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Shadi floated for a long time. She could feel the wind rushing past her as she glided lazily amongst the high clouds, reaching out to run her fingers through the tendrils of moisture that lingered by their edges.

It was cold, and she felt the chill acutely down to her bones as she continued downwards, on a trail to who knew where. The surface eventually she assumed, but she'd never imagined the drop would take this long. Her tail lashed through the air behind her as she began to pick up speed, like the streamers they used to put on kites as children in the plains, baubles and bells weaved into her fur jingling and jangling all the while as they were knocked about by the wind.

Faster still she descended, falling down, down through the clouds until they parted and cleared suddenly beneath her. A great vortex opened beneath her, dark and foreboding as it loomed closer, hundreds of miles across, the air making a sucking rush as it was pulled downwards towards the surface.

She was jerked as she drew closer to the massive cloud formation, the sucking roar becoming louder and louder until it was a deafening howl of a tempest unleashed. The wind was buffeting her now, shaking her back and forth like a leaf caught in a gale.

The black core loomed closer and closer, and with a started cry, she-

Woke up. A strangled gasp left her as she pushed herself up off the mossy cobblestones beneath her. The deafening roar from her nightmare was still present, and she looked around frantically, trying to get her bearings and take in her surroundings.

The cell was about eight feet square, with one wall open to the back of a roaring waterfall that cascaded down the mountainside a few feet from the sheer edge of her cell. A wrought iron door was built into the wall opposite, with no handle of even a viewing slit visible in it.

She scrambled back against the far wall, the rushing air kicking a steady spray of droplets into the cell as she caught her breath, and tried to calm her racing heart.

Her back stung sharply as she pressed against the wall and she let out a yeowl of pain, reaching over her shoulders to feel her back. Jagged edged cuts had appeared from Mistress's whip where it had struck her as the guards had tried to pull her away from the Dire wolf after she'd spat his fingers out for him to see.

The metallic tang of blood was still clinging to her mouth, and she spat in disgust to clear it. She managed a grim smile as she sat up, recalling her rapist's screams as he'd thrown her to the floor, along with the first cracks of the whip. At least she'd gotten that much satisfaction from him... Maybe if they let her perform with him again, she'd take his cock off for him next time.

If they ever let her out of the cell, to begin with, that was, and somehow, looking out at the water as it rushed past, she sincerely doubted her prospects of freedom. She sighed, and more carefully this time curled up on the damp, cold stone floor, and curled her tail around herself. There was nothing else to do but wait now, and see what was to become of her.

Fortunately, she didn't need to wait long. A pair of guards came to collect her shortly thereafter, and without further words, took her from the cell. How long had she been unconscious for? The backside of the waterfall hadn't revealed anything beyond the cascading barrier, but it had still been light.

She was all but dragged back up the stairs in shuffling steps, her ankles manacled by the guards. Each step was like a mile, and by the time the walls had lost the moisture-slick, mossy appearance, she felt like she'd crossed the continent, and her back stung from the dark, scabbing lashes across her fur. She kept moving, however slow her pace. The one instance she briefly slowed any further, she'd received the haft of a spear across her spine to goad her back into motion.

Mistress was not pleased to see her.

"One more day. That is all the time in the world I have to ensure this show is perfect!" She spoke of it passionately, and Shadi just nodded her head dumbly, playing along with the fantasy that there was more to her performance than a live rendition of rape and breeding for the amusement of lords and nobles on display, who would probably request a 'private show' afterwards anyway...

"Since today has been spoiled, I've requested a new partner for you until Orez is treated. Like him or not, he will be on display as much as you on the night, and if you have to be pinned down for it, so be it. Any more stunts like that, and I'll have you thrown from the windows..." the old greyhound bitch huffed, clearly going to lengths to contain the simmering anger Shadi could see just looking at her.

"Take the cat back to her cell until I call for her tomorrow. And there will be NO mistakes this time." The last part was clearly directed at Shadi, and she bowed her head, fighting the urge to grin.

