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The Cry of Sodom

Book II, Scroll III

No news was good news. And no news stirred the pit of nerves.

Edith paced her quarters, suppressing her growls. Her throat rumbled as they fought to break loose and give voice to her fears. No longer housed in the inn, she strode past a luxurious sleeping mat piled high with blankets, exquisitely woven fabrics. Regardless of their thin nature, they kept out the night chill beautifully if there was no partner there to warm her bed.

The Canaan dog folded her paws over her stomach, cheeks warm. She often had another fur in her bed. Since that first night in Sodom, she had succumbed to the demands of her body - suppressed for far, far too long - to the point of sexual exhaustion. Many nights, she collapsed into the mound of mats and blankets with a satisfied groan, a lover's arms encircling her waist with the familiarity of an old, old friend.

There was only that slight problem with her legs not working properly the next day, however. The sex was good, she could not deny, but it was a distraction and a distraction alone. She could play games in the evening all she liked but her family was still out of reach. Every day, she traipsed Sodom, searching for news, and expanding her range ever further. Sometimes she barely remembered to eat until nightfall, so devoted was she to her mission that sadly had no end in sight.

She needed her daughters - she needed her family. The dog pressed a paw to her chest as she paced. With a sigh, she reached the far end of the room and turned on her heel to continue her cycling of pacing, an endless loop, just like her days. There had only been one positive development in recent days and it was one that she could not deny her thanks for, despite their rift.

"Edith, stop pacing."

When had she crept up on her? Her sister's tone rang with exasperation even as she tried to display compassion in the only way she knew how. Depositing a basket of local fruit inside the entrance, Ansha enveloped her sister in a tight hug. Edith stiffened and exhaled slowly, concentrating on relaxing each muscle in her body into the soothing hold, although it was too little comfort too late for her frazzled mind.

Her thoughts raced, leaping from one to the next as her pulse quickened and that familiar flutter of terror clawed at the back of her mind. Where was her family? Pheine? Thamma? What had happened to them? Why had she left? Should she have left? It was too late for regrets! Only action. She refused to consider the worst case scenario, yet the nightmares filtered into her unconsciousness like bats, begging her to seek out her distractions until she could do nothing else but sleep restlessly.

Sensing Edith's resistance, Ansha nuzzled closer, resting her blocky muzzle on top of the canine's shoulder. Edith squirmed, shifting her weight from paw to paw. It would always be peculiar to feel her sister's naked body against hers. Her sister was the spit of her, if a little slimmer. In their younger years, they had been mistaken for twins.

"I brought you a diversion," Ansha said with a wicked glint in her eye as she finally released her sister from her hug. "I'm confident that this one is something you shall enjoy most definitely."

Edith shook her head. This was not the Ansha she remembered, this confident, bouncing canine who was quick to smile. Having spent some time in Sodom without Raguel, the Canaan dog had changed so that she was near enough unrecognisable. Ansha had blossomed, taking herself in paw for the first time in her life. No longer did she rely on a male to guide her but struck out on her own path, head held high and a spring in her step, as went the cliché. Laughing, smiling and tossing quips in all directions, Ansha was the most cheerful and bubbly she had ever been. And, if the noises emanating from her adjoining chambers after nightfall were any indication, she did not lack for sexual partners.

Edith shook herself, snapping out of her musing with a guilty flush.

"A distraction is not what I need." Edith looked away pointedly, tail stiff. "I need information. Answers! We've heard nothing -"

"Nothing is all you can expect to hear until Lot, Pheine and Thamma turn up outside our very doors," Ansha said firmly, pressing a finger to Edith's lips. "How can the search teams get word to you unless they return to Sodom? They will not return without some manner of news. Therefore they are still seeking out your family. They may have travelled further afield than we expected, though heaven knows why."

The canine's lower lip trembled, though her eyes held an edge of steel.

"I want my family here."

Ansha's expression softened.

"I know you do," she murmured, cupping Edith's cheek in her paw. "But worrying will do you no good at all. Lot is capable, if...well...you know my thoughts on that dog. They are safe, that is what I am trying to tell you. No harm will come to your daughters while that protective old mutt is around."

"In the meantime," she continued without allowing Edith space in which to reply, "I want to show you what I bought!"

Sighing, Edith folded to a plump cushion, cross-legged. It was unusual to seat oneself in the bed chambers rather than a communal room, but she simply did not feel like moving. Every muscle ached and the canine rolled her head with a low groan, eyes lidded. She may as well have aged ten years with how easily she tired these days.

