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The Other Side of Paradise

By Jakealope

Based off a Story by Jimmy Belvins

"...You'll need some time to get readjusted. You've got the rest of the weekend to ground yourself. I'd suggest using that time wisely to get back in the swing of things; set your mind to something that you'd normally do, something that's habitual."

Candice centered the fox's lower jaw with a firm tug, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "You got that? I'm not just talking for the hell of it, am I?"

"No, mistress."

"Cut the pet talk--your time's up for that."

She released the fox from her grip. Taking a good look at him, she could tell he was like all the others. Always too overexcited, too overstimulated to heed her words. Far enveloped in their own fantasies to acknowledge the hand dragging them back to reality.

"Stepping back into normalcy is the hardest part. Do you understand?" A drifting gaze failed to meet hers, lowering instinctively towards her naked hind paws. She slapped him across the snout hard enough to ring him back. "I need you to understand--look at me. This is over. No more mistress. No more vacation. It's back to the real world, and I need to know you're okay to leave. Can you do that for me?"

He rubbed his smarting snout, looking a little more in the here and now. Maybe she ought to slap some sense into more of her clients. Finally, without any words to back his claim, he nodded in agreement. Good enough for her.

"Alright, off you go, cutie. And please remember to leave a five-star review!"

Perhaps next time she'd remember to ask before dishing out the slap.

Friday, June 30th

Candice shut the door on the still-wavering fox, eager to be truly alone in her apartment. It'd been three weeks with this one. More time under her control meant more difficulty reversing the effects from being under her control.

Three weeks of living one's truest desires... no surprise that it would have a lingering effect on the body and mind. The company had a one-month hard limit for a reason; rendering each of their clients incapable of re-entering society was not good business.

Shit, it'd taken most of the morning to get the petite foxy upright and in the shower. He was a little worse off than the norm, but he'd get straightened out after a few days. Another nicety about her company: mandatory "recovery period" for purchases longer than one week. Clients always thanked her later for that one.

Still, three weeks was a lot--even for the caretakers. At least for Candice, she was always ready for her own recovery period after a multi-week client. Sure, from an outside observation, it seemed like an easy gig. What's could be tough about dragging her boots over a willing slave's tongue? It must be the dream job.

It was hardly so good as it sounded.

The end of each day usually left Candice feeling like a rag too thoroughly rung. Yes, she did love her job in some ways, but her love didn't make the job any less demanding. And right now, the short-stack opossum was exhausted.

As she sunk into her couch, spooning out microwaved mac & cheese from a small, plastic container, she wondered if it was time for her own time off. God knows she needed it. Several months she'd been hustling on the job. A vacation was not only desired, but needed.

"But where?" the opossum pondered aloud. Some city coastlines? No, too many people to share space with. A rural getaway? That sounded nice... but lacked enough people to share memories with.

That was the problem, wasn't it? She didn't have a significant other to tag along with her. She couldn't ask her friends to drop everything on a whim, and a lone trip was not going to get her out of her rut. Plus, Candice was too worked up between the legs to enjoy anything alone. Weirdly enough, satisfying horny clients all day failed to satisfy her own needs. She was desperate for some action--something off the clock.

She needed an escape.

"An escape..."

Candice flipped open her laptop and typed in the same URL as her clients had done before, landing on the same page that brought them eventually to her feet. The cartoon tiger mascot slipped into view on the sidebar, his virtual body strutted across the loading screen and, once the page was loaded, settled a shoulder against the edge of her monitor. She'd browsed the site a few times before, just to satisfy her curiosity more than anything. It was a simple design, kind of lackluster if she were honest, and normally she'd be done looking after a few minutes, but today was different.

An escape. A chance to live her desires.

That is what she was looking for. She wanted to have what her clients had. She wanted to experience the other side. It was time to live her own desires.

Live Your Desires - Know Your Darker Side

(Click Here - 30 Minute Quiz)

"Shit..." Her hand hovered over the button while her mind fought over whether or not to click. If this is what she wanted, why not do it?

No. This was crazy. She shouldn't do this, no matter how badly she craved it. Don't mix work and pleasure.

*Click*

"Oh, damnit!" Candice swore under her breath at the mistake. She hadn't made up her mind yet. She watched with a grimace as the tiger took a stroll across the monitor once more, pulling a corner of the page behind him in one paw, and then everything went black.

"Okay, no biggie..." she muttered, relaxing. Just close out of the browser and--

But don't you want to live your desires, Candice?

The opossum's hand gripped tight on the mouse, hovering short of the exit button.

We've been expecting you.

You've been working hard. Definitely more than deserving of a vacation. We can give you that perfect vacation.

