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My longest story yet! Some 24.500 word have been written to complete this adventure!

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The liger sat on top of him, weighing double that of the small cub, and slapped him hard three times for good measure.\n\"Are you finished?\" he snarled, holding his hand up for another blow and the crying Sepf nodded, holding his paw to his sore cheeks and testing the bruising around his eye.\n\"Get on your stomach. Now!\" the liger commanded, lifting his weight off the young cub so that he could comply.\nThe seven-year-old had some ideas what was going to happen. The liger was naked, as was he, and his throbbing, barbed erection was on full display, all five inches or so. In the cub's eyes it was huge and threatening looking. He had heard about buggery, but never seen it happen, only been whispered stories about how Rylan would pick out the littlest of the cubs and claim them with his member. Despite his anxiety, Sepf felt like he had no other choice, tears were running down his face from the painful punch and slaps and he was certain the liger would continue beating him if he resisted. \nOr maybe just kill him. That had been whispered about too.\nSo he squirmed around underneath the powerful boy and rested his stomach on the coarse fabric that covered his sleeping place. Normally, they would be three boys sharing it, but Rylan had ordered the other cubs out so he could have some privacy with Sepf. The young cub could the occasional whisper and scraping of feet outside, and he knew the others were listening in.\n\"You're a virgin, right?\" the liger asked rhetorically before pressing a spitcovered finger against the cub's pucker. Sepf's tail immidiately curled down and the older boy yanked it away painfully, causing him to cry out, \"Keep that tail up!\" he barked.\nSepf began to shiver as he did as ordered, ears splaying back and cheeks colouring from humilation of his most private place being prodded by the older boy. He squirmed into the straw mattress as Rylan pushed his finger inside, the digit violating him, hurting a little and feeling very strange in the young cub's mind. \n\"Yeah, this is the first time you take anything under your tail,\" the liger said sadistically, as he forced another finger inside, causing Sepf to cry out in pain from the stretch. \nRylan smacked the little cub's rump with his other paw, \"Shut the fuck up!\" he barked, \"Take a pillow and bite into it. I don't wanna listen to your stupid crying!\" \nSepf's golden eyes stared anxiously at the three, small pillows that he and the two other cubs would use. They were filled with the same kind of straw as the bed and were only slightly larger than the cubs' heads, but it was better than nothing. He grabbed one and quickly bit into it, straw crunching between his teeth, as the cruel liger pushed his digits inside to the knuckles and began fingerfucking him. The small amounts of spit he had used were insufficient to prevent friction and the blue-furred cub wetted his pillow with his tears as he was spread open like this. Muffled whimpers and sobs came out from his muzzle, dampened by the small pillow. \n\"I think you're ready!\" Rylan said and pulled his fingers out, shuffling closer and aiming his barbed cock at the slighty-bleeding tailhole. \nSepf wanted to protest. He wanted to scream. He wanted his mommy and his daddy to save him and then remembered how they abandoned him in the city two years ago. He scrounged up his eyes and bit down hard on the pillow as he felt the tip of the older boy's cock pushed harder against his aching pucker. A scream was muffled by the cloth-covered straw as he was penetrated and stretched out to the extent where the pain was the most terrible thing he had ever felt. \nAnd then... [/i]\n\nSepf woke up, bathed in cold sweat. He was hyperventilating and fumbled around under the blanket that was covering his shivering form. He tore the blanket off his body and got to his feet, scanning his surroundings, looking this way and that. He was inside the travelling tent of his illithid master, who was sleeping soundly in a bed, with Scrae the kobold by his side. The blue-furred cub had been sleeping close to the burly gnoll, Zennobas, and his pet displacer beast, on mats on the floor of the tent. The feline creature whose features, at the moment, reminded Sepf of the liger from his nightmare, was looking at him with its predatory eyes. \nHe felt a comfortable ache in his tailhole, and thought back to the depravities of the day before, how the two beastly creatures had stuffed him full of cocks and shit. He licked his teeth and could still taste the bitterness of the displacer beast's waste lodged between some of them.\nHe gave the feline a wan smile, still trying to shake off the nightmare, and it closed its eyes slowly, blinking at him a couple of times before it rested its massive head down and fell asleep. \nSepf was far too anxious to go to bed again, he was still shivering from the night-terror induced cold sweat and began to put on his undergarments. Clad in soft linen and silk, he made it over to a sturdy table, with a leather bag under his arm. He rummaged around and found what he was looking for, his precious spellbook, deciding that the best way to escape the bad memories was to study. \nThe young folf, surviving a harrowing capture and torture some three months past, had become a most dilligent student of both blade and sorcery after his rescue. Realising his ineffectiveness during the initial raid on the illithid's abode, he had driven himself harder than ever before, spending countless hours training his body and his mind every day. \nHe would never be captured again. That, he had promised himself.\nHis special blend of rougery and spellcraft was beginning to pay dividends. He was as skilled at picking locks with the magehand spell as he was with his own two paws. And his young and curious mind was coming with up new ways of using his spells to aid in sneaking and fighting dirty all the time. However, he still felt useless compared to the other notable members of the illithid's household. \nFor instance, Scrae was a powerful wizard and Zennobas was an accomplished warrior. Helassin, the svirfneblin rogue whom he practiced under, was a skillfull assassin and so sneaky it was as if he could turn invisible without magic!\nSepf felt like an ant among giants and desperately felt a need to prove himself, and that required training. So he studied his tome until the others woke up and filled his mind with an array of interesting spells he might use for the day. Not only that, he had recently been taught how to cast without verbal or somatic components, though it lessened the repetoire of spells he could memorize. Despite the limitations, there were now certain spells he kept in his mind with those attributes, at all times.\n[i]Never again![/i] he thought.\n\nSepf was idly using his right paw to scratch at his left shoulder. The illithid had never mentioned its existence, but the cub had a birthmark there, hidden underneath his blue fur. Walking, or rather, marching for days caused his clothes and light armour to chafe against it, and it was quite itchy at the moment. \nA rumble from Zennobas caused him to retreat his paw and rest it behind his back, joining with his other arm, standing to attention. The illithid raiding party was holding a council, and any untowards behaviour from the slaves would certainly merit severe punishment.\nThe folf and the gnoll were standing behind their master, who was seated at a circular table. They were inside a lavishly decorated tent, befitting the stature of the octopus-headed creatures who were convened there. Six of them were present, all of them with slaves or battle-thralls standing behind as advisors or as a testimony to their power. The illithids' tentacles were writhing about and they were looking first at one, then another, their entire conversation hidden from Sepf as they spoke with their minds and did not choose to include the slaves in their plans. \nThe cub did not care. He knew what was required of him; sneaking, stealing, stabbing, killing. The six illithids commanded some two hundred troops in total, and were using them to harass the supply lines of the dark elf city of Claw Chasm. The nature of their mission was dangerous at best, as they were traversing the tunnels to the south-west of the drow city, far away from the illithid home of Orlo'o'rhonas. This was where much of the trade flowed towards the dark elves' home, so it was a natural target for raiding.\nSo far, they had raided several caravans, dispatching the guards and looting or destroying the wares, foodstuffs, weapons and ores that were traversing this trade route. The illithid had magical chests, not unlike Sepf's master's bag of holding, that could keep several tonnes each, and they were getting close to bursting. This would be the last raid. \nThe blue-furred cub took notice as an illithid stood up, waving its three-fingered hands around, droplets of mucus flying off. Sepf knew that his master disliked this person very much, his preious comments and the way he stared now and how his tentacles wiggled made it obvious to the attentive cub. The illithid was an impressive specimen, who radiated magical prowess. His body was cloaked in a robe with numerous eyes painted over its light-purple silk. Behind him, a broad-shouldered surface dwarf with a vacant gaze was holding his staff, a gloriously decorated ebony creation with a huge sapphire at its head. However, the most striking part were the enchanted stones that were levitating above his head and his rune-engraven tentacles. \nSepf's left ear was adorned with three magically enchanted rings. The lowest, magically pierced through the blue-furred part close to his head, was one he had crafted himself. It granted him an exceptional boost to his agility, letting him bend, tumble and dodge even better than his naturally lithe body would allow. The second was a recent creation, pierced into the black tuft of fur at the end of his ear. It held within it the power to see through the darkness of the tunnels beneath the lands of the sun. His master had, before its creation, used a somewhat powerful, monthly-recurring, spell to grant him that ability, but now he was autonomous in that regard. It would also allow him to see through snow or mist in the lands above as well as pierce the magical darkness the dark elves were so keen on using. \nThe last ring was his most priced possession, embedded in the very tip of his left ear. His master knew about his penchant for rooting out magical items, scrolls and the like back in his thieving days. Therefore, he had gifted him this ring, which allowed him to detect magical auras as long as he willed it to do so. He activated its power without a word or a grimace and took notice of the emanations coming from the illithid with the rune-engraven tentacles. \nIt came as no surprise, when the staff held by the dwarven slave lighted up his vision to the point where his eyes almost began to tear up. Sepf, however, was surprised when the illithid's tentacles, and the spellcraft held within their runes, shone almost as bright. He dry-swallowed, realising the magical ability of his master's rival, before he cast his gaze to the enchanted stones hovering around the wizard's head. One of them shone as brightly as the tentacles and the others were more moderate in their glow. His curiosity satisfied, Sepf let the enchantment cease its effects and he saw the insides of the tent in the flickering light of the braciers standing around the edges again.\nThe illithid wizard sat down, after what the cub surmised was a burst of outrage, and the meeting continued without a spoken word, only the silent mindspeak of the strange creatures of whose city he was bound to. Usually, the mindspeak would be broadcasted to the whole gathering, slaves included, but it was apparently something of a secret matter that was being discussed.\nAfter a while, the meeting concluded, and the octopus-headed illithids rose as one, nodded to each other, and left the tent with their retainers in tow.\n\n\"Those flying stones, master, what are they?\" Sepf asked in a whisper as they walked towards their own tent, and quickly regretted his question as the illithid's tentacles began to writhe in agitation. \n[i]IOUN STONES. MOST MARVELOUS ARTEFACTS,[/i] his master's voice boomed into his head. \n\"Why was the wizard so angry?\" Sepf asked, deciding to press the issue despite knowing he was treading on dangerous ground. \nHis master turned and ceased walking, his bulbous eyes stared with something close to malice and his tentacles were undulating this way and that, betraying his emotions. \n[i]ABSALUM HAD ONE ALREADY, BUT THE OTHER TWO ARE FROM A RECENT RAID. I SUGGESTED HE SHARE THE SPOILS AND HE.. TOOK OFFENSE TO THAT[/i]\n\"I thought the spoils were divided equally..\" Sepf's voice trailed off.\n[i]IT IS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO PART A WIZARD FROM HIS MAGIC, EVEN IF IT AQQUIRED THROUGH DUBIOUS MEANS[/i] Sepf's master's voice left him no doubt that this was the final words of the matter and he shut his mouth and followed the illithid as he stomped towards their camp, which consisted of several, square, barrack-like tents for the slave soldiers and a couple of canopied ones for the master and his favorites.\n\nWhen they came into the tent, the illithid dismissed Zennobas and his pet displacer beast. The muscular gnoll had been sitting at the wooden table, studying a treatise on military matters. Sepf's master had gifted the hyena-like warrior with a powerful and lasting enchantment that had heightened his intelligence and the gnoll would often read books on the craft of war in his spare time, improving his skills as a commander. As their master commanded him to get out, he neatly put a black silk ribbon between the pages and closed the book with care, before his powerful calf muscles flexed as he stood up, gave a bow, and left the tent. As he went through the entrance, he whistled for his pet, and the black, six-legged feline got up from its slumber and followed him out.\n[i]LOOSE YOUR CLOTHES. NOW[/i] his master's voice boomed in his head, and Sepf wasted no time in undressing as quickly as possible. The domineering attitude of the illithid was already causing his member to harden slightly, its black tip sticking out of his sheath. \nThe mind-flayer stepped in and manhandled him around, guiding him over to the sturdy table. Instead of undressing, he had simply opened his robe by discarding his belt, and his impressive member was hard as a rock. It pressed into Sepf's backside as he was led over to and bent over the table, the illithid grabbing his tail and prodding at his puffy tailhole with his turgid erection.\nSepf was used to rough matings, but he meeped out when he felt the stretch, as the illithid's member had barely produced any pre now, only his naturally-forming mucous serving as a sort of lubrication. It stung wildly as he inserted it, and hurt further still as he pushed through the resistance in a determined fashion, half the length getting inside before the spasming walls of the cub stopped it, aided by the friction. His master growled, both in his mind voice and from his throat, a rare sound, and he rammed his hips forwards, causing the heavy table to shift a little and drove his member in to the hilt. \nThe cub cried out in pain, tears forming in his eyes as he was claimed so roughly, and he squealed out again and again as his master fucked him brutally, ramming into his backside with every ounce of his strength. His mind retreated into a form of mental space that was apart from reality, something that would occasionally happen when harsh things happened to him, and the memories of his first rape came back to haunt him.\nDespite the pain, the thick cock was battering his prostate in a way that made his knotted cock bob and weave and spit out precum, the cub moaning out despite himself. His mind was halfway in the past and halfway in the present, the rough claimings happening in a dual fashion, tainting the action of the present and sweetening that of the past. \nHe shook his head and cried out, forcing his mind to fully be aware of what was happening. His tailhole was being battered and he was sure the rough fucking was causing him to tear and bleed, but he found comfort in the thought that he was serving his master in such a way.\nThe illithid had been tense and angry after the council, and Sepf knew that he was taking it out on him. Hurting him. Fucking, no, raping him. Claiming him with no regard in such an intense manner. He put a paw into his mouth and bit down on it hard enough to draw blood, the pain slightly removing his focus from the painful assfucking and muffling his yelps and cries. His mind wandered to his first rape, how he had bitten into the strawfilled pillow, but was interrupted in his reveries when his master pulled out of him in a most brutal fashion, gaping his bruised tailhole. He grabbed the sobbing boy's hips and turned him around and lifted him up on the table, before grabbing his ankles and lining his member up to the bleeding pucker. Sepf cried out anew as the illithid pushed his cock inside, driving it to the hilt in one go, a couple dripping noises barely heard over the sound of his pelvis smacking against the cub's backside. \nThrough the tears in his eyes, the cub looked at his master. The illithid's tentacles were undulating around ferociously and his eyes had a gleam of malice he had only seen when he and Scrae were rescued. \nThe mind-flayer was fucking him with powerful, long strokes now. The table would shift backwards every time he rammed his member inside and Sepf's cock would spasm in tandem to the cruel battering of his prostate. He dared not touch himself, it was obvious his master was not in mood for shared pleasure, so he bit down on one paw and covered it with the other, keeping his voice muffled as it yelped and squealed and cried from the harsh rape. \nThe pain was great enough that even the sustained and heavy attack on his prostate could not bring him over the edge, and he was left unsatisfied, hurt and bleeding when his master climaxed and drove his member as deep as possible in great shudders. It was almost as if the tension and rage left his body as he came, his shoulders came down a little, and the crushing grip on Sepf's ankles was loosened as the illithid panted from the rigorous excersize.\nSepf's master pulled out somewhat slowly, bulbous eyes taking note of the blood covering his softening shaft, and stepped over to his discarded belt. The cub's legs simply fell down to a vertical position, his chest huffing in and out, as he was left worn out from the ordeal. He finally let go of his muzzle and realised his paw had bloody imprints above and below the knuckle of his pointy finger. \nThe illithid returned with his rod of healing, an item topped with a small sculpture of an angel with rubies for eyes. He lifted up Sepf's legs made a pass over the blue-furred cub's bleeding tailhole and Sepf gasped out in relief as the spatters of blood stopped dripping from it, as its wounds closed. The mind-flayer stood still for a moment, his tentacles almost vertical now, the tension gone from his body. His head leaned forward a bit, as if composing himself, and then he waved a three-fingered hand towards the exit of the tent. \n[i]I AM DONE WITH YOU. LEAVE,[/i] he projected into the cub's mind, turning away in a dismissive fashion and stepping towards his ottoman couch, where he plopped down and leaned back with a groan, spent member still slick with cum and blood. \nSepf adriotly came down from the table and put on his clothes, clenching his tailhole a couple of times and finding is worn and aching, but not in great pain. He looked plaintively at his master, hopeful for some recognition, but found none, and left the tent with weary steps, his softening member oozing pre into his undergarments. \nPerhaps Zennobas and Fluffy would be able to let him reach satisfaction, he thought, as he made his way over to the other canopied tent.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nSix weeks had passed since the last raid, and their force had been swapped out by fresh slave soldiers and the illithids that drove them into battle. \nThe coloum that traversed the Underdark back to the mind-flayer city of Orlo'o'rhonas was heavily laden with the magical chests full of plunder and loot. Gold and gems and ores and spices. Magical items and weapons. The center of the caravan was made out of huffing and bleating herds of rothé as well as a few riding lizards that had so far been untameable. \nStalking ahead of the column, along with Helazzin the deep gnome and Fluffy the displacer beast, Sepf was sneaking down a tunnel that would lead to a larger, westwards bound tunnel that would lead to the city. The illithids' council had decided to take a roundabout return journey, to keep the coloumn safe from intercepting drow forces. Of course, no trip was ever safe in the lands below the sun, but the supreme power of the illithids and their slave soldiers had obliterated nests of Quaggoths, Fungus Folk and even scared off a shadow dragon with Sepf's master's and Barnabos' supreme magical prowess bombarding the creature to the point where it slinked back into the shadows, defeated.\nExtending his senses to the fullest, the cub could only hear and smell the damp and somewhat suffocating air of the tunnel. His steps were light and the cloak weaved from elf hair he wore would ward off prying eyes, not that he didn't have spells both written directly onto his body or in his mind that would render him invisible. Sepf felt quite confident in his skulking all around and his mind was able to relax and think back on the raids he had participated in.\nDuring his escape from Claw Chasm, and especially in the rescue of Scrae from the duergar city of Firestone, his mettle had been tested and his skills in both the arcane and with the blade had been used in battle. But the raids had been something else. He had killed. From the shadows. Under the cloak of magical invisibility. In pitched battles. With magic, but especially with his enchanted sword he had dubbed Spark, due its lighting magic imbuement. He thought back on the guild he had been a part of, back in the world above, and how only a few of the members would have been as accomplished as he was now at this age. Nearing thirteen summers old, his body was beginning to mature, just like his mind and acumen, he had gained a couple more inches of height, and his muscles were more defined than ever due to the rigorous training schedule of his master's troops he was often a part of. \nHis self-absorbed thought were interrupted by the whisper of steps that reached his ears, and he crouched down and got close to the walls of the tunnel, silently muttering the command word that would activate the rune magic engraved on his back. He felt the white-coloured, double chevrons tattooed there burn slightly as his body turned translucent and he waited. \nThe steps became louder, and the reverbrations through the stone told Sepf that it was a fairly large creature walking on four limbs that was coming his way. Ahead, the tunnel dipped slightly, and the first thing he saw was a beastial visage of white fur that covered an ursine and squat monstrous head with slavering jaws. \nA quaggoth, a deep bear as it was often called, the beastial hunter that prowled the underdark. Some six feet tall when standing on its back legs and with a powerful and muscular body of some two hundred and fifty pounds of animalistic savagery.\nSepf took in a shuddering breath, feeling alone and exposed as the creature stalked towards him, occasionally dipping its muzzle to the ground to sniff at it in search of prey. The cub was familiar with the creatures, as the illithids kept many of them as slaves, and he had fought alongside them during the raiding expedition, but seeing it in the wild was something else. \nThe cub steeled himself. His mission was clear: 'scout for enemies, defeat those you can, report back on those you cannot'. And this single beast was something he knew he should be able to take on. He stepped silently into the middle of the tunnel and drew his sword as quietly as possible, well-oiled scabbard barely hissing as the two-edged shortsword with its azure gemstones on the pommel and the crossguard was drawn out.\nAhead of him, the bearlike creature stopped and took deep, sniffing breaths. Sepf knew that it would be able to smell him keenly through his invisibility and decided to begin the encounter with an offensive spell. He rummaged into his pouch contained his spell components and touched the tip of a small bottle of oil and brought out a piece of flint. The cloak of magic dissapated as he began the incantation and the quaggoth roared as its prey revealed itself, almost instantly charging the cub. Sepf chanted as fast as he could, unoccupied paw making the passes of the spell, and the drop of oil on his fingertip and the flint dissapated as his spell released, a single bolt of flame that hurtled towards the charging monster and struck it in the center of its chest, a whoosh of flames burning fur and the flesh beneath and causing it to stumble and roll as its momentum was broken by the magic. \nThe creature was resillient, though, and quickly got up in a scramble of paws and another loud roar, charging the young boy. He readied himself and as the quaggoth's right paw came crashing through the air to rip his head from his body, he stabbed out precisely, his enchanted blade plunging straight through its paw, which impaled itself on the blade. The surging crack of electricity made Sepf's eyes water and the bear-like creature roar out in pain, as tendons were severed and the magic caused its skin to crackle and split around the wound. \nSepf's elbow was pushed back from the strength of the charge, and it barraged into his abdomen, driving the breath from his body and causing him to stumble back, the blade exiting the creature's paw. He quickly got his bearing and readied the short sword again to ward off another attack, but the quaggoth stood still, a keening sound coming from its throat as it tried to put the paw on the ground and lifted off again in pain, blood spattering out from the wound. \n\"Git!\" Sepf shouted, his voice cracking from puberty, \"Get lost! The others will come soon and you will either die or be enslaved!\"\nThe bear-like creature cocked its head askew and took deep and ponderous breaths as it considered its options. The cub was sure the wounds already inflicted had brought it close to its limits and he had no wish to exterminate it unless he really had to. It almost seemed like his efforts were in vain, as the creature growled deep in its throat, but then it yelped and brought its wouded paw close to its chest. It huffed and turned tail and ran. \nSepf drew a breath of relief but was then overtaken by a black shadow that padded down the tunnel.\n\"Fluffy, no. [i]Heel![/i]\" he shouted after the displacer beast, his cracking teenage voice surprisingly dipping an octave and a half lower, making his command sounds like almost that of an adult male. The six-legged feline stopped in its tracks, facing down the quaggoth which had turned, standing on its hind legs ready for mortal combat. \n\"Come here!\" Sepf called out, his voice back to its cub-like tone, and the huge cat looked back over its shoulder, lazily regarding the boy, before it huffed in discontent and padded back, supremely ignoring the bear-like creature at its rear. \nThe quaggoth settled down on three paws, shook its head in confusion and turned to run off. \nSepf smiled as Fluffy returned to him, wipinig his blade of blood in his cloak and scabbarding it, before reaching out to pet the creature which stood taller than him, even on four legs. It stopped just shy of letting him touch, and regarded him with its golden eyes that glimmered with beast-like intelligence, regarding him with something close to annoyance of being denied a kill.\n\"He wasn't a threat,\" Sepf said with pleading in his voice, \"it was better to just let him go,\" he said, trying to convince himself just as much as the panther-like displacer beast. \nOne of the tentacles that sprung out from its back wriggled forward and gave him a slight cuff on the side of his head, battering his ear, before it stepped closer and nuzzled against him, causing him to fall on his butt with a giggle as the large feline licked his face a couple of times before it scampered back up the tunnel towards the main coloum of their raiding party. \nSepf got to his feet again with a smile and continued to scout out the tunnel, hopeful that no further enemies would impart their travel and that they would soon be home.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n[i]Sepf was hyperventilating with fright. His arms and legs were shackled, leaving him defenceless against the towering demonic monster that occupied the torture room with him. A brazier cast flickering shadows, causing the creature's snarling visage to be like that out of a nightmare. It had its slavering maw close to his face, fetid breaths causing his stomach to churn and his mind to wander what kinds of tortured meats the Draegolth consumed. \nIt's larger, clawed and massive paws were caressing his body, if one could call it that. The tips were dragging painfully into his fur and drawing blood, crisscrosses of bleeding wounds carved into his fur. \nThe draegolth's second pair of arms, elf-like in nature, had its hands on his member and nutsack, caressing the soft fur and coaxing out his black-skinned canine member. Despite himself, Sepf felt the warm touch of the fiend to be exciting, as it rolled his orbs around and massaged his sheath with a touch that seemed almost sensual. \nIn the back of his mind, the cub knew that this was all a ruse. Such a creature would use pleasure to toy with him, but his body responded nonetheless, and his member was soon fully hard and dripping pre, the pleasure a contrast he could focus on to disregard the pain of the large claws that were rending his fur and flesh alike. \n\"You mortals are so easy to fool. A bit of pleasure and any pain can seemingly be forgotten,\" the demonic creature whispered into the cub's ear, tugging his erection and painfully clawing four lines of pain across his abdomen with one of his monstrous paws, \"I shall enjoy messing with your mind until the point where you beg for me to kill you!\" \nWith that, the draegolth put its claws around Sepf's torso, holding him in place with its inhuman strength, digging the tips in to the point where they drew blood and made his ribs hurt. His other arms, the one that ended in humanoid hands, drew back from pleasuring the folf, letting his mind fully absorb the pain of his ribs being slowly crushed.\nA sudden bunch to his solar plexus drew his breath away. Another struck. Then another. The draegolth pummeled his body with swift and powerful punches, digging the strikes into his abdomen again and again, causing him to hurl. Spatters of slime and stomach acids began to hang from the cub's maw as his stomach was punched again and again, the demonic creature never ceasing its barrage. Knuckles impacted blue and white fur, driving the breath out of Sepf's lungs and causing what meager contents remaining in his stomach to be forced out to drip down his gasping jaw, the sour taste of his bile covering his tongue. \nThe beast struck further down, hitting the fur just above his pelvis, before it paused, just for a second, as it drew back on the arms for the next attack. \nSepf screamed as a heavy punch impacted his nutsack. Squealed as a slap impacted his cock, causing it to wobble up and down and burn from the palm that struck the upper part of his shaft, causing his cockhead to swell with bruising. The half-demon laughed cruelly and brought its palms together like one would trying to kill a fly, smacking the boy's cockhead three times with blows that rang out in the room, causing Sepf to sream out in pain.\nThe demon readied another strike and used savage uppercuts to crush the blue-furred folf's testicles against his body, the other hand holding his nutsack in place so it couldn't escape the furious blows. The first couple of blows caused Sepf's breath to be caught in his throat, and he remained breathless and bereft of his voice as two dozen harsh punches smashed against his stones to the point of them bursting. When the creature withdrew its fist with a satisfied huff, it took five second for the boy to draw in a shuddering breath, and then he wailed in torment. The torture to his nuts made him cry and scream like a little kid and tears fell freely from his eyes as he sobbed and shuddered. \n\"If I did not know any better, it would seem you are enjoying yourself!\" the dreagolth teased him, mockingly grasping his spasming erection and rubbing the pre at his piss slit around, causing a small sliver of pleasure to enter the cub's senses.\n\"Little weaklings such as you deserve to be used by powerful males, such as me,\" the fiend chuckled and reached down to undo the manacles at the cub's feet. \nSepf was shuddering in pain and almost mindless as his legs were lifted up, revealing his tender backside. But he absentmindedly noted the girth of the fiend, something close to twelve inches and more thick that even Zennobas. He shivered as the massive tool was brought up to press against his tailhole and yowled out as the half-demon plunged in, ripping him open and spearing him on its too-hot flesh. \nThe cub's ear had been bleeding, curtesy of the draegolth ripping out his earring, and now it brought its muzzle down to lick at it again, before engulfing it in the hot confines of its mouth, sharp teeth prickling the senstivite flesh. \nSepf screamed in torment as the fiend buckled its hips, demonic strength plunging its member deep inside his torn asshole, and screamed louder still, as it bit down, severing his ear from his head, chuckling darkly and munching on the tasty treat, while it raped him cruelly.\nIt's bestial member rammed in and out of him while its slavering jaws ate his flesh right next to his head, each sound of its fangs grinding his ear apart noisely impacting his ruined ear canal. Sepf convulsed under the assault, crying and pleading, as the half-demon let go of his abdomen, ribs cracking as the bent back again to their normal positions, and put the tip of a claw against his urethra, the sharp point digging painfully against his most sensitive orifice. \nHis right eye blacked out as a massive claw drew near, the off-yellow chitine drawing near.\nSepf screamed out as the claw got closer still, his voice turning hoarse as it prodded against and then penetrated his eye, causing his vision to blur. At the same time, an excrutiating pain erupted from his nethers, as the half-demon pushed its claw there into his urethra and slowly split his cock in two, slicing through the tender flesh.\nScreaming and convulsing, in pain so huge it dwarfed anything he had experienced so far in his life, the cub barely sensed when a loud crash ehoed in the small room. However, Sepf was too far gone to care... [/i]\n\n \n\"Wake up,\" a voice jolted him to conciousness, \"Sepf, wake up!\"\nCovered in sweat and with eyes blinking from tears, the blue-furred folf jolted into awareness, panting and groaning as the nightmare left his body, only to let him realise that Scrae the kobold was the one shaking him from his tortured slumber. Despite his familiarity, the vestiges of his night terror was gripping him so tightly that he meeped out and scrambled out of the bed, his feet touching the stone floor and stepping back all the way to the heavy, oaken door that led into Scrae's room. Sepf was panting and crying openly, even as his member was fully hard and dripping pre, his mind a whirlwind of conficting emotions. \n\"Sepf, what's wrong with you,\" the kobold said, sitting himself on the bed, his short and scaled legs dangling off the floor, totally nude. Sepf's initial reaction was enter guard, putting his left leg forward and raising his paws in the motions that had been drilled into him through relentless training. After a few seconds he relaxed his posture, his shoulders, which seemed to have risen all the way to his ears slumped down and he looked down with a sigh.\n\"I- Nothing,\" the cub said lamely, knowing his lie was apparent. \n\"You were crying and screaming in your sleep.\" Scrae said, matter-of-factly, absentmindedly rubbing his furred sheath, which was still matted with the emissions from their tryst the night before\n\"Just a nightmare,\" Sepf said, trying to sound nonchalant about it, not willing to admit the burning memories of his torture in Claw Chasm. \n\"There is no need to lie to me..\" Scrae's voice trailed off. Usually, he came off as a strict mentor, despite being about the same age as the cub, though his body was fully mature, the kobold species being fast growers. However, he could still come off as uncertain when it came to Sepf and the cub felt his hesitancy, somewhat glad the red-hued kobold didn't have the insights neccecary to prod at his inner feelings.\nUnlike their master.\nSepf shuddered at the thought, afraid the illithid would be able to sense his weakness and cast him out of the abode, to an uncertain future in the Underdark.\nThe cub emitted a deep sigh and stepped over to the bed. Scrae muttered a curse as he sat down, his increasing weight enough to cause the smaller kobold to bounce on the feather-stuffed mattress.\n\"Scrae, what do you know about the illithid Absalum?\" Sepf asked, hoping to change the subject. The kobold was wise to the less-than-deft attempt to steer the conversation, but held off his prying, sighing and looking the cub squarely in his eyes. \n\"Our master considers him a rival,\" Scrae said slowly, \"he is supposed to be the second most powerful wizard or the most powerful wizard in the city. That changes depending on the mood of our master.\" His draconic eyes locked with the cub's, \"Why do you ask?\"\n\"N- Nothing much. It's just that he angered him by taking some of the spoils that should have been shared,\" Sepf said, slyly predicting the outraged expression on the kobold's face.\n\"Scum-brained filth!\" Scrae cursed, clenching his paws in anger, \"No wonder Master was in a strange mood when you came back from the expedition yesterday!\" \nSepf did not have the heart to tell him that the illithid had been acting oddly since he raped him in the tent. He kept his mouth shut and forced an expression of anger onto his own visage.\n\"That cur should not be allowed to walk around with his head held high!\" the cub hissed, somewhat overly dramatic, hoping to rile up the kobold further, \"I want to take back what is rightfully our master's!\"\nScrae nodded eagerly, his draconic eyes narrowed in rightous anger from the thought. Then his shoulders slumped down a little, \"You can not do that,\" he said, \"it would be far too dangerous.\"\nSepf knew he was right, but opened his mouth to say something further, before the kobold's paw came up, his pointy finger pushing against his lips, \"Besides,\" Scrae said firmly, \"only Master decides such things. Since you are taking it up with me, I guess he has not given you any instructions in that regard.\"\n[i]Curses![/i] Sepf thought, his opaque attempt of subterfuge twarted. His ears drooped down and he gave a dejected sigh, before he gave a little meep as the tickling paw of the kobold rummaged with his sheath. \n\"Instead of worrying about such things, you should enjoy yourself,\" Scrae said, worming a digit into the cub's sheath and rubbing against his flaccid shaft, quickly coaxing out a bit of the black length, \"why don't you get on your paws and knees and I will give you something else to think about!\"\nSepf thought about the kobold's knotted member ramming up his rear and his erection hardened further, pushing back his plans to the back of his mind and causing his tailhole to spasm eagerly. He dipped in for a kiss and met his fellow pet's lips with his own, cub-like voice moaning out, reaching for the kobold's erection that was almost at full mast. \nHis personal project would wait for later.\n\n\n\nSonzo'azzar, the dark elf weapons master, was drilling the smaller members of the household in the art of fighting against larger opponents, and the larger creatures in how to counter such moves. \nSepf was sweating profusely, already two hours into the rigorous training, his body aching from the excersize in tandem to the delightful throbbings that came from his backside after the night's escapades with Scrae.\n\"Sepf, get in close. You must breach the distance as fast as possible to negate the advantage your opponent has,\" the drow's voice was hoarse and worn. His delicate facial features were creased with lines as his return from the dead had cost him a significant part of his life force. Yet, he was as dilligent as ever in training the pets and slaves of the illithid and the blue-furred cub was glad that the skillfull fighter was still a part of the household.\nHe was squared off against Zennobas. Both of them wore the gear they had been wearing while on the expedition. The gnoll was decked out in full adamantite plate, with the sigil of their master on its chest-piece, a five-pointed star with the two lower points elongated compared to the other three. Sepf was wearing his skimpy leather armour, that was enchanted to aid in sneaking and somewhat protectieve due to the dweomers cast into the black leather, but nothing like the protection granted by the heavy armour of the gnoll.\nDespite his size and the armour, Zennobas was moving with the careful grace of an ever more competent warrior, keeping his feet solidly planted and his enchanted longsword held in a dual grip. He was holding the sword in a low guard, changing the direction of the tip constantly as Sepf moved closer and then backwards, constantly circling, trying to get the optimal angle for an attack. \nSepf was dual-wieding Spark in his right paw and an enchanted dagger in his left paw, right leg forward and the tip of his sword constantly pointing towards the center of the large gnoll's torso, right at the star-shaped sigil. \nThe task that Sonzo'azzar had given him was almost impossible. The weary and skillful gnoll kept his guard up at all times, intelligent eyes regarding the cub with intensity, never underestimating, unlike other large creatures who would often rely on their overwhelming size to win their battles, and loose because of it. \n\"Batté, Sepf, [i]batté![/i]\" the drow called out, and the cub remembered his training, suddenly springing into motion and running dead ahead towards the gnoll. \nZennobas gritted his teeth and took a step to the side, sword moving to his left, point angling halfway towards the ceiling. Sepf grunted as he got close, and struck out with his blade, his speed having brought him into distance of the extended sword. He made the cut so that the center of his sword struck at the tip of the gnoll's, the lever-principle allowing his strike to batter it slightly out of the way before he let steel screech against steel and yelled out as he thrust forward. \nHis attack, however, was stymied by the gnoll simply backstepping with surprising alacrity, the sword which had been battered slightly away coming back to take a strike at the cub, who had to dodge and tumble to the left to avoid being hit. Sepf agilily got to his feet, facing the gnoll, tip of his shortsword angling upwards and the much larger male stood still and grinned at him.\n\"Good attempt, little one,\" Zennobas rumbled in his deep voice, \"you almost had me there.\"\n\"As did you!\" Sepf said cheerly, panting from the rapid clash, holding his sword up vertically and saluting the gnoll, before settling into a fighting stance again, Zennobas mirroring his actions, grin turning to an intense expression, fully back into training-mode again.\n\nAfter their training, the blue-furred cub and the well-muscles gnoll went to the baths, a section of the abode of hot-water pools, a steam room and a sauna, for the illithid's pets and slaves to clean off in and relax. \nThey walked side-by-side, talking about their training, Zennobas giving the boy small pieces of advice and expanding on the lessons of the drow weapons master. Sepf felt lucky that the powerful gnoll had taken a liking to him, as his ability to see through the training to the essense at its core would often give him valuable insights.\nSepf also felt lucky due to the heady smell wafting to his nose that came from Zennobas' sweaty body, the gnoll's fur utterly drenched. He had taken off his undershirt and was walking around with only his loincloth and his steed-studded boots on. The raunchy scents coming from his armpits caused the cub's member to stir, but it was the delectable musky emanations from underneath the gnoll's loincloth that made him salivate and his member to prod against the codpiece of his leather armour. \nAs they entered the baths and made it towards the heated pool, Sepf was pleased to notice that they were the only ones there. He discarded his gear and clothes within the span of a few breaths, eager to get naked and dirty with the gnoll, who simply stood there and took in the sight of the randy cub, his loincloth tenting slightly. \nSepf was halfway bent over, removing his underwear, when a sudden prodding to his backside caused him to meep out and stumble forwards. The gnoll rumbled out a deep-pitched and friendly laughter and stepped forward to prod again, his erection straining against the loincloth as he let the fully formed and knotted member press into the cleft of the cub's buttocks.\nThe cub moaned out from the hot warmth pressing against his pucker and began to grind against the clothed nethers of the gnoll, his own member, black and canine, twitching to full mast from the lewd sensation. \nZennobas took a step back and smirked down at the cub who looked back over his shoulder with a needy expression on his face.\n\"Lie down on the floor in front of the bench, little one,\" the gnoll said, pointing at the nearest stone bench around the steaming pool. Sepf pouted but did as asked, stepping over with a swish to his steps, making sure to make his well-defined buttocks strut out to entice the gnoll. \nZennobas appreciated the teasing, stepping closer and pulling off his loincloth, revealing a knotted member almost as long as the cub's underarm. He leaned down to undo his steel-capped boots and sighed contently as he stepped out of their stifling confines, wiggling his toes, nose curling at the powerful stench coming from them. Then he stepped closer to the cub, who had positioned himself on his back with his head towards the stone bench. \nSepf was almost salivating, his raunchy desire to let the gnoll dominate him by using him as his toilet causing his member to throb. He pouted when the larger male sat down on the bench, looking down at him between the throbbing red-skinned erection that spasmed in tandem to his heartbeat. \n\"I haven't bathed since we returned home, and my feet are killing me,\" Zennobas said, a smug expression on his hyena-like features as he lifted up his legs and undulated his toes, giving Sepf a good view of the underside of his feet, \"perhaps you can help me out with a relaxing tongue-bath!\"\nSepf's eyes went wide from the implications and then eep'ed out as one, sevely stinky footpaw came down to rest on his face, grinding against the fur there and depositing a rich and powerful musk that had hitherto been trapped inside the gnoll's sturdy boots.\nThe nose of the cub was assaulted by the stench of gnollfoot to the point where his eyes teared up. He had been drinking the bigger male's piss and eating his shit on a regular basis, but this was the first time he was subjected to the underside of the hyena-like creature's foot-smell this close up. Zennobas used his big toe to pry at Sepf's lips, letting him know he wanted it to enter, and the cub reluctantly opened up, the large digit filling up his maw.\nThe taste was awful, a sharp and pungent tone that turned into the sour and musky aftertaste that resembled the gunk on a filthy cock. The gnoll played around with his big toe, pulling it out and pushing it back in, letting it glide in between Sepf's lips and his teeth, coating his entire mouth in the taste of his stinky foot. Next came the next two toes, big toe hanging outside the boy's mouth, and a new arrary of flavours and tastes were assaulting his tastebuds and nose. \n\"Not much bath about this, is there?\" Zennobas remarked dryly and Sepf finally began to suckle a little and let his tongue scrape against the almost-moldy tasting toes in his maw. \nThe cub gagged several times, as this released an array of flavours right down his gullet, causing his stomach to rebel. The gnoll rumbled and pulled the middle toes out and inserted his smallest toes, repeating the proces of grinding the digits around the cub's mouth before letting them rest so that he could suck the grime off them. He brought up his other foot, and ground it against Sepf's ears and headfur, gripping the stone bench for puchase. \nThe blue-furred boy could almost feel how his fur became more and more sticky from the grime, and his sense of taste and smell were overworked, but underneath it all came the familiar and rolling current of arousal from the submissive and nasty act. He was fullfilling what he considered one of his primary functions in the abode: keeping other males happy. Whether by raising his tail, sucking cock, serving as a latrine, or even like this, as a personal foor rest and toe cleaner. \nZennobas noted the change and pulled out the small toes with a satisfying slurp, before he brought the other footpaw to bear, and inserted its big toe into the cub's eager muzzle, which immidiately began sucking the digit as if it were a cock, tongue dancing over its surface. Sepf also made sure to let his tongue traverse the cracks between the gnoll's toes, the spaces there almost hairless and inundated with raunchy musk, which just turned him on further. \nSepf groaned out in pleasure, as a warm and grimy weight pressed down on his erection. The gnoll was tall enough to sit on the bench, have one foot be serviced by the cub right in front of him and to extend his leg to press down against the black and knotted cubcock further away.\n\"That's it, boy, worship my feet,\" the gnoll rumbled, the ball of his foot rubbing back and forth over the cub's dripping erection, while pulling out his big toe and inserting all the small toes at once, stuffing the cub's maw to the brim with the smells and tastes of many days worth of marching. \nSepf was becoming almost delirious and musk drunk from it all, the grimy feeling against his sensitive erection, the heavy mass pressing into his maw, forcing his jaws apart to accept all the toes, the tastes and scents that were scraped off by his tongue and teeth. \nZennobas began to grind his foot harder and lower on the cub's knotted member, the ball of his foot pressing the knot against Sepf's body and his toes flexing to grasp at it, while the heel of his foot rubbed grime into the copious amounts of precum that the cub was emitting. Sepf began to gurgle, as his entire world was gnoll foot-musk, every breath a cacophany of smells and every swallow of gritty saliva was pungent with the sour taste. \nThe gnoll began to press and rub harder and faster, causing the cub underneath him to whine out in pleasure. \n\"You're so soft...\" Zennobas said slowly, Sepf moaning plaintively.\n\"...Weak...\" The gnoll said, not unkindly, though it caused the cub's ears to droop and his cheeks to blush brighty from the dominant words.\n\"...Pathetic...\" Zennobas said, increasing the pressure of his foot, causing the boy to squeal out and finally lose it, cum spraying from his black member to coat the underside of the gnoll's heavy foot and mat the white stomach fur on his abdomen and crotch.\nZennobas kept rubbing Sepf's cock firmly, the grimy feeling getting overwhelming and he whined out between the toes still lodged into his mouth. The gnoll relented and pulled out the toes and the other foot, hovered the cum-slickerned underside above the cub's head and waited. It did not take Sepf many seconds to figure out his task and his tongue made pass after pass on the musky underside of the gnoll's foot, licking off his own cum and several weeks worth of dried-up footsweat. \nThe cub stiffened when several loud and crude voices began to get closer, some other denizens of the abode coming for a bath. Zennobas took the cue to lift off his foot, mostly cleaned of cum and grime now, and set it down firmly, standing up and giving Sepf a nice view of his bobbing erection, heavy nutsack and sweat-dripping pucker. \n\"Get dressed, kid. Let's continue this in my room,\" the gnoll rumbled affectionally, \"I have a cock that needs a warm place to be put into!\"\n\n\nLater, after having been knotted twice by the large gnoll, stomach bulging out from the massive length and tailhole severely sore from his ordeal, Sepf was resting with Zennobas' arm draped over him in a possessive embrace, fat gnoll cock up his ass. \nOn the floor, Fluffy the displacer beast was curled up. It had taken exactly one sniff at Sepf when they returned from the baths, coughed like felines do, and then scampered into a corner to lie down, letting the cub and the gnoll enjoy themselves.\nZennobas was snoring loudly, the rumbles from his chest making Sepf's backside vibrate. The cub was leaking precum from his half-hard member, despite it having shot its load three more times after the feet-induced climax. The gnoll's fat cock was pressed up against his prostate, and the rumbles from his snoring made it vibrate, causing a never-ceasing flurry of twitches to run through the cub's body from the stimulation.\nInbetween the two rounds of fucking, Sepf had inquired about Absalum, about whom the gnoll did not know much. Only that he was a powerful spellcaster and that his abode was in one of the central caverns, near the arena, the structure he inhabitated carved from a stalagmite and shaped like a mushroom. The blue-furred folf was certain he could find the structure by himself with those directions and nursed a plan while he waited for Zennobas' cock to deflate and pop out his tailhole.\nSepf looked at the displacer beast and activated the power of his magic-sensing ear ring, smiling softly with how Fluffy's collar lighted up. The feline's leather collar was sturdy and thick, covered in studded steel spikes. Imbued with various enchatments, it made the creature both able to crawl on walls, protected it somewhat against fire and lightning as well as coating its entire body in a shield of magic as powerful as plated armour. Fluffy was also imbued with higher intelligence by the collar, and could understand most spoken words in several tongues, having picked up the various languages spoken within the abode. The displacer beast was truly formidable in combat and Sepf had been glad to scout out tunnels ahead of the raiding party with it by his side. \nAs the gnoll's member finally plopped out of his tailhole in a gush of cum, Sepf squirmed under Zennobas' well-muscled arms and stepped out of bed, the wet feeling of semen caressing his buttocks and thighs and tickling his legfur as it oozed out of his gaped-open tailhole.\nWhen his feet made contact with the floor, the displacer beast opened its eyes and yawned, made a catlike stretch and padded over to him, nuzzling against his crotch and almost causing him to fall down from the beast's huge weight. Sepf had to hold on the black-furred, panther-like head of the creature to stay on his feet and its huge tongue angled up to lick at his palms, a deep and throaty purr beginning to emanate from its throat. \n\"Fluffy, I need your help,\" Sepf said, as he began slowly and silently to put on his undergarments. The creature stepped around him and lapped at his legs, catching the gnoll's cum with its tongue. The fold meeped out as silent as possibly when it put its large and cold nose in between his buttocks and licked at his sore sphincter.\n\"No, not like that,\" he said, \"I need your help for a mission,\" he turned to face the creature which stared at him with beyond-animalistic intelligence, its head cocked slightly askew like asking a question. \n\"I need to steal something for our master,\" the cub whispered, somewhat excitedly, to which the feline's ears perked up, \"and I need you to help me get there!\" \nThe displacer beast huffed and brought its huge head down to his crotch, to lick at his member which was still hard from the sore throbbing in his tailhole. Sepf turned its head away with a giggle before fixing a more stern expression, \"I'm serious, Fluffy,\" he said.\nIf the feline could have pouted, that is the expression the cub would have expected to see, its ears drooped a little and it whined a little in the back of its throat.\n\"No. Shhhhhh, don't make any noise. It's supposed to be a secret,\" Sepf plaintively said. \nThe displacer beast looked at the gnoll, who kept it as his pet, and Sepf was sure the creature was considering waking its master. The cub stepped forward and grabbed the feline's head, putting his own forehead against its forehead, \"please, please, please just help,\" he muttered, feeling forlorn at the chance of the creature not being willing to help him.\nFluffy huffed, then puffed, then took a step back, gently shaking its head to pry off his paws, before it sat down on its haunches and looked at him expectantly, its eyes narrowed and its tail and tentacles wriggling around a little. \n\"You'll help?\" Sepf asked, hopefully. \nThe displacer beast huffed and nodded its head three times, getting to its feet and staring at the door, ready to leave.\nThe cub choked down the desire to shout out in jubilation, while at the same time his eyes misted up a bit from the sudden change in fortunes.\n[i]I'll show Master that I am worthy of being his pet![/i] Sepf thought as he dressed himself, before he opened the door to the hallway and led Fluffy through the corridors of the his master's abode. \nFinally, without running into any guards, they made their way through the gate and stood looking over the mind-flayer home city. Sepf turned to the displacer beast.\n\"I'm going to ride on you and cast a spell of invisibility on you. Do you understand?\" Sepf asked the feline, who nodded in response, and lowered its four front legs to allow him to sit up, right behind where its tentacles sprouted from its body. Sepf muttered his way through the incantation and pressed his palm into the thick backfur of the displacer beast, and it shimmered and then turned invisible. He concentrated and then spoke the activation words to activate the runic magic engraved on his back, and he turned invisible as well. \n\"Is it okay if I hold on to your tentacles?\" Sepf asked, to which the beast huffed in aknowledgement, and he grabbed onto the tentacles as close to their base as possible, Fluffy circling them around hius wrists two times to fasten him down, \"Good kitty,\" Sepf whispered, \"let's go!\"\nThe large, six-legged feline sprung forward in a quick dash, large paws almost soundlessly padding against the floor of the cavern. At this point of the day, traffic was light, only a few slaves and the occasional patrol. However, Sepf knew that the psionic imbuements from his master would ward off most alarms, marking him and the displacer beast as as being friendlies, despite their cloaking. \nThey were quickly inside the second-innermost cavern, where the arena was, and Sepf made Fluffy stop for a moment to take a stock of the situation. He muttered an incantation and made a circle with his right thumb and pointy finger, looking through. The minor spell would focus sight to the point where objects far away looked as if they were close enough to touch, and the cub used the augmented vision to scout for the fungus-like structure of Absalum. \n[i)There![/i], he thought, as he honed in the structure, which was towering over most of the buildings of the cavern. Grey and redbrown colours streaked up the structure's sides and the added mushroom head, which glittered with fearie fire, was more like a platform. Or rather.. Sepf squinted and noticed how holes had been strategically carved on its sides, then looked down and failed to see an entrance. Perhaps the wizard's abode had stone doors and could be defended from the platform above?\nThe cub looked at the walls of the cavern near them, and thought an entry from above would be the wisest. Climbing the stalagmite itself seemed foolhardy, it would probably be enchanted, but if he landed on the top? \n\"Fluffy, climb the wall here and take us to the roof right over the mushroom-shaped stalagmite there,\" Sepf whispered to the huge feline, leaning forward and letting one of its eyes see through his O-shaped fingers. The displacer beast huffed and began to climb, the spell imbued in its collar allowing it the traverse the steep wall almost as easily as walking.\nSepf held on for dear life, and Fluffy let its muscular tentacles wrap around his arms and torso, holding him in place. The view was astounding, but the cub had little time to enjoy it, as his head began to roar when the displacer beast began crawling on the ceiling of the cavern. Inhabited stalagmites hung down from the ceiling, and the feline made sure to give them a wide berth, the trip slow and careful.\nFinally, they were hanging above the mushroom-shaped structure of his master's rival. At this point, the cavern was perhaps one hundred feet tall, with a drop of fifty feet to land on the top of the tower. Sepf had been scanning it for watchmen, and noted that a couple of goblins were posted there, shabbily clad, but armed with spears that glowed brightly with magical enchantments. \n\n\"Let me get one of my hands free, so that I can cast a spell of feather fall on you,\" Sepf muttered to the displacer beast. Fluffy looked back over his shoulder and huffed in derision, before simply letting itself fall. Sepf almost shouted in fright as they plummeted towards the platform and the goblins, air whooshing in his ears, head hurtling straight towards the stone tiles there. However, the cat-like nature of the displacer beast let it rotate its body mid-flight and it landed with a thud, six legs easily absorbing the fall. \nThis made the goblins turn, with alarm on their features, and Fluffy dashed forward with a loud growl and tore into the one to their right. At the same time, it uncoiled its tentacles, and Sepf let himself fall off and roll, before sprinting towards the goblin on their left, unsheathing his sword and ramming it through the creature's chest before it could brace its spear at the muted sound of his feet padding over the platform. He struck true, and lighting cracked and burst the creature's heart. The other one was overwhelmed by the ferocious beast that latched its slavering jaws onto its throat and tore it out in a spurt of blood, letting the goblin fall gurgling to the floor.\nSepf looked down at the creature he had slain, leaned in to wipe his sword on its filthy rags, and sheathed it. After that, he pried its spear out of its hand and tested its weight and balance, getting a closer look at its wickedly-barbed and enchanted spearhead that was imbued with glowing runes, not unlike the ones of the illithid's tentacles. He opened his small pouch of holding, and marveled at its magic as he inserted the entirity of the spear into without a hazzle. Fluffy's jaws were red with blood and it was feasting on its goblin prey, but let the cub pick up the other spear unmolested, and he stowed that away as well. Sepf took note of the necklaces around both guards' necks, deducing they were for raising the alarm, and was glad their initial attack had been so sudden and overwhelming.\nIn the center of the platform was a circular staircase winding into the tower. Sepf stepped towards it and called out for the displacer beast, which growled in discontent as it left its meat behind, half the goblin's body already ripped apart and gobbled up.\n\nSepf took the lead and sneaked down the staircase. Both he and Fluffy were visible, as their attack had broken the spell, and he took care to step as lightly as possible. He had drawn a small hand-crossbow, a common weapon in the underdark, its bolts laced with a drow-made sleep poison. The bottom of the stone staircase, which was winding down for several stories as far as Sepf could tell, opened up to a hallway. It seemed the space inside the tower filled out more than physics should allow, and the cub thought it was some sort of pocket dimension, not unlike his master's abode. \nThe doors along the corridor were sturdy, made of some kind of light-coloured wood, and Sepf opened them one after the other, revealing cramped sleeping rooms with bunkbeds that hosted a variety of enslaved creatures, snoring in their sleep. \nThe cub's heart felt as if it was bursting out his chest, as they made it further along, eight chambers full of minions behind them, with nothing of interest so far. \nThey were some 50 feet away from the end of the corridor, nearing an ornate door bedecked with golden inlays of screaming faces and devil-like shapes, when things went south. Two doors on either side of the corridor slammed open, and half a dozen quaggoths bedecked in chainmail and armed with rune-engraved swords and maces streamed out, their heavy steps echoing in the hallway. \nThe door at the end opened as well, and through the hulking brutes, Sepf could see the illithid step through, clad in his robe of eyes, hefting his staff and with the three Ioun stones hovering around his head. \nIt was do or die, and Sepf let out a warcry and charged forward, unsheathing his sword with his right paw and casting a spell with his left paw, two green missiles flying from his paw to impact one of the quaggoths, acid splashing out and causing the creature to burn and scream, it's bestial head melting from the magical attack. \nThe illithid mage was obstructed by the bear-like creatures, not able to get a clean line of sight, and was casting defensive spells at a furious pace, his skin glittering like a prismatic gem, glowing with smoldering ember red, and coating with a greenish carapace with long thorns sticking out. \nThe displacer beast roared out and punched past Sepf, smashing into the line of quaggoths, tentacles lashing out to strike at one while it climbed the other and raked at its chainmail with its four hind legs.\nSepf darted in, dodging a sword strike, and struck at the offending wrist, slicing through sinew and causing the quaggoth to drop its weapon, before its companion struck out in a horisontal blow the cub only barely managed to step out of reach of. He reposted with a thrust, but the creature parried his blow, while the other roared out in pain and fury and charged him. The cub nimbly spun on his heel, letting the quaggoth brush past him, and he stepped towards it, thrusting his blade high to strike at its neck, sword-tip digging in a few inches and detonating its lighting, causing the creature to convulse and fall dead to the ground. \nHis attack proved dangerous, as the other quaggoth swung at him from behind, catching him with a powerful blow on his shoulder, causing him to crash into the wall of the corridor and loose the grip of his sword in the proces. Sepf cried out in pain, and tumbled forward, dodging another attack. He quickly spoke the command word that activated the double chevron runes on his right upper arm, a shadowy sword appearing out of thin air. It's weight, though minimal, was enough to make his shoulder hurt, but he felt it better to be armed than not, blindly swinging the magical sword at the quaggoth, who disengaged by stepping out of reach. \nOut of the corner of his eyes, Sepf noticed the displacer beast battling furiously with the other quaggoths, its tentacles not powerful enough to tear through their enchanted chainmail and its raking attack having minimal effect. Half a dozen wounds were already covering its body and it was roaring with rage, which the quaggoths matched with roars of their own. \nShoulder aching, Sepf parried another mace-strike and tried to riposte, but the shadowy sword was battered away by the mace's shaft and his opponent began to circle him. It was then he was suddenly aware of the illithid casting a spell and he quickly turned his head to see a bolt of lighting arc his way. He twisted his body in a half-somersault, but was a little too slow, and the magic impacted his flying leg behind the shin, causing him to stumble as he hit the ground again, nearly getting brained by the quaggoth who stepped in for another strike. \n\"Fluffy! Run!