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Magick Harvest Chapter 4: Shiro's First Harvest By Draconicon

To the young gryphon, the massive converted warehouse that contained the Grand Magick Harvest Corporation's machines was more than a little intimidating. He'd seen it many times over the years, of course, but to Shiro, it had always been a curiosity rather than something he would ever be truly interested in.

This year, that had changed. Now that he was eighteen years old, the gryphon was bound to the contract all magical subjects were made to sign, and his parents had been required to sign for him in order to enter the kingdom before he was born. He still remembered the words on the contract.

All magical beings are required to put in a number of years service to national defense, no less than five years, save for on the condition of being ill-suited to serve by means of physical or mental defect.

He took a deep breath, running one forepaw up and down his chest. Unlike the wild centaurs that lived on the kingdom's borders, Shiro liked to think that he was a little more civilized, a little more presentable. A silk waistcoat ran from the top of his neck down to his shoulders, and then partway down his waist. It was a little uncomfortable around the base of his wings, but it was hardly the worst of things to look his part.

But that wasn't what the Corporation would be looking for, at least according to his father. They'd be looking back at...

Shiro blushed, the gryphon feeling the weight of his exposed sac and sheath as he started padding towards the front door of the warehouse. It was impossible to ignore it, now that it was called to his attention, and his complete exposure suddenly felt a great deal more lewd than it actually was. After all, dragons, gryphons, and other four-legged subjects of the kingdom all went around with less than he did; why should he have been concerned?

Because I know what they want...

His blush deepened beneath his feathers, and he glued his eyes to the ground as he walked up to the front door. One foreleg went up, knocking on the door as politely as he could.

"Yes, who is it?"

"Ah!"

Almost jumping out of his feathers at the loud voice, Shiro looked this way and that before finally seeing the small speaker built into the wall. He cleared his throat, clacking his beak in the process, before speaking into it.

"Um, yes, I, I'm here for my...milking."

"Oh, one of the later subjects, yes. Can I get a name?"

"Shiro. Shiro, of the Shimei family."

"Shimei, Shimei...oh, yes, here we are. Your father was here earlier today, and he mentioned that you might be coming by."

No might about it, to be honest. Shiro knew that 'volunteering' here was nothing more than an alternative to military service, military service that he knew he wouldn't do well in. The idea of being on the front lines with some of the kingdom's wars, of digging into trenches, of using his claws and his beak to hurt people...

The idea was reprehensible in the extreme, and he shuddered as he pushed it out of his head. Even with how embarrassed he was about doing...this, it was better than going to the front lines, and he supposed that Lord Masterson deserved his accolades from the crown and magical creatures alike. He just wished that they didn't come from such embarrassing things.

"So, may I come in?"

"Sure. Just a minute, though. A member of the Shimei family deserves something a bit special. One of our specialists are coming down to help you to your station. Stand by."

The gryphon did as he was told, taking a few steps backwards before sitting down on his haunches. Though the position wasn't the most comfortable with the cobblestones under his rump, it kept certain things more hidden than standing would have, and it had been a rather long walk through the city to reach the warehouse.

He glanced up, following the lines of copper and brass up the sides of the building, and let his gaze linger on the big sign above the main door. He remembered seeing it for the first time, years ago, when he wasn't quite old enough to know what the 'milking' entailed. The look on his father's face when Shiro had asked about it still lingered; even now, it brought a smile to his face, thinking of the embarrassment the question had brought.

Well, now it was his turn. Father had never been particularly open on how the 'milking' occurred, but Shiro remembered the times that his father had come home, wobbling and off-balance after his time being milked. He wouldn't even let mother touch him, too exhausted and sensitive to want any sort of affection.

Glancing down at himself, Shiro wondered just how they would get his...his...He blushed, unable to quite think about it. He knew the process of how it happened, but it wasn't exactly proper, was it? To spill one's seed without having a mate there to catch it? Of course, it had happened a time or two with him, in dreams too erotic to speak about in polite company, but that hadn't been his fault. He'd been a good man, keeping up with the culture.

