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A knock on the door made the beings in the closed room smile, a Fox opened it to answer then let a Chameleon and a smaller Iguana in. Their Master, an Iguana of his own right, smiled as the mated pair bowed to him. He directed them to the center of the room so that the tod, the vixen, the Iguana, and the Cheetah had their eyes on the two.

"Sir?" "Vector, my dear friend, a little birdy tells me that feathers have been ruffled and revenge must be served. Consider this a dish served. Char'zi, they are yours to play with."

The Cheetah chuckled then limped over to the suddenly frightened couple. He removed what little coverings they had, being reptiles it was only loincloths to satisfy the 'natives' and their taboo towards nudity. He then looked the female over feeling her scales and tugging here and there. He purred loudly as he squeezed the base of her tail. Then came the male, he 'popped' Vector's organs out and looked them over before checking the rest of the owner's body.

"Simply gorgeous. These two are stunning specimens; perhaps you might think about putting them in the program." "There are several I am considering. Proceed when ready, I am sure you want to play with Vector more. His... color changing is rather nice to use when spying on employees." "Or others. You down." Char'zi pointed at Tish with a devilish smile. "So, little lizard, how do you usually copulate?" "Uh... anyway we can." "Today it will be done how your kind was made for." "Uh... okay. Just what way is that? We were raised by Master Gregory and taught by the same." Vector held his ground as the cat looked him over for a sign of deceptiveness. "Well, climb on and I will get you started." Vector did as instructed and then looked at the cat as he lifted Trish's tail then forced Vector's under hers then pressed the two vents together. Things exploded from there. Vector's hemipene shot into her vent and began pulsing his essence into her. "That, little Mitalin, is how you get reptiles to breed. The right positions gets the male doing what comes natural, just takes a tame and docile female for collection use or impregnation." "So-" "Don't go there unless you want to lick every toilet clean." Collector interrupted Richard. "Noted." "I hear a good story there, but I am not here to get blackmail." Char'zi watched the two as the air grew heavy. "Any others? Age difference perhaps?" "I think that's enough for the day for me." Collector stood and went for the door. "Sir! I'm sorry, I was just curious." "I do not blame you... just her... and myself." Collector stepped out. "I take it something happened?" Char'zi asked quietly. "Yeah, I think it would be wise of me not to say anything." "That it would. Do yourself a favor and listen to the advice of an elder Master: Keep your own Master happy and remember every dark secret can be used against him. Keep those secrets locked away." "Yes, elder Master, I will."

Collector closed the door to his room and slumped to the floor grasping his knees. Tara came over and gave him a lick. "What is gnawing at your tail, my male?" "Richard poked the wrong button... that incident. I... I had to flee." "You didn't hurt him for it, did you?" "No... I even told him I was not mad at him." "I doubt he learned his lesson. Did you even tell him why you are upset?" "No, but I think he got it." "Climb on." "Pardon?" "Climb on, we are going to a flight. You need to have a good distracting flight, not to mention that I am getting stiff lounging in here." "Very well, as long as it will not harm your passengers." Collector chuckled as he stood. "Only you should you fail to remember to hold with your knees." She smiled and licked him before stretching out.

He climbed onto her back, behind her wings and leaned forward as she stood and made her way to the covered glass door then pushed out to the clouding scenery. She warned him about her jumping a brief second before launching off and dipping below the balcony before opening her wings and catching the air. She glided away from the mansion then started to circle upwards. Collector looked down as the ground slowly pulled away. A simple sigh of relief came from him as he heard naught but the flap of wings and the rush of air. He wondered why he had not done this before. Truly relaxing, he was happy until he felt Tara tilt and level off. The shake set him off balance, but safe. He resettled before stroking her warming scales.

After an hour, Tara glided back down and landed on the roof. "So, how do you feel?" "Slightly chilled, yet happy you did it for me." "Good. Let's watch the horizon for a while, only the birds can bother us now." "Obviously not worried about your brother." "Never have been. Sitting on the roof has been my thing since my wings sprouted." "You didn't have them when you were younger?" "Please. Do you really think 'nature' would allow untaught youngsters take to the air and devour everything in sight?" "I guess it does happen to other winged creatures as well." "Damn straight. The sun is about to set, let's get inside." "I suppose."

Collector remounted and then they glided down to the ground before parting and walking inside. Once in, Collector was immediately bombarded with apologies from a certain grey Fox. The Iguana took the yammering muzzle between both clawed hands and forced the young male silent.

"I was not angered by that. You were curious, but it is still raw on my nerves." Richard let out a muffled whimper. "Don't. It was her fault, she chose not to listen. Now she may have my bastard clutch that I will be placing into slavery. Go check on Adeline, if she has a bitter scent to her she is pregnant. For her sake--and mine--I pray that she still has the scent of honey about her."

Collector released the slave whom then ran off like he had been smacked by a cattle rod. The lizard sighed then looked around searching for anyone else, luckily the only other soul was Tara. He grabbed her large head and kissed her. She went wide-eyed for a moment then realized he was walking away. Her chest rumbled as she felt the contents of her womb shift. A smile came forth as she followed the sire of the young growing within her. During their trek, Dianos met up with them and rubbed his muzzle against both of them.

"So, mate of my blood, I hear that you got to have your first true flight." "That was quick, I wonder who spot us." "I shall not spoil the fun voluntarily." "Mm, so I flew with her, does that mean something to you?" "Only that it seals your bond to the family. Enough of that though, I left something for you two in your room. I do hope that it is movable when we ready to leave." "Don't spread this, but I only plan on returning to Earth with a few. Tara and Richard are the main ones, there will be others that will take care of her, but we still have time before that." "I request to be on that list, Master. Someone needs to be close by in case she begins the process." "Only if she wants you there." "Do not worry, brother, I felt movement. I shall drop soon enough then the arduous task shall be here. When it happens, you will hear my cries." Tara flipped her wings up and revealed her widening sides. "Dare to guess how many?" "No." "Well, be glad I talked them into letting us keep all of them." "Good. I prayed to my gods that my first clutch would get to stay at my side." "Well, just know that they will be used for my new position. There is no real way around it." "At least they won't be trophies." "Only our trophies. Just try to think of them as personal wing massagers." "You cad?? "Ouch. But slaves are slaves, nothing that can be done about that until their Master releases them. Unfortunately I can't do that until they reach the age of twelve." "Then we shall count the years, just like my title, yes?" "As soon as it is in my claws, yes." Tara was silent for a moment as they moved on up to their room, "Any news on that retched little piece of parchment?" "Not yet, remember we get it when your pregnancy is up." Tara sighed then remained silent.

Collector glanced over his shoulder and smiled, he could not help himself not wanting to love his sweet dragoness. As they got to his room, he opened the door for her then waited as he heard the familiar clicking of a pair of talons.

"Yes, Mac?" "I got to get these things trimmed." The bird chuckled. "Message for you, translated via William: Branch Master Varuteux cordially invites Master Manson and Master Brenson for morning meal. Seconds are asked to join. Will gave Roger the location already." "Anything else?" "Only that Richard got backhanded by the hatchling, Adeline, apparently for sticking his nose where it did not belong." "I take it you witnessed it?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Send him my way if you see him again and do not forget to tell Max the same message minus the Richard part." "Very well, sir."

Collector slipped into his room leaving Macinawa cooing to himself. Tara chuckled as she inspected her brother's gift, a nest. He readied himself for bed and waited for his Fox to come knocking. Just as he sat down, a weak knock sounded. Collector had his nester answer the door.

"Master. I daresay I bring foul news." "She's pregnant then." Richard nodded. "Come here." Richard came close to crawling into the room. He stopped at the edge of the bed still staring at the floor in a submissive pose. Collector reached over rubbed the Fox's head. "She got you. I heard that already, don't feel bad. I sure don't, she deserves every bit of embarrassment. Now, I want you to rest up, we have an invitation in the morning. I want you to be presentable. Fully groomed and dressed. Do not forget the dress collar. I don't think I am missing anything else." "As you command, Master." "Richard." "Yes?" "Don't berate yourself, you did nothing that I did not tell you to do." "It is not that, sir, it is what she called me. I can handle 'mutt' and 'slave' but... 'neutered mongrel' put me on edge." "Well you are certainly neither of those, my sweet tod. She's just a street educated hatchling, do not let her untaught tongue slice you deep." "I will do my best, sir." "I know you will. To bed with you."

They woke to Max's Second knocking on their doors. They readied themselves then met up in the garage with Roger. Once they were on the move, Max asked what they were invited to. His mentor shrugged. They stopped at the Guild House where the Slave Masters were greeted by an entourage of slaves stripped down to their natural coverings. Their Master, and host, stood at the end of the lines with a grin. Collector gulped as he saw the creature. The very aspect of a Skunk.