Ignoring her sister's lethargy - she had something to perk Edith up anyway - Ansha beckoned to another beyond the door frame. Edith sat up straight, expecting to be presented with someone quite important, and dropped her ears when only a slender, nude equine entered the room. The horse's nostrils flared and he lowered his head so far that his chin brushed his sleek, black chest, coat shining with good health. The fact that he was naked was of no surprise, but there was something off about his general demeanour.

Curious, Edith leaned forward so far that she swayed off balance, nearly tipping off the cushion in her effort to get a better look at the horse. He flicked his tail and remained otherwise motionless. Ansha beamed.

"He's my newest servant," Ansha stated proudly. "A little jumpy still - he'll become accustomed to life here soon enough. He'll have to. What do you think?"

Edith looked him over critically.

"I was not aware one acquired servants as a commodity. Do you not have servants already? Can you afford another?"

"Oh, Edith," Ansha rolled her eyes. "Don't be so judgemental. And he's not _really_a servant, not in that sense."

"Then what is he?" Edith coughed into her paw, addressing the horse instead. "Forgive me, I did not mean to be rude. Who are you and what position have you taken on here?"

The stallion shuffled his hooves.

"I am a slave," he said without any inflection. "My position is to do as Mistress Ansha bids me to do and obey the instruction of all within her household."

Edith started, eyes wide. A slave? Why had Ansha suddenly decided to purchase a slave? Had she gone mad? Most slaves that she knew of worked in some kind of physical labour position and nothing Ansha possessed was in need of permanent work or labour. She cocked her head, one ear drooping towards the floor purely by the effect of gravity. The slave stood perfectly still, one ear pricked attentively towards Ansha as she smiled warmly.

"Are you so surprised, sister?" Ansha bounced on the balls of her hind paws, thrilled at having caught her sister on the back paw. "Don't you like him? I thought of you when buying him."

"Slaves are no strangers to me," Edith murmured, struggling to wrap her head around the fresh revelation. "However, what on earth do you need one for? The two that I have seen here...?"

She tailed off the question, thinking of the slight maid and older cook that had flitted about quietly in the background during her stay. Quickly, Ansha held up her paws, staying Edith's line of thought.

"No, they are servants and paid for their services," she said. "You pay a fair bit more for a slave in the short term but the rewards are far greater."

"What rewards?"

"My dear, Edith, can you not understand?" Ansha giggled. "Slaves can be used for anything, not just cleaning or cooking. The things that the servants will not do, he can do."

It took Edith a few moments for her mind to catch up with what Ansha implied and, when she finally understood, the canine could not help but roll her eyes. Edith huffed, looking between the horse and her sister.

"Oh, Ansha." Edith was surprised to find herself disapproving. "Do you not have enough males in your bed as it is? Willing ones at that! What need have you of a slave on top of every other you have?"

Ansha bristled, hackles rising.

"You have not yet come to understand the pleasures one such being can bring," she said stiffly. "Do not think to judge me, sister. Our lives here are different than the one you were used to. You would do well to embrace it."

"I'll take heed of every part of Sodom life," Edith countered, "but with wisdom and careful thought at my back. Our actions affect more than ourselves, if you care to remember, sister. I'm certainly learning that all too swiftly."

Snorting, Ansha rolled her eyes and said no more. Edith thought how much Pheine and Thamma were like Ansha and her, bickering between, and a pang of longing shot through her stomach. Oh, how she missed them! She brushed the fur flat on her legs and made use of the 'distraction' of the stallion, raking her gaze up his finely muscled legs. A hint of rump was visible and she traced a mental line across his gleaming coat to his plump, exposed sheath. There was no question as to _why_Ansha had chosen this male slave, if her quest was indeed to use him in the bedroom.

Ansha sighed and waved her paw as if to physically clear the air, turning her attention to the cause of their disturbance.

"Slave," she addressed the horse who nodded his head to show he was listening. "Fetch us some wine. You will find Anya in the kitchen. She knows what I enjoy."

"Yes, Mistress," he murmured, bowing as he turned and disappeared through the doorway as silently as he had arrived, but a ghost passing through a home that would never be his.

Walking from Edith's designated quarters with a shrug of her shoulders, Ansha trusted that the other canine would follow her in due course. Her reception parlour was far more comfortable and just as luxurious without being Edith's space. Even she felt it rude to intrude.

The canine exhaled and flopped on to a recliner, propping up her legs. Matters worried at the corners of her mind, demanding attention over the yawning need for relaxation. Her brow creased as she frowned, fur ruffling into ridges. It had been good of Imran to point her in the direction of the stallion slave, but how was she to get Edith involved when she was so...Edith? The canine clapped a paw to her forehead. It was a dilemma indeed.

