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When her friend suggest she get a slave, it inadvertently sets a poor young hare in her crosshairs. She could never have imagined how her , and the young slave boy's, lives would change once she chose him. Their first few hours together are deeply carnal and she unleashes a fiery passion upon his somewhat unprepared, and unwilling body. Setting a tone that the poor hare may not be able to keep up with forever.\n\n[u][b]Author's Notes:[/b][/u]\nSo this one is not as clean as I'd like either.... but holy heck do I feel I blew the sex scene out of the water on this one. It is one of my personal favorites thus far if nothing else. Its been proof read, but i've been so distracted while writing this I don't doubt there is a bevy of typos, bad grammar and simply lazy passive writing.\n\nBut I wanted so badly to simply get something out for everyone to enjoy. I did my best with what energy and focus I have. It could be better, but I think this is 'good enough'.\n\nOnce again thank you all for your support and kindness.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Synopsis:
S'zara is a semi-feral pantheress fed up with her heat, but not wanting to be with men of her species because of their anatomy being unpleasantly rough. When her friend suggest she get a slave, it inadvertently sets a poor young hare in her crosshairs. She could never have imagined how her , and the young slave boy's, lives would change once she chose him. Their first few hours together are deeply carnal and she unleashes a fiery passion upon his somewhat unprepared, and unwilling body. Setting a tone that the poor hare may not be able to keep up with forever.

Author's Notes:
So this one is not as clean as I'd like either.... but holy heck do I feel I blew the sex scene out of the water on this one. It is one of my personal favorites thus far if nothing else. Its been proof read, but i've been so distracted while writing this I don't doubt there is a bevy of typos, bad grammar and simply lazy passive writing.

But I wanted so badly to simply get something out for everyone to enjoy. I did my best with what energy and focus I have. It could be better, but I think this is 'good enough'.