"Guild Masters Manson and Brenson, I welcome you to my Chapter. Feel free to examine any of my slaves as you wish. Guild Slaves are at your disposal as well. Seconds, I would like you to meet Nika, my Second in command and first personally bought slave, she has been with me since I was ten." Nika stepped out from behind her Master's bushy black and white tail. She appeared to be a Chipmunk. "Nika, please show your fellows around then meet us in the conference room for the meal." "Yes, Master." "I thought the locals despised nudity." Collector said as the Seconds went into the building, he noticed that just over the hill was the Guild Market. "It is, but since they are declared property... well, the same applies to any planet we go to." "Ah. I see you also like branding." "Only those who think they are better then the sentence they got. Come, there is much we three need to speak of before our Seconds rejoins us." Their host quickly got them into the room and got them sat down. "Please forgive me, but I have to pass on news. The war is not going well... well that is a lie for our side. News of your Draskin family is... harsh. Their leader has been murdered by our side. The Elders have surrendered. The female was taken as a trophy heading to the Council on Earth. She has begged to be placed with her Children for her cooperation. I doubt they will 'give' her to you. I have an ideal rumor that a certain Wolf has petitioned for a younger Wolf to gain a Council gift. Rather this is true or not, I have no hold on this. I felt I must tell you this before you take a trip to your slave's home. So, I beg you be careful with this. This planet cannot handle a creature that can spew fire. This is my home, I rather not see it burn from just one flying creature in a temper tantrum." "Make that two. Her brother is with her. I might just wait for their mother to tell them so she can help control them." "As long as it is not done here. I do not have winged Guards." "Understood." "I also have a request from the Alpha Council. One that only Alpha Maxwell can complete. A simple yes or no will suffice: Will you be the Guild liaison for the Council?" Max sighed, his tail thumped loudly against his chair and did not begin to fight it. "Absolutely. I was hoping for it to happen." "Good, I will pass on the news and get the paperwork started. Ah! There they are. Nika, signal the meal." "Very well, Master, shall I have three other places as well?" "You shall as long as everyone behaves." "Thank you, Master." "Don't let that sweet tone fool you, she can be a beast. Now that they have joined us, we are having a minor auction today. I hope you two are willing to join in and have some fun. I doubt anything will go over five hundred Azas." "Anything special going on the block?" "Unless they added something since yesterday, no." "Mm, I take it you have no high ranking members joining it if we don't show, correct?" "Correct, unfortunately." "I guess it is our duty then." "Why?" Max asked. "Each branch needs a high ranking member to show up for auctions to rate the outcome and to 'support' the Guild Head over that branch. Since he cannot support himself, it is my duty as a high ranking member of the Guild. Though instead of me rating it... I think I shall let you." Collector chuckled. "Master Varuteux, are you having... 'special' auctions as well?" "I am.... Oh! Benefit auction slots, I can add a slot or two." "Excellent, let the benefactor be the auction house." "I am almost afraid of asking... but what are you adding?" "Myself. I am sure I have plenty of fans here so, why not sell myself for a day." "Really? You were the Galaxy Show Champ, right? I bet that would bring in the profits." "Agreed, not to mention sex for me. I can almost guarantee they will want me to bred them or their slaves... or both." "Master, is this a wise decision? You already have your own spawn under your name. Why cause more?" "Because it will help the Guild thrive on this planet. Besides, I will be moving our assets here so I will be able to watch them grow. Now, please don't question my additional motives because I might just add you to the block. I am sure you would just love to be another's slave for a day." "Very well, sir."

The Masters chatted as they waited for the meal then even during it. They moved to the small auction room and sat in front as they waited for the expected slavers to show. Collector mentioned various ways to update the room then smiled as the first patron arrived. He sat back down as others came in quietly. Master Varuteux took his place at the announcer podium as the auctioneer took his. During the auction, Max won three bids on Huvulavians; all three would out live their Master by far since they were just barely fledglings. Collector got his claws on one bid, an albino Mitalin female. The main auction ended and the Branch Master nodded his way. Collector went to the stage and stood on the auction block as any slave would be forced to.

"Ladies and gentlemen of all races, today we have a special addition, Master Collector has offered himself up for sale for a day. You may recognize him as the Galaxy Show Champion. A prize indeed. The proceeds from the auction goes to betterment of the branch, specifically the auction house. Let's start the bidding at... fifty Azas." After ten bids the count down started. Collector spoke up. "Come on, people, I will be yours for the day. Be it breeding or personal sex slave, it matters not. I know my worth was over one hundred thousand Azas before I was freed. You have a bargain here!"

Several more bids shot up, he egged them on and finally got the bid to a thousand. He removed his shirt and started to flex for the crowd. One more bid shouted out, two thousand Azas, Collector looked at the bidder and smiled. Guard Elite Commander Michelle stood at the back of the room waving her credit chit. That ended the bids, she won. He stepped down and went back to his seat as the Branch Master closed the auction. Once the sales were completed and the new property, save one, was in new hands, everyone left. Michelle latched onto Collector with a smile as he got the titles for the four slaves he would be dragging home. He chuckled and patted the hard, painted nails that tried to dig into his scales.

"When?" "Pick me up tomorrow morning, you can tell me how to dress then." "I'll just tell you now, nothing." "Bare scale? I wonder what you have planned... Mistress." "I will make sure you return very tired and in need for a very long bath the next day." "Sounds like fun. Just no whips, please." "No promises." "Gee thanks."

At the mansion, Collector had Butch and Richard join him in the study; all three had a glass of scotch from a bottle they brought from home.

"Alright, Richard will be in complete control in the morning until the day after. Butch, I want you to be his assistant since you have done this type of thing before. I don't expect a detailed report, but I want to know about the trouble makers. This will test your leadership skills and your ability to be a slave Master. You have done well so far, so don't disappoint me." "I will do my best not to, sir." "I am glad to hear it. Butch?" "Have I ever failed you?" "Only once to my count, but that was due to father." "Indeed. And I would do it again should you ask it of me." "If it needs done... you are to do it." "May I ask what?" "If you get power hungry and attempt to claim anyone yours-other than Uki- he will put you into your place." "Ah." "If I was you, I would be writing up a plan for the day to keep everyone busy." "I figured we just go and spend the day outside." Collector nodded as he finished off his glass. "Well I am off to bed. I fear what plans are in store for me." "Good night, scale-butt." Butch chuckled. "Night, fur-butt." Collector left the two alone as he stripped down in the halls and put the temporary collar on.

Morning came, early, as he was pulled from his bed and a leash was attached to him. He gasped as flashbacks wracked his mind. A light came on and a hoof-like nail jabbed him in the snout.

"Wake up, my sexy little Iguana, your day has begun.

As he was dragged to his feet, the Zebra mare came into focus. She wore a low cut v-neck shirt and short shorts. He did not have the chance to greet her as a spade was shoved into his arms. She escorted him outside smiling.

"I bought a lot nearby, you are going to break the soil."

He was about to ask her why, but her tail swiped across his snout and stung the tender flesh under the small scales. Through the tree line, Collector followed his temporary Mistress in silence. Once they broke into a small treeless plot, Collector saw a Quarter horse stallion waiting for them with a shovel on his shoulder. He whinnied as he caught eye of the mare he dared call fiancé.

"Hey! Is that the Iguana that took you out?" "Yep, sure is. Now, I want you to strip and start digging. You have one hour to dig out the outline of the foundation of my new house. Get it done sooner and you both will be rewarded." "Aw, com'on, luv, ain't that the work of the crew comin' by?" "Nope, the rest of it is. Now dig!" "Yes, Mistress." Collector grinned and took a corner of the roped outline and started to dig a foot into the ground.

The stallion snorted, stripped, and then joined his companion. After an hour, the crew showed up and the two nude slaves went to their Mistress as she directed them to a spot out of sight of the crew.

"Mistress, may we have a drink before our next task?" Collector asked quietly. "I suppose you two do deserve your reward." Michelle unbuttoned her pants to reveal a pair of well oiled teats. "I have not been draining myself lately, drink up. No fighting now, there is plenty of milk." The stallion went rigid as he stared at the bare mammary. He shook himself as the lizard covered his view for a moment then joined in on the suckling as he knelt. Michelle moaned and gripped their heads as jets of her hot milk shot into their muzzles. Her knees shook slightly from the sheer joy of the taboo of having grown males suckle. She stared down at her future husband and wondered if he was as aroused as she.

"Have you two filled your bellies yet?" Collector broke away and nodded while his companion tried to slide his tongue further south. "Nope, not going to get that. There is something I want from you though, my slave. I want you... to give this lovely lizard a pony ride." "What?" The stallion asked. "You heard me, Ji'Raam, on all fours. Don't make me bring out my crop." The horse whimpered then dropped down, Collector climbed on his back and gripped the horse's mane. "Just so you know, I have never ridden bareback." Collector broke character long enough to give that tidbit. "Hold with your knees and tug the mane. Take him for a good run, my dear. I must see him wear down."

Collector did just that and held onto dear life as Ji'Raam started to move. Being of a Race of Burden, their four-legged span did not differ much from fore and rear legs. All that differed was the hooves that were the Naisian's feet, their hands were quite dexterous though the nails were just as hard as their hooves and just as deadly in a fight. In this case, the footing propelled the owner quickly while tossing the passenger about. Two hours of straight running in a circular path, Michelle called an end to the run. The stallion collapsed not caring that his rider still clung to his back. She smiled as she came over to the two and peeled the Iguana off the back of the horse. She rubbed the head of her scaly prize before working down his back and slowly moved down his back to his tail.