Edith appeared shortly after Ansha had settled, lips pressed into a thin line. That was fine: Edith had often been annoyed at Ansha in past years. Settling on to the opposite recliner, the motherly dog sat upright with her back tense, eyes sliding towards the entranceway every other second as if she was waiting for someone to enter. The horse entered from the other doorway and was barely noticed, balancing a tray bearing a tall pot of wine and two drinking vessels. He looked down at the tray and bit his lower lip, arms trembling faintly. Ansha eyed him fondly. Young, inexperienced and virile: she had a lot to teach this one.

Edith's distraction was not easily kept at bay and it was not the pleasant distraction that Ansha had planned for her. How could she so easily ignore the horse when he stood between them while they sipped wine? It was strong liquor that sent Ansha's senses spinning pleasantly, the wine sweet upon her tongue. Drinking sparingly, Edith mused in contemplative quiet that Ansha could not abide at the best of times. She was always the same!

The canine growled into her paw, scratching her muzzle to cover up her frustration. Edith would do no good to herself brooding! Reclining into a more comfortable position, Edith stared into her cup of wine as if to see through the depths of ruby liquid.

Shifting his weight from hoof to hoof, the horse's tail swished in a flutter of hair, remaining quiet as was correct for one of his station and following Ansha's preferences. Ansha tilted her head and surveyed him from below lowered eyelashes, wondering how far she could push matters. Though the horse had no say in it, she knew exactly what Edith was like with a little wine these days, more susceptible and open to suggestion than ever before - even in her youth.

Ears pricking, Ansha concocted a plan to get the canine to loosen up, a lazy grin softening the appearance of her narrow muzzle. Yes, that was it. It was simply because Edith did not understand that she opposed the idea so, no matter how polite she was. She could show her the benefits of such a slave in a far more physical and visual way - besides serving such fine wine. And he was exceptionally easy on the eyes, a strong contestant alongside even Imran's defined masculinity.

Focus, she had to focus. Losing track of her train of thought was all too easy for the canine at times. The horse stood within arm's reach, and Ansha casually reached over to caress his thigh, feeling the smooth line of muscle beneath his short coat. He really was in excellent condition, sold exactly as he had been marketed.

The horse, nostrils flaring. Ansha caught Edith sneaking a look from the corner of her eye and, emboldened, slid her paw up the horse's inner thigh to his heavy orbs to squeeze gently. Oh, yes, he would do very nicely! Groping her new slave's sheath lewdly, the canine drew her fingers along the soft flesh, feeling her prize stir within. Edith's head jerked up and her eyebrows shot up.

"Ansha?" She snapped her slack jaw closed. "What are you doing?"

"There's nothing wrong with your eyes, sister."

That was the best answer she was going to give Edith. Ansha's voice took on a sultry lilt and the horse nickered softly, pink and black cock dropping from its sheath with an eagerness drawn from her skilled paw. Turning his head away, the equine nickered, tail swishing like a pendulum in time with Ansha's wicked strokes.

"Poor pony," she crooned. "Where were you heading tomorrow, Edith? It seems to have slipped my mind."

Edith coughed into her paw, determined to keep her jaw firmly shut this time, regardless of her incredulity. What was the dog playing at? She had the horse's shaft in her paw! And she wanted to talk?

"You surely cannot wish to discuss this now?"

"Why not?" Ansha feigned innocence. "I do as I wish in my quarters and this abode belongs to me."

Her sister must have been, well, barking mad.

"By all means, enjoy your new slave," Edith chuckled softly. "I am merely unsure whether I can maintain a sensible conversation while you tease him so."

"Isn't it perfect though?" Ansha smiled happily, paw moving fluidly as the horse stomped a hoof. "He's a virgin, saved especially for me!"

Her wagging tail brushed the cushions, though the stallion did not notice her happiness or words. His head lolled back as Ansha slipped her paw between his thighs, pushing the defined muscles away from one another with her fingertips. A bead of pre cum clung to the head of his cock, threatening to drop until Ansha's roaming paw scooped it up to smear the pearly moisture across her palm. The sultry canine raised her paw to her muzzle slowly, lapping up the salty treat while keeping eye contact with the equine, whose chest heaved. Swallowing hard, Edith tried to concentrate.

"It's not often one considers a male's virginity such a prize," she said. "Why is this notion valuable to you?"

"Mine was sold," Ansha said bluntly. "I'm confident I'll be a better mistress to this male than my husband was a 'master' to me in the bed chamber."

"As good a reason as any," Edith said so quietly that she doubted Ansha heard.

