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"Why don't you lay on your back and keep your muzzle open wide?" Oliver suggested with a cruel smirk.

Earlier, the skunk had stupefied Marc, his submissive golden retriever mate, with a series of hypnotic suggestions cleverly embedded into a video that he watched once the couple arrived at a cabin they rented for a romantic getaway. Whenever the capricious mephit expressed a command as a question beginning with the phrase 'why don't you-' the dog was rendered helpless to do anything other than comply. What began as an exercise to overcome the shy canine's inhibitions was quickly revealed by Oliver to be a plot to beguile his lover as an enthralled slave under his complete control. It was an enterprise undertaken for their mutual benefit. The canid would be able to experience the sexual servitude and humiliation that he craved and his partner would feel utter dominance.

The skunk unveiled his deviousness by exerting his power over his companion without warning. He forced Marc to strut out into public wearing nothing but his underwear and chuck his phone into the lake. Then when he returned, he paddled him mercilessly and made the older anthro lick and worship his footpaws before having the retriever suck him to climax while his own trembling length remained painfully neglected. At the end the canine was given the choice of being freed from his mental bondage or remaining mesmerized and unerringly obedient.

The dog chose the latter.

Now, coerced by the formidable hypnotic compulsion to surrender to his master's every desire, Marc was powerless to defy the snowy-furred mephit. He stared into his lover's vibrant pink irises as he felt the demand to submit take hold. He complied, pressing his shoulders flat against the hardwood floor. The canid's impressively large, scarlet erection smacked against the slight chubbiness of his belly while the cold hardness of the floor renewed the sharp sensation on his recently paddled rump. He hissed at the sudden surge of pain on his warm hindquarters and whimpered as the feeling dulled to an ache that was a powerful reminder of his mate's authority. His maw opened as if his bottom jaw were pried loose by an unseen force.

The black-striped anthro clambered over his submissive's torso and straddled the prone canine's chest, his fuzzy sac settling in the hollow of Marc's throat. Despite being freshly out of the haze of afterglow, Oliver was again aroused and invigorated by his fascinated property's willingness to continue on as his enslaved toy. He aligned his half-engorged phallus with canid's mouth, his tip resting against his pet's bottom lip. The ebony flesh still glistened with saliva and spunk from his recent orgasm. His thrall's amber fur visibly bristled as he shivered at the provocative scent of the enticing organ so close to his snoot.

Suddenly, a hot, acrid stream erupted from the skunk's penis and flowed directly into his lover's throat, filling his muzzle with a golden river of urine. The mephit sighed in relief as he relaxed his bladder. He'd been holding his piss for some time and the flow was practically a torrent. The dog's maw was quickly filled to capacity and it overflowed, cascading down his jaw and neck, dribbling onto the floor below and pooling around him. The retriever fought to gag at the bitter taste his master's pee.

"Why don't you swallow my piss? Drink it down," Oliver commanded as he continued to flood urine into his captive partner's mouth.

Marc succumbed to the order as the drive to indulge his owner washed over him and he involuntarily imbibed his foul drink. It took several large gulps to swallow down the massive mouthful of the vile liquid. He continued to choke at the flavor, unused to anything so intense. He'd never even tasted piss before that moment. He was torn between feeling sick and feeling incredibly horny at being so degraded. The debasement, humiliation, and lack of control due to the hypnosis was a heady mixture that was activating all sorts of new and expanded desires within the passive canine.

The skunk managed to rise to stand as he continued to relieve himself. Once he had squared his stance he directed his surge of pee downward, spraying his lover's broad chest and stomach where the smell seeped into his fur. The powerful scent of the marking clung to the canine's coat, threatening to persist for hours, if not days, designating him as owned and dominated to any anthros who caught a whiff of the intoxicating pheromones. Finally, the mephit focused the last trickle of yellow nectar that he had to offer at his mate's goin, dousing his leaking member and hefty sac, before the stream steadily tapered off. Oliver gave his genitals a spirited shake, letting the droplets sprinkle across his already soaked slave.

The dominant fur gracefully dropped to his knees next to his toy and slid a dexterous paw around his partner's considerable knot. He gave it a gentle squeeze, causing the dog to immediately squirm and buck with desire. The slick, velvety flesh twitched greedily between his fingers.

"Do you have to piss too?" The skunk asked slyly.