Plus, you'll be happy to hear about our 25% off employee discount.

"We have a discount?"

Job satisfaction is one of our top priorities. We take pride in our workforce's exemplary services.

"Oh. Uhh, okay."

Ready to begin...?

Candice was still recovering from the tingling excitement coursing through her system. All client transactions with the AI "front desk" service were read by employees, but it was another, much more intimate feeling to experience firsthand. The question buzzed in her mind. A final decision. She could still back out.

But there was no refusing a 25% discount.

"Yeah, let's do it."

I will guide you through an exercise to learn about your fantasies. If you choose to purchase an experience with LiveYourDesires.com, we will refer to the results of this quiz.

Please sit comfortably. For accurate results, you must be 100% honest with me. Got it?

...

But you already knew all that, so let's get right into it, shall we?

Sunday, July 2nd

A knock on the door startled Candice from the coziness of her beanbag chair. Expecting no visitors on a Sunday evening, she knew immediately who'd be behind that door--well, not exactly. It could be any one of her coworkers waiting outside... though she had a hunch who it might be. A canvas of fierce orange with white stripes flittered through her mind.

Keeping her breath steady, she stepped up to the door, and another series of knocks startled her just as badly. Her hand reached for the handle. The tremors in her hand were a surprise. Why was she so nervous?

Candice knew what was about to happen. She knew what fate met her outside. She'd delivered that fate to countless clients over the past year of employment. Where she'd been the hunter, now she was the prey. An exciting thought, but also a scary one.

She fought to settle down her jitters, and without any further waiting, opened the door.

"Doug!"

"Hey Candi! Long time no see, haha!" The muscled tiger wasted no time leaning down to embrace his friend in a tight hug. The air was rushed out of Candice's lungs. Still, it was a warm greeting that the opossum realized she badly needed. The warmth of his body and the scent of his perfume were a welcome relaxant, quickly dispelling her nerves. He let go to take a good look at her. "Wow. You're looking wonderful as ever; ever mind sharing your fountain of youth?"

"That's rich, coming from you," she answered.

"You're too sweet, dear. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"Of course not. Come in, come in!" The tiger thanked her with a smile, and Candice took first notice of the extra-large traveling case he wheeled through the doorway, just the size to fit an adult inside. She mentioned nothing about it. "How about a drink?"

"That sounds great to me."

"I remember you liked tea. I have black and green, got a preference?"

"Black please, and just a tiny bit of sugar," Douglas said, taking an available seat at the kitchen bar. "Haven't heard from you much as I wanted; been busy lately with a few clients."

"Haven't we all..."

"Hah, true. Nevertheless, I wanted to catch up, see how things are going with my favorite employee--uhh, just don't tell others I said that."

Candice prepped the tea bags while she considered the most polite response about her burnout. "Things have been good... could always be better I guess, haha..."

"That's not true," Douglas interrupted.

Candice's ears dropped to her skull, thinking she might've slipped up and insulted him somehow. "I uhm, I didn't mean better--"

"No, not that." The tiger's golden eyes were as deadly serious as his tone. "You can be blunt with me. I'm listening."

Candice nodded, reconsidered her strategies internally, and drew in a deep breath.

"Okay. Truth is... work's been a bitch lately. I love what we do, don't get me wrong--I'm just worn out from it all."

"I understand. What we do is more work than meets the eye."

"Exactly! Keeping clients safe, happy, healthy--all while keeping the fantasy alive for them. It's a fucking never-ending stress. I think... I just wanna feel something different."

"And that's why I'm here."

"...Yeah."

"Not supposed to ask this, against company policies and all... but I'm the owner, so fuck the rules." The tiger's voice softened as he continued, "You sure this is what you want? Not gonna lie, you seem a bit shaken up."

Candice swore under her breath, her back still to Douglas. It's difficult to fool your friends, and she'd been doing a terrible job doing so thus far.

"It is what I want... I hope. Can't say that I'm not nervous, but I'm excited, too. I've been the one in control for so long, I've forgotten how it felt not to be."

Hot water trickled into the two cups. Each of the brews darkened, Candice steeping them for as long as it took to add a spoonful of sugar and mix. Circling around the bar, she laid Douglas's cup down first, then settled into the next seat over.

"I am ready for this, though. It'll do me some good to get away--like a spa day."

"More than a day," Douglas replied. He pulled out a single slip of paper, a printed receipt, half folded at the middle. He slid it towards Candice--she didn't need to read the receipt to know what it said, having already gone over it enough times to recite from memory--and tapped a claw on one part of the printed text.

One-month holiday retreat.