"Yes, Mistress."

She was dismissed with a wave, and the guards in their clanking armour led Shadi away while she savoured her little victory like it had all been worth it.

She was only afforded a single meal between then and the next morning when the guards finally reappeared in her cell door, the heavy clanking of the lock waking her from a restless sleep. Her stomach growled unhappily, but she did as she was bid, and once more made the shambling March back up the long flights of spiralling stairs, back into warm, torchlit corridors. She held her paws out to each one as they passed, attempting to will some measure of warmth back into her icy paws.

Night in a wet stone cell that was open to the air was not in the slightest bit comfortable. Between them, she rubbed her hands together, trying to restore some feeling and use to her hands in case she had to use them.

Mistress had mentioned a new partner... hopefully, they could not be any worse than Orez was, right? She found herself worrying more and more with each step, her tail twitching with a healthy dose of anxiety as it returned to her system unbidden, putting her right back into the state of flight or fight she had been in the past three days.

They reached the floor of the dancing halls, and Shadi was all but trembling as the guards opened the doors and pushed her inside before unshackling her ankles. The doors slammed with a heavy boom behind her, and she stood, quivering beneath the gaze of her Mistress.

"Get your dress on, silly girl. Your partner will be along shortly. Any defiance from you today, and I'll flat your raw with my whip, am I understood?"

Shadi nodded with a quick acknowledgement and did as she was instructed. The pain of the whip was fresh in her mind as the soft silk rolled down across her back as she slid into the garment.

She stood, a chilly breeze blowing in through the windows at the end of the hall. They were still an option she mused, if they brought in another big hulking brute to rape her. She'd ceased thinking of her performance as anything but. There was no artistry or poetry in it for her. It was stylized rape, and a blunt reminder to her people of their place every time it was performed. To the canines, they were simply property to own and squabble over and trade like a pretty coin.

She hung her head and waited, but it was as much to her surprise as it was her Mistress' when the guards entered the chamber again with not a wolf in tow, but with a snowy, spotted pelt Lynx.

His own gold collar glimmered in stark contrast to the silver of his pelt, and he held out his paws obediently to his escorts while the undid his manacled. His first movement was to rub his sore wrists, smoothing the fur that had been ruffled beneath them. Only then did he turn to face Mistress, and Shadi watched with just the faintest hint of amusement as he executed an overly formalized bow, the kind nobility used when they wanted to deliver an obvious slight that could not be faulted on them following custom.

"You are the one they have brought me?" Mistress cocked an eyebrow, dubiously looking over the new male.

"I am here, aren't I?" The whip unspooled at his remark, laying flaccid against the floor like a coiled cobra waiting to strike. The unspoken threat was as obvious and the sunlight coming in through the windows.

"Quite. You address me as Mistress. You are familiar with The Conquest, correct?"

"I am. I have danced for many-" The whip cracked, and the male gave the slightest flinch as it snapped across his bared chest, but he did not yelp or cower at the blow. Instead, he simply recomposed himself as if nothing more than a light breeze had disturbed him.

"Yes, Mistress. I am familiar with the dance."

"Good. You may assume your position then. You are a stand-in for today. You are to rehearse the full movement with the female as instructed. Clear?" The greyhound bitch seemed unimpressed that they had not sent another canine up, but on her deadline, she needed someone who knew what they were doing, rather than someone to match the species.

"My master, Lord Ranthor sends his regards. I am his personal servant, and he has generously loaned me to you for the afternoon, Mistress. If I am injured, he will expect recompense for the damage of his property." The Lynx had fixed the greyhounds gaze. He clearly knew his place in the order of things, but evidently, Mistress had misjudged her own and seen him as just another nobody from the slave pens.

The Lynx clearly wasn't. He was far too neatly kept to have come from the pens, and even laying in the hot springs below, Shadi had a permanent coating of dusty flecks in her fur. The male had no such blemishes and held himself as if he belonged. It wasn't unheard of, of course, for canines of note to take felines of better breeding into their household staff as their property, and for those positions to have a certain level of authority to them. Especially considering mistress had struck him and he had stood defiantly in the face of it, the male clearly understood the worth his master placed in him.