\" Sepf shouted at the displacer beast, which was obviously outmatched by the well-armed and armoured quaggoths, as well as being the target of a new spell by the illithid, a dozen magical missiles striking true, penetrating its displacement ability and wounding it. The creature roared out in pain and struck furiously about with its tentacles, battering at the quaggoths' weapons, backstepping away from them. \nSepf feinted high and ducked low, getting in under the quaggoth's guard, letting himself stumble past and struck at its right leg, the shadow blade ripping its kneecap apart with a satisfying cruch, causing the creature to kneel down as the leg gave away. The quaggoth roared out and swung at him, but missed as its balance was off, its body twisting in a circular motion, leaving it open to Sepf's counter-attack, which drove the shadow blade through its eye and plunging it deep inside its brain. \nThe cub ripped out the sword and the quaggoth fell to the ground, and was then impacted by the full brunt of a sonic spell that caused the very air around to scream out like hundreds of swords grinding against each other all at once. His eardrums felt like they burst, and his skin was ripped at by the magic of the spell, and he fell to his knees, covering his ears and felt blood oozing out.\n\"Fluffy!\" Sepf cried out, his voice muffled, but audible to his own ears through the ringing, \"RUN!\"\nThe big cat finally listened and stumbled backwards, numerous, but shallow, wounds covering its body, one of its legs wounded to the point where it kept it lifted off the ground.\nIt took up position at the cub's side, and he got to his feet, wincing as his lighting-struck leg hurt from the weight being put on. He nervously looked back as the doors on the sides of the corridor opened, numerous slaves spilling out to check on the commotion. \n\"It's no use, get out of here!\" Sepf commanded the displacer beast, which huffed in annoyance, before obeying, scrambling down the hallway and surprising the creature by jumping up, rotating its body, and climbing on the ceiling, narrowly dodging thrusts from swords and spears alike. \nSepf began to cry from the inevitability of his defeat, but he readied himself and charged towards the remaining quaggoths and the illithid mage. \nHe sprinted as fast as his wounded leg would carry him and honed in on the mind-flayer, but was stuck in his tracks when it bellowed out a word of power that stunned him, causing his muscles to tense up, and fell to the ground with a crash, chin smacking into the hard stone painfully. The enchanted blade in his paw dissapated and he was totally vulnerable.\n[i]Oh no,[/i] he thought, as the quaggoths, though furiously growling and bloodied, stepped back and let the illithid come closer to the prone form of the cub. \n[i]Well, well, well... What have we here?[/i] Absalum's voice projected into his mind. \nThe wizard turned to the quaggoths and gave them a silent command, one of them reaching down and huffing as it lifted the paralyzed cub onto its shoulder and carried him through the gold-engraved door to the illithid's sanctum, the wizard following after them.\n\nSepf could only watch the world upside-down, his eyes darting from side to side, as he was carried inside the large and rectangular chamber. It seemed to be a combination of resting space with both bed as well as couches and reclining chairs and a magical laboratory, with sizzling postions heated by magical flames, rune-engraved weapons hanging on a section of the wall and numerous items held in display cabinets with glass covers. \nAt the very back of the room, though, things turned more sinister. They walked past two braziers that burned with green flames, casting strange and flickering shadows, and Sepf noted that the stone floor was spattered with darkened and dried-up stains. He was powerless as the quaggoth pulled him off, the world lurching sickeningly as he was right side up again, and then began to cry as his armour and clothing was unceremoniously pulled of his limp body. Fully naked, his wrists were secured by manacles hanging by dangling chains, which the illithids manipulated to spread his arms away and up from his body. \nHis feet were secured by a strange object, a long rod with manacles at each end, forcing his legs apart, the rod itself then being fastened into loops of iron that stuck out from the wall, which opened and closed magically from the illithid's touch.\nThe wizard dismissed the quaggoths and Sepf felt like all hope was lost when the door to the chamber closed with a loud boom leaving him alone and at the mercy of his master's rival.\nSepf finally took in the sight of the mage, his glowing, rune-engraved tentacles, the malice coming from its eyes and the cub's own sword, held in a three-fingered hand, while another was idly caressing the blade and the azure gemstones at its pommel and crossguard. \n[i]A fine blade,[/i] the illithid projected into his mind, [i]but not something your master has crafted.[/i] It let the unasked question hover in the air.\n\"I made it myself,\" Sepf croaked out, the paralysis worn off, and he squirmed a bit in his bondage to test its strength, finding it solid and tight, barely allowing him an inch of movement to either side. \n[i]Ohhh, my.. What a prodigous student,[/i] the illithid's mental voice said, scorn and sarcasm heavy in its tone, which sharpened in mockery, [i]though this blade is not even worthy to be melted down for scrap![/i]\nThe cub was fairly proud of his creation, and the certainty in the illithid's voice about the blade's shortcomings caused his ears to droop. \n[i]Now, why did your master send you?[/i] Absalum asked.\n\"He... He didn't,\" Sepf responded tiredly, feeling utterly foolish for attempting this heist without even his master's approval.\n[i]Of course he did not.[/i] Heavy sarcasm oozed through the mind-flayers mental voice, before he stepped closer to put his index finger on the cub's forehead, disregarding Sepf's flinching, and probed him, [As expected, your mind is warded.[/i]\nThe illithid stepped back to a laboratory table, sheathing the cub's sword and placing it there, before walking over to one of the display cabinets, rummaging with something the cub could not see. He pocketed something small and returned, taking a pensieve stance, idly scratching his tentacles. The cub tried to draw back when it suddenly began to cast a spell, but nothing happened upon its completion, and the illithid reached out with two fingers to caress the tattooes inscribed upon his blue fur. He started by getting far too close for comfort, his scent almost overpowering as he stepped into a half-embrace, feeling for the tattoo on his back, then he grasped the cub's arms and finally took the fingers to the star-shaped tattoo on his cheek.\n[i]The other tattoos are slave-made, but this one,[/i] he tapped demonstratively on Sepf's cheek, [i]is made by your master. The others imbue invisibility, a shield spell and that shadow blade you tried to assault me with. This one, however, a powerful contingency...[/i]\nThe illithid stepped back and began an incantation, and Sepf felt as if the runes engraved in his fur burned a little, before they cooled again as the spell's effect passed. The illithid stepped nearer and touched the tattoo on his cheek, then the ones on his arm and back, [i]It would seem your spellcraft is no match for mine, no surprise there, but the contingency...[/i]\nThe mind-flayer began a complicated and long spell that took half a minute to recite. Sepf felt like the rune engraven on his cheek altered shape, heat and size by the second, his cheek-fur burning and freezing, sizzling, electrified. He shuddered from the unwelcome sensations, but had to bear it with gritted teeth and the wizard kept up with his magic. \nAs the spell finished, and the lingering aches dissapated, the wizard stepped closer before cursing in his mind voice, the litany of a mixture of what Sepf thought was Abyssal and archaeic Undercommon. Reaching for the star-shaped sigil on his cheek again, the mind-flayer closed its eyes and concentrated deeply for a few seconds, index finger blindly tracing the contours of the tattoo. \n[i]Hmmm, triggered when you get near death. No other triggers. Nothing I have to worry about,[/i] the illithid projected, stepping back to put its hand on its hips to take in the sight of the helpless cub, [i]I don't have to kill you to break your mind.[/i] \n\nSepf shuddered in anticipation of the horrors to come, and flinched when the wizard took a hold of his sheath, but was surprised when the squid-headed creature merely began rubbing him. Despite his fright, his body's natural reaction to the stimulation was soon obvious, as his black-skinned member began to poke out of its sheath, its length hardening. As his knot began to make the skin bulge out, Sepf gasped out in displeasure when the illithid began rubbing its thumb around his cockhead, the slightly, mucous-slick digit rubbing around his urethral opening again and again. Even with that, his knot eventually popped out of his sheath, and his cock began to jet precum that aided the wizard's hand in masturbating him, though he kept his focus on his head, which made him squirm and yearn for a firm grasp around his knot instead. \n[i]This will not do,[/i] the mind-flayer projected, [i]this member belongs on an animal or a simple-minded slave. I dislike breaking those. No challenge, no true mental torment, only a reaction to physical stimuli.[/i]\nSepf was panting slightly, but his golden eyes narrowed in concern as the illithid stepped back and rummaged through its component pouch, to pick out an empty cocoon. Holding it between the index finger and thumb on one hand, the other began to make the mystical passes of a spell, and the wizard tapped the cocoon at the cub's black member. \nThe sensation was wondrous and wierd. Sepf's cock tingled and throbbed, almost like peeing or something akin to an orgasm, and a light arose from his nethers and the cocoon dissapated and his dick and crotch began to morph into something strange. \nWhen the spell had passed, Sepf's white public fur had been erased in a circle around his dick. The member itself had transformed into a tube of pink flesh, a humanoid cock, and the skin of his pelvic area had the same pink colour. He shivered when the illithid let a finger glide over the smooth skin and gasped as it took a hold of his member, which had not shortened in size to something close to two inches, compared to his regular three-and-a-half, while his nutsack had shriveled, becoming hairless as well, as tightening up against his body compared to the more loose skin of his canine nature. \n[i]Much better, now your member is like that of a sentient race,[/i] the illithid projected into his mind, rubbing the small dick, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the incredibly sensitive cockhead. Sepf gasped and groaned as the mind-flayer rubbed its fingers across the suddenly most sensitive part of his entire body, the small dicklet still oozing precum, the almost purple-coloured head glistening with it. \nThe wizard took a hold of the cub's nutsack and started pulling it down, testing the stretchyness of the new skin and then squeezed. Sepf moaned in pain as the illithid increased the strength of his grip, the small orbs being compressed further and further to the point where he yowled out in pure agony, tears falling down his face. \nKeeping his grip tight like that, enjoying the tortured cries of the cub, the wizard brought his other hand near and readied a fingerkick. Sepf flinched and cried out from the surprising amount of pain the creature could give him by just impacting his cockhead with his finger. \nTap. Tap. Tap. \n\"Ow, ow, ow!\nTap. Tap. Tap.\nSepf whined and cried, the incessant pressure on his orbs traversing up his body to cause his stomach to hurt, his body tensing from the pain and jolting everytime the illithid finger-kicked his sensitive cock. \nAfter tiring of this, but not releasing the pressure, the cruel wizard looped a finger around the glans to meet his thumb, gripping the dick under the head, and squeezing it just as tightly as he did the cub's nutsack. \nPain caused Sepf's eyes to flicker as his dicklet was tortured like this, while his stomach churned from the agonizing squeezing of his hairless nutsack and the small stones within. The wizard kept the pressure on for what seemed like hours, but was certainly counted in several minutes, the cub squirming in his bondage, wiggling to and fro in agony from the constant and cruel pressures.\nSomehow, the illithid pressed even harder and Sepf broke out in sobbing cries, begging for mercy, calling for his master, but it was all for naught, as his tormentor never ceased the squeezes. \nBlood was being pushed out of the cub's hairless member, and when the illithid finally released his hold, it had shriveled up to a pathetic little nub of flesh that threatened to pull into the cub's body, his hairless nutsack much the same, purple with bruising from the simple torture. \n\n[i]Why did your master send you?[/i] the mind-flayer projected into the cub's mind, and Sepf just cried harder, mentally cursing the psionic wards on his mind that prevented the creature from seeing the truth in his thoughts. \n[i]Stubborn, aren't you? Do you think your display of weakness will coax out any mercy from me? If so, then you are sorely mistaken![/i] The mind-voice of the wizard had a hard edge, and Sepf knew his torture was only beginning.\nAbsalum stepped away for a few moments, opening a drawer and pulling out a small, square leather pouch. He opened the flap hiding its contents and showed them off in the flickering green lights of the braziers. Sepf gasped as he saw that the pouch held and array of small and gleaming torture instruments; barbed hooks, long and short needles of various sizes and clamps fitted with gleaming obsidian on the insides. \n[i]Let us start with these,[/i] the cruel voice projected at the cub, taking out a small bundle of thin needles stuck into a piece of cork, stepping back to lay the pouch of a table. \nSepf shook his head and cried out his protests, to which the illithid hissed from the deep of its throat before it cast a spell that turned his voice silent. The cub screamed for mercy, but nothing came out except for whooshes of air, and he shook his head in despair at the helplessness of it all, vacating his bladder in fright, his small, humanoid member pointing towards his right thigh and splashing himself with the urine. \nTentacles undulating menacingly, the mind-flayer stepped closer, and pulled out a single needle that gleamed wickedly in the strange green light from the braziers, he pocketed the bundle, and used the long fingernails on his other hand to grip at the flaccid cockhead of the cub, causing him to cry out soundlessly. Stretching the little dick away from Sepf's body, drawing blood as he dug his nails into the overly-tender flesh, he angled the needle to come from behind the head on the right side of the cock, the sharp prick turning to agony at the wizard pushed the needle towards himself, pushing the gleaming metal through Sepf's transformed cockhead with the point sticking out, right at the urethra.\nSepf screamed and cried, his facial fur matted with his tears, but no sound escaped his lungs, except for pained wheezes. He shuddered in his bondage as the illithid repeated the proces, more gingerly this time, as the tiny cockhead made his work difficult, but succeding in pushing through the tiny sliver of steel, exiting it just on the left side of the urethral opening.\nThe blue-furred cub's shuddering increased as another needle gleamed in the alien light and was pushed into the glans of his tiny member, the illithid squeezing his cockhead agonisingly as he pushed it in vertically. Another needle was added, just below, then another. Each one pushed through with the slow delicacy of a master torturer, the mind-flayer making sure to wriggle his fingers back and forth as he stuck the needles in, the incredible pains turning even worse.\nSepf was almost convulsing in agony, drool and snot falling from his mouth and nose as he was forced to endure the sickening sight of his transformed member being turned into a pincushion. \nThe illithid's body language was one of satisfaction as it stepped back to look at the tormented cub, hands on its hips, taking in the sight of his crying face and his blood-dripping tiny member. Then he turned and walked over to one of the display cabinets, pulling out a small rod and returning with it. He angle it at Sepf's mouth and it fired off a glob of viscous slime that struck his muzzle, splashing over it and forming an almost-solid mass that prevented him from breathing, forcing him to inhale through his nose, nearly choking on his snot. \nWith this, the illithid let the spell of silence drop, to enjoy the pained wheezes of air and shuddering, snot-spewing exhales as the cub tried and failed to scream out in agony from the multiple burning sensations of his dicklet. \n[i]You woke me from my slumber, did you know that?[/i] it projected into his mind, before it gingerly grabbed a hold of one of the needles pointing of Sepf's cockhead by its base, pushing it towards himself and then grabbing the pointy end and extracting the gleaming sliver of steel. \nCries emanated from Sepf's throat, but were muffled as they exited his nose, body convulsing all that it could in his bondage as the illithid extracted the other needle from his cockhead. Blood was dripping noisily to the floor as he cruelly [i]yanked[/i] the needles out of the cub's poor glans and shaft, the boy shaking his head like a wet dog, snot and tears flying to and fro. \n[i]I tire of this,[/i] the illithid said, after he returned from packing up the needles, the cub not even registering it through all the pain, [i]I think I will get myself some sleep[/i]\nThe mind-flayer pulled out something from his pockets, a small and hollow sleeve that was made out of tan silk.\n[i]Do you know that sleep deprivation will kill you?[/i] the mind-flayer asked, [i]Although, I won't let it come to that. Before death occours, however, the mind shatters and hallucinations set in. I plan to torture you for days on end, and this little item will keep you awake when I'm not![/i]\nSepf watched through teary eyes as the illithid pushed the silken tubing around his bleeding member and attempted a yip of pain as something suddenly bit into him. Then another. Countless. Bite, bite, bite, tiny pincpricks of pain that burned and stung him as the tubing was pushed all the way to the base of his dicklet. \nEach tiny bite hurt, but the plethora of them made for a cascading array of torment that caused his momentarily-still body to shudder again. Yet, at the same time, he felt his dicklet hardening inside the silken tube, the expanding skin a target of even more tiny pricks that bit into his tender cockhead, glans and shaft in an undulating and unpredictable fashion.\n[i]Drow made,[/i] the illithid's voice projected, [i]enchanted baby-spider mandibles, the poison both an aphrodisiac and sometimes used as a spice when they want a dish served very, VERY, hot![/i] \nThe mind-flayer stood back to observe the cub's reaction to the cruel device, as the hundred upon hundreds of tiny mandibles bit in and injected their poison into his erect dicklet, which bobbed and caused the silken tubing to wave around like a tree in a storm. \nSepf was already almost delirious from torment, when the stinging sensations turned to something akin to a feeling of cold, which then warmed. Warmer still, the sensation became an unpleasant layer that would not distract from the stings themselves, but then it turned warmer. Then hot. \nSuddenly, the full force of the spider venom injecting into his humanoid dicklet crashed through his senses. It was as if his member was being boiled and he shuddered and the manacles clanged and clattered as he ripped his body this way and that. His mind was attempting to escape, but the poison coursing through his veins kept him firmly awake, fully forced to endure the torturous device. Somehow, the pain intensified, and all his mind could think of was the sensation of a thousand pricks and a thousand burns and his cock feeling like being dunked into boiling water at the same time, mixing and mashing in his sensations, the spider bites releasing and then biting in a pulsating fashion that made each and every moment into a new and agonizing torture that refused to let his mind off the immense pain. \n[i]I will rest now. Your muffled screams will serenade my sleep![/i] the mind-flayer cruelly projected, before it left Sepf alone in his torment, the drow-made device turning each second into an eternity of pain.\n\nAfter a while, a long while, hours probaly, Sepf was able to form coherent thoughts through the burning lights of pain that wracked his dicklet. It seemed like a cloud of sharp glass was slightly lifting from his mind and he cast his tear-crusted eyes back and forth, scanning the room, body tensing up and resisting the pain the best that he could. \nHis breathing was still erratic and shallow, and continuous whines kept coming from his throat, but he was [i]aware[/i]. \nHe looked towards the door that led into the long room and took note of the mind-flayer's resting form there, Ioun stones still hovering above its body. He looked at his shackles, then at the display cabinets, then to the floor where his clothing was discarded and the table where his scabbarded sword had been laid. \nFinally, he cleared his mind the best he could, powering through a shuddering array of pains that latched onto his dick in a hundred places, and Willed a spell into action. He had prepared it to be cast without neither verbal nor somatic components, and glittering orange light began to emit from the shackle on his right ankle, before it sprung open with a too-loud clack. Then he stared at the other ankle, and it too was freed. He almost lost concentration on the spell when his left paw was released, as the sudden rush of blood into the numb limb caused his arm to burn as agonizingly as his dick. Yet, he persevered, and fell to the ground when his last arm was finally freed, crumbling to the ground and sobbing as quietly as possible, the pains in his arms and dick causing him to shiver and worm around on the stone floor. He tried to grab onto the silken sheath, but the pain there intensified to the point where he blacked out momentarily.\nIt took some time to get his bearings again and he gingerly crawled over to his clothing, wincing and sobbing loudly despite himself, when his tight leather pants brushed against the torture device, eventually dropping the matter and going bottomless. \nDespite his half-nakedness, he almost felt clothed when his scabbarded sword was fitted into his belt, which he had tightened above his hips, leather digging hard into his white stomach fur and the blue fur of his hips. \nHe rummaged through his pockets and his pouch of holding and found that everything was still in place, much to his joy, before he began stalking down towards the sleeping mind-flayer. \nHis plan was simple, grab an Ioun stone and run through the door. The first part went well, the stones were hovering placidly and it wasn't much of a challenge to grab on and pocket it, before he silently ran towards the door and pulled at it.\nNothing happened except a loud clang as the oval handle banged into the hoop that fastened it to the door.\n[i]No one passes through that door unless I will it,[/i] the wizard's voice projected into his mind, and Sepf turned with a muffled yell, the glob of viscous matter still obstructing his mouth. \nHe sensed, more than saw, as the mind-flayer blasted off a powerful burst of psionic energy meant to incapacitate him, but his master's wards held firm and his mind barely felt the onslaught. He ran to the side, knowing the mage would cast a spell next, and ducked behind an alchemical table, a strike of lighting passing over his head and shattering glassware and burning a black mark on the wall behind him. \nThinking quickly, he came to a desperate conclusion, and pulled out his dagger and a vial containing a healing potion. \n\"I give up!\" Sepf yelled out, before standing up, keeping the dagger and the vial low and out of the mind-flayer's sight. \n[i]A wise choice, though you will come to regret it,[/i] the illithid's voice darkly projected. \nSepf used the couple moments of respite to think his plan through. He was sure that teleporation was impossible to get inside the wizard's tower. But [i]outside[/i]? In a dangerous gamble he showed the mind-flayer his knife, before he pressed it against his leather armour, the magical keenness of the blade easily parting the enchanted leather.\n[i]What are you...?[/i]\nSepf steeled himself and drove the dagger into his heart, wincing as it ground against a rib on its way inside, pulling it out in a gush of blood and flipping his middle finger at his torturer. The world tumbled and turned as the contingency spell engraved onto his cheek flashed into life, and caused him to dissapear. \n\nEverything was black. Or rather, it was grey kind of black, like an overcast sky at dawn. \nSepf's chest was hurting, his heart was gripped by a tightness he had never experienced. Looking down at himself, he saw nothing but the grey blackness. He doubled over as a spasm of pain from his chest made him remember his action just a moment ago. \nHe was bleeding out.\nQuickly, he quaffed the healing potion he had readied, and felt his insides mend. He dropped the vial and felt for his chest, the translucancy of his form making it difficult to estimate how much the potion had helped. It was the only one he had in his possession, and now he regretted not bringing more, as his heart throbbed once again, still hurting deeply. \nHe knew the contingency spell his master had imprinted on his cheek would have transported him one mile upwards as well as turning him ethereal. Despite his form, somehow he still felt gravity pull at him, and turned his thoughts inward, to propel himself down. \nIt was hard to judge how fast he was travelling, but he hoped it was at least walking speed. His mind began to grow sluggish, the blood loss seemingly continuing, and he would occasionally stop his descent to double over in a fit of throbbing pain coming from his chest cavity. \nThe wizard's torture device was still latched onto his transformed cock, and numerous stings and bites and burns kept arising from there, but the cub was much more worried about his heart giving up at this point, as he felt a weakness fall over his body, his shoulder slumping. Traversing the ethereal plane like this, without movement, was probably the only thing keeping him from death, he thought, trying to calm his breathing, and pressing both paws against the wound in his chest where he had stabbed himself. \nIt seemed like an eternity had passed when he suddenly floated through the ceiling of the illithid, muted lights dancing like mirages. He orientated himself towards where his master's abode was situated and began moving again towards it. \nHe was tired, [i]dead[/i] tired. Sepf giggled weakly at the thought and fell into a coughing fit, each heave of his chest causing his heart to throb and burn. Steeling himself, he pressed onwards and was soon at the front of the structure he called home. Then he could travel no further. A barrier was in his way, blinding light flashing when he willed himself forwards, pushing him back. \nSepf didn't know how much time was left before the ethereal form would dissapate, but he was fairly sure it was too long, as the weakness in his body and the cloud in his mind grew ever stronger. He fell to his knees, some part of his mind noting the sensation of solid ground despite hovering over it, and began to cry at the futility of it all. So close, yet so far away.\n[i]Master.....[/i] he thought, as he sobbed hard and crumbled into a little, shivering ball of fur, his lifeblood running over and past his paws.\n[i]Master[/i]\nThe world turned to darkness.\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n[i]The older boy rammed his member inside without regards to the muffled crying of the blue-furred folf underneath him. Squelches emitted in tandem to the squeaky-like verbal emissions from Sepf as his tailhole was violated by the liger, while Rylan grunted in satisfaction every time he hilted him.\nThe lack of proper lubing had been solved by the amount of blood coming from the young cub's torn sphincter, as the barbed member of the much larger and older boy raping him had done its job, the five-inch cock far too large for the virginal asshole to handle.\nStraw crunched between Sepf's teeth as he bit down as hard as possible, the taste of the unwashed pillow-case that covered it mingling with the iron taste of blood in his mouth. His head was pounding and his ass was throbbing on each pull-out and feeling like glass was being inserted on every push. The pillow was getting damp from the saliva that drooled from his mouth and the tears that ran from his eyes. \nHe wanted to fight. He wanted to resist. He hated Rylan for doing this.\nAnd yet he feared him more.\nSo he kept still as the much larger male claimed him.\n\"Hah- Huff- This is all you are good for!\" Rylan teased him, pressing hard and grinding his member around while it was fully inserted, causing Sepf to cry out in pain as meat inside stretched him further. The liger groaned out from the tight feeling of the smaller cub's ass, \"little wimps like you only exist to raise their tails for big guys like me!\"\nSepf just bit harder into the pillow and shook his head, but Rylan took no notice, and resumed his fucking, digging his cock in and out. \nThe feeling of glass-shards was turning into stabbing pains like Sepf was being fucked by a knife. His backside felt WRONG, like something was breaking or broken. \nHe pissed himself. The wetness underneath him was barely felt by the almost incoherent cub whose mind tried to wander into a far away space, but was unable to due to the varied speeds and intensity of the cruel liger.\n\"Fuck me, pissing the bed like a baby?\" Rylan roared out, as he noticed the wetness. He pulled out with a sickening slurp and crawled back, yanking Sepf's ankles to force him back. \nThe small cub had his breath driven out of his lungs, as Rylan leaned his upper body weight on top of him, one paw gripping Sepf's jet black headfur, and mashing his face into the wet fabric of the bed.\n\"I should let you sleep in that, you little bitch!\" Rylan said, before he angled his member at Sepf's entrance and pushed it inside the bleeding tailhole again. \n\"Please.. No..\" Sepf whimpered. \nBut Rylan didn't stop, he merely growled and pressed the cub's head into the piss-stinking mattress and fucked him harder still. \n\"It huuuuurts...\" the cub whined out, sense of smell inundated with the stench of his own pee. Desperate to get away, yet powerless as the liger made him into his bitch. \nHis tears mingled with the urine and he scrounged up his eyes from it all...\n\n\nSEPF REI ENNUI-LAPIAN[/i]\nThe voice shattered his dream like a mirror dropped to the ground and Sepf jolted awake. \nFor a moment, Sepf was in two places, his mind split between dream and reality, then the sensations of his physical body rushed over him and his golden eyes shot open in a mixture of fright and relief. \nHe was lying in his own chamber, on his own bed. His body was matted with the sweat of his night-terror and his silken blankets laid ruffled to the side. His master's weight was pressing down on the bed, as he was sitting on it and leaning in over the cub, tentacles wiggling slowly in a pensieve manner. \nSepf froze up, fearing the worst, knowing he had broken his master's trust by going on his ill-fated heist. \n[i]DO NOT BE ALARMED, MY PET, I AM NOT ANGRY WITH YOU[/i]\nThe cub could barely believe it, but the tone projected into his mind sounded earnest. \n\"Why not?\" Sepf asked hesitantly, right paw absent-mindely creeping up and scratching at the mole between his left shoulder and neck.\n[i]BECAUSE OF THIS,[/i] the illithid pointed up and now the cub noticed the Ioun stone floating around his master's head, [i]I AM VERY PLEASED. YOU DID WELL[/i]\nSepf's ears perked up from the tone of warmth and joy that was emitted into his mind and he smiled like the boy he was, happy for the praise.\n[i]THE ONLY THING I DO NOT UNDERSTAND IS THIS: WHY?[/i]\nSepf's ears drooped a bit as he mulled over the question, \"To be useful,\" he finally said.\n[i]USEFUL?[/i]\n\"When the duergar and drow attacked, I did not even cast a single spell. When you freed me in Claw-Chasm I barely aided you on the way out. When Scrae was liberated, Helazzin killed most of the guards in the prison and Zennobas did all the heavy lifting. I'm weaker, smaller, less powerful and insignificant compared to the others here!\" Sepf almost cried as the words spilled out of him in a rush, all his bottled-up emotions spilling to the surface. \n[i]AS I SEE IT, YOU ARE QUICKER AND MORE NIMBLE THAN ZENNOBAS, A MUCH BETTER FIGHTER THAN SCRAE AND ALMOST AS GOOD A SKULKER AS HELAZZIN,[/i] the illithid's voice projected into his mind, carrying a tone somewhere between a rebuke and consolation, [i]YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN ALL OF THEM. IN TIME, YOU WILL GROW POWERFUL TOO[/i]\nSepf's eyes widened at the realisation. He had gotten accostumed to being around all these larger, stronger and more powerful males, without thinking about his age, due to the issue never arising. He enjoyed serving with his ass and mouth, and begrudgingly admitted to himself how he liked to be debased and dominated, but the older males never spoke out about it being about his age. Outside of bed, they treated him like an equal. And that, he thought, was where his inferiority complex had come from.\n[i]YES, MY PET, YOUR BODY BETRAYS THE MATURITY OF YOUR MIND[/i]\nThe blue-furred cub nodded, his jetblack headfur, still matted with sweat, falling down to poke him in his eyes and he batted the hair away with a trembling paw. \n[i]HOWEVER, THERE ARE DEMONS FROM YOUR PAST THAT HUNT YOUR PRESENT,[/i] his master's voice projected, carrying a tone of concern and firmness, [i]IT IS HIGH TIME THAT YOU CONFRONT THEM[/i]\n\"My past...?\" Sepf whispered. \n[i]THE BOY WHO TOOK YOUR VIRGINITY WITH FORCE. HIS PRESENCE IS ALWAYS WITH YOU, ESPECIALLY IN YOUR DREAMS[/i]\n\"Rylan...\" the cub breathed out.\n[i]YOU MUST RETURN TO YOUR OLD HOME, AND FACE HIM, OR ELSE THE MEMORIES WILL NEVER CEASE TO HAUNT YOU[/i]\nSepf hesitated at the prospect. The last year he had been in the gang, before the botched mission that left him in the hands of slavers, Rylan had moved on to younger prey. The older liger, some fifteen summers old at the time, was built like an adult with the equipment to match. \nSome of the new kids wouldn't even survive their first night due to his size, bleeding out from their torn rectums or savagely beaten to death if they resisted too much. \nSepf remembered the boy, almost a man at the time, coming home from assassination missions, drenched in blood and riled up from fighting, grabbing a younger boy and violating him with excessive savagery, in front of all of them. His cruelty further solidifying the reign of terror he wielded over the others. \nIn a way, he held his sway over their gang much like the illithid did his harem, Sepf thought with barely hidden terror at the blasphemous like of thinking. Then he swallowed, and remembered the pleasures his master allowed and encouraged, the training. \nHis rescue. \nRylan would have never rescued him. In fact, when Sepf was caught, the older boy could have saved him, but chose not to. \nUnlike his master. \nSepf met the illithid's eyes, his own golden orbs narrowed in determination. \n\"Will you help me kill him?\" the cub asked.\n[i]I WILL SEND HELAZZIN WITH YOU. I KNOW OF A PLACE WITH HUNDREDS OF PORTALS, ONE OF WHICH WILL SURELY LEAD CLOSE TO YOUR DESTINATION. FIRST, HOWEVER, WE WILL NEED TO TAKE CARE OF THAT,[/i] the illithid's index finger pointed towards Sepf's groin, and the cub suddenly panicked, remembering the transformation and the cruel torture device strapped to the humanoid member. \nHe looked down in fright and was relieved when he saw the tube-like object had been removed, but his member was still the wrong shape, a little, pink bit of flesh that stood out between the white fur. Sepf's master grabbed the member and began stroking it, quickly bringing it to life, gently rubbing the exquisitely sensitive head with his thumb. \n\"M-Master..\" Sepf breathed out.\nThe mind-flayer did not respond, other than disrobing himself and climbing onto the bed, own member spasming in arousal. \n[i]I WANT TO CLAIM YOU BEFORE I REVERSE THE TRANSFORMATION AND SEND YOU OFF. THIS MEMBER IS QUITE.... CUTE[/i]\nOn instinct, Sepf lifted his legs with his paws holding under the crook of his knees, revealing his winking pucker to his master. His body was aching for the touch of the stronger male, for his large cock to be stuffed under his tail, for him to be useful and wanted. \nHe moaned out when the mind-flayer spat on a finger and inserted it to stretch him out, and then vocalized like a cat in heat when his master's throbbing member was pushed in. \n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nA day later, with a sore tailhole and his member reverted back to its canine form, Sepf and Helazzin were ready to venture out. \nSepf's master had graciously let him borrow a few magic items that would surely prove useful, including a trio of unmoveable rods and a scrying orb for stalking out his prey, all tucked away in his pouch of holding.\nThe illithid, Scrae the kobold and Zennobas the gnoll were all there to send them off, and they made heartfelt goodbyes, the gnoll stepping in to give the cub's ass a good grope and a whispered 'my cock will be waiting for you'.\n\nSepf and Helazzin made their way to a dingy tavers in the city's small outsiders district. The innkeeper was a particularily ugly looking man, with glistening postules all over his face, but his cellar held a valuable means of transportation: three portals. \nThe cub had been instructed to ask for Yrzzylan, known as the City of Portals amongst the denizens of the underdark. After an exchange of a few diamonds, the hideous male directed them down a flight of stairs and opened the door in the middle of the basement room, which revealed a glittering wall. \nSepf and the dark-skinned gnome stepped through and it seemed to the cub as if the world turned upside down and in and out of itself, before it all righted to its proper proportions and gravity. The cub instantly noted a human of similar ugliness to the innkeeper guarding the portal on the other side. This one was a bit shorter and shaved bald, but likewise covered in nasty-looking postules seemingly on the verge of breaking open.\n\"Benjamin will be available to send you back, once you conclude your travels,\" the innkeeper said. The bald man nodded and gave them a smile, revealing a row of crooked and yellow teeth. \nSepf nodded and wasted no time in getting to exploring the new location.\n\nYrzzylan was a narrow and high minor city, two sheer surfaces cut in half , with scaffolding and impromptu ladders going up and down and across. At the very bottom, just capable of being seen by Sepf through the wooden and stone structures, was a small rivulet. The denizens of this place had carved into the rock itself to make dwellings and to hold the many portals that gave the place its nickname. \nThe stone itself was glittering in an array of colours, 'fool's gems' Helazzin called it, not worthy to be mined. In the lights of braziers, torches, fearie fire and other sources, it made the whole narrow cavern glitter and glisten in hues of green, red and orange.\nSepf was awestruck by the beautiful sights, and the gnome led him have a moment of admiration, before he pulled at his wrist and began traversing the ladders and walkways upwards. \n\"Where are we going?\" Sepf asked.\n\"Most portals leading to the world above are at the top of the city. The ones at the very bottom.. Well, we don't want to go there,\" Helazzin remarked darkly, leading the way upwards.\nThe blue-furred cub shrugged his shoulders and kept up the pace, easily able to follow the shorter man who led the way, and spent his time scanning their surroundings and checking out the people living there. Drow, duergar, a couple of illithids, humans, deep gnomes, a few elves as well as a plethora of other species were occupying the various caverns that had been carved into the sides of the walls. Many of them were obviously segregating themselves, but they passed a tavern which was only shuttered with a flimsy piece of cloth that ruffled in the natural updraft and revealed several species mingling within it. \nHelazzin led them almost to the top of the narrow cave, and Sepf could no longer see the small rivulet at the bottom, only a crisscross of bridges and wooden scaffoldings amidst the glittering stones of the walls. Here they began to inquire about the destinations of the portals, hoping to find one that would lead them close to their target.\nThe ascent had taken them half an hour, and Sepf was massaging his sore thighs as the deep gnome spoke to yet another portal-owner, this one guarding a small cave that held five of them. The man he was speaking to was a burly duergar, as wide as he was tall, with grey beard and eyebrows and tufts of white hair growing out of his ears. He was leaning on a solid-looking staff, that Sepf was able to see glowing with potent magic due to his earring. His attire was a wizard's robe and his belt held numerous pouches and a scroll-satchel. \n\"What did you say the name of the city was?\" The old duergar said in a scratchy voice.\n\"Ank'Hara,\" Helazzin replied. \n\"Well, you are in luck. That doorway leads to a secluded mountain pass just a day's journey away from the city!\" the wizened mage replied. \nA few diamonds changed hands and he lead them into his cavern, pulling out a necklace with an array of steel keys inscribed with tiny runes, running his fingers over them and clutching one, closing his eyes. The portal to the right shimmered, and through it they could see sunlight and dry, black rock.\nSepf looked to the deep gnome, whose eyes were narrowed at the glaring light, and decided to be the first one through. He nodded to the duergar who smiled with the expression of a merchant happy for a good deal, and stepped into the portal.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------\n\n[i]The manacles bit into his wrists and ankles. In front of him, the fiendish brute was getting ready to torture him, its menacing looking member spasming and spraying precum that stunk of sulphur and predator. \nIts baleful eyes were compimenting its savage mouth that was dripping drool in anticipation.\nSepf was shivering and whimpering, fightful for what came next, but then he steeled himself. As the half-fiend came closer and began to caress his body with its two humanoid hands, the cub scrounged up his eyes and brought forth the spell he had prepared to be cast without neither gestures nor words. His weight suddenly dropped, as all the manacles opened at once, and he quickly shouted the command word that activated the double chevron rune engraved upon his bicep. \nThe draegolth was too slow to react as he stepped in, with the shadow blade materializing in his paw, and he reached for its twitching cock, grabbed the hot flesh by its tip, and sliced through the organ just above the knot. The creature roared in pain and bent down to strike at him, but he nimbly ducked under it, staying between its legs and struck upwards, the blade plunging through its nutsack and deep into its body. Sepf made several quick stabs like Helazzin had taught him, the blade sinking into the draegolth's scrotum again and again, all the while dancing nimbly underneath so it couldn't reach him. \nThe fiend tried to press its thighs together to trap him, but he stepped back and crouched even lower, hamstringing it and then dancing away, shouting the activation words that would activate the rune on his back that would render him invisible. \n\"I'll kill you!\" the fiend roared out, even as its sulphoric-smelling blood was gushing out of its ruined cock and split-open nutsack, testicles hanging freely in the air, cut out.\nSepf stalked his prey, who stood still and was sniffing the air for his scent, but it failed to notice him getting its back before it was too late and he was already in the middle of a jumping attack. \nHis blade extended in front of him, Sepf rammed it into the base of the half-fiend's skull and wrestled the dying creature to the ground.[/i]\n\n\"Hah!\" Sepf shouted, both paws in front of him as if pushing the blade, before he came to clarity and realised it had been a dream. \nHelazzin jumped out of his bed, en-guard, two long knives in his dark-skinned hands. \n\"What was that?\" the svirfneblin rogue asked, scanning the room with wide eyes.\n\"I'm sorry, Helazzing, it was just a dream,\" Sepf said, his own mind fully jolted awake by the excitement of battle from his dream. He was smiling like the child he still was, happy for the victory, fantasy or not. \n\"Why do you look so happy?\" the gnome asked with a frown, not so happy to be woken up like this.\n\"I dreamt of victory,\" Sepf simply stated, not willing to expand on the nightmare-turned-battle. \n\"Well, dream a little less, will ya?\" the gnome huffed, before looking at the shuttered window, \"it's dawn as well. Curses! Might as well get moving then.\"\nSepf sat up in his bed with drooping ears, ashamed he had bothered his travelling companion like that, and quickly began dressing himself without a word. \nThe inn was in the outer district, outside the central walls that guarded the old city. Their portal had led them to a small and enclosed area just besides one of the main roads leading down to it, and they had made their way to the inn after a seven hour walk, amidst caravans, armed patrols and mounted messengers. The sun had been oppressive and Helazzin had been squinting the whole time, his species not accostumed to such a harsh glare. They had been matted with sweat and road dust when arriving, and after a bath had been drawn for them and they had eaten, they had gone to bed early, tired from their travel and the heat. \nWith the sun barely up, the heat was already creeping into the room, which had never truly gotten cold during the night. This was the south, and rare was the occasion when a fire had to be lit for anything other than cooking.\nThe main room they had rented was spacious, with a second room by the side for the chamber pot and with a large, bronze vessel for baths. It had two beds, a small dining table with two padded wooden chairs and a couple plush chairs with a low roundtable between them. The creaking wooden floor was covered with an expensive looking and feeling carpet. \nSepf made it to the dining table and brought out the crystal ball his master had lent him, peering into its cloudy depths and trying to visualize his target. \n\"What is Rylan's full name?\" Helazzin suddenly asked, jolting the cub away from his concentration. \n\"I don't know,\" Sepf replied, \"but the gang he is a member of is called the Dark Blades.\"\n\"A bit barebones, but I can work with that,\" the deep gnome said, pulling on his soft, leather boots. \n\"Are you going out?\" Sepf asked.\n\"Yes. I will se what I can find out. All cities are the same. There is always some bad neighbourhoods with some bad dives with atrocious wines and good information to be had,\" Helazzin said with a grim smile, \"and I have this,\" he said, pointing to a small, golden earring shaped like an ear which Sepf had often wondered about, \"translates and makes me capable of being understood in all languages,\" the gnome explained, before stepping to the door. \n\"Don't make any trouble while I am away. I expect to be back here within six hours, sundown at the latest,\" Helazzin said, winking at Sepf who smiled back like a well-behaved kid.\nAs the door closed, Sepf's smile turned wider and more wicked. He was sure he could do this mission himself and did not want the svirfneblin rogue to get in his way.\n\nTwo hours of extensive scrying later, the blue-furred folf was ready to act. He had easily found the location of the liger as well as staked out the building where he resided. \nRylan had moved up in the world, that was for sure, as well as grown even bigger. The hybrid feline was now some seven feet tall, with a muscular and wide body. Sepf's scrying had intruded into a training session where the guild-leader was facing off against two members of his gang. Despite his size, he was fast, nimble, as well as almost impossibly skilled, dual-wielding wooden shortswords to great effect, parrying and attacking with ease.\nRylan barely even broke a sweat as he handily defeated his opponents, leaving them bruised and groaning, before walking through several spacious and richly decorated rooms to arrive at his bed chamber, where a small, canine cub was tied to his bed. Sepf had kept his gaze on the scene for a while, but had to break off when the muscular liger began raping the kid with no regards for his well-being, blood spattering from his torn rectum, the mutt's face a study in helpless agony, bringing back memories of his own rapes by the cruel man. \nThe liger's residence was practically a palace, with several gardens between two rectangular compounds and a two-story main building with three rounded towers overlooking the second-richest district of the inner city. Ten foot narrow walls surrounded it and entry was made through a gate that was adorned with images of lions and dragons and guarded by four members of Rylan's gang who were decked out in leather armous and armed with swords and spears. \nFinally, Sepf took a moment to scry for Helazzin, but was unable to find the deep gnome, despite focusing his mind as hard as possible for half an hour. He was seemingly undetectable, and the cub was impressed by that fact, before he pushed it out of his mind and ended the scrying session.\n\nThe hustle and bustle of Ank'Hara had been forgotten by the cub, and he was constantly being shuffled this way and that by the throngs of people that made out the population of the city. The hot sun was burning brightly and warming his fur, already causing him to sweat, and the air was somewhat still and stale, comprising of many different scents of spices, bodies and the ever-present stench of offal and waste.\nAnk'Hara had been built in the crater of an enormous extinct volcano, tall mountains encircling the city except for a small part which had tumbled into the ocean where the docks were. Surrounded by mountains that were only broken by about three miles, the air was always more still than in the surrounding areas, almost like an oven that concentrated the heat of the southern sun. Despite that, the two freshwater springs that sprouted in the peaks, made the city a liveable and [i]very[/i] defendable location, which was why it was the capital of the sultanate. \nThe old part of the city consisted of a complex of tall walls and structures that had been built into the base and to the heights of the mile-high mountain that extended down towards the ocean that was in the south of the caldera. The walls making an irregular half-circle from the water to the black basalt rock of the volcano's rise.\nThe empire was prosperous and strong, so the guards at the entrace to the old part of the city paid Sepf no heed, despite him being armed and clad like an assassin. Those were aplenty in the city, where the noble families feuded and the criminal gangs fought and killed for the trade in illicit substances, slaves, whores and murder. \nSepf had a plan to get into the palacial part of Rylan's residence. He had noted that all windows were grated and that no entry could be made except by the ground floor, the entryway of which was guarded by three burly furs. Therefore, he made his way into a certain store he had visited before, in his old life.\nEnduring some lecherous petting and a bit of drool from the hog storekeeper, the cub exited the store with a bundle of clothing stored in his pouch of holding and he made it to the district where his mark was. \n\nThe district was prosperous and quiet, most of its residents were merchants and lower nobility who were out and about on their daily tasks and the only ones travelling the streets were servants and slaves out on this work or the other. \nRylan's palace was near the edge of the district, it's ten foot tall walls dwarfed by the forty foot, massive basalt-carved outer wall of the district that looked down upon the docks.\nThe bricks used to built the walls around the palace were made from clay and plastered white, leaving a perfectly flat and sheer surface. A small passageway ran between the white-plastered wall and another wall of an even larger palace to the other side. It was quiet here, and Sepf was able to use his immoveable rods to climb up, each a small iron tube that would fixate itself in the air, letting him pull himself up, and then fixate another, to climb further, still able to grasp the lower rod and end its enchantment, before lifting it higher still. \nThe process took less than thirty seconds, and Sepf's heart hammered in his chest as he crested the wall and let himself fall into the garden inside, hiding behind a large bush that flowered with bright blue, six-pointed petals.\nSepf smiled to himself, he had landed exactly where he had predicted through his scrying, and began disrobing. Fully naked, bereft of his weapons, the cub felt a moment of weakness and uncertainty pass through him, when he lifted the thin fabric out of his pouch of holding.\nIt was a silken dress, more often seen on females, that was see-through and coloured pink. It covered his body from the shoulders, through a low-cut V that revealed his upper chest, all the way down to his knees. The silk clung to his body and left nothing to the imagination, and Sepf's dick hardened a bit by thought of exposing himself like that.\nBlushing, he drew a couple of deep breaths and made his way around the bush, careful not to let branches snag on his dress, and walked towards the entrance of the palace-building.\n\nThe double-door inside was open and revealed the three guards inside, hunched over a table and playing a game of dice to pass the time. Sepf deliberately let his footpaw scrape against the stone as he stepped through the door and all three men snapped their heads his way. \n\"Hi!\" the cub said brightly, before lowering his voice to a more sultry tone and swaying his hips seductively, tail brushing against the floor and then hovering upwards until it was almost vertical behind his back, \"your boss has sent me as a reward for your services,\" he said, while turning around and leaning forward a little, lifted tail revealing his taut buttocks.\nThe ploy was simple, yet believeable. Oftentimes, gang members would be rewarded with the visit of a courtesan, male or female, and the ornery men would appreciate their leaders all the more for it. With the way Rylan behaved, Sepf was sure that he would send younger whores to satisfy his men. \n\"Oh my, what a beauty!\" One of the men exclaimed, getting to his feet, his chair rattling as it was pushed backwards. He was the tallest of the group, close to seven feet, clad in leather armour. The man was of a white wolf species, burly frame packed with muscle, canine head covered with scars from numerous fights. An obvious brawler.\nThe other two were a red-coated fox and an orc with tusks adorned with gold that extended their length by two inches, making his underbite look almost ridiculous, yet at the same time impressive as they gleamed in the light cast harsh sun coming inside.\n\"And not so young he'll die when we fuck him!\" the fox said in a high-pitched, stretching his back against the chair before getting to his feet as well with a fluid motion bereft on noise. \nThe men stepped closer and Sepf stepped forward to place a paw on the wolf's chest. \n\"How about you close that door so we can have some privacy?\" The cub said, while fluttering his eyes as seductively as he knew how to.\n\nAn hour and an orgy later, Sepf's tailhole had been filled numerous times and there was a little break in the action, where he made a big show out of pouring wine from a decanter to the sweating males that had unloaded inside him. His senses were full of musk, his ass ached and his member was spent. He was smiling as he poured the wine, though it held a wickedness due to his covert action of pouring in a small vial of sleep poison.\nThe males accepted their glasses eagerly, tongues lolling out of their mouths from the heat and excersize, gulping down the wine and asking for seconds, re-hydrating themselves for the next round of pleasure with their 'gift'. \nHowever, less than a minute later, they all turned drowsy and fell to the ground or over the table in deep slumber, leaving Sepf in peace to make his way further into the palace.\nAfter cloaking himself in a spell of invisibility, Sepf armed himself with a knife pilfered from one of the guards and covered up with the feminine dress. He traversed the halls, somewhat sure from his earlier scrying that no others were present, as the servants of the palace had their own back passages and would not come out unless called for by the small, silver bells that hung around the building in strategic locations.\nThe rooms got more opulent. Gold, precious art, plushy furniture and ebony and ivory adorned the walls, floors and ceiling. When he finally got to Rylan's bedchamber, the door was covered intricate carvings that began at the top of the door, depicting demons and angels fighting and the bottom changing to scenes of lewd action between cherubic boy-subs and divine or fiendish tops.\nHowever, the sounds that came through the door were not lewd at all, rather they reminded Sepf of the tortured cries he himself had emitted not too long ago. He tested the door-handle, and was able to pull it down without any noise, the mechanism of high quality and well-lubricated. The door opened and he sneaked through and shut it again, keeping an eye on the action in front of him. \nRylan was in the process of raping a new boy. His victim from just a few hours ago was curled up on the floor, lifeless, in a pool of drying blood. The new boy was a little older, perhaps eight or nine years of age, but lithe, with a mop of curly red hair that was long enough to reach his orange and black-striped shoulders. It was a tiger cub, and Rylan was fucking the little one with as much feriocity as he had the dead one, though he seemed to bear it slightly better, as Sepf couldn't see any blood pooling out on the bedding underneath him. \nThe cub was on his back, with the large male grabbing hold of his thighs and using the leverage to pound him savagely. Every thrust would have him scrounge up his eyes and cry out and every pullout made his lips shudder while his lungs drew in breaths for another squeaky cry of pain. \nNeither of the two had seemed to notice Sepf sneaking in and he drew his knife, sneaking closer, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.\nHe could sense that the ferocious assassin was getting near his climax, eyes closed in pleasure, and he crouched down like a spring and jumped towards his target, dress silently whooshing in the air. Rylan stopped mid-pump and grabbed the knife-holding paw by the wrist with his left hand and neatly extended his right to grab Sepf's throat, using the cub's momentum to turn him around in the air and fall to his back into the plush bed, right next to the startled tiger cub, who was relieved as Rylan's cock was pulled out of his backside with a slurp.\nSepf was panicking, his invisibility was broken by the attack and he suddenly felt very, [i]very[/i] vulnerable, lying there in the skimpy dress with the large male crawling on top of him, expertly controlling his hips by sitting down and bending his wrist in a sudden motion that made him drop the knife, which Rylan tossed to the side to clatter against the stone floor. \n\"Get out!\" Rylan hissed at the tiger cub, who instantly scampered away without looking back. Sepf hoped the guards wouldn't harm him on his way out. \n\"Now, what have we here,\" the liger said, fully in control, looking down on a panicking Sepf who struggled with all his might, but was severely outskilled and outweighed. \nJust like when he was a little boy. \nHe began crying earnestly, deep heaving sobs. Feeling useless and pathetic, coming so close only to be stopped in the last second.\nA slap brought him back to reality, and he focused his eyes on a smirking Rylan who bent low and took in his scent with an excaggerated gesture.\n\"Smells like you used your body to get past the guards. You were always a born tail-raiser, Sepf, such a shame you came back like this, I could have found use for your services.\"\nThe cub stiffened at the words, shaking his head, he knew that he was more than that. \n\"Before I kill you, tell me who sent you. Mikhrail One-Eye? Gutstabber? Jonah Blacksmith? Which of my enemies have trained you in secret to use you against me, huh?\" the paw around Sepf's throat crushed tighter and tighter and he was lightheaded with oxygen deprivation when he let off some of the pressure to let him speak.\n\"No one sent me, Rylan, I came by myself,\" he managed to croak out, to which the large male snickered and slapped him hard a dozen times, each blow rattling his head and causing him to taste blood in his mouth. \n\"Suit yourself. You are too old for my tastes, but I'll rape you first before I torture you!\" The liger manhandled Sepf around and lifted the skimpy dress, revealing his puffy-looking pucker that was oozing a bit of semen from his escapades.\nStretched out and lubed up beforehand, the rape was less painful than Sepf feared. Rylan did not use any lubrication, not even a bit of spit, opting to simply ram his girthy eight inch cock in the cub's backside and jackhammer away. It felt as if he was being pushed through the soft mattress of the large bed, such force and weight was behind the fucking he was getting. Sepf's breaths hissed out through clenched teeth as he was claimed by the man who had claimed him so many times before, putting his mind further and further back, remembering his first time, the second and the third. Somehow, he could envision almost every single time he had been raped, then fucked, then begging to be fucked and eventually being discarded for a younger cub, having to offer his tailhole elsewhere to get it filled. \nIt almost felt like he was home. Something close to comfort. The snarls coming from Rylan, the way his hips tensed on the pullback, the large paw around his neck, always threatening death, each mating a risky endevour. His own canine member hardened in its sheath, then plopped out and hardened fully, emitting pre into the mattress. \n\"If I didn't know better, I would say you have missed me!\" Rylan snarled, nose quickly picking up on the cub's emissions, driving his hips harder still, pelvis smacking against Sepf's well-toned buttocks.\nAs each thrust battered his prostate, Sepf's body naturally came closer to a climax, his mind a blur of conflicting emotions and memories, his nose filled with the all-too-familiar scent of the ferocious male, the sense of being dominated so roughly. \n\"I-I have,\" Sepf muttered out in defeat, pressing his rump backwards on each thrust, intensifying the mating, causing the liger to stop, holding his hips firmly.\n\"What was that?\" Rylan said.\n\"I missed you,\" Sepf whispered, hating himself for the truth of the words, \"I missed your cock. I hated you for not taking me to bed anymore.\"\n\"Hah, the faggot speaks his truth like a dagger pointing at his own heart!\" Rylan snarled, ramming his cock in with a savage thrust.\n\"Please fuck me on my back, I want to look at you when you come inside,\" Sepf murmoured, delirious with emotions and lust.\n\"Fucking tailraiser,\" the well-muscled liger said, pulling out with a slurp and manhandling the cub to his back, grabbing under his knees and lifting his messy rump off the bed, \"scream out for me!\" Rylan said, as he pushed his girthy cock in, the barbed member tickling Sepf in all the right places, a feeling he had never forgotten. \nThe liger looked down at the pleasured face of the cub and rammed forward with ferocious speed, the pleasure turning to twinges of pain, Sepf's golden eyes locked with his, as the blue-furred cub moaned out from the sensations. \nThe cub was being speared and hammered, his own member bobbing and throbbing, near his climax, Rylan was the same, his cock getting closer to release by the second. \nIn a moment they had shared so many times before, Sepf came first, almost screaming out in pleasure like a girl, puppybatter spraying over the white fur of his abdomen, causing his tailhole to clench. The increase in pressure made Rylan roar out as his member was milked and he soon arrived at his climax, digging his cock in as hard as possible and as deep as possible. \nThe liger's orgasm was long and drawn out and he let himself fall forward, still inside, his body crushing Sepf's into the bed. \nThe cub wished this moment would last forever, his mind travelling back and forth in time and memory to reality and present and back again, spasming and sore tailhole milking Rylan's member, the large weight an intimacy he had forgotten he craved, the musky feline scent of power and pride and [i]danger[/i] cloying to his own fur. \nBut nothing lasts forever. \nSepf barked the command word and the double chevron rune on his bicep glowed, his right paw suddenly weighed down by the shadow blade, which he plunged into the side of Rylan's muscular body. \nStab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.\nThe liger scrambled backwards, striking out at Sepf, but they were so close and the attack so unexpected, he managed to plunge the blade into Rylan's lower body just underneath the ribs. \nWith a furious roar, the liger punched him hard and then grabbed him and flung him across the room, Sepf crashing near the corpse of the raped boy, blood sticking to his skimpy dress. He quickly got to his feet and just managed to parry a furious dagger-thrust from Rylan, who was bleeding profusely from the stab wounds in his side.\n\"You fucking BITCH!\" the liger roared as the cub parried and danced away, the adult's movements already slowing down due to bloodloss.\nSepf was weary, though, as he knew a dying man could be more dangerous than someone hale, so he kept his distance. However, Rylan forced his paw as he stepped over to a desk and pulled out a vial. \nShouting an incantation and making the gestures, Sepf charged ahead, his left paw covered in a strange and murky magical light. Rylan turned and struck out with his dagger with a speed the cub had not anticipated, and he was forced to absorb the blow with his left underarm, scoring a huge gash that sprayed blood. However, his momentum got him close and he smacked his paw into the center of the liger's chest, activating the magic. \nRylan tensed up and shuddered, coughing weakly, as the magic took effect. His very lifeforce was being drained and his furcoat lost its luster as it was being transferred to Sepf, whose nasty gash quickly closed up.\n\"May your soul never find peace!\" Sepf exclaimed, as the light in Rylan's eyes was extinguished and he fell to the floor in a heap, looking thirty years older, already cold from the necromantic death.\nFor a few moments, the cub simply stared at his old rapist. His whole body had been healed and the familiar soreness of his tailhole was gone, there was nothing to remember the encounter by except for the memory. \nA sudden slow clapping made him eeep out in fright and turn to face the source of the noise, only to relax as Helazzin revealed himself, falling down from the ceiling and turning visible. \n\"You saw?\" Sepf asked with his mouth an O of surprise.\n\"Everything,\" the deep gnome said good-naturedly, \"our master told me that you would strike out on your own and that I should follow you covertly in case you messed things up.\"\n\"He raped me..\" Sepf's voice trailed off.\n\"You weren't in mortal danger, and,\" Helazzin pointed to the cub's groin which was matted with his semen, \"actually seemed to be enjoying yourself.\"\nSepf broke down in crying-laughter, it was all too much, and Helazzin stepped closer to pat his shoulder.\n\"There, there, get it out of your system. Be quick though, we need to get your stuff and get out of here before the sleep poison wears off!\" \nShuddering, Sepf calmed himself by taking deep breaths, closing his golden eyes for a moment, before they snapped open with sudden clarity and awareness, his tense shoulders relaxing. Only his tail betrayed his heightened state of emotions, swishing back and forth, but his gaze was almost steely as he looked Helazzin in the eyes. \n\"Let's go!\"\n\n --------------------------------------------------\n\n[i]The little cub and the adult-sized boy were at it again. Manhandled, pushed into the straw-mattress, a finger pushing up his tailhole. In a blur of motion, the little cub kicked out, catching the liger on his chin and reached for the knife he had stuffed under the pillow. He jumped at the dazed rapist and plunged the blade into his abdomen again and again and again...[/i]\nSepf woke, grunting as his right arm pumped straight into the air. Flushed with sweat, his pearly smile lit up the room, and he calmed his breathing and turned to his side, ready to face his dreams yet again.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Pet's Personal Project