"Yes, master," Marc responded, voice husky, as his tongue absently glided across the remnants of the warm, salty piss on his lips. It had been just as long since he had used the restroom as it had since his mate last did. He had been distracted by the hypnosis and by Oliver's displays of superiority, but his bladder twinged in recognition of its needs. The potent, musky scent of his top's marking served as a ready reminder of that.

The mephit angled the canine's member upward toward his own face. "I could make you piss all over yourself like a fountain, you know. But that would wash away my scent, and I think I have a better idea," he commented with a friendish smile. "Why don't you hold it until I give you permission to pee?"

The canid whined as his shattered will caved to his partner's whim. He instantly knew that his mental restraints rendered him incapable of relieving himself- at least until his physical capacity to do so wore down so much that the process became involuntary. The slight pang of urgency in his pelvis was sure to grow to a ceaseless ache before too long.

"Now then," the skunk continued, "I've made us reservations for dinner in a bit at a fancy place in town. Why don't you just towel off, rather than shower clean, before getting dressed?" He artfully plucked up his mate's briefs, which had been discarded during their session and were now quite saturated. The once pure cotton had been stained a pale saffron, having absorbed no small amount of urine from the puddle on the floor. "And why don't you wear these instead getting a fresh pair?"

Marc felt the cerebral burden to comply and, with or without his assent, his body got to work doing as it was commanded. He used a fresh towel to wipe down his soggy fur, but by the time he was more or less dry the poignant aroma of the marking hadn't abated. He would remain embarrassingly odorous until he was given permission to scrub clean in a hot shower and any anthro who so much as sniffed the fragrance would surely recognize it for what it was. The dog's cheeks and ears burned hot at the notion of being exposed so publicly by the silent display of ownership. Once no longer dripping wet, he rang out the excess moisture of his damp pair of underwear and pulled them on before taking the initiative to wipe up the floor of their mess.

During the tasks, the canine's bladder steadily protested more as the minutes passed by and it swelled due to the recent addition of his owner's piss sloshing about in his stomach. When he was nearly fully dressed, he was fidgety, erratically bouncing from footpaw to footpaw, and fighting the urge to grip his genitals like a recently potty-trained cub in dire search of the toilet.

Oliver drew his mate's attention as he entered the room, having quickly groomed himself. He was dressed handsomely in black trousers and a pinstriped grey and purple dress shirt. A vibrant fuschia tie gave equal hints of formality and flamboyance, and the mephit's haughty stance brought the ensemble together with an air of authority. As the dapper skunk casually posed against the doorframe, they gazed luridly at one another for a moment, each weighing their desire for one another's body against the pleasure of an evening out. The couple silently decided to let their lust simmer just below the surface for the time being and within minutes were on their way to the restaurant.

Once they arrived they were swiftly seated at a corner table. Sophisticated but not formal and with faintly audible, vaguely romantic music playing, the restaurant was just shy of crowded with other diners. They were greeted over the excited buzz by a glib feline server who took their drink orders with efficient enthusiasm, and recommended with some fervor the sauteed root vegetable entree that was just coming into season. Oliver surprised his toy by ordering them each an ale to go with their dinner as they were sparse drinkers.

They held paws on the tabletop and smiled at each other for a few minutes in the soft candlelight, chatting about unimportant things and undressing one another with their eyes. If it weren't for the canine's jittering legs caused by his needy bladder it would seem like the couple might entirely have forgotten about their kinky arrangement. When their drinks arrived the white- and black-furred anthro quickly slid Marc's perspiring glass closer to him with a wicked grin.

"Why don't you drink that right away?" He asked with faux innocence. With his property's body already close to bursting it was a sadistic suggestion.

The canine whimpered softly as he grabbed his glass. When he raised it to his lips and started to swallow his bladder rebelled almost instantaneously. It would be a few moments until it truly hit him, but the retriever already felt like he was likely to unleash a spurt of piss into his sodden underwear at any moment. It took several seconds to empty to glass. The canine's eyes darted about furtively, searching for the restroom. He glanced over to his mate and silently pleaded to be allowed to relieve himself.

"Do you want to piss?" Oliver inquired softly as he took a slow sip of his own drink. The corners of his muzzle hooked upward with a cavalier self-satisfaction.

