A fire crackled under a metal grate, as feral chickens were being slaughtered nearby, cleaned of their feathers, and laid on the grate, grilling over the fire to a delicious sear, an anthro fox stood by the grate hollering out to the walking patrons of the market he cooked in, he was surrounded by others grilling, frying, and preparing similar foods. The Market wasn't awfully unique in the items and culinary it had offered, but it was incredibly unique in the fact it was one of only four markets in the entire Kingdom that allowed integrated barter, and that's exactly the variety that made it appealing to the merchants that gathered in it's impressive expanse, two groups of people, two groups of shoppers, the outside politics took a back seat to the joys of trading hard earned shillings for blades, garments, and full bellies. 

It was a particularly busy day however, more so than usual, given the human King Roderick had been in conversations with high ranking Human Merchant's Guild members about forbidding these interspecies marketplaces in favor of fully segregated shopping, citing their reduced tax rates and 'godless animals' as the reasons. Knowing these discussions were in place, the anthros shopped with fervor, knowing their ability to trade would be severely limited if these rules were to pass, the humans would be able to walk right into the public markets of the Kingdom's cities, whereas they would have to set up their own, which would be difficult, as the only thing continuing their own supply lines was the current laws that protected markets like these. Not all the anthrofolk were scared by these impending changes, some were preparing. 

"The moment the criers make the decree, we level their fleshy safe havens to the bloody dirt, hoof, paw and talon alike shall march onto their 'superior' cities, we shall overtake, and dominate, any and all who oppose. Far too long we have bled, the time for retribution grows closer, brothers." Spoke a Muscular Ox, his hair in braids, his hands in fists as he bellowed from a podium at the front of a long tent, filled with seated anthrofolk of various species who cheered his words. They were all armed, not a single body in the tent was free of a sword, knife, or quiver filled with arrows. They were not the same peaceful assembly of anthrofolk seeking equality and freedoms they had usually been, they were preparing for a battle, and preparing well, they had several battalions of soldiers walking silently amongst the integrated markets and towns, the hypocrisy of King Roderick's pitiful reign had boiled over in the minds of the anthrofolk Anti Oppression Guild's leadership, the AAOG sensed that the humans, if left unchecked, would soon throw anthrofolk birds on the grill right alongside the distant, feral cousins they all consumed.

 "We will march on their kingdom city, we will place the pitiful Roderick into chains, we will show the flesh bags the other side of the coin they mint. If they drive this final nail into the coffin, we shall BURY IT!" The Ox yelled, the tent filled with hollers of anger and energy, supporting the leader in their cheers and applause. Outside of the tent, a single human lurked in the shadows, watching and writing onto parchment what he was witnessing, to bring back to the King as soon as he possibly could. While they were preparing for the laws to be announced and arming for a battle against them, they hardly knew, they were providing King Roderick with the exact threats he would use to justify their passing.

"Make up your mind, fleshbag, before I sell it to someone else!" An impatient, older chameleon woman snipped at a blond haired human who was eyeing up a handcrafted bead necklace. "I'll take it…" He replied, tossing her five golden coins, and taking the necklace into his hands, tucking it firmly into his satchel, before leaving the still glaring chameleon, her bulging eyes judgmentally glaring, "These people want equality, but treat us like that…ugh…" The human spoke to himself, as he walked away. Tobias was not a poor human, he had plenty of shillings to work with at any given time, his wheat farm was always in operation and one of the largest in the kingdom, as well as one of the most profitable, he also took pride in the fact his farm was an equal employer, he had humans and anthrofolk alike under his employ.

Although the anthrofolk who toiled in his fields didn't quite see it that way, given the humans usually worked in the breezy main house, signing manifests and writing carrier notes for couriers and feral pigeons, where as they were soaked in sweat, being used for their other species strength and features, the aquatic anthrofolk carrying water for irrigation, and the larger muscular bovines and canines reaping the wheat and dechaffing, the divide was obvious to everyone, even Tobias but, it had been fine this far, and if it isn't broken, why fix it? They were not slaves, they could leave at any time, but the pitiful wages they received was all they had, so they never would, humans controlled the world, the anthrofolk would be wise to remember their place, after all, Tobias knew his, and was comfortable in it. "Ah, Sire, shall we head back to the stead?" Asked the human driver, Alphonse, as he smiled to the returning Tobias, who climbed up into the carriage awaiting his departure. 
"We shall!" Cracking the whips, Alphonse guided the feral horses forward and drove the carriage down the road toward the sprawling fields of Tobias' farm, and arriving out front of the relatively sized, yet moderate main house.