The older boy shoved him, causing him to yelp and fall backwards on to the strawfilled bed. The flickering light of a couple of candles made the boy's features seem dark and demonic, his visage snarling and eyes narrowed with malice. The seven-year-old Sepf tried to fend him off, but the other boy was five years his senior and already an accomplished killer in the guild. The small cub's assailant was broad shouldered and muscular for his age. He was a hybrid like Sepf, being born of a union between a lion and a tiger. Hybrid vigour caused him to grow faster than other boys his age, and he was already as tall as many adults.
The blue-furred folf never ceased his struggling, despite the overwhelming strength, and recieved a painful punch to his face, causing his eye to swell up and his head to hurt. The liger sat on top of him, weighing double that of the small cub, and slapped him hard three times for good measure.
"Are you finished?" he snarled, holding his hand up for another blow and the crying Sepf nodded, holding his paw to his sore cheeks and testing the bruising around his eye.
"Get on your stomach. Now!" the liger commanded, lifting his weight off the young cub so that he could comply.
The seven-year-old had some ideas what was going to happen. The liger was naked, as was he, and his throbbing, barbed erection was on full display, all five inches or so. In the cub's eyes it was huge and threatening looking. He had heard about buggery, but never seen it happen, only been whispered stories about how Rylan would pick out the littlest of the cubs and claim them with his member. Despite his anxiety, Sepf felt like he had no other choice, tears were running down his face from the painful punch and slaps and he was certain the liger would continue beating him if he resisted.
Or maybe just kill him. That had been whispered about too.
So he squirmed around underneath the powerful boy and rested his stomach on the coarse fabric that covered his sleeping place. Normally, they would be three boys sharing it, but Rylan had ordered the other cubs out so he could have some privacy with Sepf. The young cub could the occasional whisper and scraping of feet outside, and he knew the others were listening in.
"You're a virgin, right?" the liger asked rhetorically before pressing a spitcovered finger against the cub's pucker. Sepf's tail immidiately curled down and the older boy yanked it away painfully, causing him to cry out, "Keep that tail up!" he barked.
Sepf began to shiver as he did as ordered, ears splaying back and cheeks colouring from humilation of his most private place being prodded by the older boy. He squirmed into the straw mattress as Rylan pushed his finger inside, the digit violating him, hurting a little and feeling very strange in the young cub's mind.
"Yeah, this is the first time you take anything under your tail," the liger said sadistically, as he forced another finger inside, causing Sepf to cry out in pain from the stretch.
Rylan smacked the little cub's rump with his other paw, "Shut the fuck up!" he barked, "Take a pillow and bite into it. I don't wanna listen to your stupid crying!"
Sepf's golden eyes stared anxiously at the three, small pillows that he and the two other cubs would use. They were filled with the same kind of straw as the bed and were only slightly larger than the cubs' heads, but it was better than nothing. He grabbed one and quickly bit into it, straw crunching between his teeth, as the cruel liger pushed his digits inside to the knuckles and began fingerfucking him. The small amounts of spit he had used were insufficient to prevent friction and the blue-furred cub wetted his pillow with his tears as he was spread open like this. Muffled whimpers and sobs came out from his muzzle, dampened by the small pillow.
"I think you're ready!" Rylan said and pulled his fingers out, shuffling closer and aiming his barbed cock at the slighty-bleeding tailhole.
Sepf wanted to protest. He wanted to scream. He wanted his mommy and his daddy to save him and then remembered how they abandoned him in the city two years ago. He scrounged up his eyes and bit down hard on the pillow as he felt the tip of the older boy's cock pushed harder against his aching pucker. A scream was muffled by the cloth-covered straw as he was penetrated and stretched out to the extent where the pain was the most terrible thing he had ever felt.
And then...

