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Simple premise, folks that wanted to participate named a Species and then either 'Master' or 'Slave', and in return I wrote a little flash fiction based on that.\n\nI've included all the FA usernames of the requests and what they asked for as basically the 'titles' preceding each. I think I ran a pretty good variety and I'm really happy how big a response this got. Thanks again to everyone for playing and I hope they all liked these. It was a lot of fun to do and some good practice. I feel accomplished for getting this all done ^^\n\nComments are absolutely welcome. Would love to hear which one is someone's favorite :)\n\nhttp://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6915177/ The original post, if you'd like to check out the different users. Comment here though instead of the journal entries.\n\nIcon taken from http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16566520/ :) ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Okay so for those that missed it, last month I opened up a journal and started a little game. Simple premise, folks that wanted to participate named a Species and then either 'Master' or 'Slave', and in return I wrote a little flash fiction based on that.

I've included all the FA usernames of the requests and what they asked for as basically the 'titles' preceding each. I think I ran a pretty good variety and I'm really happy how big a response this got. Thanks again to everyone for playing and I hope they all liked these. It was a lot of fun to do and some good practice. I feel accomplished for getting this all done ^^

Comments are absolutely welcome. Would love to hear which one is someone's favorite :)

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6915177/ The original post, if you'd like to check out the different users. Comment here though instead of the journal entries.

