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It drops a lot of history too, as I do intend to use the setting for a serious story at some point, both in its past and future.\n\nSome of it is kinky, with implied nasty stuff, since the world was made to be kinky, but to a degree where the more unusual and extreme things could be completely avoided, much like how this series has had nearly no connection to such kinks so far. After this one, it's likely gonna do a lot of timeskips to get the series switch phase, where it really begins. Prospect is about Pet, but it is only the first phase in Toy's story.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I finished this a bit ago and I seem to have just completely spaced on posting it. Back to the long form expansive projects that take me a lot longer than usual, this story started in November last year. Then with edits, revisions, and just kinda forgetting about it, I'd say it's good to go, and I want to move on to the later parts of this timeline now that it's been revealed what's in store.

Well for a lack of better naming, this installment is mostly just the explanations of the world. This series has existed in my Draahnkyrn Republic since it's beginning, but the world didn't really need any focus when the story was just about a girl being kidnapped and shown how to be a happy fuckpet. There have been mentions, but this is the one that sits down and tells what's up. It drops a lot of history too, as I do intend to use the setting for a serious story at some point, both in its past and future.

Some of it is kinky, with implied nasty stuff, since the world was made to be kinky, but to a degree where the more unusual and extreme things could be completely avoided, much like how this series has had nearly no connection to such kinks so far. After this one, it's likely gonna do a lot of timeskips to get the series switch phase, where it really begins. Prospect is about Pet, but it is only the first phase in Toy's story.", "writing": "Long months passed quickly, the crimson scaled dragoness Pet truly welcoming the pleasure and purpose this new life offered. Days blended together, but in the way that there was never a bad day, each morning bringing some new form of pleasure or anticipatory depravity. A little more actual pet play began to be worked into her routines, gradually and at her own pace. It was a hidden guilty pleasure before, and now that she was open to the prospect of being owned, she opened up herself.\n\nShe began worshipping her golden sergal master's body much akin to Toy, her ministrations going deeper and farther in his service than ever before. She did take up the offer on nasal tubes after talking to Toy about them, but she made sure the sergal paid top dollar for a special soft kind that caused very little irritation. She wouldn't lie to herself, she liked sucking dick, and the idea of having one constantly stuck in her mouth was intriguing at the very least.\n\nAs such, her face became her most regular hole, Kelt's knot commonly locked past her lips as her throat kept him warm. She got introduced to rimming him, licking his ass a regular thing to help him unwind from work now. Usually followed with him spending the next hour rock-hard in her neck. He was caring enough to thoroughly and regularly clean, making her job much more enjoyable, and thus more arousing to her. Pet would never say she'd be down to eat ass a year ago, but now it was a staple food in her diet.\n\nShe began sleeping beside him at all times, later moving to sleep on an especially comfy dog-bed when they weren't simply collapsing atop the covers after an exhaustive session of tying Pet up and pumping her holes full of cum. The ruby dragoness would often end up in Kelt's bed anyways, a morning blowjob or some variation of straining deepthroat a regular occurrence while he awoke. She was usually beside the black and white furred drake, Toy, where he would then help Kelt relieve other needs.\n\nWhen not directly being used by her master, Pet had a noticeable change of demeanor when she was carrying out her house duties. A direct influx of confidence filled her movements even when not explicitly for the purpose of showing off, instead a subtle showiness not unlike Toy's infused to her attitude. She pushed her chest out to ensure her breasts were well presented, and added a delightful sway to her hips as she moved, her body now clearly reveling in a new sexual purpose, and her joy of being beautiful, of being wanted. What made her even happier was how her new environment let her know for sure that she was adored, and there was no such thing as modesty to prevent her master from letting her know just how much he appreciated her looks and her service.\n\nThen beyond that, even when they were on a more lax day or casual time, her usual self was still there just with a bit of added pride and manners. She thought it silly and petty at first, that Kelt had a somewhat strict code of attitude, but she came to understand and enjoy it. He was helping her be her best self. Even if it was annoying at first with him having to point out her bad posture at the dining table.\n\nLeaps and bounds had been achieved with Pet, and somewhat unknowingly to her, her conditioning was almost complete. They had successfully made her into a purposeful object of sex and servitude, while still keeping the underlaying personality intact. On top of how it had been a mostly consensual process once their first bit of added stress was done. Toy didn't like having to kidnap her even if he knew she was the perfect match for those who would enjoy a life like his, but his master was clear with Toy's purpose: making people happy.\n\nBut not only his master was the target of his gifted happiness, and to spread it to other hidden submissive like Pet, that meant taking more people. To spread his joy of subservience to those who would embrace it, even if they didn't know it at first.\n\n\"You wanted to see me master?'' Toy said curiously as he stepped into the sergal's office loft. The drake was boyish, male and masculine enough to indicate, but he had a fit, lean, pleasing frame for all walks to find something in and a nice plush ass to boot. His lush and well-groomed fur was black, with white undertones for his belly and forelimbs, a small extra ring of white showing up a bit past where his ivory forearm and leg would meet his black. \n\nHe wore what he wore nearly every day, his name-bearing collar and limb-length shiny black latex sleeves and stockings, leaving his torso completely bare. This left his ass exposed for easy access, and his manhood on display. Though he was not as big as Kelt, the sergal simply bigger naturally in both body and cock, the drake was nice for his species. Nine inches, easier to say ten, a wondrous girth to accompany it, and a truly impressive knot that beat even Kelt's bulb out if only barely. His balls were that pristine white of his underfur, big and hefty, swaying under him as his sheath hugged the base of his hard cock.\n\nJet-black and always shiny with his sheath's juices, he was sharp and ridged, draconic and threatening if the size wasn't enough. His pointed tip was smothered in a perfectly form-fitting metal to his cockhead, the bumps on his shaft's underside revealing the numerous sounding beads attached to his metal covering, the base of his cock plug. He had a little pink-pill vibrator attached to the middle of his member, a wire leading to a control box stuck in the hem of one of his stockings.\n\nHe stood in the doorway to his master's office, a uniquely spartan room of business in the rustic mountain lodge they lived in. Kelt nodded to him, indicating for the drake to take a seat. He looked at the chair across from Kelt's desk, then instead opted to plop down onto the big blue exercise ball in the corner of the room, right next to the yoga mat. He flashed his typical cheery smile at the stoic sergal, \"So, whaddya need boss?'' He perked his brows and ears as his tail happily swished. \"Some under-table service?'' \n\nToy noticed the slight look he got from Kelt, subtly reminding him that his own manners had gone lax with the inclusion of the more talkative Pet to the home. The drake gave a somewhat apologetic look for his informality, \"I can provide anything you wish master, please tell me what to do.'' His sergal's face lost that edge with the return of manners, Toy happily smiling again.\n\nKelt shook his head and swiveled away from his workstation to face the boy with a more serious face than the drake expected. \"I think it's time to move to stage two.'' Kelt said with straightforward simplicity.\n\nToy blinked in hesitant surprise, freezing atop the bouncy sphere. \"Master, that is... [i]significantly[/i] ahead of schedule.'' He clasped his hands together as he anxiously bounced on the ball, rubber leggings making a humorous noise. \"While Pet is going above and beyond our expectations, she has still only been here for seven months. I thought the trial period would be at least a year. We know the initial natural cognitive impression molding works perfectly to a prospect that matches our desired profile, but that's just getting them to this point. We don't know about long term mental states, overall stress testing of the conditioning and loyalty, and a bunch of other stuff.''\n\nKelt tried to give a reassuring grin. \"Fair, but keep in mind the next part is just expansion of knowledge and eventually bureaucratic setup. Wouldn't it make sense to take your classes while examining Pet's long term behavior? That should save considerable time in the long run. I know you have experience in learning the ways of markets and business oversight, and I am also a valuable source, but you need to catch up on what's been going on in the Republic policy-wise. Make sure our loophole is still there, and if we can legitimize it further.''\n\nToy lifted a shiny arm to rub his chin in thought. \"True...'' He hummed a bit, thinking things over. \"I had wished to have continuous direct involvement with her during the year, but I suppose she is fairly accepting and obedient now. It shouldn't detract anything if I begin classes and can't spend as much time with her.'' He met Kelt's attentive silver eyes, returning to his happy smile. \"Though I suppose she spends more time with you than me nowadays too. She has fully accepted the sexual side of herself and embraced this life.'' The drake began gently nodding. \"So yeah, sure, let's move it up.''\n\nThe sandy furred sergal hummed approvingly, but he would have gotten that answer no matter what the drake said. \"Good, your classes start next month and are all online, so you don't need to reveal your identity. I've already registered you to the planned university under a false name, I'll email you the full details.''\n\nThe slightly bouncing drake paused with tall ears, breaking into a wide smile after a moment's hesitation. \"Boy, you are just a real go-getter, huh master?'' He hopped to his paws with a slight squeak, bounding the step over to Kelt and kissing the sergal on the nose before pulling back and heading to the door. with a tempting shake to his ass, baring a soft anus under a raised tail \"Thank you for thinking of me. Let me know when you want my butt as a thank-you tonight.''\n\nKelt tossed a chuckle to the drake as he closed the door behind him. \"Of course. Oh, and send Pet up when she's finished her housekeeping. I would like a warm mouth while I'm working.''\n\nToy's head popped in from the crack of the open door. \"Right away master.'' He grinned before yanking his head back and shutting the door.\n\n-\n\nThat little month passed by quickly, the newly acquainted companion allowing the house's attitude and wishes to shape her fully. The dragoness had fully accepted the title of Pet, and did her best to be a good one. But as is the nature with pets, even the largest ones go in for cuddles, Pet becoming a notorious lap-girl.\n\nThis was partially Toy's fault, since some of their favorite activities when graced with free time were couch snuggles. Pet was sensitive, her scales imparting a receptiveness to her, fully taking advantage of the warmhearted Toy. She liked fuzzy blankets, warm beds, typical creature comforts. \n\nSo when Toy, a boy so obsessed with having the best groomed fur on the planet, let her cuddle him, she was overjoyed. He was like the softest, fuzziest, self-heating, full-body bed-blanket combo. She couldn't get enough, and it soon spread to the desire to have more general contact with her master as well.\n\nBut for right now, it was just Pet and Toy on the big leather couch across from the fireplace, both laying down and spread horizontally over its surface, the two tightly embraced atop one another. Toy was on top, the taller and wider male smothering her in blissful well-shampooed fur as their arms wrapped around the other. The drake was even so kind as to remove his stockings for her, limbs uncovered and granting her the sweet caress of fluff.\n\nThey were both naked, nothing new or surprising, the girl's fitting C cups smushing to his own chest pleasantly, while his draconic shaft rested deep inside her passage, spreading her slit, knot wide and locking him in. He was gently wiggling atop her, snuggling, shifting that pleasant pelt almost like a massage while she hummed blissfully under him, each moment against her bringing delectable movement deep within her.\n\nShe half-moaned, half sighed in comfort, right to his ear. Then pulling him in a bit, \"Fuck, you smell good.'' This was a common statement made by Pet, but for two reasons, one why she says it to master, and another why she says it to Toy. Pet was receptive to natural sexual pheromones, as were most, but she did throughly enjoy Kelt's scent, especially after some rough sex. One of her favorite ways to wind down after the hours of blindfolds, ropes, and latex was for her to rest her head at his crotch, and recently his ass. \n\nThe reason why she says it to Toy coincides with his energetic response; \"Thank you! I love this conditioner so much, tea tree is just [i]wonderful[/i]~''\n\nThe red scaled woman clung tighter, soothed by his fuzz and his metal-coated tip pushing her cervix in. \"Fuuuuck you're deep. Go- go more, fuck me, please.''\n\nToy huffed as he throbbed in her sweltering depths, finding her smoothness just as curious as she found his fluffiness. \"Sorry Pet, you're a full member of the sub-club now, you need master's permission to cum, just like I do.''\n\nHer arms and legs wrapped around him, her hips gently moving to try and shift him further inside. \"[i]Fuck[/i],'' she said plainly, both in pleasure and disappointment. She let silence resume as he cuddled her, and she simply focused on the feelings going over her scales. Toy kept happily humming, almost purring over her, simply happy to make her happy.\n\nAnother long stretch of blissful enjoyment passes before the two knew it, both somewhat settling into their joint embrace. Pet seemed to especially calm down, going quiet and still despite the balls deep penetration of her cunt, something that set the boy on alert.\n\n\"Pet?'' He asked softly, lifting his head from beside hers to look at her. She seemed stoic, staring off to the side, not upset, but ponderous, unsure. \"You okay?''\n\nWithout a word she turned to meet his gaze. \"Yeah... I'm just... thinking too much again.'' She sighed quietly, hugging the fluffy drake tighter. Toy had been a strong pillar before she truly accepted this life of subjective degradation, hearing her issues and providing surprisingly valuable insight and advice. Toy did genuinely care for her and her mental well being, helped by knowing just how depraved her fantasies were.\n\nHis own features grew serious, though stayed positive, uplifting, willing to lend his ears and words. \"Ah. I know it has been a while since you truly gave up everything to become master's possession. Is that change weighing on you? Do you have regrets?''\n\nThere was a pause as the crimson dragoness flicked her orange eyes around Toy's. \"Not really... I'm never entirely sure how to express this, as this isn't exactly a common situation.''