But to have other people look at him, while he was spurting -

"Mr. Shimei?"

Just as he thought he couldn't blush any hotter, his cheeks proved him wrong. Turning his head - and taking a moment to adjust anything that might have gotten...stiff... - Shiro saw a small panel in the warehouse open up, an otter stepping out of the door. He bowed at the waist, holding a top-hat over his chest, before standing up again.

"Pardon me. I'm here to take you for your -"

"Please, don't say it out loud!"

"Heh, still pretty shy, hmm? Okay, okay. Come on."

The otter waved, and - after a moment's hesitation - Shiro followed him into the building. The panel shut behind them, clicking back into place just loud enough to make the gryphon nervous.

However, that faded quickly as he turned to face the rest of the warehouse. The sheer size and scale of it was almost beyond his reckoning. It put the manor that his family lived in to shame. For that matter, it put the grounds to shame, as well; the gryphon had never seen any sort of interior space that reached this size before.

The otter led him by a number of different machines, most of them occupied by some creature of magical origin or other. He spotted a centaur with his rump up in the air, getting bred by a hybrid creature, a fox and something else. He turned away in an attempt to give them privacy, only to have his eyes filled with the sight of a bipedal dragon holding down a female cow, rutting at her as she screamed for more, udders flopping back and forth.

Everywhere he looked, he saw sex and obscenity on a scale that would have shocked even the basest prostitute outside. Everything inside went against the culture that his family taught him, the restraint and politeness and the idea that one kept these things private. It shook him all the way to his core.

Yet...

He slowed down, his back legs rubbing together as he felt his sheath stiffening and filling. Something in him - some horrible part - didn't want to look away. It wanted to watch. It wanted...

"Something wrong?"

The gryphon blushed to himself, shaking his head a few times.

"No, no, nothing at all. I'm just..."

"Startled? Aroused?"

Shiro gasped, but only half because of what the otter was saying. It was a great deal more because of the fact that his 'guide' was suddenly at his side, with one hand reaching further down his flank than anyone had ever done in his life. In fact, one finger was -

"Ahhhhh!"

The claws of his front paws scratched along the floor as his feathery cheeks felt like they would catch fire from his humiliation. One finger brushed against the tip of his sheath, and he darted backwards by two steps. Even as the otter almost tottered over, Shiro pulled back, turning away from his guide and keeping his privates...private.

No, no, that's not right. I don't touch, nobody touches...

"Oh dear...Are you okay?"

"I...I..."

"Come on. Let's get you to a private room."

Thankfully, the rest of the trip there was uneventful, though the assault of 'obscenity' on his eyes continued regardless. The top-hatted otter gave him a pat on the back when they reached one of the little alcoves in the warehouse walls, where some walls had been put in to give a small amount of privacy from the rest of the place. Shiro had bowed in polite thanks, and the otter had tipped his hat before walking off.

That had been five minutes ago, and Shiro honestly wasn't sure that he was any better than he was when he'd been...fondled. His shaft refused to dip back into its hiding place, and he couldn't get the images of everyone else in the warehouse out of his mind.

In all his life, he had never even imagined such rutting and sexuality, let alone seen it. Dozens, if not hundreds of bared shafts had been on display, some of which had been slid into machines for...pleasurable purposes, as far as he could understand, while others were spread and...rutted, by other males. Still others had been -

Shiro slumped against a wall, half-butting his head against it to blot out the next parts, but they came anyway. The females that had been bent over, eagerly presenting themselves to the various males. They had been the worst for him, as if society had been completely flipped upside down. Not a single virtuous maiden, but only the lustful ones, all of them eagerly opening their mouths and their legs, and in some cases, more, for the males.

How...how does this...How did Father deal with this?

For the first time, his insistent erection abated a bit. The image of his father in a place like this, doing...things...was enough to kill some piece of his lust. But it wasn't enough. Not enough by a long shot.