"One month," Douglas restated. "You really want the maximum?"

"I wouldn't have chosen one month if I didn't think I could handle it."

"Fair enough, then I've only got one last question..." Douglas fished something small from his pocket. A pill bottle, one of the ones with a see-through, sunset-orange colored plastic, half filled with tablets. He popped the lid off and picked out one tablet. "Do you want to come along willingly, or not?"

Candice didn't hesitate. She stretched her hand out underneath his, and the pill was dropped into her open palm, which quickly went to her mouth. One swallow of her drink, and it was done.

"Don't forget that I'm a client now, same as any others; no special treatment."

Douglas leaned back in his stool, a smile back on his snout, and all sincerity vanished from his words as he assured her, "Wasn't planning on it."

Sunday, July 2nd- Monday, July 3rd

The world went by fuzzy. A blanketing of her eyes, ears, and voice. The fading light of her kitchen as she became so tired, then darkness, lined with some infrequent, blurred lights. So stifling, being cramped in a fetal position, fabric rubbing her on all sides. Sometimes jostled awake, then fading back to feverish dreams. So tired...

Finally, there was true light, and it was harsh. She wished for the dark again. She wished to escape that wicked brightness, to close her eyes and be lulled into a deep, restful slumber. Eventually her wishes were answered.

More time passed, and the next time she woke, her brain was alive again. But everything was still fuzzy, still intense... still recovering. Her memories first recalled a tiger, cartoony at first, then more realistic... Douglas. Douglas was at her apartment. She also remembered why he was there: to take her.

She was now in his possession.

Candice struggled to remember any further, just as she struggled to move now. Something held her down. She was too weak to fight against the unknown resistance, not that she figured it would've made a difference. She was truly helpless. She was no longer in control.

Over the weekend, she'd contemplated her reaction to losing control. Would there be excitement? A deep craving unleashed? A burning, powerless desire?

She'd been completely wrong. None of those feelings coursed through her now. The only feeling she understood now was fear. She was afraid.

It was silly to be afraid of the known. She knew who her captor was. She knew what she signed up for. Her sentence had already started; rough touches and groping spattered her hazy memories. There was soreness and bruises to back up those dreamlike recollections. Exactly how she'd asked to be handled. She answered truthfully during the quiz--and the truth was, she wanted to be abused.

There was a reason Doug was her chosen caretaker, after all.

But now, with her fantasies manifested to reality, she was scared. Lacking control of her own destiny was a danger she did not realize before. Where normally her hands would be grasping a leash, now grasped only air. Where normally her voice was loud and commanding, now failed to be heard. It was humiliating to be reduced so swiftly.

The fear weakened her even more. She wore out what little strength she had, and sleep soon called her once again. The overhead lights faded. Her pains and sores lessened. Her body relaxed and breathing slowed.

The fears remained, haunting her dreams.

Monday, July 3rd

Day 1

A series of noises broke the silence.

Candice had been awake, fully awake, for an hour now. She was hungry and parched. Even so, the intrusion of approaching footsteps, followed by the creaking of a door's hinges, was not a welcome one. The opossum couldn't quell her shivering, and each noise only worsened her terror.

There was a moment of reprieve, a light in the vast dark, when she caught her first whiff of the stranger's scent. A familiar perfume, some effect of whiskey mixed with natural feline musk, conjuring the same white, patterned stripes that now stepped into view.

Douglas stopped at her head. He wore plain shorts that didn't reach his knees, and a bathrobe with nothing underneath. He didn't say anything, perhaps waiting for her to speak first, but fear clung too thick in her throat, preventing any attempt.

"You slept in late--I'll let it pass this one time. Don't think of it as an act of kindness. Whether or not you are punished is purely up to how you behave. Be a good girl, or not; I will break you either way."

The tiger's words, however demeaning and vicious they sounded, were another familiarity to grasp onto. Candice desperately needed something to pull her from the dredges of her own terror.

Douglas loosened the restraints holding down her arms and legs. Candice didn't make any effort to free herself before, and chose not to make any fuss now. A collar hung heavy around the opossum's neck since the start of her captivity, and Douglas clipped a fine leather leash into a metal clasp at the front. With a taut leash beckoning her attention, Candice stood up to her feet to follow.

A pain enveloped the entirety of her neck and zipped down her spine, bringing her to both knees. The first sounds from Candice's throat were pathetic mewls.

"Pets don't walk on two legs. Thought you'd know that, but I guess not. Just like every dumb bitch I bring in." He tugged harshly at the leash, forcing Candice to look up at him. The tiger held a small remote in his hand. "This here is for your training. A good pet doesn't need this, but you're obviously not trained yet, so I'll use this to correct any bad habits."