"I bet you are very sore after that how about a relaxing act, eh?" "What do you have in mind, Mistress?" "On your back, tail out straight." As Collector laid back, Michelle tugged on her fiancé's ear and got him to move closer to the lizard. "I am sure in all your years as a breeding stud you have had your fair share of training other males how to act during mating, correct?" "Y-yes." "Good, train this big male how to be the female. Him on top." She held her pants up as she lounged down beside the two to stare at the coarse hair on the strong tail of her stallion. She pulled her pants down to her knees and worked her tail free. "Enjoy the view, iggy, because he is not going to see it until we become legal." "It is a beautiful view, Mistress, my tail will be available should you have the need to use it." Collector smiled as the stallion snorted as he rearranged his large testicles to a more comfortable state. "Let's begin, by having you move that tail of yours. I do believe our lovely Mistress wishes to watch." "I did not donate to the orphanage for this, love." Ji'Raam huffed out. "Too late to back out. Lift it." She bent slightly to reach into a pocket and pulled out a collapsed riding crop, it snapped to full length loudly. His ears pivoted around at the sound, a moment later, his tail shifted to reveal his anus sitting right at Collector's vent. "Good, now just breath. I will put myself in slowly, once you get used to my size you can start."

Collector 'popped' his chosen shaft out and pressed it against the plump pucker. The horse squealed loudly as he was violated in one full thrust. Collector gently rubbed his partner's muzzle. The riding crop poked the stallion in the kidney, he jerked then started to pull himself up until his chilly partner nearly came out of him. He slowly dropped hissing in pain. Michelle used her crop to push the horse over so that his muzzle was next to the Iguana's. She smiled as she started to see her boy drop out of his sheathe. Once he was finally erect, she reached around his hip and pulled him into view and rubbed the thick shaft. He began to snort as the traditional trumpet flare started to take shape. A whinny sounded as the stream of semen started to spurt, she quickly turned the head so that the two males got covered in the big male's essence. Collector gasped and refused to hold back as he let loose his own within the pulsing anus. Collector cursed the stallion for being a 'Weak Ass' then proceeded to tell him how to extend his stamina to please all partners. The stallion, being a resident of Earth, knew the major pun and gave the 'one finger salute' to the Iguana. Collector chuckled as he pulled himself out of the horse.

"Shall the Mistress have her slaves change positions?" "What are you doing?" Ji'Raam whispered. "Only because my lovely little horsy is complaining. If I do not see a little bit of improvement, that collar on him may just be permanent. I do not mind a little pet sex every now and then." Michelle's smile made Collector shiver. The evilness behind it was just what her Hunter training was known for. "What!"

The outburst rewarded Ji'Raam a hefty smack with the riding crop. It left a very red whelp on his cheek. Collector winced then pulled himself free of the hips of the stallion then rolled over to present himself. He bit his tongue knowing he would be very sore considering the only male he had ever truly let mount him was Butch. Richard is inexperienced and fun, but most definitely not as big as his Wolf counterpart.

"Come, your filly is waiting." Michelle smiled even as Collector shook his head. "Yes, your... filly is good and ready." Collector did his best not to show his worry within his voice

With a heavy swallow, the stallion rose and positioned himself to mount the lizard. Ji'Raam whimpered as he pushed against the scales and entered the vent. The Iguana hissed as the large intrusion hit fast and went further than he was used to. He could not help but grunt as he felt his innards shift to make room for the already flared shaft. It did not take long for the stallion to let instincts take over. He began to pound the tail under him, his large sac smacked against the scales of Collector's inner thighs. Ji'Raam bit Collector's shoulder as the floodgates busted and filled the 'filly.' The flare and girth of the shaft kept the hot infusion of alien seed deep within the half human Iguana. A deep hiss came from the lizard as the horse pulled free and released the scales from his teeth. Ji'Raam panted then apologized for love bite. Collector just grunted as he lowered his tail. He barely looked up as the now fully dressed mare stepped in front of him with a smile.

"Excellent performance. As long as he performs like that for now on, I will not have problems with him. My little pony, get up. I cannot allow myself to put you up wet. So I will make you soaked. Pick him up then follow me."

Michelle led them over a small hill and revealed a muddy stream that came from Collector's large property. She pointed and the stallion reluctantly stepped into the clouded water with his scaly burden in his arms. After he dropped the lizard into the water, Ji'Raam slumped down to sit on the muddy bottom. The water came up to his pecks and soiled his fine fur. Collector returned to the surface coughing and cursing the horse.

"Now, now, that tongue needs a better use. Get out of that water and come to my side. I have something that needs licked clean."

Ji'Raam squealed then attempted to turn; he met a crop swinging for his face. It connected harshly and he only shrunk back and sunk down to his chin. Collector smiled as he crawled out and over to the Elite Commander as she dropped her pants and stepped free of them. He managed to keep from gasping as he found her bare fur delectable. Then she turned and dropped to all fours and flagged her tail, his long tongue nearly fell into the dirt.

"In all the years I have dreamed of this and now it has come true?? He muttered to himself as he approached cautiously. "Clean it out, long tongue." Michelle smiled as she looked back and wiggled her flanks.

Collector did not hesitate as he plunged his muzzle into the heavenly large loins. His snout slid in slightly, despite Collector wanting to shove his entire head into her, but he used his tongue to his advantage and began to lick the back of her gloriously tight tunnel. She moaned and pressed into his actions, she especially loved that he toyed with her cervix. But the true enjoyment came when the Iguana started to play with her winking clitoris, she squealed as her muscles clamped down on agile tongue. He continued his lapping, enjoying the flavor and the ambrosia she gave him. Once she calmed, he pulled out and licked his scales. The larger female panted lost to the afterglow, this allowed the male to continue on. But instead of going for her flush vulva, he licked the tight ring above it before planting a kiss directly on the flesh. A gasp sounded as the flesh tightened even more as an intrusion was felt. The slender, wiggling tongue did not press deep, but it did it's job as the recipient shuddered and clenched the organ. A whimper sounded as he pulled free.

"Mistress, may I have permission to dirty up my work?" Michelle looked behind her and saw that her little 'toy-for-the-day' had both of his proud organs standing tall. She saw them pointing to either side of his tail base and beet red. "Granted."

She moaned as she felt not one, but both shafts press into both tunnels, she squealed loudly as he pressed right in then pulled the flaring shafts out to the point of removal before slamming back in. For a lizard, she thought, he could pull off the mammalian side off well. He quickly brought her into a third orgasm, he kept beating through the clenching making her scream out his proper name. It did not register as he was on automatic as his body began to spasm and spill his essence into his partner. He pulled out then slowly crept down to lick her clean, she used her tail to stop him.

"This mess will stay, thank you for the fun." "As you wish." He took a couple of steps to the side and pulled himself back into his vent with a grin. The mare watched the simple act with awe, she then turned and rose. She embraced him. "You were great. If Ji'Raam does not make the cut, you will." "Lovely. I will remember this with all my heart." "I am glad, my adorable little scale-hide." Michelle nuzzled him, then started to dress. "Ji'Raam, five minutes more then I want you out and ready for a run, the day is almost done." A groan came from the stallion before ducking under the water. When he came up, he slung a handful of mud at the couple with a chuckle. Luckily the silt ball fell apart and slopped at Collector's tail. "Mistress?" "Leave him. He just earned himself a heavier rider." Michelle rested a hand on Collector's shoulder. "That's right, I am not afraid to admit I am heavier than an Innodiate. Now, get up and ready yourself for mounting, pack mule."

A loud curse from the stallion sounded as he returned to dry land. He snorted and gripped the soil under his nails as he waited for his fiancé to climb onto his back. She did not hesitate when it came to plopping her full weight on her steed. But when she scooted back with her hand outstretched to her toy, did the stallion realize he was in a very deep hole. Collector mounted up then Michelle wrapped her arms around him. Her body heat felt rather pleasing to the chilling air.

"To the manor, horse." Michelle gave Ji'Raam a strong nudge in the side with her hoof then smiled.

Once they arrived, Richard was shocked to see them, but Michelle told the Fox that neither were free of their obligations yet. She then told Collector that she wanted a grooming. Collector took her to his, or rather, her room then dug out his mammal grooming kit. He pulled a chair to the middle of the open floor and waited.

"You may skip the chair, the grooming is not for me... yet. Our steed is caked in mud, and I am sure the staff will not like him dirtying up the place." "Very well, Mistress." He smiled as he put the chair back then went back to the supplies and pulled out arm length gloves. "Shall I empty his bowels as well, Mistress?" Collector had never seen a Naisian tuck their tail between their legs before until now. It was rather amusing. "Let me know if you fell anything unusual about him I shall be dressing down for my turn, minus the glove work." "Yes, Mistress." "Damn you, lizard." Ji'Raam returned to all fours and allowed the Iguana to lead him to the middle of the room. "For that, you are allowed to stretch him with both arms." "Yes, Mistress." Collector grinned as he came around to the stallion's muzzle and began to brush him.