The thought troubled her though, that one could simply be purchased by a canine and then expected to "Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir" at their whim like a manservant. Perhaps there was more to it than that though. She eyed the Lynx curiously.

"I will do as requested, but strike me again, and I will be forced to report it to my lord. To convey his words, 'You are fortunate you had two slaves who can dance within this entire bloody castle.', pardon my language. He has loaned me to your training, as I have performed before, and know the steps in both roles. Now, shall we get on with it?"

Mistress was evidently unhappy with the turn of events, but she was hesitating to reel in the Lynx's sharp tongue. His owner was obviously higher on the pecking order than she, and Shadi delighted in watching the greyhound squirm for a response.

"Fine. Take your places. She only has today to have it perfect, and I expect nothing less." The greyhound almost grumbled, rolling her whip in her paw like an overzealous circus master. It was clear it was being made as an idle threat. No lord would want a gold banded slave returned to him flogged after he had so generously offered his slaves skills. Shit would roll downhill quickly, and Shadi had a sinking suspicion that the Lynx's owner sat higher on it than Mistress did.

She took her position without word infront of the Lynx. He leaned in and gave a playful chuff in her ear.

"Marcosi." He offered up as the violinist began to play, the wavering notes of the chase sequence of the performance filling the dancing hall.

"Shadi." She responded politely, enjoying the almost mischievous twinkle in the Lynx's eyes as they passed. It was... Strange to her to see someone who seemed so comfortably pleased with their position of servitude, but at the same time, perhaps she was just glad to see a face that wasn't snarling down at her like she was the scum of the earth. Many felines had been slaves for almost a decade. It wasn't unfathomable that some of those had come to terms with their new positions and made the best of them under the circumstances as Marcosi evidently had.

He certainly seemed like a slightly older gentleman, and as they danced, she caught herself looking over his lithe, feline physique. He was well-timed and in a fit state, but some of the silver in his hair wasn't just his natural colouring. Just going by his face alone, she'd have been unsurprised to find that he was more than a decade her senior, but he still had the handsome look of noble refinement many feline slaves were prized for.

She spun elegantly around his figure, as he did with her own as they came together and separated with the tempo of the passionate and flowing dance, the violinist playing his part on the side just as the dancers performed their own.

Her nerves still fluttered, and she could feel her heartbeat racing as she passed, but she had slightly less apprehension to this male. At least by his tone towards Mistress, he didn't bear her any ill will directly, even if he had been volunteered for the part by his master. To him, it seemed more like a professional courtesy rather than something he lusted after.

His movements were like those of a leaf on the breeze, flitting and weaving back and forth behind her with just the barest traces of his paws crossing her back through the silk of her dress as they passed one another like wisps in the night. As the musical number continued, Shadi found herself more and more accepting of the male's touch, once or twice even rolling her shoulders as she passed against his chest.

His hands crossed her shoulders, nimble and sharp feline claws deftly popping the shoulder straps loose to expose her round breasts, her pink nipples hard against the cool mountain air.

One two three, one two three.

She whipped past the male, her tail deliberately swishing wide in her spin to brush across his chest, and she felt his paws upon the fluffy appendage as she staged her trip. With a swish, she neatly rolled into her paws and knees with the Lynx knelt behind her, his paws grabbing her hips tightly.

She shivered as his paws slid down her thighs, parting her legs as easily as a cheap, willing whore might have been. Shadi couldn't have expected what came next, however. She'd imagined he would part her with his fingers, but rather than use his paws to spread her plump sex lips, she bit back a yeowl as his barbed cock spread her folds, and he effortlessly hilted himself on the first thrust.

He sank deep, thrusting fast while the violinist and Mistress watched on as if nothing were amiss, the little feline finding herself raped once more, just this time, unexpectedly, and less unpleasantly. She bit back a raspy moan as his slimmer, feline cock speared her, the barbs upon the head of his mast scraping her insides and drawing an almost instinctive pleasure from her.