Sepf woke up, bathed in cold sweat. He was hyperventilating and fumbled around under the blanket that was covering his shivering form. He tore the blanket off his body and got to his feet, scanning his surroundings, looking this way and that. He was inside the travelling tent of his illithid master, who was sleeping soundly in a bed, with Scrae the kobold by his side. The blue-furred cub had been sleeping close to the burly gnoll, Zennobas, and his pet displacer beast, on mats on the floor of the tent. The feline creature whose features, at the moment, reminded Sepf of the liger from his nightmare, was looking at him with its predatory eyes.
He felt a comfortable ache in his tailhole, and thought back to the depravities of the day before, how the two beastly creatures had stuffed him full of cocks and shit. He licked his teeth and could still taste the bitterness of the displacer beast's waste lodged between some of them.
He gave the feline a wan smile, still trying to shake off the nightmare, and it closed its eyes slowly, blinking at him a couple of times before it rested its massive head down and fell asleep.  
Sepf was far too anxious to go to bed again, he was still shivering from the night-terror induced cold sweat and began to put on his undergarments. Clad in soft linen and silk, he made it over to a sturdy table, with a leather bag under his arm. He rummaged around and found what he was looking for, his precious spellbook, deciding that the best way to escape the bad memories was to study.
The young folf, surviving a harrowing capture and torture some three months past, had become a most dilligent student of both blade and sorcery after his rescue. Realising his ineffectiveness during the initial raid on the illithid's abode, he had driven himself harder than ever before, spending countless hours training his body and his mind every day.
He would never be captured again. That, he had promised himself.
His special blend of rougery and spellcraft was beginning to pay dividends. He was as skilled at picking locks with the magehand spell as he was with his own two paws. And his young and curious mind was coming with up new ways of using his spells to aid in sneaking and fighting dirty all the time. However, he still felt useless compared to the other notable members of the illithid's household.
For instance, Scrae was a powerful wizard and Zennobas was an accomplished warrior. Helassin, the svirfneblin rogue whom he practiced under, was a skillfull assassin and so sneaky it was as if he could turn invisible without magic!
Sepf felt like an ant among giants and desperately felt a need to prove himself, and that required training. So he studied his tome until the others woke up and filled his mind with an array of interesting spells he might use for the day. Not only that, he had recently been taught how to cast without verbal or somatic components, though it lessened the repetoire of spells he could memorize. Despite the limitations, there were now certain spells he kept in his mind with those attributes, at all times.
Never again! he thought.

