnd with that, Reynard shoved Vull through the door and out into the open, frigid air. He heard laughter behind him, as the door swung shut behind him, chiming merrily. It was cold.\n\n\nThe sky overhead was gray and bleak, with long streaks of raggedy puffs of clouds trailing out of sight behind the buildings around him. A breeze blew past, frost nipping at the tiger's nipples, and he hugged himself. He sighed, and started walking. \n\n\nHe had made this walk before, though the last time, it had been wet and slushy.. and he had been on his hands and knees, collared, and freshly shaved. At least today he could stand upright. \n\n\nHe kept to the sidewalk, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his head down, the sharp cold cutting over his heated cheeks. He could hear the sequins gently tingling as he walked, and the shine of the chrome ring kept catching his attention. A van honked as it blew past him, its mirror sweeping just past his shoulder. The tiger jumped to the side, and the movement caused the thong to ride up uncomfortably in his ass. \n\n\nHe was going to walk back to his home, parading himself into Jaro's den of immorality, and be tormented, tortured and abused again. Having to beg the dragon to portal him had done something to him, something he had not ever imagined doing. He could still feel the casual, uncaring brutality with which Jaro had crushed the tiger's equipment into the portal, and how helpless he had felt as his master had done it.\nThis was not Vull. This was not the kind of man Vull was. Vull could never have imagined himself in such a situation... just like he couldn't imagine the tortures that he would be forced to undergo, over the last seven months. Feeling himself sliced, torn, crushed, melted, and reformed. Things crawling inside him. His testicles converted into breeding chambers for insects.\nIt was horrific, and Vull couldn't understand how he had allowed it to happen. \nAnd that was when he realized it. The entire time, he had been under Jaro's careful eye, under his guardianship, under the dragon's house. And now... for the first time... he wasn't. Jaro wasn't here, and Vull was not wearing any chains. \nHis ears perked upwards, finally, as a surge of adrenaline began to flow through his body. He began to look around, away from the path ahead of him. Yes, there. A narrow alleyway, just ahead and to the right. The road he was on led directly back to Jaro's, but this could lead... anywhere. Without hesitation, he bound towards it, his tail swishing through the air as he ducked off of the street and into the darkness.\nThe moment he did, he felt a weight lifted off of him. No more people staring at him, no more sparkling, garishness bringing attention to the gap between his legs. He had taken a step towards his own future instead of being forced to go down a path that was set out for him. He leaned against the rough brick wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to collect himself.\n\"Okay, think Vull,\" he said, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space. \"Think. What can we do? Where can we go? We can start over. We can go back to normal again.\"\nBut even as he spoke the words, Vull knew they rang hollow. Jaro had already won, hadn't he? The chrome portal between his legs was a constant reminder of his defeat, a physical representation of the dragon's dominance over him.\nHis head spun, his mind a chaotic surge of thoughts and feelings. He could find some of his old friends. His wolf buddy, he was into quantum stuff, he could decode the portal. His brother had clothes, and he could stay with him for a bit, get back on his feet again. He was so caught up in the fantasy of escape, of normality, that he didn't notice the slow, heavy, deliberate footsteps that approached him. In fact, he didn't notice the other person's presence until a large, leather-gloved hand rested on his shoulder.\nVull's muscles coiled, ready to spring up, but a crushing squeeze along his collarbone kept him in place. Vull looked up, and his heart sank.\nIt was another predator, a large grizzly bear clad, burly and heavy gutted. He was wearing leather, not enough to make sense, just enough to keep himself from getting arrested. The bear glared down at him, lips pulling back in derision at the tiger's skimpy thong and chrome portal.\nThe bear let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through Vull's bones. \"Well, well, well...\" he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. \"What do we have here? A little tiger cub who thought he could run away from his problems?\"\nVull swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. This bear was trouble, Vull had been in enough bars late at night to know when a guy was itching for someone to fight. He knew he was in trouble, but he knew better than to show it... thong or not. \"Listen, pal,\" he said, reasonably, his voice steady. \"I don't know what you want, but I'm not interested. So why don't you just turn around and walk away, before I make you.\"\nThe bear let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing off the alley walls. \"Oh, I don't think you're in any position to be making threats, little tiger. See, I know all about you and your little predicament. You're far away from home, far away from safety.\" His thick, dull claws stroked down the back of the tiger's back. \"You look tough, though. You look like you can take it rough.\"\nBefore Vull could react, the bear slammed the tiger backwards against the alley wall, knocking the wind from Vull's lungs in a rush. Vull reached up, twisting to pull himself free from the bear's grip, but the grizzly's fingers were resolute.\n\"Let me go, you asshole, you have no idea what you're fucking with!\" Vull snarled, his claws swiping up towards the bear's eyes. The bear twisted his head out of the way, taking a rake through the fur along his jaw. Blood clung to Vull's fingers, but the bear's eyes only glittered more excitedly.\n\"Oh, feisty.\" the bear sneered, his hot, garlicky breath washing over Vull's face. \"I like that. Did you know I was here, kitten? Is that why you dressed up? Oh, I bet it is. You came looking for trouble.\" Black lips pulled back, teeth bulging hungrily out into the open air. \"Fortunately for you, I know just how to handle little toys like you.\"\nThe bear's meaty paw clamped down on Vull's muzzle, clamping it closed, forcing Vull to suck breath past the palm of the musky leather glove he was wearing. His other hand went down, reaching under his gut, and hooking into his jock. Vull couldn't look down, his snout held in place, so he glared up at the bear as he heard the shift of thick flesh slide against leather. \nThe bear pushed down, using his grip on the cat's snout to twist downwards and forcing Vull down to his knees. The bear's heavy, veined organ draped over his fingers, broad and pudging, the tip crusted with salted rime. The musky scent filled Vull's nostrils, making him gag involuntarily, mouth yawning to retch at the scent of unwashed, filthy penis. As he did, the bear released his snout, grasping the back of his head instead. Before Vull could react, the bear yanked his head in against his groin, and shoving that slab of bear meat right past Vull's lips, the pudgy girth sleeving right down the tiger's throat.\nThe bear's foot thunked up against the tiger's portal ring, tracing the smooth metal with the block end of his boot. \"Fuck, you've got no balls to speak of, do ya tiger?\" the bear growled, thrusting his hips forward. \"Just a gaping hole where your nuts should be. Pathetic.. but fitting.\"\nVull choked and sputtered around the thick shaft, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. The bear's cock was huge, stretching his jaws wide and gouging along the back of his throat with each pump of the bear's hips. Vull's tongue curled around the veiny length, tasting the briny mix of salt and sweat.\nThe bear gripped Vull's ears, using them as handles as he fucked the tiger's face with brutal force. Drool leaked from the corners of Vull's mouth, dripping down his chin as he gurgled around the thick cock invading his throat. It hardened as the bear thrusted, the girth of it scrubbing between Vull's tonsils. The foreskin slid back, the flared cockhead probing blindly against the tiger's throat, and as Vull tried to accommodate it, he felt the thick skin scrape along the root of the bear's shaft.\nHe smelled blood, and could see the gouge into the flesh of the bear's root where his fangs had pierced the skin. The bear ripped back on his head, his erection thudding up against his belly as he retracted from Vull's maw.\n\"Son of a bitch, he said you'd be feisty, didn't expect you to bite, though.\" The bear grinned, stroking a thumb along the wound on his shaft, then licking the blood from his finger. \n\"I didn't mean to-\" Vull started to say, but the bear tsk'd at him, grasping the tiger's head in both paws. \n\"Well that's even worse, you see,\" he said. \"Biting me because you want to, that's hot. Biting me because you're fucking bad at your job? That's inexcusable.\"\n\"It's not my-\" Vull started to say, but was interrupted by the bear's knee slamming into the underside of his snout with a sickening crunch. White-hot pain radiated up through the tiger's skull, his tongue barely slipping back between his teeth as his jaws were pulverized into each other with brutal force. He felt them shattering, ceramic teeth exploding in his maw and piercing into his cheeks, his gums as blood filled his mouth.\n\"Well, that shut you up,\" the bear laughed. Vull's eyes rolled back in his head, his body convulsing from the shock of his violent undetentation. The bear stuffed a thumb between Vull's jaws, feeling the gritty pieces of teeth, and forced it back open. White, chunky powder and drool and blood spilled out of the tiger's maw, as the bear inspected his 'work'.\n\"Whew, that did a number on ya, didn't it? I hope Jaro has good dental for you.\" He whistled appreciatively, and stroked a thick thumb along the ruined stumps. Vull, lost in a fog of shock, was brought back to the moment by the excruciating agony of his naked, exposed nerve endings being rubbed and ground against.\nHe yowled, screeching and trying to pull away, but the bear was holding the back of his head, keeping him in place. \n\"They're gone, tiger,\" the bear growled, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. \"Your fancy little chompers are nothing but mush now. Guess you won't be biting off any cocks anytime soon, eh?\"\nTears streamed down Vull's face as he choked on a sob, bits of tooth and blood clinging to his tongue as he did so. His jaw was still intact, he thought, but his mouth was a gloryhole of agony. When he tried to spit, the action caused a wave of pain so intense that he almost blacked out, a glob of viscera oozing off of his chin. \nThe bear wasn't done with him yet. Vull couldn't fight back, still processing the overwhelming constant electrocution of pain from his ruined teeth, so when the bear pushed him against the wall and brought his now very-erect dick back to his lips, all the tiger could do.. was whimper. The bear held Vull by the cheek ruffs and stuffed his cock back into the tiger's mouth. The broad tip gleefully pushed past the cracked fangs, breaking more of them off and forcing remnants of Vull's fangs into his throat. \n\"Oh, fuck yeah,\" the bear said, enjoying the sensation of the raw throat around his cock and not caring about the damage he'd caused. Vull gagged and mewed around the thick shaft, his throat spasming as it was forced to accommodate the girthy intruder.\nThe bear set a brutal pace, hammering into Vull's face with savage abandon. Each stroke pushed against the tiger's nerves, his fingers and toes splaying in overwhelming spasms, his brain frying from the sheer intensity of the pain. Crusty drool clung to the tiger's lips with each thrust, his cheeks bulging obscenely around the bear's plunging cock. \n\"That's it, take it all like a good little cumslut,\" the bear grunted, his heavy balls slapping against Vull's chin with every stroke, the steady thumping making the tiger drunk with the spasms of pain. \"You're such a pretty hole for me to use, now. Oh, and you spasm so deliciously when I crush my hips into your snout. Does it hurt, little kitty? I hope your dragon keeps your teeth just like this, so that we can all enjoy your mouth like this.\"\nVull's vision started to tunnel as the bear sheathed himself, his thick shaft clogging his throat and cutting off his air supply. The world narrowed down to the throbbing shaft violating his throat, his own muffled gurgling, and the crushing weight of the bear's body pinning him against the wall. \nVull tried to push back, but it was already too late for that. Between the exhaustion, the pain, and the surprise of everything escalating so quickly, by the time the tiger finally started pushing against the bear's hips, he was already too weak. His claws pushed against the bear's thick hide, but were barely able to more than prickle. He was faltering, getting weaker as the bear sawed his dick back and forth, never pulling it out of the tiger's throat for long enough for Vull to take in a breath.\nOn the plus side, the bear seemed at least to be a hair trigger.