Desperate for a distraction, Shiro looked around the small, private room. It was fairly sparse, with no small chairs for guests, and it lacked any sort of refreshment or comforting pillows such as might have been found in his family's home. He had hoped to see, in some way, a few books or something that might occupy his attention between his 'duties,' but none were to be seen.

Instead, his attention was pulled to the single piece of furniture in the room, a large, stretched out combination between a bed and a chair. It looked to be measured for the gryphon species, with two holes in the back to allow for his wings, and a smaller one towards the middle to let his tail slide through, if needed. All around it were different mechanical arms, some tipped with blunted ends, and others with an open tube, tubes that he understood far better after walking through the gallery of sexuality just outside.

"I...I don't think..."

"Mr. Shimei, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

It was the first soft, compassionate sounding voice he'd heard since arriving. Getting to his feet, Shiro turned around to find himself facing a rather well-dressed fox. He recognized him, of course; few could fail to know Lord Masterson. Bowing his head, he gave as quick a greeting as he could.

"Lord Masterson, it is good to meet you. I'm sorry for my...my shameful little display, earlier."

"It's not a problem. Sometimes, proper males aren't so ready for the realities of my little company."

"It was still -"

"Don't blame yourself, Shiro. Please, would you take a seat?"

The gryphon looked at the chair, and shuddered.

"I, I would prefer to stand, thank you."

"As you wish."

Lord Masterson walked over, and gave him a measuring look. The gryphon didn't dare move; his family outranked a mere lord, that much was true, but with how close Lord Masterson stood to the Queen with his various inventions and contributions to the realm...No, it would be better to allow a small humiliation rather than risk an incident. His father would not approve if he tried to protest.

"It seems that your body is ready, even if you aren't."

"Uh, I beg, I beg your pardon, my lord?"

"If I may speak bluntly, Shiro?"

"I, um, I think I can handle -"

"You're nearly as hard as a rock right now, and I wouldn't be surprised if you blew your load at the first touch."

Or perhaps he might not be able to handle it. Shiro brought one forepaw to his cheek as he turned away, but it was no use. He could feel his shaft throbbing up, slapping against his stomach and the bottom of his waistcoat. It was so...wet...slimy...

Good...

Desperately pushing that thought away before it could settle, Shiro tried to summon what dignity he could. It was nearly impossible.

"Lord...Lord Masterson, I would like to...to apply for dispensation...to skip this year. I feel...I feel ill."

"Ill? But you are in perfect health, as far as I can tell."

"I must be coming down with something. Perhaps something of the mind."

"Oh dear."

"Yes, yes, something horrible. Something that would leave me unable to contribute, of course, and I -"

"No, no, that's not what I was saying."

The gryphon almost flinched away when the fox put a hand on his neck, but managed to stop himself with a few fears of what his father would say. He did, however, continue to shudder and shiver as the fox's fingers worked down along his side.

"It's such a shame when someone feels so obligated to their image that they can't let go of it. I've seen it so many times, Shiro; you are far from the only one that has been shocked when they came here, and saw the work I do.

"Outside these walls, I've seen the way that people look at each other, as well as the way that they treat each other. It never quite balances out, does it? The love that you see from men and women, the glances that so obviously show what one wants, but is never acted on. It is like...like we think that anything to do with satisfying ourselves is wrong, even if it satisfies someone else at the same time."

"But...but this is so far beyond that, Lord Masterson. It's like...like we're all...barbarians here. There is no restraint, no respect!"

"Heh. And how much respect do you think we have for ourselves when we spend so much time lying about what we want and need?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come."

Unable to help himself, Shiro followed the fox over to the edge of their little private place. The lord stood in the gap, while the gryphon stuck his head around it. His eyes followed the lord's gestures, as he pointed out various men and women.

"That centaur, Rehaha? He's been 'captured' more than five times in a row, each time brought back here for pleasures that he can't receive in his tribe, not without being made an outcast. That woman, the ferret? She's the daughter of the Grand Duke of Westminster, but here, she can act out the things that her father would never let her do, lest it poison his image. And that blue and brown unicorn over there? He's gay."