\n\nToy nodded, shifting over and inside her in ways that were comforting and assuring, bringing his muzzle down to nuzzle her for a moment. \"Tell me. Your explanation doesn't need to be competent or professional, just honest.''\n\nShe tightened her arms around him, thankful for his presence. For having a toy she could find comfort and joy in, just master did. \"It's not regrets, I'm not afraid. I just feel... shitty. Master talked to me early on, gave me an honestly convincing speech that put most of it away, but it's just...'' She sighed with a loss for words. \"I can't give you words or examples, just the concept; that my brain is rejecting this because of how I grew up in a world where this is illegal and wrong.''\n\nThe soft drake's hum was of thought now, \"Master gave a speech?'' He barely chuckled, \"Ah, did he give you the whole 'worth' spiel?''\n\nThe girl blinked at him, their faces still nearly touching. \"Yes... did he tell you that too?'' She suddenly felt less special, getting told a copy paste lesson on personal evaluation. Her brows kinked up a bit, processing this information until Toy pushed his snout to hers playfully.\n\n\"Hardly, he basically took what I felt about the situation and seems to have turned it into a message he could tell others. He was running it past me for weeks, nailing every sentence down like the little perfectionist master is. I should have guessed he'd break it out on you, I'm sure being able to give you the speech made his day.''\n\nNew contemplation came over the girl's scales, a bit of a blush joining. \"Oh. Well, I'm sure that knotting my face was pretty good for him too.''\n\nToy's grin grew a touch broader, \"Oh? Well I'd think so, he's really been enjoying oral with you, so you might have unknowingly given him one of the best days of his life.'' Pet's flushed cheeks grew a shade deeper, a sort of pride filling her. Yet the drake wasn't finished, too knowing of Pet. \"Now, while that little motivational speech helped you then, I know that it can't single handedly win a person over and erase all issues with becoming a sex slave.''\n\nThe girl gently nodded below him, unafraid to confirm her flawed thoughts.\n\nToy seemed to hold her tighter, but in a caring way, giving her warmth and comfort. \"There's so much about this life that defies words, so much that can't truly be vocalized. His speech took my main takeaway that I could speak of, but there is always more. Your issue isn't that you feel unfulfilled right? You feel... wrong, like you've thrown something away, or willingly defied some natural law.''\n\nA surprised and unsure nod came from the girl. \"I-I guess. Like... all the effort my mom put into raising me, all my work in school and my job, it's all just... erased. Not even, it's nullified, ignored, acknowledged then pushed aside, I feel like a disgrace to those who helped me get on my feet, only for me to become a... pet. Even a maid would be more dignified, but I lost my name, the only possession I truly have is my collar, and I am... [i]beyond[/i] ashamed to say that I love how master pulls it when he's taking me from behind. It just makes it all so much worse, I [i]shouldn't[/i] be enjoying this, I shouldn't get off so much to being a rich asshole's fuckpet when he [i]kidnapped[/i] me!''\n\nToy sighed over her, returning her more desperate grasp. \"I know. But first of all, do not beat yourself up for your sexual preference, people can be wired in all sorts of different ways, what matters is that you [i]do[/i] like it. Otherwise, under the fair absurdity of your attraction to a man who objectively did a horrible thing, there is a certain... loss in this choice, one that can strike deep. As master's speech no doubt stated, you have not become any less than you were, it's a change of shape, not material. I understand your plight. Before I was Toy, I was two things. A prodigy, and then a disgrace. I was born into a wealthy life, and my fathers quickly saw my aptitude brought from it, and I became a competent member of the family business before I was even of age.''\n\nHe gave her a tender nuzzle, \"Even though I only made my choice to become Toy due to how I lost that life already, becoming Toy the best way to salvage anything, there is still that sense of loss. Not even that I lost myself, a loss of skill and ambition, but rather the world lost a notable individual, a business lost a critical employee, a family lost a member.'' He paused, rare emotions flashing to his face, yet of slight anger. \"Though I suppose the family lost us before I came across master, they should have known what would happen if they kicked me out.''\n\nPet seemed curious alongside her doubt, about to speak when Toy flashed a smile. \"Ah-ah, not done yet. Haven't even reached the moral of the story.''\n\nShe blew some air in his face as he giggled, the crimson dragoness's brow raising in question.\n\nToy's grin was full of life and cheer again. \"Relax.''\n\nShe blinked. \"Relax?''\n\nA happy nod, \"Mhm. Relax. Take it easy. Chill out. Stop worrying.''\n\nHer face was slightly amused, but certainly not impressed. \"...That's it? That doesn't help.''\n\nThe drake snuggling her rolled his eyes with a bit of mock disappointment. \"Okay, so your issue is that you are overthinking living as a happy submissive fuckpet and losing your rights as a person. But now I think you might not be thinking enough.''\n\n\"Gee, thanks.''\n\n\"Oh hush. I don't mean relax as in your muscles. You need to relax your worldview. Not even that, just think about how well you [i]can[/i] relax now. No taxes, no big deadlines, no bills, no travel or issues. You are an object, a thing to be used, a pet that serves master and follows him. It sounds demeaning, degrading, humiliating. In ways, it is, but only if you allow it. Every cost you incur master pays, every need you require master meets, he bears the responsibility of our lives now.''\n\nToy got in close to her face, touching snouts again as he drove the point home. \"Is that not freedom? A freedom to simply be happy, to not worry about the perils of living in this unforgiving world? He makes our choices for us, removes the burden of responsibility. Such a heavy weight, responsibility of choice, a stressful thing that many avoid and push away instinctively, I know I did. Upon the removal of your free will, you have the capacity to truly relax within your new life. Call it what you want, submissiveness, subservience, slavery, it is still a tremendous relief on the mind once you leave judgement and choice to someone else.''\n\nA final little hum came as the drake finished his own speech, pushing that last bit forward to deeply kiss the girl, who had nothing better to do beside accept and reciprocate. He flexed himself deep within her, making her moan into their linked lips, and he pulled away as her mind seemed to settle behind her orange eyes. That signature joyful toy smirk was back, face and ears simply exuberant as he looked at her.\n\n\"So relax, and enjoy your freedom. Enjoy your life, enjoy your body, enjoy everything that master does for you and [i]to[/i] you. There's nothing to worry about besides making master happy, and the process for that usually makes you happy as well.'' Toy said with calm confidence with his warm exterior, seeing Pet begin to smile as she thought about his words.\n\nAfter some more quiet snuggle time, she chuckled. \"Thank you Toy. You always know just what to say.'' As he beamed at her and gave her a comforting vigorous nuzzle, Pet was content to simply resume her fixation on feeling his fur over her body. Then her eyes snapped open suspiciously, flicking to Toy's closed ones as he purred atop her. \"Toy?'' She asked quickly, making an ear flick as he cracked an eye open.\n\n\"Yes Pet?''\n\n\"Did you say 'fathers'? As in plural?''\n\nHe blinked, then fully opened his eyes. \"Oh, yeah, sorry. It's a Draahnkyrn culture thing, the 'nuclear family' for us in the Republic is two bonded males and a claimed female for reproduction. It's gonna be a whole thing to go over our cultural dynamics, so just put a pin in it for later.''\n\n\"Alright then...'' she said, somewhat confused at that. She knew that drake society was quite different from most Common Species, but to what extent was unknown to her. She shrugged under him, and let herself be swept away in his fluff for the rest of their free time.\n\n-\n\nToy took a deep breath, sitting at the new desk in his and Doll's room. Doll was Toy's stitched up identical twin, standing behind him, leaning over his head and rubbing Toy's shoulders. \"This is pretty serious Toy. Are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick while you do this?'' Much akin to his name, Doll wore mostly self-inflicted precision cuts down his limbs and over his body, aligned, symmetrical, crafted lines of stitches granting him his treasured 'seams' that allowed him to truly be master's doll. His appearance was unsettling and off-putting to the uninitiated, the maimed drake having gouged-out pits for eyes, linking with his seams for a harrowing display of bodily harm.\n\n\"Hah, no, not the first day. I can't have any distractions.'' Toy said, taking a calming assurance from the head resting atop his own. \n\n\"Alright, just remember that I'm here for you. This is our room, I'll be right behind you.''\n\n\"Thanks Doll.'' Toy sighed, brows up in emotion. \"Thank you so much V-\" Toy was interrupted by Doll nibbling his ear. Toy happily exhaled, looking up what bit he could to his twin. \"You... you know I cannot express what you mean to me.''\n\nThe twin above hummed pleasantly, still gently caressing as he moved to the next topic. \"How do the contacts feel?'' \n\nToy groaned, resisting the urge to rub his eyes. \"Annoying.'' He had contacts on to change his eye color, just a little security for the video calls. His identifying markings were the two tones of his arms and the extra ring, which was now concealed by a long sleeve shirt, something the drake found constricting and stuffy after spending years with his torso exposed. He still wore clothes fairly regularly on his trips to town, but they were usually pretty loose and casual.\n\nThese classes were being held by a premier Draahnkyrn school, a leader in law education for both their country and the Common's nations. Some professionalism is requested, and he was doing everything to draw as little attention to himself as possible, going casual would make him stand out. He wasn't getting a diploma, or even following an official program of study. He knew exactly what classes he needed to fill in his knowledge gaps, and those were all he would take. He had a goal, a contract to fulfill with his owner. \n\n\"Overall, I doubt anyone would recognize me, even with my normal eye color. Black fur and white secondary isn't exactly rare, and it's been about nine years since master took us in.''\n\nDoll continued to nuzzle into the top of Toy's head. \"Yeah, but better safe than sorry. Definitely can't have the police trying to 'rescue' us.''\n\nToy nodded. \"Much less [i]them[/i] going after us again.''\n\nThe top twin snorted. \"Like they ever would. I bet they don't even care that we're still missing, all they were looking for was a way to extend their reach. They probably had another kid already to carry on the family business.''\n\nToy reached a hand up to scritch Doll's face. \"Hence why this has to happen. They wanted us to make their name better, not make a name for ourselves.'' The drake took a satisfied breath. \"So we got different names, and boy oh boy, what a name I shall return with.'' Smiling to himself, the word toy carrying more worth to him than his given name did.\n\nDoll chuckled. \"Oh man, they are gonna be [i]pissed[/i] to see you happy and thriving without them.''\n\nToy pulled his twin's head down to kiss his cheek and nuzzle it affectionately for a moment. \"Quite. Now go on, class is about to start and you can't be in the frame.''\n\n\"Hmm, you got it.'' The blind twin patted Toy's shoulder before pulling off him, leaving Toy to sit at the desk as he returned to the bed, out of the webcam's view.\n\nSuddenly the screen flared to life with a grid of faces, many drakes but some Commons as well. One took the center stage, \"Good morning everyone, I'll be your professor...''\n\n-\n\nThere was a final sigh to follow a final heavy gulp, Toy lifting his lips off Kelt's sheath as both lay in his bed. The drake took a few breaths before licking his lips. \"Thanks for the drink master.''\n\nKelt hummed as he rest upon a few poofy pillows. \"Of course. You are free of classes at noon today, correct? I will likely need to empty again by then.''\n\nToy nodded as he sat up, pulling his phone from his legging. He didn't wear the gloves until all his classes were over, so that way he could easily slip in and out of a nice shirt, only his upper body needed to be seen with virtual classes. He checked the big numbers on the lock screen. \"Speaking of, I gotta run. Pet will have to handle breakfast in my place.'' He looked at Kelt with a lecherous look. \"And how much did you drink last night? Your morning release isn't usually so long.'' He dropped a hand to rub his belly, new warmth inside it. \"Or filling.''\n\nThe sharp sergal just smirked back with a shrug. Toy laughed a bit, swiftly leaning down to kiss Kelt's ballsack tenderly before jumping off the bed and bounding out of the room.\n\n\"See you for lunch!'' He said as he padded down the stairs. \"And ask Pet to bring some food when she makes it!'' He shouted back as he remembered piss isn't a balanced breakfast. Kelt chuckled to himself as his toy ran to his room to make the class call on time.\n\nWith all the commotion, the other lump under the covers rustled, a silver haired head of a crimson scaled dragoness popping out, blinking wearily. \"Wha- What's going on?'' Pet said slowly, shaking slumber out of her mind.\n\nKelt reached out to ruffle her bedhead. \"Nothing Pet. Toy was just taking care of my bladder before his classes.'' \n\nPet nodded, shuffling closer to him, pressing her body to his, feeding off his warmth and soft fur. \"Oh good...'' She mumbled, \"Lemme wake up a bit more, then you can fuck my throat.'' She gently shifted against him, squirming deeper below the covers. Soon she was halfway down the bed, her face near Kelt's reclined crotch. She rolled her upper body onto his legs, smushing her nice breasts to him as she nuzzled against his sheath and full orbs. She relaxed once more, content here, surrounded by her master in sight, touch, and smell.\n\nThe next day started much the same, with the initial morning ritual complete, it wasn't long before everyone fully woke up on Saturday. Pet was given her sloppy facefuck, ending with an early protein deposit before another quick round of plowing her pussy. Toy would then clip her leash onto her collar and take her out back for a 'walk' while Kelt showered.\n\nThis time was usually just some extra exercise time for the ruby dragon girl, not actually crawling on all fours, just going and taking some time to walk around the surrounding forest property. Occasionally the two did like to throw a frisbee or ball in the cool morning air, otherwise going on a short walk to the creek down the hill. \n\nThe backdrop of mountains and forest was pleasant, a serendipitous soundtrack of birds and rustling leaves punctuating their footsteps. Pet chose to go on 'walks' simply to appreciate her surroundings, and have some more time outside. Toy was right after all, living in the mountains was quite lovely, and Pet much preferred being out there on a leash than walking free on a city street, her entire life spent within bleak cities.\n\nThey got back inside fairly quickly, usually only twenty minutes spent on the walks. The two would shower if the morning sex or walk was vigorous enough to undo the nightly shower, then the toys and pets began making breakfast. During this, Kelt sipped morning coffee and read, often on the deck when weather permitted. Once the food was ready, the others would join him on the deck furniture, bringing plates and tasty smells, all settling in to the start of the weekend.