\nThe bear's thrusts grew more erratic, his shaft pulsing and throbbing wildly in Vull's ravaged gullet. The tiger gagged and choked as the bear slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, a fresh wave of excruciation short circuiting the tiger's brain as the bear's hips crushed against his wounded jaws.\nVull vaguely felt the torrent of hot, salty cum that erupted from the bear's cock, flooding Vull's esophagus. He felt the wet heat as it slid down his throat, could feel the intimate throb and pulses of the bear's dick against his tongue, and felt the nausea of his stomach being forced to accept something he had never swallowed. \nAs the bear emptied his heavy balls into Vull's gullet, the tiger's world started to fade. Black spots danced across the tiger's vision as his lungs burned for air. He was dimly aware of the bear's sack twitching against his chin with each spurt, a blatant reminder of the gap between the tiger's own legs, but he couldn't care anymore. Maybe, he thought, as things darkened, this was better.\nThen he could breathe again. The bear pulled out of his mouth, one thick blob of cum spurting across Vull's brow, christening him with the bear's seed. Vull tried to pull away, but the bear had one last degradation for him, as he wiped his dick clean on Vull's cheeks. The slimy mixture clung to Vull's skin, and he could smell the starchy bitterness of the bear's cum as it stained into his flesh.\nThen he was released, and slumped down to the concrete, coughing and sputtering as he tried to clear his abused throat. Drool and cum drooled over his lips, dripping onto his bare chest, before he turned onto all fours and retched onto the ground. Cum, blood, teeth and bile splattered the concrete between his paws. The alleyway spun around him, the brick walls seeming to close in from all sides. Vull blinked hard, trying to clear his vision, but everything remained distorted and out of focus. It was like waking up from a bad dream, except the nightmare was still very much real.\n\"Congratulations,\" the bear sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. \"You just failed another test.\"\nVull's heart sank as the words registered. Failed? Test? What the hell was this bear talking about? He strained to lift his head, wincing at the pain that shot through his battered snout. When he finally managed to focus on the bear's face, he could see the cruel smirk playing at the corners of its mouth.\n\"You didn't think Jaro would let you run off that easily, did you?\" the bear asked, chuckling darkly. \"He set this whole thing up. The outfit, the humiliation at the store. He wanted to see if you had fully accepted your place as his property. You couldn't help yourself, though, could you?\"\nThe bear laughed, pushing at Vull's shoulder with one boot, kicking him onto his side and then pushing his boot against Vull's throat. The tiger whimpered, grasping at the bear's black leather and trying to push it away, and in response the bear pushed down further.\n\"Know your fucking place,\" the bear said, smiling in a friendly way down. \"If you had gone home, you'd be having ice cream right now. Jaro told me to wait in this alley and that if a slut came running down, that I Could do whatever I wanted with him. How's that make you feel, knowing just how pathetic you are that your owner knows exactly what you'd try to do to escape?\"\nVull couldn't talk, but a harsh mewl of pathetic despair bubbled out from inside him, his face contorting into shame and horror. Fuck.\n\"You are lucky I don't just kill you right here,\" the bear growled, his voice low and menacing. \"But that would be too easy for a pathetic worm like you. No, I think you need to learn your lesson the hard way. And I'll get in trouble if I leave another corpse in the dumpster, even one that deserves it as badly as you do.\"\nThe bear lifted his boot off of Vull's throat, and stepped away from him. He tucked his softening dick back into his jock, and wiped his nose with his forearm. \"Tell Jaro he owes me one,\" he called over his shoulder. \"And next time, don't run. It only makes things worse for you in the end.\"\nVull's mind reeled as the realization hit him. Of course. It made sense now - the way Jaro had looked at him before sending him out, the knowing glint in his eye. It had all been a set-up, a twisted test of loyalty and obedience. It wasn't fair, though. Vull didn't want any of this. Jaro was inflicting this pain and suffering on him and demanding he accept it, and he couldn't. He wouldn't.\nA wave of shame washed over Vull as he thought about how easily he had fallen for it. How pathetic he must look now, sprawled out on the filthy ground in nothing but a skimpy thong, his pride shattered along with his teeth. He wanted to scream, but then he would just get more attention, more abuse, more suffering. The feline pushed himself to sit up, the pain in his mouth a constant ache, a lifeboat that was keeping him from sinking into unconsciousness.\nHis stomach gurgled, the nausea still churning, and he could feel the bite of his own bile soaking into the open wounds in his maw. He sniffled, wallowing in the misery of his situation. What could he do? What options did he have but to give in?\nAnd that was when he felt the hands of a phantom, warm and smooth and oh so familiar, wrapping around the disembodied flesh of his penis, and Vull realized with a shock that his shaft was erect. \n________________\n\n\nWhoever was playing with Vull was enjoying themselves. Their fingers were warm, and slick, and tender, as they handled the tiger's nuggets and thick length. If Vull's brain wasn't already fried from the pain and savagery of the bear's attack, he might have even enjoyed it. As it was, the slick, teasing caresses along his member simply made the broken shards of his teeth throb.\nThe thing was, the way that the soft fingers touched and handled him was exactly the way that the tiger liked. Slow, supple, teasing against the feline's heated flesh would normally have him purring. But, like everything else in his life, what he wanted and what he could actually enjoy were only ever tangentially connected. Vull could imagine how nice it would feel to get jerked off the way he was being jerked off right now, but he knew he would never actually feel it in a way he could actually enjoy.\nHe staggered out of the alleyway, his mouth a pulsating mass of pain. The sharp cold winter wind whistled across exposed nerves in his mouth, forcing Vull to keep his lips sealed in a tight line. He had to get back to Jaro's before the pain really set in. The bracing bite of the harsh February air raked across the short-shorn fur of his nearly naked body like a disapproving hand, but he barely noticed it - frostbite? Frostbite was nothing. Vull's mind spiraled with dark thoughts, shame and agony dancing together as he shambled forward. \nVull swallowed, his tongue still slimy. The bear's seed clung to the inside of his mouth with stubborn determination, still caking the back of his throat and clinging to the underside of his tongue. He ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, trying to scrape away the bitter, salty residue, but it seems to have bonded with his saliva into a glue-like surface that coated everything from his lips back. His stomach turns as he swallows involuntarily, the thick clinging to his throat in glutinous strands. He couldn't help himself, and spit onto the pavement, a frothy mixture of blood and semen that made his brain spasm with pain as he forced it out over his wrecked fangs. \n\"Fuck,\" he mutters, the word whistling through the new gaps in his dental architecture. He tried not to think about it, of what had happened, and his mind blanked with a solid foghorn of pain as he probed his tongue into one of the ruined fangs in his lower jaw. He leaned against the brick wall, and closed his eyes, just trying to recenter himself. His head swam, his body ached, and somewhere, someone was gently kneading his heavy testicles. He felt like he was going to puke again, and he focused on regaining control of himself, tamping the swirling morass of despair and loss that was threatening to consume him back down into his stomach. He had this. It was a bad situation, but he was going to be fine.\nHe opened his eyes, noticing the dark clouds overhead. More bad weather swooping in, and Vull was in no position to be staying outside for the night. He looked down at himself, taking inventory of what remained of his dignity. It's not much. The red sequined panties cling to his hips like desperate fingers, the gaudy fabric catching what little light seeps between the buildings. Cum splatters had drooled down and stained the circular bits of shiny plastic. The panties frame the smooth, furred space between his legs where his endowments had once hung. They were gaudy, designed to showcase what he was lacking.\nA group of office workers passed by Vull on the opposite sidewalk, their eyes widening at the sight of the nearly naked tiger, his powerful body now a canvas of abuse and humiliation. One of them snickers, nudging his companion. Vull's ears flatten against his skull, but he doesn't run or hide. Running is what got him into this mess in the first place.\nThe wind picked up, and now Vull could smell the impending snow. His shoulders shuddered, his body attempting to keep itself from freezing as the cool wind wicked the heat from his broad muscles. His muscular body, once a source of pride and constant attention at the gym where he worked, was turned against itself. There was no chub to protect him from the cold fingers digging into his bones. As cold as it was, though, it didn't compare to the icy dread pooling in his gut at the thought of returning to Jaro.\nA car horn blares, jerking Vull back to the present. He'd wandered into the street without noticing, and an angry driver gestured to him, offended and irate. Vull held up his hands in apology, and turned, stumbling back onto the sidewalk, his balance compromised by exhaustion and pain. It wasn't an excuse, of course.\nThree blocks from Jaro's house, Vull passes a pet shop. In the window, a selection of collars and leashes are artfully displayed. His paw rises unconsciously to his own neck, feeling the smooth chrome band permanently affixed there. It looks like an expensive piece of jewelry to the casual observer, but Vull knows better. It's a symbol and a tool, capable of delivering anything from gentle warning vibrations to incapacitating shocks. Jaro has never needed to use the latter, not when the former was so humiliating on its own. He traced a finger along the back of it, to the imperceptible seam that he knew had to be there but which he could not find with his chilled finger tips. \nThe glossy black door of Jaro's residence appears before him sooner than expected. The mansion sits back from the street, protected by an ornate iron fence and well manicured evergreen hedges. The walkway leading to the entrance is heated, and Vull feels the blessed warmth against his numbed feet as he approaches.\nHis arm rises as if controlled by external forces, finger extending toward the doorbell. Before he can press it, Vull catches his reflection on the polished surface of the shiny door. The mighty tiger he had hoped to see looking back at him... was gone. In his place stands a shivering, broken creature, orange and black skin matted with filth and bodily fluids, eyes hollow with defeat, wearing nothing but ridiculous feminine underwear that emphasizes everything he has lost.\nOnce, he would have filled out those panties impressively, his massive testicles straining against the fabric, his considerable length impossible to conceal. Now the sequins lie flat against his groin, emphasizing the unnatural smoothness. No bulge. No weight. Nothing but a constant reminder of what Jaro had so happily removed from him.\nVull's paw trembles as it hovers before the doorbell. Part of him - a part of him that was getting quieter each day - whispered urgently that he could still run, could find someone to remove the collar, could find someone to hack the portal at his groin and reclaim his goods. He knew he could start over, it wasn't too late for him. But the larger part, the part growing stronger each day, knew the reality: he belonged to Jaro, now. There was no reason for him to try to escape anymore.\nHis finger pushed against the doorbell. The chime echoed from inside, and to Vull's left, he heard a soft, quiet cough. Vull hadn't immediately noticed the other figure standing on Jaro's doorstep, too absorbed in his own misery to register the small figure huddled away from the sharp wind in the alcove of the front stoop. Vull twisted his head to stare, his battered mouth falling open at the sight of perhaps the most pristine domestic cat he's ever encountered. The contrast between them couldn't be more stark—Vull, half-naked and defiled, facing a creature who looks like he's stepped out of a luxury pet catalog. \n\"I'm Leopold,\" the cat says, extending a delicate paw that seems almost too refined to touch Vull's filthy one. The blue of his carefully styled hair bristled in the wind, fluffing out into a nimbus that encircled the gentle features of his fine-boned face. \"You must be Vull. Master told me that there'd be another feline here. I'm delighted to meet you.