Once again thank you all for your support and kindness.", "writing": "For the most part, the seasons in Ociros were as gentle as it’s tides, always the soft ebbing and flowing from one to the next with little fuss. But come springtime, the city started it’s most famous festival. The Fertility Festival. A time when the more beastly denizens of the city on the sea would give in to lust and seek out mates and sometimes host massive orgies in the bath houses and gathering halls.\n\nTruly, the city was made of a diverse caste of peoples of all species, shapes, sizes, and type. Some more beastly and inclined to the debauchery, as their primal instincts set closer to the surface. In truth, fully sentient ferals were commonplace. They walked on all fours, and while most could speak, some could not, but all understood and could communicate well enough in their own ways. \n\nTheir closely related semi-feral counterparts were one step closer to that truly bipedal anthropomorphised creature. They may have looked near enough to feral, mostly walking on all fours for comfort, but could easily walk on hind legs, and use paws to some effect as hands. Some even saw walking on all fours as degrading and beneath them, striving to be more akin to their Semi-Antrho, and Anthro cousins. Though semi-ferals were somewhat more capable to do more intricate tasks than ferals, they often struggled with their paws lacking proper manipulation depending on the species.\n\nThe semi-anthros were still sized and moderately shaped as the ferals, with small species being particularly small, and large species being almost as large as their feral counter parts, but they took the more humanoid bipedal shape in that they had fully formed hands at least, and while often sporting paws or hooves for feet still, they were almost perfectly fit for bipedal life. Truly the best of both worlds in this zoological utopia.\n\nBut the most common place were the true anthropomorphic species. Those who were a fairly generalized size and shape, both still having digitigrade legs and having plantigrade ones that could end in feet or beastly paws and hooves. They were the ones the world was built for in this age. As more and more species co-mingled and unified, they became less and less like the ferals as it were.\n\nThis all did not help our dear S’zara, a female, semi-feral black and silver furred pantheress find a partner. No, the desire to find a mate of her own species was so strongly ingrained in her, and fueled by her heat to maddening levels. But she loathed her specie’s sexual anatomy. The males had small cocks, covered in harsh spines. And in kind, this left her with such a small little cunny. She had so few species she could pick from that she could even reasonably enjoy being with. 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Some were caught as prisoners of war, or sold at auction for below a required threshold, or sometimes sickly and deformed slave stock. They were only valued for the meat they offered.\n\nWhile not strictly against eating meat, she felt that meat slaves were wrong, and stuck to fish for her meat of choice. But... something struck her. Buying one not to eat, but to keep fuck. Rescuing him from death to give them a chance at life with the caveat they would have no future but being her slave. 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It’d not be out of place to measure and check their cock sizes on rodent meat slaves.\n\nShe decided to go for it, and does just that. She saves up for a little extra and a week or so later heads to the market dressed in her lovely white silk skirt and belt with various pouches and bags. Taking her an electronic stimulator, and ruler, along with a little notebook with the formula in it for expected size to age growth ratios for the various rodent species she wanted to inspect in person.\n\nWhen she arrives, she first selects slaves based on critical criteria of size and ability, eyeing all of the various species and thinking beyond just which would sexually satisfy her most. She rules out almost all of the sub-types that were too feral, instead picking between only Semi-anthro adults, or anthro children.\n\nShe focused then on ones she’d enjoy having around based on appearance, leaning towards ‘cute things’ that made her smile just seeing them. Settling on something with either a bushy tail, or those long ears. She thought long and hard on all aspects of this, and the idea of that tail being a portable blanket at night really did appeal to her. But so did those wondrously adorable ears that she knew she’d love to lick and nibble on endlessly. They were just so much fun to play with after all. In time narrowing her choices down further to just 3 species now. Squirrels, Rabbits, and Hares.Sticking with those who were either pretty in color, pattern, or in nature.\n\nShe found herself with 6 boys, all of various ages across the myriad of cages she’d been seem,ingly endlessly wandering back and forth between. Each cage had the slave’s price, and aproximate height, weight, gender, and other critical food based information such as diet types, and of course, the expected yield of cock meat in weight.\n\nShe asked the staff member to let her into each cage one by one, and started first by measuring each one’s cock before giving them aptitude tests. In all she tested 2 bunnies, 2 hares, and 2 squirrels.\n\nAfter questioning, it became clear several of them didn't speak or understand the common tongue, instead speaking only their species’ tongue. A common trait of meat slaves raised in isolation. A way to help keep some more picky buyers from hearing disturbing words like ‘Help’ ‘No’ ‘Please’ and ‘Stop’ come from prospective meals. But for her, this was a barrier. Most understood a handful of common tongue phrases at least so she was able to judge them based on this factor.\n\nShe quickly ruled out the elder semi-anthro hare, not only was he the largest, and most well endowed of the rodents, but he also didn't speak a single word of common tongue. She was going to miss those ears and those regal jaw lines. But alas, she had a criteria to keep and another younger hare was in the contest.\n\nNext to drop was the eldest squirrel, the anthro of the pair. He knew plenty well of common tongue, as did the other squirrel, but he was full grown and actually a bit on the mature side. An unwise, and overly hung investment since she was going to keep them for life. She wanted a slave that she could slowly adjust to the size of for at least a handful of heat seasons, and so it was that he was deemed simply too old and large. A shame, she loved his black fur that matched her own.\n\nNext was one of the two bunnies to drop out. One knew nothing of the language, but was perfectly sized and shaped. But when asked about health issues, they were almost entirely blind. She wanted them to do chores and the last thing she needed was a blind bunny bouncing off the walls and creating havoc. So he too was deemed unworthy and she left him to the next patron. A shame as she loved his looks, a rejected pet breed of harlequin rabbit because of his eyes.\n\nLast were the three cubs, a very plush brown bunny, a dark tawny hare, and wee red squirrel. All were anthro cubs, which means the investment would last for a while. And all would slowly grow into their adult cock sizes, letting her slowly stretch with them in time. All understood the common tongue, and while the bunny spoke it some, the squirrel simply didn't speak at all, and the hare was eerily fluent in it.\n\nEach being in separate cages for this mattered a good deal, as she soon got to ask each one to describe to her how to clean a house. The squirrel, being mute made gestures, but she soon grew tired of trying to understand him and asked simply ‘can you do it good?’ A yes or no question for a simple slave. He nodded emphatically but the damage was already done it seemed. She ruled him out for his non-verbal nature. She really would miss having that adorable tail to keep her warm at night but all the same, she needed some one she could at least communicate with across the home.\n\nWhen questioned, the plush brown rabbit nodded a little and described very basic cleaning of a hovel. So much less to keep clean with so much less home and space. They knew little of making beds, or caring for finer things such as books or making soothing teas when asked. And when it came to asking if they could cook, it was a solid no. A real shame, their fur was so very plush and dense, almost like hugging a cloud. They could still work, but it was a demerit for sure.