Sepf was idly using his right paw to scratch at his left shoulder. The illithid had never mentioned its existence, but the cub had a birthmark there, hidden underneath his blue fur. Walking, or rather, marching for days caused his clothes and light armour to chafe against it, and it was quite itchy at the moment.
A rumble from Zennobas caused him to retreat his paw and rest it behind his back, joining with his other arm, standing to attention. The illithid raiding party was holding a council, and any untowards behaviour from the slaves would certainly merit severe punishment.
The folf and the gnoll were standing behind their master, who was seated at a circular table. They were inside a lavishly decorated tent, befitting the stature of the octopus-headed creatures who were convened there. Six of them were present, all of them with slaves or battle-thralls standing behind as advisors or as a testimony to their power. The illithids' tentacles were writhing about and they were looking first at one, then another, their entire conversation hidden from Sepf as they spoke with their minds and did not choose to include the slaves in their plans.
The cub did not care. He knew what was required of him; sneaking, stealing, stabbing, killing. The six illithids commanded some two hundred troops in total, and were using them to harass the supply lines of the dark elf city of Claw Chasm. The nature of their mission was dangerous at best, as they were traversing the tunnels to the south-west of the drow city, far away from the illithid home of Orlo'o'rhonas. This was where much of the trade flowed towards the dark elves' home, so it was a natural target for raiding.
So far, they had raided several caravans, dispatching the guards and looting or destroying the wares, foodstuffs, weapons and ores that were traversing this trade route. The illithid had magical chests, not unlike Sepf's master's bag of holding, that could keep several tonnes each, and they were getting close to bursting. This would be the last raid.
The blue-furred cub took notice as an illithid stood up, waving its three-fingered hands around, droplets of mucus flying off. Sepf knew that his master disliked this person very much, his preious comments and the way he stared now and how his tentacles wiggled made it obvious to the attentive cub. The illithid was an impressive specimen, who radiated magical prowess. His body was cloaked in a robe with numerous eyes painted over its light-purple silk. Behind him, a broad-shouldered surface dwarf with a vacant gaze was holding his staff, a gloriously decorated ebony creation with a huge sapphire at its head. However, the most striking part were the enchanted stones that were levitating above his head and his rune-engraven tentacles.
Sepf's left ear was adorned with three magically enchanted rings. The lowest, magically pierced through the blue-furred part close to his head, was one he had crafted himself. It granted him an exceptional boost to his agility, letting him bend, tumble and dodge even better than his naturally lithe body would allow. The second was a recent creation, pierced into the black tuft of fur at the end of his ear. It held within it the power to see through the darkness of the tunnels beneath the lands of the sun. His master had, before its creation, used a somewhat powerful, monthly-recurring, spell to grant him that ability, but now he was autonomous in that regard. It would also allow him to see through snow or mist in the lands above as well as pierce the magical darkness the dark elves were so keen on using.
The last ring was his most priced possession, embedded in the very tip of his left ear. His master knew about his penchant for rooting out magical items, scrolls and the like back in his thieving days. Therefore, he had gifted him this ring, which allowed him to detect magical auras as long as he willed it to do so. He activated its power without a word or a grimace and took notice of the emanations coming from the illithid with the rune-engraven tentacles.
It came as no surprise, when the staff held by the dwarven slave lighted up his vision to the point where his eyes almost began to tear up. Sepf, however, was surprised when the illithid's tentacles, and the spellcraft held within their runes, shone almost as bright. He dry-swallowed, realising the magical ability of his master's rival, before he cast his gaze to the enchanted stones hovering around the wizard's head. One of them shone as brightly as the tentacles and the others were more moderate in their glow. His curiosity satisfied, Sepf let the enchantment cease its effects and he saw the insides of the tent in the flickering light of the braciers standing around the edges again.
The illithid wizard sat down, after what the cub surmised was a burst of outrage, and the meeting continued without a spoken word, only the silent mindspeak of the strange creatures of whose city he was bound to. Usually, the mindspeak would be broadcasted to the whole gathering, slaves included, but it was apparently something of a secret matter that was being discussed.
After a while, the meeting concluded, and the octopus-headed illithids rose as one, nodded to each other, and left the tent with their retainers in tow.

"Those flying stones, master, what are they?" Sepf asked in a whisper as they walked towards their own tent, and quickly regretted his question as the illithid's tentacles began to writhe in agitation.
IOUN STONES. MOST MARVELOUS ARTEFACTS, his master's voice boomed into his head.
"Why was the wizard so angry?" Sepf asked, deciding to press the issue despite knowing he was treading on dangerous ground.
His master turned and ceased walking, his bulbous eyes stared with something close to malice and his tentacles were undulating this way and that, betraying his emotions.
ABSALUM HAD ONE ALREADY, BUT THE OTHER TWO ARE FROM A RECENT RAID. I SUGGESTED HE SHARE THE SPOILS AND HE.. TOOK OFFENSE TO THAT
"I thought the spoils were divided equally.." Sepf's voice trailed off.
IT IS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO PART A WIZARD FROM HIS MAGIC, EVEN IF IT AQQUIRED THROUGH DUBIOUS MEANS Sepf's master's voice left him no doubt that this was the final words of the matter and he shut his mouth and followed the illithid as he stomped towards their camp, which consisted of several, square, barrack-like tents for the slave soldiers and a couple of canopied ones for the master and his favorites.

When they came into the tent, the illithid dismissed Zennobas and his pet displacer beast. The muscular gnoll had been sitting at the wooden table, studying a treatise on military matters. Sepf's master had gifted the hyena-like warrior with a powerful and lasting enchantment that had heightened his intelligence and the gnoll would often read books on the craft of war in his spare time, improving his skills as a commander. As their master commanded him to get out, he neatly put a black silk ribbon between the pages and closed the book with care, before his powerful calf muscles flexed as he stood up, gave a bow, and left the tent. As he went through the entrance, he whistled for his pet, and the black, six-legged feline got up from its slumber and followed him out.
LOOSE YOUR CLOTHES. NOW his master's voice boomed in his head, and Sepf wasted no time in undressing as quickly as possible. The domineering attitude of the illithid was already causing his member to harden slightly, its black tip sticking out of his sheath.
The mind-flayer stepped in and manhandled him around, guiding him over to the sturdy table. Instead of undressing, he had simply opened his robe by discarding his belt, and his impressive member was hard as a rock. It pressed into Sepf's backside as he was led over to and bent over the table, the illithid grabbing his tail and prodding at his puffy tailhole with his turgid erection.
Sepf was used to rough matings, but he meeped out when he felt the stretch, as the illithid's member had barely produced any pre now, only his naturally-forming mucous serving as a sort of lubrication. It stung wildly as he inserted it, and hurt further still as he pushed through the resistance in a determined fashion, half the length getting inside before the spasming walls of the cub stopped it, aided by the friction. His master growled, both in his mind voice and from his throat, a rare sound, and he rammed his hips forwards, causing the heavy table to shift a little and drove his member in to the hilt.
The cub cried out in pain, tears forming in his eyes as he was claimed so roughly, and he squealed out again and again as his master fucked him brutally, ramming into his backside with every ounce of his strength. His mind retreated into a form of mental space that was apart from reality, something that would occasionally happen when harsh things happened to him, and the memories of his first rape came back to haunt him.
Despite the pain, the thick cock was battering his prostate in a way that made his knotted cock bob and weave and spit out precum, the cub moaning out despite himself. His mind was halfway in the past and halfway in the present, the rough claimings happening in a dual fashion, tainting the action of the present and sweetening that of the past.
He shook his head and cried out, forcing his mind to fully be aware of what was happening. His tailhole was being battered and he was sure the rough fucking was causing him to tear and bleed, but he found comfort in the thought that he was serving his master in such a way.
The illithid had been tense and angry after the council, and Sepf knew that he was taking it out on him. Hurting him. Fucking, no, raping him. Claiming him with no regard in such an intense manner. He put a paw into his mouth and bit down on it hard enough to draw blood, the pain slightly removing his focus from the painful assfucking and muffling his yelps and cries. His mind wandered to his first rape, how he had bitten into the strawfilled pillow, but was interrupted in his reveries when his master pulled out of him in a most brutal fashion, gaping his bruised tailhole. He grabbed the sobbing boy's hips and turned him around and lifted him up on the table, before grabbing his ankles and lining his member up to the bleeding pucker. Sepf cried out anew as the illithid pushed his cock inside, driving it to the hilt in one go, a couple dripping noises barely heard over the sound of his pelvis smacking against the cub's backside.
Through the tears in his eyes, the cub looked at his master. The illithid's tentacles were undulating around ferociously and his eyes had a gleam of malice he had only seen when he and Scrae were rescued.
The mind-flayer was fucking him with powerful, long strokes now. The table would shift backwards every time he rammed his member inside and Sepf's cock would spasm in tandem to the cruel battering of his prostate. He dared not touch himself, it was obvious his master was not in mood for shared pleasure, so he bit down on one paw and covered it with the other, keeping his voice muffled as it yelped and squealed and cried from the harsh rape.
The pain was great enough that even the sustained and heavy attack on his prostate could not bring him over the edge, and he was left unsatisfied, hurt and bleeding when his master climaxed and drove his member as deep as possible in great shudders. It was almost as if the tension and rage left his body as he came, his shoulders came down a little, and the crushing grip on Sepf's ankles was loosened as the illithid panted from the rigorous excersize.
Sepf's master pulled out somewhat slowly, bulbous eyes taking note of the blood covering his softening shaft, and stepped over to his discarded belt. The cub's legs simply fell down to a vertical position, his chest huffing in and out, as he was left worn out from the ordeal. He finally let go of his muzzle and realised his paw had bloody imprints above and below the knuckle of his pointy finger.  
The illithid returned with his rod of healing, an item topped with a small sculpture of an angel with rubies for eyes. He lifted up Sepf's legs made a pass over the blue-furred cub's bleeding tailhole and Sepf gasped out in relief as the spatters of blood stopped dripping from it, as its wounds closed. The mind-flayer stood still for a moment, his tentacles almost vertical now, the tension gone from his body. His head leaned forward a bit, as if composing himself, and then he waved a three-fingered hand towards the exit of the tent.
I AM DONE WITH YOU. LEAVE, he projected into the cub's mind, turning away in a dismissive fashion and stepping towards his ottoman couch, where he plopped down and leaned back with a groan, spent member still slick with cum and blood.
Sepf adriotly came down from the table and put on his clothes, clenching his tailhole a couple of times and finding is worn and aching, but not in great pain. He looked plaintively at his master, hopeful for some recognition, but found none, and left the tent with weary steps, his softening member oozing pre into his undergarments.
Perhaps Zennobas and Fluffy would be able to let him reach satisfaction, he thought, as he made his way over to the other canopied tent.

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Six weeks had passed since the last raid, and their force had been swapped out by fresh slave soldiers and the illithids that drove them into battle.
The coloum that traversed the Underdark back to the mind-flayer city of Orlo'o'rhonas was heavily laden with the magical chests full of plunder and loot. Gold and gems and ores and spices. Magical items and weapons. The center of the caravan was made out of huffing and bleating herds of rothé as well as a few riding lizards that had so far been untameable.
Stalking ahead of the column, along with Helazzin the deep gnome and Fluffy the displacer beast, Sepf was sneaking down a tunnel that would lead to a larger, westwards bound tunnel that would lead to the city. The illithids' council had decided to take a roundabout return journey, to keep the coloumn safe from intercepting drow forces. Of course, no trip was ever safe in the lands below the sun, but the supreme power of the illithids and their slave soldiers had obliterated nests of Quaggoths, Fungus Folk and even scared off a shadow dragon with Sepf's master's and Barnabos' supreme magical prowess bombarding the creature to the point where it slinked back into the shadows, defeated.
Extending his senses to the fullest, the cub could only hear and smell the damp and somewhat suffocating air of the tunnel. His steps were light and the cloak weaved from elf hair he wore would ward off prying eyes, not that he didn't have spells both written directly onto his body or in his mind that would render him invisible. Sepf felt quite confident in his skulking all around and his mind was able to relax and think back on the raids he had participated in.
During his escape from Claw Chasm, and especially in the rescue of Scrae from the duergar city of Firestone, his mettle had been tested and his skills in both the arcane and with the blade had been used in battle. But the raids had been something else. He had killed. From the shadows. Under the cloak of magical invisibility. In pitched battles. With magic, but especially with his enchanted sword he had dubbed Spark, due its lighting magic imbuement. He thought back on the guild he had been a part of, back in the world above, and how only a few of the members would have been as accomplished as he was now at this age. Nearing thirteen summers old, his body was beginning to mature, just like his mind and acumen, he had gained a couple more inches of height, and his muscles were more defined than ever due to the rigorous training schedule of his master's troops he was often a part of.
His self-absorbed thought were interrupted by the whisper of steps that reached his ears, and he crouched down and got close to the walls of the tunnel, silently muttering the command word that would activate the rune magic engraved on his back. He felt the white-coloured, double chevrons tattooed there burn slightly as his body turned translucent and he waited.
The steps became louder, and the reverbrations through the stone told Sepf that it was a fairly large creature walking on four limbs that was coming his way. Ahead, the tunnel dipped slightly, and the first thing he saw was a beastial visage of white fur that covered an ursine and squat monstrous head with slavering jaws.
A quaggoth, a deep bear as it was often called, the beastial hunter that prowled the underdark. Some six feet tall when standing on its back legs and with a powerful and muscular body of some two hundred and fifty pounds of animalistic savagery.
Sepf took in a shuddering breath, feeling alone and exposed as the creature stalked towards him, occasionally dipping its muzzle to the ground to sniff at it in search of prey. The cub was familiar with the creatures, as the illithids kept many of them as slaves, and he had fought alongside them during the raiding expedition, but seeing it in the wild was something else.  
The cub steeled himself. His mission was clear: 'scout for enemies, defeat those you can, report back on those you cannot'. And this single beast was something he knew he should be able to take on. He stepped silently into the middle of the tunnel and drew his sword as quietly as possible, well-oiled scabbard barely hissing as the two-edged shortsword with its azure gemstones on the pommel and the crossguard was drawn out.
Ahead of him, the bearlike creature stopped and took deep, sniffing breaths. Sepf knew that it would be able to smell him keenly through his invisibility and decided to begin the encounter with an offensive spell. He rummaged into his pouch contained his spell components and touched the tip of a small bottle of oil and brought out a piece of flint. The cloak of magic dissapated as he began the incantation and the quaggoth roared as its prey revealed itself, almost instantly charging the cub. Sepf chanted as fast as he could, unoccupied paw making the passes of the spell, and the drop of oil on his fingertip and the flint dissapated as his spell released, a single bolt of flame that hurtled towards the charging monster and struck it in the center of its chest, a whoosh of flames burning fur and the flesh beneath and causing it to stumble and roll as its momentum was broken by the magic.
The creature was resillient, though, and quickly got up in a scramble of paws and another loud roar, charging the young boy. He readied himself and as the quaggoth's right paw came crashing through the air to rip his head from his body, he stabbed out precisely, his enchanted blade plunging straight through its paw, which impaled itself on the blade. The surging crack of electricity made Sepf's eyes water and the bear-like creature roar out in pain, as tendons were severed and the magic caused its skin to crackle and split around the wound.
Sepf's elbow was pushed back from the strength of the charge, and it barraged into his abdomen, driving the breath from his body and causing him to stumble back, the blade exiting the creature's paw. He quickly got his bearing and readied the short sword again to ward off another attack, but the quaggoth stood still, a keening sound coming from its throat as it tried to put the paw on the ground and lifted off again in pain, blood spattering out from the wound.
"Git!" Sepf shouted, his voice cracking from puberty, "Get lost! The others will come soon and you will either die or be enslaved!"
The bear-like creature cocked its head askew and took deep and ponderous breaths as it considered its options. The cub was sure the wounds already inflicted had brought it close to its limits and he had no wish to exterminate it unless he really had to. It almost seemed like his efforts were in vain, as the creature growled deep in its throat, but then it yelped and brought its wouded paw close to its chest. It huffed and turned tail and ran.
Sepf drew a breath of relief but was then overtaken by a black shadow that padded down the tunnel.
"Fluffy, no. Heel!" he shouted after the displacer beast, his cracking teenage voice surprisingly dipping an octave and a half lower, making his command sounds like almost that of an adult male. The six-legged feline stopped in its tracks, facing down the quaggoth which had turned, standing on its hind legs ready for mortal combat.
"Come here!" Sepf called out, his voice back to its cub-like tone, and the huge cat looked back over its shoulder, lazily regarding the boy, before it huffed in discontent and padded back, supremely ignoring the bear-like creature at its rear.
The quaggoth settled down on three paws, shook its head in confusion and turned to run off.
Sepf smiled as Fluffy returned to him, wipinig his blade of blood in his cloak and scabbarding it, before reaching out to pet the creature which stood taller than him, even on four legs. It stopped just shy of letting him touch, and regarded him with its golden eyes that glimmered with beast-like intelligence, regarding him with something close to annoyance of being denied a kill.
"He wasn't a threat," Sepf said with pleading in his voice, "it was better to just let him go," he said, trying to convince himself just as much as the panther-like displacer beast.
One of the tentacles that sprung out from its back wriggled forward and gave him a slight cuff on the side of his head, battering his ear, before it stepped closer and nuzzled against him, causing him to fall on his butt with a giggle as the large feline licked his face a couple of times before it scampered back up the tunnel towards the main coloum of their raiding party.
Sepf got to his feet again with a smile and continued to scout out the tunnel, hopeful that no further enemies would impart their travel and that they would soon be home.


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Sepf was hyperventilating with fright. His arms and legs were shackled, leaving him defenceless against the towering demonic monster that occupied the torture room with him. A brazier cast flickering shadows, causing the creature's snarling visage to be like that out of a nightmare. It had its slavering maw close to his face, fetid breaths causing his stomach to churn and his mind to wander what kinds of tortured meats the Draegolth consumed.
It's larger, clawed and massive paws were caressing his body, if one could call it that. The tips were dragging painfully into his fur and drawing blood, crisscrosses of bleeding wounds carved into his fur.
The draegolth's second pair of arms, elf-like in nature, had its hands on his member and nutsack, caressing the soft fur and coaxing out his black-skinned canine member. Despite himself, Sepf felt the warm touch of the fiend to be exciting, as it rolled his orbs around and massaged his sheath with a touch that seemed almost sensual.
In the back of his mind, the cub knew that this was all a ruse. Such a creature would use pleasure to toy with him, but his body responded nonetheless, and his member was soon fully hard and dripping pre, the pleasure a contrast he could focus on to disregard the pain of the large claws that were rending his fur and flesh alike.
"You mortals are so easy to fool. A bit of pleasure and any pain can seemingly be forgotten," the demonic creature whispered into the cub's ear, tugging his erection and painfully clawing four lines of pain across his abdomen with one of his monstrous paws, "I shall enjoy messing with your mind until the point where you beg for me to kill you!"
With that, the draegolth put its claws around Sepf's torso, holding him in place with its inhuman strength, digging the tips in to the point where they drew blood and made his ribs hurt. His other arms, the one that ended in humanoid hands, drew back from pleasuring the folf, letting his mind fully absorb the pain of his ribs being slowly crushed.
A sudden bunch to his solar plexus drew his breath away. Another struck. Then another. The draegolth pummeled his body with swift and powerful punches, digging the strikes into his abdomen again and again, causing him to hurl. Spatters of slime and stomach acids began to hang from the cub's maw as his stomach was punched again and again, the demonic creature never ceasing its barrage. Knuckles impacted blue and white fur, driving the breath out of Sepf's lungs and causing what meager contents remaining in his stomach to be forced out to drip down his gasping jaw, the sour taste of his bile covering his tongue.
The beast struck further down, hitting the fur just above his pelvis, before it paused, just for a second, as it drew back on the arms for the next attack.
Sepf screamed as a heavy punch impacted his nutsack. Squealed as a slap impacted his cock, causing it to wobble up and down and burn from the palm that struck the upper part of his shaft, causing his cockhead to swell with bruising. The half-demon laughed cruelly and brought its palms together like one would trying to kill a fly, smacking the boy's cockhead three times with blows that rang out in the room, causing Sepf to sream out in pain.
The demon readied another strike and used savage uppercuts to crush the blue-furred folf's testicles against his body, the other hand holding his nutsack in place so it couldn't escape the furious blows. The first couple of blows caused Sepf's breath to be caught in his throat, and he remained breathless and bereft of his voice as two dozen harsh punches smashed against his stones to the point of them bursting. When the creature withdrew its fist with a satisfied huff, it took five second for the boy to draw in a shuddering breath, and then he wailed in torment. The torture to his nuts made him cry and scream like a little kid and tears fell freely from his eyes as he sobbed and shuddered.
"If I did not know any better, it would seem you are enjoying yourself!" the dreagolth teased him, mockingly grasping his spasming erection and rubbing the pre at his piss slit around, causing a small sliver of pleasure to enter the cub's senses.
"Little weaklings such as you deserve to be used by powerful males, such as me," the fiend chuckled and reached down to undo the manacles at the cub's feet.
Sepf was shuddering in pain and almost mindless as his legs were lifted up, revealing his tender backside. But he absentmindedly noted the girth of the fiend, something close to twelve inches and more thick that even Zennobas. He shivered as the massive tool was brought up to press against his tailhole and yowled out as the half-demon plunged in, ripping him open and spearing him on its too-hot flesh.
The cub's ear had been bleeding, curtesy of the draegolth ripping out his earring, and now it brought its muzzle down to lick at it again, before engulfing it in the hot confines of its mouth, sharp teeth prickling the senstivite flesh.
Sepf screamed in torment as the fiend buckled its hips, demonic strength plunging its member deep inside his torn asshole, and screamed louder still, as it bit down, severing his ear from his head, chuckling darkly and munching on the tasty treat, while it raped him cruelly.
It's bestial member rammed in and out of him while its slavering jaws ate his flesh right next to his head, each sound of its fangs grinding his ear apart noisely impacting his ruined ear canal. Sepf convulsed under the assault, crying and pleading, as the half-demon let go of his abdomen, ribs cracking as the bent back again to their normal positions, and put the tip of a claw against his urethra, the sharp point digging painfully against his most sensitive orifice.
His right eye blacked out as a massive claw drew near, the off-yellow chitine drawing near.
Sepf screamed out as the claw got closer still, his voice turning hoarse as it prodded against and then penetrated his eye, causing his vision to blur. At the same time, an excrutiating pain erupted from his nethers, as the half-demon pushed its claw there into his urethra and slowly split his cock in two, slicing through the tender flesh.
Screaming and convulsing, in pain so huge it dwarfed anything he had experienced so far in his life, the cub barely sensed when a loud crash ehoed in the small room. However, Sepf was too far gone to care...