He did not linger with the brushing, his goal was to remove the mud, not make him shine. He put away the brushes then grabbed the waste basket and put it behind the stallion's hind legs. After the gloves went on, Collector did not waste time to thrust his arm into the anus. Ji'Raam gasped, his leg twitched, Michelle was faster at moving than him. She laid a heavy smack across the bridge of the stallion's nose and warned him against kicking. The first initial dung load was removed into the can, now was the fun part for the Iguana. He slowly pressed both hands into the flexing muscle then began to spread the meat. A grunt from the horse meant that Collector had hit the nerve just right to cause a painful bliss on his victim. He looked down the tunnel only to find something odd he pulled one arm free then went searching with the other. He found what he sought and felt a solid knot under the muscle lining.

"Michelle, your fiancé might have an enlarged prostate. He needs a proper checkup." "What?" Came from both Naisian. "This was just for meanness, but I think I might have just saved you from cancer. Call this in; I urge you while he is still in your command so he cannot refuse." "Fine, play time is over. Little Richey, tell your driver he's needed, we are going to the Guild Doctors." Collector went to the door sighing. "Can we not go to a real doctor?" "No, the Guild is cheaper for one and, two, you are registered as a temporary slave." "Fine. But I left my clothes at the build site." "And?" "I am not going to parade my junk around for people to see." "That would matter if they were going to see it. You will be on all fours the moment you get out of the car."

At the Guild House, Michelle and Collector waited quietly in the lobby as the doctors examined the stallion. She had her hand under Collector's quickly donned loincloth and was toying with his manhood inside his vent.

"Just between us, I am glad that it happened earlier... at the creek." "Oh?" Collector answered. "I will be honest, I had a thing for you, but was never?? "Brave enough to ask?" "Yeah. Do you think this will hurt the little bit of relationship we have?" "No." "I was going to surprise you at your official ceremony, but I requested to be your personal bodyguard. They accepted surprisingly quick." "They more-than-likely knew about your crush on me." "Doubtful, I never made a record of personal matters. I will officially start when you get your badge." "Badge?" "Technically, it is a pin they wear. Have you never noticed Niah's collar? She still wears hers." "Uh.... No, I never paid attention." "Good, that is the purpose of them. Only seen when they made known. I do not know the full benefits, but it gives discounts at Guild markets and you receive an excellent health plan if you don't make enemies." "We all have enemies somewhere. It comes with being a Slaver. Many do not see us as a judicial punishment, but a severe way of life." "And that is why there is the public relations department, you get to host public events such as shows, galleries, and even galas." "That seems a little dated." "You travel as much as I and you will see that not all worlds are as advanced as Earth or Shik'ah Prim." "Noted." Michelle smiled as she felt her little toy thump within her grip. She pulled her hand free as she heard the nurse enter the waiting room.

"High Commander?" "Is it bad?" "Afraid so, your temporary slave does have prostate cancer. We cannot treat him here, but we are willing to arrange transport if you break his contract it is the only way to get him his gene treatment." "It was only verbal between us. Though a Lesser Councilman who outranks him can void it in the system." Collector crossed his arms with a grin. "Fine... I release you. Now go void the temporary contract for me." "Show me to a Stellarnet terminal." "This way, sir."

When Collector came back to Michelle, he came with a warm robe and a slight bounce in his step. She looked at him for a moment then saw the nurse come back into the room with written directions to the public hospital. She started to rise but he just sat on her lap with a grin.

"What are you doing?" "Thing is, my contract is with myself. Your release does nothing, but the order did. So, Mistress, my companion will be fine and you still have not gotten the grooming you asked for. Shall we head back so that you may receive it? The doctors shall call when he is ready to be picked up. I gave them my personal number, and I do not give that easily?" Michelle snorted then rubbed her muzzle. "Will there be an estimated time?" "Tomorrow morning. So while he is getting treatment, we still have time for some play. Roger just needs the word and we go back to the mansion and have my room all to ourselves for another... six or so hours before midnight." "Very well, I was hoping to make him lick my hooves clean." "I know of a substitute that you can use for that." "Right that criminal... it would be fun. But let's not, I think Max's colt would be better than him." "Suit yourself." "Besides, there is so much more I can do to you now that he cannot complain about it. Up, my little toy and fetch me that human." Michelle chuckled. "But that robe stays." "Yes, Mistress." Collector rose then went to pull Roger away from the magazines he was thumbing through with only a slight complaint.

As soon as they were on solid ground at the mansion, they heard a Fox howl then a chorus of howls from Wolves. They followed the noise to find Richard and his cousins wrestling. Max and the rest of the family cheered him and Butch on. Michelle just shook her head as she dragged Collector inside without anyone seeing them.

"Wrestling Butch is going to get him hurt?? Collector finally said as he watched the delectable Zebra strip down to her thin fur coat. "Worry about him tomorrow. Tonight your focus is on making my fur shine. Start brushing." Collector chuckled as he found his previously discarded brushes. "Yes, Mistress."

He took his time over the next two hours to brush and oil her fur. Then he filed, oiled, and buffed her hooves before adding a light coat of polish that matched her red streaks. When it came to the bare flesh, Collector made it painfully slow as he oiled her teats, vulva, and anus. Michelle moaned at his touch. She whimpered when he finally stopped. She looked at the wall clock and saw that several hours had passed from the start of this.

"It is done, my Mistress." Collector bowed before putting away the tools. "I... I have never looked this good in my life. Thank you." "T'was my duty." A smile began to show upon the scaled face. Michelle was speechless. "It is time for you to rest. I shall retrieve the bed warmer." "No need. I want you by my side." "As you wish."

Collector went to the bed and crawled under the sheets and blankets to leave her room in the bed. The mare climbed under the lifted linens then pulled the overly caring lizard close to her. Before long, she was breathing lightly, leaving Collector basking in her heat and musk. She had pulled his tail between her legs and had him positioned to where his vent rubbed her slightly winking vulva. He tempted fate and relaxed the muscles to allow one shaft out for her to rub against in her sleep. It did not take long before he felt her tail push down and force the space smaller sending his flesh into her body a little at a time. He dared not move, so he let her body do everything. The muscles clamped involuntarily on the intrusion, sucking the meat further in. He did his best not to moan, but he did let every bit of control of his orgasms go out the window in just the thrill that he had the hottest female in the Guild in his bed holding his bare form in a throe of slumbered sex. He clamped his tongue as he felt the hardened form of a seminal plug pass through his system and insert itself within the mare. He just hoped that they were not compatible so that they would not break her vows with her future spouse. Even so, it was done under a slave contract. By morning, he had seeded her slumbering form numerous times. He was on the verge of dehydration, but was very proud of it. She moaned as she woke feeling the shaft embedded within her.

"Well, I see you did your best to keep both of us warm through the night. But this does mean the contract is over." "That it does. What now?" Collector licked her cheek as she pulled him even closer. "One more round before breakfast?"

He chuckled as he finally let his training out and pleasure her mammal body. They both enjoyed the joining one last time, despite the fact they had been joined throughout the night, and bred one last time. Richard came knocking and asked for permission to enter just as they parted.

"E-enter." Collector stammered. "Sir." Richard had a black eye and a couple of bruises showed through his fine fur on his chest. "The meal is ready and I will see that your bath shall be drawn afterwards." "Thank you. Richard, I would prefer that you would join me for that bath. As she promised, I am very sore." He chuckled as he gave her a nuzzle before rising up and donning a robe. "Very well, sir. Would you like me to stay outside to assist you downstairs?" "I think we can manage, thank you." Collector waited for the Fox to walk away from the door before offering his lovely mare a robe. "I am sure you do not want the family to see you in the buff." I think they will know what went on throughout the night anyway. I sure can smell your musk on my hide." "I'm glad to leave my mark." He watched her rise then take the robe from his grip before donning her shorts. "Don't need someone sticking their nose under my tail, after all, it is rather full down there." "What are the chances you think you may become pregnant?" "If I am to be thinking positively, three percent at most. Genetically, we are far too different, but then that's what everyone said about humans and they are the most diverse breeders known so far." "You have to know what I am." "I do, half blood. Which is why I am not worried. Only one of your spawn ended up with human qualities and that female was questioned about human rape." "What happened?" "Euthanized in the end along with the hatchling. She was a tainted slave in the eyes of the Master." "Damn." "Tell me about it, she was a gorgeous Chameleon." "Sh-Sherri?" "I do believe that was the name. I'm sorry." "Yeah... me too." "Come on, let's go eat." "Yeah."

They met up with the rest of the family and joined in on the feasting. As said, Richard helped his Master to the private bath and helped him clean.

"Richard, how was yesterday? I saw you and Butch wrestle, I would like the outcome of that along with the report." "Surprisingly, I won the fight by default. Butch stepped out of the ring. Other than that, only that Mouse gave me any real trouble. Niah put the fear back in him once she caught him. I think she may have broken his tail." "You did not discipline him?" "I did, twenty lashes to the rump." "I question him later. Right now, I am just wanting a good scrub if you are willing." "I am always willing to scrub my Master clean." "Brownnoser." Collector shook his head. "That's what Butch tells me. But my nose is black?? "Brownnosing just means, in short, to play nice with your boss in order to rise through the ranks quicker. Though you are already at the top, so this is just kissing ass for the sake of it." "Hm, well if any asses are going to be kissed, it should be yours." Collector sighed, "Let's put that energy into scrubbing me." "Gladly."