\n\nLast came the hare. Sadly because of how large hares grew in age, he started with a negative mark simply because they become a problem in time. However it was clear this was an extraordinary hare for a meat slave. He was able to not only articulate himself well, but knew how to care for a very well established home. Knew how to cook and even told her of dishes he enjoyed making before. Having even worked with meats and fish a good deal as he was raised by nomadic rats who ate what ever they could get.\n\nShe decided to throw this one for a loop, and see how they did under pressure. She got the host to open the cage and lead him into a freezer full of dead, decapitated others like himself, strung upside down and in various states of butchery.\n\nShe shut the door behind them for privacy, having told the staff member she wanted to compare him to some prime cuts. Standing there in and among the various levels of butchered rodents like himself, she asked him the question that likely would determine his entire life. Whether he’d end up walking out of here on his feet, or hanging from a hook in time. \n\n“Tell me, in great and elaborate detail, of the perfect day with me as your mistress slave.” \n\nAs she asked this question, her eyes narrowed on his own in this dim room, those glowing eyes reflecting lights behind him as two amber diamonds. He could barely see her dark body as she circled him now.\n\nAs he started to speak, she casually, to her at least, slipped the electronic stimulator harshly into his ass without anything in the way of lube, being extra violent with it to add to the dread and challenge.\n\nThe hare had hardly started by saying he’d love to make her breakfast in bed, and was starting to describe how he’d cook the eggs and meat, only to be interrupted by that harsh probe under his tail. He’d been instinctively hiding his cock from her with his hands, but never thought to guard his tailhole from her, and this was a mistake. One she adored taking advantage of.\n\nOnce in she kept zapping his prostate, and moved a paw to his own pushing them aside to watch that warm cream colored little sheath throb then fill with his cock’s girth. And while she is indeed listening somewhat, to him yelp and then whimper out how he’d cook for her, massage her awake, run her bath, and help her bathe if so permitted. In truth, she in her heat was only watching that cock of his throb with every little jolt, and watching his little jewels sway to and fro with every shift of his hips.\n\nShe was so hungry for a good cock right now, and in more than one way. The hare held his own, saying how he’d love nothing more than to care for her, take all of her worries away, and do so with his entire mind, body, and soul.\n\nAll while she could not tear her eyes off his plumping, tapered, red-pink cock which she started measuring up once more, but needed no measurements to realize was a little under-whelming for his species, even at his young age. Perfect for her means. \n\nAs he went on, selling himself to her, she slowly, lightly, and dexterously wrapped her muzzle around that cock meat, using her sharp teeth to ever so gently press against the forcefully aroused member. To his credit, he didn't beg her to stop, where most would have recoiled in panic or fear. No, he instead whimpered understandably between statements of how he’d worship her, and do anything she asked just to see her happy, telling her he’d worship her as if she was his goddess.\n\nThe boy knew how to sell himself well enough, and could logically understand that he HAD to sell himself right now. That nothing but leaving this room with her while walking on his own feet mattered. Right now, she was the only thing he could focus on, lest he lose his mind in this den of insanity.\n\nFrom this, the choice was made. She’d grown to like his gumption and resourcefulness, if not his appearance so much at first, she loved the taste of his pre on her tongue, it having a somewhat sweeter taste than most because of his fruit based diet. And while he was not the most well endowed of males for his species, he was still a touch on the larger end of what she’d feel comfortable with. But as he was trainable, so too was her body stretchable. In time she knew it’d be perfect.\n\nShe didn't bother to remove the probe, and simply stood up on her hind paws, hooking a claw into his collar, and lead him out of that freezer, his cock still dripping her saliva from it’s tip as she marched up to the front desk, paid, and took him into the broader public now on leash proper. He was lead through the streets nude, and aroused, while even the more feral subjects like her had on a dress or silks to hide their bits. It was astonishing to him that he’d not lost his erection by now, though being young and inexperienced he didn’t know why that probe under his tail that only hurt would keep him aroused.\n\nOnce he is home with her though she slammed the door and unhooked his leash, before laying things out in plain simple words while she unclipped her skirt and belt with it’s pouches and tossed it aside, going back to all fours for now.\n\n“You are not going to be food; but only if you do exactly what is needed of you.” The hare sheepishly nod in a rapid manner before barking out a simple ‘Yes mistress!’ to each sentence of hers. \n\n“You must keep me and my home absolutely spotless.” \n“Yes Mistress!” \n“You may sleep beside my bed on the floor.” \n“Thank you Mistress!” \n“You will cook for and entertain me and my guests. I will teach you how, if i must.” \n“Yes Mistress!”\n“Lastly; you will make sure I get my fill of pleasure, at any cost.”\n“Y-yes Mistress!”\n\n“Questions?”\n“N-no Mistress?”\n\nThe young hare stood there hiding his still engorged cock from her with his paws. The look of a scared hare before her raised those primal instincts, getting her blood going for the kill. But... she was able to pervert them expertly into her needs of the moment. “Rule number one slave... NEVER, hide what is mine from me.” And with that she swat his hands away from his cock, badly clawing one in the process as she let out a deeply pleasured growl.\n\nThe boy yelped and whimpered instantly retracting both hands up to his chest, revealing that still hard cock. Little known to her she’d left the probe under his tail on a very mild setting by mistake, making it impossible for him to go limp.\n\nPerfect.\n\nShe looked at that cock as if it was the only food she’d had for a month. And she didn't even notice the rest of the quietly whimpering and sobbing boy it was attached to for now. She gave into her more feral nature, walking on all fours a few steps closer, and placing a paw on his chest, pushing him flat onto his back in her living room before simply walking up his body, straddling him, and lowering herself down on his rod.\n\nShe readily went to bouncing on that little rodent cock, which to her surprise was almost a perfect fit for her. The tapered shaft of the boy was a little narrow, and a little long, but an almost ideal replacement to the scratchy mess that was a barbed feline cock. One paw on his chest, the other on his face to silence his whimpering, she started to bounce on top of him in earnest, letting out deep rumbled growls of pleasure as she got her fill. The warmth, the throbbing, the little squirts of pre, it was all perfect to her. So far beyond all of her sex toys that were so lifeless and annoying for a semi-feral to use. But this, this was ideal.