Icon taken from http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16566520/ :) ", "writing": "Master/Slave – Species\n\nEvane\n\nRhino Slave\n\n \tThe alarm overhead sounded out loudly, a long extended BWWOOOO with warning lights signaling for the conveyor to be cleared as the doors hissed open and the cage slowly moved down the line. \n\n \t\"Quite a catch,\" the fox observed as the conveyor belt stopped before him. \"Why is he caged and bound?\"\n\n \tThe cat let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head.\n\n \t\"Well, Sir, this one is a little... feisty,\" the master game hunter answered, his clothes slightly torn in places upon closer inspection. Mr. Simon raised an eyebrow and turned his attention back to the subject. \n\n \t\"Why is there a manacle on his horn?\" he asked. This elicited a loud snort from the subject. \n\n \t\"Ah, we thought it would be funny.\" \n\n \tThe fox gave a nod. \"And so it is. And the one on his phallus?\"\n\n \tThe cat gave another little nervous laugh. \"He was uh, VERY feisty, Sir.\"\n\n \tMr. Simon gave a soft 'hmm' and stepped closer, hands set behind his immaculate and very expensive suit. Calculating eyes looked the rhino over. Head to toe, every inch of him was thick, rippling muscle. He resembled more a living rock than an animal, truth told. Except for the eyes. His eyes smoldered. He stared Mr. Simon back and the fox, for a brief moment, felt the shock of fear run up his spine. It was quickly replaced by a sly smirk. \n\n \t\"I like feisty. He will be fun to break.\" One paw reached through the bars, down between the subject's legs, and wrapped around the long, grey stalk manacled in the middle. The rhino snarled in his muzzle and lurched forward, the chains all snapping at once to keep him in place. The metal creaked in protest but held and the fox merely fondled the dribbling tool. One finger delicately wiped the tip and brought it to his lips, tongue flicking out once. He gave another 'hmm'. \n\n \t\"Take him to the training room. Heavy sedation. And post a couple more guards,\" the fox said as he looked into the rhino's eyes once more, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his muzzle. \n\n \t\"Yes Sir,\" the cat snapped to attention, giving a salute.\n\nSiriusDog\n\nBull Slave\n\n \tThe dungeon was a little cold tonight, he could feel the skin under his fur starting to prickle in goosebumps as he waited. Or maybe it was just nerves? He couldn't tell how long he had been waiting, you lost track of time easily when you were gagged and blindfolded. All he could hear was the soft clink of the chains as he shifted slightly here and there in the sling. \n\n \tHe waited.\n\n \tAnd waited. \n\n \tIt was, however, really only a couple minutes. \n\n \tThen the door opened. He heard the click of the doorknob and the telltale creak of the steps as Master came back down. \n\n \t\"Sorry about that, forgot I left this up in the bedroom,\" he said, not thinking that Marvin couldn't actually see what 'this' was. The creak of the steps turned to the soft clop of the wolf's boots against the basement's cement floor before it was muffled by the thick padding they had laid down for the playroom floor. Marvin offered a muffled \"mmphmmph\" to show he was listening. \n\n \t\"Now, back to business. Aw, you got soft,\" Master noted, reached down to squeeze his dangling endowment. He moaned into the gag, then yelped as the wolf's hand came up then slapped back down. \"Bad cow,\" he said, giving a few more light smacks making the fat cock flop left and right. He groaned and squirmed in answer, trying to make his muffled groans apologetic. His cock, however, stiffened back up right away, more so when a single claw reached down and circled his exposed asshole. \n\n \t\"Mmm!\" he whined. His legs were held up in the air, cuffed to the chains suspending the sling from the ceiling. The finger circled round and round his pucker before sliding in. His lubed hole swallowed the digit easily, eagerly even, and he gave a light grunt when it hilted into him up to the knuckle. It slid in and out a few times, then another joined in.\n\n \t\"Aw, all ready for your surprise. Well, here it is,\" the wolf gave a little chuckle as he laid something over Marvin's groin. It was heavy, and thick, and settled right alongside his half hard cock. Master's free hand stroked over his balls slowly. \"I know you can't see it, so I'm just going to spoil it for you. It's... you.\" His ears perked up. \"Yes, you remember when I got you in plaster? Well, it came back from the shop.\" \n\n \tAs he spoke his fingers never stopped sliding in and out of Marvin's hole. The bull gave a low groan, another, louder one as the replica of his own cock was lifted off his lap. The fingers slid out and the hefty toy was aimed at his exposed hole. \n\n \t\"Ready?\" Master asked, and though he could not see, Marvin could feel the wolf's grin.\n\nSuule\n\nHyena Master\n\n \t\"Alright bitches, line up!\" he cried out as he smacked the riding crop audibly into the palm of his leather glove. The five of them, as one, jumped at attention and stood shoulder to shoulder, backs straight, arms down, eyes straightforward, each and every one of them standing at attention down below. He smiled. \n\n \t\"What good boys I have,\" he growled as he marched in front of them, the shiny lyrca wrapping his legs squeaking slightly with every step. *wap* *wap* *wap* went the crop in his palm again and again and all five of them trembled at the noise. They were very familiar with it; it had struck just about every part of them at one time or another. He smiled and stopped at the end, before the fox, which took in a sharp breath and stood up just a little straighter. He brought the weighted end of the crop down and stroked up one side, then down the other, of the vulpine's cock. It throbbed helplessly and even dribbled a little. He grinned and wiped the tip with the end of the crop and brought it to the fox's lips. Without hesitation the long pink tongue flicked against it to clean over and around it. \n\n \t\"Very good boy,\" he almost purred, stroking the crop along his pet’s jaw line. The fox's eyes rolled up and he let out a little moan, offering a shaky 'th-thank you Master'. He smiled back at the fox and stepped back to look from muzzle to muzzle and cock to cock. They were afraid of him, but so turned on at the same time. It warmed his heart. His stubby tail wagged a little and he spread his legs, smacking the crop down at his thigh. \n\n \tAs one they all dropped down to their knees, no hesitation, with their arms going up to their chests in the classic begging pose. He grinned. How could you not love that? His free hand reached down and stroked his own raging dick, squeezing the fat shaft and stroking over it. The soft, squeaky glove felt so damn good on it. He turned to his side, arching his back and pressing his ass out.\n\n \t\"Which one of you bitches wants to kiss my ass?\" he growled.\n\nPascalFarFul\n\nRat Master\n\n \t\"Hm, what about this one? I think it'd look very cute on you.\" He held up the pair of short-shorts in both paws. The wolf blushed fiercely. \n\n \t\"Uh, I, uh, y-yes Sir, if they fit,\" he stammered. He couldn't help but continue looking back and forth. There he was, right in the middle of a department store, picking out clothes with his Master. Clothes he would, in fact, be wearing later for Master. He felt like everyone was watching him, every eye was on him; they all knew what they were doing. \n\n \tThat wasn't the case of course, but it didn't make him any less nervous. This would be Rodney's first outing with Master, at least, as officially a Master and Slave couple. They had kept public play to a minimum; really, the whole relationship was something on the down low for the wolf. He had almost said 'no' to going shopping but then...\n\n \tHe yelped as that familiar sensation snaked up the inside of his leg. He bit his lip, ears splaying back, biting back the 'no no no no' that wanted to come out of his mouth as the rat's tail slid up the leg of his cargo shorts and curled around his exposed sheath and balls. Since he and Master had started going out he wasn't allowed underwear, except when explicitly ordered. He found out why soon after. The long, nimble tail probed up his leg and then around his balls, gently wrapping around them. He whimpered, even as the rat continued nonchalantly picking through clothes. \n\n \t\"Oh, this tank top would look good on you. Highlight those big muscles,\" Master said, holding the small, black tank top up, grinning as he met Rodney's eyes and gave his balls a light squeeze. The wolf couldn't help but whimper lowly and curl his toes. He nodded, stepping up a little closer, trying to keep the tail less obvious to anyone passing by. They were in the middle of the clothing department and fairly obscured, but still, he was nervous. What if security thought they were trying to smuggle something? He bit back a louder moan as the long tail gave him a gentle tug. He nodded at the tank top and with a casual toss it went into the basket. \n\n \tMaster sidled up closer, pressing in until Rodney could smell the rat's leather jacket and familiar scent. That tail coiled higher and higher into his shorts, almost bulging the front out obscenely as it wrapped his genitals. He whined lowly, face and ears red with embarrassment. \n\n \t\"Wait until I get you in the dressing room,\" he whispered in Rodney's ear.\n\nHawkwolf\n\nManed Wolf Master\n\n \t\"Ahh fuuucckkk,\" the lion groaned below him. The both of them panted heavily as they lay against the couch, the lion on the bottom. The wolf leaned down and nibbled at his ear. \n\n \t\"Love it when you moan like a bitch,\" he growled out, rocking his hips and prodding the cat's hole with his knot again. The skinny not-quite-canine pulled up, planting both paws on the lion's broad back, and rolled his hips back slowly. The both of them moaned together as the long cock popped free. Eric smiled down and gripped himself at the base before slapping his cock down against the cat's cheeks. Dennis squirmed, his hole gaping and trying to close, cheeks twitching. \n\n \t\"Please,\" the cat whined. \n\n \t\"Beg harder,\" the maned wolf growled. His tip pressed in again, gently circling before teasing inside the open hole. \n\n \t\"Fu...fuck me,\" Dennis gasped, burying his head against one of the pillows. His big arms wrapped around it tightly. \n\n \t\"Harder,\" Eric growled and thrust once, tapping his knot against the hole. \"You know what I want to hear.\"\n\n \tThe cat whined, grinding back against the hard, unyielding cock, feeling every inch of it buried inside him up to the fat knot. He bit his lip.\n\n \t\"F-fuck me, Sir, please, fuck me hard,\" he muttered.\n\n \tThe wolf grinned and pressed his weight in, the both of them groaning. POP went the knot, POP as it came out again, and the wolf began to vigorously slam against the begging cat.\n\nGraros\n\nPossum Master\n\n \tMr. Hawkins was not amused. His frown said everything. The possum leaned forward and steepled his fingers. \n\n \t\"If ya'll wanna keep yer job, I suggest, Wrenfield, you go lock ma door.\" The possum's tone was in no uncertain terms. The bulldog gulped. The two of them stared at one another before the dog broke first, half scrambling out of his chair and hurrying to the door. Hawkins pressed the button on his intercom. \n\n \t\"Sadie, ya'll hold mah calls, this'n is gonna take a while,\" he drawled. There was a soft crackle, the poor doe still hadn't gotten the hang of the intercom, but it essentially meant 'yes sir'. He stood slowly and quietly unbuttoned his shirt and rolled his sleeves back up to his thick forearms. The bulldog stood before his desk, trembling lightly. \n\n \t\"Drop yer pants,\" he growled. The dog's eyes widened. He tried to look Mr. Hawkins in the eye but the split second he caught the possum's gaze he decided better, his head bowing down as he started to undo his pants. He didn't even bother to ask about his underwear, they came down with his slacks, revealing his stubby tail and bare bottom. The dog wasn't fit but hadn't put on a lot of pounds, just the slight bump of a gut ready to form up front. \n\n \tThe possum pulled a long wooden paddle out of his desk drawer before smacking it into one palm. He looked sternly at the dog, who glanced up at his face and then down at the paddle. He whimpered quietly and bent toward the desk, putting his paws to the edge.\n\n \t\"Now, I hear ya'll saying anything bout my company bein full of southern yokels, ya'll are getting tossed out on yer ear. Now count,\" the possum scolded as swung the paddle up high. \n\n \t\"ONE!\" the dog barked as the wood smacked down across his bare cheeks.\n\n\f\n\nKoren-FireSpirit\n\nDire Wolf Master\n\n \tI felt his presence before I ever saw him. The loud thud of his footfalls, the strong, heady scent that lead him, the air itself seemed to tremble before he entered the room. He came in still dressed in his battle gear with the great sword still strapped to his back. His white fur was muddied and bloodied, though likely little of it his, but for the most part he looked in good condition. Eyes of ice stared out from the snowfield of his face, great teeth like sabers showing as he licked his chops at me. \n\n \tHe began to undress. The great sword came first, set with explicit care on the wide oak table that dominated the open side of the room. Leather and chainmail were unceremoniously dropped to the floor; the servants would tend to the mess later. I watched quietly, my hands still bound behind my back with the simple strap around my muzzle keeping me mute. The great pillow I rested on was soft and plush, likely filled with goose down. I had little doubt the feathers had not come from a feral bird. \n\n \tHe glanced down at me as he stepped free of his gear; he was stripped down to nothing more than an impressive leather codpiece. His thick, plush fur did little to hide the size of his muscles. The wolf was simply massive, top to bottom. He licked his chops again and for a moment I was unsure whether I was intended as a toy or a treat for the beast. I trembled for him and he smiled widely. As a prisoner I was afforded some protections, but it would be easy to simply say I was yet another casualty, one whose body would never be found. One of his paws descended and a great claw brushed along my cheek before the meaty fingers cradled my jaw and pulled my muzzle up. I stared into the ice blue of his eyes once more. \n\n \t\"You are mine,\" came the rumble. My tail tucked itself low between my legs and I had never, ever, felt so small as I did with the great beast towering over me. I nodded and he smiled once more, though even that was full of teeth. He stood back up and I watched as he undid the codpiece, the soft smack of it hitting the floor sounded like a hammer fall. \"Mine,\" he said once more.\n\nChainsCoyote\n\nSloth Master\n\n \tThere are some things you don't really notice about a species until you get really up close and personal with them. Ronald had quickly realized this as the sloth smiled congenially at him, snapping the straps on him, tightening them, flashing his long, curved claws yet always so delicate and dexterous with them; but they were so big! He whimpered slightly, which the sloth took as discomfort with the straps and readjusted them.\n\n \t\"There, all comfy?\" he said, giving the mouse a little scritch on the chin. Ronald gave a muffled yes and a nod, actually quite comfortable despite being suspended from the ceiling at several points. The leather felt good against his body, tight as it was, and he was stiff against the codpiece Jared had put on him. The sloth stepped back, himself decked in chaps and a vest, and fondled his claws over his own codpiece. He grinned at the mouse looking him up and down. When they had agreed to play he honestly hadn't expected his friend to have so much gear; or to have such amazing abs. The thick, shaggy fur really hid the male's muscles until he moved this way or that. \n\n \t\"Good,\" the sloth grinned, spreading his legs wide. One thick, sharp claw hooked into the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Ronald stared. He hadn't seen Jared's cock yet. He wasn't sure what to expect, quite honestly. Which made it all the more surprising when the soft tube flopped out of the codpiece, hanging down the same way the sloth's arms were prone to do on occasion. The mouse's eyes went wide. It had to be thick as his wrist and reached almost to the sloth's knees. \n\n \tAnd it wasn't even hard yet.\n\nSeht\n\nWhite Malamute Slave\n\n \tHe was on his knees with his forehead to the floor as the door creaked open. He heard rather than saw Master's feet step past the threshold and the door slowly close behind him. He walked past and there was the sound of bags being set down, then the telltale thump of Master sitting into the recliner. The big fluffy white dog crawled forward on all fours and stood obediently in front of the chair.\n\n \t\"Good boy,\" the big bear murmured and gently set his boots onto the mute's back. Master gave a soft sigh and leaned back into the chair, pressing his legs down onto the proffered back. The TV flicked on and for a few quiet moments they sat like that with the weather channel describing the coming rain for the weekend. \n\n \tThe boots came off with a couple of soft thuds as they hit the carpet beside him. The socks came next, Master just shifting his feet to peel them off and let them drop on top of the boots. The bare paws settled onto his back once more. \n\n \t\"Plugged?\" he rumbled. The dog nodded. One paw slipped off of his back and reached down, pressing under the dog's belly, probing carefully back and forth before it rubbed up against his erection. He couldn't help but moan and hang his head. The warm, slightly moist foot stroked against the side of his dick but he made every effort not to hump. He was a good boy. Good boys stood still until they were told otherwise. A toe traced over his hanging nuts before the foot came out from under him and lazily rubbed at one ass cheek. He moaned again as Master found the base of the plug and nudged it around. The toy shifted, slightly, inside him and made him shudder. \n\n \t\"Very good boy,\" came the praise. He was allowed to wag, so he did. His big curly white tail flicked up. It was good to please Master. He moaned happily as the broad paw teased up and down his crack, tapping the toy again and again. He was a very good boy.\n\nSmounged1989\n\nLion Master\n\n \tHis paws cradle the back of your head, not gripping but not letting go either. He pulls you forward and grinds your muzzle into his gut. The golden fur is soft, warm, and clean, nothing but his natural scent filling your nose. The muscles beneath are thick but firm, strength hidden in the softness. He presses you in, grinding gently, and strokes up the back of your head, running his fingers along your ears. A careful brush through your hair and his fingers settle on your shoulders, pressing down and guiding you lower. He presses your snout into the big bush of his pubes, your chin pressing just above the base of his sheath.\n\n \t\"Stroke it,\" he growls above. You bring your paws up and don't hesitate to wrap around his sheath. It hangs down heavy and low over his balls, filling the moment you touch it. It’s half hard by the time you squeeze it and it begins to peel back, showing the bulbous plum colored tip. One paw settles between your ears again, stroking slowly back and forth, his golden eyes staring down at you as he gets fully hard in your grip. It throbs eagerly, the fat mushroom swelling up and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The wide slit up front readily drools against your palm, making the whole rod glisten as you stroke over it again and again. He rolls his hips to pump in time with your paws but for the most part he stands there and watches you service him. \n\n \tYou gasp when something taps your balls. You glance down to see the tufted end of his tail lightly batting about between your legs, tapping under your balls and tickling your own hard-on. Before you can react the hand on your head presses you forward until the bloated tip is drooling against your lips. \n\n \t\"Kiss it.\"\n\nPyrostinger\n\nFox Master\n\n \tThis was wrong. He shouldn't be here. He felt so out of place. The thoughts kept bouncing back and forth in his head as he sat at the bar, nursing his second drink for the night and hoping it might give him some modicum of courage. The back of his mind tingled pleasantly in a mild buzz but it made him no braver. He huddled closer to the bar, keeping his head down as the music blasted around him and listening to the dozens of voices all around him, the sound of bodies on the dance floor. \n\n \t\"Hey cutie.\" He bolted up right. The fox appeared at his shoulder, wearing a biker cap and a wide smile. \"Yes, you.\"\n\n \t\"Oh uh, h-hello,\" he stammered. His heart pounded in his ears as the fox spun him gently in the bar seat, almost touching nose to nose as he leaned in close. Shiny black rubber glistened in the flickering lights and clung to the fox's chest, disappearing down the short-shorts barely leaving anything to the imagination. \"Dance?