\n\nWeekends were nice, to all residents of the lodge. While Kelt still had emails and calls to respond to, he more or less had actual free time on these days. The man and his three possessions were sitting on the outdoor couch and chairs, enjoying the day and scenery as usual. Breakfast had come and gone, plates cleared and nothing was immediately slated for tasks. \n\nToy, the black and white furred drake, stood by the railing, taking everything in with unending awe. Pet was sprawled out over the wicker couch, eyes closed as long ovular ears flitted with bird chirps. The stoic golden furred sergal was sitting in one of the nice rocking chairs, Toy's mangled twin Doll between Kelt's legs and lavishing his cock with luxurious licks and gentle smooches.\n\nThe tall sergal was rumbling in pleasure, getting lower and deeper with every minute. He was holding his tablet as Doll worshipped him, no doubt reading a few emails that put him in a sudden bad mood. Before long the once pleasured purrs turned to a bassy growl. Kelt dropped the device onto the table in front of the furniture, scowling. He quickly stood, anger in his posture and speed, Doll yelping as he was tossed back onto his butt.\n\nThen Kelt reached down and grabbed the laced drake by one of his horns, dragging him into the house. Doll's surprised exclamations quickly turned to sheer excitement. \"Yes!'' He shouted as he was yanked through the sliding door, an insane smile across his lips. \"Ha-ha! Yes! Use me master! I'm here for you to hurt!'' \n\nThe sergal strode purposefully to the stairs, silver eyes determined and cock hard. Doll went limp along the floor after doing a final fist-pump when they reached the landing. \"Break me! Make me have to sew myself together again, like a real doll!'' The twisted drake's pleading yells echoed up from the lower floor.\n\nToy sighed out to the mountains, while Pet looked over to him. \"I worry about him sometimes.'' She said calmly.\n\nThe comparatively normal drake shrugged. \"You really shouldn't. He gets off to that like nobody's business, and master would never go too far.''\n\nThe bare naked dragoness glanced back at the open sliding screens as the slam of the basement's metal door made it to her ears. \"Well then.'' She looked around blankly, kinda bored but not really wanting to start her duties yet. \"How's classes going?'' Pet asked while standing up, walking over to stand beside the latex wearing boy-toy. \n\nHe snorted. \"They suck more ass than I do.''\n\nShe leaned on the broad wooden railing with him. \"That bad huh?''\n\n\"Mhm.'' Was the simple response. The dragoness looked over to him, seeing his eyes focused on the landscape, thoughts no doubt running rampant behind his blue eyes. She wasn't used to seeing Toy being so contemplative, he was always the one who had it together in her mind. Perfect acceptance of his role and future, enabling him to lend ears and words towards her to ease her own mind. \n\n\"What are you studying anyways? Trying to get a masters?'' She said with a hint of humor. \n\nIt brought a faint smirk to his face, though his ears remained slanted in thought. \"Business law. With a touch of psychology.''\n\nShe nodded casually, internally mildly surprised. \"Sounds fancy. Master kicking you out? Need a job or something?''\n\n\"No, it's just a stepping stone to make good on a promise. I'm just... planning something.''\n\nNow Pet looked to him assuringly, dropping her hand to his gloved palm tenderly. \"Must be big then, because you've certainly got some big things on your mind.'' He turned to look at her with questioning interest. \"You've always been there to hear me out when I was confused. If I could give back even a portion of the understanding and confidence you gave me...'' She sighed into his eyes. \"I was a project lead once, you can talk to me about sprawling long-term plans.''\n\nThey were both sent back to the end of her trial week, the night she made her choice. How they stood in this exact spot, with Toy opening up to her the most he ever had to date. She smiled, it was warm and caring, like a mother mixed with a good friend. \"You don't have to, I know you like to keep to yourself, if you're not comfortable discussing it...''\n\nToy looked at her with a suddenly relaxed smile, letting out a breath with it. \"No, I should probably tell you. You've discovered your place at master's side, and you knowing could only help us. I suppose I've blue balled you for a while huh? I told you a bit about myself so long ago, then never added another peep.''\n\nPet waved a hand, \"Oh no, I'm not trying to pry, it's just that you seem troubled and...''\n\nToy then turned the hand she placed hers over, the two holding hands on the railing. \"Don't worry, I'll have to open up eventually. Might as well start with you.'' He looked back to the lush green hills. \"I'm studying so I can start a company. One in the Republic. A company that is the first of its kind, and that kind could be considered... questionable.'' He took a deep breath, feeling solace in her hand in his. It was strange to talk about this with someone besides his brother and master. \"You know of the Draahnkyrn repossession draft, right?''\n\nThe dragoness shook her head. \"Not really. I know drakes are a pretty controversial and important part of the global society, but my nation was pretty inward-focused after the cataclysm.''\n\nA bit of a settling exhale came from Toy. \"Well buckle up, this is probably going to take a while. How much do you know about drakes?''\n\nPet shrugged, \"I just know of your guys' treatment of girls, and that it is... less than modern.''\n\nToy nodded. \"A fair view to have, not without some truth to it. My dad is essentially married to our guardian, another guy that is the second head of the house. Reik was basically our other parent, and is the actual spouse of our dad, while mom was more or less a concubine. There to serve and make kids, though she is still a wonderful mother. Women can't be legally married, instead, they are claimed by a male. But that claiming is nothing like slavery, or even what we did to you. It's basically a lesser marriage, one that came with the female sex only being designed after multiple male-only drake generations were manufactured. We see girls not as inferior, just unproven, needing to be protected like every other species in the world. The drake's number one directive is still the preservation of life, our military design persists somewhat to this very day.''\n\n\"Ah, that's that 'fathers' thing you mentioned a while ago. So the claiming is like the people who get married without a celebration? Just sign a few documents and you're together in the eyes of the law? Just... you're only there to be a traditional housewife?''\n\n\"Kinda. The claim, or the domestic contract, is for a male drake to take in and provide for a female drake, where she will return the good life he provides by giving him her body and services. Of course, surely you know drakes are extremely sexual creatures, and our military background nearly eradicates all modesty. So most people, even guys, walk around naked or in skimpy clothes so they can show themselves off and have easy access.''\n\nToy waved a hand over his own garments, explaining his exceptional joy of wearing nothing on his torso. \"Women also get final say in the domestic contract's duration, choosing to split off from their claimant if mistreated. And a girl doesn't have to be claimed, they can still get jobs and live on their own, or find a male who offers a more modern arrangement through the domestic contract. It's not one carbon copy agreement, it can be changed as it's signers wish. So it's... different, a little backwards in ways, but not barbaric. The girls are still very much so people and citizens, unlike you and me in master's eyes, but most enjoy and stick to the 'traditional' lifestyle.''\n\nThe dragoness blinked a bit. \"You're telling me that drakes are massive sluts, the girls embrace being used for sex in exchange to being provided for, and enjoy all the benefits and other freedoms of a modern society?'' \n\nToy looked at her with a bit of shame as he nodded. \n\nShe grinned at him. \"Well shit, I should have been living there my entire life.'' He visibly relaxed a bit as she went on. \"Here I was thinking you enslaved your girls and forced them to... well, be your toilets. That's what all my family thought of you guys.''\n\nThe drake cringed back a bit with that. \"Again, it's more complicated, but not too far off. There are two main genetic models of females, standard and the actual 'traditional' model. Originally, girls were given less freedoms and assigned to contracts just for the sake of population, for the first few years, and the government changed their genes so that their digestive system was designed to entirely subsist on biological waste.''\n\nToy took a moment on how to structure the explanation for this. \"Drakes are a genetically engineered species, and we were still in the height of military mode, so they wanted to streamline all supply chains by, yes... making them toilets. But! That has since changed and the standard ones are normal drakes who eat normal foods, expecting mothers can opt their daughter into the traditional genes if they want them to be living on waste. Most still do, and it is common for a traditionally claimed girl to serve as their claimant's toilet, though I'm not even going to try to explain why. Point is, they have the option not to.''\n\nShe stared at him. \"Okay. If they choose it, then who am I to judge.'' She shrugged afterwards. \"I get off to huffing ass and being choked by a leash as my pussy gets reamed. People can be weird.''\n\nThe drake shrugged a bit. \"Yeah, I mean, I really love chugging master's piss, so maybe it [i]is[/i] genetic.'' A slight chuckle preceded his descent back to seriousness. \"Spontaneous culture lesson aside, the repossession draft. Any drake who is defective, read: disabled, or delinquent have their bodies taken by the military. They are put in encasement suits that hijack their body and are soldiers until they die. It's kinda fucked, but totally legal, as drakes have something called body property. Such that your birth certificate is also the deed to your body, and your sovereignty over said body could be stripped. This came from us initially being manufactured instead of born, however the only thing that actually uses this is the draft.''\n\nHe stared back off into the verdant distance, \"It's... not great. Getting encased is not only a death sentence, but you typically become unable to control your own body, reduced to a passenger. Obviously if you're a willing soldier, the suits just enhance your capabilities, though most draftees aren't willing. The conscript's minds never last as long as their bodies.''\n\n\"Yeesh. That's pretty heavy. I mean, I know you guys were designed to save the world by any means necessary, and that usually meant your own lives, but that seems straight fucked.''\n\nA somber sigh came from the drake. \"I agree. Though it is the best possible option. Us Draahnkyrn know the cold calculus of war too well. A hundred conscripts know suffering like no other so that a billion civilians have a chance to live a full life. The Cataclysm is over, but the threat still exists. So, we still do as we were created to do, and guard the zones, and that requires soldiers. But hey, even though the conscripts are encased, at least they aren't being raped and abused like the original Cataclysm models were.''\n\nPet blinked. \"What?''\n\nHe turned to look at her, a brow raised. \"What? Did you not know the Republic operates on a protocol of indefinite Array containment, or-\"\n\n\"No, the rape. What?''\n\nToy looked slightly concerned. \"What don't you get?''\n\n\"The beta model drakes weren't raped, were they? I was taught they were certainly enslaved and mistreated, but raped? The Commons mass produced a genetically engineered species of soldier to sacrifice in their stead. Not sunshine and roses, but I didn't think they'd rape and shit when you're literally the last chance to save all life on earth. In fact, I was taught you basically became a power-driven military state once you were freed, and that you keep the zones garrisoned for power projection to the other continents. I was honestly kinda afraid of drakes as a kid, as it was hammered in that you could overrun the world's militaries stupid easily, and that [i]you[/i] were the new threat.''\n\nThe drake looked at her with brows a touch saddened. \"Early drake models were designed with the inability to refuse a direct order. The original drakes were made to be soldiers. That means they served under other soldiers. These other soldiers, Common species soldiers, had needs and frustrations during a war where losing meant extinction. Many saw our instilled obedience as an opportunity. As for your image of us, it seems the Coalition's member states haven't gotten over the fact that their former slaves are a world power.''\n\nShe shook her head, \"Yeah, I'm getting that vibe a bit, but was there really full on systematic rape and stuff? Not saying you guys weren't mistreated, but nothing I've ever seen or read about the Cataclysm mentions such behavior. I know most of our teachings are biased, and I did try to do some actual research while I was in college.''\n\nToy propped an arm up on the railing and set his snout onto his palm. \"Haven't you wondered why our society is so sexually focused after we were freed? Not all rapes and abuse were violent obviously, and with military indoctrination we had no negative social stigma to rape, or anything to really compare our lives to. All we had were textbook definitions. It was just... one sided sex, if it wasn't actual violent rape. So when we got autonomy, we were super thrilled to find that there was [i]two[/i] way sex. And obviously willing sex feels good, so people want to find partners, which means looking sexy, which means being seen, yada yada yada, end result: most of our population is naked or wearing casual lingerie in day to day situations to be able to fuck whoever catches their eye.''\n\nShe looked out at the trees where Toy once was staring. \"Huh. Well shit, I guess I have even more research to do.''\n\nA gentle smile came from the drake. \"I can link you to the Draahnkyrn historical database. Should clear a lot up. But, the point is, everything sucked then, the Commons were losing people like, well... like the world was ending. Those soldiers were losing friends and family, of course they needed to vent. We can't forgive the bad ones, but we can understand them. Nowadays, things suck on the edges, so that inner society is nice and pretty.''\n\nPet quietly sighed, \"Yeah, but it's still a morally grey area. Your whole society is [i]objectively[/i] immoral about certain things.''\n\nA short nod from Toy, \"True, but that could be argued somewhat.''\n\nThe little hum she gave asked her question for her.\n\nToy shrugged slightly, this severe derailment of the topic sending him to thoughts he rarely expressed, or contemplated on his own. \"Well, objectively speaking, what is moral?''\n\nPet sighed again, \"Okay, don't hit me with some philosophy bullshit. I'm here to suck dick, not write a thesis.''\n\nBoth chuckled a bit, with Toy responding. \"No, no, nothing like 'what even [i]is[/i] society man?', my reasoning is a little more direct. While a lot of things you deem 'moral' are objectively good things, some are subjective too. My simple and short question to you is where did the world's notion of moral come from? What was the basis and foundation for the civilization and society that is the Common coalition, and the nations that make it up?''\n\n\"Uhhh. Politics? All of history? Society doesn't just have one reason like that.''