"Welcome back, sire, I pray the anthrofolk weren't too awful today?" Said the enthusiastic Armadillo woman who waddled out to greet Tobias as he exited the carriage, Alphonse cracked the whips and drove the carriage away toward the stables as Tobias smiled, walking side by side with her toward the main doors of the house, "If only they were all as kind as you, Polly." He replied,  "How are our exports this week?". Polly sighed, and replied honestly, "Well sire, the workers, they are absent today for the AAOG meeting...so today, they are zero." Sighing, Tobias took the scroll that Polly offered him and looked over the scrawling writing on it, the week had fallen hundreds of shillings below where it was previous weeks. "Anti Oppression, what the bloody Hell for, my anthrofolk are the best cared for in this bloody kingdom, send them to the fucking Merchant's guild should they disagree, mayhaps they will find a better deal." Tobias grunted as he tossed the scroll aside and walked to a seat, sitting down and rubbing his temples in aggravation. Polly joined him at his side and put a hand on her hip as she coyly replied, "They aren't 'your' anthrofolk, Tobias…" He groaned, and nodded as he sat back in his chair, looking up at his faithful armadillo servant, and almost ambassador to the anthrofolk he employed. 

"Well, what would you have us do, these numbers are abysmal…" Tobias pleaded with her, Polly rubbed her long snout before shrugging. "I've not the slightest, sire, perhaps a wage raise?" Tobias nodded and laughed, as he motioned toward the door dismissively. "Sure, verily why not each of them a house as well, if the number is zero, they recieve zero, now let me sit in peace, kindly." Huffing, her own hopes of a better pay disappearing as she walked out the doors of the room, Polly left Tobias in the room alone as he requested, and walked down the stairs, outside and around the back of the house, spotting a muscular, armed Wolf who waved at her arrival. "Anything?" Polly looked down and shook her head "He said if profits remain zero, we receive zero…" The Wolf huffed and looked down, unsheathing his blade, and spinning it in his paw extending the handle to her. "Will you hesitate, Polly…?" She sighed and a single tear rolled down her cheek as she willingly took the knife in her hand and tucked it under her long apron. "Not for a moment, commander…"

Polly walked back into the house, looking intensely at the decorations and trinkets which lined the walls and shelves of Tobias' home, a renewed disgust for his exquisite life. Sure, he was nowhere near as decorated or lavishly living as the King, or the guilds that kissed his ass, but he certainly lived in a better position than her, or her coworkers, the Human had a singular painting that hung on the wall that easily could purchase seven or eight days of food for an anthrofolk family, but instead, it hung and gathered dust on his wall, pathetic. "Did you hear, the King's to speak tomorrow, it doesn't look as if peace will prevail." Spoke another servant, a skunk, clad in cleaner, less ragged robes, a new hire. "I have heard, indeed, are you allied with the Guild?" Polly replied, smiling kindly to the Skunk who nodded "I am of course, are we not all?" Smiling, she placed a paw on the other's shoulder, and matched her gaze. "It will be a difficult few days should the Human King betray us, but we are ready." Smiling back, with renewed confidence, the Skunk nodded her head, "Thank you, Polly, solidarity." She said enthusiastically, before padding off to her duties, Polly felt as much dread as excitement filling her heart, it would be in the anthrofolk's best interest to be ready, but she was nervous if she truly would have the ability to do what was asked of her. "Some aren't worthy of work…" She repeated to herself, as she walked herself into the room of the house that she was given, the lack of decor and expensive trinkets quickly reminding her of what was more than likely going to happen…But that depended solely on the Human King.

Tobias awoke to the crowing of the feral roosters outside, as the morning sun shined through his window, his mouth dry and his vision hazy as he matched the glare of his driver, Alphonse, already clothed in his usual driving gear and rubbing his arm nervously. "Is all well, friend?" Tobias asked, as he sat up in his large bed, rubbing his eyes as his vision adjusted. "Depends, sire, are you intending on making it to the King's speech on time, if so, we must make haste…" Alphonse replied, the sincerity in his eyes causing Tobias to suddenly remember that today was far more important than his awakening mind processed. "Indeed!" He spoke as he jumped from his bed, and quickly ran to the wardrobe, retrieving his most decent garments and the shining bead necklace he had purchased the day before, dressing in a hurried fashion as Alphonse turned away respectfully. 

The supple body of the human was nothing to celebrate, his slender yet mildly chubby form and generally unworked muscles further proof of his position as a nobleman, the tons of wheat never being touched by his own hands, yet the paws and claws of anthrofolk. Tobias finished dressing and placed a feathered cap upon his head before looking at his fellow human with a smile, "Is the carriage prepared?" Alphonse put his thumb up and made a motion like a whip crack as he enthusiastically replied, "When is it not, sire?" The two walked out of the large double doors of the master bedroom and were met by Polly, who was oddly, out of uniform, instead dressed in casual raspberry colored clothing, various leather straps over it almost as if makeshift pauldrons. "Sir, may I join you and Alphonse to the speech?" 