\"\nVull stared at the offered paw, unsure how to react, how to respond. Nobody had spoken to him directly like this for months, and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He felt a great laughter, a mania that wanted to pour out from his mouth and onto the sleek feline. He wanted to take the cat and push him away from the house, send him scampering back from wherever he had come from to protect him from whatever horrid fate awaited him inside. Instead, he shook Leopold's paw, acutely aware of how his own massive hand engulfed the smaller feline's. The cat doesn't pull away despite the grime and dried fluids coating Vull's fur. Instead, Leopold's startlingly bright blue eyes studied Vull's face with unconcealed concern.\n\"Are you... alright?\" Leopold asks, his gaze politely avoiding the larger feline's stained, tawdry panties, or the scent of sex and vomit and blood that Vull reeked of. \n\"I'm fine,\" Vull rasps, the words scraping past his raw throat. He wondered if Leopold could smell the bear's dick on his breath. The thought sends a fresh wave of shame through him.\nCompared to him, Leopold's fur was immaculate, each black and white hair precisely in place. He was wearing a silk shirt in powder blue that matched his dyed hair, and pressed charcoal slacks that hug his slim hips. Vull could pick up hints of a subtle cologne - something with notes of sandalwood and vanilla. It was certainly expensive, but not overpowering. Everything about Leopold spoke of careful grooming and attention to detail.\n\"This is my first time here,\" Leopold confided, his tail swishing nervously behind him. \"Master - sorry, my sponsor, really - he said Mr. Jaro would help me become more...\" he searches for the word, delicate whiskers twitching, \"accomplished.\"\nBefore Vull can respond, the heavy door swings open silently on well-oiled hinges. Jaro fills the doorway, his emerald scales catching the light in a way that makes them appear to shift and move even when he's perfectly still. The dragon's golden eyes flick between his two guests, lingering on Vull's battered state with what might be satisfaction for a moment, before shifting back to the housecat.\n\"Leopold,\" Jaro says, his voice a cultured purr that somehow manages to sound both welcoming and predatorial. \"How delightful to finally meet you in person. Elliot has told me so much about your... potential.\"\nThe dragon steps aside, gesturing for Leopold to enter with a graceful sweep of his clawed hand. The cat slips past, his movements lithe and practiced, clearly accustomed to navigating rich surroundings. When Vull moves to follow, Jaro's arm bars the way, scales gleaming like polished armor.\n\"And Vull,\" Jaro continues, his voice cooling several degrees. \"I see you've decided to return. How considerate of you to dress for the occasion.\"\nVull paused, head bowing, ears folding back. The pain in his jaws was coming back, beating throbbing waves of pain that battened down any kind of reasonable thoughts. \n\"I was detained,\" he said, muffledly, his voice clotted with the bear's seed. \n\"Oh, were you?\" Jaro asked. The dragon's claws trace the sequined edge of Vull's panties, the sharp tips scraping against the sensitive skin beneath. Vull's breath catches, his body responding to Jaro's touch with Pavlovian immediacy despite everything that's happened. The emptiness between his legs throbs with ghost sensation, and he realized that the fingers handling his equipment had, at some point, stopped. He hadn't noticed until now.\n\"Inside,\" Jaro commands, finally stepping aside. \"On your knees. Now.\"\nVull drops to the polished marble floor as soon as he crosses the threshold, his knees hitting the hard surface with practiced precision. The position is familiar now, his body assuming it without conscious thought. From this vantage point, he can see Leopold's surprised expression, the domestic cat's ears perking forward, jutting cutely out of the tousle of blue fur on top of his head.\nJaro circled Vull slowly, taloned feet clicking against the marble. \"Did you enjoy your little adventure today?\" Jaro asks, his tail swishing behind him with lazy menace. \"Your... excursion into independence?\"\nVull stared at the floor, counting the veins in the marble. \"No, sir.\"\n\"No?\" Jaro sounded amused. \"You didn't enjoy Mr. Barton's company? He reported that you were quite accommodating to his particular desires. In fact, he said it was the best suck he's gotten in years. You could be proud of yourself, slave. It's just such a shame you tried to run.\"\nFrom the corner of his eye, Vull can see Leopold shifting uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether he should be witnessing this exchange. The cat's tail was wrapped protectively around his own leg, and the feline was stroking the tip of it between his soft fingers.\n\"I didn't try to escape,\" Vull says, the lie tasting even worse than the bear's residue in his mouth. \"I was just—\"\nThe back of Jaro's hand connects with Vull's cheek, not hard enough to knock him over but with sufficient force to snap his head to the side. Vull felt several splintered chips clatter against his tongue from the crushed teeth on that side of his jaw, and there were no thoughts in his head, just a deadening, overwhelming throb of pure nerve-flaying pain. He could feel beads of blood welling up through his orange fur from the cuts that the dragon's scales had raked across his cheek.\n\"Don't insult my intelligence,\" Jaro says, his voice never rising above a conversational tone. \"Your collar has a tracking chip, idiot. I have the movement log. I didn't need it, though. I knew exactly where you were going to try to flee.\" The dragon rubbed his temples. \"I knew you would do it, but I had had hopes that you would at least try to resist your base urges. You can't, though, can you? Just a bestial, mindless animal.\"\nLeopold made a small sound - something between a gasp and a whimper - but didn't intervene. Smart cat, Vull thought bitterly. He was already learning the rules.\n\"I thought you'd have learned this lesson already, with the veterinarian, beast,\" Jaro continued, crouching down to bring his face level with Vull's, \"I thought to myself that you would for sure understand that your task wasn't to see whether you could escape. It was about whether you would try.\"\nThe dragon's breath smells of cinnamon and smoke, an oddly pleasant combination that Vull has come to associate with his most creative punishments. Jaro's golden eyes hold no anger, only a clinical sort of disappointment, as if Vull were a lab specimen that had failed to respond correctly to stimuli.\n\"I'm sorry,\" Vull whispered, the words emerging unbidden. His shoulders slumped, the last embers of defiance guttering out. \"I won't try again.\"\n\"No,\" Jaro agreed, straightening up. \"You won't.\"\nThe dragon turned his attention to Leopold, who stood awkwardly by an ornate side table, his paws clasped in front of him as if he's at a job interview rather than in the chateau of a dragon. The change in Jaro's demeanor was immediate and jarring. His movements become more fluid, his expression softening into something respectful, if not almost kind.\n\"Leopold,\" Jaro said, extending a hand. \"You must be exhausted after your journey. Come, let me show you where you'll be staying.\"\nThe cat approached cautiously, his blue hair falling across one eye in what must be a carefully practiced gesture. When he took Jaro's offered hand, the dragon's scaled fingers enveloped his paw gently, nothing like the bruising grip Vull had experienced on countless occasions.\n\"Your fur is even more lustrous than Elliot described,\" Jaro said, as he ran his free hand along Leopold's arm in a casual caress. \"You Persians are such beautiful felines. Your fur is a perfect contrast between midnight black and pearl white. And this blue accent...\" he touched the cat's styled hair, \"inspired choice. It brings out your eyes beautifully.\"\nLeopold preened under the attention, his initial nervousness melting into pleased embarrassment. \"Thank you, Mr. Jaro. Elliot spares no expense for my grooming. He says presentation is everything.\"\n\"Elliot is a mammal of discerning taste,\" Jaro agreed, guiding Leopold further into the house. Vull, and his imminent punishment for his failure, was seemingly forgotten about entirely. \"Though I must say, he was quite concerned about certain aspects of your... development.\"\nLeopold's ears twitched, his tail uncurling from his leg as he relaxed slightly. \"He mentioned that. He says I'm too soft, too pampered. That I need to learn discipline if I'm to properly represent him at social functions.\"\nVull remained frozen on his knees, watching the exchange with a growing hollowness in his chest. The way Jaro touched Leopold, with something approaching reverence, upset him, in a way he couldn't quite place. It was wrong. Jaro was supposed to be paying attention to him.\n\"Discipline is important,\" Jaro acknowledged, as his claw traced a delicate pattern across Leopold's shoulder, \"but so is understanding one's purpose. Elliot believes your purpose is to be conditioned into a proper reflection of his status. Is that what you believe?\"\nLeopold's expression clouded, confusion evident in the slight furrow between his brows. \"I... I thought I was here to learn how to better service you, Mr. Jaro. Elliot said your techniques are unparalleled, that you could teach me to please him in ways that would make me... more valuable to him.\"\nA slow smile spreads across Jaro's scaled face, revealing teeth that seem too numerous and too sharp for his mouth. \"Ah. It seems there's been a slight miscommunication.\"\nThe dragon's eyes flick to Vull, still kneeling on the hard marble, then back to Leopold. \"Vull here was once like you. Proud. Cocky. Insufferable, really. He had no idea of his place in the world, or of his true value. Isn't that true, pet?\"\nVull nodded once. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\"And now... he serves a different purpose,\" Jaro continued, his voice taking on a pedagogical tone. \"One more suited to his actual worth rather than his inflated self-image.\"\nLeopold glanced at Vull, taking in the sequined panties, the flat profile they frame, the beaten and used appearance. Something like pity flashed across his features, quickly replaced by uncertainty. \"I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Jaro.\"\n\"You will,\" the dragon assured him, patting his cheek with false affection. \"Elliot has entrusted you to my care for the next few weeks precisely because I understand the true value of mammals like yourself. Not as companions or equals, but as canvas upon which superior beings can express their artistry.\"\nVull recognized the moment Leopold began to understand, the widening of those blue eyes, the involuntary step backward that Jaro smoothly prevented with a hand on the small of the cat's back. A deep, dark, depraved part of Vull thrilled at the fear that he saw in Leopold's eyes.\n\"I assure you,\" Jaro says, his voice a silken promise, \"by the time you return to Elliot, you'll have a much clearer understanding of your place in the natural order. Vull will assist in your education, won't you, pet?\"\nJealousy, hot and irrational, surged through Vull at the thought of sharing Jaro's attention, even if that attention consisted primarily of humiliation and pain. The emotion surprised him with its intensity - he should be warning Leopold, he should be trying to help the innocent cat escape while he still had a chance to. Instead, he found himself nodding eagerly, desperate to please the dragon even at another's expense. Especially at another's expense.\n\"Yes, sir,\" Vull said, his raspy voice steadier than it has been all day. \"I'd be happy to help.\"\nLeopold's expression cycled rapidly through confusion, realization, and the first flickerings of fear. His perfectly groomed fur seems to bristle slightly, making him appear larger than his slight frame would normally allow. \"I think there's been a mistake,\" he said, his voice rising in pitch. \"Elliot wouldn't—he couldn't have—\"\n\"Elliot and I have an understanding,\" Jaro interrupted smoothly. \"He provides me with interesting specimens, and I return them improved. The nature of that improvement is entirely at my discretion.\"\nThe dragon's arm slid around Leopold's shoulders, a gesture that might appear friendly to an outside observer but which Vull recognized as possessive. Jaro's golden eyes met Vull's, and the tiger saw the challenge there, a new task being presented.\nProve your loyalty. Prove your submission. Prove you've learned your lesson.\nDespite everything - despite the ache in his distant scrotum, despite the broken teeth and used throat, despite the humiliation of the sequined panties and the awareness of what Jaro had gleefully done to him - Vull felt a fresh surge of desperate need to succeed at this task. He needed to please Jaro. He needed to show the dragon that he understood his place.. and that he accepted it, fully. Forever.\nLeopold stared at Vull with growing horror, perhaps recognizing in the tiger's eyes the journey that awaited him. \"Please,\" the cat whispered, though it's unclear whether he's addressing Vull or Jaro. \"I think I would just like to go home.\"\nVull had said those exact words himself, once. Before he understood that home was no longer a place but a state of being—specifically, belonging to Jaro.\n\"You are home,\" Jaro said in response, echoing the words he'd once spoken to Vull. \"For now.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jaro and Vull, Chapter 3: Pretty Kitty