\n\nToy then met her eyes with an almost giddy look. \"But it does, doesn't it? How many nations are founded on the ruins of the ones that came before? How many laws are copied from the ancient databases? Your civilization's early stages weren't developing what there is today, but adapting what was left behind. Every common nation has its foundation in the human one before it. Long after they have left, their language persists, their buildings, their programs, their technology, their laws, [i]their[/i] morals. What you deem to be moral and right, is so, but it is the [i]human's[/i] wrong and right you follow. And do not forget that they are gone.''\n\nPet smacked her palm to her red scaled forehead. \"Ah, right. The humans. Fuck, we're getting into some deep thoughts that haven't gone through my head since college ancient history.''\n\n\"Mhm. I agree drake society doesn't align with your modern morals, but it is not criminal or oppressive, not [i]unnecessarily[/i] cruel or hurtful. It is [i]different[/i], behavior and morals that are truly new to match this new world after humanity. In fact, in other ways we are more progressive than your Common countries could be. Our instilled directive of the preservation of life carries through to politics and markets. No corruption, no greedy corporations, no drake seeks power without righteous cause.'' His eyes squinted, \"Well, almost no drake would. There are always exceptions, though our judicial system makes short work of them.'' The drake's eyes grew narrower. \"Usually.''\n\nWashing a surprising amount of anger off his face, he gave a bit of dismissive hand roll with a slight smile. \"Though it helps that our economy and manufacturing is the best in the world, we can easily support a high military budget and expansive domestic social programs. I get that we are a unique case in both will and capacity. I'm not saying your species is incapable of making a better society, it's just that you shuffled the deck to stack against you.''\n\nHands waving in defeat, Pet tried to move on. \"Okay, alright. I can see where you're coming from, and that is an argument that [i]could[/i] be made.'' She clasped the railing again, \"But I am not here to have an ethical debate with you. I am a pet. I'd much rather you just bend me over this railing and wreck my asshole than all this philosophical stuff.'' She made sure to smile at the latex laden boy beside her. \"Though I do appreciate the [i]stimulating[/i] conversation. It is nice to talk about something with some weight once and awhile, and to be reminded of the greater world I live in, even if I wish to never hear of anything outside this house.''\n\nToy reached up to scratch the back of his head, tail curling between his legs a touch as he gave a slight awkward chuckle. \"Ah, sorry. I suppose I did just slam the gas on that tangent. I uh... like history and these kinda ideas. Humans fascinate me.'' He began beaming at her, \"But you're right. I'm just a toy, thus this topic doesn't arise much in my life, so thanks for giving me a bit of an outlet for it.''\n\n\"No problem Toy, if you want someone to run on about this stuff to, lemme know. I won't have much to add to it, but I'll listen. You've sure listened to me enough. Now come on, I forgot what we were actually talking about.''\n\nThe furrowed brows of thought came onto Toy's draconic muzzle, ear flicking as his slight mane of white fur blew in the breeze. \"Hmmm. So, we were talking about drakes, then humans. Started with ethics, soooo- Right! Talking about encasement, and thus the 'body-property' law.''\n\nPet snapped her fingers, \"Yeah, that sounds about right. What's the law mean for you? Is it good for your idea? Bad? Wait, what even is your idea? Did you even tell me?''\n\nToy shook his head, relaxing against the railing with his trademark toy cheeriness. \"No, I don't think I did. At least not fully. I aim to make a company that will let people sell their bodies to become toys and pets like we are, using that legality. So... yeah. The Draahnkyrn Republic is actually the only place on earth we can legally do this, so history and philosophical lesson aside, drakes are gonna play a big role in it.''\n\nShe blinked at him. \"Well that's a great idea. But I was expecting something more... surprising.'' \n\nHe tilted his head to her. \n\nShe elaborated, \"You are a toy. In fact you are [i]the[/i] Toy. Your whole deal is making other people happy. You know that the life we live is possible of spreading your happiness and desire for it, it would make sense that you want to get more people to be like us. I feel like even if you couldn't find a way to do it legally like this, you would start an underground crime ring to 'show people the light', so to speak.''\n\nToy gave a faint genuine smile at her. \"I'm so happy you can see that.'' He looked back out to the vibrant green. \"You really do get me.'' He was silent for a moment, both standing. He sighed, steeling himself. \"Since we're just going on a talking spree today, I got one last bombshell for you. I chose you. For master to take. You're here because of me. You should know.''\n\nShe looked at him with nothing more than intrigue. \"Oh?''\n\nThe drake nodded. \"I should say, it takes a special kind of person to be a possession. Not everyone is cut out for it, not everyone who tries to sell themselves to me will be accepted. There is a specific profile one must follow to truly be happy with this kind of life. You were the test case of that profile.''\n\nPet shot him a look, \"What if I was stubborn and didn't agree though? Would you really have just left me out in the woods to die?''\n\nShaking his head vehemently, \"Heavens no, we would never kill someone like that. We would forcibly re-sedate you then just take you home while leaving you no evidence that could implicate us, while also giving you a memory wipe drug. As master said, he can't take what he wants. The first two days you were here were to add stress and a dire situation to make you more accepting of the idea. Ideally, those who sell their body are already in dire straits. The next week was us actually showing you what life was like if you embrace it, making it a valid choice in your mind. Hopefully my marketing department can handle that portion.'' He flashed a half smile at her.\n\nHe noted her looking at him intently, orange eyes full of interest, not anger or betrayal. \"I think the profiling was right then. I am legitimately happy here. I know my worth. My future is certain, and it is a good one. I am set free by master taking my free will.'' Toy nodded back to her as her own smile grew. \"So thank you. For choosing me, and not someone else. I won't dwell on what I could have been, because I could have been many things. Most of them unhappy.''\n\nToy began to look more and more relaxed, \"That is a very mature way to see it. Thank you for being the Pet we knew you could be.'' He leaned over to kiss her forehead. \n\n\"Oh stop, get me any wetter and you'll make my vibrator slip out.'' She gave a sarcastic lustful look to him.\n\nHe peered down to her slit, seeing the once hidden black-capped purple cylinder protruding slightly. Though there was already a small puddle on the deck, clear lines running down her peachy inner thighs. \n\n\"Well, we can't have that.'' He took his hand from hers and cupped her mound, making her gasp a bit as he pushed the buzzing toy deeper into her and held it there. Her knees seemed shaky for the rest of the conversation. They both returned to gazing out over the picturesque nature as he held her quivering pussy. \n\n\"S-So that explains what you're doing, but not [i]why[/i].''\n\nToy gave her an apologetic look. \"Ah, right. Well, you've been with master long enough, I'm sure he's let it slip how he wishes to provide the choice we made to a wider population, and for that choice to be more socially acceptable. The drake society is the only real viable option for this, so when he found me and my brother, it was a miracle for him. He got to train two amazing toys and suddenly his previous dreams could be made reality. I could tell he was special the moment he came across me and...''\n\nThe drake suddenly became somber, his words petering off before halting entirely. Pet dropped her now empty hand to lay over the one he had on her nethers. \"Again, if you're uncomfortable...''\n\nShaking his head, \"I'm just unsure about my ability to carry out my part. I still don't really like myself, who I was.''\n\nShe smiled at him. \"I know you'll do great. You've been an inspiration to me ever since I learned my place. But it seems you have self-image issues. If you don't mind me asking... who... were you?''\n\nToy took a deep breath. \"I'm sorry, but... I would rather not answer that.''\n\nThe dragoness gave a polite nod. \"That's fine, you would tell me if you wanted.'' She faintly smiled at him. \"I respect you a great deal, Toy. I will respect your choice no matter how much I want to know.''\n\nHe stared at her for a moment, only seeming to sink deeper into sadness. \"I don't wish to speak of it, but I suppose you should have context at least.'' His emotions came to the surface of his being, sadness and guilt shining out between his usually happy and forward demeanor. \"Doll exists because I fucked up. My brother is that mess of a man because I was too selfish. [i]Everything[/i] is my fault. [i]I[/i] did that to him. [i]I[/i] made him give up a successful life because I was a stupid child.''\n\nToy took a deep breath before steeling himself, regaining control. \"I did some stupid awful shit that I couldn't get out of, it was tearing me apart. He tried to help me, and it only got him hurt. He didn't take his eyes out, he didn't make the scars on his chest, those [i]fucks[/i] gave him those. He made all the other scars to hide what has been done to him, his loss hidden under the fanatical lust to be master's doll. That perversion is nothing but a sick masochistic coping mechanism. So I had to do everything I could to help him. I had to find a way for us to disappear, to be taken care of and guarded. Master was my only option, and his price was my body, my identity, my being in its entirety.'' He seemed to return that thin smile she gave him moments before. \"I signed my life away in an instant, right there in the street while the ambulance was on its way.'' \n\nHe looked back to the rolling forests, voice quiet. \"It's the only choice I don't regret.''\n\nA terse moment of silence came as Pet processed the statement, slight understanding dawning. She knew he was close to Doll, suspiciously so, catching them fucking multiple times, and in actual tender embraces even more, but now it seems clear that Toy's devotion was split between two people. Or, one person and one object. But after the wellspring of emotions passed, Toy glanced back at her with a fresh smile and push to her vibrator.\n\n\"But what I've done is not important now, it's what I'll do. Which is to make reality master's dream of giving people the option to choose subservience. Though I will admit, I am glad it is still a ways off.''\n\nPet blinked to him, \"Really?''\n\nA slightly somber nod came. \"Yes. When the company is made and is running, I will be in charge of it. Thus, I will no longer be here, instead at an office. When it is time, I will no longer be at master's side. No longer be free of responsibility.'' Pet could hear the impending sadness in his tone, clearly not looking forward to the separation. \"I will have Doll with me, and I'll be alright in the end as long as I have him, but it will be tough.''\n\nShe gave him a look of concern, \"I'm sorry Toy. But couldn't master get someone else to run the company? Why does he have to kick you out?''\n\nToy gave a wistful smile, \"No, it must be me. Who is best suited to run a toy company besides a toy? That will be quite the marketing campaign. Besides, recall that I was a prodigy once. Running a business is something I was born to do, and have nearly done before.''\n\nHumming contemplatively, she looked back to the nature around her. \"Sounds like you got it pretty thought out then.''\n\nToy snorted, \"Yeah I do, it's been the last few years of my life.''\n\nPet felt interested in this topic, in more ways than mental. Maybe it was just the vibrator and how it was being rubbed into her depths, but the concept of repeating her process, about seeing people as products, was thrilling to her. Damn, she didn't even know she had that desire, Toy's profile knew her better than herself. \"So I don't wanna impede the mood or anything, but the people into toys idea is [i]really[/i] turning me on, and I want to know more. Could you continue please?''\n\nWithin two minutes the two were back on the couch, though Pet was seated normally on it while Toy was kneeling between her legs, muzzle sealed around her slit. The dragoness was shivering and tensing as his dextrous tongue slid around inside her, reaching places no mouth ever could in her experience. He pulled his head back, facial fur matted with juices as he dragged his tongue out of her tunnel. \"And so the base-line idea is to have a few different grades of products. Mass produced, specialized, and personal batch.''\n\nHis lips reaffixed to her mound, making Pet moan into the open air once more before pulling off again. \"Mass produced will be the cheapest and most standard types. Most training will likely be done through machines, since the staff and time needed to replicate what we do here in a profitable way just isn't feasible. Specialized will be those sent to a training facility to be trained by personnel, for either broadly enhanced training and behavioral conditioning, or a requested specialized skill set.'' \n\nHe leaned forward to lick over her folds a few times, wiggling the agile tip over her button to make her squirm. \"While the personal batch will be the extremely few, and [i]expensive[/i], individuals who will go through personal training at the hands of me, or a few selected toys and pets who were also personally trained by me. Such that these will be the best of the best, and have that special one-on-one level behavior molding that makes them stand above the norm.''\n\nThe rest of the afternoon was filled with the dragoness's pleasured cries, the thankfully weatherproof deck couch being soaked with her fluids over the course of a long tonguefuck. She only grew louder as time went on, every time he felt her nearing the peak, he backed off her cunt and did more explaining as she whined in near-release. By the time Kelt came back up, Pet was a gushing mesh of a girl, perfectly ready to be taken to the tall sergal's room after being edged for hours.\n\nAs Toy padded downstairs, already hearing her moans as they stopped, a sergal cock no doubt plugging her neck, he smiled. He stopped by a closet in the lower living room, mainly used to hold camping supplies, and grabbed the robust first aid kit. Swiftly opening the door to his and Doll's room, he saw his twin sprawled out over the plastic sheet on the bed, bleeding from torn seams and scratches, laying in a messy puddle of crimson, interspersed with pearly white.\n\nYet the maimed face of Doll was smiling, in a bliss-fueled haze as his cock softened, drooling cum joining the red puddle around him. Two clicks came as Toy popped open the medical kit, squeaks coming as his rubber stockings sat on the waterproof bed sheet to happily aid his twin. They shared smiles as they worked, through the disinfecting, the stitching, the bandaging. Toy hated seeing Doll in pain, but he could plainly see his sibling's satisfaction, and was simply happy to see his lifelong companion happy, now with white linen blocking out the dripping red.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Long months passed quickly, the crimson scaled dragoness Pet truly welcoming the pleasure and purpose this new life offered. Days blended together, but in the way that there was never a bad day, each morning bringing some new form of pleasure or anticipatory depravity. A little more actual pet play began to be worked into her routines, gradually and at her own pace. It was a hidden guilty pleasure before, and now that she was open to the prospect of being owned, she opened up herself.