Tobias audibly laughed for a moment, but stopped when he noticed that Alphonse was not even chuckling in reply to the genuine query of the Armadillo. "Oh, you are serious…?" He asked, Polly silently nodded her head in reply. "Well, I see no reason why not Sire, the carriage can handle an extra passenger…" Alphonse chimed in, confused, and seemingly outnumbered, Tobias shrugged his shoulders and reluctantly agreed. The now trio left the house behind and climbed into the carriage, Polly's round form wobbled as she sat in the cushioned seat of the Human's carriage for the first time, her tail wiggling in admitted excitement, as she smiled to Tobias, who was far less amused. "Sir, it's a big day, the King may bestow us equal rights, if so, you may wish to get used to us riding together?" Polly spoke. Tobias was in awe, she had been a willing servant for nearly two years now, and her sudden bravado, and out of character speaking was unlike her, that combined with her odd non uniform outfit caused him mild discomfort, but he simply sighed in his response. "Perhaps, perhaps…" The carriage's soft bumps and motions caused Polly to be a bit nervous, she was far from used to the sensation of riding on horseback, let alone the speed and motion of a carriage, but much like her human employer, she needed to be at the speech. After nearly three hours of riding, the carriage came to a stop. 

Alphonse hopped off the driver seat and opened the carriage doors, allowing Tobias and Polly to exit, into the sprawling field that contained hundreds, if not thousands of anthrofolk and humans alike, the podium for King Roderick was being set up a few hundred yards from where they had parked the carriage, they would have a wonderful view, and would be able to hear the King's words from his own mouth, rather than the criers positioned throughout the crowd. "It's…huge…" Tobias said in awe, the turnout of this speech was unlike any other he had seen, the massive crowd was doing everything from sparring, trading goods, and even arguing, even without segregation signage, the groups of anthrofolk and humans seemed naturally divided as the species stood apart, but most troubling to Tobias, was that the raspberry colored outfit his servant was clad in, was far from outstanding, as at least thirty to forty other anthrofolk of various species were clad in nearly identical garb, perhaps hundreds more that he couldn't see. "Alphonse…What is the meaning of these colors…?" 

Tobias asked, just as he turned his head, noticing that his driver was pinning a raspberry colored ribbon to his left arm, with a confident, calm smile. "It just simply is a way of showing that, well, people know their place…" Alphonse replied. Tobias, with all of his money and prestige, felt uneasy, the air was filled with more than the usual anthro versus human bickering, there was a far greater heavy feeling in the air, which would of dominated the general feeling of the day, if the loud, brazen trumpets playing the anthem of the Kingdom had not interrupted his worry. "HEAR YE, HEAR YE, ALL ATTENTION TO THE GREAT KING RODERICK" Echoed from the mouths of the soldiers guarding the podium, to the criers, audible for no doubt miles. 

King Roderick 'The Humble' had no reason to carry that title, the staff he carried in his old, calloused hand was immaculate, covered in the finest gems and plated in gold, his crown was pounds of similar jewels and metal, and his robes flowed in silk so smooth that anti-human anthrofolk made rumors of it being made of themselves, and his ego was matched in a similar way, his words often pro-human, and pro-finance, a quality of his leadership that made Tobias a fan of his rule, as it had made him quite a lot of coin, but this made his reign a boiling pot to the already weak human anthro relations. "Thank you all, for arriving for my speech, as I am certain, those amongst you wish to know of my decision on the decree of…" He droned on, and Tobias attempted to listen, but he was overtaken by the sight that was gathering at the front of the podium. The anthrofolk, hundreds if not more, were slowly, and inconspicuously gathering at the front of the sprawling crowd, each of them clad in the similar raspberry garb of his servant Polly, Polly…Where was she?. 

"Alphonse, have you seen Polly?" He asked, turning to face his driver, who also, was gone from his view, as confusion was replaced with genuine fear, Tobias turned to walk toward his carriage, feeling unnerved by the sudden shift from worrisome, to worried. "It is by my decree, that for the interest of our beautiful kingdom, human and anthro relations be barred in all public function…" King Roderick spoke. Tobias was no stranger to the fire those words would carry, but he never imagined how quickly it would escalate, as behind him, the criers, soldiers, and King himself were drowned with the near deafening screams of well rehearsed, and well prepared anthrofolk emitted from the crowd, one bellowing scream that would never leave Tobias' mind for the rest of his days...

"DOWN WITH RODERICK!. LONG LIVE GREYMANE!"