Shame and a deep-set, primal lust tinted her cheeks pink in a blush that ran all the way down to her perky nipples, flushed with warmth as he fucked her and somehow found a way to make it look elegant as he did so. Shadi huffed as the male thrust into her at an almost savage tempo, scraping his barbs through her already sore sex, his hips striking hers with a wet smack each time.

"Ahh~" The little moan escaped her before she could stop it, the male above her leaning over her back to purr in her ear as his length twitched inside of her, a spray of warmth splashing across her cervix.

"Don't forget the dance, Shadi." He hissed urgently. His breath was hot against her ear as he tensed, and Shadi's insides reflexively clenched tight, the first ribbons of his cum hosing her passage down in quick bursts that filled her belly while his barbs flared to hold him within her as he did his best to claim his prize.

It was... so much different from that brute of a wolf, even if they had both raped her. Given the choice, she'd have chosen her feline partner every time without question, and the thought alone that this was her first time mating with her another of her species in who knew how long brought an embarrassed flush to her face.

Her count faltered in her mind as he took her like a savage, yet even at his roughest he was still leagues better than the wolf had been. She could feel her body quaking and rippling around him, catching his feline barb's and pulling him back inside with each thrust, her tail flagged over her back with the tip twitching rapidly.

One two- ahhh! Why do the barbs have to... nngghh, make it feel better?!

He bred her like a feral Tom might a stray queen in an alley, fast, hard, and thorough, before he pulled himself free, his cock dribbling as trail of cum and her own bodies reaction to the sharp stimulation of his spiny prick as he yanked himself back, one paw coming down on her rump as the sudden emptiness of her sex caught up with Shadi.

"Now!" He whispered urgently, and suddenly remembering where she was and who was watching, Shadi rolled forwards, kicking her legs up in a cartwheel as she tried to make it look as elegant as possible, the slick evidence of her sudden and so quick breeding coating the insides of her thighs with a slick sheen.

How long? He couldn't have lasted more than a minute, especially not for that part of the dance! It wasn't even the crescendo and the smugly grinning Lynx had already had her once, yet they danced on still! The only evidence of their frantic tryst was the pearly drips that leaked between Shadi's thighs and the obvious tent pole beneath the loincloth the Lynx was clad in.

She shook her head and tried to refocus her efforts on the dance, but if anything, Mistress seemed pleased with their performance thus far, the old greyhound's foot tapping slowly to the tempo of The Conquest.

One two three, tap tap tap, one two three...

She spun and faced the Lynx, dancing back on her tiptoes as he prowled forward, his glimmering eyes locked hungrily upon her own. Shadi could feel her face warming again underneath his gaze, and span away quickly, hiding the lust and the shame that hit her simultaneously.

He just raped you! Don't be silly!

At least he was nicer about it than the wolf...

Besides... at least he didn't hurt you deliberately, right? That made it okay to enjoy it a little...

She shook her head and narrowly corrected her spin to avoid knocking both of them off their feet, refocusing herself on her counting, like the quiet numbers were her feet and all that kept her grounded.

Her next spin was interrupted midway by the Lynx, and in a flash, his mouth was at her throat, suckling hotly upon her fur and the flesh beneath while Shadi just trembled, limbs rigid and quivering in the predators grasp. His hands made short work of what was left of her mock-up dress, shredding it and tossing it aside as he lifted her up, his paws simultaneously cupping her supple ass cheeks and spreading her legs to either side of him.

She gasped as he penetrated her again mid twirl, timing his thrusts to the violinist's quick strokes of his bow, matching them blow for blow with equally rapid strokes of his cock, hips thrusting as he hilted her.

"Try to hold on. You're still performing..." He teased her with a deep purr, and Shadi's lips found his. Performance be damned. She let his tongue part pass by her teeth and explore the confines of her warm muzzle as he pinned her own to the roof of her mouth, his pants hot and heavy through his nostrils as he fucked her a second time.