Ansha wrapped her paw around the horse's thigh - as much as she could - and drew him closer, murmuring encouragement as her eyes glittered. Steadily, her fingertips slid around his buttocks, finding a spot under his tail that made the horse stiffen, eyes shooting wide in the next heartbeat. Sitting up once more, Edith tried to subtly crane her neck, cursing how the horse's tail blocked her view of Ansha's paw, curiosity getting the best of her. Ansha smirked deviously and pressed her paw closer to the horse in such a way that Edith could neither see nor discern what was happening, only the slave's reactions. The equine's breath caught in his throat and he pinned his ears back, muscles twitching beneath his fine coat.

"You did not answer my question, sister," Ansha gently drew Edith's attention back to her, unable to keep the smile from her muzzle.

"Still?" Edith sighed. "You are implausible. What else do you expect me to be doing, Ansha? I shall be searching for my family, as I do every day until nightfall. Then I may invite a male into my bed. That is none of your concern, dear sister."

Ansha knew Edith too well to take her snap to heart. It was also difficult to be annoyed with a throbbing cock in one's paw.

"No need for the tone," Ansha bit down a chuckle and blew the horse a kiss as he gasped. "Anyone would think you were frustrated, talking like that to your own sister."

Missing the hint, Edith bobbed her muzzle in full agreement, running a rough paw through her hair.

"I am!" She said a little too loudly. "What am I expected to do, Ansha? It's insanity! I'm going insane. Every day, I do the same and I can do none other than the same, because I must find my family. There is nothing else I can do, nothing else I can think of and nothing else I can dream of when I close my eyes."

Edith paused, eyes downcast as she pretended to study something in the patterns of her fur. Startled, Ansha hesitated in her ministrations, much to the stallion's temporary relief. It would be short lived, however, and he was not confident he wanted it to stop entirely. Her touch was more relief than he had otherwise had in his young life from another paw.

"I do not sleep well anymore, Ansha," she continued quietly. "If not for all the herbal mixtures here - Sodom is nothing but an expert in the luxurious, I concur - you would not be able to look at me for how dreadful my eyes would appear. And I am not the vainest of canines. You should know."

Lowering her head, Edith slouched, stretching out on her side with her head on her folded arms. Her body shook with suppressed sobs, chest shuddering, and she tucked her tail between her legs, subconsciously disliking the thought of having her privates on display to anyone while tears welled.

Regardless of her distraction, Ansha darted to her sister's side in an instant. She ignored the slave she left standing at her heels, unsure whether to turn, to stay, to leave or something entirely different, and dropped to her knees, putting herself on the same level as Edith. Sliding her arms about the other canine's shoulders, Ansha pressed herself close, wishing belatedly that there was more she could do. If only she could deliver Edith's family into her paws, even that abomination Lot. She swallowed, pressing her cheek to Edith's. Perhaps the horse had been a bad idea.

"You are doing all you can," Ansha rubbed her sister's shoulder soothingly, though the words seemed empty even to her. "We are all doing all we can. You cannot search every minute of every day. You said yourself that you are not looking after yourself."

"Looking after myself? I should be out there looking for them," Edith growled softly, shoulders slumping. "My daughters... What if something happens to them? I'll never..."

She trailed off, leaving the worst unsaid, hanging in the air like a thundercloud. Helpless, Ansha patted Edith's back, glancing from object to object within the room as if hoping for a sudden flash of inspiration that would fix everything. But that would never happen. In a last ditch attempt, her eyes alight on the horse and the canine sighed lightly, wondering. It could not hurt. It may even raise Edith out of her sadness.

"Edith, darling," Ansha tightened her grip on her shoulder, sitting Edith up slowly. "I have a confession for you."

"What's that?" Edith blinked, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Why this? Why now?"

"It may be the best time," Ansha bit her lip, sinking into a more comfortable crouch before Edith, her head lower than her sister's. "Or maybe the worst. Please do not think badly of me, Edith, I know I am different but I care deeply for you. That should go without saying."

"Ansha, I know," Edith surprised herself by leaning forward to brush her muzzle against Ansha's in a sisterly kiss, enjoying the contact. "You don't have to tell me that. We will always be sisters and I know you care. I care about you too. I'm glad to have you with me and you have been so kind."

Ansha winced.

"Kind to a point," she said. "I do not wish to make you think otherwise."

"Why would I?"

"The slave?" Ansha jerked her head back towards the stallion. "He...well... That bit's not quite what I said. I was not honest."

"Ansha, stop speaking in riddles," Edith said with a heavy sigh: it was nothing she had not heard before, this evasiveness. "What do you mean? Straight and plainly, please."

"I bought the slave for you!" Ansha blurted out, the words tumbling over one another in their rush to escape, to be said no matter what the cost.