Shivers rolled down Tobias' spine as he heard the scream, he knew well who Johann Greymane was, most humans and anthrofolk alike did, he was the leader of the AAOG, a well built and scar covered victim of oppression turned soldier for equality, well, that was what his maw spoke, but as the crowd of raspberry tunic clad anthrofolk were retrieving weapons from under their makeshift pauldrons and charging the podium, swiftly overtaking the human knights that stood guard, it was abundantly clear that peace and equality was no longer an option. Chaos had erupted as two knights in golden armor, imperial soldiers, walked to either side of King Roderick and escorted him off the podium, as daggers were thrown toward them, the crowd was quickly turning into a battleground of only one side, the human civilians and merchants were no match for the militarized and well prepared anthrofolk, by the troves, humans were being tackled and bound, some falling in failed defense. 

Tobias quickly began to run toward his carriage, his cap falling from his head to the ground, as several humans joined him in running, "HALT" called out a voice behind them, he turned his head looking back, four anthrofolk, a deer, wolf, lizard and bear, charged toward them, each armed and violently preparing their knives. "Tobias! This way!" Someone called out to his left, his gaze lifting to see Alphonse at the carriage, he quickly threw himself to the ground and rolled out of the way of the pursuing anthros who continued chasing the other humans. "Alphonse, get us out of here!" Tobias yelled, as his driver simply sighed, and looked at Tobias, drawing a dagger of his own but seeming incredibly disinterested in a fight, as Polly rejoined them finally, her own knife's tip already bloodied, as she walked toward Tobias. "Your time, 'sir', is over, do not fight this, and I'll do my best to make it quick…" She said, as she pulled her hand back, ready to plunge the blade into her former employer and oppressor, before a bellowing voice called out. "Contain yourself, Polly." 

Her blade's thrust stopped, as she turned to face another unknown anthro walking toward them, the clack of his heavy hooves even on the gravel were audible as Tobias' eyes were firmly clenched closed in fear of death. "He is mine." Polly seemed skeptical as she scratched her head. "Johann himself wants Tobias dead, there is no place for an oppressor in the new world…" She replied, her hand shaking, clearly not sure what to do, "You speak against Greymane, Brandt?" Tobias opened his eyes and needed to look up at the speaker of his defense. Brandt, a well built and large Donkey, his name learned from Polly's traitorous mouth, was towering over him, by a substantial difference of at least two feet, and heaven only knew how much his muscular body, long legs, and defined neck and jaw outweighed the comparably puny human. "I speak against nobody, I simply desire this human for his gain." Brandt replied, clenching a fist, the Armadillo and Alphonse backed up in the massive Donkey's threatening presence. "I'd be wise to report you for that…'' Polly said, cringing in fear as Brandt reached behind him, she was assured he was reaching for a knife, or sword, something to destroy her with, a warrior she was not. "I'd ask you kindly to report him as dead…" Brandt replied, throwing a rather large satchel of coins to the feet of the Armadillo. "Burn his farm, if you must, but he lives."

Tobias looked up in terror, and then over to Alphonse, who he looked at with anger. "Traitor…" Alphonse simply sighed, almost seeming relieved and opened the carriage for Polly, who nodded as she picked up the coin satchel. "We have an agreement, you'll see the smoke for miles…Liberation and solidarity, Brandt." The Donkey nodded with a smile, and wound his hand back. "Sorry for this, human…" He spoke, before Tobias could ask what for, the Donkey's massive fist collided with the back of his head, rendering him unconscious as his dainty human frame was easily slung over Brandt's strong shoulder. Polly chuckled, knowing Brandt's intentions well. "Keep him well hidden, you only bought our silence once, Brandt...take us to the farm, Slave, we've work to do" She said, Alphonse smiled widely and cracked the whips as he replied "Yes, mistress…"and Polly rode off in Tobias' former carriage, Brandt sighed and walked off into the forest as the battle raged on in the area of the former speech.

Was it days or hours, lord only knew, as Tobias' eyes opened to the world again, his head splitting in an ache as he attempted to get a grip on where he was, memories of the enraged anthrofolk's attack playing through his pain filled mind. He was slightly expecting a terrifying cell, or some form of metal restraints when he opened his eyes fully, but was relieved to see he was laying in a bed, a smaller bed than he was used to for sure, but a bed and blankets, no bars, no captivity. "Hello?" He weakly called out, he was able to see, but it was still hazy and difficult to see naturally as he had previously, receiving no response, he rubbed his eyes and achingly sat up, only then noticing his body was clad in his underwear, the fine robes and tunic he had worn to the speech were missing from his body, and from the immediate room. "Hello?!" He repeated, his nervousness growing as he once again received no response. His vision slowly returned as he dizzily got to his feet, looking around and surveying his surroundings. The fear of a cell and the terror of being enslaved were replaced with realism, as the room he was in was actually quite nice, curtains hung from the window, the door wasn't locked, as it was near blatantly left open, and it was in no way meant to keep a prisoner, yet a guest. Taking no chances, Tobias looked around, finding a letter opener laying on a nearby desk, gripping it tightly in his palm as he gulped, and cautiously walked out of the bedroom into the hallway.