 
"Wake up," a voice jolted him to conciousness, "Sepf, wake up!"
Covered in sweat and with eyes blinking from tears, the blue-furred folf jolted into awareness, panting and groaning as the nightmare left his body, only to let him realise that Scrae the kobold was the one shaking him from his tortured slumber. Despite his familiarity, the vestiges of his night terror was gripping him so tightly that he meeped out and scrambled out of the bed, his feet touching the stone floor and stepping back all the way to the heavy, oaken door that led into Scrae's room. Sepf was panting and crying openly, even as his member was fully hard and dripping pre, his mind a whirlwind of conficting emotions.
"Sepf, what's wrong with you," the kobold said, sitting himself on the bed, his short and scaled legs dangling off the floor, totally nude. Sepf's initial reaction was enter guard, putting his left leg forward and raising his paws in the motions that had been drilled into him through relentless training. After a few seconds he relaxed his posture, his shoulders, which seemed to have risen all the way to his ears slumped down and he looked down with a sigh.
"I- Nothing," the cub said lamely, knowing his lie was apparent.
"You were crying and screaming in your sleep." Scrae said, matter-of-factly, absentmindedly rubbing his furred sheath, which was still matted with the emissions from their tryst the night before
"Just a nightmare," Sepf said, trying to sound nonchalant about it, not willing to admit the burning memories of his torture in Claw Chasm.
"There is no need to lie to me.." Scrae's voice trailed off. Usually, he came off as a strict mentor, despite being about the same age as the cub, though his body was fully mature, the kobold species being fast growers. However, he could still come off as uncertain when it came to Sepf and the cub felt his hesitancy, somewhat glad the red-hued kobold didn't have the insights neccecary to prod at his inner feelings.
Unlike their master.
Sepf shuddered at the thought, afraid the illithid would be able to sense his weakness and cast him out of the abode, to an uncertain future in the Underdark.
The cub emitted a deep sigh and stepped over to the bed. Scrae muttered a curse as he sat down, his increasing weight enough to cause the smaller kobold to bounce on the feather-stuffed mattress.
"Scrae, what do you know about the illithid Absalum?" Sepf asked, hoping to change the subject. The kobold was wise to the less-than-deft attempt to steer the conversation, but held off his prying, sighing and looking the cub squarely in his eyes.
"Our master considers him a rival," Scrae said slowly, "he is supposed to be the second most powerful wizard or the most powerful wizard in the city. That changes depending on the mood of our master." His draconic eyes locked with the cub's, "Why do you ask?"
"N- Nothing much. It's just that he angered him by taking some of the spoils that should have been shared," Sepf said, slyly predicting the outraged expression on the kobold's face.
"Scum-brained filth!" Scrae cursed, clenching his paws in anger, "No wonder Master was in a strange mood when you came back from the expedition yesterday!"
Sepf did not have the heart to tell him that the illithid had been acting oddly since he raped him in the tent. He kept his mouth shut and forced an expression of anger onto his own visage.
"That cur should not be allowed to walk around with his head held high!" the cub hissed, somewhat overly dramatic, hoping to rile up the kobold further, "I want to take back what is rightfully our master's!"
Scrae nodded eagerly, his draconic eyes narrowed in rightous anger from the thought. Then his shoulders slumped down a little, "You can not do that," he said, "it would be far too dangerous."
Sepf knew he was right, but opened his mouth to say something further, before the kobold's paw came up, his pointy finger pushing against his lips, "Besides," Scrae said firmly, "only Master decides such things. Since you are taking it up with me, I guess he has not given you any instructions in that regard."
Curses! Sepf thought, his opaque attempt of subterfuge twarted. His ears drooped down and he gave a dejected sigh, before he gave a little meep as the tickling paw of the kobold rummaged with his sheath.
"Instead of worrying about such things, you should enjoy yourself," Scrae said, worming a digit into the cub's sheath and rubbing against his flaccid shaft, quickly coaxing out a bit of the black length, "why don't you get on your paws and knees and I will give you something else to think about!"
Sepf thought about the kobold's knotted member ramming up his rear and his erection hardened further, pushing back his plans to the back of his mind and causing his tailhole to spasm eagerly. He dipped in for a kiss and met his fellow pet's lips with his own, cub-like voice moaning out, reaching for the kobold's erection that was almost at full mast.
His personal project would wait for later.



Sonzo'azzar, the dark elf weapons master, was drilling the smaller members of the household in the art of fighting against larger opponents, and the larger creatures in how to counter such moves.
Sepf was sweating profusely, already two hours into the rigorous training, his body aching from the excersize in tandem to the delightful throbbings that came from his backside after the night's escapades with Scrae.
"Sepf, get in close. You must breach the distance as fast as possible to negate the advantage your opponent has," the drow's voice was hoarse and worn. His delicate facial features were creased with lines as his return from the dead had cost him a significant part of his life force. Yet, he was as dilligent as ever in training the pets and slaves of the illithid and the blue-furred cub was glad that the skillfull fighter was still a part of the household.
He was squared off against Zennobas. Both of them wore the gear they had been wearing while on the expedition. The gnoll was decked out in full adamantite plate, with the sigil of their master on its chest-piece, a five-pointed star with the two lower points elongated compared to the other three. Sepf was wearing his skimpy leather armour, that was enchanted to aid in sneaking and somewhat protectieve due to the dweomers cast into the black leather, but nothing like the protection granted by the heavy armour of the gnoll.
Despite his size and the armour, Zennobas was moving with the careful grace of an ever more competent warrior, keeping his feet solidly planted and his enchanted longsword held in a dual grip. He was holding the sword in a low guard, changing the direction of the tip constantly as Sepf moved closer and then backwards, constantly circling, trying to get the optimal angle for an attack.
Sepf was dual-wieding Spark in his right paw and an enchanted dagger in his left paw, right leg forward and the tip of his sword constantly pointing towards the center of the large gnoll's torso, right at the star-shaped sigil.
The task that Sonzo'azzar had given him was almost impossible. The weary and skillful gnoll kept his guard up at all times, intelligent eyes regarding the cub with intensity, never underestimating, unlike other large creatures who would often rely on their overwhelming size to win their battles, and loose because of it.
"Batté, Sepf, batté!" the drow called out, and the cub remembered his training, suddenly springing into motion and running dead ahead towards the gnoll.
Zennobas gritted his teeth and took a step to the side, sword moving to his left, point angling halfway towards the ceiling. Sepf grunted as he got close, and struck out with his blade, his speed having brought him into distance of the extended sword. He made the cut so that the center of his sword struck at the tip of the gnoll's, the lever-principle allowing his strike to batter it slightly out of the way before he let steel screech against steel and yelled out as he thrust forward.
His attack, however, was stymied by the gnoll simply backstepping with surprising alacrity, the sword which had been battered slightly away coming back to take a strike at the cub, who had to dodge and tumble to the left to avoid being hit. Sepf agilily got to his feet, facing the gnoll, tip of his shortsword angling upwards and the much larger male stood still and grinned at him.
"Good attempt, little one," Zennobas rumbled in his deep voice, "you almost had me there."
"As did you!" Sepf said cheerly, panting from the rapid clash, holding his sword up vertically and saluting the gnoll, before settling into a fighting stance again, Zennobas mirroring his actions, grin turning to an intense expression, fully back into training-mode again.

After their training, the blue-furred cub and the well-muscles gnoll went to the baths, a section of the abode of hot-water pools, a steam room and a sauna, for the illithid's pets and slaves to clean off in and relax.
They walked side-by-side, talking about their training, Zennobas giving the boy small pieces of advice and expanding on the lessons of the drow weapons master. Sepf felt lucky that the powerful gnoll had taken a liking to him, as his ability to see through the training to the essense at its core would often give him valuable insights.
Sepf also felt lucky due to the heady smell wafting to his nose that came from Zennobas' sweaty body, the gnoll's fur utterly drenched. He had taken off his undershirt and was walking around with only his loincloth and his steed-studded boots on. The raunchy scents coming from his armpits caused the cub's member to stir, but it was the delectable musky emanations from underneath the gnoll's loincloth that made him salivate and his member to prod against the codpiece of his leather armour.
As they entered the baths and made it towards the heated pool, Sepf was pleased to notice that they were the only ones there. He discarded his gear and clothes within the span of a few breaths, eager to get naked and dirty with the gnoll, who simply stood there and took in the sight of the randy cub, his loincloth tenting slightly.
Sepf was halfway bent over, removing his underwear, when a sudden prodding to his backside caused him to meep out and stumble forwards. The gnoll rumbled out a deep-pitched and friendly laughter and stepped forward to prod again, his erection straining against the loincloth as he let the fully formed and knotted member press into the cleft of the cub's buttocks.
The cub moaned out from the hot warmth pressing against his pucker and began to grind against the clothed nethers of the gnoll, his own member, black and canine, twitching to full mast from the lewd sensation.
Zennobas took a step back and smirked down at the cub who looked back over his shoulder with a needy expression on his face.
"Lie down on the floor in front of the bench, little one," the gnoll said, pointing at the nearest stone bench around the steaming pool. Sepf pouted but did as asked, stepping over with a swish to his steps, making sure to make his well-defined buttocks strut out to entice the gnoll.
Zennobas appreciated the teasing, stepping closer and pulling off his loincloth, revealing a knotted member almost as long as the cub's underarm. He leaned down to undo his steel-capped boots and sighed contently as he stepped out of their stifling confines, wiggling his toes, nose curling at the powerful stench coming from them. Then he stepped closer to the cub, who had positioned himself on his back with his head towards the stone bench.  
Sepf was almost salivating, his raunchy desire to let the gnoll dominate him by using him as his toilet causing his member to throb. He pouted when the larger male sat down on the bench, looking down at him between the throbbing red-skinned erection that spasmed in tandem to his heartbeat.
"I haven't bathed since we returned home, and my feet are killing me," Zennobas said, a smug expression on his hyena-like features as he lifted up his legs and undulated his toes, giving Sepf a good view of the underside of his feet, "perhaps you can help me out with a relaxing tongue-bath!"
Sepf's eyes went wide from the implications and then eep'ed out as one, sevely stinky footpaw came down to rest on his face, grinding against the fur there and depositing a rich and powerful musk that had hitherto been trapped inside the gnoll's sturdy boots.
The nose of the cub was assaulted by the stench of gnollfoot to the point where his eyes teared up. He had been drinking the bigger male's piss and eating his shit on a regular basis, but this was the first time he was subjected to the underside of the hyena-like creature's foot-smell this close up. Zennobas used his big toe to pry at Sepf's lips, letting him know he wanted it to enter, and the cub reluctantly opened up, the large digit filling up his maw.
The taste was awful, a sharp and pungent tone that turned into the sour and musky aftertaste that resembled the gunk on a filthy cock. The gnoll played around with his big toe, pulling it out and pushing it back in, letting it glide in between Sepf's lips and his teeth, coating his entire mouth in the taste of his stinky foot. Next came the next two toes, big toe hanging outside the boy's mouth, and a new arrary of flavours and tastes were assaulting his tastebuds and nose.
"Not much bath about this, is there?" Zennobas remarked dryly and Sepf finally began to suckle a little and let his tongue scrape against the almost-moldy tasting toes in his maw.
The cub gagged several times, as this released an array of flavours right down his gullet, causing his stomach to rebel. The gnoll rumbled and pulled the middle toes out and inserted his smallest toes, repeating the proces of grinding the digits around the cub's mouth before letting them rest so that he could suck the grime off them. He brought up his other foot, and ground it against Sepf's ears and headfur, gripping the stone bench for puchase.
The blue-furred boy could almost feel how his fur became more and more sticky from the grime, and his sense of taste and smell were overworked, but underneath it all came the familiar and rolling current of arousal from the submissive and nasty act. He was fullfilling what he considered one of his primary functions in the abode: keeping other males happy. Whether by raising his tail, sucking cock, serving as a latrine, or even like this, as a personal foor rest and toe cleaner.
Zennobas noted the change and pulled out the small toes with a satisfying slurp, before he brought the other footpaw to bear, and inserted its big toe into the cub's eager muzzle, which immidiately began sucking the digit as if it were a cock, tongue dancing over its surface. Sepf also made sure to let his tongue traverse the cracks between the gnoll's toes, the spaces there almost hairless and inundated with raunchy musk, which just turned him on further.
Sepf groaned out in pleasure, as a warm and grimy weight pressed down on his erection. The gnoll was tall enough to sit on the bench, have one foot be serviced by the cub right in front of him and to extend his leg to press down against the black and knotted cubcock further away.
"That's it, boy, worship my feet," the gnoll rumbled, the ball of his foot rubbing back and forth over the cub's dripping erection, while pulling out his big toe and inserting all the small toes at once, stuffing the cub's maw to the brim with the smells and tastes of many days worth of marching.
Sepf was becoming almost delirious and musk drunk from it all, the grimy feeling against his sensitive erection, the heavy mass pressing into his maw, forcing his jaws apart to accept all the toes, the tastes and scents that were scraped off by his tongue and teeth.
Zennobas began to grind his foot harder and lower on the cub's knotted member, the ball of his foot pressing the knot against Sepf's body and his toes flexing to grasp at it, while the heel of his foot rubbed grime into the copious amounts of precum that the cub was emitting. Sepf began to gurgle, as his entire world was gnoll foot-musk, every breath a cacophany of smells and every swallow of gritty saliva was pungent with the sour taste.
The gnoll began to press and rub harder and faster, causing the cub underneath him to whine out in pleasure.
"You're so soft..." Zennobas said slowly, Sepf moaning plaintively.
"...Weak..." The gnoll said, not unkindly, though it caused the cub's ears to droop and his cheeks to blush brighty from the dominant words.
"...Pathetic..." Zennobas said, increasing the pressure of his foot, causing the boy to squeal out and finally lose it, cum spraying from his black member to coat the underside of the gnoll's heavy foot and mat the white stomach fur on his abdomen and crotch.
Zennobas kept rubbing Sepf's cock firmly, the grimy feeling getting overwhelming and he whined out between the toes still lodged into his mouth. The gnoll relented and pulled out the toes and the other foot, hovered the cum-slickerned underside above the cub's head and waited. It did not take Sepf many seconds to figure out his task and his tongue made pass after pass on the musky underside of the gnoll's foot, licking off his own cum and several weeks worth of dried-up footsweat.
The cub stiffened when several loud and crude voices began to get closer, some other denizens of the abode coming for a bath. Zennobas took the cue to lift off his foot, mostly cleaned of cum and grime now, and set it down firmly, standing up and giving Sepf a nice view of his bobbing erection, heavy nutsack and sweat-dripping pucker.
"Get dressed, kid. Let's continue this in my room," the gnoll rumbled affectionally, "I have a cock that needs a warm place to be put into!"


Later, after having been knotted twice by the large gnoll, stomach bulging out from the massive length and tailhole severely sore from his ordeal, Sepf was resting with Zennobas' arm draped over him in a possessive embrace, fat gnoll cock up his ass.
On the floor, Fluffy the displacer beast was curled up. It had taken exactly one sniff at Sepf when they returned from the baths, coughed like felines do, and then scampered into a corner to lie down, letting the cub and the gnoll enjoy themselves.
Zennobas was snoring loudly, the rumbles from his chest making Sepf's backside vibrate. The cub was leaking precum from his half-hard member, despite it having shot its load three more times after the feet-induced climax. The gnoll's fat cock was pressed up against his prostate, and the rumbles from his snoring made it vibrate, causing a never-ceasing flurry of twitches to run through the cub's body from the stimulation.
Inbetween the two rounds of fucking, Sepf had inquired about Absalum, about whom the gnoll did not know much. Only that he was a powerful spellcaster and that his abode was in one of the central caverns, near the arena, the structure he inhabitated carved from a stalagmite and shaped like a mushroom. The blue-furred folf was certain he could find the structure by himself with those directions and nursed a plan while he waited for Zennobas' cock to deflate and pop out his tailhole.
Sepf looked at the displacer beast and activated the power of his magic-sensing ear ring, smiling softly with how Fluffy's collar lighted up. The feline's leather collar was sturdy and thick, covered in studded steel spikes. Imbued with various enchatments, it made the creature both able to crawl on walls, protected it somewhat against fire and lightning as well as coating its entire body in a shield of magic as powerful as plated armour. Fluffy was also imbued with higher intelligence by the collar, and could understand most spoken words in several tongues, having picked up the various languages spoken within the abode. The displacer beast was truly formidable in combat and Sepf had been glad to scout out tunnels ahead of the raiding party with it by his side.
As the gnoll's member finally plopped out of his tailhole in a gush of cum, Sepf squirmed under Zennobas' well-muscled arms and stepped out of bed, the wet feeling of semen caressing his buttocks and thighs and tickling his legfur as it oozed out of his gaped-open tailhole.
When his feet made contact with the floor, the displacer beast opened its eyes and yawned, made a catlike stretch and padded over to him, nuzzling against his crotch and almost causing him to fall down from the beast's huge weight. Sepf had to hold on the black-furred, panther-like head of the creature to stay on his feet and its huge tongue angled up to lick at his palms, a deep and throaty purr beginning to emanate from its throat.
"Fluffy, I need your help," Sepf said, as he began slowly and silently to put on his undergarments. The creature stepped around him and lapped at his legs, catching the gnoll's cum with its tongue. The fold meeped out as silent as possibly when it put its large and cold nose in between his buttocks and licked at his sore sphincter.
"No, not like that," he said, "I need your help for a mission," he turned to face the creature which stared at him with beyond-animalistic intelligence, its head cocked slightly askew like asking a question.
"I need to steal something for our master," the cub whispered, somewhat excitedly, to which the feline's ears perked up, "and I need you to help me get there!"
The displacer beast huffed and brought its huge head down to his crotch, to lick at his member which was still hard from the sore throbbing in his tailhole. Sepf turned its head away with a giggle before fixing a more stern expression, "I'm serious, Fluffy," he said.
If the feline could have pouted, that is the expression the cub would have expected to see, its ears drooped a little and it whined a little in the back of its throat.
"No. Shhhhhh, don't make any noise. It's supposed to be a secret," Sepf plaintively said.
The displacer beast looked at the gnoll, who kept it as his pet, and Sepf was sure the creature was considering waking its master. The cub stepped forward and grabbed the feline's head, putting his own forehead against its forehead, "please, please, please just help," he muttered, feeling forlorn at the chance of the creature not being willing to help him.
Fluffy huffed, then puffed, then took a step back, gently shaking its head to pry off his paws, before it sat down on its haunches and looked at him expectantly, its eyes narrowed and its tail and tentacles wriggling around a little.
"You'll help?" Sepf asked, hopefully.
The displacer beast huffed and nodded its head three times, getting to its feet and staring at the door, ready to leave.
The cub choked down the desire to shout out in jubilation, while at the same time his eyes misted up a bit from the sudden change in fortunes.
I'll show Master that I am worthy of being his pet! Sepf thought as he dressed himself, before he opened the door to the hallway and led Fluffy through the corridors of the his master's abode.
Finally, without running into any guards, they made their way through the gate and stood looking over the mind-flayer home city. Sepf turned to the displacer beast.
"I'm going to ride on you and cast a spell of invisibility on you. Do you understand?" Sepf asked the feline, who nodded in response, and lowered its four front legs to allow him to sit up, right behind where its tentacles sprouted from its body. Sepf muttered his way through the incantation and pressed his palm into the thick backfur of the displacer beast, and it shimmered and then turned invisible. He concentrated and then spoke the activation words to activate the runic magic engraved on his back, and he turned invisible as well.
"Is it okay if I hold on to your tentacles?" Sepf asked, to which the beast huffed in aknowledgement, and he grabbed onto the tentacles as close to their base as possible, Fluffy circling them around hius wrists two times to fasten him down, "Good kitty," Sepf whispered, "let's go!"
The large, six-legged feline sprung forward in a quick dash, large paws almost soundlessly padding against the floor of the cavern. At this point of the day, traffic was light, only a few slaves and the occasional patrol. However, Sepf knew that the psionic imbuements from his master would ward off most alarms, marking him and the displacer beast as as being friendlies, despite their cloaking.
They were quickly inside the second-innermost cavern, where the arena was, and Sepf made Fluffy stop for a moment to take a stock of the situation. He muttered an incantation and made a circle with his right thumb and pointy finger, looking through. The minor spell would focus sight to the point where objects far away looked as if they were close enough to touch, and the cub used the augmented vision to scout for the fungus-like structure of Absalum.
[i)There![/i], he thought, as he honed in the structure, which was towering over most of the buildings of the cavern. Grey and redbrown colours streaked up the structure's sides and the added mushroom head, which glittered with fearie fire, was more like a platform. Or rather.. Sepf squinted and noticed how holes had been strategically carved on its sides, then looked down and failed to see an entrance. Perhaps the wizard's abode had stone doors and could be defended from the platform above?
The cub looked at the walls of the cavern near them, and thought an entry from above would be the wisest. Climbing the stalagmite itself seemed foolhardy, it would probably be enchanted, but if he landed on the top?
"Fluffy, climb the wall here and take us to the roof right over the mushroom-shaped stalagmite there," Sepf whispered to the huge feline, leaning forward and letting one of its eyes see through his O-shaped fingers. The displacer beast huffed and began to climb, the spell imbued in its collar allowing it the traverse the steep wall almost as easily as walking.
Sepf held on for dear life, and Fluffy let its muscular tentacles wrap around his arms and torso, holding him in place. The view was astounding, but the cub had little time to enjoy it, as his head began to roar when the displacer beast began crawling on the ceiling of the cavern. Inhabited stalagmites hung down from the ceiling, and the feline made sure to give them a wide berth, the trip slow and careful.
Finally, they were hanging above the mushroom-shaped structure of his master's rival. At this point, the cavern was perhaps one hundred feet tall, with a drop of fifty feet to land on the top of the tower. Sepf had been scanning it for watchmen, and noted that a couple of goblins were posted there, shabbily clad, but armed with spears that glowed brightly with magical enchantments.

"Let me get one of my hands free, so that I can cast a spell of feather fall on you," Sepf muttered to the displacer beast. Fluffy looked back over his shoulder and huffed in derision, before simply letting itself fall. Sepf almost shouted in fright as they plummeted towards the platform and the goblins, air whooshing in his ears, head hurtling straight towards the stone tiles there. However, the cat-like nature of the displacer beast let it rotate its body mid-flight and it landed with a thud, six legs easily absorbing the fall.
This made the goblins turn, with alarm on their features, and Fluffy dashed forward with a loud growl and tore into the one to their right. At the same time, it uncoiled its tentacles, and Sepf let himself fall off and roll, before sprinting towards the goblin on their left, unsheathing his sword and ramming it through the creature's chest before it could brace its spear at the muted sound of his feet padding over the platform. He struck true, and lighting cracked and burst the creature's heart. The other one was overwhelmed by the ferocious beast that latched its slavering jaws onto its throat and tore it out in a spurt of blood, letting the goblin fall gurgling to the floor.
Sepf looked down at the creature he had slain, leaned in to wipe his sword on its filthy rags, and sheathed it. After that, he pried its spear out of its hand and tested its weight and balance, getting a closer look at its wickedly-barbed and enchanted spearhead that was imbued with glowing runes, not unlike the ones of the illithid's tentacles. He opened his small pouch of holding, and marveled at its magic as he inserted the entirity of the spear into without a hazzle. Fluffy's jaws were red with blood and it was feasting on its goblin prey, but let the cub pick up the other spear unmolested, and he stowed that away as well. Sepf took note of the necklaces around both guards' necks, deducing they were for raising the alarm, and was glad their initial attack had been so sudden and overwhelming.
In the center of the platform was a circular staircase winding into the tower. Sepf stepped towards it and called out for the displacer beast, which growled in discontent as it left its meat behind, half the goblin's body already ripped apart and gobbled up.

Sepf took the lead and sneaked down the staircase. Both he and Fluffy were visible, as their attack had broken the spell, and he took care to step as lightly as possible. He had drawn a small hand-crossbow, a common weapon in the underdark, its bolts laced with a drow-made sleep poison. The bottom of the stone staircase, which was winding down for several stories as far as Sepf could tell, opened up to a hallway. It seemed the space inside the tower filled out more than physics should allow, and the cub thought it was some sort of pocket dimension, not unlike his master's abode.
The doors along the corridor were sturdy, made of some kind of light-coloured wood, and Sepf opened them one after the other, revealing cramped sleeping rooms with bunkbeds that hosted a variety of enslaved creatures, snoring in their sleep.
The cub's heart felt as if it was bursting out his chest, as they made it further along, eight chambers full of minions behind them, with nothing of interest so far.
They were some 50 feet away from the end of the corridor, nearing an ornate door bedecked with golden inlays of screaming faces and devil-like shapes, when things went south. Two doors on either side of the corridor slammed open, and half a dozen quaggoths bedecked in chainmail and armed with rune-engraved swords and maces streamed out, their heavy steps echoing in the hallway.
The door at the end opened as well, and through the hulking brutes, Sepf could see the illithid step through, clad in his robe of eyes, hefting his staff and with the three Ioun stones hovering around his head.
It was do or die, and Sepf let out a warcry and charged forward, unsheathing his sword with his right paw and casting a spell with his left paw, two green missiles flying from his paw to impact one of the quaggoths, acid splashing out and causing the creature to burn and scream, it's bestial head melting from the magical attack.
The illithid mage was obstructed by the bear-like creatures, not able to get a clean line of sight, and was casting defensive spells at a furious pace, his skin glittering like a prismatic gem, glowing with smoldering ember red, and coating with a greenish carapace with long thorns sticking out.
The displacer beast roared out and punched past Sepf, smashing into the line of quaggoths, tentacles lashing out to strike at one while it climbed the other and raked at its chainmail with its four hind legs.
Sepf darted in, dodging a sword strike, and struck at the offending wrist, slicing through sinew and causing the quaggoth to drop its weapon, before its companion struck out in a horisontal blow the cub only barely managed to step out of reach of. He reposted with a thrust, but the creature parried his blow, while the other roared out in pain and fury and charged him. The cub nimbly spun on his heel, letting the quaggoth brush past him, and he stepped towards it, thrusting his blade high to strike at its neck, sword-tip digging in a few inches and detonating its lighting, causing the creature to convulse and fall dead to the ground.
His attack proved dangerous, as the other quaggoth swung at him from behind, catching him with a powerful blow on his shoulder, causing him to crash into the wall of the corridor and loose the grip of his sword in the proces. Sepf cried out in pain, and tumbled forward, dodging another attack. He quickly spoke the command word that activated the double chevron runes on his right upper arm, a shadowy sword appearing out of thin air. It's weight, though minimal, was enough to make his shoulder hurt, but he felt it better to be armed than not, blindly swinging the magical sword at the quaggoth, who disengaged by stepping out of reach.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Sepf noticed the displacer beast battling furiously with the other quaggoths, its tentacles not powerful enough to tear through their enchanted chainmail and its raking attack having minimal effect. Half a dozen wounds were already covering its body and it was roaring with rage, which the quaggoths matched with roars of their own.
Shoulder aching, Sepf parried another mace-strike and tried to riposte, but the shadowy sword was battered away by the mace's shaft and his opponent began to circle him. It was then he was suddenly aware of the illithid casting a spell and he quickly turned his head to see a bolt of lighting arc his way. He twisted his body in a half-somersault, but was a little too slow, and the magic impacted his flying leg behind the shin, causing him to stumble as he hit the ground again, nearly getting brained by the quaggoth who stepped in for another strike.
"Fluffy! Run!" Sepf shouted at the displacer beast, which was obviously outmatched by the well-armed and armoured quaggoths, as well as being the target of a new spell by the illithid, a dozen magical missiles striking true, penetrating its displacement ability and wounding it. The creature roared out in pain and struck furiously about with its tentacles, battering at the quaggoths' weapons, backstepping away from them.
Sepf feinted high and ducked low, getting in under the quaggoth's guard, letting himself stumble past and struck at its right leg, the shadow blade ripping its kneecap apart with a satisfying cruch, causing the creature to kneel down as the leg gave away. The quaggoth roared out and swung at him, but missed as its balance was off, its body twisting in a circular motion, leaving it open to Sepf's counter-attack, which drove the shadow blade through its eye and plunging it deep inside its brain.
The cub ripped out the sword and the quaggoth fell to the ground, and was then impacted by the full brunt of a sonic spell that caused the very air around to scream out like hundreds of swords grinding against each other all at once. His eardrums felt like they burst, and his skin was ripped at by the magic of the spell, and he fell to his knees, covering his ears and felt blood oozing out.
"Fluffy!" Sepf cried out, his voice muffled, but audible to his own ears through the ringing, "RUN!"
The big cat finally listened and stumbled backwards, numerous, but shallow, wounds covering its body, one of its legs wounded to the point where it kept it lifted off the ground.
It took up position at the cub's side, and he got to his feet, wincing as his lighting-struck leg hurt from the weight being put on. He nervously looked back as the doors on the sides of the corridor opened, numerous slaves spilling out to check on the commotion.
"It's no use, get out of here!" Sepf commanded the displacer beast, which huffed in annoyance, before obeying, scrambling down the hallway and surprising the creature by jumping up, rotating its body, and climbing on the ceiling, narrowly dodging thrusts from swords and spears alike.
Sepf began to cry from the inevitability of his defeat, but he readied himself and charged towards the remaining quaggoths and the illithid mage.
He sprinted as fast as his wounded leg would carry him and honed in on the mind-flayer, but was stuck in his tracks when it bellowed out a word of power that stunned him, causing his muscles to tense up, and fell to the ground with a crash, chin smacking into the hard stone painfully. The enchanted blade in his paw dissapated and he was totally vulnerable.
Oh no, he thought, as the quaggoths, though furiously growling and bloodied, stepped back and let the illithid come closer to the prone form of the cub.
Well, well, well... What have we here? Absalum's voice projected into his mind.
The wizard turned to the quaggoths and gave them a silent command, one of them reaching down and huffing as it lifted the paralyzed cub onto its shoulder and carried him through the gold-engraved door to the illithid's sanctum, the wizard following after them.