Edith was quiet for several long moments, folding her paws in her lap and looking down. Unable to tell whether she was digesting the information or was upset, Ansha fidgeted, shifting her weight from one hind paw to the other in constant repetition with her tail tucked in close to her buttocks. Even the flash of white below her tail was hidden. When Edith still said nothing, she could not find the willpower to remain silent, tension crackling in the air.

"We thought you needed some gentler attention." Ansha's bottom lip trembled anxiously. "I know you have company in your quarters but you cannot always get a male to do as you wish. I like these males in Sodom well enough, but a slave... They will do anything you wish, whether it be lapping your cunny for hours or giving you a sensitive, listening ear."

Cupping her paw under Ansha's muzzle, Edith silenced her with a touch, eyes meeting.

"I appreciate the gesture," she glanced at the horse, still posed with a hard, waiting cock. "But I'm not sure I can accept this...this gift, if I may. This is not my area of expertise and he is different." She paused. "Very different. Is it even right? Can he consent?"

"You don't have to take him to bed with you, Edith."

"And what if I'd want that?" Edith pressed her lips together. "Every other partner of mine - excepting Lot - has made it quite clear what they want of me. Then it's been up to me to take them up on their offer or not."

"If you want to take him to bed, you are more than welcome to," Ansha tried for a smile, lips twitching up at the corners. "That's what he's here for. I am his owner on parchment but you should consider him yours for as long as you here. We can transfer ownership to you later if you find him useful in any way. He is skilled and knows no other life than this, Edith, so you should not feel bad."

The Canaan dog considered a moment, ear twitching.

"You wouldn't feel sorry for slaves labouring the fields or working stone, would you? It is no different. Only we are kinder touches than slave masters with a horde at their paws, building their empires."

Shaking her head, Edith refused to speak, tapping the knuckles of one paw with the fingertips of the other. The stallion shuffled to face them directly, head respectfully bowed as his nostrils flared, betraying his excitement if his hard length did not speak loudly enough. Maybe he did want it, after all. He wasn't becoming any softer, that much was sure. Edith couldn't drag her eyes away, wanting to fall prey to the so pleasantly presented 'distraction'.

Oblivious, Ansha grabbed Edith's paws without any warning. The canine raised an eyebrow, looking down at her sister and finding she disliked the way her muzzle was higher, her sister taking a more dominant position. It had always been the other way round for them. Oh, how the times changed. It felt inherently wrong but it was the wrong time for the observation.

"Would you like to try him out?" Ansha grimaced. "I know I speak coarsely of him, but he is a charmer, genuinely. I want to help him relax into himself, feel himself out, as much as you."

The canine scoffed.

"I can't just do that - not here!" She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Ansha."

"You didn't say no." The canine's eyes twinkled. "So that would be a yes?"

Edith's mouth twisted but she did not deny her sister's claim. She could not simply turn it down as much as she could not simply accept it either. It was a conundrum indeed, yet one that Ansha pursued relentlessly.

"I don't need a slave in my bed chambers," Edith said weakly after a longer pause than necessary. "I have others for that, kind males that I've found here."

Ansha tilted her head, leaning in close as if to share a personal secret with her sister.

"You're the one who brought up the bed chambers, dear, never me" Ansha countered, taking her sister's paw. "Let me show you."

Edith protested faintly but even those murmurs of dissent became swiftly weaker as she was pulled closer to the stallion. Her sister giggled, all trace of her sombre mood vanished, and grasped the horse's tail to give it a playful tug. His lips parted noiselessly and Edith felt his gaze upon her body, tracing every curve with an alluringly shy eagerness to his sidelong looks. Placing her paw under his muzzle, she boldly tilted his muzzle up and met his eyes, her smile awkward, and wondered if she was to reintroduce herself. Did she need express invitation with this one? His cock twitched.

Would it be so wrong?

Edith shook her head slowly, allowing her thoughts to drift until Ansha tapped her bare hind paw, claws clicking on the floor. But it was not something Edith could rush into. She was acutely aware of every muscle in her body, her heart pounding keenly, blood throbbing in her ears and the rake of each breath through sore lungs. Every breath came harsher than the last and her bosom heaved, but at last she called upon her reserves of courage - would that she had something greater to use her courage for - and trailed her paw down from the horse's muzzle, trailing over the definition in his chest. He shifted and she did not stop there, once she had begun, letting her paw drift to his cock where it wrapped sensuously around the familiarly shaped shaft. The horse's member pulsed within her paw as the canine squeezed gently, pumping the length with an easy, skilled stroke. Blushing harder than ever, the stallion angled his muzzle away, forelock falling into his eyes. Ansha caught the motion.