Richard finally closed his muzzle and started to gently clean his Master. It did not take long to scrub the scales clean, though the Fox received a smack for attempting to clean out his Master's cloaca. He whimpered as he was told that he was using his claws to pry open the flesh instead of asking. As the Fox moved on, a knock perked the Master's interest.

"Who is it?" "It is Niah." The muffled voice broke through the closed door. "Enter." As she did so, she carried a small mobile holo-projector into the room. "Sir, the Council requests your presence. I brought the small Comm so you will not offend anyone. Zi is already present through his spare." "Thank you, will you stay or join him?" "Neither, this is a request for the Council not us. So I must pull Richard from your side, he shall wait outside."

Collector sighed then waved his Fox on before activating the device. The scene that enveloped his sight was the Council room at Earth, but he had never seen it from this angle before. He realized that he was in his dedicated seat.

"Thank you for joining us, Regents. Today we shall be discussing public events and security for the two new public faces of the Guild. Your advisors were asked to withhold themselves to extend a more secure connection as we have had some issues with infighting lately. Today's silent guest is our calligrapher so your voices shall be shielded to further protect identities. "We shall begin with the issues of security. As of now, two members are on the same property and are considered the most secure of the entire High Council. We asked for representatives to show for this meeting to ensure their security will not be broken. We of the High Council wish to know if the Regents are capable of sharing any training the security their charges have at their disposal. "Regent Seven?" Councilman One spoke loudly making sure he enunciated slowly. "The security has been trained rather well. I have noticed show armor along side Elite armor working with the locals to secure the Council members and ensure absolute safety." "Regent Ten, do you concur with this?" "The training is dated, but effective. I have... advised updating all standards for complete safety." "Noted. On to the second part. The training of the assistants. How are they rated?" "Seven's is well trained yet needs to be updated on new jobs. Ten's is still in progress, estimated completion is seven weeks." "I would have to agree. There are some subjects the Council members will need assistance to teach what they cannot. We will get with our charges and assets what needs to be asked for when they return to Earth." Collector mentioned cautiously. "Same will be for further lessons for themselves as new policies are being put in place." "Agreeable for all of us, Regent. One last issue, the war has rewarded us a unique slave. Unfortunately, for the slave's cooperation, it has requested to be placed with its spawn. We cannot allow this directly." "The young Slaver Brenson would do well with a flyer to keep up with his mentor." "I second the Regent's vote." Char'zi shifted oddly, or his holo-projector was moved until he fixed it. "Any objections?" Councilman One paused as he looked around the room. "Let it be on record that a minor Slaver shall receive a Guild Gift and be placed as a low level Lesser member." "That same Slaver has accepted the role of liaison to the Valhan Alpha Council." "Then the Gift is well earned. It shall be waiting for him on Earth." "I will share that he is needed at his temporary home." "Very well, Regent. Budgeting is the next subject??

Two hours later, Collector was free of the projector and was able to dress for the day. Even if it was just a pair of sweats so that he can pass judgment of others. He made his way outside making sure his personal Comm was with him. Richard barely left his side until the frustrated Iguana rose his voice. When he was finally alone, he stared at the cloudy, violet sky. Max sat beside his mentor in silence for a while before clearing his throat.

"Rain is coming, I can smell it." "Is it acidic?" "No, not like Earth's." "I was planning on leaving you here overseeing everything, but the Council has something planned for you." "You're not going to tell me, are you?" "Why spoil the surprise. Tell you what, though, me and you are going for a flight." "Really?" "Why not, we deserve some peace and viewing the rain from above will be fun."

Max shrugged then followed his superior to find Tara pacing the bedroom. She looked at the two males that entered her space. Without a spoken word, the dragoness walk by them rumbling deeply within her chest. Dianos came rushing up with a basket in his mouth full of cooked meat and bread. He sat it down when she pushed him aside.

"What is going on?" Collector asked. "She's on edge. The process has started and she will be irritable for a while. When she gets depressed will be when I will call upon you as the laying will be within hours. I will be honest, it is happening far faster with her than mother and I am pushing myself to the limits to keep her from destroying anything." "Drag her outside. I want to take a flight, Max will fly with you." "I... uh... sure. At once, sir." "Do you think it would be safe for her?" "Mostly you... It will be" "Take Max, I'll go after her." "I do hope she will listen to you right now."

Collector nodded then left the drake with the Wolf. It did not take long to find the large female growling at the décor. He watched her for a moment to judge her attitude and pondered if it was safe to interfere. He cleared his throat and stayed outside of striking range. She turned and grinned loosely at him.

"Are you well?" "Define 'well.' I am sure my brother has told you what is going on." "He did. Come, you need an escape and I wish to be with you for a while." "Flight?" "Yes." "I will attempt it." "If it becomes too much, just say so."

Tara nodded then followed her mate out back where she found Max and Dianos waiting on them along with a basket of food. Dianos pushed it towards them with his tail. He urged her to eat. She was going to refuse until Collector picked up the meat and shoved it into her arguing maw. She swallowed the meat whole then snorted. He glared at her, then started to climb onto her back. She apologized then moved to a suitable spot to take to the air. Dianos and his rider followed. They leveled off above the trees and glided side-by-side. They flew to town and watched the storm roll in. By the time it came close to the mansion, they were back on the ground and going inside. When the door closed, the rain began to pour. Max left to make sure his slaves were still inside.

"Feel better?" Collector whispered. "A little." "Then how about a little reprieve? If you and your brother agrees to it." "I'm afraid to ask." "Well, I wish to have his semen counted and studied. To collect a proper sample he will need a proper stimuli and you are the only proper female. He would be covered and it would be pure pleasure for you." "But it would be my brother..." She groaned and turned to Dianos whom gawked at their Master. "What do you think?" "We are slaves..." "And I gave you a choice." "I'll do it. Sis?" "As long as we are not a show piece." Tara sighed and flexed her folded wings slightly. "In my room, just us three." "No Richard?" "No Richard, promise." "Tonight then." "Why not now?" Dianos shuddered as he thought about the coming act. "Fine. Let's get what we need." "I already have the collection device in my trunk, it... came with my last Guild delivery. I just had to think of how I would get the task done. Let's go." "You mean do it in a way that would not get you bitten." Tara huffed. "No, I was instructed to force you to be his mounting pad for collection. As you know... I could not allow myself to force you into that position." "Then I am glad. Let's just get this over with while I am still in a decent mood."

The three went upstairs and entered the Master's room. The nester, whom was dusting, was dismissed and Collector went to his trunk to pull out a sealed package that was nearly as big as his own head. He sighed and opened it as he took it Dianos. Dianos shivered slightly then revealed himself so that he may get his latex sheathe on. He contorted himself to look at his phallus, the thing on his blood-filled shaft looked dark blue. Collector patted the meat as he made sure it would not break.

"Alright, it's on. Let's get this Council demand over with."

Dianos looked at his sister as she turned tail and spread her hind legs. Her head was nearly resting on the floor as she tried to hide her disgust. He said nothing as her reared up and placed himself between her wings and shoved himself gently into her. A gasp came from Tara as her brother met her forbidden depths.

"Disateradae, unc ji tuc lu?" Dianos asked quietly before giving her neck a lick. "Nisc. Dianos, ju dem notcra pim." Tara looked at Collector. "He's big." "Not bad for your first proper male, right sis?" "Just do your thing."

He grunted then started to thrust, her flagged tail smacked loudly against his thin scales. The moans that the act brought made the male push harder. Considering this was for the collection purposes Dianos did not attempt to hold back. All he had to do was seed the plastic device then pull out. Which happened sooner than he hoped. He rested upon her back as he waited for his orgasm to subside. As soon as he pulled out of Tara, Collector wiped the condom dry then took it off and tied it then placed it in a small vacuum tube that would freeze the semen.

"Tara, if you want the touch of a proper male. I can get more condoms for him... unless you want him to sire young." "I will keep that in mind. Though if I do allow him to touch like that again, he better get me off as well." "I can get back in there if you wish." Tara growled, but did not lower her tail. "I did not hear a 'no.'" "Enough, you two. The Council got what they wanted. I want her pregnancy to go well." "That ends now. They are coming now." "Great, I broke her. Can you make it to the nest?" Tara growled, her lips started to bulge. "Drasc kim!" Dianos cursed then did his best to pull on the nest. "Catch the eggs, keep them the way they come out." "Dianos," Collector was already ready to catch. "There is no egg on this one. As soon as you get that closer, grab a towel and Karen." Dianos panicked, he pranced for a moment before rushing to the door and shouting out for Karen. The bedmate came in a second later while shaking her head. "Silence your male, Master, I shall assist better than he." "Thank you. Water and towels. I... have this part. Head is free, Tara, just keep breathing; the shoulders shall be the hardest." As he supported the little, green scaled head, he rubbed Tara's legs with his tail.