She began worshipping her golden sergal master's body much akin to Toy, her ministrations going deeper and farther in his service than ever before. She did take up the offer on nasal tubes after talking to Toy about them, but she made sure the sergal paid top dollar for a special soft kind that caused very little irritation. She wouldn't lie to herself, she liked sucking dick, and the idea of having one constantly stuck in her mouth was intriguing at the very least.

As such, her face became her most regular hole, Kelt's knot commonly locked past her lips as her throat kept him warm. She got introduced to rimming him, licking his ass a regular thing to help him unwind from work now. Usually followed with him spending the next hour rock-hard in her neck. He was caring enough to thoroughly and regularly clean, making her job much more enjoyable, and thus more arousing to her. Pet would never say she'd be down to eat ass a year ago, but now it was a staple food in her diet.

She began sleeping beside him at all times, later moving to sleep on an especially comfy dog-bed when they weren't simply collapsing atop the covers after an exhaustive session of tying Pet up and pumping her holes full of cum. The ruby dragoness would often end up in Kelt's bed anyways, a morning blowjob or some variation of straining deepthroat a regular occurrence while he awoke. She was usually beside the black and white furred drake, Toy, where he would then help Kelt relieve other needs.

When not directly being used by her master, Pet had a noticeable change of demeanor when she was carrying out her house duties. A direct influx of confidence filled her movements even when not explicitly for the purpose of showing off, instead a subtle showiness not unlike Toy's infused to her attitude. She pushed her chest out to ensure her breasts were well presented, and added a delightful sway to her hips as she moved, her body now clearly reveling in a new sexual purpose, and her joy of being beautiful, of being wanted. What made her even happier was how her new environment let her know for sure that she was adored, and there was no such thing as modesty to prevent her master from letting her know just how much he appreciated her looks and her service.

Then beyond that, even when they were on a more lax day or casual time, her usual self was still there just with a bit of added pride and manners. She thought it silly and petty at first, that Kelt had a somewhat strict code of attitude, but she came to understand and enjoy it. He was helping her be her best self. Even if it was annoying at first with him having to point out her bad posture at the dining table.

Leaps and bounds had been achieved with Pet, and somewhat unknowingly to her, her conditioning was almost complete. They had successfully made her into a purposeful object of sex and servitude, while still keeping the underlaying personality intact. On top of how it had been a mostly consensual process once their first bit of added stress was done. Toy didn't like having to kidnap her even if he knew she was the perfect match for those who would enjoy a life like his, but his master was clear with Toy's purpose: making people happy.

But not only his master was the target of his gifted happiness, and to spread it to other hidden submissive like Pet, that meant taking more people. To spread his joy of subservience to those who would embrace it, even if they didn't know it at first.

"You wanted to see me master?'' Toy said curiously as he stepped into the sergal's office loft. The drake was boyish, male and masculine enough to indicate, but he had a fit, lean, pleasing frame for all walks to find something in and a nice plush ass to boot. His lush and well-groomed fur was black, with white undertones for his belly and forelimbs, a small extra ring of white showing up a bit past where his ivory forearm and leg would meet his black.

He wore what he wore nearly every day, his name-bearing collar and limb-length shiny black latex sleeves and stockings, leaving his torso completely bare. This left his ass exposed for easy access, and his manhood on display. Though he was not as big as Kelt, the sergal simply bigger naturally in both body and cock, the drake was nice for his species. Nine inches, easier to say ten, a wondrous girth to accompany it, and a truly impressive knot that beat even Kelt's bulb out if only barely. His balls were that pristine white of his underfur, big and hefty, swaying under him as his sheath hugged the base of his hard cock.

Jet-black and always shiny with his sheath's juices, he was sharp and ridged, draconic and threatening if the size wasn't enough. His pointed tip was smothered in a perfectly form-fitting metal to his cockhead, the bumps on his shaft's underside revealing the numerous sounding beads attached to his metal covering, the base of his cock plug. He had a little pink-pill vibrator attached to the middle of his member, a wire leading to a control box stuck in the hem of one of his stockings.

He stood in the doorway to his master's office, a uniquely spartan room of business in the rustic mountain lodge they lived in. Kelt nodded to him, indicating for the drake to take a seat. He looked at the chair across from Kelt's desk, then instead opted to plop down onto the big blue exercise ball in the corner of the room, right next to the yoga mat. He flashed his typical cheery smile at the stoic sergal, "So, whaddya need boss?'' He perked his brows and ears as his tail happily swished. "Some under-table service?''

Toy noticed the slight look he got from Kelt, subtly reminding him that his own manners had gone lax with the inclusion of the more talkative Pet to the home. The drake gave a somewhat apologetic look for his informality, "I can provide anything you wish master, please tell me what to do.'' His sergal's face lost that edge with the return of manners, Toy happily smiling again.

Kelt shook his head and swiveled away from his workstation to face the boy with a more serious face than the drake expected. "I think it's time to move to stage two.'' Kelt said with straightforward simplicity.

Toy blinked in hesitant surprise, freezing atop the bouncy sphere. "Master, that is... significantly ahead of schedule.'' He clasped his hands together as he anxiously bounced on the ball, rubber leggings making a humorous noise. "While Pet is going above and beyond our expectations, she has still only been here for seven months. I thought the trial period would be at least a year. We know the initial natural cognitive impression molding works perfectly to a prospect that matches our desired profile, but that's just getting them to this point. We don't know about long term mental states, overall stress testing of the conditioning and loyalty, and a bunch of other stuff.''

Kelt tried to give a reassuring grin. "Fair, but keep in mind the next part is just expansion of knowledge and eventually bureaucratic setup. Wouldn't it make sense to take your classes while examining Pet's long term behavior? That should save considerable time in the long run. I know you have experience in learning the ways of markets and business oversight, and I am also a valuable source, but you need to catch up on what's been going on in the Republic policy-wise. Make sure our loophole is still there, and if we can legitimize it further.''

Toy lifted a shiny arm to rub his chin in thought. "True...'' He hummed a bit, thinking things over. "I had wished to have continuous direct involvement with her during the year, but I suppose she is fairly accepting and obedient now. It shouldn't detract anything if I begin classes and can't spend as much time with her.'' He met Kelt's attentive silver eyes, returning to his happy smile. "Though I suppose she spends more time with you than me nowadays too. She has fully accepted the sexual side of herself and embraced this life.'' The drake began gently nodding. "So yeah, sure, let's move it up.''

The sandy furred sergal hummed approvingly, but he would have gotten that answer no matter what the drake said. "Good, your classes start next month and are all online, so you don't need to reveal your identity. I've already registered you to the planned university under a false name, I'll email you the full details.''

The slightly bouncing drake paused with tall ears, breaking into a wide smile after a moment's hesitation. "Boy, you are just a real go-getter, huh master?'' He hopped to his paws with a slight squeak, bounding the step over to Kelt and kissing the sergal on the nose before pulling back and heading to the door. with a tempting shake to his ass, baring a soft anus under a raised tail "Thank you for thinking of me. Let me know when you want my butt as a thank-you tonight.''

Kelt tossed a chuckle to the drake as he closed the door behind him. "Of course. Oh, and send Pet up when she's finished her housekeeping. I would like a warm mouth while I'm working.''

Toy's head popped in from the crack of the open door. "Right away master.'' He grinned before yanking his head back and shutting the door.

-

That little month passed by quickly, the newly acquainted companion allowing the house's attitude and wishes to shape her fully. The dragoness had fully accepted the title of Pet, and did her best to be a good one. But as is the nature with pets, even the largest ones go in for cuddles, Pet becoming a notorious lap-girl.

This was partially Toy's fault, since some of their favorite activities when graced with free time were couch snuggles. Pet was sensitive, her scales imparting a receptiveness to her, fully taking advantage of the warmhearted Toy. She liked fuzzy blankets, warm beds, typical creature comforts.

So when Toy, a boy so obsessed with having the best groomed fur on the planet, let her cuddle him, she was overjoyed. He was like the softest, fuzziest, self-heating, full-body bed-blanket combo. She couldn't get enough, and it soon spread to the desire to have more general contact with her master as well.

But for right now, it was just Pet and Toy on the big leather couch across from the fireplace, both laying down and spread horizontally over its surface, the two tightly embraced atop one another. Toy was on top, the taller and wider male smothering her in blissful well-shampooed fur as their arms wrapped around the other. The drake was even so kind as to remove his stockings for her, limbs uncovered and granting her the sweet caress of fluff.

They were both naked, nothing new or surprising, the girl's fitting C cups smushing to his own chest pleasantly, while his draconic shaft rested deep inside her passage, spreading her slit, knot wide and locking him in. He was gently wiggling atop her, snuggling, shifting that pleasant pelt almost like a massage while she hummed blissfully under him, each moment against her bringing delectable movement deep within her.

She half-moaned, half sighed in comfort, right to his ear. Then pulling him in a bit, "Fuck, you smell good.'' This was a common statement made by Pet, but for two reasons, one why she says it to master, and another why she says it to Toy. Pet was receptive to natural sexual pheromones, as were most, but she did throughly enjoy Kelt's scent, especially after some rough sex. One of her favorite ways to wind down after the hours of blindfolds, ropes, and latex was for her to rest her head at his crotch, and recently his ass.

The reason why she says it to Toy coincides with his energetic response; "Thank you! I love this conditioner so much, tea tree is just wonderful~''

The red scaled woman clung tighter, soothed by his fuzz and his metal-coated tip pushing her cervix in. "Fuuuuck you're deep. Go- go more, fuck me, please.''

Toy huffed as he throbbed in her sweltering depths, finding her smoothness just as curious as she found his fluffiness. "Sorry Pet, you're a full member of the sub-club now, you need master's permission to cum, just like I do.''

Her arms and legs wrapped around him, her hips gently moving to try and shift him further inside. "Fuck,'' she said plainly, both in pleasure and disappointment. She let silence resume as he cuddled her, and she simply focused on the feelings going over her scales. Toy kept happily humming, almost purring over her, simply happy to make her happy.

Another long stretch of blissful enjoyment passes before the two knew it, both somewhat settling into their joint embrace. Pet seemed to especially calm down, going quiet and still despite the balls deep penetration of her cunt, something that set the boy on alert.

"Pet?'' He asked softly, lifting his head from beside hers to look at her. She seemed stoic, staring off to the side, not upset, but ponderous, unsure. "You okay?''

Without a word she turned to meet his gaze. "Yeah... I'm just... thinking too much again.'' She sighed quietly, hugging the fluffy drake tighter. Toy had been a strong pillar before she truly accepted this life of subjective degradation, hearing her issues and providing surprisingly valuable insight and advice. Toy did genuinely care for her and her mental well being, helped by knowing just how depraved her fantasies were.