"So shy?" Ansha pressed her fingers over her lips to suppress her giggles from bursting forth. "You should be proud of what you have to show, my dear."

Refusing to answer, the horse lowered his muzzle further, chin brushing his broad chest.

"Are you proud of what you have to show?" Ansha probed, her gaze intense, demanding an answer.

"Yes, Mistress," the equine nodded, skin crimson beneath his coat to the tips of his ears. "I am proud of...it."

"Then do not hide yourself from us."

If possible, the horse turned a deeper shade of red, the flush creeping hotly down his neck. His tail twitched, flicking the strands against his legs, and Edith curiously explored his body with her paws, dropping to her knees to more easily fondle his balls and call forth needy nickers from his sweet lips. What would it be like to kiss those lips? The canine rolled his nuts between her fingers and smiled at how his body shifted, arching towards her as if he was silently begging for more. He was a quiet one, that was for sure, biting down into his lower lip rather than vocalise his arousal. Perhaps he had been taught differently in early training, that he was to be as quiet as possible? Edith vowed to change that. She would make him moan and spurt. Despite Edith's ministrations, the stallion still clamped his tail over his buttocks, keeping it pressed down as if it was the last covering he had left, even if his paws occasionally twitched towards his cock from time to time. He had some restraint at least, which pleased Ansha, but not enough. Frowning, Ansha tapped the horse on the nose, startling them both.

"Didn't you hear me, slave?" Ansha winked, showing that her stern tone was merely for show. "Do not hide from us. Present yourself to my sister."

The horse groaned, obeying without conscious thought, and dropped to his knees as Edith stood tall once more. He knelt with his legs apart, letting his balls swing gently between his thighs, and rested his paws palm up on each thigh. Keeping his arms relaxed and stance ready for instruction, he looked straight ahead, and, completing the pose, raised his tail high, long hair falling in a silky curtain. In such a position, his rump was entirely exposed and he visibly struggled to hold it high, twitching the muscle at the base as his desire to conceal himself swelled. Edith licked her lips, watching as the equine's muscles tensed and relaxed, his fight to maintain position strangely beautiful.

He must be around the same age as Thamma, Edith thought through a lusty haze. Maybe she would like to meet him later.

It was a strange thought to have at the time and one that she would return to at later date. Tenderly, Edith caressed the horse's muzzle, rubbing her fingertips in soothing circles until he leaned into her paw, eyes lidded.

"I've heard what goes on in your bed chambers, dear." Ansha winked. "Why don't you see what that shaft feels like between your lips?" She smirked. "I don't think he's quite ready to mount or be mounted, being the virgin he is. I assure you that you'll be the first when that time comes, however."

She could have rolled her eyes or glared at Ansha, but Edith found the thought unusually appealing. It was as if she was watching the scene from another room, peering through the doorway and observing another fur that just like her doing things that she had never dreamt of. Stroking and teasing a slave! What would her old self have thought of her? Then again, it was not about the old and the new: it was about being who she really was. And she knew exactly how she wanted to proceed.

"Lay back," Edith instructed the horse softly, the command odd on her tongue.

It was just that easy. The horse immediately tipped back, rolling neatly on to his back and shifting so that he lay flat on the floor mats, ears pricked attentively. Instructions were familiar to him and it was a simple matter to do exactly as he was told, thinking nothing more of the order. Edith followed with a throaty growl that sent a shiver through the equine's body, resting her paws heavily on either side of his muzzle with her breasts swinging with every minute motion. So close to the equine, Edith sensed how his breath quickened with her closeness, a sheen of sweat setting a gleam upon his coat. Regardless of his obedience, he still pressed his legs together shyly, hiding his balls between as his cock jutted up proudly, unable to be contained by any act of modesty.

"Spread your legs," Edith murmured. "I don't want you to hide from me. Keep them like that unless I say otherwise."

The horse whined softly but did as he was ordered, spreading his legs until the near one bumped into Edith's, allowing it to go no further. Thus freed, his grey-black balls hung heavily between his muscled thighs, two orbs that begged to be touched. Edith's lips parted and she shook herself out of a brief stupor.

"Oh, that's good," Edith breathed, unable to tear her eyes away. "You look good enough to eat, boy."

"Please don't," Ansha commented, taking up post upon the nearest recliner, a cup of wine in her paw. "We wouldn't want to come off as barbaric, darling."

Edith wagged her tail, swinging a leg over the male's body so that she knelt astride his chest, rump facing his muzzle. Glancing back over her shoulder, Edith winked at the horse, her fluffy tail bouncing as she met his startled gaze: he was amusing to tease. Had he ever had his muzzle so close to a female's sex before? She knew nothing of his background or training and it was a great temptation for Edith to sit back and find out, but she had a bigger prize in mind. Taking his cock in one paw, she stroked the length, drawing a sharp inhalation from her victim. Ansha cocked her head to the left.