"Heavens forfend! He should be...be saving himself..."

"And lie to himself the whole time? At least here, he has relief from the lies that the world wants him to live by. Here, he can do what he wants."

"And he...wants to be..."

"Fucked up the rump like a mare in heat, yes."

Shiro turned away, his head spinning. It still felt wrong. That so many people would abandon all the morals of society, the way that they were supposed to live, for a few moments of pleasure seemed like it shouldn't have been allowed.

Yet, at the same time...

His body wanted it. He knew that much. His body wanted to give in and get the same sort of treatment that so many of the males were getting. Shiro's cock was throbbing, leaving such a stain on the bottom of his waistcoat that he knew it would never completely come out. A new one would be required, regardless of what he did.

Would it be so bad? Would...would it betray things so much, to admit that he wanted it?

Lord Masterson patted him on the flank.

"I understand that it's difficult. But you know what you want. And here, we don't judge. We just harvest."

"I...I've never even..."

"I have a special treat, for first timers. Since you probably haven't figured things out for yourself yet -"

"I haven't...I'm not even sure what you mean."

"Heh."

The fox smiled.

"Then let me bring in several experts. You just lay back, and relax. I'll be back shortly."

How does anyone relax on this thing?

Glancing at the waistcoat on the floor, Shiro was starting to have second thoughts about going along with this. He'd seated himself upon the chair, lying on his back to try and get comfortable. It wasn't a fault with the chair's design that he wasn't; the wing and tail holes were placed properly, and the different parts were cushioned appropriately.

But without the waistcoat - and for that matter, even with it - he was completely exposed. His legs naturally spread in this position, and his blush felt like it spread from his beak down his neck as his shaft bobbed and bounced against his belly, thick and hard. It drooled constantly, leaving him looking wet and slimy along his belly, and he knew that, if anyone looked through the little gap between the privacy walls...

Oh, I should leave...this is shameful...

Yet, even with his legs spread, his cock bobbing, and the occasional stirring of wind under his tail, he didn't. Shiro's duty bound him to the chair more surely than any straps might have, though that certainly wouldn't have hurt. As nervous as he was, he couldn't bring himself to shame his family. It had come too close when he had asked for a dispensation from this duty; if Lord Masterson had given it to him, then he might have left, but he doubted his family would have accepted it.

Still, even duty couldn't erase shame, and it took everything he had not to drop his hands over his crotch and keep it covered.

Maybe...maybe he'll forget about me. Then it won't be my fault if I don't get...harvested. Then I can go home, let my family know, and I'll be -

"Ah, here we are. Sorry about the wait, Shiro."

Not sure whether to be annoyed or relieved at Lord Masterson's return, the gryphon lifted his eyes from his cock to the fox. The lord stood at the gap with his hands behind his back, looking inordinately pleased with himself.

"I promised you experts, and here they are."

He waved off to the side, and Shiro's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets at the pair that stepped into view.

The two pandas were similarly dressed, with both of them wearing a vaguely sheer silk pair of panties, while the female wore an equally sheer wrap around her breasts. Neither bit of cloth hid anything from his eyes, and Shiro couldn't quite figure out who to stare at more.

She was beautiful, her body skinny - for a bear - but with lovely curves that he imagined any female would envy. His eyes traced the flare of her hips, and moved up to her breasts, rounded but small. She seemed to notice, and reached up to cup them, fondling them for him. Shiro blushed, and looked away.

His eyes settled on her partner, another panda, but so very male. His panties barely hid his endowment, which ran right over his sac and then between his legs. Even soft, it looked large, and the panda smiled. He wasn't so muscled as other bears of the kingdom were, but he had a lean body that seemed to promise a great deal of strength and power.

The fox gestured to the pair of them, clearing his throat when the gryphon didn't immediately respond.

"These are my experts for the first timers, and I can assure you, they will treat you well. By the time you finish, you'll know just what you prefer...heh, if you even wish to make the choice, I suppose. Ru, Shu, treat him well."

"Of course, my lord."