\"\n\n \tIt took a moment for the word to register. He stared dumbly, forgetting his drink completely, and gave a slight nod. Paws in fingerless gloves grabbed his and with a giggle he was pulled up and into the mass of bodies on the dance floor. Bodies rose up on either side, passed in front of, behind, all around, as they went deep into the menagerie. Everything bounced and swayed to the beat and he was afraid he'd get lost, but those paws never left his. They stopped and without warning the fox was grinding up against him, growling lowly in his ear. \n\n \tI don't know what I'm doing, he thought. I have no idea and I'm going to screw up and... The thought was cut off as that warm body slid up against him again, the fox's slender back pressing to his chest, fingers stroking along his hips with that bushy tail tapping his side. One paw reached up and cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer, another growl in his ear as he was pressed to the crook of the fox's neck. He shivered. \"Ah,\" was all he could mutter, pressed into that lithe, tight body. The fox turned, arms hooking round his shoulders, bumping nose to nose, smiling wide. Everything around them fell away, the bodies, the lights, the music. \n\n \t\"Be mine for the night?\" The fox’s voice voice was silky and husky at once, his body so warm. He couldn't help but nod, his paws shakily reaching up to brush the rubber clad sides. \n\n \t\"Y-yes,\" he said. He never saw where it came from, but felt the fox sliding the collar around his neck. It hung loosely, enough for the fox to hook a finger into it and pull him deeper into the crowd.\n\nStar_Ringer\n\nUnicorn Master\n\n\tHe sat back in his throne, a smile on his lips. But no eye in the room would meet his, not when he was at full mast. The equine's cock rose out of his pearly lap as a great fleshy tower. It throbbed in time with the horse's heartbeat and one hand lazily brushed up and down it, dipping down occasionally to give a light caress to his heavy alabaster orbs hanging below. \n\n \t\"Approach,\" he boomed, his baritone echoing in the great hall. The guards dragged the wolf forward, due to his chains more than any unwillingness. But he could see the defiant shine in his eyes, the telltale sneer around the gag. That would change soon enough. He squeezed his naked member and gave a small nod to the guards. They released him and the wolf was sent sprawling to his knees. Chains clanked as he struggled upright, able to get to his knees but little more than that without further aid.\n\n \tThe Shining Lord stood, his endowment hanging down and dribbling openly onto the steps leading up to his throne. He smiled widely and slowly clopped down, making his cock swing with every step. He stood before the prisoner and smiled down at him, a head and a half taller than all of them, two if you included the horn. The great horse gave a snort as he reached down and stroked himself openly. The wolf stared at the throbbing length with eyes wide. \n\n \t\"Don't resist. It will be so much easier for you,\" the great unicorn rumbled. Another nod to the guards and they bent forward, armor clanking, to grab the wolf's shoulders. He tried to snarl, tried to struggle but a hand gripped the back of his nape and yanked him upright. The Shining Lord stepped closer until his long, thick cock pressed to the wolf's forehead. A gentle roll of his hips smeared the soft grey fur with sticky, slick pre. Immediately the struggles stopped. \n\n \tThe Shining Lord smiled down at his new subject as love and admiration, and a deep lust, burned up at him from the wolf's eyes.\n\nZekeSilverWind\n\nElephant Slave\n\nThe lock clicked. The dean smiled at him over his shoulder and turned, striding to the windows before he began to close the blinds, then the drapes. \n\n \t\"Good evening, Mr. Wilson,\" he greeted as he went window to window, turning the room darker by turns. The pachyderm smiled politely as he finished up his paperwork for the day, squaring it up and setting it carefully into his outbox. He watched the fox's bottlebrush tail flick happily back and forth until the last drape was closed and darkness ruled the room.\n\nClap-clap. The overhead lights came on and the fox's business suit was gone. He grinned, claws tracing over the leather x-harness criss-crossing his chest now. His clothes sat in a small pile. He was getting a lot quicker with it. \n\n\t\"Mr. Wilson.\" The fox's voice was low, almost growling, as he smiled down at the elephant. \"Are you... prepared?\"\n\n\tThe bursar gently pushed away from his desk and stood up, coming around to stand before the, much shorter, fox. Thick fingers reached up and began to undo button by button until he could pull his shirt open, revealing the matching harness underneath. The fox's smile grew wider and he crossed his arms, giving a slight nod to continue. Wilson peeled the black suit jacket off, followed by the white undershirt, revealing the harness and the black leather straps wrapping his biceps. His belt came next, then off with his pants, a leather speedo bulging with his girth beneath. Quietly he turned, opening a drawer and pulling out his collar, but not before the Dean took the opportunity to reach out and land a firm SMACK across the elephant's presented ass. Wilson yelped happily and then slid the collar on, turning back and kneeling down before the fox. \n\n\t\"Shall we?\" the Dean growled. The big pachyderm nodded before bending forward to all fours, bowing down to the fox's boot.\n\nRoureem\n\nRaccoon Slave\n\n\t\"And next up, this strapping young raccoon!\" the barker called and waved his cane, motioning for Gaspar to step up to the stage. He stepped out toward the crowd and tried not to grimace as dozens of eyes roved all over his body. He could hide nothing. He was meat. Meat for sale, at that. He stepped toward the edge with his head held up and as passive an expression as he could muster. He wore nothing more than the collar they had given him. The barker snapped commands; turn left, turn right, lift that tail, bend forward. SMACK! The cane came across his ass and made him jump up straight. \n\n\t\"Whaddya say folks! You want to see him WORK IT?\" the bear called out. The roar from the crowd was deafening yet he still goaded them on with a \"What was that? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!\" The crowd cried out louder still and a pair of assistants carried a bench up to the stage, a series of progressively larger dildos affixed to it. Gaspar's ears splayed back. They wouldn't. He looked at the barker and the bruin only smiled widely at him, still working the crowd. One assistant appeared behind the raccoon and pressed something under his tail. He gasped but only jumped a little, the lube cold as it was injected right up him. They were very practiced at this. \n\n\t\"Sit boy!\" the bear roared. Gaspar looked at the bench and up at the crowd, the dozens of eyes gleaming with hunger; they wanted to be entertained, they wanted to see him humiliated, they wanted to see his obedience. He growled lowly to himself and straddled the bench, starting at the smallest toy. He closed his eyes as he sat, the black rubber nub barely bigger than his thickest digit. It slipped in easily and he gave a fake moan, rolling his hips, and pretending to bounce on it. His ears burned as he blushed and the crowd roared for more. But maybe it would fetch him a good price from a wealthy buyer. He didn't hesitate to stand up off of the toy, leaving it slick with lube, and straddle the next one. This one was bigger, a couple fingers wide, but not a challenge. He eyed the two ahead of him; the big black toys swayed gently as he bounced on the current one. \n\n\t\"Look at him go! Do I hear a thousand creds? Two thousand! I see a three! Come on folks, look at him go!\" the bear growled, cane swinging. Gaspar growled himself, the noise lost amid the roar and cries. He stood slowly and pressed down on the next toy, biting his lip. This was going to get rough.\n\nBrickly\n\nOrc Master\n\n\tGrok checked himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but give himself a tusky grin. He looked so damn good tonight. He gave a little growl and let his fingers rove over his chest and along the edge of the shiny, black leather vest. The gear was all new and it all fit like a glove as if it were molded to his green flesh. He spread his legs wide, boots thumping satisfyingly into the carpet.\tHe pulled the vest aside to stroke along his pecs, thick fingers pinching at pierced nipples, rolling and tugging them between his thumbs and forefingers. He gave a low grunt at himself, the dark green nubs perking up instantly until the rings dangled in the open air. One hand stroked over the rigid six pack of his stomach and traced through the dark treasure trail. \n\n \tThe big orc pinched one nipple again and let out a low, guttural growl as he fingered over the carefully trimmed pubes. His soft cock hung below, lying over his fat green balls like a sleeping python with the thick prince albert in the end giving it added weight. One thick finger traced down his inner thighs as he felt over the edges of his chaps. A light tug to his meat and he pulled it up, checking out his heavy nuts. They looked so good set between the black leather of his chaps. Grok turned, looking over his shoulder. His emerald ass greeted him, cupped by the fresh leather. He could already feel all the tusks of the eager sluts brushing against his cheeks. He flexed once and then gave himself a smack. \n\n\tHe was ready. Wait til they got a load of me, he thought with a chuckle. Course, he also thought, he'd be the one pumping a few loads. He reached over and pulled the codpiece on. It zipped on separately and left little to the imagination, though his half hard cock helped with that. He rolled his hips, making the black bulge bounce. Well, even soft it'd give a good impression. He snapped up his com from the counter and stuck it in his ear.\n\n\t\"Ey, you ready for the club?\" he growled into it. There was some static and then a low grumbled 'oi' replied. Grok grinned and gave himself one last look in the mirror. Tonight would be good.\n\nLapinbeau\n\nHorse Master\n\n \tHe took his time. He didn't have to, he could go as fast or slow as he wanted; they had all night after all. But he liked to make him watch. The rabbit squirmed uselessly against the pommel horse he was strapped to, making little whimpers as the horse slowly undressed before him. He smiled widely at the little sub as he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing the X-harness underneath. He trailed his fingers over his pecs and along the ridges of his abs, watching the rabbit's eyes follow along. He squeezed his crotch, the denim bulging obscenely with himself, and slowly drew the zipper down.\n\n\tThere was a muffled moan from the rabbit's hood as Master's fullness came into view. It flopped out the moment the zipper set it free; the open air always felt nice on it and the fleshy stalk began to pulse to life. He put his hands to his hips and swayed back and forth, watching his slave's eyes glued to it as it swung lightly through the air and started to rise up under its own power. The button snapped open and the equine peeled the jeans down over his thick chestnut legs. Like the shirt they were piled to the side, though he retrieved a leather speedo as he did, pulling it up until his heavy nuts were tucked just inside, his long, thick shaft hanging free. The horse took it up in one paw and stroked it slowly, stepping closer to the bound bunny. \n\n\t\"I know how bad you want it,\" he said, tapping the fat, blunt tip on the hood's nose. There was another whimper, which turned into a high squeal as the big horse leaned over the rabbit's frame and squeezed his ass. The broad hands kneaded around, thumbs tickling across the fluffy leaf shaped tail, and spread the mounds wide as his cock ground against the black leather hood. \t\"Tonight you're going to fit the whole thing,\" the horse explained, both hands raising up before smacking down on the rabbit's ass with a loud *SLAP*. A muffled moan was the only response, the little leaf tail flicking up.\n\nRekkonin\n\nAlligator Master\n\n\tOh gods, what was I getting into? The thought kept echoing in my head as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me up against his body. We were all sitting around the table, me, him, and my two friends that had convinced me to come. I tried to stare daggers at them but it was hard to keep any serious expression as the big gator guffawed, slapped my back, and repeatedly hugged me up against him. \n\n\t\"Now, you boys didn't tell me he was so damn cute! And especially the get up you got him in, it's just darling!\" he crowed. I blushed furiously and again, wanted to leap across the table and strangle Jim and Chris. They had convinced me to get into a vest and chaps and a really, really skimpy G-string to leave my ass out. I admit, when I first got to the club it was kind of flattering having so many guys checking me out. But now I was just feeling self conscious and I had this big gator I didn't know grinding up on me. He seemed nice at least, if a little loud. He grinned to the mouse and rabbit. \"Well he's all taken care of, what are you two going to do for some tail?\" \n\n\tJim flushed. The tall, slim hare played with the straw in his drink and smiled, even as his glasses slipped down his snout a little. Chris grinned and scooted up against the rabbit. They made an odd pair, the tall rabbit and the fat little mouse. You'd think they were a couple if you didn't know they were just roommates that casually banged. \n\n\t\"We were just gonna watch,\" the rodent squeaked. Jim had the decency to look away, a little embarrassed. He was actually quite the sex fiend but couldn't show it as flagrantly in front of people he actually knew. This sent the gator laughing even harder. He squeezed me up against him and, while he was kind of chubby, I could feel the thick muscles underneath and the distinct feeling he was not crushing me as hard as he could have if he wanted to. He leaned in and growled softly in my ear.\n\n\t\"Would you like that? Do you want to let your friends watch as I ravage you end to end, making you suck my cock then bouncing you in my lap like a rag doll? You wanna show the bar how bad you want to get your ass pounded?\" he said in low, husky tones. My eyes went wide and I knew the pair across couldn't have heard him, it was just for my ears and it made them blush. My face went hot and I had a hard time swallowing. His long, flat muzzle was cocked toward me, one eye staring into me. I gave a little nod. His smile perked up into a grin and one scaly hand went down to grab my exposed ass and knead one cheek. He continued in that low, dominating growl \"Good boy, now get under the table and unzip me.\"\n\nBluedude\n\nSkunk Master\n\n\t\"Deep into my eyes, deeper, deeper, just listen to my voice and stare deep into my eyes,\" the skunk repeated again and again in his soft, lulling voice. The bear stared until his eyes began to glaze over, his ears splaying back. He smiled dumbly as his head started to sway ever so slightly. \n\n\t\"That's it. Just listen and look, listen and look,\" the skunk purred. \"You're going to obey everything I do. Every little thing I say is your fondest desire. Just listen to the sound of my voice and watch my eyes.\" He repeated this a few times, the bear nodding to every other word. The skunk leaned up and waved a paw slowly back and forth in front of his eyes. No reaction. He probably could have pushed a finger to the big brute's chest and tipped him over like any feral bovine. \n\n\t\"There. And that class is... oh. Oh dear.\" He had to chuckle to himself as he turned to the rest of his students. The demonstration had gone a little too well it seemed. Two dozen eyes stared at him vacantly, every body upright in their desks and focused intently on him. He gave himself a little grin \"Didn't even need the eyes, just the voice.\" \n\n\tSo many options now. Who to choose, who to choose. He pondered quietly to himself and tapped his chin with a finger. Well, he thought, turning to Mr. Daniel, the 'example' student. The big bear still smiled dumbly waiting for a command. \n\n\t\"Strip your clothes off Mr. Daniel,\" he ordered, starting to unbutton his own shirt. He snapped his fingers and pointed to two of the closest students, a lion and a badger. \"Mr. Smith, Mr. Rook, rise, come here, and strip as well.\" By the time he was naked the three of them were presented before him, all three shapely and built. He believed at least two of them played on one of the sports teams, though he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to which. They looked nice though and he started to stroke himself idly. \n\n\t\"Now boys, let's have a nice demonstration for the rest of the class. Kneel.\" A snap of his fingers and all three dropped to their knees, vacantly smiling up at him as he stroked himself to hardness. \"Good boys.\"\n\nTzisorey\n\nDragon Slave\n\n\t\"HOW DARE YOU, I AM LORD RAGNEMERE'S...\" but the words were bitten off as the fox waved his hand and the dragon's maw snapped shut. He rounded on the golden dragon, green eyes staring the big creature down. \n\n\t\"You are NOTHING now. Not a prince, not a lord, not a knight, not even a squire!\" he growled, punctuating every word with a sharp slash through the air with his fingers, every swipe tearing another trinket or piece of cloth from the dragon's body. Golden eyes went wide and great claws rose up to strike the fox. The mage snapped his fingers and those massive claws shut close into balled fists. Another snap and the former princeling dropped to his knees, bringing him almost to head height with the little red fox. \n\n\t\"You have disgraced this kingdom for the last time you arrogant whelp,\" the fox snarled into his face, flecks of spittle striking his muzzle. \"You have lost the right to your name, your lands, your inheritance!\" Another snarl and with one broad sweep of his arms the dragon was rendered completely nude, the fine tailored silks shredding, the golden bangles and jeweled rings scattering to the floor. His eyes went wide, sounds of protest from his throat trying to reach his lips. The mage panted hotly, still staring him down, and turned suddenly from him. \n\n\t\"You have lost everything. You may have lost us everything. Your father still tries desperately to bargain with the council,\" he sighed. The anger drained from him but his spells still held. \"You. You, however, are now my responsibility.\" He turned and stabbed another finger at the air, electric strands of power springing from his claw to wrap around the dragon's body. \"No, not responsibility. My property. Your brother will gain everything you have and were. Even your name.\"\n\n\tUnbridled rage rose to the dragon's face. His muscles tensed, his grand golden body tried to surge forward, to pounce, to rip the useless little mammal limb from limb. The lines around his body sparked and shimmered as they continued to wrap his scaled limbs, etching runes across his perfect scales as they went. \n\n\t\"And if you are everything I know, we may need to take your mind as well,\" the mage said with cold finality, watching him struggle against the wards now holding him still. He snarled and shook but the spells held. The fox's eyes narrowed and he reached a paw up, setting it to his chest. \"For now, we will simply channel it.\" The blunt claws dug gently into the broad, chiseled chest, and the spidery words of magic began to roll off the fox's tongue, familiar and alien all at once. Tendrils of power wove into him and the last snarl died in his chest as the anger faded away and blossomed into warmth that spread through his body. \n\n\t\"What did you do?\" one of the guards asked, watching incredulously. The mage stepped away from his captive and they watched as the spell worked its way over the dragon. He shuddered and took one great breath as his sheath swelled and his testicles dropped into view, heavy, round, full, and suddenly aching for release. \n\n\t\"Mind magic is very difficult; it's easiest to alter a mood into something similar. His passion for violence has been turned to... well, passion.\" And indeed the rage that filled the former prince's mind dissolved into a gooey lust. He stared at the mage who moments ago he would have very much enjoyed tearing down to the last meaty iota and now wanted to pull him into the sheets. He groaned as he throbbed openly. \n\n\t\"Bring the chains,\" the fox ordered. \"And for gods sake, don't bend over near him.\"\n\nRyuDragnier\n\nSergal Slave\n\n\t\"Wow, I've never seen one in person,\" came a voice from the nearby doorway. Riger lifted his head up, as much as the chains allowed, with his wide, furry ears perking up. \n\n\t\"I know, right? Picked him up in the bar of all places. Ha, he's been here three days already, he's absolutely insatiable,\" came the voice of his new Master, who so far went by 'Icer' though Riger was fairly certain it was a nickname. He could hear the door shut and at least two bodies walked near him. \n\n\t\"Nice! A custom hood? Simon really cranked this out for you eh?\" A hand stroked over the hood covering his head, tracing around the holes for his ears, then along the pointed end of his snout. Icer, a rather large leopard, gave a soft chuckle.\n\n\t\"You think that's nice, check this out,\" the cat said as he walked around to Riger's behind. The chains rattled quietly as he spread the sergal's legs a little wider then reached between then. Riger couldn't help a low, throaty groan as the long plug in his ass shifted and slurped out from under the tail. \n\n\t\"Damn, he took that already?!\" the stranger gasped. The two of them chuckled and then Riger groaned again as the toy pressed back inside him and slid up. \n\n\t\"Yeah, he's a real slut for it, loves having his hole stuffed and played with. I was thinking we could get Bruno over here later, really work this hole hard,\" a light smack hit his ass and he groaned again, squeezing up on the plug and making it grind against his prostate.