\n\nAs claws started digging into his chest and clawing at his face, he could not help but yelp out a ‘M-Mistress!’, which was met first with a harsh feral snarl as if she was ready to rip his face off for it when she was ripped out of her zen. But seeing the blood on his soft fur and face, she steadied herself for a second before huffing and moving her paws off of him. “Silence slave. Breed me hard and proper and i won't hurt you again.” The boy whimpered out a quiet ‘Yes Mistress’, not knowing what to do, not knowing what breeding was in this context as he’d only ever heard of it in different terms from where he came from. \n\nAs she started to ride him, all but slamming him into the floor over and over with each bounce on him,he quickly learned what she intended. Afraid to touch her he simply tried his best to buck up into her when she pulled up, but this set off her rhythm and was met with another growl, this time much less severe.He decided that for now it was safest to simply lay there. \n\nBut now something else was coming, a tingling sensation crawling up his spine like crackles of lightning across the stormy sky. His heart was racing harder, the sensations on his tapered cock peaking in his mind and him being overwhelmed as he pant, huff, and let out a sharp squeak as he instinctively thrust up into her again while his cock throb and tried to squirt into her, but he was a might too young, or overstimulated, and it seemed he could give her a few ropes of clear pre, but not that hot musky cum she may have enjoyed.\n\nBut his trial was just starting, not over. The sensations which were at once pleasurable beyond compare, now turned inward, as sharp jolts up his spine, as if his cock was directly wired into every synapse of his brain and with every slam and grind of her hips, he yelp out and whimper and all but shudder under it, and once more he broke his silence to cry out “Mistress!” with sharp Ahs, and panted Ohs. It was met with her placing that paw over his face once more while she let up not one inch and simply silenced him with a hissed growl.\n\nFor her, she felt the boy’s feeble attempt to help, and while it didn't pull her entirely out of her bliss, it did make her surface from it some. And when she felt his little cock throb and squirt up into her, she thought nothing of it, and kept riding as she was not even halfway to her destination. When the whelp tied to that wonderful little cock called out to her again, she almost lost it like the first time, but instead just chose to place that large paw over his maw so he’d be silent the rest of the time.\n\nBut from here on out, her enjoyment changed a bit. She felt him now squirming under her, trying to pull away, with nowhere to go, his over sensitive cock being sent side to side, for and back, in all directions as his hips tried to squirm away from hers. She soon found a pattern to this and rode him in such a way that instinctually drove him to inch down against her. The action of such aligning the tip of his cock with the slightly rougher patch within her sex that was her g-spot over and over with every thump. The struggling of the slave under her weight was perfect to her. The feeling of prey trapped under her paws, the feeling of warm sex filling her slit, and the quiet cried whimpers being like a symphony to her in some cruel way she’d never have expected.\n\nAs he was over-stimulated and tortured, she was elated and delighted. As he was pinned down, and forced to pleasure her, her head swam in the clouds and her worries drifted away with the rhythmic thudding of their furred bodies meeting. As she neared a halfway point for her, a sort of primordial pre-climax she’d long had, being about half the intensity of a full climax, signaling to her she was in the home stretch, it so coincided with the boy’s second forced orgasm throbbing and twitching his little cock in her as she felt each ripple run up her own spine in a condensed pleasure no male had ever been able to give her before.\n\nHis hot breath under her paw, the thick muffled whimpering and crying only heightening this halfway peak. And she if anything only picked up speed, not caring which direction his hips went, though less from desiring to lose the aim at her G-spot, but more because she was also becoming more primal with every bounce and grind she did. She did stop the harsh riding now and then to just grind too, that feeling of shoving his cock hard into her g-spot making the fur on her spine ripple up to attention as she growled in a deeply carnal lust. The boy sobbing lightly now all but either forgotten or music to her ears as she slowly drew closer.\n\nAnd almost as if on queue, about 3/4ths into her ride the little slave came again. His sore nuts and prostate clenching up hard and squirting once more only a few sad ropes of pre up into her as he was forced to be little more than her sex toy with a pulse. His feet scratch at the floor helplessly, his hands doing the same, not daring to touch her, but also getting no traction from the cold uncaring marble floor beneath him, and no mercy from the fiery beast atop him.\n\nThe little slave was thankful her claws were now only teasing his flesh, more from the position of her paw this time than any control she had left. Luck being on his side, nothing more. But the smell of his blood did fill the air and that was aphrodisiac enough for her to claw harshly at the floor beside his head with her other paw, the scraping of it being horrifying to those big ears, as she, to his astonishment, rode him even harder still. She all but rammed herself against his hips with her full weight with every single bounce now. And it was getting faster and harder still.\n\nThe boy was entirely spent at the point she finally met her climax full on. The harsh loud roar of pleasure from her sending shivers of fear up the boy’s spine as she slowed down and pant atop him. She didn't even bother looking at the boy as she recovered for a second or so, purring quietly as she stood up and stretched long and hard like feral felines did. “Mmmmnnnfff good boy. I needed that. Come lick me clean and then go clean yourself up slave.”\n\nShe’d moved to her sofa, flopping on it on her side, and spreading her legs open to reveal her soft warm belly to him, but also her dripping wet sex that was ever so slightly agape now from her pose and the rough ride she’d just forcefully taken from her slave.\n\nWhile she lay there, worn out, eyes closed, tailtip flicking side to side on the sofa, the boy was still in shock, having been forced to climax 3 times, but then in a cruel twist of fate, being left right on edge of his fourth time, he was left unsure which was worse. The sensations of a ruined climax crackling through his brain like so much static and fire crackers. But he was soon snapped from his trance as she roared “NOW!” and he feebly scurry to his knees and crawled over to her. Through quiet sobs he said “Y-yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.” Before kissing her sex and starting to lap over it and swallow down the mix of his pre and her juices that had filled her and soaked her fur and his.\n\nA paw came to the back of his head, forcing him in closer as he was made to get her juices all over his face, marking him as hers by scent. She hissed and growled in pleasure still, though to him it was all aggressive. Making him whimper more as his face was smashed in against her sex. And he cleaned her spotless to the point not one strand of fur was out of place, and her sex had settled back into a crisp clean little black furred slit with only a tiny hint of pink showing now.\n\nOne of those strong back legs kicked him square in the chest back onto his butt before she huff out. “Go make dinner slave. And be quiet... I need a nap. We’ll go for round two after you’re done.” The way she slurred out her words it was clear she was already half asleep as he was kicked aside and left soaking wet, still hard from the electric stimulator lightly zapping his prostate, and with both his lap and face smelling of only her sex, marking him as hers to anyone who would smell him for ages to come it felt.\n\nHe curled up into a ball and whimpered quietly to himself for a bit before pulling that probe out so he could finally get some relief, not knowing how to turn it off, leaving an important context clue for his mistress to pick up on later as he left it on the floor. He silently stood, and shuffled off to do as ordered and making an improvised stew out of whatever she had in her cabinets that he knew how to properly cook.\n\nHe had time here to ponder his new life. Nolonger did he have a name. He was a slave, he was meat. House Slave, and Cock Meat, nothing else.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "For the most part, the seasons in Ociros were as gentle as it’s tides, always the soft ebbing and flowing from one to the next with little fuss. But come springtime, the city started it’s most famous festival. The Fertility Festival. A time when the more beastly denizens of the city on the sea would give in to lust and seek out mates and sometimes host massive orgies in the bath houses and gathering halls.

