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Without this Inn, the dangerous Pass would demand an even higher death toll among its travelers.\n\nInside the cozy chamber of the Inn we watch Bernhard, a young Horse who lived in one of the few cities that defied the “Green Desert.” He could fairly and correctly be described as a regular customer of the “Winter’s Ballad.” The Horse regularly traveled there to deliver the remote outpost of civilization with much-needed supplies. He usually stayed for a night or two before his return trip.\n\nBernhard sighed as his pee ran down the slave’s mouth. He hardly paid attention to the Bunny kneeling at his knees and collecting urine with her mouth. For him, as to most people, slaves were a common commodity. Intellectually, he, of course, understood that it must be terrible to have earned that fate. But some became slaves; others stayed free. That’s how it worked on both sides of the mountains. If the Gods have had other plans, he might collect the Bunny’s pee in his mouth instead. But fortunately, she had become the object and he the person. The Horse certainly preferred that.\n\nAnd thus, as he wouldn’t pay any particular notice to a chair or a mug, he didn’t to a slave. In many ways, he considered slaves worse objects. After all, a chair, from its creation to its end, would always fulfill its purpose without fail. Slaves required training and constant reminders of their place. In the Horse’s mind, slaves were necessary but highly flawed objects.\n\nBernhard owned two slaves himself—a female Polar bear and a male Arctic fox. He used them as pack animals. They remained in the stables like his mount. One of the services the Inn provided was cages for slaves in the stable. Three hours ago, he had checked to see if his mount was well cared for. The Inn’s stable slave—a naked male Rat—who works there all day seemed to do a sufficient job.\n\nThe stable was uncomfortably cold, but his mount was used to freezing temperatures. He assumed his slaves would do fine, too. He didn’t bother to check for them. He wanted to get back into the relative warmth of the Inn.\n\nAside his slaves complained anyway. Mountain Pass is too cold, Jungle too warm. Pathetic bitches both. His wonderful Horse mount would never complain even if the animal could talk! He was sure of that. However, the stables might be unpleasant for him—a person, but certainly were sufficient for animals and slaves alike.\n\nThe 25-year-old Bunny stayed unaware of Bernhard’s opinion of slaves. Though, if she could have known, she would care little. After all, her attention and troubles were focused between the man’s legs.\n\nBefore her capture, the Bunny was called Veronika. After the slaver had sold her like an object to the Inn, she had become Pee Bunny—at least for now. The Lioness, the “Top” slave, and her handler mentioned that she would earn a proper name after completing her training. Whatever that means, considering the Lioness was called Pussy. Then, she’d rather be a Pussy than a Pee Bunny.\n\nInitially, she was supposed to be sold at one of the slave markets in the Green Desert. But when the slave caravan crossed these horrible mountains—she was still surprised no one froze to death during the journey—the Inn needed a new slave. The Lioness, acting on behalf of the Inn’s owner, bought her.\n\nThus, her Journey ended earlier than the others. She could hardly imagine a worse place to have ended up in. How could the jungle or anything she would have done there be worse than being a portable urinal?\n\nHer shaky hands fiddled with the belt on the large male's pants. Shaking from knowing what she would do in a moment, but also from the cold. Even inside the large tavern room of the Inn, temperatures weren’t particularly warm when nude. And slaves on either side of the mountains wore no clothes—no matter the climate or circumstance. That seemed to be a universal truth for everyone to have the misfortune of being enslaved.\n\nEventually, her stiff and shaky fingers opened the pants of Bernhard, who took a long sip from his mug with warm Grog. She fished for the soft member of the tall man. The moist and smooth piece of flesh disgusted the lesbian woman. The smell was strong and gross. She doubted the Horse had washed for a while, which was likely correct since the journey was long and arduous with little comfort.\n\nShe aimed the soft penis toward her face and opened her mouth. Shaking with tears rolling down her cheeks, she awaited the inevitable. Quickly, the putrid taste touched her tongue. It took the poor girl all her willpower to swallow the yellow stream. She managed to drink most of it.