\n\n\t\"Whoa, these guys really leak a lot,\" the stranger commented, before a paw reached under to grip and stroke his aching maleness. He whined, toes curling, whining even louder as the stranger started rock him, swinging slowly back and forth as the chains kept him suspended from the ceiling. \n\n\t\"Not too much, he hasn't been touched there in a few days. Everything you see on the floor was milked out of him.\" Riger blushed. He didn't know what lay below him but he suspected it was a sizeable puddle at this point.\n\nLupercusWhitewolf\n\nJaguar Slave\n\n\tThe Splendid King sat back against the great stone throne and smiled to the assemblage.\n\n\t\"Some entertainment, perhaps?\" the great feathered serpent smiled and gave a sharp clap. The chatter in the room died and all eyes turned toward the great doors as they groaned on their massive hinges. The king's entertainers approached, a long line of creatures great and small, all of them wearing the same bejeweled collar and nothing else. In the lead was a tall, slender jaguar. The king's favorite. They stopped before the grand dais and as one bowed at the waist to the Splendid King. \n\n\t\"A dance,\" the king hissed. As one the servants nodded quietly and all but the lithe cat stepped aside. The jaguar stepped nimbly forward and bowed low, then raised one leg back and balanced on just one foot as he dipped lower and lower until the point of his toes aimed to the ceiling and he could touch the floor with his paws. Many attendees gasped and then cheered as the cat broke forward into a roll along the ground, reaching the great steps that lead to the lordly serpent. He sprang upward, catching himself in a crouch on the lowest step. His eyes glittered and he offered a smile to the king before springing backward, almost hanging in the air as he flipped away. The long, slim body whipped through the air as he landed on his paws, flipped again and again and again until he was halfway down the red carpet that stretched from the doors to the dais. He landed with a flourish, leg sweeping out as he spun and sank on his other leg until he forehead almost touch the floor in a mock bow with his legs split wide apart. \n\n\t\"Most excellent,\" the king hissed again, then smiled wider. \"Now, how about the dance of the curious snake?\" a low, rumbling chuckle emerged from the serpent's throat and many in the audience gasped, eyes wide. The cat looked up, eyes in shock as well, before giving an affirmative nod. He had no choice. Attendants broke from the crowd, emerging from a side hall carrying the small table. The curious snake bobbed in the air as it was carried before it wobbled before the crowd. More gasped. The snake was, in fact, not a snake at all but a rubber phallus, the features of a serpent's head cut into the tip. It looked surprised, as did much of the audience. \n\n\tThe dancer rose slowly, his tail flicking nervously back and forth, as all eyes fell upon him. It was known the Splendid King was fond of such contrivances, yet rarely was so open with his slaves and the court. The cat approached the table, bowing to the king once more and then bowing to the snake. He whipped around again, leg flying just over the head of the toy, before he faced the crowd and began to sway his hips, his claws smoothing up and down his front from his chest to his thighs. A low, throaty growl rose from his chest as he put his whole body into it, swaying back and forth, every muscle fluid in motion. Slowly, he eased back, head swaying to and fro, tail flicking in time and brushing back and forth over the snake's tip, before his legs spread wider and the jaguar squatted back. \n\n\tThe barest grunt passed the cat's lips as the curious snake pressed between his smooth, round buttocks. His tail hiked and there was only a moment's resistance as the slave speared himself backward, giving the king a perfect view as it spread his cheeks around it's diamond head and disappeared between them. The Splendid King smiled, great tail flicking idly over the steps of the dais, watching raptly as did the court. The cat bowed his head and moaned, pressing back and driving the snake higher, before he bucked forward, the rubber phallus popping free. \tThe jungle cat spun once more, leg flying high, before he bent forward, the curious serpent pressing into his belly as he arched over it and spread his legs, showing the gaping pink hole beneath his tail. A slight hop and the cat's legs went into the air, scissoring one way, then the other, before he flipped forward onto his feet again. \n\n\tThe cat bowed once more to the king then again swayed back and forth, scooting his feet back across the carpet as his ran his fingers smoothly over his thighs. He reached the snake again, planting one foot to either side of its small table, and reached one paw back to lift it up and arc it back as he squatted again, another soft groan marking its entrance inside him. This time the cat's paws gripped his cheeks and spread them wide, showing the snake's head had gone deep inside. The cat rocked back and forth, spreading his legs wider and wider until his paws went to his knees. The great cat hissed and growled as he began to drive himself onto the toy again and again, firm buttocks bouncing as the black rubber snake disappeared deeper and deeper with every stroke. \n\n\t\"That is enough,\" the king clapped once more.\n\nShadow_dog_demon\n\nTimber Wolf Slave\n\n\t\"Here's your drinks guys,\" the big wolf set the tray down, a couple chilled beers and even a bowl of pretzels on it. Phil quirked an eyebrow at him but continued playing, offering a quiet 'thanks?' before John just smiled and walked back to his room. They continued playing for a few more minutes before they hit pause and cracked the cans open.\n\n\t\"Uh, okay, I gotta ask,\" the badger started as he sniffed the open can, making sure it wasn't laced with anything. \"What the hell is up with John?\" \n\n\tAaron gave a laugh before he took a long pull on his beer, scooping up a couple pretzels. \"Oh, dude, it's like magic. I mean. I did this thing. And well, you see what I got,\" he chuckled and stuffed them into his mouth. The horse leaned back into the couch and snacked on a few more pretzels. \n\n\t\"You.. did a thing? I don't know if I should ask.\" Phil leered at the beer one more time before taking a sip, finding it frothy, cold, and quite beer-like. Feeling it was safe enough, he proceeded to take a long pull of his own. Aaron smiled widely.\n\n\t\"Oh, I'll just show you.\" He sat up and snapped his fingers twice. On command, the big timber wolf trotted back out into the living room, smiling amiably but looking off into space at nothing particular. Again the badger quirked an eyebrow. Then Aaron kicked his shoes off and pulled the socks off, making the badger lean away, before he put his feet up onto the nearby foot rest. Another snap of his fingers, pointing down at his bare feet, and the wolf dropped to his knees and gently began to rub them. \n\n\t\"The hell? Did you..? Is this... ethical?\" the badger asked as he set his beer down to watch the wolf happily work at his task. The horse chuckled a little. \n\n\t\"Yeah? Watch this,\" he smirked and unzipped his fly. Phil scooted back further. He and Aaron had fooled around before, really there'd been a whole month where they'd traded off every weekend fucking each other, but they both knew John was a raging homophobe so it was all kept strictly low key. The wolf, however, didn't react as the horse fished his thick cock out and draped it over the lap of his jeans. \n\n\t\"Dude. What did you do?\" he asked again. Instead of answering the horse snapped his fingers again and pointed at his dick. John's smile went broader and he crawled forward until his paws were sliding up the horse's firm thighs and his muzzle was planting kisses over the limp shaft. Phil watched in complete shock. Aaron settled back and let his head rest against the couch's cushion. \n\n\t\"Would you really want him back the way he was?\" he asked in answer, letting out a happy groan as the wolf's muzzle opened wide and began to suck his half hard cock. Phil paused, watching John bob up and down his friend's cock, thinking of all the times he'd been wedgied, arm punched, laughed at, and the dozens of shitty practical jokes that the wolf had pulled, to mention nothing of all the times the wolf had angrily growled the words 'faggot' in their presence when talking about some of the pride events on campus. \n\n\t\"Yeah fair enough,\" he said before he began to pull off his own pants, scooting closer to the horse and grinning as John's paw immediately wrapped around his soft shaft.\n\nIhmissyoudeksi\n\nBear Slave\n\n\tMarcus groaned deeply into the hood as the two fingers pressed up inside him. He clutched at the bed sheets and spread his legs a little wider, arching his back to press up against the digits. \n\n\t\"Ha, good boy, always so eager to be opened up,\" Master growled lowly as he hilted in to the knuckles. The pink hole was tight and warm to the touch but accepted the wolf's fingers readily. He stroked in and out slowly, spreading the cool lube around and inside the eager hole. His free paw stroked up one cheek to run along the warm, round curve. He chuckled and stroked a thumb across the stubby little tail that wiggled every time his fingers slid all the way in. The bear, for his part, pressed his hooded head against the pillow and moaned into it. After a minute or so Master pulled his fingers free and patted the round rump. \"Alright, you know the position.\"\n\n\tAs the wolf got up from the bed Marcus climbed up onto all fours, then sank his head back down until his chest touched the sheets and left his ass up. The cool air felt amazing on his open hole. He couldn't help but flex his cheeks a few times and reach one paw back to trace around. It always felt so different after being stretched a bit. He pulled his paw back as Master came back to the bed, presenting himself to the wolf. \n\n\t\"I never get tired of that bare bear ass,\" the wolf chuckled before giving it a broad smack with one paw. Marcus jumped and moaned but just wiggled his meaty rump. \"I also never get tired of this,\" he said as he rubbed the tip of the lubed rubber toy up and down the warm valley. The big bear trembled. Inwardly, he couldn't help but chuckle, wondering what the rest of the football team would think seeing him begging to have his ass stuffed. He didn't care though, especially when the dildo's tip rubbed around and around his hole and made his toes curl. Even big guys could be bottoms.\n\nKurst\n\nCoyote Slave\n\n\tThey brought him before the magistrate.\n\n\t\"No, no, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it,\" he whined and begged over and over. The guards paid him little mind and kept their grips tight, holding him between them even as he struggled. His whines echoed in the big, bare white room. The magistrate stood beside the only window, which took up the eastern wall, looking out across the city as he quietly tapped a claw against a holoscreen. The fox turned and regarded the coyote with quiet disdain and a raised brow. He turned back to the screen and tapped a few more commands. Instantly a half dozen more screens sprung to life before him, all of them streaming the coyote's date. \n\n\t\"Mr. Demoge. You were designated a breeder. You knew what would happen if you couldn't perform your role,\" he tapped another screen \"And five times? You must have known this was coming.\"\n\n\t\"No, no please, it's a mistake, I can do it, I know I can do it,\" he shook his head as he struggled in the guard's grip. The fox gave a bored sigh.\n\n\t\"You knew the terms of the contract when you signed it. If you cannot perform, then we will make it so you can.\" The fox snapped his fingers and the displays all disappeared. He turned to the squat, white desk beside him and pulled a drawer open. He showed the pair of silver discs in his palm before stepping before the coyote.\n\n\t\"NO! NO PLEASE! NOT THAT\" Mr. Demoge screamed, shaking violently in the guards' grip. The two held the lithe canine easily, both looking quite bored. The magistrate leaned in closer, affixing each disc to a side of the coyote's head. He stepped back.\n\n\t\"Mr. Demoge, as you were unable to perform services as rendered, your body is forfeit. It is now the property of the company for the duration of your contract. Until such time as expires, your mind will be stored in the company's virtual cloud, to be returned when the contract is complete. Good bye Mr. Demoge.\" \n\n\tA snap of the magistrate's fingers and the coyote's last scream died on his lips as the silver discs lit up. He froze, not a single muscle twitching, but his eyes held wide as his mind wiped away thought by thought with every tick of the clock. It only took 15 before the discs gave a gentle 'ping'. \n\n\t\"You can release him now,\" the magistrate told them as he peeled the discs from his temples, making sure they were uploading to the cloud. Mr. Demoge stood stock still as the guards took their paws off of him. \"Strip him though. Drones don't need clothes.\" They peeled the shirt and pants methodically from the coyote, though the jackal paused as the coyote's oversized sheath sprang free. The magistrate quirked his brow again.\n\n\t\"Well we can see why he tried to be a breeder. I suppose I can keep him as a pleasure drone.\" A soft clap of his paws brought up another screen, a flurry of statistics scrolling by. \"Well, a male pleasure drone. Seems we're topped up for designated female pleasers. Maybe we can send him to R&D. Those boys are always looking for new toys on their break time. The ones they don't experiment on.\" He chuckled to himself and pulled a small square patch from his robes, pressing it to the blank coyote's forehead. There was a soft hiss and the scent of burned fur filled the air. When he peeled the patch away a neat barcode was plainly visible. \n\n\t\"Take it away.\" The fox turned back to the window, a couple displays appearing under his paws as he returned to his work. The guards turned, the drone obediently turning to follow.\n\nLouWolfskin\n\nOrca Slave\n\n\tFirst mate Landry knocked at the door. \n\n\t\"C'min!\" came the captain's loud call. The door creaked open slowly and the rat stepped inside, wincing at the difference between the cold, cloudy night and the hot, bright captain's room. Half a dozen lamps burned in the corners and above his desk. His cot and personal effects took up one wall while the other was full of locked cabinets with books, charts, and the good booze. The big rhino sat back in his seat, naked as the day he was born, with his legs spread wide. His wide hat, with the extravagantly poofy feather, hung beside his head as he laid it back and groaned lowly. \n\n\t\"Yes Mister Landy?\" he asked, one broad hand reaching down to settle atop the shiny black head in his lap. Over the soft crash and roll of the waves the rat's ears could hear a subtle slurp sound. First Mate Landry drew himself up straight and tall before giving the captain a quick salute. \n\n\t\"Lighthouse spotted in the distance capin. Should be into port in under an hour,\" he reported. The captain gave a nod and a perverted smile. The rat raised an eyebrow. \"And uh, what about uh, him, Sir? Our uh, cargo?\" He inclined his head to the burly orca with his lips wrapped around the rhino's thick, veiny meat. Captain Antoine gave a loud laugh. \n\n\t\"I figure he might fetch a good price on the market. I dunno, whaddya say big guy, how much ya think we can get for ya?\" he asked as the orca continued sucking at his member. The creature paused, slowly pulling off of the thick, throbbing tool with a thread of pre stretching from his sleek lips to the fat mushroom tip.\n\n\t\"I'd rather stay on as cabin boy,\" he said, his voice a low, deep rumble. The two of them stared wide eyed.\n\n\t\"Wait, you could understand us this whole time?!\" the captain bellowed. The orca grinned widely.\n\n\t\"Yes. But I enjoyed what you were doing to me,\" he chuckled and then bowed his head down to take the rhino to the hilt again, making the captain gasp and growl.\n\nMarkwulfgar\n\nRed Panda Master / Gorilla Slave\n\n\tLord Redinald giggled to himself as he fell back into the high pile of cushions. The silken cushions felt amazing on his fur and he sprawled out into the mess. A good meal sat in his belly, everything felt so wonderful now. He stroked his paws idly over his jiggly belly as his striped tail thumped the cushions. The red panda closed his eyes and let his fingers slowly brush back and forth over his pert nipples, giving his chubby pecs a light squeeze. \n\n\tHe needed some relief, he considered, stroking back and forth over the sensitive nubs as his maleness grew below. He clapped his hands and called out \"SLAVE!\" After only a moment's silence the double doors to his chamber opened wide and his favorite pet walked in. The gorilla was tall, thick, and covered head to toe in gold chains and jewels. There was never any mistaking one of Lord Redinald's pets. He had a proper name but the fat little red panda had never really bothered with it. The gorilla was, after all, property. He'd won him in a card game with one of his merchant rivals. The gorilla was his favorite so he was simply 'Slave'. \n\n\t\"You called, Master?\" Slave asked. The gorilla was well trained and took the proper position, his legs spread to show off his tremendous dick and balls, both adorned in golden rings, with his hands behind his back and his chest pressed out. Thick gold rings pierced through Slave's nipples and hung down heavy and low, which just highlighted how big his chest was. His gut was developing nicely too, thick with muscle and an ample helping from Master's rich dinners he always attended, as a taster and eye candy, of course. \n\n\t\"Pull it out.\" The lord smiled widely and twirled a finger through the air. The message need not be elaborated. The big gorilla turned without hesitation, revealing the tight, sculpted backside and his big round cheeks with a large golden ring nestled between them. One great hand reached back and hooked a thick finger through it. There was the softest of grunts before he began to pull and the long, slick toy started to come into view. While it was gold in color it was actually rubber, a feat Redinald still marveled at and had paid his alchemist handsomely for. The toy slurped lewdly from between Slave's cheeks until the full length popped free, leaving his hole nicely gaping. The red panda couldn't help but growl at the sight. He beckoned slave backward with a crooked finger.\n\n\t\"Sit,\" he commanded, reaching down and angling his fat cock upright.\n\nElysianFields\n\nTiger Master\n\n\tHow do I describe the feeling of submitting to someone? Of giving yourself wholly to their commands and committing to serving their pleasures? How do I explain that feeling of fulfillment from knowing you've gotten someone off? I guess it's something only another submissive is really going to understand and how hot it is. \n\n\tAll I know is how I feel when I'm on my knees before him. The heat in my face and the throbbing in my groin as I look over him. He's just in boxers today. He stands with his hands at his hips and smiles down at me as the bulge in the front pulses to life. He's taller than me, he's more handsome, even with the slight paunch he's more athletic than I am, and he certainly has a bigger dick than I do. In my mind it all adds up to being a better male but it really cuts down to his attitude: that boyish grin of his when he sees me kneels, the commanding look in his eyes as I slide my mouth over his manhood, the low growl when he commands me to lay on my back. \n\n\tI know how hot it makes me to crawl forward to him and press my face into his crotch. How amazing it feels, the heat on my face and the scent of him. I can feel his heartbeat through the silk fabric of his boxers as his cock throbs and it just makes me moan. My hands slide up his legs and under the shorts to stroke at the fur below as I let my muzzle stroke back and forth across his bulge. He rumbles a long, low purr above me in approval and I let my snout tease along the edge of the slit that would let his cubmaker into the open air. \n\n\tI can't tell you how many times I've sucked him off. It's probably in the hundreds by now. I turn my head and press my nose into the slit, worming my snout into his boxers until I press into his bushy pubes and the base of his dick throbs just beneath my chin. It doesn't matter how many times I've done it because it never stops being hot. I close my eyes and take a few long, deep breaths as I keep stroking over his striped thighs. I pull my head to one side and then back to drag my lips across his dick and let it poke out the front of the boxers. A little tug with my teeth and the boxers slide back to his base, letting him hang out. \n\n\tHe's not the biggest, but he's bigger than me, and he's my Master so it's the biggest dick in the world at this moment. Imperfections face away when I'm in full service, when I'm so hot and horny and I'm privileged to worship this walking god of lust and manliness. I stroke my cheek against the side of his cock and I can feel it finish hardening. He's staring down at me and he knows exactly what I'm thinking because I've voiced it to him so many times at this point he can just read my mind. It makes me blush a little, knowing how slutty I can be like this. But that's another part of the thrill. He makes me feel like this and it's why I keep coming back. I kiss the side of his cock and then the tip, letting it throb against my mouth before I open my muzzle and slide him inside, feeling so natural to me.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Master/Slave – Species