His own features grew serious, though stayed positive, uplifting, willing to lend his ears and words. "Ah. I know it has been a while since you truly gave up everything to become master's possession. Is that change weighing on you? Do you have regrets?''

There was a pause as the crimson dragoness flicked her orange eyes around Toy's. "Not really... I'm never entirely sure how to express this, as this isn't exactly a common situation.''

Toy nodded, shifting over and inside her in ways that were comforting and assuring, bringing his muzzle down to nuzzle her for a moment. "Tell me. Your explanation doesn't need to be competent or professional, just honest.''

She tightened her arms around him, thankful for his presence. For having a toy she could find comfort and joy in, just master did. "It's not regrets, I'm not afraid. I just feel... shitty. Master talked to me early on, gave me an honestly convincing speech that put most of it away, but it's just...'' She sighed with a loss for words. "I can't give you words or examples, just the concept; that my brain is rejecting this because of how I grew up in a world where this is illegal and wrong.''

The soft drake's hum was of thought now, "Master gave a speech?'' He barely chuckled, "Ah, did he give you the whole 'worth' spiel?''

The girl blinked at him, their faces still nearly touching. "Yes... did he tell you that too?'' She suddenly felt less special, getting told a copy paste lesson on personal evaluation. Her brows kinked up a bit, processing this information until Toy pushed his snout to hers playfully.

"Hardly, he basically took what I felt about the situation and seems to have turned it into a message he could tell others. He was running it past me for weeks, nailing every sentence down like the little perfectionist master is. I should have guessed he'd break it out on you, I'm sure being able to give you the speech made his day.''

New contemplation came over the girl's scales, a bit of a blush joining. "Oh. Well, I'm sure that knotting my face was pretty good for him too.''

Toy's grin grew a touch broader, "Oh? Well I'd think so, he's really been enjoying oral with you, so you might have unknowingly given him one of the best days of his life.'' Pet's flushed cheeks grew a shade deeper, a sort of pride filling her. Yet the drake wasn't finished, too knowing of Pet. "Now, while that little motivational speech helped you then, I know that it can't single handedly win a person over and erase all issues with becoming a sex slave.''

The girl gently nodded below him, unafraid to confirm her flawed thoughts.

Toy seemed to hold her tighter, but in a caring way, giving her warmth and comfort. "There's so much about this life that defies words, so much that can't truly be vocalized. His speech took my main takeaway that I could speak of, but there is always more. Your issue isn't that you feel unfulfilled right? You feel... wrong, like you've thrown something away, or willingly defied some natural law.''

A surprised and unsure nod came from the girl. "I-I guess. Like... all the effort my mom put into raising me, all my work in school and my job, it's all just... erased. Not even, it's nullified, ignored, acknowledged then pushed aside, I feel like a disgrace to those who helped me get on my feet, only for me to become a... pet. Even a maid would be more dignified, but I lost my name, the only possession I truly have is my collar, and I am... beyond ashamed to say that I love how master pulls it when he's taking me from behind. It just makes it all so much worse, I shouldn't be enjoying this, I shouldn't get off so much to being a rich asshole's fuckpet when he kidnapped me!''

Toy sighed over her, returning her more desperate grasp. "I know. But first of all, do not beat yourself up for your sexual preference, people can be wired in all sorts of different ways, what matters is that you do like it. Otherwise, under the fair absurdity of your attraction to a man who objectively did a horrible thing, there is a certain... loss in this choice, one that can strike deep. As master's speech no doubt stated, you have not become any less than you were, it's a change of shape, not material. I understand your plight. Before I was Toy, I was two things. A prodigy, and then a disgrace. I was born into a wealthy life, and my fathers quickly saw my aptitude brought from it, and I became a competent member of the family business before I was even of age.''

He gave her a tender nuzzle, "Even though I only made my choice to become Toy due to how I lost that life already, becoming Toy the best way to salvage anything, there is still that sense of loss. Not even that I lost myself, a loss of skill and ambition, but rather the world lost a notable individual, a business lost a critical employee, a family lost a member.'' He paused, rare emotions flashing to his face, yet of slight anger. "Though I suppose the family lost us before I came across master, they should have known what would happen if they kicked me out.''

Pet seemed curious alongside her doubt, about to speak when Toy flashed a smile. "Ah-ah, not done yet. Haven't even reached the moral of the story.''

She blew some air in his face as he giggled, the crimson dragoness's brow raising in question.

Toy's grin was full of life and cheer again. "Relax.''

She blinked. "Relax?''

A happy nod, "Mhm. Relax. Take it easy. Chill out. Stop worrying.''

Her face was slightly amused, but certainly not impressed. "...That's it? That doesn't help.''

The drake snuggling her rolled his eyes with a bit of mock disappointment. "Okay, so your issue is that you are overthinking living as a happy submissive fuckpet and losing your rights as a person. But now I think you might not be thinking enough.''

"Gee, thanks.''

"Oh hush. I don't mean relax as in your muscles. You need to relax your worldview. Not even that, just think about how well you can relax now. No taxes, no big deadlines, no bills, no travel or issues. You are an object, a thing to be used, a pet that serves master and follows him. It sounds demeaning, degrading, humiliating. In ways, it is, but only if you allow it. Every cost you incur master pays, every need you require master meets, he bears the responsibility of our lives now.''

Toy got in close to her face, touching snouts again as he drove the point home. "Is that not freedom? A freedom to simply be happy, to not worry about the perils of living in this unforgiving world? He makes our choices for us, removes the burden of responsibility. Such a heavy weight, responsibility of choice, a stressful thing that many avoid and push away instinctively, I know I did. Upon the removal of your free will, you have the capacity to truly relax within your new life. Call it what you want, submissiveness, subservience, slavery, it is still a tremendous relief on the mind once you leave judgement and choice to someone else.''

A final little hum came as the drake finished his own speech, pushing that last bit forward to deeply kiss the girl, who had nothing better to do beside accept and reciprocate. He flexed himself deep within her, making her moan into their linked lips, and he pulled away as her mind seemed to settle behind her orange eyes. That signature joyful toy smirk was back, face and ears simply exuberant as he looked at her.

"So relax, and enjoy your freedom. Enjoy your life, enjoy your body, enjoy everything that master does for you and to you. There's nothing to worry about besides making master happy, and the process for that usually makes you happy as well.'' Toy said with calm confidence with his warm exterior, seeing Pet begin to smile as she thought about his words.

After some more quiet snuggle time, she chuckled. "Thank you Toy. You always know just what to say.'' As he beamed at her and gave her a comforting vigorous nuzzle, Pet was content to simply resume her fixation on feeling his fur over her body. Then her eyes snapped open suspiciously, flicking to Toy's closed ones as he purred atop her. "Toy?'' She asked quickly, making an ear flick as he cracked an eye open.

"Yes Pet?''

"Did you say 'fathers'? As in plural?''

He blinked, then fully opened his eyes. "Oh, yeah, sorry. It's a Draahnkyrn culture thing, the 'nuclear family' for us in the Republic is two bonded males and a claimed female for reproduction. It's gonna be a whole thing to go over our cultural dynamics, so just put a pin in it for later.''

"Alright then...'' she said, somewhat confused at that. She knew that drake society was quite different from most Common Species, but to what extent was unknown to her. She shrugged under him, and let herself be swept away in his fluff for the rest of their free time.

-

Toy took a deep breath, sitting at the new desk in his and Doll's room. Doll was Toy's stitched up identical twin, standing behind him, leaning over his head and rubbing Toy's shoulders. "This is pretty serious Toy. Are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick while you do this?'' Much akin to his name, Doll wore mostly self-inflicted precision cuts down his limbs and over his body, aligned, symmetrical, crafted lines of stitches granting him his treasured 'seams' that allowed him to truly be master's doll. His appearance was unsettling and off-putting to the uninitiated, the maimed drake having gouged-out pits for eyes, linking with his seams for a harrowing display of bodily harm.

"Hah, no, not the first day. I can't have any distractions.'' Toy said, taking a calming assurance from the head resting atop his own.

"Alright, just remember that I'm here for you. This is our room, I'll be right behind you.''

"Thanks Doll.'' Toy sighed, brows up in emotion. "Thank you so much V-" Toy was interrupted by Doll nibbling his ear. Toy happily exhaled, looking up what bit he could to his twin. "You... you know I cannot express what you mean to me.''

The twin above hummed pleasantly, still gently caressing as he moved to the next topic. "How do the contacts feel?''

Toy groaned, resisting the urge to rub his eyes. "Annoying.'' He had contacts on to change his eye color, just a little security for the video calls. His identifying markings were the two tones of his arms and the extra ring, which was now concealed by a long sleeve shirt, something the drake found constricting and stuffy after spending years with his torso exposed. He still wore clothes fairly regularly on his trips to town, but they were usually pretty loose and casual.

These classes were being held by a premier Draahnkyrn school, a leader in law education for both their country and the Common's nations. Some professionalism is requested, and he was doing everything to draw as little attention to himself as possible, going casual would make him stand out. He wasn't getting a diploma, or even following an official program of study. He knew exactly what classes he needed to fill in his knowledge gaps, and those were all he would take. He had a goal, a contract to fulfill with his owner.

"Overall, I doubt anyone would recognize me, even with my normal eye color. Black fur and white secondary isn't exactly rare, and it's been about nine years since master took us in.''

Doll continued to nuzzle into the top of Toy's head. "Yeah, but better safe than sorry. Definitely can't have the police trying to 'rescue' us.''

Toy nodded. "Much less them going after us again.''

The top twin snorted. "Like they ever would. I bet they don't even care that we're still missing, all they were looking for was a way to extend their reach. They probably had another kid already to carry on the family business.''

Toy reached a hand up to scritch Doll's face. "Hence why this has to happen. They wanted us to make their name better, not make a name for ourselves.'' The drake took a satisfied breath. "So we got different names, and boy oh boy, what a name I shall return with.'' Smiling to himself, the word toy carrying more worth to him than his given name did.

Doll chuckled. "Oh man, they are gonna be pissed to see you happy and thriving without them.''

Toy pulled his twin's head down to kiss his cheek and nuzzle it affectionately for a moment. "Quite. Now go on, class is about to start and you can't be in the frame.''

"Hmm, you got it.'' The blind twin patted Toy's shoulder before pulling off him, leaving Toy to sit at the desk as he returned to the bed, out of the webcam's view.

Suddenly the screen flared to life with a grid of faces, many drakes but some Commons as well. One took the center stage, "Good morning everyone, I'll be your professor...''

-

There was a final sigh to follow a final heavy gulp, Toy lifting his lips off Kelt's sheath as both lay in his bed. The drake took a few breaths before licking his lips. "Thanks for the drink master.''

Kelt hummed as he rest upon a few poofy pillows. "Of course. You are free of classes at noon today, correct? I will likely need to empty again by then.''

Toy nodded as he sat up, pulling his phone from his legging. He didn't wear the gloves until all his classes were over, so that way he could easily slip in and out of a nice shirt, only his upper body needed to be seen with virtual classes. He checked the big numbers on the lock screen. "Speaking of, I gotta run. Pet will have to handle breakfast in my place.'' He looked at Kelt with a lecherous look. "And how much did you drink last night? Your morning release isn't usually so long.'' He dropped a hand to rub his belly, new warmth inside it. "Or filling.''

The sharp sergal just smirked back with a shrug. Toy laughed a bit, swiftly leaning down to kiss Kelt's ballsack tenderly before jumping off the bed and bounding out of the room.

"See you for lunch!'' He said as he padded down the stairs. "And ask Pet to bring some food when she makes it!'' He shouted back as he remembered piss isn't a balanced breakfast. Kelt chuckled to himself as his toy ran to his room to make the class call on time.

With all the commotion, the other lump under the covers rustled, a silver haired head of a crimson scaled dragoness popping out, blinking wearily. "Wha- What's going on?'' Pet said slowly, shaking slumber out of her mind.

Kelt reached out to ruffle her bedhead. "Nothing Pet. Toy was just taking care of my bladder before his classes.''

Pet nodded, shuffling closer to him, pressing her body to his, feeding off his warmth and soft fur. "Oh good...'' She mumbled, "Lemme wake up a bit more, then you can fuck my throat.'' She gently shifted against him, squirming deeper below the covers. Soon she was halfway down the bed, her face near Kelt's reclined crotch. She rolled her upper body onto his legs, smushing her nice breasts to him as she nuzzled against his sheath and full orbs. She relaxed once more, content here, surrounded by her master in sight, touch, and smell.

The next day started much the same, with the initial morning ritual complete, it wasn't long before everyone fully woke up on Saturday. Pet was given her sloppy facefuck, ending with an early protein deposit before another quick round of plowing her pussy. Toy would then clip her leash onto her collar and take her out back for a 'walk' while Kelt showered.