\n\nIn all fairness, she did a stellar job for merely three days at the Inn and in her role as Urinal. The Lioness who picked the Bunny was proud of the choice she made. Veronika would later lick up the excess that dripped on the floor. The Bunny knew that, and the Lioness would ensure Veronika lapped up every drop. Afterward, the Bunny would be punished by the Lioness for spilling on the floor in the first place.\n\nThe Lioness didn’t enjoy punishing Veronika or any slave. The feline had hand-picked every single slave working at the Inn. She was the trusted slave of the reclusive living Innkeeper. And Pussy, as she was called, did her best to provide all slaves a good home.\n\nHowever, roles had to be filled, and services had to be performed. She knew she asked much of some slaves. Be it Veronica, who had become an Urinal, or the Stable slaves who spent most of their days in the cold discomfort of the barn.\n\nAfter all Pussy’s primary loyalty belonged to her owner. After everything required by her mistress, she did all in her power to make the slave's lives as worthwhile as possible given the circumstances. It was fair to say she possessed strong maternal instincts toward everyone and anyone beneath her.\n\nAfter the stream ebbed, Veronika put the moist, soft penis back into the pants. She buckled the belt, and the Horse walked away without putting any more thought into the slave. For Bernhard, the object fulfilled its purpose, and now he would sit down again on a chair and thus use another object. While taking a sip from his mug and thus using a different object.\n\nFor Veronika, who understandably didn’t consider herself an object, matters proved more difficult. The rotten smell and taste lingered in her mouth and nose. She tried to wipe the scent and moisture on her hands into her hip fur. She knew the Lioness who held the leash to her collar expected that she would lap up the pee that had dripped down. Thus the Bunny collected her self-discipline and began to clean the piss off the dirty floor with her tongue.\n\nWhen done, the Lioness ushered her outside. The cutting cold hit the slaves immediately. However, Pussy, who has lived here for a long time, dealt well with the low temperatures. Despite being as nude as any slave, she endured the cold with little sign of discomfort. Conversely, Veronika used to live in a warm environment and was stunned by the temperatures when forced outside.\n\nHowever, the Bunny knew what was expected from her. She walked behind a Bush and peed—a procedure that repeated every three hours during her service time. As a slave, she wasn’t permitted to use the outhouse. That was for people who either preferred the privacy of an actual toilet or had to do number 2. Veronika was eternally grateful she was not expected to deal with the customer's big business!\n\nThe Bunny collected the patron's urine and then released herself outside. Sparing the customers the uncomfortable walk to the outhouse. The poor girl sobbed as she thought of how low she had sunk. Suffering to drink pee to provide a minor service to the Inn’s customers. She hated every moment.\n\nAfter she was done, she walked back to the Lioness. Who told her she was sorry but had to punish the Bunny again. Veronika knew that would come. She rarely had managed not to spill pee thus far. However, she got closer every time and hoped that soon, those punishments would become seldom.\n\nVeronika screamed as Pussy rubbed her whole body with the cold snow. “Washing” the Bunny thoroughly. After the procedure, Veronika thought every bit of warmth had left her body. She shook and sobbed. Unexpectedly, the Lioness hugged the miserable Bunny. The feline whispered in the Bunny’s ear that she was proud of her. And that Veronika did well for such a short time. Veronika couldn’t help but hug back the other female.\n\nShe didn’t hate the Lioness. Even though she walked on a leash held by her and was punished by Pussy, Veronika understood that the Lioness had no choice. Her task was to do what she did, like the Bunny’s task was to drink pee. Despite being outside, Veronika hoped this moment to last forever. The other girl’s body so close to her was marvelous. She loved women but never had a girlfriend.\n\nPussy’s hard nipples pressed hard into her chest. That sensation enthralled her. The big hands of the feline rubbed her back. Veronika massaged the firm ass of the Lioness and noticed how her own hard nipples rubbed the Lioness’ body. Her juices ran down her legs. And when looking downward, she observed beads of the Lioness’s wet vagina running freely, too.\n\nUnfortunately, the moment didn’t last forever. No matter how much Veronika wished for it. They entered the Inn again. Yet despite the punishment and the horrible task at hand, Veronika smiled. Despite being freezing cold, she hardly shook anymore, and the customers appeared less threatening to her. She had a job to do. Veronika didn’t enjoy the job, but her company on the other end of the leash was marvelous.