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I rather like writing, and totally enjoyed making this story what it is. that said, i don't know if i should just write for myself, or put it out there for the bunnies to see. heck, I'd even take requests just for practice. let me know what you think!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "In this one, an ambassador to the world of dreams is forced into the fantasy of an ages old sorceress. it's a bit of a tease, but I think It's about the right kind. I rather like writing, and totally enjoyed making this story what it is. that said, i don't know if i should just write for myself, or put it out there for the bunnies to see. heck, I'd even take requests just for practice. let me know what you think!", "writing": "This was the highest point in his career, fully certified to care for any and all “other-worldly” beasts and people. An ambassador to the ether, a speaker for the real world. \n\nAnd he's wound up in a cage. A changeling and her dire wolves had been attacking small settlements, and Tyledis was called out to dismiss them. She was of a dangerous sort, far more powerful than just one other-eater could dispel. She had managed to drag the mousey magician kicking and screaming back to the other-land. \n\nAnd there he sat, black fur matted with blood and dirt from being dragged by fangs. A Heck-hound patrolling the room offered light and heat, but he felt as if he hadn't eaten in ages. Time moves only as it is perceived in the other-land and staying in one place could have you at a standstill for eternity. One would rot to dust if they left the strange universe without proper preparation. \n\nHe shuffled about his cage a bit and tried to prepare an emergency exit, but stopped in fear when he heard the heck-hound pad towards him, and the portal at the end of the room spark to life. Tyledis mustered his strength and stood, leaning against the bars as the turbulent flight into the other-land had made him ill.\n\n“Poor thing, let me guess, you prepared for everything but this.”\n\n“food... I need to eat something.” he sighed, prompting a smug sound from the changeling. \n\n“No dear,” she chided, “you need to 'integrate' something” she said, referring to the requirement of taking otherworldly flesh to lock him into the world. At this stage, if he fell out, he'd be smashed to atoms against the inner walls of the other-verse. “I’d offer mine, but that could dangerous to your health, volatile being and all that” she said, in a voice like she were speaking to a child.\n\nAt this point, pride would be the death of him, and he was already seeing the real world overlaying his chamber. It felt like a slight tug from all directions. For now, it was merely uncomfortable, but would be agonizing soon enough. \n\n“Please...” he groaned weakly. “I need it bad...” was all he could formulate, mind regressing under the presence of a stronger will.\n\n“You certainly do, but you have to promise to let my play with you for a bit.”\n\nHis pride forced him to stay alive, by any means necessary.\n\nHe bowed his head, uttering the promise. At once, a collar and bindings wrapped tightly around his wrists, ankles, and tail base. Having made a vow to an immortal in her own realm, he would be bound to complete it fully.\n\nThe changeling chuckled fearsomely, and produced a leash from nothing, for in this room alone, she could hold absolute power. Clipping it to the bound mouse, she banished the cage and ordered him to the ground. \n\n“Of course.” he said, shaking a flash of reality away from his senses. He knew full well where he was going to get his lock from, and fully complied to all orders, despite abject displeasure and regret. He hated it, but he did it anyway, out of a new sense of duty. She walked him around the room a bit, turning it from a musty stone cottage to a field in a park with each step. The heck-hound faded away with the cottage.\n\n“Okay, puppy. Do you like your walkies”\n\n“yeraooo!” he shouted as she kicked his naked rear, having tried to reply in English.\n\n“no no no, you're a dog on a walk in the park.” she said. After stopping to consider what to do next, she took on a form that the captive Tyledis could comprehend, as she had previously looked to him like a collection of spinning fractals. In truth his feeble mind had been trying to piece together something that didn’t make sense with things he knew about; not unlike a computer game using the wrong data to form an image. She was now a female ferret, wearing classical park stroller clothing over her auburn fur.\n\n“hmmm, not quite there yet. You're a female dog on a walk with her owner in the park.” she said.\nFrom her spoken word came truth, and Tyledis suffered strange pleasure as his genitals crumbled away, followed by horrifying seizing in his abdomen as his insides forced themselves to change. Stranger still, he was forming from the inside out, his new sex peeling open from the inside. It ended at a round canine opening and settled itself where it ought to be. On his lower abdomen, tingling nerves formed small nipples poking above his fur, and continued until he had a set of six, losing his own pair to apply feral anatomy.