The place was smaller than the regal farm owner was accustomed to, given the hall only stretched a few feet further down to a set of stairs, which Tobias slowly walked toward and down, the wood creaking under his bare feet as he stepped, expecting the worst. Why was he here? Was this small house some sort of AAOG base? Was he being held for Ransom? All that he knew for sure was that he wanted out, and as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he saw the wooden door which no doubt lead to freedom, as he shuffled toward it, a sultry, yet firm voice called from the parlor of the small house, "I'd not leave if I were in your position…" Raising the letter opener up in a defensive stance, Tobias turned toward the voice, "Let me go…" He spoke, through his shaking nervousness. "Adorable, truly…" Spoke Brandt, as he placed his quill down on his desk and stood up, he was writing something before Tobias interrupted him. 

"Now…Please…" Tobias repeated his desire to leave, this time even more nervous given the Donkey which was taller, stronger, and generally a goliath in comparison to the smaller human was now walking casually toward him. Even Tobias didn't feel a fight would be necessary as the leather pauldrons and armored appearance of the Donkey had been replaced with the casual robes and silks of leisure wear, "Tobias, you're no prisoner, but I must insist…do stay." Tobias dropped the letter opener with a metallic clang on the wooden floor, stepping back nervously, "Please…don't kill me?" He asked, Brandt laughed audibly as he stood by the door, resting his large hand on the doorknob. "Do you believe a killer treats his victims to a comfortable bed…please, I've saved you from a fate worse than death…" Tobias rubbed his sore head and looked to Brandt with genuine concern. "How is knocking me unconscious saving me…?" 

Brandt inhaled deeply and swung the front door open, silently walking out onto the torchlit porch. "Join me…" Tobias walked outside to join Brandt, and was taken aback with the view that confronted his eyes, he felt his stomach twist as he realized their location. "Is that…" He asked, his jaw dropping, as Brandt solemnly nodded his head. The house was comfortably built above the rest of the Kingdom's main land, far outside of the jurisdictions of the Kingdom itself, in the valley of a mountain, it was a wide open area, but positioned in such a way that the grim theatre of destruction that befell Tobias' eyes was glaring and obvious. Fire bellowed from windows of the Castle, as the smoke gathered in the sky, several infernos were obviously well intentionally lit, and one was far too obvious for Tobias to ignore, the plumes of fire and ash that rose from a location he could never forget. "My farm…my…home…" He teared up as he fell to his knees, jumping slightly as Brandt placed his large hand on the smaller human's shoulder. "Those who don't die in resistance, are being rounded up, Tobias, servants, or corpses…" Brandt spoke firmly "Greymane killed Roderick, the Kingdom is now an anthrofolk held crown…" 

Tobias looked up at Brandt, the words that he spoke adding to the looming feeling of doom soaking into his already injured head. "Then what, you've brought me here to make a slave of me as well?" Brandt quietly looked down at the human, then away for a moment, before exhaling and silently walking back into the house, "If you wish to leave, the door is open, but, others may be far, far less compassionate than I, Tobias…" As Tobias contemplated which fate would befall him more pain, leaving or staying, Brandt walked back into the parlor and sat down at his desk, briskly tucking the letter he was writing in the topmost drawer. "I'll have to finish that later…" He spoke to himself, as Tobias had clearly chosen his fate and walked into the parlor to join him.

"So, am I your slave…if so, do me the dignity of murdering me quickly…" Tobias acted half defiantly, the noble farm owner arrogance still lingering inside his heart, half terrified of the concept of servitude. "That will no doubt require standing in lines with every other anthrofolk looking to garner a human slave when the fires die down…" Brandt spoke, his chair was massive compared to anything the human had ever sat in, and it creaked as the large Donkey leaned back in it. "Luckily for you, I hate waiting in lines." He joked. "Then, please, tell me why I am here…" Tobias pleaded. "Ah, well, I'll be candid…" Brandt replied, sitting up and placing his large hands in one another as he smiled at Tobias. "I'm lonely, and you need a place to stay, rather than enslave you, I figured perhaps just accommodating me in company and having a home where the owner is not intent on murdering or enslaving you would be desirable…" Tobias rubbed his pointer and thumb over the bridge of his nose in confusion and pain, "Okay, so, you are asking for a servant?" Brandt shrugged his broad shoulders and tapped his fingers on the desk. "Slave, or corpse…out of those, I guess I chose friend?" 

The Donkey's kind smile finally sealed the deal for Tobias, he no doubt was going against what his anthrofolk comrades would consider a good option, and given Polly had literally attempted to kill him for being an 'oppressor', he figured the company of the kind Donkey would be a more desirable outcome than being down there where the flames were still raging in revolution that had little place for him. "Thank you…" Tobias said, forcing a smile, as Brandt got up from his chair and walked to him softly placing a hand on the human's smaller shoulder, the weight of his hand even was impressive as well as intimidating. "Please, call me Brandt."