"As you say, my lord."

"B-but, Lord Masterson -"

"Tata, Shiro. Do produce well for me."

"But..."

He trailed off as the fox walked off, leaving him alone with the nearly-naked pandas. He looked back and forth between them, his cock shamefully throbbing as he realized that they were observing him just as closely. The male even licked his lips as they started walking closer.

"My my...what a magnificent male you are..."

"And so well kept...fine and fleet..."

The pair stopped at his hind paws, each of them taking one in their hand. The female - Shu, he supposed - pressed it to her, and he felt the bounciness, the softness of her breasts against his paw toes. The sensation sent another little twitch through his member. Shiro fought to stop panting, but it was a futile attempt.

As the pandas crept up along his sides, their hands stroking over his fur - and then his feathers - with remarkable lightness, Shiro started squirming. He wanted to feel them, wanted to feel those talented hands reach down between his hind legs, wanted to -

No, it's not right!

He lunged forward, trying to get out of the chair, but the pandas were too quick for him. Ru and Shu leaped for him at the same time, and their combined weight pushed him down into the chair. The air was knocked right out of his lungs, and as he coughed and gasped, they moved like lightning. Snaps and clicks filled his ears as the straps hanging off the chair came down, pinning his back legs apart and wrapped around his belly. His forelegs were pinned above his head, keeping him from clawing at anything, and his beak was covered by a muzzle.

The female leaped onto his chest, straddling him as she looked into his eyes. She slowly leaned forward, her elbows resting on his chest, and her breasts nearly spilling out of the almost-transparent wrap she wore. The black and white bear chuckled, her chest bouncing, and his eyes drawn to the jiggles.

"Oh, dear, Shiro. Don't worry. We will take care of you, my husband and I."

"Mmmph?"

"It's alright. Everyone is a little bit afraid, their first time."

She stroked his cheek, her fingers soft and smooth as they worked up to the edge of the muzzle, and then down and around along his throat. They were so...gentle. His heart slowed. Not much, but a little, so that it didn't feel like it was pounding out of his chest.

Shu patted his neck, gently laying herself over him. He felt her breasts press against his chest, and then simply squish, the sensation so different from what he had expected. He'd thought that they were firmer, but no. They were soft. So very, very soft...and giving...Just like the rest of her seemed to be as she backed up, pressing her rump against -

"Mmmph!"

"Ooooh, so wet already, aren't you? Look at him, Ru. Is he as wet as he feels?"

"Indeed, my love. He's so very slick; even if you took him under your tail, I doubt that you would need anything to ease it."

What were they talking about? Under her tail? How would...but that was -

She patted his cheek again, and his attention was back to her face...and her breasts, as well. They were so lovely.

"Do not worry, little one. Shu will take care of you."

She slid a bit further up his chest, her fingers working at the ties of her wrap as she moved closer. Shiro couldn't take his eyes off of it, his mind working at a mile a minute as he imagined what those orbs might look like if they were free. His cock throbbed harder, and he blushed worse than ever as he felt it slapping against her rump every time that it twitched. It felt so hard that it hurt, making him want to do anything to ease it.

Suddenly, the wrap was gone. He didn't know how she did that, nor did he know where it went, but with her breasts on display, he barely cared. Shiro stared at the black and white orbs, his attention locked on the little black dots on the tips, hardening as Shu stroked her fingers down her chest, rubbing at the orbs with little moans.

"Mmm, do you like what you see, little Shiro? Do you like what Shu has to show you?"

"I know that I enjoy what he has to show me down here, my love. I think that he might be ready for us now."

"Then tend to him, beloved. Make him moan for us while I keep him calm."

Moan for them? What are they going to do? What's...

He felt a breath of warm air under his tail for a second, and that was the only warning he had before the tongue found his hole. Shiro's eyes went wider than they ever had before, wider than they had when he had found out about his duty, wider than the time that his father had described a portion of it. His beak opened as wide as the muzzle would allow, clicking against the metal as he shrieked in pleasure.