"Let's run over a few rules. Rule one is that pets walk on all fours. Usually I'd take away your ability to do otherwise, but I thought against it this time. Makes the next part easier. Don't make me regret my decision. You understand?"

"Y--yes sir... Ahh!" Another jolt burned across Candice's skin, more intense than the last. Her cries rang out near the end of the several second long reprimand.

"Rule two is no talking. Any words will be met with severe punishment, like you just learned. Bitches like you can bark, whimper, and beg, but nothing more. Nod if you understand me."

Her head bobbed fiercely, quick to fall in line as to avoid another shock.

"Good. Follow me."

A sharp pull of the leash beckoned Candice to follow behind the tiger and out of the small room she was kept in. Outside was the familiar sight of Douglas's apartment, clean and fashionably decorated. She'd been to his place before, a fun little party shared among work friends. His home, warm and inviting that night, now felt cold and foreboding.

She followed her leash bearer into the kitchen. Douglas stopped short of one wall, and at the floor were two metal bowls in a cutout tray, one filled with food and the other with water. A food station meant for a pet. Candice didn't remember the tiger owning any pets--except, he now did. He owned her. He'd already said and acted as such, and as much as Candice suddenly wished back for her freedom, those wishes would only fall on deaf ears.

"I'll provide food and water, if you behave. Go ahead. I know you're hungry."

Candice was more than just hungry. The opossum would've been drooling from the sight if not for the lack of saliva. Fear had pushed her basic needs aside temporarily, and now those needs demanded sustenance. She crawled forward, awkwardly slow on four legs, and looking down into the food bowl; filled to the brim with dry dog food, the meaty stench strong up close. It smelled heavenly.

"Eat slowly. I don't want you choking."

She obeyed his command to avoid any further punishment. There might've been a murmur of approval from him, unsure from the crunching between her teeth. She took a few gulps of water to wash a mouthful down, went back to chewing another mouthful, and more water to wash that down, too. Her hunger was curbed, and the smell of pet food changed from enticing to overpowering. The aftertaste was even worse, and her breath stunk of the stuff. Like a dog's breath.

"Had enough?"

She nodded without looking back at him. She was awash with feelings of humiliation and belittlement, but at least she was full.

He tugged at her neck again, ready to continue their tour. She followed him down a flight of stairs, too slow for his liking--his impatience only made the trip down more difficult and painful for her--until both stopped at a door. As soon as the lights flickered on inside, it was obvious what this room was meant for. Dungeon décor hung on the red-lit walls, and black furniture littered the space.

"A training room for my new pets. You'll both learn to love it here."

Candice was already observing her new "cellmate". They looked thinner than any wolf she'd seen, but too wild to be a dog. Their tan colored fur poked out the too small cage they were locked in. They began rattling the frame as soon as the door opened. Who knows how long they'd been alone in the dark, surrounded by cold metal on all sides. Mitts adorned each of their paws, and a leather muzzle locked their jaws in place.

Maybe the glow of the room was playing tricks, but their eyes flashed a shade so devil-red that it startled her into looking away.

Douglas noticed her fright. "Feisty one, isn't he?"

The tiger stepped up to the cage and knelt down. "I like feisty. Breaking him will be fun." Looking back to Candice, his face slipped into disapproving, just for a moment. "You gave in without any fight at all. No matter: I have other plans for you anyways."

Back up the stairs they went, leaving the caged pet alone once more, with Douglas saying to him at the last, "I'll be back for more training later."

The tour ended at the tiger's bedroom. "Once trained, you can sleep in here," he explained, pointing to the foot of his bed. Two pillows laid side by side on the floor, supposedly meant to be dog beds. Comfier looking than the basement, at least.

Finally, she was back in the first room. She worried that the restraints would be used again, and her arms and legs were already aching from being in them for so long, but thankfully he had something different in mind. Mitts were brought out, same as the wolfdog wore, and strapped to each of her paws. Each step now felt even more awkward, and God forbid she tried anything more than walking in them.

The next thing he fetched was more alarming. It looked like a pair of underwear, and when turned inside out by the tiger, two small protrusions were visible near the crotch lining.

Douglas looked to her in consideration. "Hmm... We're in no rush. Let's start out smaller."

Their ideas of what "smaller" meant were vastly different. The plug he picked out was_massive_, and the accompanying dildo equally so. She'd never taken anything that size, only given.

"No, no. Please, that won't fit--"

Pain scorched her neck again, reminding her how useful her opinion was to him. She was no longer in control. He was.

"Lick."