"Yes, master," the dog replied quickly in a hushed voice. His tone wavered and broke as he feared that pissing himself might be imminent. He was glad for the tablecloth, for it hid his paws gripping his crotch and his endlessly shuffling footpaws.

"Why don't you hold that glass under the table and fill it back up? That should help you out a little bit," the mephit suggested callously.

Marc trembled nervously as acquiesced. His eyes were wide at the bold command, but was defenseless against his programming. He gazed about to make sure no one overheard the command as he swiped up the glass and quickly moved it beneath the table and held it between his knees while his claws fumbled with his fly. In short order he fished out his member and pointed the tip of his sheath into the pint glass and felt the pressure in his bladder finally alleviate. There was a soft hiss as the warm liquid rapidly filled the container, and for all his trepidation, the complete bliss that the canid felt upon finally easing some the tension in his pelvis was readily visible on his face. He fought the urge to unleash a loud, satisfied sigh of contentment. Too soon, the drinkware neared capacity and before he was even close to finishing, the hypnotized slave had to clench down and force his stream to taper off prematurely. The anguish of urgency was still present in his groin, but he had stepped back from the point of breaking.

"Why don't you set that glass up on the table and drink it throughout dinner? Wash down every bite with it. I want it all gone before we leave," the skunk decreed. "And why don't you leave yourself unzipped with your sheath out until we are ready to go?"

Marc's ears drooped with dismay, already dreading the taste. When he set the now warm glass back onto the tabletop it was almost full to the brim with richly yellow piss. It looked incredibly similar to the beer that had been before him a moment earlier and would certainly pass at casual glance. The scent was strong, but scarcely noticeable in a crowded dining hall filled with so many different aromas wafting about.

If their caracal server noted anything out of place as he brought them their entrees, he gave no indication. He set down their platters with a friendly nod and whisked himself away.

Oliver let his footpaw slide up his lover's pant leg and gracefully work its way toward his mate's exposed crotch. Their eyes met as the soft, velvet flesh of the mephit's paw pads gently caressed the canine's furry sheath. He felt the length quiver beneath his ministrations and gradually he worked the swollen tip free of its confines while the retriever did his best to not draw attention to himself by groaning with pleasure. The pleasant sensation quickly aroused the hypnotized anthro, and within moments he was growing hard and pre had started running in small rivers down his swollen cock and onto his master's toe-claws. His groin grew warm as he was reminded how he hadn't yet climaxed that day, despite their earlier sexual escapades.

Marc tried to distract himself by eating his meal but the compulsion gripped him and shortly after every swallow of the delicious dish he was forced to endure a mouthful of his own cooling piss from the beer glass. The skunk smiled lavisciously to his lover as he kneaded his agile footpaw over the wanton flesh, coaxing it until his maleness had entreated fully out of its sheath and was completely rigid. The erection slipped smoothly across his sole, lubricated by the copious emissions leaking from it.

Over the following half an hour as they ate and resumed conversing and stared lovingly into one another's eyes with Oliver's devilishness was hidden beneath a mask of normalcy and Marc's mesmerized state subtle and unobtrusive. The skunk carefully kept his submissive on the edge of release, nearly causing him to climax onto the underside of their dining table more than once as he was forced to swallow mouthfuls of his own urine. Everytime, just as the retriever's sac drew tight and his breath hitched, the mephit withdrew his footpaw and let his slave back up from the precipice of orgasm before starting his rubbing anew. He knew how much cum the canid could generate and there would be no hiding their activities if he were to finish during their dinner, as entertaining as it would be. He instead revelled in the euphoric faces that the dog tried to suppress during their meal.

Once their dishes was devoured the pair ordered dessert. Oliver was actually rather stuffed, but he wanted to give his property a moment to let his his denied length deflate and retreat so he could properly tuck himself back into his wet briefs. He was satisfied with his lover draining every last drop of piss from his glass and knew that it would not be long until the liquid hit his bladder and refreshed his desperation. By the time their treat and ticket arrived, Marc was already shuffling his paws with dire need again. The mephit ate his berry tart needlessly slow to allow his toy to suffer a bit longer, but eventually it was time for them to leave and he quietly gave the necessary command for the dog to zip himself back up. When they stood to go there was still a notable bulge in his lover's trousers, as the effect of the long session of edging throughout the meal had yet to fully abate, and there were the faintest of splotches around his thighs where his dripping pre had stained the fabric.