\n\n“baroo?” shi said, having gotten the idea. The lovely ferret tugged hir leash, and shi followed her to the path. Since the room was moving under them, shi had to adjust to the dizzying experience. The headaches brought on by being tugged every which way out of the universe didn't help in that regard. That said, the pull hadn't gotten any stronger as they walked, as if the modifications his mistress had made were serving as a rudimentary anchor. Shi still wasn't fully there though, and frequently saw the village square laid across the path the two of them walked. \n\n“This is fun and all, but I'd like to see you in heat. You just aren’t submissive enough.” she said, prompting a huge cramp in her bitch's nethers as hir lips puffed out and musky fluid began lining hir inner walls. Tyledis whined pitifully, falling further into the fantasy shi was taking part in. his 'owner' tugged hir, and shi complied, though shi grew ever more miserable as they walked. In mere minutes, Tyledis fully submitted to hir keeper's will and began to welcome the feral lust and lovely, if agonizing, sensation of crawling with a puffy, smelly, wet feminine ring between hir thighs. The changeling no longer needed to speak to change the story, as Tyledis's will was currently broken. Shi would now play along with whatever he saw, whether he enjoyed it or not. “Free will was getting us nowhere on this one, but I hope I wont have to break you again for the next one.” said the changeling. \n\nThey came to a picnic area and met some other figments, created with the changeling's new found power. She let Tyledis off hir leash and walked over to meet with a portly rabbit in genteel attire. At once, Tyledis ran off to greet one of his other new friends, a slender raccoon that tugged at his own memories. Shi sniffed up and down his pant leg and pressed hir head into his hand, begging for a pat.\nThe group surrounding the raccoon chuckled about “lovely miss deary, and her friendly dog” and went on with their conversation, lavishing attention onto the needy whore. Eventually they tired of hir and shooed hir away. Satisfied with the attention, Tyledis crawled off to a tree in the field, still within sight of his mistress and her figments. A glowing Shiba Inu, likely owned by another figment came around the tree to greet hir. A flash of reason hit Tyledis as he realized what came next in this twisted fantasy, and he again saw the village and the park at once. Try as he might, the only way shi could stop the splitting headaches was to resubmit. Now fully in control Tyledis began courting the male dog.\n\nTyledis started at his mouth, and the proud male turned up his head and tried to avoid hir tongue, but the needy bitch was determined to breed. Shi followed the Shiba as he padded away, nipping at his legs and rear, trying to convince the beautiful beast that shi was worth the effort. The taste of his fur was clean, and his scent was strong, but pleasant. Eventually the Great Beast stopped in his tracks and let Tyledis go to work. Breeding habits were an important part of his studies, and he was expected to avoid sex with other-creatures at all costs. Unfortunately, he could never return home safely without first locking into the other-realm; since this Shiba gave off warmth and light, he knew it to be the guard dog from before. As he came to this realization the dog's true form was revealed.\n\nTyledis continued on the lovely hound by licking at his belly, trying to get him to open himself up. The heck-hound's flesh burned hir tongue at first, but shi pressed on, dulling the heat to only a slight pain, like touching hot concrete. Shi alternated between the Stately Hound's belly and face, trying to force hir tongue into his mouth and sheath. The garden party had taken notice some time back as was sitting to watch the shameful display. To them, both dogs were excellent breeding stock, and the puppies would be worth a fortune. “Miss Deary” stood behind them, leaned against the tree with her bonnet in her hands and a trickster's smile so wide her predatory teeth gleamed out of her mouth.\n\nTyledis finally managed to coax the heck-hound's leg up, and began licking tenderly at his peeking tip.\nThey warned hir the job would be embarrassing, but not like this. Hir guts churned with fury and lust as shi tried to stay lucid. Hir sex started pulsing in anticipation, but shi had to focus, lacking a heck-hound's mating instinct. The heck-hound was showing arousal just as slowly as he should, and Tyledis lowered hir face, licking the underused, grossly oversized scrotum. It's pulse shifted the flesh under hir tongue and heated the area more. As Tyledis worked those orbs, he let hir nose rub deep into the fur of the hound, showing submission and desire to his feral mind. The heck-hound's erection stopped progressing, and the monster put a paw on his bitches' rear. Like following a checklist, Tyledis turned hirself about and offered hir scent to the hound's face. The next part would be tricky, as shi had to keep the correct behavior to secure him as a mate. The heck-hound began nosing at the juicy delight offered before him and steam rose off of Tyledis's cold flesh. 'hot' barely described the feeling, it seared, it burned, and it felt really, REALLY good to hir damaged mind. Of course, shi had to avoid showing any pleasure or the hound would deem hir unworthy. \n\nThe onlookers laughed and talked all through this sacred ritual, all except for Tyledis' mistress. She had been writing in a notepad, unnoticed by all. As she watched and wrote, she smiled sheepishly. The fair maiden had achieved power over a mortal for the first time in eons, and she was mildly overwhelmed. She stopped her hand each time it reached for her nonexistent genitals, forcing the illusion to continue. She couldn't drop her will now, or the whole thing would fall apart, and another willing mortal would be scattered across the multiverse. Alternating between the shameful display and her journal kept the admittedly fragile situation together. How she loved the shame, it drove her senses mad. She could never find pleasure in a mate, only in tricks and humiliation.