\n\nShe wouldn’t be leashed forever. When her training concluded, Veronika would be freed from that chain. Then, the Bunny would “work” on her own. She didn’t look forward to that point as she did even hours before. She wanted to stay close to Pussy, and if that meant humiliatingly walking on a leash, so be it!\n\nEven when Pussy approached a Rhino, the Bunny’s mood hardly soured. Despite knowing there was a zero percent chance of succeeding in drinking the load of that huge species.\n\nThen, was it that bad to be punished again if the Lioness did it? Not that Veronika considered to fail on purpose. Not now, not ever. She knew the Lioness tried to protect the slaves, but she didn’t hesitate to dish out the big guns when one messed up badly.\n\nWith such a short time living here, Veronika didn’t learn much. Yet, she found out about two hefty punishments. 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[url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url] \n\nI also have a BlueSky and would love to see you there, too! [url=https://bsky.app/profile/volatus.bsky.social]Sky and Blue[/url] \n\n",
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If you don't care about the geographic location, you can skip the first six paragraphs and get into the spicy part. :)
__________The Winter Ballad's Inn___________
After traversing the “Lands of the Living Gods” westwards, one would reach the “Smoldering Desert,” a hot, dry, and deadly place. People say it has never rained there once. After successfully traversing this hostile place, one reaches the “Divine Wall,” the continent's tallest mountain range. On the other side, one discovers a place with too much rain, albeit hardly colder than the desert, and hence called the “Green Desert,” a vast and dense jungle with few settlements and fewer cities. One who successfully traverses it finds the “Lands of the decayed Gods.”
The climate on the “Divine Pass,” the only traversable route across the mountains, could not be more different. Up there, high above, they knew two seasons. The cold season, and the colder season. The “Divine Mountains” cut the continent cleanly in half and reached from coast to coast.
If one wanted to travel from one side to the other while avoiding the pass, only the northern or the southern sea would offer a route by ship, at least theoretically. In reality, neither of those deadly waterbodies proved navigable.
The southern sea's water proved too acidic for any wooden ship route to be rational. The southern sea was home to aquatic gods and their withdrawn believers. They sank any ship traversing their sea. Few tried it, and fewer survived.
With those geographic novelties, the dangerous and arduous travel across the mountains remained the singular means to reach the other half of the landmass. Not that many dared this journey. Traversing the desert, the mountain pass and the jungle proved to be an adventure only the most experienced or greedy traders and glory seekers would entertain. Most people preferred to remain on their side of the world, except for those who had their reasons to undergo the journey.
In this hostile place between two hostile places rose the “Winter Ballad’s Inn,” the place of our story. The spacious Inn was erected halfway across the “Divine Pass,” above the clouds but still dwarfed by the peaks of the surrounding mountains. Without this Inn, the dangerous Pass would demand an even higher death toll among its travelers.
Inside the cozy chamber of the Inn we watch Bernhard, a young Horse who lived in one of the few cities that defied the “Green Desert.” He could fairly and correctly be described as a regular customer of the “Winter’s Ballad.” The Horse regularly traveled there to deliver the remote outpost of civilization with much-needed supplies. He usually stayed for a night or two before his return trip.
Bernhard sighed as his pee ran down the slave’s mouth. He hardly paid attention to the Bunny kneeling at his knees and collecting urine with her mouth. For him, as to most people, slaves were a common commodity. Intellectually, he, of course, understood that it must be terrible to have earned that fate. But some became slaves; others stayed free. That’s how it worked on both sides of the mountains. If the Gods have had other plans, he might collect the Bunny’s pee in his mouth instead. But fortunately, she had become the object and he the person. The Horse certainly preferred that.
And thus, as he wouldn’t pay any particular notice to a chair or a mug, he didn’t to a slave. In many ways, he considered slaves worse objects. After all, a chair, from its creation to its end, would always fulfill its purpose without fail. Slaves required training and constant reminders of their place. In the Horse’s mind, slaves were necessary but highly flawed objects.