This time was usually just some extra exercise time for the ruby dragon girl, not actually crawling on all fours, just going and taking some time to walk around the surrounding forest property. Occasionally the two did like to throw a frisbee or ball in the cool morning air, otherwise going on a short walk to the creek down the hill.

The backdrop of mountains and forest was pleasant, a serendipitous soundtrack of birds and rustling leaves punctuating their footsteps. Pet chose to go on 'walks' simply to appreciate her surroundings, and have some more time outside. Toy was right after all, living in the mountains was quite lovely, and Pet much preferred being out there on a leash than walking free on a city street, her entire life spent within bleak cities.

They got back inside fairly quickly, usually only twenty minutes spent on the walks. The two would shower if the morning sex or walk was vigorous enough to undo the nightly shower, then the toys and pets began making breakfast. During this, Kelt sipped morning coffee and read, often on the deck when weather permitted. Once the food was ready, the others would join him on the deck furniture, bringing plates and tasty smells, all settling in to the start of the weekend.

Weekends were nice, to all residents of the lodge. While Kelt still had emails and calls to respond to, he more or less had actual free time on these days. The man and his three possessions were sitting on the outdoor couch and chairs, enjoying the day and scenery as usual. Breakfast had come and gone, plates cleared and nothing was immediately slated for tasks.

Toy, the black and white furred drake, stood by the railing, taking everything in with unending awe. Pet was sprawled out over the wicker couch, eyes closed as long ovular ears flitted with bird chirps. The stoic golden furred sergal was sitting in one of the nice rocking chairs, Toy's mangled twin Doll between Kelt's legs and lavishing his cock with luxurious licks and gentle smooches.

The tall sergal was rumbling in pleasure, getting lower and deeper with every minute. He was holding his tablet as Doll worshipped him, no doubt reading a few emails that put him in a sudden bad mood. Before long the once pleasured purrs turned to a bassy growl. Kelt dropped the device onto the table in front of the furniture, scowling. He quickly stood, anger in his posture and speed, Doll yelping as he was tossed back onto his butt.

Then Kelt reached down and grabbed the laced drake by one of his horns, dragging him into the house. Doll's surprised exclamations quickly turned to sheer excitement. "Yes!'' He shouted as he was yanked through the sliding door, an insane smile across his lips. "Ha-ha! Yes! Use me master! I'm here for you to hurt!''

The sergal strode purposefully to the stairs, silver eyes determined and cock hard. Doll went limp along the floor after doing a final fist-pump when they reached the landing. "Break me! Make me have to sew myself together again, like a real doll!'' The twisted drake's pleading yells echoed up from the lower floor.

Toy sighed out to the mountains, while Pet looked over to him. "I worry about him sometimes.'' She said calmly.

The comparatively normal drake shrugged. "You really shouldn't. He gets off to that like nobody's business, and master would never go too far.''

The bare naked dragoness glanced back at the open sliding screens as the slam of the basement's metal door made it to her ears. "Well then.'' She looked around blankly, kinda bored but not really wanting to start her duties yet. "How's classes going?'' Pet asked while standing up, walking over to stand beside the latex wearing boy-toy.

He snorted. "They suck more ass than I do.''

She leaned on the broad wooden railing with him. "That bad huh?''

"Mhm.'' Was the simple response. The dragoness looked over to him, seeing his eyes focused on the landscape, thoughts no doubt running rampant behind his blue eyes. She wasn't used to seeing Toy being so contemplative, he was always the one who had it together in her mind. Perfect acceptance of his role and future, enabling him to lend ears and words towards her to ease her own mind.

"What are you studying anyways? Trying to get a masters?'' She said with a hint of humor.

It brought a faint smirk to his face, though his ears remained slanted in thought. "Business law. With a touch of psychology.''

She nodded casually, internally mildly surprised. "Sounds fancy. Master kicking you out? Need a job or something?''

"No, it's just a stepping stone to make good on a promise. I'm just... planning something.''

Now Pet looked to him assuringly, dropping her hand to his gloved palm tenderly. "Must be big then, because you've certainly got some big things on your mind.'' He turned to look at her with questioning interest. "You've always been there to hear me out when I was confused. If I could give back even a portion of the understanding and confidence you gave me...'' She sighed into his eyes. "I was a project lead once, you can talk to me about sprawling long-term plans.''

They were both sent back to the end of her trial week, the night she made her choice. How they stood in this exact spot, with Toy opening up to her the most he ever had to date. She smiled, it was warm and caring, like a mother mixed with a good friend. "You don't have to, I know you like to keep to yourself, if you're not comfortable discussing it...''

Toy looked at her with a suddenly relaxed smile, letting out a breath with it. "No, I should probably tell you. You've discovered your place at master's side, and you knowing could only help us. I suppose I've blue balled you for a while huh? I told you a bit about myself so long ago, then never added another peep.''

Pet waved a hand, "Oh no, I'm not trying to pry, it's just that you seem troubled and...''

Toy then turned the hand she placed hers over, the two holding hands on the railing. "Don't worry, I'll have to open up eventually. Might as well start with you.'' He looked back to the lush green hills. "I'm studying so I can start a company. One in the Republic. A company that is the first of its kind, and that kind could be considered... questionable.'' He took a deep breath, feeling solace in her hand in his. It was strange to talk about this with someone besides his brother and master. "You know of the Draahnkyrn repossession draft, right?''

The dragoness shook her head. "Not really. I know drakes are a pretty controversial and important part of the global society, but my nation was pretty inward-focused after the cataclysm.''

A bit of a settling exhale came from Toy. "Well buckle up, this is probably going to take a while. How much do you know about drakes?''

Pet shrugged, "I just know of your guys' treatment of girls, and that it is... less than modern.''

Toy nodded. "A fair view to have, not without some truth to it. My dad is essentially married to our guardian, another guy that is the second head of the house. Reik was basically our other parent, and is the actual spouse of our dad, while mom was more or less a concubine. There to serve and make kids, though she is still a wonderful mother. Women can't be legally married, instead, they are claimed by a male. But that claiming is nothing like slavery, or even what we did to you. It's basically a lesser marriage, one that came with the female sex only being designed after multiple male-only drake generations were manufactured. We see girls not as inferior, just unproven, needing to be protected like every other species in the world. The drake's number one directive is still the preservation of life, our military design persists somewhat to this very day.''

"Ah, that's that 'fathers' thing you mentioned a while ago. So the claiming is like the people who get married without a celebration? Just sign a few documents and you're together in the eyes of the law? Just... you're only there to be a traditional housewife?''

"Kinda. The claim, or the domestic contract, is for a male drake to take in and provide for a female drake, where she will return the good life he provides by giving him her body and services. Of course, surely you know drakes are extremely sexual creatures, and our military background nearly eradicates all modesty. So most people, even guys, walk around naked or in skimpy clothes so they can show themselves off and have easy access.''

Toy waved a hand over his own garments, explaining his exceptional joy of wearing nothing on his torso. "Women also get final say in the domestic contract's duration, choosing to split off from their claimant if mistreated. And a girl doesn't have to be claimed, they can still get jobs and live on their own, or find a male who offers a more modern arrangement through the domestic contract. It's not one carbon copy agreement, it can be changed as it's signers wish. So it's... different, a little backwards in ways, but not barbaric. The girls are still very much so people and citizens, unlike you and me in master's eyes, but most enjoy and stick to the 'traditional' lifestyle.''

The dragoness blinked a bit. "You're telling me that drakes are massive sluts, the girls embrace being used for sex in exchange to being provided for, and enjoy all the benefits and other freedoms of a modern society?''

Toy looked at her with a bit of shame as he nodded.

She grinned at him. "Well shit, I should have been living there my entire life.'' He visibly relaxed a bit as she went on. "Here I was thinking you enslaved your girls and forced them to... well, be your toilets. That's what all my family thought of you guys.''

The drake cringed back a bit with that. "Again, it's more complicated, but not too far off. There are two main genetic models of females, standard and the actual 'traditional' model. Originally, girls were given less freedoms and assigned to contracts just for the sake of population, for the first few years, and the government changed their genes so that their digestive system was designed to entirely subsist on biological waste.''

Toy took a moment on how to structure the explanation for this. "Drakes are a genetically engineered species, and we were still in the height of military mode, so they wanted to streamline all supply chains by, yes... making them toilets. But! That has since changed and the standard ones are normal drakes who eat normal foods, expecting mothers can opt their daughter into the traditional genes if they want them to be living on waste. Most still do, and it is common for a traditionally claimed girl to serve as their claimant's toilet, though I'm not even going to try to explain why. Point is, they have the option not to.''

She stared at him. "Okay. If they choose it, then who am I to judge.'' She shrugged afterwards. "I get off to huffing ass and being choked by a leash as my pussy gets reamed. People can be weird.''

The drake shrugged a bit. "Yeah, I mean, I really love chugging master's piss, so maybe it is genetic.'' A slight chuckle preceded his descent back to seriousness. "Spontaneous culture lesson aside, the repossession draft. Any drake who is defective, read: disabled, or delinquent have their bodies taken by the military. They are put in encasement suits that hijack their body and are soldiers until they die. It's kinda fucked, but totally legal, as drakes have something called body property. Such that your birth certificate is also the deed to your body, and your sovereignty over said body could be stripped. This came from us initially being manufactured instead of born, however the only thing that actually uses this is the draft.''

He stared back off into the verdant distance, "It's... not great. Getting encased is not only a death sentence, but you typically become unable to control your own body, reduced to a passenger. Obviously if you're a willing soldier, the suits just enhance your capabilities, though most draftees aren't willing. The conscript's minds never last as long as their bodies.''

"Yeesh. That's pretty heavy. I mean, I know you guys were designed to save the world by any means necessary, and that usually meant your own lives, but that seems straight fucked.''

A somber sigh came from the drake. "I agree. Though it is the best possible option. Us Draahnkyrn know the cold calculus of war too well. A hundred conscripts know suffering like no other so that a billion civilians have a chance to live a full life. The Cataclysm is over, but the threat still exists. So, we still do as we were created to do, and guard the zones, and that requires soldiers. But hey, even though the conscripts are encased, at least they aren't being raped and abused like the original Cataclysm models were.''

Pet blinked. "What?''

He turned to look at her, a brow raised. "What? Did you not know the Republic operates on a protocol of indefinite Array containment, or-"

"No, the rape. What?''

Toy looked slightly concerned. "What don't you get?''

"The beta model drakes weren't raped, were they? I was taught they were certainly enslaved and mistreated, but raped? The Commons mass produced a genetically engineered species of soldier to sacrifice in their stead. Not sunshine and roses, but I didn't think they'd rape and shit when you're literally the last chance to save all life on earth. In fact, I was taught you basically became a power-driven military state once you were freed, and that you keep the zones garrisoned for power projection to the other continents. I was honestly kinda afraid of drakes as a kid, as it was hammered in that you could overrun the world's militaries stupid easily, and that you were the new threat.''

The drake looked at her with brows a touch saddened. "Early drake models were designed with the inability to refuse a direct order. The original drakes were made to be soldiers. That means they served under other soldiers. These other soldiers, Common species soldiers, had needs and frustrations during a war where losing meant extinction. Many saw our instilled obedience as an opportunity. As for your image of us, it seems the Coalition's member states haven't gotten over the fact that their former slaves are a world power.''

She shook her head, "Yeah, I'm getting that vibe a bit, but was there really full on systematic rape and stuff? Not saying you guys weren't mistreated, but nothing I've ever seen or read about the Cataclysm mentions such behavior. I know most of our teachings are biased, and I did try to do some actual research while I was in college.''

Toy propped an arm up on the railing and set his snout onto his palm. "Haven't you wondered why our society is so sexually focused after we were freed? Not all rapes and abuse were violent obviously, and with military indoctrination we had no negative social stigma to rape, or anything to really compare our lives to. All we had were textbook definitions. It was just... one sided sex, if it wasn't actual violent rape. So when we got autonomy, we were super thrilled to find that there was two way sex. And obviously willing sex feels good, so people want to find partners, which means looking sexy, which means being seen, yada yada yada, end result: most of our population is naked or wearing casual lingerie in day to day situations to be able to fuck whoever catches their eye.''

She looked out at the trees where Toy once was staring. "Huh. Well shit, I guess I have even more research to do.''

A gentle smile came from the drake. "I can link you to the Draahnkyrn historical database. Should clear a lot up. But, the point is, everything sucked then, the Commons were losing people like, well... like the world was ending. Those soldiers were losing friends and family, of course they needed to vent. We can't forgive the bad ones, but we can understand them. Nowadays, things suck on the edges, so that inner society is nice and pretty.''

Pet quietly sighed, "Yeah, but it's still a morally grey area. Your whole society is objectively immoral about certain things.''

A short nod from Toy, "True, but that could be argued somewhat.''

The little hum she gave asked her question for her.

Toy shrugged slightly, this severe derailment of the topic sending him to thoughts he rarely expressed, or contemplated on his own. "Well, objectively speaking, what is moral?''

