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These stories take place in a universe of my creation. In this world, the humans are the dominant species, and rule over their Estates with fists of velvet or iron. The furs are the serving/slave caste, and their role on the Estates depends on their species:

The wild species serve the outer lands of the Estates in various duties, from guard duty to militia to caring for the Master's outbuildings.

The tameable species serve the house, managing the main household of the Estates in various tasks.

The domestic/pet species serve as concubines to their human Masters, and are trained from early childhood in the art of sexual pleasures. Each Master has their own species preferences, and their harem of concubines reflect such.

At any rate, enjoy!

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"Something cool to drink, sir?"

Taka started slightly at the familiar voice and turned, his lips curling into a smile as he purred, "I'm supposed to be guarding the Master's estate, and yet I never hear you approach." He reached out and accepted the cool iced tea from the diminutive fur before him. "Woe betide all of us if you decide to become a burglar, kitten."

He hoped to coax a smile from her, and his hopes were rewarded as the silver-haired Jaguarundi purred a bit, lowering her gaze and her ears, demurring softly. "I assure you, there is little chance of that, sir."

"Taka...please, Mirrah, call me Taka." He leaned on his spear and rumbled a chuckle, keeping one rounded black ear swiveled to catch any unusual sounds from the moonlit grounds. "The Master is sir, and I am as much his servant as you." He lapped softly at the sweet tea, his long whiskers curling forward as he smiled again. "Delicious."

"I'm glad you like it, s--Taka." Her murmur had the purring tickle of amusement, and he warmed to see her golden eyes meet his. "I shall bring you another when I see you on duty."

"Thank...you." The last word trailed off as she turned and slipped back into the shadows of the estate, leaving him with the brief image of her slim form, her silvery headfur swaying against her silk-clad back. He tugged at his new uniform and turned back to his duties with a huffing sigh. His tail twitched in annoyance behind him. He hated sentry duty.

Three weeks ago, his Mistress had given him to Master Piotr to assist Chenza, the Tigress gamekeeper in her patrols of the grounds. Truly, he was suited for it, as a Panther he was quite adept at stalking in the shadows and effectively surprising any poachers on the Master's land. He had been trained for such a purpose, and instead they put him on guard duty, like a dog.

His ears flattened against his skull as he remembered what his Mistress had said when she'd presented him to Master Piotr. He had fought his disgust and stood at attention as Mistress Katrina's pink hands had stroked his back and lingered at his rump. "If he weren't so wild, I would have taken him as my concubine." He shuddered and shook his head violently to clear his mind of her husky voice, her smooth wandering hands - he didn't envy her domestic slaves one bit. "He has the looks of good breeder, too," she'd said, and Master Piotr had nodded, accepting the gift of him with a smile of thanks. The smile hadn't reached his eyes, however, and Taka knew that he was an unwelcome gift.

He raked his claws through his headfur, brushing it out of his eyes with another huff-sigh. Thinking about the past would get him nowhere; he had a new home, a new Master, and he was supposed to be on duty. He started on his third circuit of the house, setting the glass of iced tea where another house servant would find it. He would do his duty.

He heard the padding feet, the panting, the click of canine claws on the floor before he heard the voice. He flattened his ears again; did these dogs know nothing of stealth?

"Taka."

He turned to see Kiva, an imposing Hyena bitch and head of the Master's sentries. "Yes, Captain?" His ears and whiskers swept forward as he saw she wasn't alone. Another lean canid shape loomed with her, one that he hadn't heard approach.

"You're relieved of duty. I'll take over your shift." She nodded to the other form, which stepped silently out of the shadows. The moonlight glinted off his stippled pelt, and he recognized the uniform and face of Dak'arr, the keeper of the Master's hounds. "Go with him."

"Captain?" He eyed Dak'arr, who returned the appraisal with a gleaming lupine grin.

"Just go, Taka." She seemed nervous in the presence of the Wolf, and wouldn't meet Taka's eyes as she turned to resume his circuit. Dak'arr stepped forward, reaching out a guiding paw without touching him. "This way."