She let a roar break free as pain wracked her body. Karen rushed in and found herself crowded by a hyperventilating brother Draskin. She flat-out backhanded the male.

"If you cannot help get out." "Al...alright." "Good. Go help her get water and towels."

As the two slaves went about their task at speed, Karen looked under the birthing female to inspect the canal.

"She was mating before this, wasn't she." "Yes." "Dianos broke her water. Better to happen here than at home. Scoot. Tara, when I say, I want you to push." Karen shoved her hands into the canal and grabbed the youngling. "Push."

Tara screamed as she pushed with all her might. Karen pulled on the newborn and had it free. Tara huffed, her forelegs shook, and she looked weary. Karen looked at the green scaled babe then held it upside down before smacking its backside. It began to cry out. Karen then handed the babe over to the father before spreading the mother's vent open and peered inside.

"There is more coming. Try to lay on your side."

Tara slowly did just that; Karen moved her tail and massaged the aggravated clitoris to help ease the pain. The motions induced the next birthing. This one was a live birth as well. Collector took an offered towel as the two slaves returned. As he cleaned his spawn, he looked at the small contents of the little one's vent. Male, he muttered then watched Karen work on the second. His son squirmed in his arms, he sat the little one within the nest then went to grab the second as Karen broke it free. Once the maroon scaled newborn was in the father's arms, Karen felt Tara's stomach and smiled. Once she re-positioned herself, she shoved her arm within the mighty beast and grabbed the afterbirth and gently tugged it free. With a final scream, Tara was free of the pregnancy.

"That was very quick. Leave it to an egg bearer to make live birth seem easy. Congrats, you two. Fifty bucks says that second one is a girl." "Good thing I'm not a gambling man. 'Cause you are correct, madam." He sat the little one beside her brother. "Well, I'll be damned... I actually have my young for once. I can be a true father t-" "Not so fast, boy. Remember your contract." Char'zi leaned against the door with a smile. In his grip was a rolled file. "After their first meal, they will be branded as breeders. They will not leave your household, but they cannot be released until the age of twenty." "Oh, come on... fine, fine. Twenty... twenty long years. As long as I can teach them some things other than sex." "No. Not until they are seven. Here, as promised. The title." "You had that the entire time!" Tara growled then whimpered as she tried to move. "Indeed. Now, I have your brander and I set it to add the breeder stamp to your house icon. Since they are the size of a six year old Innodiate they need to be branded before the scales harden." "How shall we feed them?" "I'll fetch some meat for my niece and nephew." Dianos sighed then moved towards the door but was stopped by the Cheetah. "Niah." "Here you go, big boy. Next time I want a ride." Niah came around the corner with a basket filled to the brim with chopped meat. "Maybe if our Masters approve it, we can have a go now." "Down, girl, he's had enough for the day." Collector shook his head as he took the basket from the gaping maw of drake. "Very well," Niah sighed then pushed by to go see the little ones. "They take after their father. Looks like I win the Council bet." "Niah, hush." Char'zi chuckled then came into the room. "Somehow I am not surprised. So, you old cat, how shall we go about this?" "Feed them first then you can brand them."

With a sigh, the new father started to wave the small chunks of meat in front of the tiny noses. They snapped eagerly at the offerings until their bellies swelled. Tara came over and licked them clean before allowing Char'zi near them. She growled as she saw the tool being handed over.

"Tara, you may leave if you wish." "No, I... I wish to be the one to mark them. They are of my flesh, it is my duty to ensure they are not harmed by others." Collector looked to his peer then offered the device to his female. "After this we shall name them." "You can name your son. I want my daughter to be known as 'Riscadom,' or Red Heart." "Try to think of an easier Standard, many would take that as a male name." "Sis, how about Merrla after our aunt?" Tara looked at the submissive male and nodded. "Sky Fire it shall be and Merrla will be the Standard, she liked that anyway." Tara rolled her daughter onto her belly then pressed the brander onto the small of the little's back. The hiss of burning flesh stunk up the room and the cries filled the room. Then she did her son, Collector sniffed loudly as he could not hold his emotions back any longer. Tara looked at him after the device cycled off. "Gregory Thomas. In honor of my father..." "Are you sure about that, Richard?" Char'zi looked at the Iguana with very little concern. "I am certain. There is no way I am going to call him 'Junior' after all I have been through." "Not even Henry?" "No." He turned to the female he originally intended on breeding. "Keep them warm. Tara, go lay down and rest. Karen, thank you for the assistance. If you excuse us, Dianos and I need a stout drink and celebrate."

Collector went to his luggage and placed the file inside with a smile. Afterwards the two walked away leaving everyone else behind. Once in the study, Dianos looked around in awe before drawing his attention to the glasses that were being filled. "I guess this means we are technically brothers. So let us celebrate as such." Dianos smiled as he sat on his haunches close to the table and carefully grabbed the fragile glass. "To life, both old and new." "To life!" The two poured the liquor into their muzzles and chuckled afterwards. "Think she will let you tap that tail again?" "Only if you are in the room. I saw her face, she enjoyed the... um... taboo, I think it's called, of having me in her." "If Max gets a female, how would you react?" "Depends on the female. Age, health, the works." Collector bit his tongue and then sighed. "I have some news... most likely nothing you would like to hear. Something we must keep from your sister for now." "What happened?" "Your father." "What!?" "Killed." "W-what about-" "She will be in Max's care. She traded her full cooperation to be near you both. Do you want more bourbon now?" "Please. Dianos sat the glass down and was surprised when he was handed the bottle. "I hope he went down fighting." "I did not get the details. I doubt you want to hear them from me anyway." "Disateradae will react badly to this. I believe your Standard would say disaster is part of her name." "I don't know about that, but I have seen enough of her temper to agree with you." Collector watched the drake drain the bottle in two gulps then sit the glass down. "Promise me that you will not do that to my young." "I own your title, chap. So, yes, I can promise that it will not happen. Just be wary that they may be bred, but I will never register them as breeders." "That is all I can hope for." Dianos slumped, his nose nearly touched the floor. "Cheer up. You still have plenty of family left. I know it hurts, losing your father. But at least you did not shove a dagger into his heart to end the suffering of two hundred slaves and Tenders all due to the suffering of the loss of your life mate..." "You..." "Yes. I would hope Richard would do the same should I go insane with grief. What made me go through it... was that he killed the female I was to call my mate. I hate myself daily for such an act, but that is what keeps me who I am instead of what society wants me to be." "Why are you telling me this?" "I need it off my shoulders and you need to know that you are not alone with such burdens. Mine may be heavier, but we share it all the same. Just know that he did love you both. I got that much through the conversation him and Tara had on board the Spartan. I must ask you a promise now, love your children no matter who their dame is.""I shall comply to that.""That is all I hope for with you." Collector rose and went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of local liquor. "Ready for something stouter? I know I am.""Sure, but let's keep the bottle away from me. I have never been much for being drunk, but today..." "Bringing it."

The two drank away the day, by supper, the two stumbled out calmly and went to the dinning room to put a little food in their drunken forms. Neither would reply to any questions directed to them, but they did assure that they were happy and would sleep well through the night. Tara was the one that forced the Master onto her brother's back then pushed the drunken drake back to the bedroom after the meal. She sighed then forced both males onto the bed and covered them with the blankets before joining her fellow female on the nest. Snores were quickly heard from the bed making the females laugh as they coddled the babes. Niah, earning a hiss as she entered the room, sat beside the nest and looked upon the two babes.

"I hope mine are this cute. Hope you don't mind me wanting to test-drive your brother." "His exploits are his own. But I would recommend you wait for your pregnancy to come full term first. He literally broke into my egg chamber and started the laying." "I think you are more mammal than you want to believe, sister. Why else would you have a live birth? Tara wanted to growl at the comment the Mouse gave her, but her body would not comply; in fact it agreed with the female. "Who knows, that may be true. But I am of a race that lays both, though eggs are more common." Niah sighed as she stroked the back of the infant girl. "I wonder if Char'zi will let them have play dates." "You're not afraid that my young might try to eat yours?" Tara licked her son as he rolled over. "A little. I trust your teachings though. Besides, I am far too sexual to keep children around me for long." "What about now?" "Vibrator." The Iguana hissed. "Really! You have to say it like that?" "She asked." "Still why would you say something like that? Especially around children?" "Children that was only born a few hours ago." "Leave, prey, if you cannot-" "Shut your trap, Niah and her Master are guests. We do not have the authority to dismiss them." Tara huffed. "I still don't want that language around any hatchlings in my care." "You do know that in a couple of days their training starts, right?" Niah smiled at the little lizard. "Less than that, my dear. As soon as our young Master sobers up enough to wake, bring him and the young to me." Char'zi had snuck up on the trio of females and peered over the backside of the Draskin. "As you command, my loving Master." "Damn straight. You two get some rest, Niah will watch over them." Tara growled, but followed the directions given. The nester sniffed then curled around the infants as Tara moved towards the bed.

When Collector stirred, Niah had both little hybrids in her arms while sitting in a chair. Collector hissed as he sat up and rubbed his head. He looked around the room slowly and saw Niah with his children. He stood and took his daughter from her.