Evane

Rhino Slave

 \tThe alarm overhead sounded out loudly, a long extended BWWOOOO with warning lights signaling for the conveyor to be cleared as the doors hissed open and the cage slowly moved down the line.

 \t"Quite a catch," the fox observed as the conveyor belt stopped before him. "Why is he caged and bound?"

  \tThe cat let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head.

  \t"Well, Sir, this one is a little... feisty," the master game hunter answered, his clothes slightly torn in places upon closer inspection. Mr. Simon raised an eyebrow and turned his attention back to the subject.

 \t"Why is there a manacle on his horn?" he asked. This elicited a loud snort from the subject.

 \t"Ah, we thought it would be funny."

 \tThe fox gave a nod. "And so it is. And the one on his phallus?"

 \tThe cat gave another little nervous laugh. "He was uh, VERY feisty, Sir."

 \tMr. Simon gave a soft 'hmm' and stepped closer, hands set behind his immaculate and very expensive suit. Calculating eyes looked the rhino over. Head to toe, every inch of him was thick, rippling muscle. He resembled more a living rock than an animal, truth told. Except for the eyes. His eyes smoldered. He stared Mr. Simon back and the fox, for a brief moment, felt the shock of fear run up his spine. It was quickly replaced by a sly smirk.

 \t"I like feisty. He will be fun to break." One paw reached through the bars, down between the subject's legs, and wrapped around the long, grey stalk manacled in the middle. The rhino snarled in his muzzle and lurched forward, the chains all snapping at once to keep him in place. The metal creaked in protest but held and the fox merely fondled the dribbling tool. One finger delicately wiped the tip and brought it to his lips, tongue flicking out once. He gave another 'hmm'.

 \t"Take him to the training room. Heavy sedation. And post a couple more guards," the fox said as he looked into the rhino's eyes once more, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his muzzle.

 \t"Yes Sir," the cat snapped to attention, giving a salute.

SiriusDog

Bull Slave

 \tThe dungeon was a little cold tonight, he could feel the skin under his fur starting to prickle in goosebumps as he waited. Or maybe it was just nerves? He couldn't tell how long he had been waiting, you lost track of time easily when you were gagged and blindfolded. All he could hear was the soft clink of the chains as he shifted slightly here and there in the sling.

 \tHe waited.

 \tAnd waited.

 \tIt was, however, really only a couple minutes.

 \tThen the door opened. He heard the click of the doorknob and the telltale creak of the steps as Master came back down.

 \t"Sorry about that, forgot I left this up in the bedroom," he said, not thinking that Marvin couldn't actually see what 'this' was. The creak of the steps turned to the soft clop of the wolf's boots against the basement's cement floor before it was muffled by the thick padding they had laid down for the playroom floor. Marvin offered a muffled "mmphmmph" to show he was listening.

 \t"Now, back to business. Aw, you got soft," Master noted, reached down to squeeze his dangling endowment. He moaned into the gag, then yelped as the wolf's hand came up then slapped back down. "Bad cow," he said, giving a few more light smacks making the fat cock flop left and right. He groaned and squirmed in answer, trying to make his muffled groans apologetic. His cock, however, stiffened back up right away, more so when a single claw reached down and circled his exposed asshole.

 \t"Mmm!" he whined. His legs were held up in the air, cuffed to the chains suspending the sling from the ceiling. The finger circled round and round his pucker before sliding in. His lubed hole swallowed the digit easily, eagerly even, and he gave a light grunt when it hilted into him up to the knuckle. It slid in and out a few times, then another joined in.

 \t"Aw, all ready for your surprise. Well, here it is," the wolf gave a little chuckle as he laid something over Marvin's groin. It was heavy, and thick, and settled right alongside his half hard cock. Master's free hand stroked over his balls slowly. "I know you can't see it, so I'm just going to spoil it for you. It's... you." His ears perked up. "Yes, you remember when I got you in plaster? Well, it came back from the shop."

 \tAs he spoke his fingers never stopped sliding in and out of Marvin's hole. The bull gave a low groan, another, louder one as the replica of his own cock was lifted off his lap. The fingers slid out and the hefty toy was aimed at his exposed hole.

 \t"Ready?" Master asked, and though he could not see, Marvin could feel the wolf's grin.

Suule

Hyena Master

 \t"Alright bitches, line up!" he cried out as he smacked the riding crop audibly into the palm of his leather glove. The five of them, as one, jumped at attention and stood shoulder to shoulder, backs straight, arms down, eyes straightforward, each and every one of them standing at attention down below. He smiled.

 \t"What good boys I have," he growled as he marched in front of them, the shiny lyrca wrapping his legs squeaking slightly with every step. *wap* *wap* *wap* went the crop in his palm again and again and all five of them trembled at the noise. They were very familiar with it; it had struck just about every part of them at one time or another. He smiled and stopped at the end, before the fox, which took in a sharp breath and stood up just a little straighter. He brought the weighted end of the crop down and stroked up one side, then down the other, of the vulpine's cock. It throbbed helplessly and even dribbled a little. He grinned and wiped the tip with the end of the crop and brought it to the fox's lips. Without hesitation the long pink tongue flicked against it to clean over and around it.

 \t"Very good boy," he almost purred, stroking the crop along his pet’s jaw line. The fox's eyes rolled up and he let out a little moan, offering a shaky 'th-thank you Master'. He smiled back at the fox and stepped back to look from muzzle to muzzle and cock to cock. They were afraid of him, but so turned on at the same time. It warmed his heart. His stubby tail wagged a little and he spread his legs, smacking the crop down at his thigh.

 \tAs one they all dropped down to their knees, no hesitation, with their arms going up to their chests in the classic begging pose. He grinned. How could you not love that? His free hand reached down and stroked his own raging dick, squeezing the fat shaft and stroking over it. The soft, squeaky glove felt so damn good on it. He turned to his side, arching his back and pressing his ass out.

 \t"Which one of you bitches wants to kiss my ass?" he growled.

PascalFarFul

Rat Master

 \t"Hm, what about this one? I think it'd look very cute on you." He held up the pair of short-shorts in both paws. The wolf blushed fiercely.

 \t"Uh, I, uh, y-yes Sir, if they fit," he stammered. He couldn't help but continue looking back and forth. There he was, right in the middle of a department store, picking out clothes with his Master. Clothes he would, in fact, be wearing later for Master. He felt like everyone was watching him, every eye was on him; they all knew what they were doing.

 \tThat wasn't the case of course, but it didn't make him any less nervous. This would be Rodney's first outing with Master, at least, as officially a Master and Slave couple. They had kept public play to a minimum; really, the whole relationship was something on the down low for the wolf. He had almost said 'no' to going shopping but then...

 \tHe yelped as that familiar sensation snaked up the inside of his leg. He bit his lip, ears splaying back, biting back the 'no no no no' that wanted to come out of his mouth as the rat's tail slid up the leg of his cargo shorts and curled around his exposed sheath and balls. Since he and Master had started going out he wasn't allowed underwear, except when explicitly ordered. He found out why soon after. The long, nimble tail probed up his leg and then around his balls, gently wrapping around them. He whimpered, even as the rat continued nonchalantly picking through clothes.

 \t"Oh, this tank top would look good on you. Highlight those big muscles," Master said, holding the small, black tank top up, grinning as he met Rodney's eyes and gave his balls a light squeeze. The wolf couldn't help but whimper lowly and curl his toes. He nodded, stepping up a little closer, trying to keep the tail less obvious to anyone passing by. They were in the middle of the clothing department and fairly obscured, but still, he was nervous. What if security thought they were trying to smuggle something? He bit back a louder moan as the long tail gave him a gentle tug. He nodded at the tank top and with a casual toss it went into the basket.

 \tMaster sidled up closer, pressing in until Rodney could smell the rat's leather jacket and familiar scent. That tail coiled higher and higher into his shorts, almost bulging the front out obscenely as it wrapped his genitals. He whined lowly, face and ears red with embarrassment.

 \t"Wait until I get you in the dressing room," he whispered in Rodney's ear.

Hawkwolf

Maned Wolf Master

 \t"Ahh fuuucckkk," the lion groaned below him. The both of them panted heavily as they lay against the couch, the lion on the bottom. The wolf leaned down and nibbled at his ear.

 \t"Love it when you moan like a bitch," he growled out, rocking his hips and prodding the cat's hole with his knot again. The skinny not-quite-canine pulled up, planting both paws on the lion's broad back, and rolled his hips back slowly. The both of them moaned together as the long cock popped free. Eric smiled down and gripped himself at the base before slapping his cock down against the cat's cheeks. Dennis squirmed, his hole gaping and trying to close, cheeks twitching.

 \t"Please," the cat whined.

 \t"Beg harder," the maned wolf growled. His tip pressed in again, gently circling before teasing inside the open hole.

 \t"Fu...fuck me," Dennis gasped, burying his head against one of the pillows. His big arms wrapped around it tightly.

 \t"Harder," Eric growled and thrust once, tapping his knot against the hole. "You know what I want to hear."

 \tThe cat whined, grinding back against the hard, unyielding cock, feeling every inch of it buried inside him up to the fat knot. He bit his lip.

 \t"F-fuck me, Sir, please, fuck me hard," he muttered.

 \tThe wolf grinned and pressed his weight in, the both of them groaning. POP went the knot, POP as it came out again, and the wolf began to vigorously slam against the begging cat.

Graros

Possum Master

 \tMr. Hawkins was not amused. His frown said everything. The possum leaned forward and steepled his fingers.

 \t"If ya'll wanna keep yer job, I suggest, Wrenfield, you go lock ma door." The possum's tone was in no uncertain terms. The bulldog gulped. The two of them stared at one another before the dog broke first, half scrambling out of his chair and hurrying to the door. Hawkins pressed the button on his intercom.

 \t"Sadie, ya'll hold mah calls, this'n is gonna take a while," he drawled. There was a soft crackle, the poor doe still hadn't gotten the hang of the intercom, but it essentially meant 'yes sir'. He stood slowly and quietly unbuttoned his shirt and rolled his sleeves back up to his thick forearms. The bulldog stood before his desk, trembling lightly.

 \t"Drop yer pants," he growled. The dog's eyes widened. He tried to look Mr. Hawkins in the eye but the split second he caught the possum's gaze he decided better, his head bowing down as he started to undo his pants. He didn't even bother to ask about his underwear, they came down with his slacks, revealing his stubby tail and bare bottom. The dog wasn't fit but hadn't put on a lot of pounds, just the slight bump of a gut ready to form up front.

 \tThe possum pulled a long wooden paddle out of his desk drawer before smacking it into one palm. He looked sternly at the dog, who glanced up at his face and then down at the paddle. He whimpered quietly and bent toward the desk, putting his paws to the edge.

 \t"Now, I hear ya'll saying anything bout my company bein full of southern yokels, ya'll are getting tossed out on yer ear. Now count," the possum scolded as swung the paddle up high.

 \t"ONE!" the dog barked as the wood smacked down across his bare cheeks.

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Koren-FireSpirit

Dire Wolf Master

 \tI felt his presence before I ever saw him. The loud thud of his footfalls, the strong, heady scent that lead him, the air itself seemed to tremble before he entered the room. He came in still dressed in his battle gear with the great sword still strapped to his back. His white fur was muddied and bloodied, though likely little of it his, but for the most part he looked in good condition. Eyes of ice stared out from the snowfield of his face, great teeth like sabers showing as he licked his chops at me.

 \tHe began to undress. The great sword came first, set with explicit care on the wide oak table that dominated the open side of the room. Leather and chainmail were unceremoniously dropped to the floor; the servants would tend to the mess later. I watched quietly, my hands still bound behind my back with the simple strap around my muzzle keeping me mute. The great pillow I rested on was soft and plush, likely filled with goose down. I had little doubt the feathers had not come from a feral bird.

 \tHe glanced down at me as he stepped free of his gear; he was stripped down to nothing more than an impressive leather codpiece. His thick, plush fur did little to hide the size of his muscles. The wolf was simply massive, top to bottom. He licked his chops again and for a moment I was unsure whether I was intended as a toy or a treat for the beast. I trembled for him and he smiled widely. As a prisoner I was afforded some protections, but it would be easy to simply say I was yet another casualty, one whose body would never be found. One of his paws descended and a great claw brushed along my cheek before the meaty fingers cradled my jaw and pulled my muzzle up. I stared into the ice blue of his eyes once more.