~Three Weeks Previously~

On the outskirts of the Kingdom, there was several homes that lay vacant, a district of the Kingdom that had been overtaken by the previous king many years ago, but the strong stone masonry of the buildings had kept them from disappearing under Mother Nature's hand, and underneath them, an impressive armory and stronghold of the AAOG had been constructed, subtly and well guarded by various cloak wearing anthrofolk which stood around it. However, to Brandt, that armory was not his current destination, it was what had been built and operated on the other end of the same abandoned town, something that both the Humans and AAOG alike would disagree with, a place of greater secrecy and of even odder mission goal. Leaning against the outside of a small, ramshackle hut was an unarmed fox, looking more like a vagrant than a guard of any form, as he rubbed his shoulder nervously, looking up as he heard a twig crack. 

"Ah, Brandt, took ya long enough, the festivities have already begun." He said, noticing the large Donkey walking toward him, lowering his hood as he smiled back. "Terrance, a pleasure as always." The fox nodded his head and stepped back from where he was leaning, and gave way as the wooden wall he was concealing simply fell away, exposing a large ladder in an abandoned well. Climbing his large form down the ladder, he arrived in a well hidden, torch lit aqueduct turned harem, humans and anthrofolk alike walked throughout the catacomb's depth without an article of clothing to be found. "Brandt, master, about time…I was growing weary…" Spoke one such human, as Brandt turned to face who spoke, he came face to face with Alphonse, the driver of a farm owner in the Kingdom, his black hair a steep contrast to his naked, slim caucasian body.

The two of them walked off and found a corner of the cavernous buried secret, drawing curtains to give the interspecies piar privacy as Alphonse hardly could contain himself, his hands eagerly gripping and pulling at Brandt's belt, unbuckling it and baring the comparably massive Donkey's lower half in quick, experienced motions, smiling up at him while he assisted the Donkey strip. "I've missed you as well, my fleshy cushion." Brandt teased, the human's smaller body shook in a pleasurable reply, his smile growing wider "Master, such lewdity…" Brandt smirked as the last articles of clothing were removed, his tunic and cloak being tossed aside. Brandt was far from out of shape, but he did enjoy a good cup of mead, as his slightly bulging beer gut proved, but his trained, strengthened biceps and pecs bulged his soft cocoa brown fur outward in a manly and attention earning manner, one which Alphonse, a long time admirer of anthrofolk was always happy to take advantage of. "I speak the truth, now, lie down cushion, the walk here is always cruel to my hips." 

Brandt ordered. The dainty Alphonse obliged Brandt's order and slid onto his back, laying down softly on the blanket which served as the only buffer between his smooth naked skin and the cold stone of the floor, smiling as he complied, licking his lips in anticipation. Brandt's endowment was impressive even by anthrofolk standard, the length of his shaft was measured out at nearly fifteen inches long, and a firm four thick, nearly that of a human's forearm, but the meat of his shaft was a treat to be earned for Alphonse, who lay eagerly beneath the Donkey, first, he would need to service the dangling and sweaty testicles that were being slowly lowered to the human's face. "Good boy, comfort your master…" Brandt spoke in pleasure, the soft, smooth skin of Alphonse's face, the warm droplets of sweat running from the brown furred orbs which he began licking adoringly. 

Alphonse was already slowly caressing his own, by comparison, puny, cock in his hand as he lapped his tongue over Brandt's hanging balls, no stranger to what the Donkey enjoyed, he swirled his tongue eagerly over every inch he could manage, the musky, salty nectar that was his sweat causing pre to leak from the human's tip, as he swallowed its essence and gently cooed up to the squatting donkey "Sir, mayhaps you should sit, your hips must be so…so sore…" He pleaded through moans, as Brandt chuckled. "Fair idea, cushion." He replied, as he slowly squatted down lower. Breathing is usually easy for the able bodied skinny Alphonse, but his breath was near instantly cut off as the incredible weight of the donkey's plump, furry rear pushed down over his face, the testicles he was so lovingly lapping over rested firmly atop his forehead as his lips and jaw were covered with the sweaty taint and quivering pucker of Brandt's service demanding anus. "Much better." 

The Donkey spoke, positioning himself so the human wouldn't be able to move, his hundreds of pounds worth of dominant Donkey pushing down against the chest and face of the eagerly huffing, stroking, Alphonse beneath his lower half, the pressure causing his vision to go cross eyed as he groaned silently, his larynx stopped in its tracks.  
"Mmph, nnhhg!" Struggled Alphonse, his body quivering, breath was impossible, the crisp often taken for granted taste of oxygen was replaced purely with the muscle, sweat, musk and weight of the bulging donkey calf muscles, who seemed to care little of their cushion's breathing difficulties. "If you wish to earn air, lick! harlet!" He teased, gyrating his massive, furry hips, essentially smearing his rear's dampened fur against the eager human beneath him, who licked and pushed his head as toughly as his smaller muscles could allow. 