"Char'zi wants you and them. He should be in his room. If I was you, I would stay in that robe. Don't fear, you won't be asked to breed with them... yet. I'll be close by to lend a paw." "As much as I appreciate that, I can control myself better than that." "My paw won't be for you, but this little guy. My filed paw will be better on his fresh flesh." "Ah. I see." He stroked the still soft scales of his daughter before returning his gaze upon the Yoasun. "Let's get this over with, Niah." "Right."

He was silent during the short walk down the hall, he internally sighed when Niah opened the door and went in. He followed her and closed the door with his tail then found a chair. Char'zi, whom had a large heating pad on the floor, uncurled and stretched as any house-cat would then smiled at the lizard. "Ah, the heat does a body good, want to try?" "No, thank you. I have two Draskin to lay on. Now, she tells me the training is to begin before they can even crawl." "More yours than theirs?" Char'zi stood and dropped his robe nonchalantly to reveal the fresh scars. "They look better, I now know what it feels to be beaten. I don't think I will ever touch a whip when angry again in my life. I have you to thank for that. For now, give the child to Niah. You learned much from your life as a stud, not to mention your own orgies. Now, we shall see if you can display that knowledge. I have a volunteer female from your extended family coming. You shall act as the Breeder and I the stud. Afterwards, I will give my verdict."

During the cat's talking, a female Broacay, a variant of the bat race, came in and stood silently, her breasts stood prominently with her leathery wings folded gently at her side. He motioned her forward, her loincloth dropped as she walked by her newest Master. She was a capture from a Black Market Hunter and just fell into the wrong clutches.

"Dontra reporting for duty." She said in a harsh voice. Her eyes stared into Collector not showing any hint of the cliché blindness her feral kind are thought of. "Thank you for showing, Dontra, please make yourself ready for mating." Collector looked over the naked form and was rather intrigued. He could tell her body was made for back mounting. Her big ears twitched before she looked towards the ceiling. "Sorry, you must stay on the floor. Lay on your back." "Yes, my Master."

Collector turned to the cat and hesitated briefly before going to his patch kit and pulling out a pair of gloves and slipping them on. He then grabbed some sterilizing wipes and went to the bat and began to wipe down her vulva. He went to Char'zi afterwards and made the cat hiss as the sheathe was cleaned with the potent alcohol based wipes, but the hissing came when Collector stuck the wipe just inside the flesh to clean the rim. This brought a smile to the lizard then he proceeded to pull the cat via the testicles to his female. Collector order the male to mount up as he pushed him down. He directed the cat's shaft into the tender female part then grinned as he began to thrust. With a gloved digit, Collector shoved a claw into the cat's anus and found the variant of the prostate and began to squeeze it. The Cheetah howled at the intrusion then Collector felt the telltale pulse of the male's orgasm it ended quickly and the cat jumped away from his mate gasping for air.

"Thank you, you are dismissed. Though you might be called upon in the future to similar processes. You stay on my good side and the males will be of your choosing." "Thank you, Master." Char'zi did not cover himself until the door closed once more. "Shit! Where did you learn how to do that?" "Most mammals have some form of a prostate gland, it is just a matter of knowing where to find it on your males. Valhanians are behind the 'stink' gland, getting to it requires long fingers of a vibrator of a decent size." Char'zi limped to his pad and slumped down. "My ass is going to be sore, but damn it was worth it. Now, I am satisfied of the collective decision of having you as my successor. Damn... alright, now you need to get the male used to being fondled. I know Niah told you she was to be your hand, but I can trust you not to harm him." "He's my flesh and blood, I would slice off my own tail before I would harm him in such a way." "Good to know. Let's see if he takes after his father or his uncle." "His uncle. I already checked that. But he does have some interesting edges that shows his bloodline. I cannot wait for him to mature and fully see the flare." "Hoping to get a bit of jealous of him?" "No. No, only pride that I can sire a male that can fill any female to her utmost capacity." Collector chuckled in a moment of silence. "Though if they sprout wings, I will be jealous." "We will just have to see. Now, the male..." Collector huffed then took his son from Niah and brought him to the warming pad and sat beside the bare-furred cat. He sat down and had his son in his lap. "Just so you know, I do not like doing this."

Collector rubbed his son's front and slowly moved down to his cloaca. His son did not squirm until his vent was invaded and his sensitive flesh was brought out to the cooler air. The father hushed his light whines and began to stroke the tiny, immature phallus. Only when the fussing stop did the fondling stop, then Collector took his little claw and gently stretched the vent open before slipping it in as far as he dared. He found himself enjoying the training a little too much.

"How long each day?" "Until he can do it himself, an hour a day. Now it is time to break in your daughter. To break any kind of barrier, start with the Coondicana baculum." "Really? A Raccoon dick? You want my daughter's virginity taken by a damn bone taken from a slave..." "You could squeeze yourself into that little body, I am sure she can handle most of you considering she is the size of a six year old Innodiate... and I know that is when they first start their cycle..." "Fine, I rather take it then a bone from a potentially ailed slave." "Niah."

The Mouse switched the children and shook her head in disapproval as she went to go sit back down in her chair with the young male. Collector turned Merrla to him and kissed her brow before letting his shaft hit her warm scales. He kissed her once more before bracing her with one arm and with the other he directed his shaft into her vent. She giggled, but otherwise was not responsive to his intrusion. He lifted her up and started a slow motion. He watched the connection between their bodies, she had half of his shaft within her. He moaned as her body squeezed. He could not hold back, his orgasm flooded her to the point of it starting to dribble out and showing brightly against her maroon scales. The little female let a purr-like growl out as she reached for her father.

"How sweet; she loves her Master fucking that tiny little hole." "Watch the language. I do not tolerate the family saying words like that, and I sure will not tolerate it from you." "That is even better. You will learn I have a way of pushing buttons." Char'zi grinned and then rolled onto his back. "You think what you're doing to bad, just wait until you have children with your children and training them to be breeders." "No thanks. I already have a clutch growing in a youngling that I intended on selling off." "I hear a 'but' there. What do you have in mind?" "I might just give the Council these eggs. I was raped, I rather not have this clutch near me." "Oh great Ji'Graa... you are seriously considering that?" "I will have her present the eggs herself. That little bitch will learn not to cross me one way or another." "So you are willing to give away your only legal young to slavery?" Collector was silent for several minutes as he closed his eyes and thought. "Very. I would rather be able to have young from a proper mate then a barely pubescent youngster." Char'zi stood and grabbed his robe and covered himself before hobbling back to his successor. "You have some dark issues, but I understand. Come, you need some water after your binge with that drake." "Why not. It may even help getting rid of my hangover."

Char'zi led the way to the kitchen and for the first time since he woke, Collector realized that it was the middle of the night. He smiled as the cat poured himself of some kind of milk and began to lap at the cup. He drew a cup of ice water then fixed a kettle to boil. He sat quietly as he waited for the telltale whistle of the kettle; after the tea began to steep, he finally sighed.

"Do you think I am coming off as a harsh parent?" "Can't say, I don't even know that feeling yet. But giving away young is harsh, maybe you should consider something else." "What would you do?" "Adoption for one, I abhor putting children into slavery. Unless, of course, it is due to criminal judgment. The thing is, children given to the Council usually do not last beyond the age of twelve." "As much as I hate to say it... good.... This clutch is an abomination. I will not be able to be normal if they are around me." "I will personally refuse one. Let the others have their toys." "Thanks. In the morning, I will gave the port and have the ship readied. Now that the pregnancy is full term, I will only be taking three with me. Dianos promised to help me with his sister when she receives the news." "Wise. Who will be watching your slaves?" "I will ask Karen to do so as I will have Roger join us. Mostly to sign part of the manor over to him. They need a vacation home after all. Especially if they decide to have young." "Did you not build that place from the ground up?" "Indeed. Which is why I shall rent it to them, or others, while I am fortifying my place here. Besides, you have seen this world. They need a high ranking individual here to guide them while the liaison guides his people to a better understanding of our ways. If I remember correctly, Valhan voluntarily joined the Commune and yet they barely show any signs of the Unity nor the galactic government." "Very true. I do believe you would be a fine diplomat if you choice... especially since your face will not be hidden from the public." "Neither will yours, Mister P.R." "On the contrary, I will be the one that makes sure certain things are not revealed. Mostly the revolutionist whom think that all slavery is evil." "You are wrong on that thought. They want to stop the hunting of innocents for slavery. They understand using it as a means to 'reeducate' criminals into hard laborers." "I take it you have had some dealing with them." "More than some. I am not their enemy. Though I have made it clear I am not worthy of being declared 'Friend.' They occasionally send me updates about children who were taken and have nowhere to go. I will pass on names of families that would be willing to take them for adoption or general slaves depending on the child." "So you willingly help them?" "In hopes they get a hold on my offspring, yes. Most are beyond the age that they will contact me for now, but I have my hopes up. They know my goal. I even told them I would be willing to pay them for my offspring or information." "Can you trust them?" "As far as I can throw a Himpacco." "Not at all... At least money motivates everyone." "Yep. They buy my stock, I buy information so they can buy more stock. It's a win-win. There is a reason my wares have made it to the outer-rim without me paying for it." "Cheeky bastard." "Like you have never paid anyone for information. Now, how about we head to the slave quarters and see what kind of mischievous plans we can concoct with the newer family members?" "Truly? Trying to change subjects?" "Yes, besides, I want to play with the... exotic creatures that have come into my possession as of late. I am sure that Rabbit of mine would just love to play with them as well if we let her." "When did you get a Shinki?" "Just before we left Earth. I am just glad I did not get a male. I think we would be overrun by now." "Very. Though I wouldn't mind getting my claws on a little prey myself." Collector chuckled. "She's not 'little' by any means. Excluding her ears, she's two meters tall and about three hundred and sixty kilograms" Char'zi was silent for a moment as he did the math to his standards. "Damn. She weighs as much as the average adult human." "Roughly, yes, and about tens times hornier. Come, I am sure she can make Niah jealous." "Doubt it. She is more jealous of males in general for their 'quick orgasms.' Though I have seen her get off rather quickly when she is at the peak of her breeding cycle." Char'zi smiled as he became lost in thought briefly. "Anyway..."