Truly, the city was made of a diverse caste of peoples of all species, shapes, sizes, and type. Some more beastly and inclined to the debauchery, as their primal instincts set closer to the surface. In truth, fully sentient ferals were commonplace. They walked on all fours, and while most could speak, some could not, but all understood and could communicate well enough in their own ways.

Their closely related semi-feral counterparts were one step closer to that truly bipedal anthropomorphised creature. They may have looked near enough to feral, mostly walking on all fours for comfort, but could easily walk on hind legs, and use paws to some effect as hands. Some even saw walking on all fours as degrading and beneath them, striving to be more akin to their Semi-Antrho, and Anthro cousins. Though semi-ferals  were somewhat more capable to do more intricate tasks than ferals, they often struggled with their paws lacking proper manipulation depending on the species.

The semi-anthros were still sized and moderately shaped as the ferals, with small species being particularly small, and large species being almost as large as their feral counter parts, but they took the more humanoid bipedal shape in that they had fully formed hands at least, and while often sporting paws or hooves for feet still, they were almost perfectly fit for bipedal life. Truly the best of both worlds in this zoological utopia.

But the most common place were the true anthropomorphic species. Those who were a fairly generalized size and shape, both still having digitigrade legs and having plantigrade ones that could end in feet or beastly paws and hooves. They were the ones the world was built for in this age. As more and more species co-mingled and unified, they became less and less like the ferals as it were.

This all did not help our dear S’zara, a female, semi-feral black and silver furred pantheress find a partner. No, the desire to find a mate of her own species was so strongly ingrained in her, and fueled by her heat to maddening levels. But she loathed her specie’s sexual anatomy. The males had small cocks, covered in harsh spines. And in kind, this left her with such a small little cunny. She had so few species she could pick from that she could even reasonably enjoy being with. And add to the fact that most male felines were beyond promiscuous and often chauvinistic, it lead her to feel disenfranchised from her own genepool even.

And when she tried to branch out to date the more anthro men, they treated her like a beast, or just as bad as the barbed cocks of her genetic counterparts, were so massively endowed for her small size, she dared not even try. Growing ever tired of men treating her like crap for her more animalistic look and nature, she suffers her horrible heats alone. Using toys that were clunky and hard to use with her paws, and didn't have the feeling of real flesh.

She lamented these facts to her girl friend, a semi-anthro cheetah who could understand some of her struggles.  “Zara,... ever consider buying a slave dear?” Asked the svelte and opulently dressed woman who set across the coffee table from the pantheress laying deflated along her couch. “Aren’t you listening Sira, I don't want a man... I just want this heat to go away... And all the same, with my tongue im not about to get a female who wants to reciprocate with oral either... not that it even does anything for me either... This accursed body is impossible to please. No, my body craves a man, but my brain cant stand them anymore.”

The cheetah snickers and flopped her hand towards the pantheress dismissively, “Noooo, a SLAVE. Not a man, not a woman, a slave. Don't go for one of the expensive contracted ones. Just pick up a meat-slave that meets your needs. Ride him, then eat him. Nothing wrong with playing with you food. My husband and i do it all the time!”

Contracted slaves were indeed expensive, but they were trained, and had a debt to pay off with servitude. Some were cheap, sure, but they all had extensive regulations to their contracts that could get in the way. A meat slave however, that is to say a cheap one who has not been trained, likely was raised in captivit. Some were caught as prisoners of war, or sold at auction for below a required threshold, or sometimes sickly and deformed slave stock. They were only valued for the meat they offered.

While not strictly against eating meat, she felt that meat slaves were wrong, and stuck to fish for her meat of choice. But... something struck her. Buying one not to eat, but to keep fuck. Rescuing him from death to give them a chance at life with the caveat they would have no future but being her slave. Something about this enticed her, feeling like one would go to a pound to ‘rescue’ a helpless critter.

After her guest left, she consulted some of her books, finding one on comparative anatomy she’d purchased long ago to try and find suitable males who lacked penile spines, she’d never thought to look at species who she could not reproduce with.

As luck would have it, all rodent cocks were not too dissimilar in shape to feline cocks, but lacked those rough and often painful barbs that long frustrated her.She wanted so much sex in her heat, but could not stand the rough scraping sensations rather than soft gliding strokes.

To top it off, cock size is well documented in a lot of meat slave species. And since rodent cocks are valued as an aphrodisiac since they bred so prolifically, part of buying the meat slaves of those species is all about knowing how much you’re getting. It’d not be out of place to measure and check their cock sizes on rodent meat slaves.

She decided to go for it, and does just that. She saves up for a little extra and a week or so later heads to the market dressed in her lovely white silk skirt and belt with various pouches and bags. Taking  her an electronic stimulator, and ruler, along with a little notebook with the formula in it for expected size to age growth ratios for the various rodent species she wanted to inspect in person.

When she arrives, she first selects slaves based on critical criteria of size and ability, eyeing all of the various species and thinking beyond just which would sexually satisfy her most. She rules out almost all of the sub-types that were too feral, instead picking between only Semi-anthro adults, or anthro children.