Sepf could only watch the world upside-down, his eyes darting from side to side, as he was carried inside the large and rectangular chamber. It seemed to be a combination of resting space with both bed as well as couches and reclining chairs and a magical laboratory, with sizzling postions heated by magical flames, rune-engraved weapons hanging on a section of the wall and numerous items held in display cabinets with glass covers.
At the very back of the room, though, things turned more sinister. They walked past two braziers that burned with green flames, casting strange and flickering shadows, and Sepf noted that the stone floor was spattered with darkened and dried-up stains. He was powerless as the quaggoth pulled him off, the world lurching sickeningly as he was right side up again, and then began to cry as his armour and clothing was unceremoniously pulled of his limp body. Fully naked, his wrists were secured by manacles hanging by dangling chains, which the illithids manipulated to spread his arms away and up from his body.
His feet were secured by a strange object, a long rod with manacles at each end, forcing his legs apart, the rod itself then being fastened into loops of iron that stuck out from the wall, which opened and closed magically from the illithid's touch.
The wizard dismissed the quaggoths and Sepf felt like all hope was lost when the door to the chamber closed with a loud boom leaving him alone and at the mercy of his master's rival.
Sepf finally took in the sight of the mage, his glowing, rune-engraved tentacles, the malice coming from its eyes and the cub's own sword, held in a three-fingered hand, while another was idly caressing the blade and the azure gemstones at its pommel and crossguard.
A fine blade, the illithid projected into his mind, but not something your master has crafted. It let the unasked question hover in the air.
"I made it myself," Sepf croaked out, the paralysis worn off, and he squirmed a bit in his bondage to test its strength, finding it solid and tight, barely allowing him an inch of movement to either side.
Ohhh, my.. What a prodigous student, the illithid's mental voice said, scorn and sarcasm heavy in its tone, which sharpened in mockery, though this blade is not even worthy to be melted down for scrap!
The cub was fairly proud of his creation, and the certainty in the illithid's voice about the blade's shortcomings caused his ears to droop.
Now, why did your master send you? Absalum asked.
"He... He didn't," Sepf responded tiredly, feeling utterly foolish for attempting this heist without even his master's approval.
Of course he did not. Heavy sarcasm oozed through the mind-flayers mental voice, before he stepped closer to put his index finger on the cub's forehead, disregarding Sepf's flinching, and probed him, [As expected, your mind is warded.[/i]
The illithid stepped back to a laboratory table, sheathing the cub's sword and placing it there, before walking over to one of the display cabinets, rummaging with something the cub could not see. He pocketed something small and returned, taking a pensieve stance, idly scratching his tentacles. The cub tried to draw back when it suddenly began to cast a spell, but nothing happened upon its completion, and the illithid reached out with two fingers to caress the tattooes inscribed upon his blue fur. He started by getting far too close for comfort, his scent almost overpowering as he stepped into a half-embrace, feeling for the tattoo on his back, then he grasped the cub's arms and finally took the fingers to the star-shaped tattoo on his cheek.
The other tattoos are slave-made, but this one, he tapped demonstratively on Sepf's cheek, is made by your master. The others imbue invisibility, a shield spell and that shadow blade you tried to assault me with. This one, however, a powerful contingency...
The illithid stepped back and began an incantation, and Sepf felt as if the runes engraved in his fur burned a little, before they cooled again as the spell's effect passed. The illithid stepped nearer and touched the tattoo on his cheek, then the ones on his arm and back, It would seem your spellcraft is no match for mine, no surprise there, but the contingency...
The mind-flayer began a complicated and long spell that took half a minute to recite. Sepf felt like the rune engraven on his cheek altered shape, heat and size by the second, his cheek-fur burning and freezing, sizzling, electrified. He shuddered from the unwelcome sensations, but had to bear it with gritted teeth and the wizard kept up with his magic.
As the spell finished, and the lingering aches dissapated, the wizard stepped closer before cursing in his mind voice, the litany of a mixture of  what Sepf thought was Abyssal and archaeic Undercommon. Reaching for the star-shaped sigil on his cheek again, the mind-flayer closed its eyes and concentrated deeply for a few seconds, index finger blindly tracing the contours of the tattoo.
Hmmm, triggered when you get near death. No other triggers. Nothing I have to worry about, the illithid projected, stepping back to put its hand on its hips to take in the sight of the helpless cub, I don't have to kill you to break your mind.    

Sepf shuddered in anticipation of the horrors to come, and flinched when the wizard took a hold of his sheath, but was surprised when the squid-headed creature merely began rubbing him. Despite his fright, his body's natural reaction to the stimulation was soon obvious, as his black-skinned member began to poke out of its sheath, its length hardening. As his knot began to make the skin bulge out, Sepf gasped out in displeasure when the illithid began rubbing its thumb around his cockhead, the slightly, mucous-slick digit rubbing around his urethral opening again and again. Even with that, his knot eventually popped out of his sheath, and his cock began to jet precum that aided the wizard's hand in masturbating him, though he kept his focus on his head, which made him squirm and yearn for a firm grasp around his knot instead.
This will not do, the mind-flayer projected, this member belongs on an animal or a simple-minded slave. I dislike breaking those. No challenge, no true mental torment, only a reaction to physical stimuli.
Sepf was panting slightly, but his golden eyes narrowed in concern as the illithid stepped back and rummaged through its component pouch, to pick out an empty cocoon. Holding it between the index finger and thumb on one hand, the other began to make the mystical passes of a spell, and the wizard tapped the cocoon at the cub's black member.
The sensation was wondrous and wierd. Sepf's cock tingled and throbbed, almost like peeing or something akin to an orgasm, and a light arose from his nethers and the cocoon dissapated and his dick and crotch began to morph into something strange.
When the spell had passed, Sepf's white public fur had been erased in a circle around his dick. The member itself had transformed into a tube of pink flesh, a humanoid cock, and the skin of his pelvic area had the same pink colour. He shivered when the illithid let a finger glide over the smooth skin and gasped as it took a hold of his member, which had not shortened in size to something close to two inches, compared to his regular three-and-a-half, while his nutsack had shriveled, becoming hairless as well, as tightening up against his body compared to the more loose skin of his canine nature.
Much better, now your member is like that of a sentient race, the illithid projected into his mind, rubbing the small dick, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the incredibly sensitive cockhead. Sepf gasped and groaned as the mind-flayer rubbed its fingers across the suddenly most sensitive part of his entire body, the small dicklet still oozing precum, the almost purple-coloured head glistening with it.
The wizard took a hold of the cub's nutsack and started pulling it down, testing the stretchyness of the new skin and then squeezed. Sepf moaned in pain as the illithid increased the strength of his grip, the small orbs being compressed further and further to the point where he yowled out in pure agony, tears falling down his face.
Keeping his grip tight like that, enjoying the tortured cries of the cub, the wizard brought his other hand near and readied a fingerkick. Sepf flinched and cried out from the surprising amount of pain the creature could give him by just impacting his cockhead with his finger.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Ow, ow, ow!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Sepf whined and cried, the incessant pressure on his orbs traversing up his body to cause his stomach to hurt, his body tensing from the pain and jolting everytime the illithid finger-kicked his sensitive cock.
After tiring of this, but not releasing the pressure, the cruel wizard looped a finger around the glans to meet his thumb, gripping the dick under the head, and squeezing it just as tightly as he did the cub's nutsack.
Pain caused Sepf's eyes to flicker as his dicklet was tortured like this, while his stomach churned from the agonizing squeezing of his hairless nutsack and the small stones within. The wizard kept the pressure on for what seemed like hours, but was certainly counted in several minutes, the cub squirming in his bondage, wiggling to and fro in agony from the constant and cruel pressures.
Somehow, the illithid pressed even harder and Sepf broke out in sobbing cries, begging for mercy, calling for his master, but it was all for naught, as his tormentor never ceased the squeezes.
Blood was being pushed out of the cub's hairless member, and when the illithid finally released his hold, it had shriveled up to a pathetic little nub of flesh that threatened to pull into the cub's body, his hairless nutsack much the same, purple with bruising from the simple torture.

Why did your master send you? the mind-flayer projected into the cub's mind, and Sepf just cried harder, mentally cursing the psionic wards on his mind that prevented the creature from seeing the truth in his thoughts.
Stubborn, aren't you? Do you think your display of weakness will coax out any mercy from me? If so, then you are sorely mistaken! The mind-voice of the wizard had a hard edge, and Sepf knew his torture was only beginning.
Absalum stepped away for a few moments, opening a drawer and pulling out a small, square leather pouch. He opened the flap hiding its contents and showed them off in the flickering green lights of the braziers. Sepf gasped as he saw that the pouch held and array of small and gleaming torture instruments; barbed hooks, long and short needles of various sizes and clamps fitted with gleaming obsidian on the insides.
Let us start with these, the cruel voice projected at the cub, taking out a small bundle of thin needles stuck into a piece of cork, stepping back to lay the pouch of a table.
Sepf shook his head and cried out his protests, to which the illithid hissed from the deep of its throat before it cast a spell that turned his voice silent. The cub screamed for mercy, but nothing came out except for whooshes of air, and he shook his head in despair at the helplessness of it all, vacating his bladder in fright, his small, humanoid member pointing towards his right thigh and splashing himself with the urine.
Tentacles undulating menacingly, the mind-flayer stepped closer, and pulled out a single needle that gleamed wickedly in the strange green light from the braziers, he pocketed the bundle, and used the long fingernails on his other hand to grip at the flaccid cockhead of the cub, causing him to cry out soundlessly. Stretching the little dick away from Sepf's body, drawing blood as he dug his nails into the overly-tender flesh, he angled the needle to come from behind the head on the right side of the cock, the sharp prick turning to agony at the wizard pushed the needle towards himself, pushing the gleaming metal through Sepf's transformed cockhead with the point sticking out, right at the urethra.
Sepf screamed and cried, his facial fur matted with his tears, but no sound escaped his lungs, except for pained wheezes. He shuddered in his bondage as the illithid repeated the proces, more gingerly this time, as the tiny cockhead made his work difficult, but succeding in pushing through the tiny sliver of steel, exiting it just on the left side of the urethral opening.
The blue-furred cub's shuddering increased as another needle gleamed in the alien light and was pushed into the glans of his tiny member, the illithid squeezing his cockhead agonisingly as he pushed it in vertically. Another needle was added, just below, then another. Each one pushed through with the slow delicacy of a master torturer, the mind-flayer making sure to wriggle his fingers back and forth as he stuck the needles in, the incredible pains turning even worse.
Sepf was almost convulsing in agony, drool and snot falling from his mouth and nose as he was forced to endure the sickening sight of his transformed member being turned into a pincushion.
The illithid's body language was one of satisfaction as it stepped back to look at the tormented cub, hands on its hips, taking in the sight of his crying face and his blood-dripping tiny member. Then he turned and walked over to one of the display cabinets, pulling out a small rod and returning with it. He angle it at Sepf's mouth and it fired off a glob of viscous slime that struck his muzzle, splashing over it and forming an almost-solid mass that prevented him from breathing, forcing him to inhale through his nose, nearly choking on his snot.
With this, the illithid let the spell of silence drop, to enjoy the pained wheezes of air and shuddering, snot-spewing exhales as the cub tried and failed to scream out in agony from the multiple burning sensations of his dicklet.
You woke me from my slumber, did you know that? it projected into his mind, before it gingerly grabbed a hold of one of the needles pointing of Sepf's cockhead by its base, pushing it towards himself and then grabbing the pointy end and extracting the gleaming sliver of steel.
Cries emanated from Sepf's throat, but were muffled as they exited his nose, body convulsing all that it could in his bondage as the illithid extracted the other needle from his cockhead. Blood was dripping noisily to the floor as he cruelly yanked the needles out of the cub's poor glans and shaft, the boy shaking his head like a wet dog, snot and tears flying to and fro.
I tire of this, the illithid said, after he returned from packing up the needles, the cub not even registering it through all the pain, I think I will get myself some sleep
The mind-flayer pulled out something from his pockets, a small and hollow sleeve that was made out of tan silk.
Do you know that sleep deprivation will kill you? the mind-flayer asked, Although, I won't let it come to that. Before death occours, however, the mind shatters and hallucinations set in. I plan to torture you for days on end, and this little item will keep you awake when I'm not!
Sepf watched through teary eyes as the illithid pushed the silken tubing around his bleeding member and attempted a yip of pain as something suddenly bit into him. Then another. Countless. Bite, bite, bite, tiny pincpricks of pain that burned and stung him as the tubing was pushed all the way to the base of his dicklet.
Each tiny bite hurt, but the plethora of them made for a cascading array of torment that caused his momentarily-still body to shudder again. Yet, at the same time, he felt his dicklet hardening inside the silken tube, the expanding skin a target of even more tiny pricks that bit into his tender cockhead, glans and shaft in an undulating and unpredictable fashion.
Drow made, the illithid's voice projected, enchanted baby-spider mandibles, the poison both an aphrodisiac and sometimes used as a spice when they want a dish served very, VERY, hot!
The mind-flayer stood back to observe the cub's reaction to the cruel device, as the hundred upon hundreds of tiny mandibles bit in and injected their poison into his erect dicklet, which bobbed and caused the silken tubing to wave around like a tree in a storm.
Sepf was already almost delirious from torment, when the stinging sensations turned to something akin to a feeling of cold, which then warmed. Warmer still, the sensation became an unpleasant layer that would not distract from the stings themselves, but then it turned warmer. Then hot.
Suddenly, the full force of the spider venom injecting into his humanoid dicklet crashed through his senses. It was as if his member was being boiled and he shuddered and the manacles clanged and clattered as he ripped his body this way and that. His mind was attempting to escape, but the poison coursing through his veins kept him firmly awake, fully forced to endure the torturous device. Somehow, the pain intensified, and all his mind could think of was the sensation of a thousand pricks and a thousand burns and his cock feeling like being dunked into boiling water at the same time, mixing and mashing in his sensations, the spider bites releasing and then biting in a pulsating fashion that made each and every moment into a new and agonizing torture that refused to let his mind off the immense pain.
I will rest now. Your muffled screams will serenade my sleep! the mind-flayer cruelly projected, before it left Sepf alone in his torment, the drow-made device turning each second into an eternity of pain.

After a while, a long while, hours probaly, Sepf was able to form coherent thoughts through the burning lights of pain that wracked his dicklet. It seemed like a cloud of sharp glass was slightly lifting from his mind and he cast his tear-crusted eyes back and forth, scanning the room, body tensing up and resisting the pain the best that he could.
His breathing was still erratic and shallow, and continuous whines kept coming from his throat, but he was aware.
He looked towards the door that led into the long room and took note of the mind-flayer's resting form there, Ioun stones still hovering above its body. He looked at his shackles, then at the display cabinets, then to the floor where his clothing was discarded and the table where his scabbarded sword had been laid.
Finally, he cleared his mind the best he could, powering through a shuddering array of pains that latched onto his dick in a hundred places, and Willed a spell into action. He had prepared it to be cast without neither verbal nor somatic components, and glittering orange light began to emit from the shackle on his right ankle, before it sprung open with a too-loud clack. Then he stared at the other ankle, and it too was freed. He almost lost concentration on the spell when his left paw was released, as the sudden rush of blood into the numb limb caused his arm to burn as agonizingly as his dick. Yet, he persevered, and fell to the ground when his last arm was finally freed, crumbling to the ground and sobbing as quietly as possible, the pains in his arms and dick causing him to shiver and worm around on the stone floor. He tried to grab onto the silken sheath, but the pain there intensified to the point where he blacked out momentarily.
It took some time to get his bearings again and he gingerly crawled over to his clothing, wincing and sobbing loudly despite himself, when his tight leather pants brushed against the torture device, eventually dropping the matter and going bottomless.
Despite his half-nakedness, he almost felt clothed when his scabbarded sword was fitted into his belt, which he had tightened above his hips, leather digging hard into his white stomach fur and the blue fur of his hips.
He rummaged through his pockets and his pouch of holding and found that everything was still in place, much to his joy, before he began stalking down towards the sleeping mind-flayer.
His plan was simple, grab an Ioun stone and run through the door. The first part went well, the stones were hovering placidly and it wasn't much of a challenge to grab on and pocket it, before he silently ran towards the door and pulled at it.
Nothing happened except a loud clang as the oval handle banged into the hoop that fastened it to the door.
No one passes through that door unless I will it, the wizard's voice projected into his mind, and Sepf turned with a muffled yell, the glob of viscous matter still obstructing his mouth.
He sensed, more than saw, as the mind-flayer blasted off a powerful burst of psionic energy meant to incapacitate him, but his master's wards held firm and his mind barely felt the onslaught. He ran to the side, knowing the mage would cast a spell next, and ducked behind an alchemical table, a strike of lighting passing over his head and shattering glassware and burning a black mark on the wall behind him.
Thinking quickly, he came to a desperate conclusion, and pulled out his dagger and a vial containing a healing potion.
"I give up!" Sepf yelled out, before standing up, keeping the dagger and the vial low and out of the mind-flayer's sight.
A wise choice, though you will come to regret it, the illithid's voice darkly projected.
Sepf used the couple moments of respite to think his plan through. He was sure that teleporation was impossible to get inside the wizard's tower. But outside? In a dangerous gamble he showed the mind-flayer his knife, before he pressed it against his leather armour, the magical keenness of the blade easily parting the enchanted leather.
What are you...?
Sepf steeled himself and drove the dagger into his heart, wincing as it ground against a rib on its way inside, pulling it out in a gush of blood and flipping his middle finger at his torturer. The world tumbled and turned as the contingency spell engraved onto his cheek flashed into life, and caused him to dissapear.    

Everything was black. Or rather, it was grey kind of black, like an overcast sky at dawn.
Sepf's chest was hurting, his heart was gripped by a tightness he had never experienced. Looking down at himself, he saw nothing but the grey blackness. He doubled over as a spasm of pain from his chest made him remember his action just a moment ago.
He was bleeding out.
Quickly, he quaffed the healing potion he had readied, and felt his insides mend. He dropped the vial and felt for his chest, the translucancy of his form making it difficult to estimate how much the potion had helped. It was the only one he had in his possession, and now he regretted not bringing more, as his heart throbbed once again, still hurting deeply.
He knew the contingency spell his master had imprinted on his cheek would have transported him one mile upwards as well as turning him ethereal. Despite his form, somehow he still felt gravity pull at him, and turned his thoughts inward, to propel himself down.
It was hard to judge how fast he was travelling, but he hoped it was at least walking speed. His mind began to grow sluggish, the blood loss seemingly continuing, and he would occasionally stop his descent to double over in a fit of throbbing pain coming from his chest cavity.
The wizard's torture device was still latched onto his transformed cock, and numerous stings and bites and burns kept arising from there, but the cub was much more worried about his heart giving up at this point, as he felt a weakness fall over his body, his shoulder slumping. Traversing the ethereal plane like this, without movement, was probably the only thing keeping him from death, he thought, trying to calm his breathing, and pressing both paws against the wound in his chest where he had stabbed himself.
It seemed like an eternity had passed when he suddenly floated through the ceiling of the illithid, muted lights dancing like mirages. He orientated himself towards where his master's abode was situated and began moving again towards it.
He was tired, dead tired. Sepf giggled weakly at the thought and fell into a coughing fit, each heave of his chest causing his heart to throb and burn. Steeling himself, he pressed onwards and was soon at the front of the structure he called home. Then he could travel no further. A barrier was in his way, blinding light flashing when he willed himself forwards, pushing him back.
Sepf didn't know how much time was left before the ethereal form would dissapate, but he was fairly sure it was too long, as the weakness in his body and the cloud in his mind grew ever stronger. He fell to his knees, some part of his mind noting the sensation of solid ground despite hovering over it, and began to cry at the futility of it all. So close, yet so far away.
Master..... he thought, as he sobbed hard and crumbled into a little, shivering ball of fur, his lifeblood running over and past his paws.
Master
The world turned to darkness.


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The older boy rammed his member inside without regards to the muffled crying of the blue-furred folf underneath him. Squelches emitted in tandem to the squeaky-like verbal emissions from Sepf as his tailhole was violated by the liger, while Rylan grunted in satisfaction every time he hilted him.
The lack of proper lubing had been solved by the amount of blood coming from the young cub's torn sphincter, as the barbed member of the much larger and older boy raping him had done its job, the five-inch cock far too large for the virginal asshole to handle.
Straw crunched between Sepf's teeth as he bit down as hard as possible, the taste of the unwashed pillow-case that covered it mingling with the iron taste of blood in his mouth. His head was pounding and his ass was throbbing on each pull-out and feeling like glass was being inserted on every push. The pillow was getting damp from the saliva that drooled from his mouth and the tears that ran from his eyes.
He wanted to fight. He wanted to resist. He hated Rylan for doing this.
And yet he feared him more.
So he kept still as the much larger male claimed him.
"Hah- Huff- This is all you are good for!" Rylan teased him, pressing hard and grinding his member around while it was fully inserted, causing Sepf to cry out in pain as meat inside stretched him further. The liger groaned out from the tight feeling of the smaller cub's ass, "little wimps like you only exist to raise their tails for big guys like me!"
Sepf just bit harder into the pillow and shook his head, but Rylan took no notice, and resumed his fucking, digging his cock in and out.
The feeling of glass-shards was turning into stabbing pains like Sepf was being fucked by a knife. His backside felt WRONG, like something was breaking or broken.
He pissed himself. The wetness underneath him was barely felt by the almost incoherent cub whose mind tried to wander into a far away space, but was unable to due to the varied speeds and intensity of the cruel liger.
"Fuck me, pissing the bed like a baby?" Rylan roared out, as he noticed the wetness. He pulled out with a sickening slurp and crawled back, yanking Sepf's ankles to force him back.
The small cub had his breath driven out of his lungs, as Rylan leaned his upper body weight on top of him, one paw gripping Sepf's jet black headfur, and mashing his face into the wet fabric of the bed.
"I should let you sleep in that, you little bitch!" Rylan said, before he angled his member at Sepf's entrance and pushed it inside the bleeding tailhole again.
"Please.. No.." Sepf whimpered.
But Rylan didn't stop, he merely growled and pressed the cub's head into the piss-stinking mattress and fucked him harder still.
"It huuuuurts..." the cub whined out, sense of smell inundated with the stench of his own pee. Desperate to get away, yet powerless as the liger made him into his bitch.
His tears mingled with the urine and he scrounged up his eyes from it all...


SEPF REI ENNUI-LAPIAN
The voice shattered his dream like a mirror dropped to the ground and Sepf jolted awake.
For a moment, Sepf was in two places, his mind split between dream and reality, then the sensations of his physical body rushed over him and his golden eyes shot open in a mixture of fright and relief.
He was lying in his own chamber, on his own bed. His body was matted with the sweat of his night-terror and his silken blankets laid ruffled to the side. His master's weight was pressing down on the bed, as he was sitting on it and leaning in over the cub, tentacles wiggling slowly in a pensieve manner.
Sepf froze up, fearing the worst, knowing he had broken his master's trust by going on his ill-fated heist.
DO NOT BE ALARMED, MY PET, I AM NOT ANGRY WITH YOU
The cub could barely believe it, but the tone projected into his mind sounded earnest.
"Why not?" Sepf asked hesitantly, right paw absent-mindely creeping up and scratching at the mole between his left shoulder and neck.
BECAUSE OF THIS, the illithid pointed up and now the cub noticed the Ioun stone floating around his master's head, I AM VERY PLEASED. YOU DID WELL
Sepf's ears perked up from the tone of warmth and joy that was emitted into his mind and he smiled like the boy he was, happy for the praise.
THE ONLY THING I DO NOT UNDERSTAND IS THIS: WHY?
Sepf's ears drooped a bit as he mulled over the question, "To be useful," he finally said.
USEFUL?
"When the duergar and drow attacked, I did not even cast a single spell. When you freed me in Claw-Chasm I barely aided you on the way out. When Scrae was liberated, Helazzin killed most of the guards in the prison and Zennobas did all the heavy lifting. I'm weaker, smaller, less powerful and insignificant compared to the others here!" Sepf almost cried as the words spilled out of him in a rush, all his bottled-up emotions spilling to the surface.
AS I SEE IT, YOU ARE QUICKER AND MORE NIMBLE THAN ZENNOBAS, A MUCH BETTER FIGHTER THAN SCRAE AND ALMOST AS GOOD A SKULKER AS HELAZZIN, the illithid's voice projected into his mind, carrying a tone somewhere between a rebuke and consolation, YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN ALL OF THEM. IN TIME, YOU WILL GROW POWERFUL TOO
Sepf's eyes widened at the realisation. He had gotten accostumed to being around all these larger, stronger and more powerful males, without thinking about his age, due to the issue never arising. He enjoyed serving with his ass and mouth, and begrudgingly admitted to himself how he liked to be debased and dominated, but the older males never spoke out about it being about his age. Outside of bed, they treated him like an equal. And that, he thought, was where his inferiority complex had come from.
YES, MY PET, YOUR BODY BETRAYS THE MATURITY OF YOUR MIND
The blue-furred cub nodded, his jetblack headfur, still matted with sweat, falling down to poke him in his eyes and he batted the hair away with a trembling paw.
HOWEVER, THERE ARE DEMONS FROM YOUR PAST THAT HUNT YOUR PRESENT, his master's voice projected, carrying a tone of concern and firmness, IT IS HIGH TIME THAT YOU CONFRONT THEM
"My past...?" Sepf whispered.
THE BOY WHO TOOK YOUR VIRGINITY WITH FORCE. HIS PRESENCE IS ALWAYS WITH YOU, ESPECIALLY IN YOUR DREAMS
"Rylan..." the cub breathed out.
YOU MUST RETURN TO YOUR OLD HOME, AND FACE HIM, OR ELSE THE MEMORIES WILL NEVER CEASE TO HAUNT YOU
Sepf hesitated at the prospect. The last year he had been in the gang, before the botched mission that left him in the hands of slavers, Rylan had moved on to younger prey. The older liger, some fifteen summers old at the time, was built like an adult with the equipment to match.
Some of the new kids wouldn't even survive their first night due to his size, bleeding out from their torn rectums or savagely beaten to death if they resisted too much.
Sepf remembered the boy, almost a man at the time, coming home from assassination missions, drenched in blood and riled up from fighting, grabbing a younger boy and violating him with excessive savagery, in front of all of them. His cruelty further solidifying the reign of terror he wielded over the others.
In a way, he held his sway over their gang much like the illithid did his harem, Sepf thought with barely hidden terror at the blasphemous like of thinking. Then he swallowed, and remembered the pleasures his master allowed and encouraged, the training.
His rescue.
Rylan would have never rescued him. In fact, when Sepf was caught, the older boy could have saved him, but chose not to.
Unlike his master.
Sepf met the illithid's eyes, his own golden orbs narrowed in determination.
"Will you help me kill him?" the cub asked.
I WILL SEND HELAZZIN WITH YOU. I KNOW OF A PLACE WITH HUNDREDS OF PORTALS, ONE OF WHICH WILL SURELY LEAD CLOSE TO YOUR DESTINATION. FIRST, HOWEVER, WE WILL NEED TO TAKE CARE OF THAT, the illithid's index finger pointed towards Sepf's groin, and the cub suddenly panicked, remembering the transformation and the cruel torture device strapped to the humanoid member.
He looked down in fright and was relieved when he saw the tube-like object had been removed, but his member was still the wrong shape, a little, pink bit of flesh that stood out between the white fur. Sepf's master grabbed the member and began stroking it, quickly bringing it to life, gently rubbing the exquisitely sensitive head with his thumb.
"M-Master.." Sepf breathed out.
The mind-flayer did not respond, other than disrobing himself and climbing onto the bed, own member spasming in arousal.
I WANT TO CLAIM YOU BEFORE I REVERSE THE TRANSFORMATION AND SEND YOU OFF. THIS MEMBER IS QUITE.... CUTE
On instinct, Sepf lifted his legs with his paws holding under the crook of his knees, revealing his winking pucker to his master. His body was aching for the touch of the stronger male, for his large cock to be stuffed under his tail, for him to be useful and wanted.
He moaned out when the mind-flayer spat on a finger and inserted it to stretch him out, and then vocalized like a cat in heat when his master's throbbing member was pushed in.