Vull felt every one of his two hundred and fifty pounds, as he crossed the perfectly polished marble floor of Jaro's antechamber. The incandescent torches that lined the walls caught the matted, starched whorls of the tiger's ragged pelt, pushing down against the hunched shoulders and curled tail. His black stripes, once immaculately groomed and trimmed, were just tufts of fuzz, barely more than stubble, his skin laid bare for the dragon's enjoyment. He was not used to the exposure, and his bones ached from feeling chilled and cool every day for the last week.


His expression looked as tired as he felt, but that was not to be unexpected. He had not had a night's sleep since the Ice and Fire incident, the tiger unable to find a position where his abused, chafed, and scalded genitals were not rubbing or pressing against one thing or another. His orgasm had come at a terrible price, and despite being un-caged and un-chained, he could not get any kind of enjoyment from touching his maleness. Even holding his dick while he pissed burned, his inner urethra flushing with what felt like melted metal needles each time he released himself.


The last thing Vull wanted to do, now that he actually had his equipment back, was use it, and that realization had filled him with a darkness that he had not yet felt before. Despite that, despite how sorry he felt for himself, a chill slithered up his spine as he saw the smooth, bevelled chrome disk in Jaro's scaled claw. The dragon flipped it, end over end, a malicious smirk adorning his long, sleek draconic muzzle.


It was a portal.


Vull's eyes, dimmed with the tiger's exhaustion, darted between the glinting metal portal in Jaro’s hand and the dragon's knowing eyes. He knew what was going to happen, but he wasn't ready for it, not yet.


"Sir, please," Vull said, his head lowering respectfully, his hands clenched into fists. "Not yet..."


"Your posture is slipping," Jaro said, airily, scraping a talon across the outer rim of the portal. Something hummed into life, a harmonic whine establishing into a silent quantum shimmer as the portal activated. "You are clearly over burdened, and miserable."


Vull straightened his back, his ears folding back. He felt his throat bob, and he felt the aching, bruised cords of his testicles whine in discomfort as his heavy eggs swung from thigh to thigh. His dick, unable to fully retract or to get hard, hung in an impressively thick half-curve over his naked testicles. It was still puffy, still tender. It was an angry magenta, the barbs still inflamed and painfully sensitive.






It didn't help that Jaro had insisted that Jaro stroke his raw, inflamed, tender shaft with his naked hand each following morning. The dry rough pads of his paws were torturous over stimulation against his chafed flesh. The sensation was almost pleasurable, but the raw inflamed pain that accompanied it far outweighed any chance that Vull had to actually climax from it. Vull had asked Jaro to stroke him instead, begging for the smooth, cool scales of the dragon, but Jaro had refused. "You wanted your cock and balls back, pet, I want to make sure you are making good use of them," he had said, the humor in his voice rolling ingratiatingly across the tiger's fevered brain.


Vull hadn't cum, though. The excitement to play with himself, just a regular masturbatory session, had been enough to get his sensitive organ straining hard, his salty precum stinging against his parched flesh. His balls still burned from the chemicals that had been injected into them, and the burn of that old ache mixed with the new ache of being backed up only added to his weariness.


"You've been dripping on my floors for long enough. I was patient," Jaro said, as he handed the portal to Vull, the smooth and familiar ring heavy in the feline's fingers. "But you have rejected my generosity. I see no reason to allow an ungrateful brat to exploit my charity. Put the ring on."


Jaro reached down, and cradled the tiger's heavy scrotum in his palm. To be fair, while he felt no particular feeling towards his pet having or not having genitals, he did enjoy the wince of discomfort that Vull made as the dragon's fingers closed around his delicate orbs. The tiger's shaft, still a scalded pink and chapped, throbbed with a fresh blob of precum. It drooled down the underside, and Jaro churned the thickened glands between his fingers as it did.


"I detest waiting, pet," Jaro purred. "Put it on."


Vull stared at the ring in his hand, smooth and discrete, laden with the horrid tortures that he had been forced to endure, his naked muscles bristling with a flush of panicked resistance. "I need just... one day more. I'm still too swollen, too painfully sensitive. I want to appreciate your.. treat but I can't, not yet. What can I do? Just to give me one extra day."


"You can slide your cock and balls through this portal, or I can remove them from your body, permanently, and you can slide them down your throat," Jaro said. He cupped underneath Vull's chin, lifting the feline muzzle up to stare down into his eyes. "As much as you enjoy being tortured, I don't think you'd enjoy losing your little toys permanently, would you?"


His eyes glanced down, catching the sight of the feline's erection, and then drew slowly back up, a contemptuous smirk across his muzzle. "Or perhaps you would."


Vull shuddered. Jaro's question lingered in the air of the room, mingling with the heavy, oppressive silence that followed. He looked down, staring at his thick pride, his balls clutched in the dragon's paw, and at the small ring glowing in his hand.
It pulsed, a hard, insistent throb that made him wince. He hated it. Hated the way his body betrayed him, hated the way it still craved... anything. He would never have gotten hard at the idea of being emasculated, a year ago, but now his dick dripped with the thought of it. He didn't want it, but every time he had ejaculated, it had been because he was about to be, or was, being emasculated. The horror and revulsion and the arousal and excitement were getting all mixed together in his mind. He didn't want it, but he couldn’t help it.


"It won't fit," he objected, finally. All of his former swagger was now reduced to petulance, but he had to at least try. There was a reason Jaro was keeping him around, had allowed him his equipment back. The dragon wanted him to use it, and Vull was failing, too caught up in feeling good to realize what was expected, desired from him. He slid his free paw down to wrap around his erection, holding back a grimace at the rough, dry texture of his finger pads against his own cock. He stroked slowly along it, towards the tip, his cock throbbing at the sensation but his mind shrieking at the over stimulation. "Just look, Jaro... my cock, my balls, they're too big now for that tiny little portal. The rim's barely two inches across, you can't possible expect-"


Jaro chuckled, interrupting him. “Expect? You mistake your role.” He twisted his paw, crushing the tiger's sensitive balls against each other as he pulled down on them, tugging against the over extended, inflamed cords as he pulled Vull close enough to share their breaths together. "I expect you to stuff those soft, over ripened fruits you call testicles into the portal. I demand your preposterous shaft follow suit. And then, I expect you to complete your task."


'Just do it, and get it over with,' Vull rationalized to himself. 'Submit, obey, play his stupid fucking games, and maybe he'll let you go. He'll pull you back out of the portal.' But another part of him just wanted to laugh. Why would Jaro release him again? Jaro hated him, enjoyed nothing more than making him suffer, and was clearly relishing the subjugation that he was demanding Vull inflict upon himself. He didn't want to put on the portal. He knew that the hopeless agony that would follow would hollow him out again. He had only that morning finally started feeling whole again, and now he was being forced to give it all up. Again.


There was something worse, though. All of the dread and fear the flowed through him, the particular anxiety that you only felt when you had to hurt yourself, but woven in between those negative feelings was a spark of desire. It was twisted, and it was wrong, but it flared to life deep in his gut and he could not pretend he didn't feel it. He had felt it before, the night that he had allowed Jaro to strap him down to the table. A peculiar urge to feel his need to control be taken away from him, to be helpless to the whims of another. It mocked his horniness, his urge to escape and resume a normal life. His body thrummed with it.


He wanted to throw the ring away, to flee the house entirely, to leave Jaro as a soiled blot in his past. But he knew that he wouldn’t, because deep down, he was starting to feel that this was what he had been craving all along. The submission, the power, the helplessness, the.. lack of control. He could feel the portal’s gaze, cold and unyielding, as though it were a living thing waiting to consume him. And Jaro, looming and watching nearby, was clearly enjoying his reluctance.


Head bowed in shame, he held the ring back to Jaro. "Sir," he started. "I can't do it. I can't put myself into the ring again."


"You can't?" Jaro growled, "Or you won't."


"I... can't." Vull shifted uncomfortably, his naked skin trembling with unfelt shivers. "I need you to do it for me." His lips pulled back, his head lowering deeper in shame. "I'm.. sorry."


Jaro's expression changed, his cold amusement turning to offense. "Really, pet? You're sorry?" The dragon snatched the ring back out of the tiger's paw. "You, who have failed me at every turn, who has selfishly indulged yourself with your own pleasure, you dare to ask for something in return? "


Vull's eyes widened, and he shrunk down and away from the dragon, realizing immediately that he had gone too far. He panicked, and reached for the portal, only for Jaro to lift it out of the way.


"How dare you make demands of me?" Jaro seethed, his voice low and dangerous. "You don’t get to make demands. You’re nothing but my toy, Vull, my disposable toy that has still somehow managed to disappoint me. " With a swift and cruel motion, Jaro reached out and took the portal from Vull's hands. His claws hooked into the root of Vull's scrotum, tugging the tiger to himself with a crushing force that made Vull cry out in pain. His balls bulged between the dragon's fingers, and Jaro's breath was hot against his face, his golden eyes blazing with anger and contempt.


The dragon brought the portal down, crushing his palms together. Vull curled over, grunting as his heavy orbs were mashed up against the inner ring of the portal ring, and clung to the dragon's upper arm. With a cruel smile, the dragon twisted his paws, grinding the two eggs together. There was no way that they could fit through, not at the same time, but Jaro pushed them through anyways. Vull shuddered at the audible wet crackling sound, a sickening noise that made him whine in a sharp keening sound.


"Mercy," he whispered, knowing full well he would not be afforded any. His balls were distended, flattened and crushed together, and with a painful rush of relief, he felt them flop through, slapping down into the open air of another area. He could feel them, just hanging in the open air, somewhere else. He bit back a sob of grief, knowing that he would not be seeing them for a long time again...


If at all.


Then, Jaro gripped Vull's still straining erection, his fingers wrapping around the thick, hot flesh. Vull throbbed, his claws prickling into Jaro's thick bicep, as he felt his cock bent crudely downwards.


"Too long, it's too long," he tried to protest, feeling both sides of the portal press against the base of his shaft, and just beneath the glans. Nine inches was too long to fit through the aperture, at least lengthwise, but Jaro didn't care. A clawed thumb pushed into the center, the veined length bulging around the insistent pressure. Vull could feel it bowing as the underbelly of his shaft was forced down into the portal, his erection straining to remain erect. The smooth metal rim crushed over the feline's sensitive barbs, flattening them against his dick, and he yelped as one of them was scraped clean off.




Vull screamed, the pain excruciating but also quite familiar. He had been shaved, plucked and trimmed repeatedly in the last months, but feeling it again reminded him of his place. His cock folded in half, as Jaro stuffed it brusquely down through the disposal portal. The seeping tip, still quite erect, straining and thick, tore as it was crushed past the rim of the portal. He could feel the skin peeling away from the tissue underneath, the It was sudden and brutal, and then it was over, the tiger's equipment taken away from him once again.


"Thank me," Jaro said, as the tiger continued to cling to his arm. The jock's body was limp, defeated, his snout buried into the side of the dragon's chest. Vull looked up at him, eyes wet with tears of pain, confusedly. "Thank me, for giving you what you wanted."


Vull blinked, releasing the dragon's paw, his body swaying but his equipment dangling meatily in some other place, still and untouched. He could feel the gap again, between his legs, could feel the solid metal ring pushing flush against  the naked, hairless skin of his groin. He stared at the lack, the chrome stamp of Jaro's ownership. His tail curled up between his legs, and he grasped it, holding it and wringing it between his paws.


"Thank you," he finally muttered, his brain flooding with humiliation. He felt so small, so pathetic, the pain a welcome distraction from the complete collapse of his confidence from stud tiger to limp, pathetic worm.