"I say nothing about him eating you, however," Ansha quipped, lips twitching as Edith folded to her knees.

Edith laughed, arching her back and lapping over the equine's member, playing her tongue over the flat head.

"Just a show for you, darling," Edith winked flirtatiously. "Now...let us see what this new slave of yours truly has on offer for us."

Sampling a fresh male was quickly becoming one of Edith's favourite pastimes - and she had many pastimes to choose from in her new life. Holding the horse's shaft up with one paw, she kissed and licked down one side and then the other, marvelling at the size. How would he feel inside her? She couldn't wait to find out. His cock was very faintly marbled in such a way that one could only discern the pattern from very close quarters, which Edith was intimately privy too. Taking the thick, flat tip between her lips, she sucked experimentally, rewarded with an unwilling grunt of pleasure. The canine grinned: the poor thing was determined to remain composed even with his cock in her muzzle. How it would feel to 'break' him, to make him moan and buck and writhe in release. Closing her eyes, Edith dove down upon the horse's shaft, far enough that she gagged, the head pressing into the very back of her throat.

"How does he taste?"

Edith grunted, tail wagging furiously. She deigned to pull back either to give herself respite or her sister an answer, instead rubbing her tongue along the top side of the horse's member. Her paws grasped what she was not able to taste and she squeezed the firm pole of flesh as the horse tensed beneath her. It was a great sense of power to sit over a male and have him exactly where she wanted him. With a flush of warmth racing through her veins, she knew she could tell him to do anything at all and it would be done, even with his shyness. He would obey. In front of her muzzle, the equine's tail swished constantly and she noted with added approval that he kept his legs in exactly the position he was asked, pulled back enough that he remained perfectly on display.

When had been the last time that the horse had had a good climax? Edith murred quietly, letting her lips circle his cock in a tight O-shape, sucking hard enough to make her cheeks hollow slightly. Digging his hoof-like fingertips into his leg, the horse tensed, a huff of hot breath escaping his nostrils in a rush as he snorted heavily. She growled dominantly, letting her teeth graze the shaft just enough for the horse to stiffen, anticipating pain, and relax again, though the edge of fear did nothing to diminish his rampant erection. She bobbed her muzzle slowly, sinking lower and lower to take him deep, relishing the salty pre cum coating her tongue. Half-opening her eyes, Edith pushed her body forward, one paw cupping the stallion's balls and rolling them between her palm and fingers. From the corner of her eye, Edith caught motion and was dimly aware of Ansha masturbating to the sight of her sucking off the slave. The knowledge only turned her on more, pussy swollen and dripping with arousal.

As more heat brought a flush to the skin under her fur, Edith rumbled with growls she had not known resided in the pits of her belly. They seemed to rise from a primal place and every one rolling over the equine's length made his muscles stiffen - it became a game to catch him unawares. Slanting her ears to the side, Edith narrowed her line of vision, staring right down the thick shaft to his plump balls, paw creeping below them as the stallion's legs quivered. It was where Ansha's paw had been and Edith circled her fingertips around the horse's tight pucker with a shiver of devious excitement. Males liked to be touched there too, right? Scooping some stray pre cum on to her fingertips, she brought that paw back to the slave's tail hole, easing a single finger inside with the slickness. With that, Edith heard a thump as the horse's head fell back to the floor and he breathed out a nicker. Suppressing a chuckle around the meat stretching her lips, Edith drove her finger in up to the knuckle, muzzle bobbing furiously as the horse twisted and groaned.

She recognised the signs of a male approaching orgasm as well as any other experienced female. A tremor reverberated down her spine, making her fur fluff up from excitement. How much would he cum? She would soon find out. Panting, the slave screwed up his muzzle, fighting against his body to hold out a few seconds longer but respite was not to be had under Edith's demanding paws and lips. He came with a shuddering whinny, pulling his legs in closer to his body at an angle that should have been painful but the flexible equine somehow managed.

Edith pulled her muzzle back just in time to receive the first spurt across the side of her muzzle, snaking her tongue out to taste the viscous, salty liquid that drooled over her lips. Caught in the throes of climax, the horse bucked his hips like a feral, each throbbing pulse of his shaft bringing forth a fresh rope of cum to paint the canine's muzzle, splashing across the cream and tan fur. He had plenty to spare and Edith could not bear to let it all go to waste, diving back down on to his cock with a grunt as the tip was forced into the back of her throat. She pressed her tongue to the underside of his hot length and murred as he gave more and more, feeding her more than enough for the lusty canine to gulp down, delighting in the lewd sound it produced.