\n\nTyledis, backside steaming rank mist and vagina quivering in painful delight, had managed to stand up to the taste test. The alpha came to his face and licked the tears from under his eyes before returning to his back and dropping his front end about his bitch's waist. It was at this point that Tyledis would be allowed to show pleasure. The newly female mouse pulled hir tail aside and held it away from the moist, musky hole shi longed to have filled. Shi bowed hir head and swayed back to the heck-hound to indicate hir ready state. \n\nThe burning dog began thrusting his pelvis towards his mount's rear, erection growing toward it's mark and body moving closer with each jerky push. His heated tip met supple, cold flesh, throwing up yet more steam. The hound was regulating his heat now, or he might render his mate infertile. The tip bounced messily off the plush ring several times before it broke in. at that moment, the flesh of the other-beast kicked into hir system, returning Tyledis to full consciousness once more. The garden party chortled and poked fun at the display, causing Tyledis's stomach to turn sharply from nerves. \n\nShi was locked beneath the powerful monster as it worked it's way deeper into his body, now slicking hir passage up with boiling pre-cum. The beast's erection continued growing to full, minus knot. Tyledis was enjoying it, and hir dominant thoughts were that he needed to carry hir mate's litter and breed forever. \n\nAs hir will slipped again, hir mistress relaxed from her journal to watch her fantasy play out.\n\nEventually the thrusts came with difficulty as the heck-hound's knot began to grow. Tyledis, quietly enjoying hir partner till now, let out a pleading moan. As the knot inflated, it began to bounce off of the supple opening, causing the desperate bitch to push back against hir alpha. This did the trick, and the knot passed in and out for nearly another minute before, thankfully, becoming wedged inside hir body as apposed to outside. Tyledis stopped moving, tensed up and screamed. Hir body went insane, shutting off every pain receptor, dulling hir mind, and compressing every muscle in hir feminine organ tightly around the flesh of hir beloved beast, who was still forcing effort on what little part he could still push in and out of his mate. \n\nThat first orgasm took a long time to die off. The hound was slowing himself and breathing heavily onto the neck of his bitch. In a sudden jolt, the beast shoved his full length into his bitch and clamped his teeth over loose flesh on Tyledis's neck. Tyledis arched hir back in turn, pressing himself fully against the heck-hound's might. Warmth spread within hir abdomen, forced backwards by muscle, kept inside by the seal of hir alpha. Each time the hound pushed out more seed, the heat spread out anew. It was all too much, and Tyledis screamed again and again as he continued seizing, adding hir own effort to pull as much life from the heck-hound as possible, pleading between screams to have more of that amazing heat in hir. The hound relaxed over Tyledis's body and began pumping out the second stage fluids. Like in mortal hounds, heck-hounds have an oily aftercum that forms an internal seal to keep the sperm as deep in his mate as possible. Also not unlike earthly canines, the hound will keep pushing fluid into his mate for however long he is tied to them. They do tend to stay hunched over their mate, rather than turn and bump their rear ends together. The fluids within Tyledis eventually broke their seal, pushing around the knot and seeping down hir legs. \n\n“Let's see how long they're stuck” said the anonymous fat rabbit, still clearly unaware that he was fake, and that the two hounds tied before him were anything but. He took out a pocket watch and a small digital flip clock, and laid the anachronism before Tyledis. Realizing the unreal nature of a digital clock in this supposed time period, shi snapped back, once more, to reality. In an instant, hir mistress pulled out her journal and began furiously scribbling any nonsense she had been thinking of. Tyledis actually liked the situation shi was in, and wished shi had been more lucid during the furious mating. As the digital clock ticked away before him, the mouse could still enjoy yet more fluid leaking into hir slightly distended belly. \n\nAn hour and a half later, the hound pulled himself free, walked behind the nearby tree, and disappeared. He had left behind a thick clear ooze, more potent than an earthly dog's. It solidified within the opening of Tyledis's sex, and hir heat calmed down rapidly proving to hir that the brutal fucking did it's job. He laid down in the grass, clutching hir warm, pleasingly churning belly. hir mistress, now a silver fox, walked to hir and fastened his leash to his collar.\n\n shi later woke up back in hir cage, sitting back against the bars, hands upon a massive belly\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "This was the highest point in his career, fully certified to care for any and all “other-worldly” beasts and people. An ambassador to the ether, a speaker for the real world.