Taka followed the Wolf out of the house, thoughts whirling through his head. Had he done something wrong? Was he going to be whipped? He had been on best behavior since coming to Master Piotr's estate; he wouldn't dishonor both the Master and Mistress Katrina by causing enough trouble to be returned to her. So where was he taking him, and what would the Kennelmaster want with -him-?

He nearly bumped into Dak'arr when they stopped at a door, one that Taka recognized as the quarters of the leonine groundskeeper, Khama. He'd seen Khama once or twice during his various rounds, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out why the burly Lion would want to speak with him. The Wolf knocked twice, then opened the door and ushered him inside with a softly growled, "Mind your manners, kitten." He laid one ear back and curled his lip at the derogatory term, letting Dak'arr know he'd heard him, would deal with him later. He might be new, but he wasn't going to let a dog think he had the upper hand. His warning was met with a chuckle as Dak'arr shut the door behind them, and Taka paused to take in his new surroundings.

The room was comfortably furnished. The chairs and couches nestled against the walls looked plush and inviting, and a fire crackled in the fireplace on the far side of the room. The fire was the only light source, and the play of light and shadow about the walls and floor lent a warm cast to the sparsely decorated room. A set of stairs led up to a loft that overlooked the sitting room. Taka flared his nostrils, detecting the mild smell of tallow; good. Perhaps he could beg a few candles from this Khama - the bright halogen lights in his quarters hurt his sensitive eyes.

But why was he here in the first place? He looked back at the silent Wolf, who was regarding him with a strange expression. "What are we doing here?"

"Because I wanted to get a look at you."

They both turned at the deep growl as Khama stepped from the shadows to lean on the rail of the loft. His mane hung loose and long about his broad shoulders, his tawny pelt made golden by the flickering flames. He was bare-chested, a breechcloth his only consent to clothing, and Taka resisted the urge to tug at his own shirt collar. He padded softly down the stairs, his muscles sliding smoothly under his pelt as he approached with an appraising glint in his eye. "So this is the new one."

Taka nodded respectfully to the Lion. "Yes, my--" A heavy cuff from the Wolf caught him just behind the ear.

He whirled around with a snarl, fangs bared and ears back and met the amber gaze of the equally snarling Wolf. "You'll speak when you're spoken to, cub!" Taka shot his claws and took a step back, ready to show this canine that he wasn't going to take his shit.

"Enough!" Khama's arm shot between them, and he glared hard at the Wolf. "Leave us, now."

Wolf and Lion stared, fangs gleaming. Taka waited, tail fluffed, ready to step in to assist Khama if this dog tried to take him on. After a long, charged moment, he couldn't keep his lips from curling into a smirk as Dak'arr's ears twitched, then lowered. With a last look to both of them, the Wolf turned and left the cabin.

Taka relaxed, let his claws retract and smoothed his headfur back into place with a rumbling growl of mingled gratitude and annoyance. Khama chuckled in return. "You'll have to forgive Dak'arr. He gets a little...zealous at times."

Taka chuffed in agreement. "Dogs need to be leashed."

The Lion laughed at that, and Taka saw the tips of his gleaming canines. "Spirited, too!" He grinned. "I like that." He circled behind him, and Taka followed his movement with his ears. Khama had not asked him to sit, and his tailtip had started to twitch; this was no social call, and his suspicion was confirmed at the next question. "So, did Mistress Katrina work you hard?"

He puffed a breath through his nose at the twist of innuendo in the last word. "Not as hard as she would have liked...sir." He wasn't sure why he added the honorific, but as Khama circled back in front of him, he saw approval in his golden eyes.

"Kiva tells me you've been unhappy with your duties, Taka," Khama folded his powerful arms. "And I have to say that this is distressing news from one so new to the Estate. I wanted to get to the bottom of this before it started to affect the others." He tilted his head. "You may speak freely...what is wrong?"

Taka lowered his gaze, reining in the flare of temper enough to keep the growl from his voice. "Sentry duty is for guard dogs...sir. Mistress Katrina gave me to the Master to assist Chenza, but the Master put me on sentry duty, as if I were an unwanted book to be shelved." He sighed with a touch of relief, pleased to be able to complain to -someone-. He chanced a look up at the Lion, and saw that Khama's expression was amusedly inquisitive, his brow arched.