That warm, that wetness rubbing over his hole again, and again. It was beyond comparison, something that felt so...so intensely good. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as the tongue flicked over him, pressing against his hole like it was intent on getting in, only to lap over it and pass onwards. Then it would be back, just as warm and wet as it was before, digging in and pressing down on him, making him feel so slick and wet and -

"Mmmmmm...."

He moaned into the muzzle, panting and gasping for breath as that tongue worked over him, only barely aware of the female atop him. Shu giggled, stroking his cheek as he kept moaning, and he swore he felt something wet against his stomach as she teased him.

"Oh, isn't my husband so good at what he does, Shiro? I imagine you love that feeling, that sensation of a warm, wet tongue down there. Dirty, isn't it?"

He shivered, all too aware of how dirty this was. It wasn't part of producing young, nor was it part of continuing the family. This was pleasure for pleasure's sake. If anything was against the rules here, this must be it, surely?

Yet, no one condemned him. Even Shu's words seemed nothing more than a tease, and as his eyes focused on her again, she seemed...happy. The panda girl even leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against the side of his face, holding him tight as she enveloped him in her warmth.

The gryphon had no idea what to do. It was all he could do to stay conscious, to keep his attention on the tongue under him and the breasts around his head. His mind was fading away, slowly but surely, as the smell of sweat and musk and warm bodies filled his nose. Lick, lick, lick went that tongue under his tail, and his hips pushed back against it, begging for something, he wasn't sure what. All he knew was that he needed to feel good, feel more.

"Mmm, does the little gryphon want to learn how good a body can feel?"

"Mmm...mmmm..."

He couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but nod, and Shiro did that quickly. Her breasts bounced against his face, grinding against the muzzle again as she chuckled.

"Alright. Let me show you the other thing that ladies have to offer."

Suddenly, her breasts were off of him, and he could see all of her again. Shu smiled at him, pressing herself further and further back. He stared, unable to take his eyes off of her as she moved closer and closer to his rod. The pendulous swaying of her breasts, so tiny and yet so...mobile...kept his attention, leaving him unable to look away.

He felt her heat against him before anything else, and it drew a moan from his lips. His cock throbbed all the harder as she ground against him, the wet fabric of her panties pressed firmly against his shaft. He arched his back as much as the restraints would allow, pushing back against her and drawing a throaty little moan from her.

"Mmmm, he's ready, wouldn't you say, love?"

"Very. And I think he's ready for me, too."

"Oh? So wet and twitching already?"

"They always are, for me."

"Then let's get started."

Shiro's mind was swept away on a stream of pleasure as he watched the pair of them, both pandas in view as they stripped off their panties. Shu was so wet, so damp that he could smell her need from where he lay. Her juices ran like rivers between her legs, dripping to his stomach and leaving him warmly soaked.

Ru, on the other hand, was so very, very different. Shiro stared at that throbbing shaft, so very different from his own. It was not in a sheath, but instead hanging free. The head was surrounded by folded skin, barely pulled back around the tip, and it dripped with almost as much wetness as Shu did.

He watched as the male slid under his tail, feeling that tip press against his spit-slick hole, and Shiro strained to speak -

"Awwwk!"

But squawked instead, as Shu impaled herself on the tip of his cock. It was barely more than a few inches, but she moaned regardless, squeezing around him and trapping him in one of the most sensual grips that he had ever felt in his life. The sensation of being held inside of a female was better than he had ever imagined. Warmth, wetness, and a unique texture that glided along his shaft as soon as she started moving all combined to drive him mad.

As she teased him, rolling her hips around his cock, the other panda finally started pushing. Shiro could feel the pressure on his rim, but it was a distant feeling, barely something that he felt compared to the perfection that was Shu's sex. He felt her leaking all over his cock, making it wet and damp for her, slick and -

"AWWWWK!"

That he felt, the sensation of Ru pushing inside of him. His hole burned from the sudden push, the abrupt opening, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Shiro arched his back against the restraints, pushing against them as the pandas rode him, bounced on him, ground on him. Pleasure, pain, stretching, squeezing; all of it combined into something so new and so different that he had no idea of how to feel about it.