She focused then on ones she’d enjoy having around based on appearance, leaning towards ‘cute things’ that made her smile just seeing them. Settling on something with either a bushy tail, or those long ears. She thought long and hard on all aspects of this, and the idea of that tail being a portable blanket at night really did appeal to her. But so did those wondrously adorable ears that she knew she’d love to lick and nibble on endlessly. They were just so much fun to play with after all. In time narrowing her choices down further to just 3 species now. Squirrels, Rabbits, and Hares.Sticking with those who were either pretty in color, pattern, or in nature.

She found herself with 6 boys, all of various ages across the myriad of cages she’d been seem,ingly endlessly wandering back and forth between. Each cage had the slave’s price, and aproximate height, weight, gender, and other critical food based information such as diet types, and of course, the expected yield of cock meat in weight.

She asked the staff member to let her into each cage one by one, and started first by measuring each one’s cock before giving them aptitude tests. In all she tested 2 bunnies, 2 hares, and 2 squirrels.

After questioning, it became clear several of them didn't speak or understand the common tongue, instead speaking only their species’ tongue. A common trait of meat slaves raised in isolation. A way to help keep some more picky buyers from hearing disturbing words like ‘Help’ ‘No’ ‘Please’ and ‘Stop’ come from prospective meals. But for her, this was a barrier. Most understood a handful of common tongue phrases at least so she was able to judge them based on this factor.

She quickly ruled out the elder semi-anthro hare, not only was he the largest, and most well endowed of the rodents, but he also didn't speak a single word of common tongue. She was going to miss those ears and those regal jaw lines. But alas, she had a criteria to keep and another younger hare was in the contest.

Next to drop was the eldest squirrel, the anthro of the pair. He knew plenty well of common tongue, as did the other squirrel, but he was full grown and actually a bit on the mature side. An unwise, and overly hung investment since she was going to keep them for life. She wanted a slave that she could slowly adjust to the size of for at least a handful of heat seasons, and so it was that he was deemed simply too old and large. A shame, she loved his black fur that matched her own.

Next was one of the two bunnies to drop out. One knew nothing of the language, but was perfectly sized and shaped. But when asked about health issues, they were almost entirely blind. She wanted them to do chores and the last thing she needed was a blind bunny bouncing off the walls and creating havoc. So he too was deemed unworthy and she left him to the next patron. A shame as she loved his looks, a rejected pet breed of harlequin rabbit because of his eyes.

Last were the three cubs, a very plush brown bunny, a dark tawny hare, and wee red squirrel. All were anthro cubs, which means the investment would last for a while. And all would slowly grow into their adult cock sizes, letting her slowly stretch with them in time. All understood the common tongue, and while the bunny spoke it some, the squirrel simply didn't speak at all, and the hare was eerily fluent in it.

Each being in separate cages for this mattered a good deal, as she soon got to ask each one to describe to her how to clean a house. The squirrel, being mute made gestures, but she soon grew tired of trying to understand him and asked simply ‘can you do it good?’ A yes or no question for a simple slave. He nodded emphatically but the damage was already done it seemed. She ruled him out for his non-verbal nature. She really would miss having that adorable tail to keep her warm at night but all the same, she needed some one she could at least communicate with across the home.

When questioned, the plush brown rabbit nodded a little and described very basic cleaning of a hovel. So much less to keep clean with so much less home and space. They knew little of making beds, or caring for finer things such as books or making soothing teas when asked. And when it came to asking if they could cook, it was a solid no. A real shame, their fur was so very plush and dense, almost like hugging a cloud. They could still work, but it was a demerit for sure.

Last came the hare. Sadly because of how large hares grew in age, he started with a negative mark simply because they become a problem in time. However it was clear this was an extraordinary hare for a meat slave. He was able to not only articulate himself well, but knew how to care for a very well established home. Knew how to cook and even told her of dishes he enjoyed making before. Having even worked with meats and fish a good deal as he was raised by nomadic rats who ate what ever they could get.

She decided to throw this one for a loop, and see how they did under pressure. She got the host to open the cage and lead him into a freezer full of dead, decapitated others like himself, strung upside down and in various states of butchery.

She shut the door behind them for privacy, having told the staff member she wanted to compare him to some prime cuts. Standing there in and among the various levels of butchered rodents like himself, she asked him the question that likely would determine his entire life. Whether he’d end up walking out of here on his feet, or hanging from a hook in time.

“Tell me, in great and elaborate detail, of the perfect day with me as your mistress slave.”

As she asked this question, her eyes narrowed on his own in this dim room, those glowing eyes reflecting lights behind him as two amber diamonds. He could barely see her dark body as she circled him now.

As he started to speak, she casually, to her at least, slipped the electronic stimulator harshly into his ass without anything in the way of lube, being extra violent with it to add to the dread and challenge.

The hare had hardly started by saying he’d love to make her breakfast in bed, and was starting to describe how he’d cook the eggs and meat, only to be interrupted by that harsh probe under his tail. He’d been instinctively hiding his cock from her with his hands, but never thought to guard his tailhole from her, and this was a mistake. One she adored taking advantage of.

Once in she kept zapping his prostate, and moved a paw to his own pushing them aside to watch that  warm cream colored  little sheath throb then fill with his cock’s girth. And while she is indeed listening somewhat, to him yelp and then whimper out how he’d cook for her, massage her awake, run her bath, and help her bathe if so permitted. In truth, she in her heat was only watching that cock of his throb with every little jolt, and watching his little jewels sway to and fro with every shift of his hips.