 \t"You are mine," came the rumble. My tail tucked itself low between my legs and I had never, ever, felt so small as I did with the great beast towering over me. I nodded and he smiled once more, though even that was full of teeth. He stood back up and I watched as he undid the codpiece, the soft smack of it hitting the floor sounded like a hammer fall. "Mine," he said once more.

ChainsCoyote

Sloth Master

 \tThere are some things you don't really notice about a species until you get really up close and personal with them. Ronald had quickly realized this as the sloth smiled congenially at him, snapping the straps on him, tightening them, flashing his long, curved claws yet always so delicate and dexterous with them; but they were so big! He whimpered slightly, which the sloth took as discomfort with the straps and readjusted them.

 \t"There, all comfy?" he said, giving the mouse a little scritch on the chin. Ronald gave a muffled yes and a nod, actually quite comfortable despite being suspended from the ceiling at several points. The leather felt good against his body, tight as it was, and he was stiff against the codpiece Jared had put on him. The sloth stepped back, himself decked in chaps and a vest, and fondled his claws over his own codpiece. He grinned at the mouse looking him up and down. When they had agreed to play he honestly hadn't expected his friend to have so much gear; or to have such amazing abs. The thick, shaggy fur really hid the male's muscles until he moved this way or that.

 \t"Good," the sloth grinned, spreading his legs wide. One thick, sharp claw hooked into the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Ronald stared. He hadn't seen Jared's cock yet. He wasn't sure what to expect, quite honestly. Which made it all the more surprising when the soft tube flopped out of the codpiece, hanging down the same way the sloth's arms were prone to do on occasion. The mouse's eyes went wide. It had to be thick as his wrist and reached almost to the sloth's knees.

 \tAnd it wasn't even hard yet.

Seht

White Malamute Slave

 \tHe was on his knees with his forehead to the floor as the door creaked open. He heard rather than saw Master's feet step past the threshold and the door slowly close behind him. He walked past and there was the sound of bags being set down, then the telltale thump of Master sitting into the recliner. The big fluffy white dog crawled forward on all fours and stood obediently in front of the chair.

 \t"Good boy," the big bear murmured and gently set his boots onto the mute's back. Master gave a soft sigh and leaned back into the chair, pressing his legs down onto the proffered back. The TV flicked on and for a few quiet moments they sat like that with the weather channel describing the coming rain for the weekend.

 \tThe boots came off with a couple of soft thuds as they hit the carpet beside him. The socks came next, Master just shifting his feet to peel them off and let them drop on top of the boots. The bare paws settled onto his back once more.

 \t"Plugged?" he rumbled. The dog nodded. One paw slipped off of his back and reached down, pressing under the dog's belly, probing carefully back and forth before it rubbed up against his erection. He couldn't help but moan and hang his head. The warm, slightly moist foot stroked against the side of his dick but he made every effort not to hump. He was a good boy. Good boys stood still until they were told otherwise. A toe traced over his hanging nuts before the foot came out from under him and lazily rubbed at one ass cheek. He moaned again as Master found the base of the plug and nudged it around. The toy shifted, slightly, inside him and made him shudder.

 \t"Very good boy," came the praise. He was allowed to wag, so he did. His big curly white tail flicked up. It was good to please Master. He moaned happily as the broad paw teased up and down his crack, tapping the toy again and again. He was a very good boy.

Smounged1989

Lion Master

 \tHis paws cradle the back of your head, not gripping but not letting go either. He pulls you forward and grinds your muzzle into his gut. The golden fur is soft, warm, and clean, nothing but his natural scent filling your nose. The muscles beneath are thick but firm, strength hidden in the softness. He presses you in, grinding gently, and strokes up the back of your head, running his fingers along your ears. A careful brush through your hair and his fingers settle on your shoulders, pressing down and guiding you lower. He presses your snout into the big bush of his pubes, your chin pressing just above the base of his sheath.

 \t"Stroke it," he growls above. You bring your paws up and don't hesitate to wrap around his sheath. It hangs down heavy and low over his balls, filling the moment you touch it. It’s half hard by the time you squeeze it and it begins to peel back, showing the bulbous plum colored tip. One paw settles between your ears again, stroking slowly back and forth, his golden eyes staring down at you as he gets fully hard in your grip. It throbs eagerly, the fat mushroom swelling up and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The wide slit up front readily drools against your palm, making the whole rod glisten as you stroke over it again and again. He rolls his hips to pump in time with your paws but for the most part he stands there and watches you service him.

 \tYou gasp when something taps your balls. You glance down to see the tufted end of his tail lightly batting about between your legs, tapping under your balls and tickling your own hard-on. Before you can react the hand on your head presses you forward until the bloated tip is drooling against your lips.

 \t"Kiss it."

Pyrostinger

Fox Master

 \tThis was wrong. He shouldn't be here. He felt so out of place. The thoughts kept bouncing back and forth in his head as he sat at the bar, nursing his second drink for the night and hoping it might give him some modicum of courage. The back of his mind tingled pleasantly in a mild buzz but it made him no braver. He huddled closer to the bar, keeping his head down as the music blasted around him and listening to the dozens of voices all around him, the sound of bodies on the dance floor.

 \t"Hey cutie." He bolted up right. The fox appeared at his shoulder, wearing a biker cap and a wide smile. "Yes, you."

 \t"Oh uh, h-hello," he stammered. His heart pounded in his ears as the fox spun him gently in the bar seat, almost touching nose to nose as he leaned in close. Shiny black rubber glistened in the flickering lights and clung to the fox's chest, disappearing down the short-shorts barely leaving anything to the imagination. "Dance?"

 \tIt took a moment for the word to register. He stared dumbly, forgetting his drink completely, and gave a slight nod. Paws in fingerless gloves grabbed his and with a giggle he was pulled up and into the mass of bodies on the dance floor. Bodies rose up on either side, passed in front of, behind, all around, as they went deep into the menagerie. Everything bounced and swayed to the beat and he was afraid he'd get lost, but those paws never left his. They stopped and without warning the fox was grinding up against him, growling lowly in his ear.

 \tI don't know what I'm doing, he thought. I have no idea and I'm going to screw up and... The thought was cut off as that warm body slid up against him again, the fox's slender back pressing to his chest, fingers stroking along his hips with that bushy tail tapping his side. One paw reached up and cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer, another growl in his ear as he was pressed to the crook of the fox's neck. He shivered. "Ah," was all he could mutter, pressed into that lithe, tight body. The fox turned, arms hooking round his shoulders, bumping nose to nose, smiling wide. Everything around them fell away, the bodies, the lights, the music.

 \t"Be mine for the night?" The fox’s voice voice was silky and husky at once, his body so warm. He couldn't help but nod, his paws shakily reaching up to brush the rubber clad sides.

 \t"Y-yes," he said. He never saw where it came from, but felt the fox sliding the collar around his neck. It hung loosely, enough for the fox to hook a finger into it and pull him deeper into the crowd.

Star_Ringer

Unicorn Master

\tHe sat back in his throne, a smile on his lips. But no eye in the room would meet his, not when he was at full mast. The equine's cock rose out of his pearly lap as a great fleshy tower. It throbbed in time with the horse's heartbeat and one hand lazily brushed up and down it, dipping down occasionally to give a light caress to his heavy alabaster orbs hanging below.

 \t"Approach," he boomed, his baritone echoing in the great hall. The guards dragged the wolf forward, due to his chains more than any unwillingness. But he could see the defiant shine in his eyes, the telltale sneer around the gag. That would change soon enough. He squeezed his naked member and gave a small nod to the guards. They released him and the wolf was sent sprawling to his knees. Chains clanked as he struggled upright, able to get to his knees but little more than that without further aid.

 \tThe Shining Lord stood, his endowment hanging down and dribbling openly onto the steps leading up to his throne. He smiled widely and slowly clopped down, making his cock swing with every step. He stood before the prisoner and smiled down at him, a head and a half taller than all of them, two if you included the horn. The great horse gave a snort as he reached down and stroked himself openly. The wolf stared at the throbbing length with eyes wide.

 \t"Don't resist. It will be so much easier for you," the great unicorn rumbled. Another nod to the guards and they bent forward, armor clanking, to grab the wolf's shoulders. He tried to snarl, tried to struggle but a hand gripped the back of his nape and yanked him upright. The Shining Lord stepped closer until his long, thick cock pressed to the wolf's forehead. A gentle roll of his hips smeared the soft grey fur with sticky, slick pre. Immediately the struggles stopped.

 \tThe Shining Lord smiled down at his new subject as love and admiration, and a deep lust, burned up at him from the wolf's eyes.

ZekeSilverWind

Elephant Slave

The lock clicked. The dean smiled at him over his shoulder and turned, striding to the windows before he began to close the blinds, then the drapes.

 \t"Good evening, Mr. Wilson," he greeted as he went window to window, turning the room darker by turns. The pachyderm smiled politely as he finished up his paperwork for the day, squaring it up and setting it carefully into his outbox. He watched the fox's bottlebrush tail flick happily back and forth until the last drape was closed and darkness ruled the room.

Clap-clap. The overhead lights came on and the fox's business suit was gone. He grinned, claws tracing over the leather x-harness criss-crossing his chest now. His clothes sat in a small pile. He was getting a lot quicker with it.

\t"Mr. Wilson." The fox's voice was low, almost growling, as he smiled down at the elephant. "Are you... prepared?"

\tThe bursar gently pushed away from his desk and stood up, coming around to stand before the, much shorter, fox. Thick fingers reached up and began to undo button by button until he could pull his shirt open, revealing the matching harness underneath. The fox's smile grew wider and he crossed his arms, giving a slight nod to continue. Wilson peeled the black suit jacket off, followed by the white undershirt, revealing the harness and the black leather straps wrapping his biceps. His belt came next, then off with his pants, a leather speedo bulging with his girth beneath. Quietly he turned, opening a drawer and pulling out his collar, but not before the Dean took the opportunity to reach out and land a firm SMACK across the elephant's presented ass. Wilson yelped happily and then slid the collar on, turning back and kneeling down before the fox.

\t"Shall we?" the Dean growled. The big pachyderm nodded before bending forward to all fours, bowing down to the fox's boot.

Roureem

Raccoon Slave

\t"And next up, this strapping young raccoon!" the barker called and waved his cane, motioning for Gaspar to step up to the stage. He stepped out toward the crowd and tried not to grimace as dozens of eyes roved all over his body. He could hide nothing. He was meat. Meat for sale, at that. He stepped toward the edge with his head held up and as passive an expression as he could muster. He wore nothing more than the collar they had given him. The barker snapped commands; turn left, turn right, lift that tail, bend forward. SMACK! The cane came across his ass and made him jump up straight.

\t"Whaddya say folks! You want to see him WORK IT?" the bear called out. The roar from the crowd was deafening yet he still goaded them on with a "What was that? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" The crowd cried out louder still and a pair of assistants carried a bench up to the stage, a series of progressively larger dildos affixed to it. Gaspar's ears splayed back. They wouldn't. He looked at the barker and the bruin only smiled widely at him, still working the crowd. One assistant appeared behind the raccoon and pressed something under his tail. He gasped but only jumped a little, the lube cold as it was injected right up him. They were very practiced at this.

\t"Sit boy!" the bear roared. Gaspar looked at the bench and up at the crowd, the dozens of eyes gleaming with hunger; they wanted to be entertained, they wanted to see him humiliated, they wanted to see his obedience. He growled lowly to himself and straddled the bench, starting at the smallest toy. He closed his eyes as he sat, the black rubber nub barely bigger than his thickest digit. It slipped in easily and he gave a fake moan, rolling his hips, and pretending to bounce on it. His ears burned as he blushed and the crowd roared for more. But maybe it would fetch him a good price from a wealthy buyer. He didn't hesitate to stand up off of the toy, leaving it slick with lube, and straddle the next one. This one was bigger, a couple fingers wide, but not a challenge. He eyed the two ahead of him; the big black toys swayed gently as he bounced on the current one.

\t"Look at him go! Do I hear a thousand creds? Two thousand! I see a three! Come on folks, look at him go!" the bear growled, cane swinging. Gaspar growled himself, the noise lost amid the roar and cries. He stood slowly and pressed down on the next toy, biting his lip. This was going to get rough.

Brickly

Orc Master

\tGrok checked himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but give himself a tusky grin. He looked so damn good tonight. He gave a little growl and let his fingers rove over his chest and along the edge of the shiny, black leather vest. The gear was all new and it all fit like a glove as if it were molded to his green flesh. He spread his legs wide, boots thumping satisfyingly into the carpet.\tHe pulled the vest aside to stroke along his pecs, thick fingers pinching at pierced nipples, rolling and tugging them between his thumbs and forefingers. He gave a low grunt at himself, the dark green nubs perking up instantly until the rings dangled in the open air. One hand stroked over the rigid six pack of his stomach and traced through the dark treasure trail.

 \tThe big orc pinched one nipple again and let out a low, guttural growl as he fingered over the carefully trimmed pubes. His soft cock hung below, lying over his fat green balls like a sleeping python with the thick prince albert in the end giving it added weight. One thick finger traced down his inner thighs as he felt over the edges of his chaps. A light tug to his meat and he pulled it up, checking out his heavy nuts. They looked so good set between the black leather of his chaps. Grok turned, looking over his shoulder. His emerald ass greeted him, cupped by the fresh leather. He could already feel all the tusks of the eager sluts brushing against his cheeks. He flexed once and then gave himself a smack.

\tHe was ready. Wait til they got a load of me, he thought with a chuckle. Course, he also thought, he'd be the one pumping a few loads. He reached over and pulled the codpiece on. It zipped on separately and left little to the imagination, though his half hard cock helped with that. He rolled his hips, making the black bulge bounce. Well, even soft it'd give a good impression. He snapped up his com from the counter and stuck it in his ear.