Bernhard owned two slaves himself—a female Polar bear and a male Arctic fox. He used them as pack animals. They remained in the stables like his mount. One of the services the Inn provided was cages for slaves in the stable. Three hours ago, he had checked to see if his mount was well cared for. The Inn’s stable slave—a naked male Rat—who works there all day seemed to do a sufficient job.
The stable was uncomfortably cold, but his mount was used to freezing temperatures. He assumed his slaves would do fine, too. He didn’t bother to check for them. He wanted to get back into the relative warmth of the Inn.
Aside his slaves complained anyway. Mountain Pass is too cold, Jungle too warm. Pathetic bitches both. His wonderful Horse mount would never complain even if the animal could talk! He was sure of that. However, the stables might be unpleasant for him—a person, but certainly were sufficient for animals and slaves alike.
The 25-year-old Bunny stayed unaware of Bernhard’s opinion of slaves. Though, if she could have known, she would care little. After all, her attention and troubles were focused between the man’s legs.
Before her capture, the Bunny was called Veronika. After the slaver had sold her like an object to the Inn, she had become Pee Bunny—at least for now. The Lioness, the “Top” slave, and her handler mentioned that she would earn a proper name after completing her training. Whatever that means, considering the Lioness was called Pussy. Then, she’d rather be a Pussy than a Pee Bunny.
Initially, she was supposed to be sold at one of the slave markets in the Green Desert. But when the slave caravan crossed these horrible mountains—she was still surprised no one froze to death during the journey—the Inn needed a new slave. The Lioness, acting on behalf of the Inn’s owner, bought her.
Thus, her Journey ended earlier than the others. She could hardly imagine a worse place to have ended up in. How could the jungle or anything she would have done there be worse than being a portable urinal?
Her shaky hands fiddled with the belt on the large male's pants. Shaking from knowing what she would do in a moment, but also from the cold. Even inside the large tavern room of the Inn, temperatures weren’t particularly warm when nude. And slaves on either side of the mountains wore no clothes—no matter the climate or circumstance. That seemed to be a universal truth for everyone to have the misfortune of being enslaved.
Eventually, her stiff and shaky fingers opened the pants of Bernhard, who took a long sip from his mug with warm Grog. She fished for the soft member of the tall man. The moist and smooth piece of flesh disgusted the lesbian woman. The smell was strong and gross. She doubted the Horse had washed for a while, which was likely correct since the journey was long and arduous with little comfort.
She aimed the soft penis toward her face and opened her mouth. Shaking with tears rolling down her cheeks, she awaited the inevitable. Quickly, the putrid taste touched her tongue. It took the poor girl all her willpower to swallow the yellow stream. She managed to drink most of it.
In all fairness, she did a stellar job for merely three days at the Inn and in her role as Urinal. The Lioness who picked the Bunny was proud of the choice she made. Veronika would later lick up the excess that dripped on the floor. The Bunny knew that, and the Lioness would ensure Veronika lapped up every drop. Afterward, the Bunny would be punished by the Lioness for spilling on the floor in the first place.
The Lioness didn’t enjoy punishing Veronika or any slave. The feline had hand-picked every single slave working at the Inn. She was the trusted slave of the reclusive living Innkeeper. And Pussy, as she was called, did her best to provide all slaves a good home.
However, roles had to be filled, and services had to be performed. She knew she asked much of some slaves. Be it Veronica, who had become an Urinal, or the Stable slaves who spent most of their days in the cold discomfort of the barn.
After all Pussy’s primary loyalty belonged to her owner. After everything required by her mistress, she did all in her power to make the slave's lives as worthwhile as possible given the circumstances. It was fair to say she possessed strong maternal instincts toward everyone and anyone beneath her.
After the stream ebbed, Veronika put the moist, soft penis back into the pants. She buckled the belt, and the Horse walked away without putting any more thought into the slave. For Bernhard, the object fulfilled its purpose, and now he would sit down again on a chair and thus use another object. While taking a sip from his mug and thus using a different object.