She was so hungry for a good cock right now, and in more than one way. The hare held his own, saying how he’d love nothing more than to care for her, take all of her worries away, and do so with his entire mind, body, and soul.

All while she could not tear her eyes off his plumping,  tapered, red-pink cock which she started measuring up once more, but needed no measurements to realize was a little under-whelming for his species, even at his young age. Perfect for her means.

As he went on, selling himself to her, she slowly, lightly, and dexterously wrapped her muzzle around that cock meat, using her sharp teeth to ever so gently press against the forcefully aroused member. To his credit, he didn't beg her to stop, where most would have recoiled in panic or fear. No, he instead whimpered understandably between statements of how he’d worship her, and do anything she asked just to see her happy, telling her he’d worship her as if she was his goddess.

The boy knew how to sell himself well enough, and could logically understand that he HAD to sell himself right now. That nothing but leaving this room with her while walking on his own feet mattered. Right now, she was the only thing he could focus on, lest he lose his mind in this den of insanity.

From this, the choice was made.  She’d grown to like his gumption and resourcefulness, if not his appearance so much at first, she loved the taste of his pre on her tongue, it having a somewhat sweeter taste than most because of his fruit based diet. And while he was not the most well endowed of males for his species, he was still a touch on the larger end of what she’d feel comfortable with. But as  he was trainable, so too was her body stretchable. In time she knew it’d be perfect.

She didn't bother to remove the probe, and simply stood up on her hind paws, hooking a claw into his collar, and lead him out of that freezer, his cock still dripping her saliva from it’s tip as she marched up to the front desk, paid, and took him into the broader public now on leash proper. He was lead through the streets nude, and aroused, while even the more feral subjects like her had on a dress or silks to hide their bits. It was astonishing to him that he’d not lost his erection by now, though being young and inexperienced he didn’t know why that probe under his tail that only hurt would keep him aroused.

Once he is home with her though she slammed the door and unhooked his leash, before laying things out in plain simple words while she unclipped her skirt and belt with it’s pouches and tossed it aside, going back to all fours for now.

“You are not going to be food; but only if you do exactly what is needed of you.” The hare sheepishly nod in a rapid manner before barking out a simple ‘Yes mistress!’ to each sentence of hers.

“You must keep me and my home absolutely spotless.”
“Yes Mistress!”
“You may sleep beside my bed on the floor.”
“Thank you Mistress!”
“You will cook for and entertain me and my guests. I will teach you how, if i must.”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Lastly; you will make sure I get my fill of pleasure, at any cost.”
“Y-yes Mistress!”

“Questions?”
“N-no Mistress?”

The young hare stood there hiding his still engorged cock from her with his paws. The look of a scared hare before her raised those primal instincts, getting her blood going for the kill. But... she was able to pervert them expertly into her needs of the moment.  “Rule number one slave... NEVER, hide what is mine from me.” And with that she swat his hands away from his cock, badly clawing one in the process as she let out a deeply pleasured growl.

The boy yelped and whimpered instantly retracting both hands up to his chest, revealing that still hard cock. Little known to her she’d left the probe under his tail on a very mild setting by mistake, making it impossible for him to go limp.

Perfect.

She looked at that cock as if it was the only food she’d had for a month. And she didn't even notice the rest of the quietly whimpering and sobbing boy it was attached to for now. She gave into her more feral nature, walking on all fours a few steps closer, and placing a paw on his chest, pushing him flat onto his back in her living room before simply walking up his body, straddling him, and lowering herself down on his rod.

She readily went to bouncing on that little rodent cock, which to her surprise was almost a perfect fit for her. The tapered shaft of the boy was a little narrow, and a little long, but an almost ideal replacement to the scratchy mess that was a barbed feline cock. One paw on his chest, the other on his face to silence  his whimpering, she started to bounce on top of him in earnest, letting out deep rumbled growls of pleasure as she got her fill. The warmth, the throbbing, the little squirts of pre, it was all perfect to her. So far beyond all of her sex toys that were so lifeless and annoying for a semi-feral to use. But this, this was ideal.

As claws started digging into his chest and clawing at his face, he could not help but yelp out a ‘M-Mistress!’, which was met first with a harsh feral snarl as if she was ready to rip his face off for it when she was ripped out of her zen. But seeing the blood on his soft fur and face, she steadied herself for a second before huffing and moving her paws off of him. “Silence slave. Breed me hard and proper and i won't hurt you again.” The boy whimpered out a quiet ‘Yes Mistress’, not knowing what to do, not knowing what breeding was in this context as he’d only ever heard of it in different terms from where he came from.

As she started to ride him, all but slamming him into the floor over and over with each bounce on him,he quickly learned what she intended. Afraid to touch her he simply tried his best to buck up into her when she pulled up, but this set off her rhythm and was met with another growl, this time much less severe.He decided that for now it was safest to simply lay there.

But now something else was coming, a tingling sensation crawling up his spine like crackles of lightning across the stormy sky. His heart was racing harder, the sensations on his tapered cock peaking in his mind and him being overwhelmed as he pant, huff, and let out a sharp squeak as he instinctively thrust up into her again while his cock throb and tried to squirt into her, but he was a might too young, or overstimulated, and it seemed he could give her a few ropes of clear pre, but not that hot musky cum she may have enjoyed.