Brandt's own excitement was growing as he caressed his shaft which was filling with life at the wriggling and writhing human under his taint, his breath gasping mouth was adding such wonderful tickles to the massive furry taint that obstructed it, leaning back, adding even more pressure to the puny human beneath him, he smiled widely as he caressed his enlonging mast, his tongue fell from his face as he relaxed his body against Alphonse's head and chest, practically removing any restraint. 
Brandt was not intending on harming Alphonse, well, not permanently by any means, he had several tells that would let him know when the human had enough, the most prominent of those was the nearly purple, pulsing, incredible erection he was still, even while being suffocated under Brandt's claiming asscheeks, stroking furiously, pre was seeping from the tip like a faucet while the human's hand was undeterred. "That's it cushion, if you wish to breathe, you'll climax first, I DEMAND it." 

Brandt ordered, pushing his weight firmly down in a motion toward the human's chest, his eyes being exposed and uncovered while his nostrils and mouth were still covered by the pressing able body of the Donkey. He was able to see the long, narrow tail, the candlelit curtains that separated them from the harem, and the dusty stone roof of the cavernous catacomb, which all were going hazy. Alphonse felt his chest burning as if ignited, his lungs strained for air which the furry cheeks of Brandt's massive ass was still restricting, his body was spasming almost as much as his cock, as his eyes rolled back, nearly losing consciousness, his orgasm poured from his tinier cock, as the cushion for Brandt splattered a mess all over his chest, Brandt simply chuckled and sat upward, giving the human a deep, painful, yet adored gasp for air he required as his orgasm raged on.

Not giving Alphonse much time to relax from the smothering under his rear, keeping an eye on how intense his gasps for breath were, all while stroking his own pre leaking shaft, Brandt quickly pressed the human back down between him and the masonry beneath them, smiling as he intentionally laid on his back directly atop the eager, breathless human cushion. "GHLLLK!" Alphonse objected, his arousal blinding his ability to rationally think, the massive body of the Donkey was not foreign to him, but it was nonetheless gargantuan, and having hundreds of pounds pressing down on his squishier, slender frame caused him to not only be unable to breath, but it rendered him entirely motionless as well.
Sighing out in pleasure as he caressed his rod, knowing the human beneath him was in no position to argue, Brandt stretched out, smothering and compressing the fleshy body under his fur coated animal body, his smile widening as his pleasure grew, his hand stroked over his pulsating member with more ferocity while he quite literally was using the human as a mattress for his own massive size, his back, rear and shoulders pushing down onto the squishy Alphonse with more careless restraint with each motion of the Donkey's hand. 
Alphonse was dizzy, his entire body was aching like he had just ran for miles, and his ribs only had the blanket on the ground to dampen the squeezing, incredible weight of the hunk anthro that had him breathlessly pinned to the ground as he had so many times before, the familiar huffs and groans leaving Brandt's maw gave the human excitement in a few ways, he knew the Donkey was close, he knew it would be a mighty one given it had been some time, and most attractive of all, as his eyes crossed and his throat dried up from a failed inhale, he knew he would be able to breath soon, perhaps.

Brandt threw his head back as his muscular torso seized in pleasure, spasms further elevating his body atop Alphonse whose face was pure blue under Brandt's weight, biting his leathery lip tightly while he flung his hips upward into his firm grip, pre streaming down and lubricating the furiously stroking hand, before he reached his free hand backward, pushing it down onto the ground while he began to spray rope after rope of pent up cum from his tightened leathery sack, his tip pulsing with each squirt of his intense orgasm that flew into the air and down onto the stone floor, his stomach, and even the legs of the cushion that was writhing under him. 

Moments passed as the massive Donkey reeled in afterglow, smiling and warmly panting in the pleasure of release he had just rubbed out of himself, his fur was glistening in the torchlight and sweat dripped off the bristly fur not currently resting on the fleshy human under him, the other droplets of sweat gathered between Alphonse's body and Brandt's, a warm, moist and musky sensation that Alphonse would of been savoring, would he of not been borderline unconscious, gasping for breath he wasn't able to receive under the mass of the warmly pleasured Donkey, who upon feeling the loud, whooping gasps against his back, chuckled and looked under his dampened armpit at the head of the writhing human "Uggh, I guess you've done well enough, a shame we couldn't of made it last longer, though." Brandt said, demeaningly, as he slowly raised his body from the human's, the warm sweat of their previous encounter basically soaking his wrinkled, air deprived skin. 