"Louder,' Jaro said. He stepped past Vull, shouldering him out of the way as he strode down the center of the room, towards the main hall. He was not waiting to hear it, but Vull knew that he was still expecting it.


"Thank you!" The emasculated tiger shouted. He was exhausted, and nearly delirious with the rushing, conflicting emotions that flooded his brain, but underneath it all.. he was grateful.
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The Punishment


"Panties," Vull said, quietly, his cheeks already flushed with nervous embarrassment.


"Panties?" asked the clerk, the sleek red-furred fox looking over the top of his spectacles at the tiger. "What kind of panties are we talking about?"


Vull squirmed. He glanced away, his arms folded over his chest, keeping his trenchcoat closed. There were no buttons, no zippers on it, and he was hoping nobody would notice that his feet were unshoed underneath. His tail lashed along the inside of his coat in agitation. He did not want to get frog-marched out of the mall for indecent exposure, after all.


"I dunno. Pink ones," Vull said, trying to look nonchalant. "A dragon, uh, called earlier. He placed an order. I'm here to pick them up."


"Oh, so you're Jaro's prized Siberian," the fox said, a smirk sliding across his muzzle. His bared canines were neatly aligned, and gleamed with false sincerity. He stepped out from behind where he was folding shirts, and circled Vull like a connoisseur inspecting a rare sculpture. "Tall, broad shouldered, and hopelessly straight. He certainly has a type, doesn't he?"


"I'm not straight," Vull managed to say, resisting the urge to wrap the coat tighter around his imposing frame. He expected, briefly, to feel the heavy garment against the front of his flaccid shaft, but was reminded yet again that his equipment was out of reach, gone but for a hollow ache in his groin. "Jaro sent me to pick out some garments, to make up for.. a decision I made."


Raynard gave Vull the side-eye with one raised eyebrow. "Come on now, we both know this isn't about what you want," he cooed, tracing a claw along the edge of a white lace bra that hung innocently on a nearby rack. "This is punishment, isn't it? A game for Jaro's amusement?"


Vull could feel his hope that the fox might be an ally, an associate who might be sympathetic to the tiger's desperate situation, deflate. The fox's eyes glittered with knowing delight as he cupped his chin in one paw. "Umm, no, it is just.. a task. Gotta pick stuff up. It's not even for me, really."


"Oh, sure, of course it's not," Reynard said, nodding understandingly. "You're FAR too manly to be caught wearing fishnets, right? Well, unfortunately, you probably didn't know this, but Jaro doesn't place orders, he gives instructions. And his instructions were to find the perfect pair of underwear for your 'new body'." The fox paused, relishing the tiger's discomfort and the guilty look on his blocky muzzle. "I'm still gonna need to take your measurements. We want to make sure we get the, what did Jaro request? That's right, tawdry. That's what we're aiming for."


"Not so loud, please," Vull asked, barely whispering. His ears were folded back against his head, heated and red. An ewe who was trying on a fancy church hat turned to look at him, her lips turned down into a frown. "I am... really not into this kind of stuff."


"He said you might suggest that," the fox said. He sucked his lips against the front of his teeth, giving the tiger a knowing wink. "What happened? Did you mess up a household chore, and so now you have to dress up like a maid for a week?"


"Something like that," Vull admitted. So the fox knew about Jaro, knew about the whole tasks and challenges shtick. Great. Vull hugged around his chest, tighter. "I have to, um, repay his... generosity."


"Well that's just great. Unfortunately, I would be remiss if I bedecked you with anything less than the very best undergarments that a ~stud~ like you deserves, so, I will be needing to see you. Naked. Go on, take the trenchcoat off."


Vull glanced over to the hallway behind the fox, to the changing stalls that were offering a bit of privacy. "Okay, which room do you want me to go into?"


"Tsk tsk," the fox said, clicking his teeth. His tail swished with predatorial glee. "You misunderstand. Changing stalls are for paying customers. You are a pet." He gestured to an open area, between two racks of clothes that needed to be reshelved. "Strip."


Vull's tail lashed through the air behind him. "What, there?"


"Yes. There. Come on, don't waste my time. This isn't your body anymore, stripes. It is owned by the dragon. You're merely leasing it." Reynard placed a slender hand on the small of the tiger's back, guiding him towards the space. The racks were only waist high, offering scant protection from the well dressed shoppers nearby. "Go on, drop that filthy coat so we can make you a pretty boy."


Vull sighed, and shrugged out of the coat. It crumpled to the polished floor, the feline's bared form revealed. His pelt was little more than fuzz, and his taut musculature was bared, his buttocks clenching into tightened dimples as he exposed himself to the other shoppers-by.


He heard the gasp, as it rippled from one customer to another. He heard a giggle, and felt the stare of random people looking at him. He cupped his hand over his groin, attempting to hide the sleek chrome ring, the empty circle emphasizing the emptiness inside it. It was an open wound, sharing the feline's emasculation to anyone who might snatch a peek.


"Oh, lovely," Reynard said, as he cupped openly against the tiger's bared groin. "Such an efficient and effective accessory. It really brings out your... lack."


Vull bristled, shifting his stance and raising his chin. Behind him, people whispered, their hushed tones painting invisible, judgmental strokes across his naked body. He could hear the clicks of cameras capturing the feline's disgrace, his vulnerability being uploaded onto the internet for the world to see.


And all the while that people ogled and captured snapshots of himself, Reynard measured him, adjusted him, and examined him. His inner thighs, his buttocks, his tail, the vulpine pressed a soft cloth tape against his flesh against each. At one point, he gripped the tiger's tail, twisting it up into the air to bare the soft star underneath. The chilled, climate controlled air chilled against Vull's pucker, making him clench himself in irritation.


"Why are you being so fussy?" Reynard asked, as he measured from the top of the feline's protruding hip bone to the edge of the cock ring. "I was thinking you'd look good in leather, perhaps a nice plump jockstrap, but this kind of prissiness is making me think... pastels, yes. A soft lilac would be perfect."


Vull sighed. He stared longingly towards the changing rooms, wondering how much trouble he would get into if he just bailed. He could just leave. He could go to the locksmith that he had seen over by the hardware section, and get the chrome portal picked, hacked, something to get it off of his groin. He could reclaim his masculinity, and then reclaim some aspect of normal life again. Did he even have an apartment anymore? Some place to go back to? He didn't know.


The air felt thick with ridicule as Reynard's voice, sharp and carrying, sliced through his thoughts. "Come on, stripes," he cooed mockingly, his words laced with venomous mirth, "surely you have some suggestions for what we shall drape over your exposed body? Something flimsy, perhaps? A delicate satin?"


Reynard held up a pair of shimmering, pale blue panties up against the tiger's belly, speculatively comparing the contrast between the tiger's skin and the sheer fabric. "No, I think not. Lace, perhaps." Reynard tossed the fabric to the side, plucking up a black thong with a delicate arrangement of holes. "Oh, yes, lace is befitting a sissy such as yourself; so fragile and utterly useless in concealing anything of worth. Of course, you don't have anything of worth, do you?"


Vull's eyes widened in shock, and he felt his tail tucking down between his legs from the verbal lashing. "The hell, dude..." He said, hurt by the fox's bold meanness. "It's bad enough that I had to come here, please don't make it worse."


But Reynard's glee could not be contained, exuding from him like a tangible force. "Oh, is that so? Something a bit more discrete, then. Something that can better hide your inadequacy? Would you like that? Yes? Perfect."


Click, went a camera behind him. He turned, peeking over his shoulder, where a couple shoppers had gathered, unabashedly capturing photos of himself. One was shaking her head and frowning disgustedly. A married couple were snickering and whispering to each other.


"Pervert," he heard, and he looked back in front of him, staring at the rack of lingerie in front of him, a forest of silk and frills that swayed mockingly as Reynard picked through them with slender fingers, searching for just the right garment. He ahh'd with satisfaction, and plucked up a pair of sheer, white lace panties. The flowery pattern extended up past the waistband and down along the legs, creating a soft, uneven shape similar to the petals of a daisy.


Reynard slipped his arms around the tiger's waist, drawing the underwear taut across the feline's muscular buttocks. "Oh, yes, this is quite nice. A snowy veil for the blushing bride."


Vull heard the derisive laughter behind him, shifting uncomfortably, maintaining his composure even as the fox toyed with him.


"What do you all think?" Reynard asked the audience. "Does the white lace look good on our virginal feline bride-to-be?"


"Slut!" was the only response, barked out from some stranger who had no idea who Vull was or why he was here. "Queer! Whore!"


"Get that shit outta here," someone else complained. "Keep your weird perversions to yourself!"


"Oh, no, we are an inclusive boutique," Reynard reprimanded. "We accept money from anyone, no matter HOW filthy their fantasies are. Perhaps you are right though, this is the wrong color for our esteemed guest." He placed the lace to the side. "Perhaps the color of harlotry would better match your eyes."


"Just pick something," Vull said, his claws digging into the meat of his bicep. He had been embarrassed at first, but the ingratiating smugness of the sleek fox was just making him irritated now.


"So impetuous," the fox teased. "So eager to be sorted into your proper place. Oh, Jaro likes them wild and unruly, doesn't he? Though I admit, tiger, you're looking less and less unruly by the day."


He poked through the rack of garments, glancing over the tiger's buzz-cut body. "I bet you were proud of your thick, dark stripes, weren't you? I bet you loved the way they rippled over your muscles, making them look even bigger and buffer. Now you're just a wet rat." Renard laughed with a series of sharp yelps. "And I bet you loved the way your dick hung down between your legs. Of course, you don't have anything now. And you never will again."


"I'll get it back," Vull retorted. "I already got them back once."
"Uh huh," Renard said. He winked knowingly to the tiger, as he pulled out a blood red bit of shimmering fabric. "You're probably the fifth 'pet' to come in here and say that. I bet you really believe you'll get them back again, too."


"I..." Vull paused, his brow darkening. He was going to get them back. He glanced to the right, unsure now. He was going to recapture his pride, obviously, but he didn't like the smarmy insinuations. Renard was clearly enjoying the feline's discomfort, which only spurred him on in his quest to find the perfect garment to degrade Vull fully.


"Yeah, best not to speak," Renard said. He yipped then, a soft bark of glee, and there it was, hanging between his fingers. It was a brilliant, candy apple red, a chevron of sparkling red sequins that led to a big, black circular gap. It was crotchless, garish and grotesque in its blatancy. The fox immediately brought it closer, dangling the thong before the tiger, letting it sway like bait on a hook. Vull recoiled as if it were a venomous serpent. "Put this on."


"I'll just take it with me," Vull protested, reaching for it. The sequins reflected and glittered harshly, the sparkling garment drawing the eyes to it. "And I'll try it on at Jaro's."


"You will wear it out," Renard corrected him. "This is your task, remember. So put it on."


Vull hated this, but Renard was right. Vull's obedience was absolutely key to reclaiming what remaining dignity he had left. He sighed, and knelt down, slicing his large paws through the leg holes of the garish, blood-red monstrosity of an undergarment. He stood up, tugging the fabric up his legs, the sequins scraping through the short fuzz of his trimmed fur before nestling snugly around his waist.


"Oh, it's perfect," Reynard declared. He gripped the waistband and lifted it up, tugging it into place just over the tiger's hip bones. The fabric bit into the inside of his thighs, the sequins scraping against his unprotected groin. The fox ignored that, as he tucked and tweaked, adjusting the black neoprene circle. There was a snapping sound, as it popped over the chrome ring, snapping behind it.


Vull stared at himself in the mirror. He was diminished, pathetic, his body shorn and the red panties he was wearing only underlined the black and silver bullseye at his groin.