But his trial was just starting, not over. The sensations which were at once pleasurable beyond compare, now turned inward, as sharp jolts up his spine, as if his cock was directly wired into every synapse of his brain and with every slam and grind of her hips, he yelp out and whimper and all but shudder under it, and once more he broke his silence to cry out “Mistress!” with sharp Ahs, and panted Ohs. It was met with her placing that paw over his face once more while she let up not one inch and simply silenced him with a hissed growl.

For her, she felt the boy’s feeble attempt to help, and while it didn't pull her entirely out of her bliss, it did make her surface from it some. And when she felt his little cock throb and squirt up into her, she thought nothing of it, and kept riding as she was not even halfway to her destination. When the whelp tied to that wonderful little cock called out to her again, she almost lost it like the first time, but instead just chose to place that large paw over his maw so he’d be silent the rest of the time.

But from here on out, her enjoyment changed a bit. She felt him now squirming under  her, trying to pull away, with nowhere to go, his over sensitive cock being sent side to side, for and back, in all directions as his hips tried  to squirm away from hers. She soon found a pattern to this and rode him in such a way that instinctually drove him to inch down against her. The action of such aligning the tip of his cock with the slightly rougher patch within her sex that was her g-spot over and over with every thump. The struggling of the slave under her weight was perfect to her. The feeling of prey trapped under her paws, the feeling of warm sex filling her slit, and the quiet cried whimpers being like a symphony to her in some cruel way she’d never have expected.

As he was over-stimulated and tortured, she was elated and delighted. As he was pinned down, and forced to pleasure her, her head swam in the clouds and her worries drifted away with the rhythmic thudding of their furred bodies meeting. As she neared a halfway point for her, a sort of primordial pre-climax she’d long had, being about half the intensity of a full climax, signaling to her she was in the home stretch, it so coincided with the boy’s second forced orgasm throbbing and twitching his little cock in her as she felt each ripple run up her own spine in a condensed pleasure no male had ever been able to give her before.

His hot breath under her paw, the thick muffled whimpering and crying only heightening this halfway peak.  And she if anything only picked up speed, not caring which direction his hips went, though less from desiring to lose the aim at her G-spot, but more because she was also becoming more primal with every bounce and grind she did. She did stop the harsh riding now and then to just grind too, that feeling of shoving his cock hard into her g-spot making the fur on her spine ripple up to attention as she growled in a deeply carnal lust. The boy sobbing lightly now all but either forgotten or music to her ears as she slowly drew closer.

And almost as if on queue, about 3/4ths into her ride the little slave came again. His sore  nuts and prostate clenching up hard and squirting once more only a few sad ropes of pre up into her as he was forced to be little more than her sex toy with a pulse. His feet scratch at the floor helplessly, his hands doing the same, not daring to touch her, but also getting no traction from the cold uncaring marble floor beneath him, and no mercy from the fiery beast atop him.

The little slave was thankful her claws were now only teasing his flesh, more from the position of her paw this time than any control she had left. Luck being on his side, nothing more. But the smell of his blood did fill the air and that was aphrodisiac enough for her to claw harshly at the floor beside his head with her other paw, the scraping of it being horrifying to those big ears, as she, to his astonishment, rode him even harder still. She all but rammed herself against his hips with her full weight with every single bounce now. And it was getting faster and harder still.

The boy was entirely spent at the point she finally met her climax full on. The harsh loud roar of pleasure from her sending shivers of fear up the boy’s spine as she slowed down and pant atop him. She didn't even bother looking at the boy as she recovered for a second or so, purring quietly as she stood up and stretched long and hard like feral felines did. “Mmmmnnnfff good boy. I needed that. Come lick me clean and then go clean yourself up slave.”

She’d moved to her sofa, flopping on it on her side, and spreading her legs open to reveal her soft warm belly to him, but also her dripping wet sex that was ever so slightly agape now from her pose and the rough ride she’d just forcefully taken from her slave.

While she lay there, worn out, eyes closed, tailtip flicking side to side on the sofa, the boy was still in shock, having been forced to climax 3 times, but then in a cruel twist of fate, being left right on edge of his fourth time, he was left unsure which was worse. The sensations of a ruined climax crackling through his brain like so much static and fire crackers. But he was soon snapped from his trance as she roared “NOW!” and he feebly scurry to his knees and crawled over to her. Through quiet sobs he said “Y-yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.” Before kissing her sex and starting to lap over it and swallow down the mix of his pre and her juices that had filled her and soaked her fur and his.

A paw came to the back of his head, forcing him in closer as he was made to get her juices all over his face, marking him as hers by scent. She hissed and growled in pleasure still, though to him it was all aggressive. Making him whimper more as his face was smashed in against her sex. And he cleaned her spotless to the point not one strand of fur was out of place, and her sex had settled back into a crisp clean little black furred slit with only a tiny hint of pink showing now.

One of those strong back legs kicked him square in the chest back onto his butt before she huff out. “Go make dinner slave. And be quiet... I need a nap. We’ll go for round two after you’re done.” The way she slurred out her words it was clear she was already half asleep as he was kicked aside and left soaking wet, still hard from the electric stimulator lightly zapping his prostate, and with both his lap and face smelling of only her sex, marking him  as hers to anyone who would smell him for ages to come it felt.

He curled up into a ball and whimpered quietly to himself for a bit before pulling that probe out so he could finally get some relief, not knowing how to turn it off, leaving an important context clue for his mistress to pick up on later as he left it on the floor. He silently stood, and shuffled off to do as ordered and making an improvised stew out of whatever she had in her cabinets that he knew how to properly cook.

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