As they passed the host's stand on the way out, the ruthless mephit leaned over and whispered quietly into his lover's ear.

"Why don't you pee now until your bladder is empty?"

The enthralled anthro abruptly felt the flow of hot piss warming his groin as he complied with no conscious effort. Within a matter of seconds his already damp underwear was saturated and a steady stream started trickling down his legs. The sensation of finally letting go was so intense that Marc wanted to delight in the relief his aching bladder felt, but knew he needed to bolt out the door before he left a puddle on the floor of the restaurant. He quickly hurried past a couple of furs entering the restaurant as a large dark patch formed on the front of his pants. He had so much urine stored that it kept issuing forth from his phallus and drenching the ground beneath his paws. The light of sunset was still bright enough to clearly tell at a casual glance that he was pissing himself. He was unable to disobey the suggestion and cease peeing, so instead the humiliated canine hurried down the bustling street to where their car was parked and with only the slightest hesitance about how it would affect the seat tried to pry open the door and hop inside to hide himself.

It was, of course, unfortunately locked and Oliver had the key. The skunk nonchalantly sauntered in the canid's direction and clearly enjoyed seeing him resigned to publicly wetting himself while leaning, embarrassed beyond measure, against the car door. A handful of bemused anthros looked curiously his way, but most were polite enough to keep to themselves after a chuckle at Marc's expense. Eventually his stream dwindled off. The last of his bladder's offerings dribbled down his inner thigh just as his master reached him. The dog was panting heavily, both in alleviation and exasperation. His head was hung in shame and his face flushed hot while his master grinned and unlocked the vehicle.

Not long after, as they drove home, they discussed the experience.

"How did you enjoy drinking your own piss in a room full of furs?" The mephit questioned.

"It was kind of hot being forced to do that," Marc admitted, blushing furiously. "I can't believe you made me keep my junk out under the table the whole time though. What if someone had noticed?"

"They didn't," Oliver shrugged. "And how did you like being humiliated in public by wetting yourself like a cub?"

"I don't think that would ever be something I could have done without being hypnotized," he responded honestly, reliving the exhilarating embarrassment.

"It gets better," the skunk explained with a cocked brow. "I picked this site for a reason. After sunset, it's adults-only on the lakefront. That means that swimwear on the beach is optional and there are basically no rules."

The canine heard his heart thumping in his ears in nervous anticipation at the statement. As soon as they got back to their cabin and went inside, Oliver immediately began undressing to his vibrantly-colored underwear with his back to his lover. The fuschia boxer-briefs hugged his slender form, showing off the alluring gentle roundness of his ass and the tone outline of his thighs. As he shucked his clothes he looked luridly over his shoulder to his mate and swished his fluffy tail from side to side.

"Why don't you get naked?" He asked offhandedly.

As soon as the words struck his subconscious, the fascinated retriever began to obey unquestioningly. With a practiced efficiency he removed his clothes and stood before his controller nude and still rather damp. The mephit purposely stepped toward his hypnotized slave, the taut fabric hugged clung to the contours of his sac and sheath, giving only the faintest illusion of modesty. He was never shy about revealing his body, but chose to keep one piece of attire for no other reason than to reinforce the power dynamic between the duo: He was the owner, the master, the one in charge. He could force his submissive to do literally anything and his property, a mesmerized servant, would have no choice but to submit. He had beguiled the canine with deeply ingrained coercive messages, and while he was given fleeting permission to do so, the authority was his to do as he wished and push the enthralled dog to his limits. He absolutely intended to wield it.

A quick glance through the blinds reassured the mephit that twilight had arrived and his mate could safely engage in whatever humiliating torment Oliver chose to put him through. He planned to start off mildly, but quickly escalate into a stark display of dominance for all to see. The skunk strode close enough to his partner for the canid's radiated body heat to prickle the skin beneath his snowy fur. He dropped a paw and cupped Marc's heavy orbs and rolled them about in his palm, feeling their weight. The day had already been intensely arousing for the retriever and the slightest touch to his groin caused him to softly groan with want. His massive sheath twitched and plumped as the crimson tip of his erection began to peak out of its fuzzy confines.

Oliver pressed his body against him and planted a series of kisses along his jaw and neck, breathing huskily into his ear and kindling desire within his older mate, quickly bringing the canine to a half-hard state. He let his paw slide back under his lover's balls and used a digit to gently prod at his hole, teasing the sensitive flesh there while threatening to force its way in.