\t"Ey, you ready for the club?" he growled into it. There was some static and then a low grumbled 'oi' replied. Grok grinned and gave himself one last look in the mirror. Tonight would be good.

Lapinbeau

Horse Master

 \tHe took his time. He didn't have to, he could go as fast or slow as he wanted; they had all night after all. But he liked to make him watch. The rabbit squirmed uselessly against the pommel horse he was strapped to, making little whimpers as the horse slowly undressed before him. He smiled widely at the little sub as he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing the X-harness underneath. He trailed his fingers over his pecs and along the ridges of his abs, watching the rabbit's eyes follow along. He squeezed his crotch, the denim bulging obscenely with himself, and slowly drew the zipper down.

\tThere was a muffled moan from the rabbit's hood as Master's fullness came into view. It flopped out the moment the zipper set it free; the open air always felt nice on it and the fleshy stalk began to pulse to life. He put his hands to his hips and swayed back and forth, watching his slave's eyes glued to it as it swung lightly through the air and started to rise up under its own power. The button snapped open and the equine peeled the jeans down over his thick chestnut legs. Like the shirt they were piled to the side, though he retrieved a leather speedo as he did, pulling it up until his heavy nuts were tucked just inside, his long, thick shaft hanging free. The horse took it up in one paw and stroked it slowly, stepping closer to the bound bunny.

\t"I know how bad you want it," he said, tapping the fat, blunt tip on the hood's nose. There was another whimper, which turned into a high squeal as the big horse leaned over the rabbit's frame and squeezed his ass. The broad hands kneaded around, thumbs tickling across the fluffy leaf shaped tail, and spread the mounds wide as his cock ground against the black leather hood. \t"Tonight you're going to fit the whole thing," the horse explained, both hands raising up before smacking down on the rabbit's ass with a loud *SLAP*. A muffled moan was the only response, the little leaf tail flicking up.

Rekkonin

Alligator Master

\tOh gods, what was I getting into? The thought kept echoing in my head as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me up against his body. We were all sitting around the table, me, him, and my two friends that had convinced me to come. I tried to stare daggers at them but it was hard to keep any serious expression as the big gator guffawed, slapped my back, and repeatedly hugged me up against him.

\t"Now, you boys didn't tell me he was so damn cute! And especially the get up you got him in, it's just darling!" he crowed. I blushed furiously and again, wanted to leap across the table and strangle Jim and Chris. They had convinced me to get into a vest and chaps and a really, really skimpy G-string to leave my ass out. I admit, when I first got to the club it was kind of flattering having so many guys checking me out. But now I was just feeling self conscious and I had this big gator I didn't know grinding up on me. He seemed nice at least, if a little loud. He grinned to the mouse and rabbit. "Well he's all taken care of, what are you two going to do for some tail?"

\tJim flushed. The tall, slim hare played with the straw in his drink and smiled, even as his glasses slipped down his snout a little. Chris grinned and scooted up against the rabbit. They made an odd pair, the tall rabbit and the fat little mouse. You'd think they were a couple if you didn't know they were just roommates that casually banged.

\t"We were just gonna watch," the rodent squeaked. Jim had the decency to look away, a little embarrassed. He was actually quite the sex fiend but couldn't show it as flagrantly in front of people he actually knew. This sent the gator laughing even harder. He squeezed me up against him and, while he was kind of chubby, I could feel the thick muscles underneath and the distinct feeling he was not crushing me as hard as he could have if he wanted to. He leaned in and growled softly in my ear.

\t"Would you like that? Do you want to let your friends watch as I ravage you end to end, making you suck my cock then bouncing you in my lap like a rag doll? You wanna show the bar how bad you want to get your ass pounded?" he said in low, husky tones. My eyes went wide and I knew the pair across couldn't have heard him, it was just for my ears and it made them blush. My face went hot and I had a hard time swallowing. His long, flat muzzle was cocked toward me, one eye staring into me. I gave a little nod. His smile perked up into a grin and one scaly hand went down to grab my exposed ass and knead one cheek. He continued in that low, dominating growl "Good boy, now get under the table and unzip me."

Bluedude

Skunk Master

\t"Deep into my eyes, deeper, deeper, just listen to my voice and stare deep into my eyes," the skunk repeated again and again in his soft, lulling voice. The bear stared until his eyes began to glaze over, his ears splaying back. He smiled dumbly as his head started to sway ever so slightly.

\t"That's it. Just listen and look, listen and look," the skunk purred. "You're going to obey everything I do. Every little thing I say is your fondest desire. Just listen to the sound of my voice and watch my eyes." He repeated this a few times, the bear nodding to every other word. The skunk leaned up and waved a paw slowly back and forth in front of his eyes. No reaction. He probably could have pushed a finger to the big brute's chest and tipped him over like any feral bovine.

\t"There. And that class is... oh. Oh dear." He had to chuckle to himself as he turned to the rest of his students. The demonstration had gone a little too well it seemed. Two dozen eyes stared at him vacantly, every body upright in their desks and focused intently on him. He gave himself a little grin "Didn't even need the eyes, just the voice."

\tSo many options now. Who to choose, who to choose. He pondered quietly to himself and tapped his chin with a finger. Well, he thought, turning to Mr. Daniel, the 'example' student. The big bear still smiled dumbly waiting for a command.

\t"Strip your clothes off Mr. Daniel," he ordered, starting to unbutton his own shirt. He snapped his fingers and pointed to two of the closest students, a lion and a badger. "Mr. Smith, Mr. Rook, rise, come here, and strip as well." By the time he was naked the three of them were presented before him, all three shapely and built. He believed at least two of them played on one of the sports teams, though he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to which. They looked nice though and he started to stroke himself idly.

\t"Now boys, let's have a nice demonstration for the rest of the class. Kneel." A snap of his fingers and all three dropped to their knees, vacantly smiling up at him as he stroked himself to hardness. "Good boys."

Tzisorey

Dragon Slave

\t"HOW DARE YOU, I AM LORD RAGNEMERE'S..." but the words were bitten off as the fox waved his hand and the dragon's maw snapped shut. He rounded on the golden dragon, green eyes staring the big creature down.

\t"You are NOTHING now. Not a prince, not a lord, not a knight, not even a squire!" he growled, punctuating every word with a sharp slash through the air with his fingers, every swipe tearing another trinket or piece of cloth from the dragon's body. Golden eyes went wide and great claws rose up to strike the fox. The mage snapped his fingers and those massive claws shut close into balled fists. Another snap and the former princeling dropped to his knees, bringing him almost to head height with the little red fox.

\t"You have disgraced this kingdom for the last time you arrogant whelp," the fox snarled into his face, flecks of spittle striking his muzzle. "You have lost the right to your name, your lands, your inheritance!" Another snarl and with one broad sweep of his arms the dragon was rendered completely nude, the fine tailored silks shredding, the golden bangles and jeweled rings scattering to the floor. His eyes went wide, sounds of protest from his throat trying to reach his lips. The mage panted hotly, still staring him down, and turned suddenly from him.

\t"You have lost everything. You may have lost us everything. Your father still tries desperately to bargain with the council," he sighed. The anger drained from him but his spells still held. "You. You, however, are now my responsibility." He turned and stabbed another finger at the air, electric strands of power springing from his claw to wrap around the dragon's body. "No, not responsibility. My property. Your brother will gain everything you have and were. Even your name."

\tUnbridled rage rose to the dragon's face. His muscles tensed, his grand golden body tried to surge forward, to pounce, to rip the useless little mammal limb from limb. The lines around his body sparked and shimmered as they continued to wrap his scaled limbs, etching runes across his perfect scales as they went.

\t"And if you are everything I know, we may need to take your mind as well," the mage said with cold finality, watching him struggle against the wards now holding him still. He snarled and shook but the spells held. The fox's eyes narrowed and he reached a paw up, setting it to his chest. "For now, we will simply channel it." The blunt claws dug gently into the broad, chiseled chest, and the spidery words of magic began to roll off the fox's tongue, familiar and alien all at once. Tendrils of power wove into him and the last snarl died in his chest as the anger faded away and blossomed into warmth that spread through his body.

\t"What did you do?" one of the guards asked, watching incredulously. The mage stepped away from his captive and they watched as the spell worked its way over the dragon. He shuddered and took one great breath as his sheath swelled and his testicles dropped into view, heavy, round, full, and suddenly aching for release.

\t"Mind magic is very difficult; it's easiest to alter a mood into something similar. His passion for violence has been turned to... well, passion." And indeed the rage that filled the former prince's mind dissolved into a gooey lust. He stared at the mage who moments ago he would have very much enjoyed tearing down to the last meaty iota and now wanted to pull him into the sheets. He groaned as he throbbed openly.

\t"Bring the chains," the fox ordered. "And for gods sake, don't bend over near him."

RyuDragnier

Sergal Slave

\t"Wow, I've never seen one in person," came a voice from the nearby doorway. Riger lifted his head up, as much as the chains allowed, with his wide, furry ears perking up.

\t"I know, right? Picked him up in the bar of all places. Ha, he's been here three days already, he's absolutely insatiable," came the voice of his new Master, who so far went by 'Icer' though Riger was fairly certain it was a nickname. He could hear the door shut and at least two bodies walked near him.

\t"Nice! A custom hood? Simon really cranked this out for you eh?" A hand stroked over the hood covering his head, tracing around the holes for his ears, then along the pointed end of his snout. Icer, a rather large leopard, gave a soft chuckle.

\t"You think that's nice, check this out," the cat said as he walked around to Riger's behind. The chains rattled quietly as he spread the sergal's legs a little wider then reached between then. Riger couldn't help a low, throaty groan as the long plug in his ass shifted and slurped out from under the tail.

\t"Damn, he took that already?!" the stranger gasped. The two of them chuckled and then Riger groaned again as the toy pressed back inside him and slid up.

\t"Yeah, he's a real slut for it, loves having his hole stuffed and played with. I was thinking we could get Bruno over here later, really work this hole hard," a light smack hit his ass and he groaned again, squeezing up on the plug and making it grind against his prostate.

\t"Whoa, these guys really leak a lot," the stranger commented, before a paw reached under to grip and stroke his aching maleness. He whined, toes curling, whining even louder as the stranger started rock him, swinging slowly back and forth as the chains kept him suspended from the ceiling.

\t"Not too much, he hasn't been touched there in a few days. Everything you see on the floor was milked out of him." Riger blushed. He didn't know what lay below him but he suspected it was a sizeable puddle at this point.

LupercusWhitewolf

Jaguar Slave

\tThe Splendid King sat back against the great stone throne and smiled to the assemblage.

\t"Some entertainment, perhaps?" the great feathered serpent smiled and gave a sharp clap. The chatter in the room died and all eyes turned toward the great doors as they groaned on their massive hinges. The king's entertainers approached, a long line of creatures great and small, all of them wearing the same bejeweled collar and nothing else. In the lead was a tall, slender jaguar. The king's favorite. They stopped before the grand dais and as one bowed at the waist to the Splendid King.

\t"A dance," the king hissed. As one the servants nodded quietly and all but the lithe cat stepped aside. The jaguar stepped nimbly forward and bowed low, then raised one leg back and balanced on just one foot as he dipped lower and lower until the point of his toes aimed to the ceiling and he could touch the floor with his paws. Many attendees gasped and then cheered as the cat broke forward into a roll along the ground, reaching the great steps that lead to the lordly serpent. He sprang upward, catching himself in a crouch on the lowest step. His eyes glittered and he offered a smile to the king before springing backward, almost hanging in the air as he flipped away. The long, slim body whipped through the air as he landed on his paws, flipped again and again and again until he was halfway down the red carpet that stretched from the doors to the dais. He landed with a flourish, leg sweeping out as he spun and sank on his other leg until he forehead almost touch the floor in a mock bow with his legs split wide apart.

\t"Most excellent," the king hissed again, then smiled wider. "Now, how about the dance of the curious snake?" a low, rumbling chuckle emerged from the serpent's throat and many in the audience gasped, eyes wide. The cat looked up, eyes in shock as well, before giving an affirmative nod. He had no choice. Attendants broke from the crowd, emerging from a side hall carrying the small table. The curious snake bobbed in the air as it was carried before it wobbled before the crowd. More gasped. The snake was, in fact, not a snake at all but a rubber phallus, the features of a serpent's head cut into the tip. It looked surprised, as did much of the audience.

\tThe dancer rose slowly, his tail flicking nervously back and forth, as all eyes fell upon him. It was known the Splendid King was fond of such contrivances, yet rarely was so open with his slaves and the court. The cat approached the table, bowing to the king once more and then bowing to the snake. He whipped around again, leg flying just over the head of the toy, before he faced the crowd and began to sway his hips, his claws smoothing up and down his front from his chest to his thighs. A low, throaty growl rose from his chest as he put his whole body into it, swaying back and forth, every muscle fluid in motion. Slowly, he eased back, head swaying to and fro, tail flicking in time and brushing back and forth over the snake's tip, before his legs spread wider and the jaguar squatted back.

\tThe barest grunt passed the cat's lips as the curious snake pressed between his smooth, round buttocks. His tail hiked and there was only a moment's resistance as the slave speared himself backward, giving the king a perfect view as it spread his cheeks around it's diamond head and disappeared between them. The Splendid King smiled, great tail flicking idly over the steps of the dais, watching raptly as did the court. The cat bowed his head and moaned, pressing back and driving the snake higher, before he bucked forward, the rubber phallus popping free. \tThe jungle cat spun once more, leg flying high, before he bent forward, the curious serpent pressing into his belly as he arched over it and spread his legs, showing the gaping pink hole beneath his tail. A slight hop and the cat's legs went into the air, scissoring one way, then the other, before he flipped forward onto his feet again.