"Isn't it lovely?" Renard hissed, and Vull said nothing. The fox took the tiger by the elbow. "It is. It fits you perfectly. Come, let's take you to the check out."


"My coat-" Vull mumbled, turning with the fox's insistence to face the people who were staring at him. Some laughed, at the protruding silver ornament, some shocked, others revulsed.




"You don't need that," Renard confided sardonically, as he placed his hand on the small of the feline's back and nudged him away from the changing rooms. "You should stand proud, enjoy the attention. After all you're Jaro's pet, and you should let the world know. It's not like you can hide his brand anyways."


The sequins whispered as they ruffled together, as the tall feline was pushed towards the door. Vull held his hands in front of him, hiding the lack of anything between his legs, as whispers flowers around him, their disdain colder than the chill of the winter's air outside.


"Check out the big guy!" a voice snickered from the left. "What a shame, I thought he'd be packing more than just... muscle."


He was going to have to walk home like this.


"Such a pervert," another hissed. "Freak."


"I really need my coat," he said again, stiffening as the fox urged him forward. "It has my wallet in it." It didn't, but he needed it regardless.


"Oh, don't worry about such things - Jayo has excellent credit here," Reynard said, loud enough for those nearby to hear. "He does so enjoy allowing his pets to express their true selves, though I admit, none of his pets have ever been quite so.. expressive with their rampant sexuality. No judgement, of course!"


And with that, Reynard shoved Vull through the door and out into the open, frigid air. He heard laughter behind him, as the door swung shut behind him, chiming merrily. It was cold.


The sky overhead was gray and bleak, with long streaks of raggedy puffs of clouds trailing out of sight behind the buildings around him. A breeze blew past, frost nipping at the tiger's nipples, and he hugged himself. He sighed, and started walking.


He had made this walk before, though the last time, it had been wet and slushy.. and he had been on his hands and knees, collared, and freshly shaved. At least today he could stand upright.  


He kept to the sidewalk, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his head down, the sharp cold cutting over his heated cheeks. He could hear the sequins gently tingling as he walked, and the shine of the chrome ring kept catching his attention. A van honked as it blew past him, its mirror sweeping just past his shoulder. The tiger jumped to the side, and the movement caused the thong to ride up uncomfortably in his ass.