And he's wound up in a cage. A changeling and her dire wolves had been attacking small settlements, and Tyledis was called out to dismiss them. She was of a dangerous sort, far more powerful than just one other-eater could dispel. She had managed to drag the mousey magician kicking and screaming back to the other-land.

And there he sat, black fur matted with blood and dirt from being dragged by fangs. A Heck-hound patrolling the room offered light and heat, but he felt as if he hadn't eaten in ages. Time moves only as it is perceived in the other-land and staying in one place could have you at a standstill for eternity. One would rot to dust if they left the strange universe without proper preparation.

He shuffled about his cage a bit and tried to prepare an emergency exit, but stopped in fear when he heard the heck-hound pad towards him, and the portal at the end of the room spark to life. Tyledis mustered his strength and stood, leaning against the bars as the turbulent flight into the other-land had made him ill.

“Poor thing, let me guess, you prepared for everything but this.”

“food... I need to eat something.” he sighed, prompting a smug sound from the changeling.

“No dear,” she chided, “you need to 'integrate' something” she said, referring to the requirement of taking otherworldly flesh to lock him into the world. At this stage, if he fell out, he'd be smashed to atoms against the inner walls of the other-verse. “I’d offer mine, but that could dangerous to your health, volatile being and all that” she said, in a voice like she were speaking to a child.

At this point, pride would be the death of him, and he was already seeing the real world overlaying his chamber. It felt like a slight tug from all directions. For now, it was merely uncomfortable, but would be agonizing soon enough.

“Please...” he groaned weakly. “I need it bad...” was all he could formulate, mind regressing under the presence of a stronger will.

“You certainly do, but you have to promise to let my play with you for a bit.”

His pride forced him to stay alive, by any means necessary.

He bowed his head, uttering the promise. At once, a collar and bindings wrapped tightly around his wrists, ankles, and tail base. Having made a vow to an immortal in her own realm, he would be bound to complete it fully.

The changeling chuckled fearsomely, and produced a leash from nothing, for in this room alone, she could hold absolute power. Clipping it to the bound mouse, she banished the cage and ordered him to the ground.

“Of course.” he said, shaking a flash of reality away from his senses. He knew full well where he was going to get his lock from, and fully complied to all orders, despite abject displeasure and regret. He hated it, but he did it anyway, out of a new sense of duty. She walked him around the room a bit, turning it from a musty stone cottage to a field in a park with each step. The heck-hound faded away with the cottage.

“Okay, puppy. Do you like your walkies”

“yeraooo!” he shouted as she kicked his naked rear, having tried to reply in English.

“no no no, you're a dog on a walk in the park.” she said. After stopping to consider what to do next, she took on a form that the captive Tyledis could comprehend, as she had previously looked to him like a collection of spinning fractals. In truth his feeble mind had been trying to piece together something that didn’t make sense with things he knew about; not unlike a computer game using the wrong data to form an image. She was now a female ferret, wearing classical park stroller clothing over her auburn fur.

“hmmm, not quite there yet. You're a female dog on a walk with her owner in the park.” she said.
From her spoken word came truth, and Tyledis suffered strange pleasure as his genitals crumbled away, followed by horrifying seizing in his abdomen as his insides forced themselves to change. Stranger still, he was forming from the inside out, his new sex peeling open from the inside. It ended at a round canine opening and settled itself where it ought to be. On his lower abdomen, tingling nerves formed small nipples poking above his fur, and continued until he had a set of six, losing his own pair to apply feral anatomy.

“baroo?” shi said, having gotten the idea. The lovely ferret tugged hir leash, and shi followed her to the path. Since the room was moving under them, shi had to adjust to the dizzying experience. The headaches brought on by being tugged every which way out of the universe didn't help in that regard. That said, the pull hadn't gotten any stronger as they walked, as if the modifications his mistress had made were serving as a rudimentary anchor. Shi still wasn't fully there though, and frequently saw the village square laid across the path the two of them walked.