"Why don't we go out for a swim?" He inquired sensually.

A wave of anxiety passed through Marc as the suggestion gripped him. His master was going to force him to wander outside completely naked and engorged within view of the other furs along the lakefront. As his limbs moved as fluidly as ever, he could see through the window that there were plenty of couples seated on blankets dotted along the beach sharing bottles of wine or lover's glances. A few furs were dressed down to swimsuits or their underwear for swimming and a couple of females took advantage of the lack of rules to entice their partners by going topless as well. There may have been a few other males also completely nude, a lackadaisical cross to their legs to cast indistinct shadows across their groins, but the distance, angle, and umbral illumination of post-sunset provided just enough concealment to bring their state of dress into question.

No other anthro was brazen strutting out into the open with their leaking erection on full display, though.

He flung the door open and nearly hyperventilated at the obvious exposure while his master sauntered along behind, still clad in generally appropriate attire. The light from the doorway highlighted the golden retriever from behind but it was still several seconds until the other furs along the waterfront took notice, most with giggles and amused smiles to their partners. There was the occasional sigh of appreciation or gasp of surprise mixed in with the other reactions. Marc's face burned hot with embarrassment as he reached the crystal water of the lake. Even as its cold embrace rippled and splashed above his thighs his tumescence refused to abate. He heard his mephit controller wade in behind him, but was loathe to turn back and reveal his hardness to the chortling furs on the beach once more. As he continued to lumber into the lake, Oliver overtook him, his claws gripping the dog's ass and toying playfully with his tail as he passed.

Eventually they were both fully in the water and the mesmerized canine had control of his body once more. The initial shock of seeing an aroused anthro boldly exhibit himself died to a murmur of interest and after a few moments, shrouded somewhat by the water and faint light of dusk, the retriever was able to somewhat enjoy his swim with his partner. He splashed about but remained reserved by shyness, ever conscious of his vulnerable state and the knowledge that he would eventually need to make the reverse trek back into the cabin.

"Why don't you float on your back and get yourself completely hard again?" The mephit said out of nowhere, just as his lover was beginning to feel some semblance of comfort. Oliver was eager to see his mate's enormous member silhouetted against the starry purple backdrop and knew the several inches of glistening, crimson flesh would likely be easily visible from shore.

The water sloshed as his mortified slave moved into his assigned position, bobbing back arched and crotch thrust up, in the lake. His paw lowered to massage his girth out of its sheath and slowly caressed it up and down until he had reached full hardness. His languid strokes belied the degradation that he felt, and by the muted light of the moon and stars Oliver could see in his lover's beautiful amber eyes the strange mix of chagrin and arousal. He was relishing being used and degraded in such a way. Within seconds pre was trickling freely down his scarlet member in sparkling rivulets.

"Why don't you keep pawing off? Get as close as you can without letting yourself cum," his mate hissed seductively in his ear. The skunk gently started pushing his property closer to the shoreline as the dog squirmed against his programming, but failed and shuddered with pleasure as he edged himself. He was brought ever closer to where other furs could easily observe him pleasuring himself, completely unaware of his hypnotized state and instead left to assume a causal deviancy.

Within minutes they reached the beach again and the mephit had his mate come onto dry land. He had his partner sit with his legs spread on the shore and continue masturbating his unyielding maleness while other nearby anthros either watched lustfully or pointedly looked away as their interest in the situation varied. Meanwhile, Oliver disappeared into the cabin. He took his time knowing that every second would feel like an eternity to his ordinarily demure partner who was forced to put on such an erotic show for strangers. When he returned he held a bottle of lube in his claws. He had a noticeable bulge in his underwear as he stood back and watched the spectacle for a short while. He could hardly wait to bury his cock deep into his slave's ass.

The white skunk sat down near his lover and held out the bottle of lubricant. "Why don't you use this to stretch yourself?" He commanded cruelly. Once the retriever took it from him the mephit reclined lazily on the shore, paws cradling his head, and observed his boyfriend.