"So...you think you know better than the Master where his servants should be assigned?"

His eyes widened at that suggestion and he shook his head emphatically. "No...no sir, not at all! I've performed to the best of my ability, as I'm sure Kiva can tell you as well. It's just--"

"You think that Chenza needs the help?"

"I'm sure she doesn't, sir, I--"

"You just want to serve where you know you'll do the most good." A statement, not a question.

Taka lowered his head, flattening his ears to the side in silent agreement. A lecture then; he could deal with this. "Yes, sir, I do."

He heard a deep sigh from Khama. "As it happens, Taka, Chenza is about to go into season...and the Master wants a Liger." He rumbled a purr in his chest, giving Taka no doubt as to who would father such a cub, then continued. "Chenza must be alone at this time for her body to urge her to seek a mate. If there was a male with her during this time, she would not do so, and there would be no cub for her to raise." He stepped closer, and Taka could smell the blood on his breath - he'd eaten pig recently. "During the months of her pregnancy, she will train you in your new duties as gamekeeper until she is ready to return to her circuit." Closer still, and he felt the heat of the Lion's body encroaching on his space. He closed his fingers into his palm, his claws pricking the pads softly as he fought his body's urge to strike the predator that loomed so close. "So, you see, there is a very careful plan at work, both to ensure good breeding stock for the Master, and to acquire a qualified replacement for our quite competent gamekeeper." Khama's chuff of amusement made his whiskers quiver. "But you seemed to think that you could do it better, hm?"

"Sir, I--"

Khama grabbed him. It happened quicker than his next breath. One moment he'd been ready to apologize for his behavior, the next he was biting back a yowl of pain as the Lion's fingers were tangled in his headfur, his claws scraping his skull dangerously. Khama's eyes were blazing with anger, and something else as he snarled at him. "I think it's time you learned who is in charge at this estate, Taka."

Taka twisted in the Lion's grip and managed to writhe away from the throat-bite. This time the yowl escaped as a hank of his headfur tore from him to dangle from Khama's claws. He shot his own claws, panting, baring his fangs as he waited for the Lion to strike. He didn't have to wait long, and within seconds they were locked in a slashing, roaring and yowling grapple. Even as the Lion bore down on him with his superior weight and size, he fought with all his strength, knowing that at least he would put up a good fight before he submitted.

It ended quickly, leaving Taka panting in Khama's grip, bleeding from various superficial claw wounds. The Lion's powerful arm wrapped around his throat, his weight pressing him into the floor. To his surprise, Khama's chest quivered with a chuckle. "I think your stay here will be quite interesting, Taka, but I -strongly- recommend you stop fighting me right...now."

Taka gave another panicked lurch as, with a swipe of one claw, Khama shredded his breeches. He felt it then, as the Lion's weight pressed back down, the hard curve of Khama's erection against his flank. His claws scraped the wooden floor as Taka scrabbled at it, trying to escape what he knew was coming.

He saw it in an eyeblink.

He'd been brasher a few years ago, when he'd reached his prime, cheeking the other servants and slipping into the younger female's quarters at night to wrestle and play. He loved the feel of it, loved to watch his cock slip into the tight folds of a willing female. He loved to feel their neckfur gripped in his teeth as he thrust hard and deep, grunting as he spilled his seed into them. Panther, Lynx, Puma, even the prey animals of Impala, Mare and Springbok, he loved them all...until one of the elder servants, a matron Mare, caught him with her daughter. Her mate had been furious, and he thought there would be no greater agony than what he felt when he'd been impaled on the enraged stallion and punished, hard and viciously. He swore, he remembered with perfect clarity, that he would never submit that way to another again. He was a predator, and would never be prey.

In the next eyeblink he cried out as Khama's saliva-coated finger shoved into his tailhole. Khama grunted behind him. "It's only going to hurt worse if you struggle, cub. Every slave here has been through this, now it's your turn...besides, I think your body is already enjoying this, hmmm?"