He was going to walk back to his home, parading himself into Jaro's den of immorality, and be tormented, tortured and abused again. Having to beg the dragon to portal him had done something to him, something he had not ever imagined doing. He could still feel the casual, uncaring brutality with which Jaro had crushed the tiger's equipment into the portal, and how helpless he had felt as his master had done it.
This was not Vull. This was not the kind of man Vull was. Vull could never have imagined himself in such a situation... just like he couldn't imagine the tortures that he would be forced to undergo, over the last seven months. Feeling himself sliced, torn, crushed, melted, and reformed. Things crawling inside him. His testicles converted into breeding chambers for insects.
It was horrific, and Vull couldn't understand how he had allowed it to happen.
And that was when he realized it. The entire time, he had been under Jaro's careful eye, under his guardianship, under the dragon's house. And now... for the first time... he wasn't. Jaro wasn't here, and Vull was not wearing any chains.
His ears perked upwards, finally, as a surge of adrenaline began to flow through his body. He began to look around, away from the path ahead of him. Yes, there. A narrow alleyway, just ahead and to the right. The road he was on led directly back to Jaro's, but this could lead... anywhere. Without hesitation, he bound towards it, his tail swishing through the air as he ducked off of the street and into the darkness.
The moment he did, he felt a weight lifted off of him. No more people staring at him, no more sparkling, garishness bringing attention to the gap between his legs. He had taken a step towards his own future instead of being forced to go down a path that was set out for him. He leaned against the rough brick wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to collect himself.
"Okay, think Vull," he said, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "Think. What can we do? Where can we go? We can start over. We can go back to normal again."
But even as he spoke the words, Vull knew they rang hollow. Jaro had already won, hadn't he? The chrome portal between his legs was a constant reminder of his defeat, a physical representation of the dragon's dominance over him.
His head spun, his mind a chaotic surge of thoughts and feelings. He could find some of his old friends. His wolf buddy, he was into quantum stuff, he could decode the portal. His brother had clothes, and he could stay with him for a bit, get back on his feet again. He was so caught up in the fantasy of escape, of normality, that he didn't notice the slow, heavy, deliberate footsteps that approached him. In fact, he didn't notice the other person's presence until a large, leather-gloved hand rested on his shoulder.
Vull's muscles coiled, ready to spring up, but a crushing squeeze along his collarbone kept him in place. Vull looked up, and his heart sank.
It was another predator, a large grizzly bear clad, burly and heavy gutted. He was wearing leather, not enough to make sense, just enough to keep himself from getting arrested. The bear glared down at him, lips pulling back in derision at the tiger's skimpy thong and chrome portal.
The bear let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through Vull's bones. "Well, well, well..." he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "What do we have here? A little tiger cub who thought he could run away from his problems?"
Vull swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. This bear was trouble, Vull had been in enough bars late at night to know when a guy was itching for someone to fight. He knew he was in trouble, but he knew better than to show it... thong or not. "Listen, pal," he said, reasonably, his voice steady. "I don't know what you want, but I'm not interested. So why don't you just turn around and walk away, before I make you."
The bear let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing off the alley walls. "Oh, I don't think you're in any position to be making threats, little tiger. See, I know all about you and your little predicament. You're far away from home, far away from safety." His thick, dull claws stroked down the back of the tiger's back. "You look tough, though. You look like you can take it rough."
Before Vull could react, the bear slammed the tiger backwards against the alley wall, knocking the wind from Vull's lungs in a rush. Vull reached up, twisting to pull himself free from the bear's grip, but the grizzly's fingers were resolute.
"Let me go, you asshole, you have no idea what you're fucking with!" Vull snarled, his claws swiping up towards the bear's eyes. The bear twisted his head out of the way, taking a rake through the fur along his jaw. Blood clung to Vull's fingers, but the bear's eyes only glittered more excitedly.
"Oh, feisty." the bear sneered, his hot, garlicky breath washing over Vull's face. "I like that. Did you know I was here, kitten? Is that why you dressed up? Oh, I bet it is. You came looking for trouble." Black lips pulled back, teeth bulging hungrily out into the open air. "Fortunately for you, I know just how to handle little toys like you."
The bear's meaty paw clamped down on Vull's muzzle, clamping it closed, forcing Vull to suck breath past the palm of the musky leather glove he was wearing. His other hand went down, reaching under his gut, and hooking into his jock. Vull couldn't look down, his snout held in place, so he glared up at the bear as he heard the shift of thick flesh slide against leather.
The bear pushed down, using his grip on the cat's snout to twist downwards and forcing Vull down to his knees. The bear's heavy, veined organ draped over his fingers, broad and pudging, the tip crusted with salted rime. The musky scent filled Vull's nostrils, making him gag involuntarily, mouth yawning to retch at the scent of unwashed, filthy penis. As he did, the bear released his snout, grasping the back of his head instead. Before Vull could react, the bear yanked his head in against his groin, and shoving that slab of bear meat right past Vull's lips, the pudgy girth sleeving right down the tiger's throat.
The bear's foot thunked up against the tiger's portal ring, tracing the smooth metal with the block end of his boot. "Fuck, you've got no balls to speak of, do ya tiger?" the bear growled, thrusting his hips forward. "Just a gaping hole where your nuts should be. Pathetic.. but fitting."
Vull choked and sputtered around the thick shaft, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. The bear's cock was huge, stretching his jaws wide and gouging along the back of his throat with each pump of the bear's hips. Vull's tongue curled around the veiny length, tasting the briny mix of salt and sweat.
The bear gripped Vull's ears, using them as handles as he fucked the tiger's face with brutal force. Drool leaked from the corners of Vull's mouth, dripping down his chin as he gurgled around the thick cock invading his throat. It hardened as the bear thrusted, the girth of it scrubbing between Vull's tonsils. The foreskin slid back, the flared cockhead probing blindly against the tiger's throat, and as Vull tried to accommodate it, he felt the thick skin scrape along the root of the bear's shaft.
He smelled blood, and could see the gouge into the flesh of the bear's root where his fangs had pierced the skin. The bear ripped back on his head, his erection thudding up against his belly as he retracted from Vull's maw.
"Son of a bitch, he said you'd be feisty, didn't expect you to bite, though." The bear grinned, stroking a thumb along the wound on his shaft, then licking the blood from his finger.
"I didn't mean to-" Vull started to say, but the bear tsk'd at him, grasping the tiger's head in both paws.
"Well that's even worse, you see," he said. "Biting me because you want to, that's hot. Biting me because you're fucking bad at your job? That's inexcusable."
"It's not my-" Vull started to say, but was interrupted by the bear's knee slamming into the underside of his snout with a sickening crunch. White-hot pain radiated up through the tiger's skull, his tongue barely slipping back between his teeth as his jaws were pulverized into each other with brutal force. He felt them shattering, ceramic teeth exploding in his maw and piercing into his cheeks, his gums as blood filled his mouth.
"Well, that shut you up," the bear laughed. Vull's eyes rolled back in his head, his body convulsing from the shock of his violent undetentation. The bear stuffed a thumb between Vull's jaws, feeling the gritty pieces of teeth, and forced it back open. White, chunky powder and drool and blood spilled out of the tiger's maw, as the bear inspected his 'work'.
"Whew, that did a number on ya, didn't it? I hope Jaro has good dental for you." He whistled appreciatively, and stroked a thick thumb along the ruined stumps. Vull, lost in a fog of shock, was brought back to the moment by the excruciating agony of his naked, exposed nerve endings being rubbed and ground against.
He yowled, screeching and trying to pull away, but the bear was holding the back of his head, keeping him in place.
"They're gone, tiger," the bear growled, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Your fancy little chompers are nothing but mush now. Guess you won't be biting off any cocks anytime soon, eh?"
Tears streamed down Vull's face as he choked on a sob, bits of tooth and blood clinging to his tongue as he did so. His jaw was still intact, he thought, but his mouth was a gloryhole of agony. When he tried to spit, the action caused a wave of pain so intense that he almost blacked out, a glob of viscera oozing off of his chin.
The bear wasn't done with him yet. Vull couldn't fight back, still processing the overwhelming constant electrocution of pain from his ruined teeth, so when the bear pushed him against the wall and brought his now very-erect dick back to his lips, all the tiger could do.. was whimper. The bear held Vull by the cheek ruffs and stuffed his cock back into the tiger's mouth. The broad tip gleefully pushed past the cracked fangs, breaking more of them off and forcing remnants of Vull's fangs into his throat.
"Oh, fuck yeah," the bear said, enjoying the sensation of the raw throat around his cock and not caring about the damage he'd caused. Vull gagged and mewed around the thick shaft, his throat spasming as it was forced to accommodate the girthy intruder.
The bear set a brutal pace, hammering into Vull's face with savage abandon. Each stroke pushed against the tiger's nerves, his fingers and toes splaying in overwhelming spasms, his brain frying from the sheer intensity of the pain. Crusty drool clung to the tiger's lips with each thrust, his cheeks bulging obscenely around the bear's plunging cock.
"That's it, take it all like a good little cumslut," the bear grunted, his heavy balls slapping against Vull's chin with every stroke, the steady thumping making the tiger drunk with the spasms of pain. "You're such a pretty hole for me to use, now. Oh, and you spasm so deliciously when I crush my hips into your snout. Does it hurt, little kitty? I hope your dragon keeps your teeth just like this, so that we can all enjoy your mouth like this."
Vull's vision started to tunnel as the bear sheathed himself, his thick shaft clogging his throat and cutting off his air supply. The world narrowed down to the throbbing shaft violating his throat, his own muffled gurgling, and the crushing weight of the bear's body pinning him against the wall.
Vull tried to push back, but it was already too late for that. Between the exhaustion, the pain, and the surprise of everything escalating so quickly, by the time the tiger finally started pushing against the bear's hips, he was already too weak. His claws pushed against the bear's thick hide, but were barely able to more than prickle. He was faltering, getting weaker as the bear sawed his dick back and forth, never pulling it out of the tiger's throat for long enough for Vull to take in a breath.
On the plus side, the bear seemed at least to be a hair trigger.
The bear's thrusts grew more erratic, his shaft pulsing and throbbing wildly in Vull's ravaged gullet. The tiger gagged and choked as the bear slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, a fresh wave of excruciation short circuiting the tiger's brain as the bear's hips crushed against his wounded jaws.
Vull vaguely felt the torrent of hot, salty cum that erupted from the bear's cock, flooding Vull's esophagus. He felt the wet heat as it slid down his throat, could feel the intimate throb and pulses of the bear's dick against his tongue, and felt the nausea of his stomach being forced to accept something he had never swallowed.
As the bear emptied his heavy balls into Vull's gullet, the tiger's world started to fade. Black spots danced across the tiger's vision as his lungs burned for air. He was dimly aware of the bear's sack twitching against his chin with each spurt, a blatant reminder of the gap between the tiger's own legs, but he couldn't care anymore. Maybe, he thought, as things darkened, this was better.
Then he could breathe again. The bear pulled out of his mouth, one thick blob of cum spurting across Vull's brow, christening him with the bear's seed. Vull tried to pull away, but the bear had one last degradation for him, as he wiped his dick clean on Vull's cheeks. The slimy mixture clung to Vull's skin, and he could smell the starchy bitterness of the bear's cum as it stained into his flesh.
Then he was released, and slumped down to the concrete, coughing and sputtering as he tried to clear his abused throat. Drool and cum drooled over his lips, dripping onto his bare chest, before he turned onto all fours and retched onto the ground. Cum, blood, teeth and bile splattered the concrete between his paws. The alleyway spun around him, the brick walls seeming to close in from all sides. Vull blinked hard, trying to clear his vision, but everything remained distorted and out of focus. It was like waking up from a bad dream, except the nightmare was still very much real.
"Congratulations," the bear sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You just failed another test."
Vull's heart sank as the words registered. Failed? Test? What the hell was this bear talking about? He strained to lift his head, wincing at the pain that shot through his battered snout. When he finally managed to focus on the bear's face, he could see the cruel smirk playing at the corners of its mouth.
"You didn't think Jaro would let you run off that easily, did you?" the bear asked, chuckling darkly. "He set this whole thing up. The outfit, the humiliation at the store. He wanted to see if you had fully accepted your place as his property. You couldn't help yourself, though, could you?"
The bear laughed, pushing at Vull's shoulder with one boot, kicking him onto his side and then pushing his boot against Vull's throat. The tiger whimpered, grasping at the bear's black leather and trying to push it away, and in response the bear pushed down further.
"Know your fucking place," the bear said, smiling in a friendly way down. "If you had gone home, you'd be having ice cream right now. Jaro told me to wait in this alley and that if a slut came running down, that I Could do whatever I wanted with him. How's that make you feel, knowing just how pathetic you are that your owner knows exactly what you'd try to do to escape?"
Vull couldn't talk, but a harsh mewl of pathetic despair bubbled out from inside him, his face contorting into shame and horror. Fuck.
"You are lucky I don't just kill you right here," the bear growled, his voice low and menacing. "But that would be too easy for a pathetic worm like you. No, I think you need to learn your lesson the hard way. And I'll get in trouble if I leave another corpse in the dumpster, even one that deserves it as badly as you do."
The bear lifted his boot off of Vull's throat, and stepped away from him. He tucked his softening dick back into his jock, and wiped his nose with his forearm. "Tell Jaro he owes me one," he called over his shoulder. "And next time, don't run. It only makes things worse for you in the end."
Vull's mind reeled as the realization hit him. Of course. It made sense now - the way Jaro had looked at him before sending him out, the knowing glint in his eye. It had all been a set-up, a twisted test of loyalty and obedience. It wasn't fair, though. Vull didn't want any of this. Jaro was inflicting this pain and suffering on him and demanding he accept it, and he couldn't. He wouldn't.
A wave of shame washed over Vull as he thought about how easily he had fallen for it. How pathetic he must look now, sprawled out on the filthy ground in nothing but a skimpy thong, his pride shattered along with his teeth. He wanted to scream, but then he would just get more attention, more abuse, more suffering. The feline pushed himself to sit up, the pain in his mouth a constant ache, a lifeboat that was keeping him from sinking into unconsciousness.
His stomach gurgled, the nausea still churning, and he could feel the bite of his own bile soaking into the open wounds in his maw. He sniffled, wallowing in the misery of his situation. What could he do? What options did he have but to give in?
And that was when he felt the hands of a phantom, warm and smooth and oh so familiar, wrapping around the disembodied flesh of his penis, and Vull realized with a shock that his shaft was erect.
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Whoever was playing with Vull was enjoying themselves. Their fingers were warm, and slick, and tender, as they handled the tiger's nuggets and thick length. If Vull's brain wasn't already fried from the pain and savagery of the bear's attack, he might have even enjoyed it. As it was, the slick, teasing caresses along his member simply made the broken shards of his teeth throb.
The thing was, the way that the soft fingers touched and handled him was exactly the way that the tiger liked. Slow, supple, teasing against the feline's heated flesh would normally have him purring. But, like everything else in his life, what he wanted and what he could actually enjoy were only ever tangentially connected. Vull could imagine how nice it would feel to get jerked off the way he was being jerked off right now, but he knew he would never actually feel it in a way he could actually enjoy.
He staggered out of the alleyway, his mouth a pulsating mass of pain. The sharp cold winter wind whistled across exposed nerves in his mouth, forcing Vull to keep his lips sealed in a tight line. He had to get back to Jaro's before the pain really set in. The bracing bite of the harsh February air raked across the short-shorn fur of his nearly naked body like a disapproving hand,  but he barely noticed it - frostbite? Frostbite was nothing. Vull's mind spiraled with dark thoughts, shame and agony dancing together as he shambled forward.
Vull swallowed, his tongue still slimy. The bear's seed clung to the inside of his mouth with stubborn determination, still caking the back of his throat and clinging to the underside of his tongue. He ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, trying to scrape away the bitter, salty residue, but it seems to have bonded with his saliva into a glue-like surface that coated everything from his lips back. His stomach turns as he swallows involuntarily, the thick clinging to his throat in glutinous strands. He couldn't help himself, and spit onto the pavement, a frothy mixture of blood and semen that made his brain spasm with pain as he forced it out over his wrecked fangs.