For Veronika, who understandably didn’t consider herself an object, matters proved more difficult. The rotten smell and taste lingered in her mouth and nose. She tried to wipe the scent and moisture on her hands into her hip fur. She knew the Lioness who held the leash to her collar expected that she would lap up the pee that had dripped down. Thus the Bunny collected her self-discipline and began to clean the piss off the dirty floor with her tongue.
When done, the Lioness ushered her outside. The cutting cold hit the slaves immediately. However, Pussy, who has lived here for a long time, dealt well with the low temperatures. Despite being as nude as any slave, she endured the cold with little sign of discomfort. Conversely, Veronika used to live in a warm environment and was stunned by the temperatures when forced outside.
However, the Bunny knew what was expected from her. She walked behind a Bush and peed—a procedure that repeated every three hours during her service time. As a slave, she wasn’t permitted to use the outhouse. That was for people who either preferred the privacy of an actual toilet or had to do number 2. Veronika was eternally grateful she was not expected to deal with the customer's big business!
The Bunny collected the patron's urine and then released herself outside. Sparing the customers the uncomfortable walk to the outhouse. The poor girl sobbed as she thought of how low she had sunk. Suffering to drink pee to provide a minor service to the Inn’s customers. She hated every moment.
After she was done, she walked back to the Lioness. Who told her she was sorry but had to punish the Bunny again. Veronika knew that would come. She rarely had managed not to spill pee thus far. However, she got closer every time and hoped that soon, those punishments would become seldom.
Veronika screamed as Pussy rubbed her whole body with the cold snow. “Washing” the Bunny thoroughly. After the procedure, Veronika thought every bit of warmth had left her body. She shook and sobbed. Unexpectedly, the Lioness hugged the miserable Bunny. The feline whispered in the Bunny’s ear that she was proud of her. And that Veronika did well for such a short time. Veronika couldn’t help but hug back the other female.
She didn’t hate the Lioness. Even though she walked on a leash held by her and was punished by Pussy, Veronika understood that the Lioness had no choice. Her task was to do what she did, like the Bunny’s task was to drink pee. Despite being outside, Veronika hoped this moment to last forever. The other girl’s body so close to her was marvelous. She loved women but never had a girlfriend.
Pussy’s hard nipples pressed hard into her chest. That sensation enthralled her. The big hands of the feline rubbed her back. Veronika massaged the firm ass of the Lioness and noticed how her own hard nipples rubbed the Lioness’ body. Her juices ran down her legs. And when looking downward, she observed beads of the Lioness’s wet vagina running freely, too.
Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last forever. No matter how much Veronika wished for it. They entered the Inn again. Yet despite the punishment and the horrible task at hand, Veronika smiled. Despite being freezing cold, she hardly shook anymore, and the customers appeared less threatening to her. She had a job to do. Veronika didn’t enjoy the job, but her company on the other end of the leash was marvelous.
She wouldn’t be leashed forever. When her training concluded, Veronika would be freed from that chain. Then, the Bunny would “work” on her own. She didn’t look forward to that point as she did even hours before. She wanted to stay close to Pussy, and if that meant humiliatingly walking on a leash, so be it!
Even when Pussy approached a Rhino, the Bunny’s mood hardly soured. Despite knowing there was a zero percent chance of succeeding in drinking the load of that huge species.
Then, was it that bad to be punished again if the Lioness did it? Not that Veronika considered to fail on purpose. Not now, not ever. She knew the Lioness tried to protect the slaves, but she didn’t hesitate to dish out the big guns when one messed up badly.
With such a short time living here, Veronika didn’t learn much. Yet, she found out about two hefty punishments. The first one was the complete and permanent removal of fur. Humiliating in any context, but the cold added an unbearable aspect here. Even with fur, Veronika barely stood the temperatures.
The other and most significant punishment was to be sent into the cellar. No one but the Lioness knew what happened there. She had never told anyone. Only one thing was known: slaves sent there were never to be seen again. Except for the Lioness, who regularly went down and returned. In the basement, so it was said, lived the Inn owner, and gave Pussy the newest orders and tasks. But for any other slave, this was a one-way trip.
Veronika decided she would not strife to find out. Whatever happened down there was either deadly or worse. Maybe being an Urinal while bad wasn’t the worst.
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