The horse only had so much to give before he was, sadly, entirely spent. Collapsing to the ground, his shaking legs dropped with a loud 'clop' as each hoof touched down, shaking as if he had galloped across the desert and back again just prior. Edith rested the majority of her weight upon her arms, taking in short, sharp breaths as she struggled to regain her composure, if that was possible in such a compromising position. Eyes half-lidded, the horse groaned, treated to the unobstructed view of Edith's dripping pussy. He raised his muzzle halfway to her cunny before lack of energy betrayed him, leaving him sprawled back on the ground, though his attempt was not missed by their aroused observer. Clearing her throat, Ansha reminded the gasping duo of her presence, paw still between her thighs and soaked in her own juices. There had been no reason for her to not enjoy the show, after all. The canine licked her damp paw and caught Edith's eye with a sly wink.

"Quite the virile one, is he not?" Ansha grinned. "But he's made a mess of you, sister."

Edith looked up, one eyebrow raised as she gently withdrew her finger from the horse's tail, tight muscle clenching on nothing in its absence.

"I think I am at least partly to blame for that," she answered with an uncharacteristically mischievous smile, lapping what cum she could from her muzzle. "You cannot place fault on him for it."

"I don't intend to," Ansha assured her. "But you are to clean my sister's muzzle with your tongue, slave. It's terrible manners to leave her in such a state."

Referring to Edith's unsatisfied arousal in turn, Ansha suppressed a wider smile, unwilling to give her sister cause to snap. Horniness did that to a fur, after all, and short tempers were common with any so frustrated. Surprising her with his instant obedience, the horse slid out from beneath Edith and crouched in front of her as she rocked back on to her knees and heels, smiling as she waited upon his attentions. Tenderly, he leaned forward, cupping her cheeks in his large paws with fine, long fingers, and lapped cum from her muzzle. He took great care to clean up every drop - perhaps disliking the thought of displeasing either of his mistresses - and did so without a single blush. Stroking Edith's cheeks with the taste of his own cum strong within his muzzle, he sat back into a deep crouch, squatting with his legs spread apart, just as the ladies liked it.

Ansha took a deep, slow breath: the horse had surpassed her expectations by far. What a gem Imran had sent to her. She smiled warmly.

"My sweet 'Zonah'," Ansha reached over, running her fingers through the horse's mane as if he was a pet sitting at her paws. "Do you like knowing that you are nothing more than a little whore, slave?"

The equine flushed heavily and shook his head, though his gaze was wrought with uncertainty. He was no Zonah! He was more than that, he could do more. Edith would have raised an eyebrow at the name if she was not too busy brushing the fur on her muzzle and head back into place, abruptly needing to ensure that every hair on her body was immaculate. Biting his fleshy tongue, the horse swallowed, hiding behind his forelock as Ansha waited, knowing him better than he knew himself even after their short time together. It was too much for him to admit right then but he hated to disappoint, so he changed his shake of the head into a quick nod, immediately tucking his muzzle back down against his chest in the next instant.

"Aw, poor pony," Ansha crooned, patting him upon the head. "We'll have to ease you out of that modesty. You'll get used to it soon enough, I promise. My Zonah."

The horse's fingers twitched and Edith narrowed her eyes, her wagging tail suddenly falling still.

"Ansha," Edith reprimanded softly. "You know better."

"Yes, yes." The canine waved her paw, disregarding Edith's concern over her teasing. "Slave, you may leave us." She winked, catching him by the arm as he rose to leave. "But come back later. When you are...rested."

It was no longer possible for the horse to become redder in the muzzle and he near fled from the room, hooves clopping noisily over the mats and hard floor beneath. Though he raced away as swiftly as was polite, Edith and Ansha could not fail to notice his raised tail and winking tail hole, squeezing and releasing rhythmically. Once he disappeared through the doorway, heading towards the quarters belonging to the servants, Edith turned to Ansha with a disapproving glare.

"Really, Ansha," Edith clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, though the smile on her lips betrayed her mirth. "Did you have to call him 'Zonah'?"

"Is that not what he is?" Ansha blinked innocently. "Besides, he's cute when he blushes."

"He's cute doing a lot of things..."

"See!" Ansha cackled triumphantly. "Even you admit it!"

"All right," Edith huffed, leaning back against the recliner. "Have it your way. He's your slave. Just...go easy on him."

Ansha traced her tongue over her pointed front teeth, paw returning to its rightful place between her thighs.

"I make no promises."