“This is fun and all, but I'd like to see you in heat. You just aren’t submissive enough.” she said, prompting a huge cramp in her bitch's nethers as hir lips puffed out and musky fluid began lining hir inner walls. Tyledis whined pitifully, falling further into the fantasy shi was taking part in. his 'owner' tugged hir, and shi complied, though shi grew ever more miserable as they walked. In mere minutes, Tyledis fully submitted to hir keeper's will and began to welcome the feral lust and lovely, if agonizing, sensation of crawling with a puffy, smelly, wet feminine ring between hir thighs. The changeling no longer needed to speak to change the story, as Tyledis's will was currently broken. Shi would now play along with whatever he saw, whether he enjoyed it or not. “Free will was getting us nowhere on this one, but I hope I wont have to break you again for the next one.” said the changeling.

They came to a picnic area and met some other figments, created with the changeling's new found power. She let Tyledis off hir leash and walked over to meet with a portly rabbit in genteel attire. At once, Tyledis ran off to greet one of his other new friends, a slender raccoon that tugged at his own memories. Shi sniffed up and down his pant leg and pressed hir head into his hand, begging for a pat.
The group surrounding the raccoon chuckled about “lovely miss deary, and her friendly dog” and went on with their conversation, lavishing attention onto the needy whore. Eventually they tired of hir and shooed hir away. Satisfied with the attention, Tyledis crawled off to a tree in the field, still within sight of his mistress and her figments. A glowing Shiba Inu, likely owned by another figment came around the tree to greet hir. A flash of reason hit Tyledis as he realized what came next in this twisted fantasy, and he again saw the village and the park at once. Try as he might, the only way shi could stop the splitting headaches was to resubmit. Now fully in control Tyledis began courting the male dog.

Tyledis started at his mouth, and the proud male turned up his head and tried to avoid hir tongue, but the needy bitch was determined to breed. Shi followed the Shiba as he padded away, nipping at his legs and rear, trying to convince the beautiful beast that shi was worth the effort. The taste of his fur was clean, and his scent was strong, but pleasant. Eventually the Great Beast stopped in his tracks and let Tyledis go to work. Breeding habits were an important part of his studies, and he was expected to avoid sex with other-creatures at all costs. Unfortunately, he could never return home safely without first locking into the other-realm; since this Shiba gave off warmth and light, he knew it to be the guard dog from before. As he came to this realization the dog's true form was revealed.

Tyledis continued on the lovely hound by licking at his belly, trying to get him to open himself up. The heck-hound's flesh burned hir tongue at first, but shi pressed on, dulling the heat to only a slight pain, like touching hot concrete. Shi alternated between the Stately Hound's belly and face, trying to force hir tongue into his mouth and sheath. The garden party had taken notice some time back as was sitting to watch the shameful display. To them, both dogs were excellent breeding stock, and the puppies would be worth a fortune. “Miss Deary” stood behind them, leaned against the tree with her bonnet in her hands and a trickster's smile so wide her predatory teeth gleamed out of her mouth.

Tyledis finally managed to coax the heck-hound's leg up, and began licking tenderly at his peeking tip.
They warned hir the job would be embarrassing, but not like this. Hir guts churned with fury and lust as shi tried to stay lucid. Hir sex started pulsing in anticipation, but shi had to focus, lacking a heck-hound's mating instinct. The heck-hound was showing arousal just as slowly as he should, and Tyledis lowered hir face, licking the underused, grossly oversized scrotum. It's pulse shifted the flesh under hir tongue and heated the area more. As Tyledis worked those orbs, he let hir nose rub deep into the fur of the hound, showing submission and desire to his feral mind. The heck-hound's erection stopped progressing, and the monster put a paw on his bitches' rear. Like following a checklist, Tyledis turned hirself about and offered hir scent to the hound's face. The next part would be tricky, as shi had to keep the correct behavior to secure him as a mate. The heck-hound began nosing at the juicy delight offered before him and steam rose off of Tyledis's cold flesh. 'hot' barely described the feeling, it seared, it burned, and it felt really, REALLY good to hir damaged mind. Of course, shi had to avoid showing any pleasure or the hound would deem hir unworthy.