\tThe cat bowed once more to the king then again swayed back and forth, scooting his feet back across the carpet as his ran his fingers smoothly over his thighs. He reached the snake again, planting one foot to either side of its small table, and reached one paw back to lift it up and arc it back as he squatted again, another soft groan marking its entrance inside him. This time the cat's paws gripped his cheeks and spread them wide, showing the snake's head had gone deep inside. The cat rocked back and forth, spreading his legs wider and wider until his paws went to his knees. The great cat hissed and growled as he began to drive himself onto the toy again and again, firm buttocks bouncing as the black rubber snake disappeared deeper and deeper with every stroke.

\t"That is enough," the king clapped once more.

Shadow_dog_demon

Timber Wolf Slave

\t"Here's your drinks guys," the big wolf set the tray down, a couple chilled beers and even a bowl of pretzels on it. Phil quirked an eyebrow at him but continued playing, offering a quiet 'thanks?' before John just smiled and walked back to his room. They continued playing for a few more minutes before they hit pause and cracked the cans open.

\t"Uh, okay, I gotta ask," the badger started as he sniffed the open can, making sure it wasn't laced with anything. "What the hell is up with John?"

\tAaron gave a laugh before he took a long pull on his beer, scooping up a couple pretzels. "Oh, dude, it's like magic. I mean. I did this thing. And well, you see what I got," he chuckled and stuffed them into his mouth. The horse leaned back into the couch and snacked on a few more pretzels.

\t"You.. did a thing? I don't know if I should ask." Phil leered at the beer one more time before taking a sip, finding it frothy, cold, and quite beer-like. Feeling it was safe enough, he proceeded to take a long pull of his own. Aaron smiled widely.

\t"Oh, I'll just show you." He sat up and snapped his fingers twice. On command, the big timber wolf trotted back out into the living room, smiling amiably but looking off into space at nothing particular. Again the badger quirked an eyebrow. Then Aaron kicked his shoes off and pulled the socks off, making the badger lean away, before he put his feet up onto the nearby foot rest. Another snap of his fingers, pointing down at his bare feet, and the wolf dropped to his knees and gently began to rub them.

\t"The hell? Did you..? Is this... ethical?" the badger asked as he set his beer down to watch the wolf happily work at his task. The horse chuckled a little.

\t"Yeah? Watch this," he smirked and unzipped his fly. Phil scooted back further. He and Aaron had fooled around before, really there'd been a whole month where they'd traded off every weekend fucking each other, but they both knew John was a raging homophobe so it was all kept strictly low key. The wolf, however, didn't react as the horse fished his thick cock out and draped it over the lap of his jeans.

\t"Dude. What did you do?" he asked again. Instead of answering the horse snapped his fingers again and pointed at his dick. John's smile went broader and he crawled forward until his paws were sliding up the horse's firm thighs and his muzzle was planting kisses over the limp shaft. Phil watched in complete shock. Aaron settled back and let his head rest against the couch's cushion.

\t"Would you really want him back the way he was?" he asked in answer, letting out a happy groan as the wolf's muzzle opened wide and began to suck his half hard cock. Phil paused, watching John bob up and down his friend's cock, thinking of all the times he'd been wedgied, arm punched, laughed at, and the dozens of shitty practical jokes that the wolf had pulled, to mention nothing of all the times the wolf had angrily growled the words 'faggot' in their presence when talking about some of the pride events on campus.

\t"Yeah fair enough," he said before he began to pull off his own pants, scooting closer to the horse and grinning as John's paw immediately wrapped around his soft shaft.

Ihmissyoudeksi

Bear Slave

\tMarcus groaned deeply into the hood as the two fingers pressed up inside him. He clutched at the bed sheets and spread his legs a little wider, arching his back to press up against the digits.

\t"Ha, good boy, always so eager to be opened up," Master growled lowly as he hilted in to the knuckles. The pink hole was tight and warm to the touch but accepted the wolf's fingers readily. He stroked in and out slowly, spreading the cool lube around and inside the eager hole. His free paw stroked up one cheek to run along the warm, round curve. He chuckled and stroked a thumb across the stubby little tail that wiggled every time his fingers slid all the way in. The bear, for his part, pressed his hooded head against the pillow and moaned into it. After a minute or so Master pulled his fingers free and patted the round rump. "Alright, you know the position."

\tAs the wolf got up from the bed Marcus climbed up onto all fours, then sank his head back down until his chest touched the sheets and left his ass up. The cool air felt amazing on his open hole. He couldn't help but flex his cheeks a few times and reach one paw back to trace around. It always felt so different after being stretched a bit. He pulled his paw back as Master came back to the bed, presenting himself to the wolf.

\t"I never get tired of that bare bear ass," the wolf chuckled before giving it a broad smack with one paw. Marcus jumped and moaned but just wiggled his meaty rump. "I also never get tired of this," he said as he rubbed the tip of the lubed rubber toy up and down the warm valley. The big bear trembled. Inwardly, he couldn't help but chuckle, wondering what the rest of the football team would think seeing him begging to have his ass stuffed. He didn't care though, especially when the dildo's tip rubbed around and around his hole and made his toes curl. Even big guys could be bottoms.

Kurst

Coyote Slave

\tThey brought him before the magistrate.

\t"No, no, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it," he whined and begged over and over. The guards paid him little mind and kept their grips tight, holding him between them even as he struggled. His whines echoed in the big, bare white room. The magistrate stood beside the only window, which took up the eastern wall, looking out across the city as he quietly tapped a claw against a holoscreen. The fox turned and regarded the coyote with quiet disdain and a raised brow. He turned back to the screen and tapped a few more commands. Instantly a half dozen more screens sprung to life before him, all of them streaming the coyote's date.

\t"Mr. Demoge. You were designated a breeder. You knew what would happen if you couldn't perform your role," he tapped another screen "And five times? You must have known this was coming."

\t"No, no please, it's a mistake, I can do it, I know I can do it," he shook his head as he struggled in the guard's grip. The fox gave a bored sigh.

\t"You knew the terms of the contract when you signed it. If you cannot perform, then we will make it so you can." The fox snapped his fingers and the displays all disappeared. He turned to the squat, white desk beside him and pulled a drawer open. He showed the pair of silver discs in his palm before stepping before the coyote.

\t"NO! NO PLEASE! NOT THAT" Mr. Demoge screamed, shaking violently in the guards' grip. The two held the lithe canine easily, both looking quite bored. The magistrate leaned in closer, affixing each disc to a side of the coyote's head. He stepped back.

\t"Mr. Demoge, as you were unable to perform services as rendered, your body is forfeit. It is now the property of the company for the duration of your contract. Until such time as expires, your mind will be stored in the company's virtual cloud, to be returned when the contract is complete. Good bye Mr. Demoge."

\tA snap of the magistrate's fingers and the coyote's last scream died on his lips as the silver discs lit up. He froze, not a single muscle twitching, but his eyes held wide as his mind wiped away thought by thought with every tick of the clock. It only took 15 before the discs gave a gentle 'ping'.

\t"You can release him now," the magistrate told them as he peeled the discs from his temples, making sure they were uploading to the cloud. Mr. Demoge stood stock still as the guards took their paws off of him. "Strip him though. Drones don't need clothes." They peeled the shirt and pants methodically from the coyote, though the jackal paused as the coyote's oversized sheath sprang free. The magistrate quirked his brow again.

\t"Well we can see why he tried to be a breeder. I suppose I can keep him as a pleasure drone." A soft clap of his paws brought up another screen, a flurry of statistics scrolling by. "Well, a male pleasure drone. Seems we're topped up for designated female pleasers. Maybe we can send him to R&D. Those boys are always looking for new toys on their break time. The ones they don't experiment on." He chuckled to himself and pulled a small square patch from his robes, pressing it to the blank coyote's forehead. There was a soft hiss and the scent of burned fur filled the air. When he peeled the patch away a neat barcode was plainly visible.

\t"Take it away." The fox turned back to the window, a couple displays appearing under his paws as he returned to his work. The guards turned, the drone obediently turning to follow.

LouWolfskin

Orca Slave

\tFirst mate Landry knocked at the door.

\t"C'min!" came the captain's loud call. The door creaked open slowly and the rat stepped inside, wincing at the difference between the cold, cloudy night and the hot, bright captain's room. Half a dozen lamps burned in the corners and above his desk. His cot and personal effects took up one wall while the other was full of locked cabinets with books, charts, and the good booze. The big rhino sat back in his seat, naked as the day he was born, with his legs spread wide. His wide hat, with the extravagantly poofy feather, hung beside his head as he laid it back and groaned lowly.

\t"Yes Mister Landy?" he asked, one broad hand reaching down to settle atop the shiny black head in his lap. Over the soft crash and roll of the waves the rat's ears could hear a subtle slurp sound. First Mate Landry drew himself up straight and tall before giving the captain a quick salute.

\t"Lighthouse spotted in the distance capin. Should be into port in under an hour," he reported. The captain gave a nod and a perverted smile. The rat raised an eyebrow. "And uh, what about uh, him, Sir? Our uh, cargo?" He inclined his head to the burly orca with his lips wrapped around the rhino's thick, veiny meat. Captain Antoine gave a loud laugh.

\t"I figure he might fetch a good price on the market. I dunno, whaddya say big guy, how much ya think we can get for ya?" he asked as the orca continued sucking at his member. The creature paused, slowly pulling off of the thick, throbbing tool with a thread of pre stretching from his sleek lips to the fat mushroom tip.

\t"I'd rather stay on as cabin boy," he said, his voice a low, deep rumble. The two of them stared wide eyed.

\t"Wait, you could understand us this whole time?!" the captain bellowed. The orca grinned widely.

\t"Yes. But I enjoyed what you were doing to me," he chuckled and then bowed his head down to take the rhino to the hilt again, making the captain gasp and growl.

Markwulfgar

Red Panda Master / Gorilla Slave

\tLord Redinald giggled to himself as he fell back into the high pile of cushions. The silken cushions felt amazing on his fur and he sprawled out into the mess. A good meal sat in his belly, everything felt so wonderful now. He stroked his paws idly over his jiggly belly as his striped tail thumped the cushions. The red panda closed his eyes and let his fingers slowly brush back and forth over his pert nipples, giving his chubby pecs a light squeeze.

\tHe needed some relief, he considered, stroking back and forth over the sensitive nubs as his maleness grew below. He clapped his hands and called out "SLAVE!" After only a moment's silence the double doors to his chamber opened wide and his favorite pet walked in. The gorilla was tall, thick, and covered head to toe in gold chains and jewels. There was never any mistaking one of Lord Redinald's pets. He had a proper name but the fat little red panda had never really bothered with it. The gorilla was, after all, property. He'd won him in a card game with one of his merchant rivals. The gorilla was his favorite so he was simply 'Slave'.

\t"You called, Master?" Slave asked. The gorilla was well trained and took the proper position, his legs spread to show off his tremendous dick and balls, both adorned in golden rings, with his hands behind his back and his chest pressed out. Thick gold rings pierced through Slave's nipples and hung down heavy and low, which just highlighted how big his chest was. His gut was developing nicely too, thick with muscle and an ample helping from Master's rich dinners he always attended, as a taster and eye candy, of course.

\t"Pull it out." The lord smiled widely and twirled a finger through the air. The message need not be elaborated. The big gorilla turned without hesitation, revealing the tight, sculpted backside and his big round cheeks with a large golden ring nestled between them. One great hand reached back and hooked a thick finger through it. There was the softest of grunts before he began to pull and the long, slick toy started to come into view. While it was gold in color it was actually rubber, a feat Redinald still marveled at and had paid his alchemist handsomely for. The toy slurped lewdly from between Slave's cheeks until the full length popped free, leaving his hole nicely gaping. The red panda couldn't help but growl at the sight. He beckoned slave backward with a crooked finger.

\t"Sit," he commanded, reaching down and angling his fat cock upright.

ElysianFields

Tiger Master

\tHow do I describe the feeling of submitting to someone? Of giving yourself wholly to their commands and committing to serving their pleasures? How do I explain that feeling of fulfillment from knowing you've gotten someone off? I guess it's something only another submissive is really going to understand and how hot it is.

\tAll I know is how I feel when I'm on my knees before him. The heat in my face and the throbbing in my groin as I look over him. He's just in boxers today. He stands with his hands at his hips and smiles down at me as the bulge in the front pulses to life. He's taller than me, he's more handsome, even with the slight paunch he's more athletic than I am, and he certainly has a bigger dick than I do. In my mind it all adds up to being a better male but it really cuts down to his attitude: that boyish grin of his when he sees me kneels, the commanding look in his eyes as I slide my mouth over his manhood, the low growl when he commands me to lay on my back.

\tI know how hot it makes me to crawl forward to him and press my face into his crotch. How amazing it feels, the heat on my face and the scent of him. I can feel his heartbeat through the silk fabric of his boxers as his cock throbs and it just makes me moan. My hands slide up his legs and under the shorts to stroke at the fur below as I let my muzzle stroke back and forth across his bulge. He rumbles a long, low purr above me in approval and I let my snout tease along the edge of the slit that would let his cubmaker into the open air.

\tI can't tell you how many times I've sucked him off. It's probably in the hundreds by now. I turn my head and press my nose into the slit, worming my snout into his boxers until I press into his bushy pubes and the base of his dick throbs just beneath my chin. It doesn't matter how many times I've done it because it never stops being hot. I close my eyes and take a few long, deep breaths as I keep stroking over his striped thighs. I pull my head to one side and then back to drag my lips across his dick and let it poke out the front of the boxers. A little tug with my teeth and the boxers slide back to his base, letting him hang out.

\tHe's not the biggest, but he's bigger than me, and he's my Master so it's the biggest dick in the world at this moment. Imperfections face away when I'm in full service, when I'm so hot and horny and I'm privileged to worship this walking god of lust and manliness. I stroke my cheek against the side of his cock and I can feel it finish hardening. He's staring down at me and he knows exactly what I'm thinking because I've voiced it to him so many times at this point he can just read my mind. It makes me blush a little, knowing how slutty I can be like this. But that's another part of the thrill. He makes me feel like this and it's why I keep coming back. I kiss the side of his cock and then the tip, letting it throb against my mouth before I open my muzzle and slide him inside, feeling so natural to me.

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