Collector rose and led the way to his slave barracks and slipped in to find that most of the residents were sleeping on cots nearly side by side in straight lines throughout the 'storage' room. He huffed then made a mental note to fix this. He found nearly missed what appeared to be the communal toilet, a bucket with a burlap rag. That he hissed at, startling a couple of light sleepers whom he apologized to. The two soon found the Rabbit that loved a thorough spanking and woke her.

"Good morning, my dear." Collector smiled. "Would you love to get your paws on a possibly unwilling male?" "Love to, Master. Who do you have in mind?" "One of the newer ones. Someone I have yet to... inspect closely." "Understood. I have had my eye on one such soul. A big, bad male with a gorgeous... coat." "Sure. I buy that. Go get him. We will be in the study drag him by the balls if you need to." "Understood, Master." Collector smiled then gave the silky-furred head a pat. He turned and gently rubbed his tail against her cheek as he moved back towards Char'zi. "You know, Char'zi, we may have our differences but the one thing that can link us is our love of other species. Let's go get ready." "Yes. I do believe you are right. As is the saying of my kin: Purrett usk murrot di nuskii! Or: Pure is the musk of nuzzles... it loses its luster in translation. I personally would substitute nuzzle for sex, but you get it." "Here I thought you couldn't 'purr,'" Collector chuckled and received a short hiss as he moved by his peer. "I will also say that there shall be no more alcohol involved today. One hangover is bad enough." "Agreed."

They made their way back to the study and stripped what little clothing they had on away. They sat quietly until the door opened the Rabbit came in with what appeared to be a rather large Wallaby.

"Reporting for duty, Master!" The male announced rather loudly. "Quieter if you would, son. Now both of you come in and shut the door then remove what clothes you have."

The Wallaby looked at his Master for a moment then dropped his loincloth. Collector could not help but stare, he realized that this creature was not built like the earthen version. In fact there was no visible scrotum or phallus. The Rabbit smiled as she dropped her bindings then started to rub the male's side.

"M-master?" "You... are male, correct?" "I am..." "Then you are hereby ordered to mate with this lovely little doe and attempt to impregnate her." The male fidgeted briefly then drew in a deep breath. "I take it your hesitation means there is something wrong. Be honest with me." "I cannot breed, Master, I was... fixed when I was young." "Very well, but you still can enjoy yourself and please her." "I do not have the required... equipment to do so, Master, everything was removed. I am more like a female then male." Collector sighed, "You are dismissed. Char'zi, she is yours to play with." The Wallaby bowed then quickly left, the Rabbit smiled uncaringly at her Master as the Cheetah got up to inspect her. "Just try not to eat her. She is rather useful when she's not humping everything." Collector put his robe back on then started for the door. "If you need me, I'll be hunting down my Fox and playing with him." "Have fun, Councilman..."

Collector grinned as he left the room hearing a lustful growl. He walked slowly to his room hoping Richard was there either sleeping or tending to the females. It came to be it was neither as he was roaming the halls with one of Butch's omegas, Todd, Collector recalled before speaking up at them.

"Ah, just who I was looking for. Come with me, my dear Fox, I have something special in mind for you to do." "Okay... I'll catch you later." Richard gave the Wolf a pat on the back before twisting around to match his Master's pace. "What do you need, sir?" "I shall not go into the details right now, but I wish to know how your 'dominance' training is going." "Butch said I was doing as well as one could with as many duties I have going." Collector chuckled, "We'll see."

They remained quiet as they went to his room. Once there, Collector found his ladies curled around the hatchlings. Collector let the robe drop to the floor and then he turned to Richard. With a smile, he grabbed the Fox's collar and removed it. As he placed it on his own neck, he went to his day-wear and retrieved his whip. He tossed it behind him at the shocked Mitalin.

"Show me, all I ask is that you do not draw blood." "Anything?" All the lizard did was grin as he clasped his claws behind his back. "Well..." Richard growled happily. "Drop down, on all fours." Collector hesitated, Richard cracked the whip right against his genital slit. He hissed then dropped down. "Now turn tail and lift it."

This got his mind reeling, he noticed both of his females staring at him; he just smiled at them as he did as he was instructed. He huffed as he felt the furred male grab the base of his tail and yanked it to where his claws were the only support for the weight. Then he felt the intrusion, he gasped as the Fox pushed his shaft down past the flaccid knot. Collector's focus was on the flaccid meat on the bony pole in his tail hole as Richard bent over the lizard and placed a death grip on the hips below him.

"So, how is this for a show of dominance?" He said loud enough for his fellow slaves to hear, but he did not allow his Master time to answer as he began to claim the fresh territory that was only marked by Butch.

As he began to stimulate the sleeping flesh, he nipped at the lizard's neck as he growled. As the knot grew larger, he pounded against the scaly flesh with more vigor. To Collector, it seemed like an hour went by before the knot took hold and they were officially tied. He felt the Earthborn Valhanian seed pulse into him claiming the tunnels as the property of the male. Collector moaned loudly as the Fox twisted and flopped his fluffy tail onto the scaled back. He could feel the throbbing shaft stuck deep within him and every pant the male made.

"Damn," Collector finally said. "Butch has nothing to your stamina. Size though... that is an entirely different subject. When he ties, he nearly makes me scream. Well, depends on which way he goes. My slit fits him just well enough." "Maybe I should try to further my comp... demonstration then." He chuckled. "Oh? Did I hear the tongue slip? A competition, eh? Let me guess... how long will it take me to scream out?" "I'll never tell..." Richard chuckled then pulled to make his shaft wrench free. "Now, my delectable toy, clean me. Do it well and you will get a reward."

Collector sighed with a smile then turned to his Second and began to lap at the flopping shaft in front of him. The Fox moaned as the Iguana suckled on the blushing meat. Richard pulled away from the 'Slave' and gave him a pat.

"Well done. Now, I am going to get on all fours and lift my tail, you do as you wish."

Collector grinned as the Fox bent over. He stood and flexed his claws before swiping one set across the fine fur leaving a set of five whelps the seeped a little violet blood. Before Richard could even turn, the Fox felt something rather large and tapered shove deep into his anus. He yelped.

"So... how does my tail feel? Nice and big?" "Too... big." "Oh? I haven't even begun yet." Collector leaned of his Second and pushed his tail in a little farther. "I haven't done this for a long time. Here I thought no one would dare tell me to do what I wished to them. Oh! Yes! Squeeze it! Make it harder!"

Collector bent over and clutched the furred nape in his mouth as he went just a little farther. Richard moaned as his Master began to pump the tail through his body. As Collector picked up the pace, Richard began to howl. Outside the door, chuckles were heard along with claps. The Fox lost control of his body and quickly began thrusting against the tail as his seed began to pour out onto the floor.

"There it is. Now, tell me what is going on or I will go deeper. I have about three feet to go and I shall use every agonizing inch." "Please, Master, don't!" "Then talk to me, pooch." "They put me up to this. I was to make you whimper like a bitch in heat." "Then I suppose you won your bet then. Now for your prize." Collector chuckled and pushed his tail in a little further. Richard howled like one of the Wolves. Collector licked the Fox's neck before removing his tail all together. "Now you know the consequences of holding bets with Butch that involve me. Try this again and I will not hold back. You have learned well though. You will become a wonderful Slaver someday. Training is everything, though, yet power can corrupt. You will have to best that urge and remember that those of my family are not mindless beasts who inflict pain for personal pleasure." "Certainly. But when it comes to love... no pain is too great." "Now there is a lie. Love causes great pain and you will want to endure its burden, yes, but you must know when to draw the line and force yourself to deal the pain to those you love. Torture is often harshest when the ones you love are being slaughtered in front of you. To prevent that torture upon yourself, you must know how to let got of everything in a heartbeat. It takes years of conditioning to get to the mental level I achieve when I break freshies." Richard whimpered as he felt the tail tip rub against his abused anus. "How can I learn that?" "Practice." "I... see." "No, you don't... but you will. Dress."