The Lion's finger popped out of his tight tailhole and his paw slid around to cup at his groin, and to his shame Taka felt a tear squeeze from his eye as his cock started to slip forth from its sheath. Khama stroked him expertly, up and down, and the sensation was too much to will away. Soon he was grinding forward into the Lion's stroking paw, mindless of all but the pleasure that felt so much like the females back home....

Until Khama's cock pressed against his tailhole and, with a quick, brutal shove, the Lion was inside him.

He screamed from the shock of the penetration and the memories that assaulted him even as Khama's fangs closed on his neckfur, the Lion's hot breath like a bellows against his skin. Still the stroking continued, and he struggled against both the rigid flesh inside him and the knowing caress of Khama's paw. The barbs on Khama's sex scraped him cruelly as the thrusts began, hard and rough. His struggles only seemed to increase Khama's hunching dominance, and he froze as the Lion's claws pricked dangerously into his cock, the message crystal clear. If he struggled, he would bleed, would never recover. If he submitted, allowed this savage claim, he would be no better than any of the other slaves on the Estate, raped and dominated by the King of the Master's Beasts.

His body chose before his pride could stop him. He relaxed, forcing his limbs to unclench and go limp under the Lion's assault, and felt another tear dampen his face as heard a deep, satisfied chuckle through the teeth clenched in his neckfur. The burning thrusts continued, but layered with the pain the stroking continued on his rigid shaft, still rock hard despite the shame. Another shove buried the Lion's cock fully inside him, and he moaned through clenched fangs as he was yanked up to his knees astride Khama's thrusting hips.

Trapped this way, Khama's pace increased to a frenzied tempo, his hips banging up behind Taka in time with his stroking, jerking paw. The Lion grunted with increasing urgency, his teeth clenching tighter and tighter on his neck, and for a wild, delirious moment he thought that this was how he would die, his neck snapped as Khama's seed shot into him and he sprayed his own milky essence all over his belly. And in that moment, the image coupled with the battering rape shot a surge of sparks across his spangling nerves, and he shouted his release even as Khama's fangs pierced the skin of his neck, marking him as the Lion pulsed hard inside him, his balls tight against his ravaged tailhole.

He blinked as he came slowly back to himself, for one odd moment thinking this whole evening was just a dream, that he would wake up back in his quarters with his belly sticky with come. He would chuckle down at himself, get up, and--Khama dragged his spent member out of him with a grunt, and Taka gave a last snarl of pain as the barbs scraped the sensitive ring of his tailhole. He remained where he was, his tail tucked protectively over himself as the Lion circled around to crouch before him. He met the golden gaze for a moment, then lowered his gaze and flattened his ears, showing him the submission his body had already given.

He started slightly as Khama dipped a finger into the white puddle on his belly, then winced as he shoved his finger into Taka's mouth. "Taste your submission, Taka...you belong to me, now." Taka gagged at the feel of the Lion's finger and the bitter taste of his own seed, but still didn't meet Khama's eyes as he sucked the finger clean.

He heard his own voice, low and tentative, as Khama pulled his finger away. "May I return to my duties, sir?" He pulled a handkerchief from his torn pocket and wiped the congealing pool of semen from his belly, his lips peeled back in disgust, as it would mat his fur until he could groom himself. He jumped as he felt the broad, raspy stroke of Khama's tongue on his neck, licking the wounds of claiming that he'd made. Taka shut his eyes and endured the caress with an inward shudder, and stood quickly when it stopped.

"You may return to your duties...and you will be summoned when Chenza has been bred." The Lion's tone was layered with sated amusement. "Have a good shift, Sentry."

Taka left without looking back, his tail still tucked with shame, his body clenched so that none of Khama's seed would leak and betray what had happened...

...but everyone knew it, he could tell by the furtive looks, by the pain of the fang wounds in his neck, by the lurid grin of the loathsome Dak'arr. He had been shown his place. Kiva acknowledged his return with a look of sympathy and an awkward pat on the shoulder. He flattened his ears at the token caress, but remained, as ever, silent as he reclaimed his spear. He would do his duty.