The onlookers laughed and talked all through this sacred ritual, all except for Tyledis' mistress. She had been writing in a notepad, unnoticed by all. As she watched and wrote, she smiled sheepishly. The fair maiden had achieved power over a mortal for the first time in eons, and she was mildly overwhelmed. She stopped her hand each time it reached for her nonexistent genitals, forcing the illusion to continue. She couldn't drop her will now, or the whole thing would fall apart, and another willing mortal would be scattered across the multiverse. Alternating between the shameful display and her journal kept the admittedly fragile situation together. How she loved the shame, it drove her senses mad. She could never find pleasure in a mate, only in tricks and humiliation.

Tyledis, backside steaming rank mist and vagina quivering in painful delight, had managed to stand up to the taste test. The alpha came to his face and licked the tears from under his eyes before returning to his back and dropping his front end about his bitch's waist. It was at this point that Tyledis would be allowed to show pleasure. The newly female mouse pulled hir tail aside and held it away from the moist, musky hole shi longed to have filled. Shi bowed hir head and swayed back to the heck-hound to indicate hir ready state.

The burning dog began thrusting his pelvis towards his mount's rear, erection growing toward it's mark and body moving closer with each jerky push. His heated tip met supple, cold flesh, throwing up yet more steam. The hound was regulating his heat now, or he might render his mate infertile. The tip bounced messily off the plush ring several times before it broke in. at that moment, the flesh of the other-beast kicked into hir system, returning Tyledis to full consciousness once more. The garden party chortled and poked fun at the display, causing Tyledis's stomach to turn sharply from nerves.

Shi was locked beneath the powerful monster as it worked it's way deeper into his body, now slicking hir passage up with boiling pre-cum. The beast's erection continued growing to full, minus knot. Tyledis was enjoying it, and hir dominant thoughts were that he needed to carry hir mate's litter and breed forever.

As hir will slipped again, hir mistress relaxed from her journal to watch her fantasy play out.

Eventually the thrusts came with difficulty as the heck-hound's knot began to grow. Tyledis, quietly enjoying hir partner till now, let out a pleading moan. As the knot inflated, it began to bounce off of the supple opening, causing the desperate bitch to push back against hir alpha. This did the trick, and the knot passed in and out for nearly another minute before, thankfully, becoming wedged inside hir body as apposed to outside. Tyledis stopped moving, tensed up and screamed. Hir body went insane, shutting off every pain receptor, dulling hir mind, and compressing every muscle in hir feminine organ tightly around the flesh of hir beloved beast, who was still forcing effort on what little part he could still push in and out of his mate.

That first orgasm took a long time to die off. The hound was slowing himself and breathing heavily onto the neck of his bitch. In a sudden jolt, the beast shoved his full length into his bitch and clamped his teeth over loose flesh on Tyledis's neck. Tyledis arched hir back in turn, pressing himself fully against the heck-hound's might. Warmth spread within hir abdomen, forced backwards by muscle, kept inside by the seal of hir alpha. Each time the hound pushed out more seed, the heat spread out anew. It was all too much, and Tyledis screamed again and again as he continued seizing, adding hir own effort to pull as much life from the heck-hound as possible, pleading between screams to have more of that amazing heat in hir. The hound relaxed over Tyledis's body and began pumping out the second stage fluids. Like in mortal hounds, heck-hounds have an oily aftercum that forms an internal seal to keep the sperm as deep in his mate as possible. Also  not unlike earthly canines, the hound will keep pushing fluid into his mate for however long he is tied to them. They do tend to stay hunched over their mate, rather than turn and bump their rear ends together. The fluids within Tyledis eventually broke their seal, pushing around the knot and seeping down hir legs.

“Let's see how long they're stuck” said the anonymous fat rabbit, still clearly unaware that he was fake, and that the two hounds tied before him were anything but. He took out a pocket watch and a small digital flip clock, and laid the anachronism before Tyledis. Realizing the unreal nature of a digital clock in this supposed time period, shi snapped back, once more, to reality. In an instant, hir mistress pulled out her journal and began furiously scribbling any nonsense she had been thinking of. Tyledis actually liked the situation shi was in, and wished shi had been more lucid during the furious mating. As the digital clock ticked away before him, the mouse could still enjoy yet more fluid leaking into hir slightly distended belly.

An hour and a half later, the hound pulled himself free, walked behind the nearby tree, and disappeared. He had left behind a thick clear ooze, more potent than an earthly dog's. It solidified within the opening of Tyledis's sex, and hir heat calmed down rapidly proving to hir that the brutal fucking did it's job. He laid down in the grass, clutching hir warm, pleasingly churning belly. hir mistress, now a silver fox, walked to hir and fastened his leash to his collar.

 shi later woke up back in hir cage, sitting back against the bars, hands upon a massive belly
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