Alphonse took a deep, violent breath as he rolled over onto his stomach instinctively, the breath filled with Brandt's smell, his vision slowly returning as his oxygen deprived lungs filled with desperate, wheezing gasps, the human looked over at the similarly breathless Donkey with a pained, yet genuine smile as he weakly muttered "y- yeah, g- god above, f- flattened me w- well…" Brandt just chuckled as he sat up, still panting slightly, as he snapped his fingers in a motion to his satchel laying across the room, weakly, and slowly, Alphonse crawled to the bag and retrieved the water bottle inside of it, rolling it to Brandt who took a deep, eager sip from it's contents, leaving just enough for the human to have a swig as well, and rolled it back, smacking his lips. "Now that the fun is out of the way, my cushion, catch your breath, and tell me what was so important that the courier was unable to speak of it." Alphonse was softly caressing his formerly flattened chest, checking to be sure the hunk anthro didn't crack a rib, as he weakly replied. "It's a good thing you're sitting…"

Brandt rubbed his temples between his thumbs, his sweat coated tail flicked to the left and right, he had heard the words the human spoke, but he hardly was able to accept them as reality, why would a human know of an upcoming revolution but not he?, why would Greymane keep such  a thing from him. "You are in the loop more than I am these days, cushion, I fear I am a tad offended." Brandt replied, he had moved closer to his satchel, and was currently packing a long anthrofolk carved smoking pipe as Alphonse weakly spoke, his flattening still having a bit of effect on the human. "I believe Greymane knows of your…soft spot…for us fleshbags." Alphonse said, slurring himself in the process, using a term that only the most specist anthrofolk dared utter, sending a chuckle through Brandt's lips "That is true…so I assume it doesn't look good for those who fight back…" He said, Alphonse softly nodding in reply "Even Roderick will fall if nothing changes…it's going to be a new era, there will be two varieties of human in this land, buried, or serving…I personally am excited…" 

Brandt lit the end of his pipe on the wall torch and sat back down as he took a deep drag of the herby blend, smiling as he exhaled "I would have expected nothing less from you, but you know quite well, I'll not keep a slave." Alphonse's face suddenly filled with a warm, crimson blush, the blood was at least returning to his face, "I'm well aware, there is already one who wishes to obtain my body." Brandt, exhaling again as he smiled widely, knowing full well it wasn't his arrogant boss he was speaking of, which only left. "Polly, are you serious cushion, she weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet…" Alphonse shrugged and chuckled while replying, "Well, she has already been pushing farmwork off on me for weeks, I know my place, and I do enjoy the company of a female you know." 
Brandt looked at his cushion with a smile, knowing the genuine nature of his words by now, he knew there was no way he could continue to dance around the point. "When this happens, what will come of Tobias…" Somberly, Alphonse looked down at the ground, still matted with the evidence of he and Brandt's lustful flattening, as he sighed. "I'm afraid, Greymane wants him dead…" Sighing, Brandt looked at the human with a firm glare. "We both know I won't allow that."

Brandt was as mysterious as he was strong, rumors circulated often about what his former work was, how could he afford such illustrious clothing and material possessions as an anthrofolk, the only ways that made sense was thievery, or enough swagger and respect that he was able to obtain them genuinely. Was he an ex mercenary, perhaps a disgraced knight from another kingdom, none of the rumors mattered, the truth was the Donkey was well avoided by most who crossed his path, his stance on pro-human labor and care was one of mystery, perhaps more than his origin in the Kingdom, nobody could quite put a finger on why he was so affectionate toward the human race, which suited Brandt just fine. "You and your crushes…" Alphonse replied softly, looking up at Brandt as he was slowly, weakly, and with sore muscles, draping his tunic back over his torso "How do you suggest an alternative…" Brandt rubbed his temples again, taking another drag of his pipe before looking down "This proposed engagement, I assume will be at Roderick's speech…?" Alphonse nodded his head and Brandt softly smiled "Then just be a good driver, and keep him alive to his carriage, I'll rendezvous then…" Alphonse, nervously gulped and looked at the Donkey with fear "What of Polly, please, do not harm her?" Brandt laughed in reply "I'll not hurt the armadillo of your affections, Alphonse, she speaks the language of finance as does any other…" The human groaned, a bittersweet moment had just occurred to their formerly secret, smothering relationship, not in the past few years had Brandt referred to him by name, that title helped to push the secret relationship the two shared into a casket. "I…will do what I can, for you sir…" Alphonse smiled, wanting to at least provide that one last service to his soon to be former lover.
 "I appreciate that." Brandt replied with a smile. The two sat together for a few more moments, before Brandt and Alphonse had both completely dressed and walked toward the ladder up to the surface, away from the safety and normalcy of the interspecies harem. "I'll never, ever forget this time we shared…" Alphonse warmly spoke, holding Brandt's hands in his for a moment, before sighing, and heading up the ladder, Brandt watched the human ascend and leaned against the stone wall, smiling. "Nor will I, even if Tobias shall replace you…"