"Fuck," he mutters, the word whistling through the new gaps in his dental architecture. He tried not to think about it, of what had happened, and his mind blanked with a solid foghorn of pain as he probed his tongue into one of the ruined fangs in his lower jaw. He leaned against the brick wall, and closed his eyes, just trying to recenter himself. His head swam, his body ached, and somewhere, someone was gently kneading his heavy testicles. He felt like he was going to puke again, and he focused on regaining control of himself, tamping the swirling morass of despair and loss that was threatening to consume him back down into his stomach. He had this. It was a bad situation, but he was going to be fine.
He opened his eyes, noticing the dark clouds overhead. More bad weather swooping in, and Vull was in no position to be staying outside for the night. He looked down at himself, taking inventory of what remained of his dignity. It's not much. The red sequined panties cling to his hips like desperate fingers, the gaudy fabric catching what little light seeps between the buildings. Cum splatters had drooled down and stained the circular bits of shiny plastic. The panties frame the smooth, furred space between his legs where his endowments had once hung. They were gaudy, designed to showcase what he was lacking.
A group of office workers passed by Vull on the opposite sidewalk, their eyes widening at the sight of the nearly naked tiger, his powerful body now a canvas of abuse and humiliation. One of them snickers, nudging his companion. Vull's ears flatten against his skull, but he doesn't run or hide. Running is what got him into this mess in the first place.
The wind picked up, and now Vull could smell the impending snow. His shoulders shuddered, his body attempting to keep itself from freezing as the cool wind wicked the heat from his broad muscles. His muscular body, once a source of pride and constant attention at the gym where he worked, was turned against itself. There was no chub to protect him from the cold fingers digging into his bones. As cold as it was, though, it didn't compare to the icy dread pooling in his gut at the thought of returning to Jaro.
A car horn blares, jerking Vull back to the present. He'd wandered into the street without noticing, and an angry driver gestured to him, offended and irate. Vull held up his hands in apology, and turned, stumbling back onto the sidewalk, his balance compromised by exhaustion and  pain. It wasn't an excuse, of course.
Three blocks from Jaro's house, Vull passes a pet shop. In the window, a selection of collars and leashes are artfully displayed. His paw rises unconsciously to his own neck, feeling the smooth chrome band permanently affixed there. It looks like an expensive piece of jewelry to the casual observer, but Vull knows better. It's a symbol and a tool, capable of delivering anything from gentle warning vibrations to incapacitating shocks. Jaro has never needed to use the latter, not when the former was so humiliating on its own. He traced a finger along the back of it, to the imperceptible seam that he knew had to be there but which he could not find with his chilled finger tips.
The glossy black door of Jaro's residence appears before him sooner than expected. The mansion sits back from the street, protected by an ornate iron fence and well manicured evergreen hedges. The walkway leading to the entrance is heated, and Vull feels the blessed warmth against his numbed feet as he approaches.
His arm rises as if controlled by external forces, finger extending toward the doorbell. Before he can press it, Vull catches his reflection on the polished surface of the shiny door. The mighty tiger he had hoped to see looking back at him... was gone. In his place stands a shivering, broken creature, orange and black skin matted with filth and bodily fluids, eyes hollow with defeat, wearing nothing but ridiculous feminine underwear that emphasizes everything he has lost.
Once, he would have filled out those panties impressively, his massive testicles straining against the fabric, his considerable length impossible to conceal. Now the sequins lie flat against his groin, emphasizing the unnatural smoothness. No bulge. No weight. Nothing but a constant reminder of what Jaro had so happily removed from him.
Vull's paw trembles as it hovers before the doorbell. Part of him - a part of him that was getting quieter each day - whispered urgently that he could still run, could find someone to remove the collar, could find someone to hack the portal at his groin and reclaim his goods. He knew he could start over, it wasn't too late for him. But the larger part, the part growing stronger each day, knew the reality: he belonged to Jaro, now. There was no reason for him to try to escape anymore.
His finger pushed against the doorbell. The chime echoed from inside, and to Vull's left, he heard a soft, quiet cough. Vull hadn't immediately noticed the other figure standing on Jaro's doorstep, too absorbed in his own misery to register the small figure huddled away from the sharp wind in the alcove of the front stoop. Vull twisted his head to stare, his battered mouth falling open at the sight of perhaps the most pristine domestic cat he's ever encountered. The contrast between them couldn't be more stark—Vull, half-naked and defiled, facing a creature who looks like he's stepped out of a luxury pet catalog.
"I'm Leopold," the cat says, extending a delicate paw that seems almost too refined to touch Vull's filthy one. The blue of his carefully styled hair bristled in the wind, fluffing out into a nimbus that encircled the gentle features of his fine-boned face. "You must be Vull. Master told me that there'd be another feline here. I'm delighted to meet you."
Vull stared at the offered paw, unsure how to react, how to respond. Nobody had spoken to him directly like this for months, and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He felt a great laughter, a mania that wanted to pour out from his mouth and onto the sleek feline. He wanted to take the cat and push him away from the house, send him scampering back from wherever he had come from to protect him from whatever horrid fate awaited him inside. Instead, he shook Leopold's paw, acutely aware of how his own massive hand engulfed the smaller feline's. The cat doesn't pull away despite the grime and dried fluids coating Vull's fur. Instead, Leopold's startlingly bright blue eyes studied Vull's face with unconcealed concern.
"Are you... alright?" Leopold asks, his gaze politely avoiding the larger feline's stained, tawdry panties, or the scent of sex and vomit and blood that Vull reeked of.
"I'm fine," Vull rasps, the words scraping past his raw throat. He wondered if Leopold could smell the bear's dick on his breath. The thought sends a fresh wave of shame through him.
Compared to him, Leopold's fur was immaculate, each black and white hair precisely in place. He was wearing a silk shirt in powder blue that matched his dyed hair, and pressed charcoal slacks that hug his slim hips. Vull could pick up hints of a subtle cologne - something with notes of sandalwood and vanilla. It was certainly expensive, but not overpowering. Everything about Leopold spoke of careful grooming and attention to detail.
"This is my first time here," Leopold confided, his tail swishing nervously behind him. "Master - sorry, my sponsor, really - he said Mr. Jaro would help me become more..." he searches for the word, delicate whiskers twitching, "accomplished."
Before Vull can respond, the heavy door swings open silently on well-oiled hinges. Jaro fills the doorway, his emerald scales catching the light in a way that makes them appear to shift and move even when he's perfectly still. The dragon's golden eyes flick between his two guests, lingering on Vull's battered state with what might be satisfaction for a moment, before shifting back to the housecat.
"Leopold," Jaro says, his voice a cultured purr that somehow manages to sound both welcoming and predatorial. "How delightful to finally meet you in person. Elliot has told me so much about your... potential."
The dragon steps aside, gesturing for Leopold to enter with a graceful sweep of his clawed hand. The cat slips past, his movements lithe and practiced, clearly accustomed to navigating rich surroundings. When Vull moves to follow, Jaro's arm bars the way, scales gleaming like polished armor.
"And Vull," Jaro continues, his voice cooling several degrees. "I see you've decided to return. How considerate of you to dress for the occasion."
Vull paused, head bowing, ears folding back. The pain in his jaws was coming back, beating throbbing waves of pain that battened down any kind of reasonable thoughts.
"I was detained," he said, muffledly, his voice clotted with the bear's seed.
"Oh, were you?" Jaro asked. The dragon's claws trace the sequined edge of Vull's panties, the sharp tips scraping against the sensitive skin beneath. Vull's breath catches, his body responding to Jaro's touch with Pavlovian immediacy despite everything that's happened. The emptiness between his legs throbs with ghost sensation, and he realized that the fingers handling his equipment had, at some point, stopped. He hadn't noticed until now.
"Inside," Jaro commands, finally stepping aside. "On your knees. Now."
Vull drops to the polished marble floor as soon as he crosses the threshold, his knees hitting the hard surface with practiced precision. The position is familiar now, his body assuming it without conscious thought. From this vantage point, he can see Leopold's surprised expression, the domestic cat's ears perking forward, jutting cutely out of the tousle of blue fur on top of his head.
Jaro circled Vull slowly, taloned feet clicking against the marble.  "Did you enjoy your little adventure today?" Jaro asks, his tail swishing behind him with lazy menace. "Your... excursion into independence?"
Vull stared at the floor, counting the veins in the marble. "No, sir."
"No?" Jaro sounded amused. "You didn't enjoy Mr. Barton's company? He reported that you were quite accommodating to his particular desires. In fact, he said it was the best suck he's gotten in years. You could be proud of yourself, slave. It's just such a shame you tried to run."
From the corner of his eye, Vull can see Leopold shifting uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether he should be witnessing this exchange. The cat's tail was wrapped protectively around his own leg, and the feline was stroking the tip of it between his soft fingers.
"I didn't try to escape," Vull says, the lie tasting even worse than the bear's residue in his mouth. "I was just—"
The back of Jaro's hand connects with Vull's cheek, not hard enough to knock him over but with sufficient force to snap his head to the side. Vull felt several splintered chips clatter against his tongue from the crushed teeth on that side of his jaw, and there were no thoughts in his head, just a deadening, overwhelming throb of pure nerve-flaying pain. He could feel beads of blood welling up through his orange fur from the cuts that the dragon's scales had raked across his cheek.
"Don't insult my intelligence," Jaro says, his voice never rising above a conversational tone. "Your collar has a tracking chip, idiot. I have the movement log. I didn't need it, though. I knew exactly where you were going to try to flee." The dragon rubbed his temples. "I knew you would do it, but I had had hopes that you would at least try to resist your base urges. You can't, though, can you? Just a bestial, mindless animal."
Leopold made a small sound - something between a gasp and a whimper - but didn't intervene. Smart cat, Vull thought bitterly. He was already learning the rules.
"I thought you'd have learned this lesson already, with the veterinarian, beast," Jaro continued, crouching down to bring his face level with Vull's, "I thought to myself that you would for sure understand that your task wasn't to see whether you could escape. It was about whether you would try."
The dragon's breath smells of cinnamon and smoke, an oddly pleasant combination that Vull has come to associate with his most creative punishments. Jaro's golden eyes hold no anger, only a clinical sort of disappointment, as if Vull were a lab specimen that had failed to respond correctly to stimuli.
"I'm sorry," Vull whispered, the words emerging unbidden. His shoulders slumped, the last embers of defiance guttering out. "I won't try again."
"No," Jaro agreed, straightening up. "You won't."
The dragon turned his attention to Leopold, who stood awkwardly by an ornate side table, his paws clasped in front of him as if he's at a job interview rather than in the chateau of a dragon. The change in Jaro's demeanor was immediate and jarring. His movements become more fluid, his expression softening into something respectful, if not almost kind.
"Leopold," Jaro said, extending a hand. "You must be exhausted after your journey. Come, let me show you where you'll be staying."
The cat approached cautiously, his blue hair falling across one eye in what must be a carefully practiced gesture. When he took Jaro's offered hand, the dragon's scaled fingers enveloped his paw gently, nothing like the bruising grip Vull had experienced on countless occasions.
"Your fur is even more lustrous than Elliot described," Jaro said, as he ran his free hand along Leopold's arm in a casual caress. "You Persians are such beautiful felines. Your fur is a perfect contrast between midnight black and pearl white. And this blue accent..." he touched the cat's styled hair, "inspired choice. It brings out your eyes beautifully."
Leopold preened under the attention, his initial nervousness melting into pleased embarrassment. "Thank you, Mr. Jaro. Elliot spares no expense for my grooming. He says presentation is everything."
"Elliot is a mammal of discerning taste," Jaro agreed, guiding Leopold further into the house. Vull, and his imminent punishment for his failure, was seemingly forgotten about entirely. "Though I must say, he was quite concerned about certain aspects of your... development."
Leopold's ears twitched, his tail uncurling from his leg as he relaxed slightly. "He mentioned that. He says I'm too soft, too pampered. That I need to learn discipline if I'm to properly represent him at social functions."
Vull remained frozen on his knees, watching the exchange with a growing hollowness in his chest. The way Jaro touched Leopold, with something approaching reverence, upset him, in a way he couldn't quite place. It was wrong. Jaro was supposed to be paying attention to him.
"Discipline is important," Jaro acknowledged, as his claw traced a delicate pattern across Leopold's shoulder, "but so is understanding one's purpose. Elliot believes your purpose is to be conditioned into a proper reflection of his status. Is that what you believe?"
Leopold's expression clouded,  confusion evident in the slight furrow between his brows. "I... I thought I was here to learn how to better service you, Mr. Jaro. Elliot said your techniques are unparalleled, that you could teach me to please him in ways that would make me... more valuable to him."
A slow smile spreads across Jaro's scaled face, revealing teeth that seem too numerous and too sharp for his mouth. "Ah. It seems there's been a slight miscommunication."
The dragon's eyes flick to Vull, still kneeling on the hard marble, then back to Leopold. "Vull here was once like you. Proud. Cocky. Insufferable, really. He had no idea of his place in the world, or of his true value. Isn't that true, pet?"
Vull nodded once. "Yes, sir."
"And now... he serves a different purpose," Jaro continued, his voice taking on a pedagogical tone. "One more suited to his actual worth rather than his inflated self-image."
Leopold glanced at Vull, taking in the sequined panties, the flat profile they frame, the beaten and used appearance. Something like pity flashed across his features, quickly replaced by uncertainty. "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Jaro."
"You will," the dragon assured him, patting his cheek with false affection. "Elliot has entrusted you to my care for the next few weeks precisely because I understand the true value of mammals like yourself. Not as companions or equals, but as canvas upon which superior beings can express their artistry."
Vull recognized the moment Leopold began to understand, the widening of those blue eyes, the involuntary step backward that Jaro smoothly prevented with a hand on the small of the cat's back. A deep, dark, depraved part of Vull thrilled at the fear that he saw in Leopold's eyes.
"I assure you," Jaro says, his voice a silken promise, "by the time you return to Elliot, you'll have a much clearer understanding of your place in the natural order. Vull will assist in your education, won't you, pet?"
Jealousy, hot and irrational, surged through Vull at the thought of sharing Jaro's attention, even if that attention consisted primarily of humiliation and pain. The emotion surprised him with its intensity - he should be warning Leopold, he should be trying to help the innocent cat escape while he still had a chance to. Instead, he found himself nodding eagerly, desperate to please the dragon even at another's expense. Especially at another's expense.
"Yes, sir," Vull said, his raspy voice steadier than it has been all day. "I'd be happy to help."
Leopold's expression cycled rapidly through confusion, realization, and the first flickerings of fear. His perfectly groomed fur seems to bristle slightly, making him appear larger than his slight frame would normally allow. "I think there's been a mistake," he said, his voice rising in pitch. "Elliot wouldn't—he couldn't have—"
"Elliot and I have an understanding," Jaro interrupted smoothly. "He provides me with interesting specimens, and I return them improved. The nature of that improvement is entirely at my discretion."
The dragon's arm slid around Leopold's shoulders, a gesture that might appear friendly to an outside observer but which Vull recognized as possessive. Jaro's golden eyes met Vull's, and the tiger saw the challenge there, a new task being presented.
Prove your loyalty. Prove your submission. Prove you've learned your lesson.
Despite everything - despite the ache in his distant scrotum, despite the broken teeth and used throat, despite the humiliation of the sequined panties and the awareness of what Jaro had gleefully done to him - Vull felt a fresh surge of desperate need to succeed at this task. He needed to please Jaro. He needed to show the dragon that he understood his place.. and that he accepted it, fully. Forever.
Leopold stared at Vull with growing horror, perhaps recognizing in the tiger's eyes the journey that awaited him. "Please," the cat whispered, though it's unclear whether he's addressing Vull or Jaro. "I think I would just like to go home."
Vull had said those exact words himself, once. Before he understood that home was no longer a place but a state of being—specifically, belonging to Jaro.
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