Pet sighed again, "Okay, don't hit me with some philosophy bullshit. I'm here to suck dick, not write a thesis.''

Both chuckled a bit, with Toy responding. "No, no, nothing like 'what even is society man?', my reasoning is a little more direct. While a lot of things you deem 'moral' are objectively good things, some are subjective too. My simple and short question to you is where did the world's notion of moral come from? What was the basis and foundation for the civilization and society that is the Common coalition, and the nations that make it up?''

"Uhhh. Politics? All of history? Society doesn't just have one reason like that.''

Toy then met her eyes with an almost giddy look. "But it does, doesn't it? How many nations are founded on the ruins of the ones that came before? How many laws are copied from the ancient databases? Your civilization's early stages weren't developing what there is today, but adapting what was left behind. Every common nation has its foundation in the human one before it. Long after they have left, their language persists, their buildings, their programs, their technology, their laws, their morals. What you deem to be moral and right, is so, but it is the human's wrong and right you follow. And do not forget that they are gone.''

Pet smacked her palm to her red scaled forehead. "Ah, right. The humans. Fuck, we're getting into some deep thoughts that haven't gone through my head since college ancient history.''

"Mhm. I agree drake society doesn't align with your modern morals, but it is not criminal or oppressive, not unnecessarily cruel or hurtful. It is different, behavior and morals that are truly new to match this new world after humanity. In fact, in other ways we are more progressive than your Common countries could be. Our instilled directive of the preservation of life carries through to politics and markets. No corruption, no greedy corporations, no drake seeks power without righteous cause.'' His eyes squinted, "Well, almost no drake would. There are always exceptions, though our judicial system makes short work of them.'' The drake's eyes grew narrower. "Usually.''

Washing a surprising amount of anger off his face, he gave a bit of dismissive hand roll with a slight smile. "Though it helps that our economy and manufacturing is the best in the world, we can easily support a high military budget and expansive domestic social programs. I get that we are a unique case in both will and capacity. I'm not saying your species is incapable of making a better society, it's just that you shuffled the deck to stack against you.''

Hands waving in defeat, Pet tried to move on. "Okay, alright. I can see where you're coming from, and that is an argument that could be made.'' She clasped the railing again, "But I am not here to have an ethical debate with you. I am a pet. I'd much rather you just bend me over this railing and wreck my asshole than all this philosophical stuff.'' She made sure to smile at the latex laden boy beside her. "Though I do appreciate the stimulating conversation. It is nice to talk about something with some weight once and awhile, and to be reminded of the greater world I live in, even if I wish to never hear of anything outside this house.''

Toy reached up to scratch the back of his head, tail curling between his legs a touch as he gave a slight awkward chuckle. "Ah, sorry. I suppose I did just slam the gas on that tangent. I uh... like history and these kinda ideas. Humans fascinate me.'' He began beaming at her, "But you're right. I'm just a toy, thus this topic doesn't arise much in my life, so thanks for giving me a bit of an outlet for it.''

"No problem Toy, if you want someone to run on about this stuff to, lemme know. I won't have much to add to it, but I'll listen. You've sure listened to me enough. Now come on, I forgot what we were actually talking about.''

The furrowed brows of thought came onto Toy's draconic muzzle, ear flicking as his slight mane of white fur blew in the breeze. "Hmmm. So, we were talking about drakes, then humans. Started with ethics, soooo- Right! Talking about encasement, and thus the 'body-property' law.''

Pet snapped her fingers, "Yeah, that sounds about right. What's the law mean for you? Is it good for your idea? Bad? Wait, what even is your idea? Did you even tell me?''

Toy shook his head, relaxing against the railing with his trademark toy cheeriness. "No, I don't think I did. At least not fully. I aim to make a company that will let people sell their bodies to become toys and pets like we are, using that legality. So... yeah. The Draahnkyrn Republic is actually the only place on earth we can legally do this, so history and philosophical lesson aside, drakes are gonna play a big role in it.''

She blinked at him. "Well that's a great idea. But I was expecting something more... surprising.''

He tilted his head to her.

She elaborated, "You are a toy. In fact you are the Toy. Your whole deal is making other people happy. You know that the life we live is possible of spreading your happiness and desire for it, it would make sense that you want to get more people to be like us. I feel like even if you couldn't find a way to do it legally like this, you would start an underground crime ring to 'show people the light', so to speak.''

Toy gave a faint genuine smile at her. "I'm so happy you can see that.'' He looked back out to the vibrant green. "You really do get me.'' He was silent for a moment, both standing. He sighed, steeling himself. "Since we're just going on a talking spree today, I got one last bombshell for you. I chose you. For master to take. You're here because of me. You should know.''

She looked at him with nothing more than intrigue. "Oh?''

The drake nodded. "I should say, it takes a special kind of person to be a possession. Not everyone is cut out for it, not everyone who tries to sell themselves to me will be accepted. There is a specific profile one must follow to truly be happy with this kind of life. You were the test case of that profile.''

Pet shot him a look, "What if I was stubborn and didn't agree though? Would you really have just left me out in the woods to die?''

Shaking his head vehemently, "Heavens no, we would never kill someone like that. We would forcibly re-sedate you then just take you home while leaving you no evidence that could implicate us, while also giving you a memory wipe drug. As master said, he can't take what he wants. The first two days you were here were to add stress and a dire situation to make you more accepting of the idea. Ideally, those who sell their body are already in dire straits. The next week was us actually showing you what life was like if you embrace it, making it a valid choice in your mind. Hopefully my marketing department can handle that portion.'' He flashed a half smile at her.

He noted her looking at him intently, orange eyes full of interest, not anger or betrayal. "I think the profiling was right then. I am legitimately happy here. I know my worth. My future is certain, and it is a good one. I am set free by master taking my free will.'' Toy nodded back to her as her own smile grew. "So thank you. For choosing me, and not someone else. I won't dwell on what I could have been, because I could have been many things. Most of them unhappy.''

Toy began to look more and more relaxed, "That is a very mature way to see it. Thank you for being the Pet we knew you could be.'' He leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"Oh stop, get me any wetter and you'll make my vibrator slip out.'' She gave a sarcastic lustful look to him.

He peered down to her slit, seeing the once hidden black-capped purple cylinder protruding slightly. Though there was already a small puddle on the deck, clear lines running down her peachy inner thighs.

"Well, we can't have that.'' He took his hand from hers and cupped her mound, making her gasp a bit as he pushed the buzzing toy deeper into her and held it there. Her knees seemed shaky for the rest of the conversation. They both returned to gazing out over the picturesque nature as he held her quivering pussy.

"S-So that explains what you're doing, but not why.''

Toy gave her an apologetic look. "Ah, right. Well, you've been with master long enough, I'm sure he's let it slip how he wishes to provide the choice we made to a wider population, and for that choice to be more socially acceptable. The drake society is the only real viable option for this, so when he found me and my brother, it was a miracle for him. He got to train two amazing toys and suddenly his previous dreams could be made reality. I could tell he was special the moment he came across me and...''

The drake suddenly became somber, his words petering off before halting entirely. Pet dropped her now empty hand to lay over the one he had on her nethers. "Again, if you're uncomfortable...''

Shaking his head, "I'm just unsure about my ability to carry out my part. I still don't really like myself, who I was.''

She smiled at him. "I know you'll do great. You've been an inspiration to me ever since I learned my place. But it seems you have self-image issues. If you don't mind me asking... who... were you?''

Toy took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but... I would rather not answer that.''

The dragoness gave a polite nod. "That's fine, you would tell me if you wanted.'' She faintly smiled at him. "I respect you a great deal, Toy. I will respect your choice no matter how much I want to know.''

He stared at her for a moment, only seeming to sink deeper into sadness. "I don't wish to speak of it, but I suppose you should have context at least.'' His emotions came to the surface of his being, sadness and guilt shining out between his usually happy and forward demeanor. "Doll exists because I fucked up. My brother is that mess of a man because I was too selfish. Everything is my fault. I did that to him. I made him give up a successful life because I was a stupid child.''

Toy took a deep breath before steeling himself, regaining control. "I did some stupid awful shit that I couldn't get out of, it was tearing me apart. He tried to help me, and it only got him hurt. He didn't take his eyes out, he didn't make the scars on his chest, those fucks gave him those. He made all the other scars to hide what has been done to him, his loss hidden under the fanatical lust to be master's doll. That perversion is nothing but a sick masochistic coping mechanism. So I had to do everything I could to help him. I had to find a way for us to disappear, to be taken care of and guarded. Master was my only option, and his price was my body, my identity, my being in its entirety.'' He seemed to return that thin smile she gave him moments before. "I signed my life away in an instant, right there in the street while the ambulance was on its way.''

He looked back to the rolling forests, voice quiet. "It's the only choice I don't regret.''

A terse moment of silence came as Pet processed the statement, slight understanding dawning. She knew he was close to Doll, suspiciously so, catching them fucking multiple times, and in actual tender embraces even more, but now it seems clear that Toy's devotion was split between two people. Or, one person and one object. But after the wellspring of emotions passed, Toy glanced back at her with a fresh smile and push to her vibrator.

"But what I've done is not important now, it's what I'll do. Which is to make reality master's dream of giving people the option to choose subservience. Though I will admit, I am glad it is still a ways off.''

Pet blinked to him, "Really?''

A slightly somber nod came. "Yes. When the company is made and is running, I will be in charge of it. Thus, I will no longer be here, instead at an office. When it is time, I will no longer be at master's side. No longer be free of responsibility.'' Pet could hear the impending sadness in his tone, clearly not looking forward to the separation. "I will have Doll with me, and I'll be alright in the end as long as I have him, but it will be tough.''

She gave him a look of concern, "I'm sorry Toy. But couldn't master get someone else to run the company? Why does he have to kick you out?''

Toy gave a wistful smile, "No, it must be me. Who is best suited to run a toy company besides a toy? That will be quite the marketing campaign. Besides, recall that I was a prodigy once. Running a business is something I was born to do, and have nearly done before.''

Humming contemplatively, she looked back to the nature around her. "Sounds like you got it pretty thought out then.''

Toy snorted, "Yeah I do, it's been the last few years of my life.''

Pet felt interested in this topic, in more ways than mental. Maybe it was just the vibrator and how it was being rubbed into her depths, but the concept of repeating her process, about seeing people as products, was thrilling to her. Damn, she didn't even know she had that desire, Toy's profile knew her better than herself. "So I don't wanna impede the mood or anything, but the people into toys idea is really turning me on, and I want to know more. Could you continue please?''

Within two minutes the two were back on the couch, though Pet was seated normally on it while Toy was kneeling between her legs, muzzle sealed around her slit. The dragoness was shivering and tensing as his dextrous tongue slid around inside her, reaching places no mouth ever could in her experience. He pulled his head back, facial fur matted with juices as he dragged his tongue out of her tunnel. "And so the base-line idea is to have a few different grades of products. Mass produced, specialized, and personal batch.''

His lips reaffixed to her mound, making Pet moan into the open air once more before pulling off again. "Mass produced will be the cheapest and most standard types. Most training will likely be done through machines, since the staff and time needed to replicate what we do here in a profitable way just isn't feasible. Specialized will be those sent to a training facility to be trained by personnel, for either broadly enhanced training and behavioral conditioning, or a requested specialized skill set.''

He leaned forward to lick over her folds a few times, wiggling the agile tip over her button to make her squirm. "While the personal batch will be the extremely few, and expensive, individuals who will go through personal training at the hands of me, or a few selected toys and pets who were also personally trained by me. Such that these will be the best of the best, and have that special one-on-one level behavior molding that makes them stand above the norm.''

The rest of the afternoon was filled with the dragoness's pleasured cries, the thankfully weatherproof deck couch being soaked with her fluids over the course of a long tonguefuck. She only grew louder as time went on, every time he felt her nearing the peak, he backed off her cunt and did more explaining as she whined in near-release. By the time Kelt came back up, Pet was a gushing mesh of a girl, perfectly ready to be taken to the tall sergal's room after being edged for hours.

As Toy padded downstairs, already hearing her moans as they stopped, a sergal cock no doubt plugging her neck, he smiled. He stopped by a closet in the lower living room, mainly used to hold camping supplies, and grabbed the robust first aid kit. Swiftly opening the door to his and Doll's room, he saw his twin sprawled out over the plastic sheet on the bed, bleeding from torn seams and scratches, laying in a messy puddle of crimson, interspersed with pearly white.

Yet the maimed face of Doll was smiling, in a bliss-fueled haze as his cock softened, drooling cum joining the red puddle around him. Two clicks came as Toy popped open the medical kit, squeaks coming as his rubber stockings sat on the waterproof bed sheet to happily aid his twin. They shared smiles as they worked, through the disinfecting, the stitching, the bandaging. Toy hated seeing Doll in pain, but he could plainly see his sibling's satisfaction, and was simply happy to see his lifelong companion happy, now with white linen blocking out the dripping red.

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