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A day later, with a sore tailhole and his member reverted back to its canine form, Sepf and Helazzin were ready to venture out.
Sepf's master had graciously let him borrow a few magic items that would surely prove useful, including a trio of unmoveable rods and a scrying orb for stalking out his prey, all tucked away in his pouch of holding.
The illithid, Scrae the kobold and Zennobas the gnoll were all there to send them off, and they made heartfelt goodbyes, the gnoll stepping in to give the cub's ass a good grope and a whispered 'my cock will be waiting for you'.

Sepf and Helazzin made their way to a dingy tavers in the city's small outsiders district. The innkeeper was a particularily ugly looking man, with glistening postules all over his face, but his cellar held a valuable means of transportation: three portals.
The cub had been instructed to ask for Yrzzylan, known as the City of Portals amongst the denizens of the underdark. After an exchange of a few diamonds, the hideous male directed them down a flight of stairs and opened the door in the middle of the basement room, which revealed a glittering wall.
Sepf and the dark-skinned gnome stepped through and it seemed to the cub as if the world turned upside down and in and out of itself, before it all righted to its proper proportions and gravity. The cub instantly noted a human of similar ugliness to the innkeeper guarding the portal on the other side. This one was a bit shorter and shaved bald, but likewise covered in nasty-looking postules seemingly on the verge of breaking open.
"Benjamin will be available to send you back, once you conclude your travels," the innkeeper said. The bald man nodded and gave them a smile, revealing a row of crooked and yellow teeth.
Sepf nodded and wasted no time in getting to exploring the new location.

Yrzzylan was a narrow and high minor city, two sheer surfaces cut in half , with scaffolding and impromptu ladders going up and down and across. At the very bottom, just capable of being seen by Sepf through the wooden and stone structures, was a small rivulet. The denizens of this place had carved into the rock itself to make dwellings and to hold the many portals that gave the place its nickname.
The stone itself was glittering in an array of colours, 'fool's gems' Helazzin called it, not worthy to be mined. In the lights of braziers, torches, fearie fire and other sources, it made the whole narrow cavern glitter and glisten in hues of green, red and orange.
Sepf was awestruck by the beautiful sights, and the gnome led him have a moment of admiration, before he pulled at his wrist and began traversing the ladders and walkways upwards.
"Where are we going?" Sepf asked.
"Most portals leading to the world above are at the top of the city. The ones at the very bottom.. Well, we don't want to go there," Helazzin remarked darkly, leading the way upwards.
The blue-furred cub shrugged his shoulders and kept up the pace, easily able to follow the shorter man who led the way, and spent his time scanning their surroundings and checking out the people living there. Drow, duergar, a couple of illithids, humans, deep gnomes, a few elves as well as a plethora of other species were occupying the various caverns that had been carved into the sides of the walls. Many of them were obviously segregating themselves, but they passed a tavern which was only shuttered with a flimsy piece of cloth that ruffled in the natural updraft and revealed several species mingling within it.
Helazzin led them almost to the top of the narrow cave, and Sepf could no longer see the small rivulet at the bottom, only a crisscross of bridges and wooden scaffoldings amidst the glittering stones of the walls. Here they began to inquire about the destinations of the portals, hoping to find one that would lead them close to their target.
The ascent had taken them half an hour, and Sepf was massaging his sore thighs as the deep gnome spoke to yet another portal-owner, this one guarding a small cave that held five of them. The man he was speaking to was a burly duergar, as wide as he was tall, with grey beard and eyebrows and tufts of white hair growing out of his ears. He was leaning on a solid-looking staff, that Sepf was able to see glowing with potent magic due to his earring. His attire was a wizard's robe and his belt held numerous pouches and a scroll-satchel.
"What did you say the name of the city was?" The old duergar said in a scratchy voice.
"Ank'Hara," Helazzin replied.
"Well, you are in luck. That doorway leads to a secluded mountain pass just a day's journey away from the city!" the wizened mage replied.
A few diamonds changed hands and he lead them into his cavern, pulling out a necklace with an array of steel keys inscribed with tiny runes, running his fingers over them and clutching one, closing his eyes. The portal to the right shimmered, and through it they could see sunlight and dry, black rock.
Sepf looked to the deep gnome, whose eyes were narrowed at the glaring light, and decided to be the first one through. He nodded to the duergar who smiled with the expression of a merchant happy for a good deal, and stepped into the portal.

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The manacles bit into his wrists and ankles. In front of him, the fiendish brute was getting ready to torture him, its menacing looking member spasming and spraying precum that stunk of sulphur and predator.
Its baleful eyes were compimenting its savage mouth that was dripping drool in anticipation.
Sepf was shivering and whimpering, fightful for what came next, but then he steeled himself. As the half-fiend came closer and began to caress his body with its two humanoid hands, the cub scrounged up his eyes and brought forth the spell he had prepared to be cast without neither gestures nor words. His weight suddenly dropped, as all the manacles opened at once, and he quickly shouted the command word that activated the double chevron rune engraved upon his bicep.
The draegolth was too slow to react as he stepped in, with the shadow blade materializing in his paw, and he reached for its twitching cock, grabbed the hot flesh by its tip, and sliced through the organ just above the knot. The creature roared in pain and bent down to strike at him, but he nimbly ducked under it, staying between its legs and struck upwards, the blade plunging through its nutsack and deep into its body. Sepf made several quick stabs like Helazzin had taught him, the blade sinking into the draegolth's scrotum again and again, all the while dancing nimbly underneath so it couldn't reach him.
The fiend tried to press its thighs together to trap him, but he stepped back and crouched even lower, hamstringing it and then dancing away, shouting the activation words that would activate the rune on his back that would render him invisible.
"I'll kill you!" the fiend roared out, even as its sulphoric-smelling blood was gushing out of its ruined cock and split-open nutsack, testicles hanging freely in the air, cut out.
Sepf stalked his prey, who stood still and was sniffing the air for his scent, but it failed to notice him getting its back before it was too late and he was already in the middle of a jumping attack.
His blade extended in front of him, Sepf rammed it into the base of the half-fiend's skull and wrestled the dying creature to the ground.

"Hah!" Sepf shouted, both paws in front of him as if pushing the blade, before he came to clarity and realised it had been a dream.
Helazzin jumped out of his bed, en-guard, two long knives in his dark-skinned hands.
"What was that?" the svirfneblin rogue asked, scanning the room with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry, Helazzing, it was just a dream," Sepf said, his own mind fully jolted awake by the excitement of battle from his dream. He was smiling like the child he still was, happy for the victory, fantasy or not.
"Why do you look so happy?" the gnome asked with a frown, not so happy to be woken up like this.
"I dreamt of victory," Sepf simply stated, not willing to expand on the nightmare-turned-battle.
"Well, dream a little less, will ya?" the gnome huffed, before looking at the shuttered window, "it's dawn as well. Curses! Might as well get moving then."
Sepf sat up in his bed with drooping ears, ashamed he had bothered his travelling companion like that, and quickly began dressing himself without a word.
The inn was in the outer district, outside the central walls that guarded the old city. Their portal had led them to a small and enclosed area just besides one of the main roads leading down to it, and they had made their way to the inn after a seven hour walk, amidst caravans, armed patrols and mounted messengers. The sun had been oppressive and Helazzin had been squinting the whole time, his species not accostumed to such a harsh glare. They had been matted with sweat and road dust when arriving, and after a bath had been drawn for them and they had eaten, they had gone to bed early, tired from their travel and the heat.
With the sun barely up, the heat was already creeping into the room, which had never truly gotten cold during the night. This was the south, and rare was the occasion when a fire had to be lit for anything other than cooking.
The main room they had rented was spacious, with a second room by the side for the chamber pot and with a large, bronze vessel for baths. It had two beds, a small dining table with two padded wooden chairs and a couple plush chairs with a low roundtable between them. The creaking wooden floor was covered with an expensive looking and feeling carpet.
Sepf made it to the dining table and brought out the crystal ball his master had lent him, peering into its cloudy depths and trying to visualize his target.
"What is Rylan's full name?" Helazzin suddenly asked, jolting the cub away from his concentration.
"I don't know," Sepf replied, "but the gang he is a member of is called the Dark Blades."
"A bit barebones, but I can work with that," the deep gnome said, pulling on his soft, leather boots.
"Are you going out?" Sepf asked.
"Yes. I will se what I can find out. All cities are the same. There is always some bad neighbourhoods with some bad dives with atrocious wines and good information to be had," Helazzin said with a grim smile, "and I have this," he said, pointing to a small, golden earring shaped like an ear which Sepf had often wondered about, "translates and makes me capable of being understood in all languages," the gnome explained, before stepping to the door.
"Don't make any trouble while I am away. I expect to be back here within six hours, sundown at the latest," Helazzin said, winking at Sepf who smiled back like a well-behaved kid.
As the door closed, Sepf's smile turned wider and more wicked. He was sure he could do this mission himself and did not want the svirfneblin rogue to get in his way.

Two hours of extensive scrying later, the blue-furred folf was ready to act. He had easily found the location of the liger as well as staked out the building where he resided.
Rylan had moved up in the world, that was for sure, as well as grown even bigger. The hybrid feline was now some seven feet tall, with a muscular and wide body. Sepf's scrying had intruded into a training session where the guild-leader was facing off against two members of his gang. Despite his size, he was fast, nimble, as well as almost impossibly skilled, dual-wielding wooden shortswords to great effect, parrying and attacking with ease.
Rylan barely even broke a sweat as he handily defeated his opponents, leaving them bruised and groaning, before walking through several spacious and richly decorated rooms to arrive at his bed chamber, where a small, canine cub was tied to his bed. Sepf had kept his gaze on the scene for a while, but had to break off when the muscular liger began raping the kid with no regards for his well-being, blood spattering from his torn rectum, the mutt's face a study in helpless agony, bringing back memories of his own rapes by the cruel man.
The liger's residence was practically a palace, with several gardens between two rectangular compounds and a two-story main building with three rounded towers overlooking the second-richest district of the inner city. Ten foot narrow walls surrounded it and entry was made through a gate that was adorned with images of lions and dragons and guarded by four members of Rylan's gang who were decked out in leather armous and armed with swords and spears.
Finally, Sepf took a moment to scry for Helazzin, but was unable to find the deep gnome, despite focusing his mind as hard as possible for half an hour. He was seemingly undetectable, and the cub was impressed by that fact, before he pushed it out of his mind and ended the scrying session.

The hustle and bustle of Ank'Hara had been forgotten by the cub, and he was constantly being shuffled this way and that by the throngs of people that made out the population of the city. The hot sun was burning brightly and warming his fur, already causing him to sweat, and the air was somewhat still and stale, comprising of many different scents of spices, bodies and the ever-present stench of offal and waste.
Ank'Hara had been built in the crater of an enormous extinct volcano, tall mountains encircling the city except for a small part which had tumbled into the ocean where the docks were. Surrounded by mountains that were only broken by about three miles, the air was always more still than in the surrounding areas, almost like an oven that concentrated the heat of the southern sun. Despite that, the two freshwater springs that sprouted in the peaks, made the city a liveable and very defendable location, which was why it was the capital of the sultanate.
The old part of the city consisted of a complex of tall walls and structures that had been built into the base and to the heights of the mile-high mountain that extended down towards the ocean that was in the south of the caldera. The walls making an irregular half-circle from the water to the black basalt rock of the volcano's rise.
The empire was prosperous and strong, so the guards at the entrace to the old part of the city paid Sepf no heed, despite him being armed and clad like an assassin. Those were aplenty in the city, where the noble families feuded and the criminal gangs fought and killed for the trade in illicit substances, slaves, whores and murder.
Sepf had a plan to get into the palacial part of Rylan's residence. He had noted that all windows were grated and that no entry could be made except by the ground floor, the entryway of which was guarded by three burly furs. Therefore, he made his way into a certain store he had visited before, in his old life.
Enduring some lecherous petting and a bit of drool from the hog storekeeper, the cub exited the store with a bundle of clothing stored in his pouch of holding and he made it to the district where his mark was.

The district was prosperous and quiet, most of its residents were merchants and lower nobility who were out and about on their daily tasks and the only ones travelling the streets were servants and slaves out on this work or the other.
Rylan's palace was near the edge of the district, it's ten foot tall walls dwarfed by the forty foot, massive basalt-carved outer wall of the district that looked down upon the docks.
The bricks used to built the walls around the palace were made from clay and plastered white, leaving a perfectly flat and sheer surface. A small passageway ran between the white-plastered wall and another wall of an even larger palace to the other side. It was quiet here, and Sepf was able to use his immoveable rods to climb up, each a small iron tube that would fixate itself in the air, letting him pull himself up, and then fixate another, to climb further, still able to grasp the lower rod and end its enchantment, before lifting it higher still.
The process took less than thirty seconds, and Sepf's heart hammered in his chest as he crested the wall and let himself fall into the garden inside, hiding behind a large bush that flowered with bright blue, six-pointed petals.
Sepf smiled to himself, he had landed exactly where he had predicted through his scrying, and began disrobing. Fully naked, bereft of his weapons, the cub felt a moment of weakness and uncertainty pass through him, when he lifted the thin fabric out of his pouch of holding.
It was a silken dress, more often seen on females, that was see-through and coloured pink. It covered his body from the shoulders, through a low-cut V that revealed his upper chest, all the way down to his knees. The silk clung to his body and left nothing to the imagination, and Sepf's dick hardened a bit by thought of exposing himself like that.
Blushing, he drew a couple of deep breaths and made his way around the bush, careful not to let branches snag on his dress, and walked towards the entrance of the palace-building.

The double-door inside was open and revealed the three guards inside, hunched over a table and playing a game of dice to pass the time. Sepf deliberately let his footpaw scrape against the stone as he stepped through the door and all three men snapped their heads his way.
"Hi!" the cub said brightly, before lowering his voice to a more sultry tone and swaying his hips seductively, tail brushing against the floor and then hovering upwards until it was almost vertical behind his back, "your boss has sent me as a reward for your services," he said, while turning around and leaning forward a little, lifted tail revealing his taut buttocks.
The ploy was simple, yet believeable. Oftentimes, gang members would be rewarded with the visit of a courtesan, male or female, and the ornery men would appreciate their leaders all the more for it. With the way Rylan behaved, Sepf was sure that he would send younger whores to satisfy his men.
"Oh my, what a beauty!" One of the men exclaimed, getting to his feet, his chair rattling as it was pushed backwards. He was the tallest of the group, close to seven feet, clad in leather armour. The man was of a white wolf species, burly frame packed with muscle, canine head covered with scars from numerous fights. An obvious brawler.
The other two were a red-coated fox and an orc with tusks adorned with gold that extended their length by two inches, making his underbite look almost ridiculous, yet at the same time impressive as they gleamed in the light cast harsh sun coming inside.
"And not so young he'll die when we fuck him!" the fox said in a high-pitched, stretching his back against the chair before getting to his feet as well with a fluid motion bereft on noise.
The men stepped closer and Sepf stepped forward to place a paw on the wolf's chest.
"How about you close that door so we can have some privacy?" The cub said, while fluttering his eyes as seductively as he knew how to.

An hour and an orgy later, Sepf's tailhole had been filled numerous times and there was a little break in the action, where he made a big show out of pouring wine from a decanter to the sweating males that had unloaded inside him. His senses were full of musk, his ass ached and his member was spent. He was smiling as he poured the wine, though it held a wickedness due to his covert action of pouring in a small vial of sleep poison.
The males accepted their glasses eagerly, tongues lolling out of their mouths from the heat and excersize, gulping down the wine and asking for seconds, re-hydrating themselves for the next round of pleasure with their 'gift'.
However, less than a minute later, they all turned drowsy and fell to the ground or over the table in deep slumber, leaving Sepf in peace to make his way further into the palace.
After cloaking himself in a spell of invisibility, Sepf armed himself with a knife pilfered from one of the guards and covered up with the feminine dress. He traversed the halls, somewhat sure from his earlier scrying that no others were present, as the servants of the palace had their own back passages and would not come out unless called for by the small, silver bells that hung around the building in strategic locations.
The rooms got more opulent. Gold, precious art, plushy furniture and ebony and ivory adorned the walls, floors and ceiling. When he finally got to Rylan's bedchamber, the door was covered intricate carvings that began at the top of the door, depicting demons and angels fighting and the bottom changing to scenes of lewd action between cherubic boy-subs and divine or fiendish tops.
However, the sounds that came through the door were not lewd at all, rather they reminded Sepf of the tortured cries he himself had emitted not too long ago. He tested the door-handle, and was able to pull it down without any noise, the mechanism of high quality and well-lubricated. The door opened and he sneaked through and shut it again, keeping an eye on the action in front of him.
Rylan was in the process of raping a new boy. His victim from just a few hours ago was curled up on the floor, lifeless, in a pool of drying blood. The new boy was a little older, perhaps eight or nine years of age, but lithe, with a mop of curly red hair that was long enough to reach his orange and black-striped shoulders. It was a tiger cub, and Rylan was fucking the little one with as much feriocity as he had the dead one, though he seemed to bear it slightly better, as Sepf couldn't see any blood pooling out on the bedding underneath him.
The cub was on his back, with the large male grabbing hold of his thighs and using the leverage to pound him savagely. Every thrust would have him scrounge up his eyes and cry out and every pullout made his lips shudder while his lungs drew in breaths for another squeaky cry of pain.
Neither of the two had seemed to notice Sepf sneaking in and he drew his knife, sneaking closer, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.
He could sense that the ferocious assassin was getting near his climax, eyes closed in pleasure, and he crouched down like a spring and jumped towards his target, dress silently whooshing in the air. Rylan stopped mid-pump and grabbed the knife-holding paw by the wrist with his left hand and neatly extended his right to grab Sepf's throat, using the cub's momentum to turn him around in the air and fall to his back into the plush bed, right next to the startled tiger cub, who was relieved as Rylan's cock was pulled out of his backside with a slurp.
Sepf was panicking, his invisibility was broken by the attack and he suddenly felt very, very vulnerable, lying there in the skimpy dress with the large male crawling on top of him, expertly controlling his hips by sitting down and bending his wrist in a sudden motion that made him drop the knife, which Rylan tossed to the side to clatter against the stone floor.
"Get out!" Rylan hissed at the tiger cub, who instantly scampered away without looking back. Sepf hoped the guards wouldn't harm him on his way out.
"Now, what have we here," the liger said, fully in control, looking down on a panicking Sepf who struggled with all his might, but was severely outskilled and outweighed.
Just like when he was a little boy.
He began crying earnestly, deep heaving sobs. Feeling useless and pathetic, coming so close only to be stopped in the last second.
A slap brought him back to reality, and he focused his eyes on a smirking Rylan who bent low and took in his scent with an excaggerated gesture.
"Smells like you used your body to get past the guards. You were always a born tail-raiser, Sepf, such a shame you came back like this, I could have found use for your services."
The cub stiffened at the words, shaking his head, he knew that he was more than that.
"Before I kill you, tell me who sent you. Mikhrail One-Eye? Gutstabber? Jonah Blacksmith? Which of my enemies have trained you in secret to use you against me, huh?" the paw around Sepf's throat crushed tighter and tighter and he was lightheaded with oxygen deprivation when he let off some of the pressure to let him speak.
"No one sent me, Rylan, I came by myself," he managed to croak out, to which the large male snickered and slapped him hard a dozen times, each blow rattling his head and causing him to taste blood in his mouth.
"Suit yourself. You are too old for my tastes, but I'll rape you first before I torture you!" The liger manhandled Sepf around and lifted the skimpy dress, revealing his puffy-looking pucker that was oozing a bit of semen from his escapades.
Stretched out and lubed up beforehand, the rape was less painful than Sepf feared. Rylan did not use any lubrication, not even a bit of spit, opting to simply ram his girthy eight inch cock in the cub's backside and jackhammer away. It felt as if he was being pushed through the soft mattress of the large bed, such force and weight was behind the fucking he was getting. Sepf's breaths hissed out through clenched teeth as he was claimed by the man who had claimed him so many times before, putting his mind further and further back, remembering his first time, the second and the third. Somehow, he could envision almost every single time he had been raped, then fucked, then begging to be fucked and eventually being discarded for a younger cub, having to offer his tailhole elsewhere to get it filled.
It almost felt like he was home. Something close to comfort. The snarls coming from Rylan, the way his hips tensed on the pullback, the large paw around his neck, always threatening death, each mating a risky endevour. His own canine member hardened in its sheath, then plopped out and hardened fully, emitting pre into the mattress.
"If I didn't know better, I would say you have missed me!" Rylan snarled, nose quickly picking up on the cub's emissions, driving his hips harder still, pelvis smacking against Sepf's well-toned buttocks.
As each thrust battered his prostate, Sepf's body naturally came closer to a climax, his mind a blur of conflicting emotions and memories, his nose filled with the all-too-familiar scent of the ferocious male, the sense of being dominated so roughly.
"I-I have," Sepf muttered out in defeat, pressing his rump backwards on each thrust, intensifying the mating, causing the liger to stop, holding his hips firmly.
"What was that?" Rylan said.
"I missed you," Sepf whispered, hating himself for the truth of the words, "I missed your cock. I hated you for not taking me to bed anymore."
"Hah, the faggot speaks his truth like a dagger pointing at his own heart!" Rylan snarled, ramming his cock in with a savage thrust.
"Please fuck me on my back, I want to look at you when you come inside," Sepf murmoured, delirious with emotions and lust.
"Fucking tailraiser," the well-muscled liger said, pulling out with a slurp and manhandling the cub to his back, grabbing under his knees and lifting his messy rump off the bed, "scream out for me!" Rylan said, as he pushed his girthy cock in, the barbed member tickling Sepf in all the right places, a feeling he had never forgotten.
The liger looked down at the pleasured face of the cub and rammed forward with ferocious speed, the pleasure turning to twinges of pain, Sepf's golden eyes locked with his, as the blue-furred cub moaned out from the sensations.
The cub was being speared and hammered, his own member bobbing and throbbing, near his climax, Rylan was the same, his cock getting closer to release by the second.
In a moment they had shared so many times before, Sepf came first, almost screaming out in pleasure like a girl, puppybatter spraying over the white fur of his abdomen, causing his tailhole to clench. The increase in pressure made Rylan roar out as his member was milked and he soon arrived at his climax, digging his cock in as hard as possible and as deep as possible.
The liger's orgasm was long and drawn out and he let himself fall forward, still inside, his body crushing Sepf's into the bed.  
The cub wished this moment would last forever, his mind travelling back and forth in time and memory to reality and present and back again, spasming and sore tailhole milking Rylan's member, the large weight an intimacy he had forgotten he craved, the musky feline scent of power and pride and danger cloying to his own fur.
But nothing lasts forever.
Sepf barked the command word and the double chevron rune on his bicep glowed, his right paw suddenly weighed down by the shadow blade, which he plunged into the side of Rylan's muscular body.
Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.
The liger scrambled backwards, striking out at Sepf, but they were so close and the attack so unexpected, he managed to plunge the blade into Rylan's lower body just underneath the ribs.
With a furious roar, the liger punched him hard and then grabbed him and flung him across the room, Sepf crashing near the corpse of the raped boy, blood sticking to his skimpy dress. He quickly got to his feet and just managed to parry a furious dagger-thrust from Rylan, who was bleeding profusely from the stab wounds in his side.
"You fucking BITCH!" the liger roared as the cub parried and danced away, the adult's movements already slowing down due to bloodloss.
Sepf was weary, though, as he knew a dying man could be more dangerous than someone hale, so he kept his distance. However, Rylan forced his paw as he stepped over to a desk and pulled out a vial.
Shouting an incantation and making the gestures, Sepf charged ahead, his left paw covered in a strange and murky magical light. Rylan turned and struck out with his dagger with a speed the cub had not anticipated, and he was forced to absorb the blow with his left underarm, scoring a huge gash that sprayed blood. However, his momentum got him close and he smacked his paw into the center of the liger's chest, activating the magic.
Rylan tensed up and shuddered, coughing weakly, as the magic took effect. His very lifeforce was being drained and his furcoat lost its luster as it was being transferred to Sepf, whose nasty gash quickly closed up.
"May your soul never find peace!" Sepf exclaimed, as the light in Rylan's eyes was extinguished and he fell to the floor in a heap, looking thirty years older, already cold from the necromantic death.
For a few moments, the cub simply stared at his old rapist. His whole body had been healed and the familiar soreness of his tailhole was gone, there was nothing to remember the encounter by except for the memory.
A sudden slow clapping made him eeep out in fright and turn to face the source of the noise, only to relax as Helazzin revealed himself, falling down from the ceiling and turning visible.
"You saw?" Sepf asked with his mouth an O of surprise.
"Everything," the deep gnome said good-naturedly, "our master told me that you would strike out on your own and that I should follow you covertly in case you messed things up."
"He raped me.." Sepf's voice trailed off.
"You weren't in mortal danger, and," Helazzin pointed to the cub's groin which was matted with his semen, "actually seemed to be enjoying yourself."
Sepf broke down in crying-laughter, it was all too much, and Helazzin stepped closer to pat his shoulder.
"There, there, get it out of your system. Be quick though, we need to get your stuff and get out of here before the sleep poison wears off!"
Shuddering, Sepf calmed himself by taking deep breaths, closing his golden eyes for a moment, before they snapped open with sudden clarity and awareness, his tense shoulders relaxing. Only his tail betrayed his heightened state of emotions, swishing back and forth, but his gaze was almost steely as he looked Helazzin in the eyes.
"Let's go!"

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The little cub and the adult-sized boy were at it again. Manhandled, pushed into the straw-mattress, a finger pushing up his tailhole. In a blur of motion, the little cub kicked out, catching the liger on his chin and reached for the knife he had stuffed under the pillow. He jumped at the dazed rapist and plunged the blade into his abdomen again and again and again...
Sepf woke, grunting as his right arm pumped straight into the air. Flushed with sweat, his pearly smile lit up the room, and he calmed his breathing and turned to his side, ready to face his dreams yet again.
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