His stamina was, in a word, amazing. Shadi had often heard the other slaves gossiping about which of the guards got off the fastest, but she'd not once heard of one picking them up and going a second time in as many minutes!

She buried her face into the coarse fur of his neck and let out a soft moan against his chest, praying quietly that the wet slaps and the loud, rapid strokes of the violinist would be too loud for the pleased noise to be heard by mistress, but the male was good, and he hadn't hurt her, and she would be damned if she was going to let that wrinkly old bitch steal this away from her. She had nothing as good as this in her life anymore. She would cling to what good she could find.

Her cunt clenched and spasmed as his rapid thrusts and the rough, abrasive scraping of his barbs against her swollen and sensitive insides drove her up to and over the edge like a runaway train. Her teeth found the scruff of his chest and she bit down, all but howling into his chest as the insides of her clenched eyelids lit up like a starfield in the night sky.

He didn't stop thrusting. Realistically, he couldn't afford to. In order to match the tempo of the conquest, a male had to set a frantic pace, but he had gone off so quickly the first time, the second was taking longer. Arousal from Shadi's speared snatch dripped down onto his hanging sac, messing the soft fur there until it was slick with their combined arousal.

It wasn't uncommon for the male performer to have had another service him to near completion before performing in order not to disrupt the flow. Marcosi needed no such service, nor was it afforded to him. He simply had feline stamina and a recharge time that would have put any other species to shame. Cats were well known for being damned near insatiable in the sack. Shadi was finding that out first paw, much to her enjoyment as she whimpered and moaned her way through a second successive climax.

The Lynx grunted as the violin reached its crescendo at the same time he did, barb's digging into her flesh as his claws gripped her rump. He pulled her down onto his sheathe, his tip caressing her womb as his seed shot from him a second time, painting her insides in hot, off white lynx cum that he generously smeared about her tight kitty box with the rocking motions of his hips.

He pulled from her as quickly as he had finished, spinning her naked figure in his arms to display the well-fucked lioness to Mistress. Her feet found the ground, but her legs quivered beneath her. Gracefully, and between panting breaths, they bowed, ending their display.

Mistress was silent for a long while, before she nodded, clapping her paws together once.

"Good. There is nothing more for her to master. She is ready now. Go back to your master, Lynx, and give him my thanks for your use." She snapped. Clearly, the words didn't match what she really thought about their combined performance. The scowl on her face read it all though.

He bowed again and back stepped slowly towards the waiting guards by the door.

"I will convey this as you ask. My thanks, Shadi. You were... are, magnificent. I pray your performance is easy-"

"She is a slave, as are you. Get out of my sight." Mistress snapped, and with a last fleeting look, Marcosi was escorted from the hall, the collar around his neck flashing in the light as he left.

"Come here, girl." Mistress snapped her fingers, and Shadi hastened to obey, walking over to the windows beside the old greyhound. She motioned to the horizon. Airships approached the castle in the distance, their fat, inflated bulks gliding lazily above the clouds and hilltops as they approached, flying banners of the different clans they represented.

"You see those? They will be your audience tomorrow. You'll be brought from your pen to the upper levels. The slaves there will dress you, prime you, and then, once they are done..." She paused, and gestured again, the wave of her arm encompassing it all in a wide sweep.

"All of those people, all of us dogs and wolves and whoever else is with them, will watch you get bent over, and split like a whore to whelp a canine bastard and breed your race out of existence. Afterwards, a few of our esteemed guests will undoubtedly want turns with the star as well. You will fuck them, and let them breed you as well. Then, after its all over, you'll be given over to someone with the coin or influence, and you'll be fucked on request until you're too bred out to be of any use... and only then, the gryphons can have you."

She spat over the edge, and walked back from the window, pulling Shadi away by the collar.

"I hope you enjoyed your last rehearsal. It'll be the last feline to get to use you before you're thrown back to the dogs. Guards! Take her back to the pens. We're done for the day."