The mind-controlled canine shrunk visibly as he watched his paw move away from his thrumming length, edged and needy, to grab the lube of its own accord, but his penis betrayed his eagerness to be viewed in such a manner as it jumped and trembled while he drizzled a healthy amount of the cool, slick substance onto his fingers. He leaned back and lifted his hefty sac, revealing his puckered hole. He slid one digit in, slowly at first, twisting and wriggling it until it was in him to the knuckle, before beckoning against the sweet spot within himself.

A moan escaped his lips as he stroked his prostate and small jets of pre splattered onto his chest. Marc gradually worked in a second finger to join the first. The dog writhed as he twisted his knuckles and rotated his paw. He started to scissor and stretch apart the digits to loosen himself further, gasping in pleasure. As he closed his eyes and arched his back he heard someone unseen release a taunting whistle. The abasement propelled him further. He whined and shudder while lost in a daze of pleasure. The hypnotic control was as such that he couldn't take ownership of his limbs if he tried so with no effort his body adhered to his master's commands all on its own. Being owned and forced to humiliate himself publicly for the pleasure of his mate, his master, was an obscure feeling that he reveled in.

As Oliver lay on his back with a visible tent in his underwear, sheath plump and firm from watching his lover prepare himself, he extracted his cock out of the fly of his boxer-briefs. His ebony member was lost in the darkness of the night, in stark contrast with that of his mate's fleshy rod, which was bright enough to clearly be flaunted for the attention of onlookers. Already rigid, he gave his length a few good strokes. Small spurts of pre erupted from his erect maleness, slicking his shaft with his own essence. He shivered in ecstacy.

"Why don't you ride me? And why don't you moan loudly so that everyone can hear what a submissive bitch you are?" The horny mephit dictated, incredibly eager to plunge into his mate's hole. The canine stood, a shining strand of pre clearly dripping from his cocktip as he moved. He positioned his body over his lover's hips and squatted down, aligning his stretched entrance with the adamant hardness of his owner's phallus. With one paw he guided the tip to his tailhole and slowly slid onto it inch by inch until he fully hilted it. He unleashed a throaty groan as the organ penetrated him and moved past his prostate to activate each pleasure point within him. His raspy breaths and whimpers were exaggerated for onlookers. He made sure that each huff and moan was readily audible from some distance, practically wailing his pleasure with wild abandon, unable to contain his gratification after the simple command.

Almost immediately he planted his paws on the ground and forced himself to raise until only the very tip of Oliver's quivering length remained inside of him and then lowered himself again, gasping loudly at the pure bliss derived from taking his master's girth into his ready hole. He cried out as a blast of pre erupted from the head of his cock and gleamed in the moonlight before splattering onto his owner's chest fur. He leaned back, turning his face to the sky and moaned as he picked up speed. His bouncing form was crisp against the twilight for any potential bystanders to gawk at as he pistoned repeatedly down onto his master's flesh, taking the firm length deep within him.

Endlessly stimulated all evening, their coupling wasn't going to last long. The skunk's claws dug into his slave's hips as he thrust upward and roughly ground his shaft against the canid's prostate, causing the dog's breath to catch mid-whine. The mephit started bucking almost immediately, propelling his slick, black pole in and out of his mate's abused cleft. He quickly lost time with his submissive's motions and began ramming upward with wild abandon. His erratic assault rapidly brought him to the edge of release.

Marc's ring tightened around the invading member and his sac drew close. His swollen cock tensed and spasmed. With a tremendous gasp he lowered himself fully onto his master's rod and skewed his face. His body shuddered involuntarily as he reached orgasm. His arousal fomented from hours of sexual teasing and humiliation, his load was massive. Numerous thick ropes of retriever cum erupted from his twitching, crimson phallus, splattering into the dirt over his owner's shoulder and across the ashen fur of his chest, coating the skunk in gleaming strands.

With his slave's hot ass clamped around his hardness and the scent of their sex pervading the air, Oliver was pushed over the brink. His back arched as he quaked and groaned, unleashing a spray of seed into his partner's hole with several powerful spurts. Gooey spunk leaked out around his girth and over his balls as his muscles slackened and he lay back spent on the ground, Marc's weight atop him.

The mephit stared up into his property's eyes as they huffed and panted, suddenly gripped by the miasma of afterglow, and saw his lover's face surrounded by a halo of twinkling stars. The sounds of the lake and other anthros faded into an indistinct blur.

"Why don't you stay my sex-slave forever?" Oliver asked, raising his muzzle for a kiss.