In and out, in and out Ru's cock went, and soon, he felt something new. The relentless pressure pushed down on something that felt...different. Not good, but different, and it made his cock throb with new life. Shu giggled as she pushed down on him, and he knew that she'd felt it.

"That's it. Let yourself enjoy it...learn what you like, little Shiro. Little gryphon is in good hands."

He hoped that was the case. He really, really hoped so.

But that was the last of his thoughts for a while. The pleasure came in from all sides, even from his hole as Ru pressed down on the best spots. Shu bounced on him, soon taking all of his massive length inside of her, sheathing his cock into her depths in a way that he had never expected another to do.

His eyes rolled back as she held herself there, grinding on his cock. She pressed her hands against his feathers, gripping them tightly as she ground against his sheath. Every little slide back and forth dragged his cock against her inner walls in a whole different way, and with the little pumps that he was getting from Ru, he felt his need cresting, his heat coming to a whole new level.

Shu leaned forward, rubbing at his neck, since she couldn't reach his face. He looked her in the eyes, feeling Ru rubbing along his hind legs in a similar fashion, and heard them both say it at the same time.

"Cum for us, Shiro. Cum for us."

With one more thrust, one more grind, he did. The gryphon shrieked past his muzzle, the metal creaking as he strained to open his beak wider, but he came. His cock felt like it was going to explode from all the pressure on it, and Ru had to grab hold of Shu to keep her from flying off of him. She moaned at the top of her lungs, and it didn't take long for their duet of pleasure to become a trio, with Ru joining them and leaving Shiro with an incredible feeling of warmth under his tail.

They all collapsed against the chair, with Ru the only one with any apparent energy left. The gryphon felt the warmth leave that spot under his tail, and felt Shu slip off of his shaft. Then, and only then, did he feel a tinge of regret.

Not of what he did, strangely enough. He expected to feel guilty after giving his first load to something that didn't matter. But no, he didn't feel bad about that. If anything, he almost felt...guilty, he supposed, for not doing something like that sooner.

No, he felt regret...that it was already over.

Then he felt a new heat against the tip of his cock, something tighter, something drier, grinding against his slick shaft. He looked down, and stared as he saw that Ru was grinding his rump back, pressing the gryphon's pointed tip against his own hole.

"You've had my darling...and now you'll have me."

"Mmph?"

"Well, you should have all your options open, after all. This is a time of discovery, is it not? Experience everything, little Shiro."

He pushed back, and the gryphon gasped again, his body wracked with the pleasures of something so tight, so new...He slumped back, letting Ru ride him as Shu waddled off towards one of the storage containers for the machine.

Lord Masterson smiled as he watched from above. Even though the room was ostensibly meant to be private for some of the noble 'donations' that they had here, it was still his warehouse, and he had built it so that he could see everything. Watching from above was only one of the options, but the fox thought that it provided the best view.

"I think that he'll be quite willing for the rest of his stay. Don't you think, William?"

"I think that he'll be out of his mind for a little while. Then again, so were you the first time."

The old horse shook his head, and the fox chuckled at the memories. That had been a long time ago...Then again, he had gotten more privileges than most, and he doubted that the gryphon would find much outside of the warehouse to equal the pleasures that he might find here.

Maybe some of the ideas of free pleasure will catch on, eventually, the fox thought to himself as he turned from the railing. Shiro hadn't been the first person to come here with so many hang-ups. A number of the volunteers that did the milking did, too, but he felt most sorry for those that were to be milked, and felt that it was wrong to enjoy themselves.

But things were changing. Slowly, yes, but they were. While he provided magic energy to the kingdom, he felt that this service - this place where people could be themselves, the chance to spread the idea that pleasure wasn't wrong - was actually more beneficial.

"Make sure that Shiro has at least one attendant for the rest of his time here. And in about two hours, go down and check out his preferences. He might actually have it figured out by then."

The End