Candice understood her task. Her saliva would be the only lube she'd get. Only a few moments were given to coat each surface in spit, then the device was shimmied up her legs, positioned at her openings, and pushed in.

"Ahh! Stop... Stop! Argh--fuck!"

Further zaps of her collar were dulled by the searing discomfort below, and both were over quick enough. Satisfied that Candice's new adornment was locked in place, her owner picked up his supplies and made for the door.

"Sleep well, pet."

Tuesday, July 4th- Saturday, July 8th

Week 1

Fear finally loosened its death grip on Candice. She learned it was better to obey, than to be afraid. A few days of training was all it took. The opossum fell into place perfectly, a final puzzle piece snapping into place in her brain. As long as she was a good pet, there was nothing to be scared of. There were still some struggles and painful experiences; the plugs lodged in her were a constant reminder of her new role: a fucktoy for her owner.

Referring to the tiger as her "owner" was a natural transition. One moment, his name was there, and the next... calling her owner by name no longer felt right. Equals have the right to refer to one another by name, and they were no longer equals. She was no longer Candice--even now she slipped up on referring to herself as his pet--just as much as he was no longer Douglas.

Days started and ended with training. The tiger was brutal as much as he was merciful; training sessions were exhausting, and the long breaks in between were a blessing.

Candice had to admit that Orion--the other pet, a dingo as she'd learned--was putting up a hell of a fight. A losing one, but still admirable. She lost count of the number of times he'd been shocked, and that was only when they were all together.

"This plug here shut my last pet up real quick..." Their owner held it up to the light. The metal probes adorning the surface made their purpose obvious; Candice's asshole clenched at the nasty thought. She never wanted to experience that thing in her.

The plug was pointed towards Orion. "...We'll see how long you last, mutt."

Her owner was obviously surprised when the treatment didn't seem to have the desired effect. The dingo would cry out in pain from the shock, only to get back up afterwards. Her owner wasn't frustrated. He did say he enjoyed the feisty ones. It was an immovable object versus an unstoppable force. Which would falter first?

Something did seem different today, his attitude a bit more complaint. Had it finally been too much?

"Remember what we talked about," the tiger told Orion.

Candice didn't understand what her owner meant by that, but clearly it wasn't directed at her. Orion nodded once, and the tiger smiled his approval. The training session was then prepared: her plugs were removed, as was the plug inside Orion's tailhole. What surprised her was the removal of Orion's restraints, one by one, until only the collar remained. Her owner turned to leave then--without Candice in tow, and shut the door behind him, leaving the two pets alone with one another for the first time.

Candice still had her hazelnut eyes glued to the exit, even as noises registered behind her. There had been many sessions to familiarize herself with her owner's feline scent, as well as how much his well-endowed cock stretched out her cunt. But so far, she'd never been touched by the dingo. So when his hands grazed over her asscheeks, a jolt shot up her spine like those she'd become familiar with over the past week.

"Just you and me, bitch... Can finally get a taste of you for myself."

Candice was startled by the first words spoken from Orion. Even more startling was the lack of punishment after he said them.

"O--Our owner wouldn't appreciate you touching me. We meant to serve him and--" She choked on her last words as the collar bit into her neck for the first time that day.

"Dogs aren't allowed to speak. You remember that rule, don't you?"

A hand under her chin pulled her attention to the remote cradled in his open palm. Why did he have a remote? He might've nabbed it after being released. The thought angered her, but she didn't dare speak up again, instead letting her bared teeth do the talking for her.

"Don't get mad at me, doggy. It wasn't my idea. I was told to do this... not that I wasn't already thinking about bending you over for my own fun. We both had a little chat last night. Said he was bored with you, something about not being worth his time."

No. She wouldn't listen to this fucker. He was lying.

"He gave me a deal of sorts. A share of control--over you. You hear that? You're such a pathetic pet, he doesn't even mind me using you. The true bottom of the food chain."

He wouldn't... He wouldn't say those things...

Candice didn't fight the hand that wrenched at the base of her tail, raising her rear to meet his pelvis. On all fours, hands and feet padded, she was at the mercy of the dingo looming behind her.

Helpless. Afraid. Fear again was constricting her, binding her muscles until it felt no different than her first night here, caught in those restraints. Without control, she couldn't fight her fears, and so they enveloped her once more.

...And there was a rush of excitement, finally.

She wanted to feel something different. That's why she was here. That's why she chose this. A chance to taste her most primal desires, and there was nothing more primal than fear.

"You like being treated like shit, don't ya?" Orion rubbed two fingers up and down her exposed labia, chuckling as she squirmed. "Hah, you really are a pathetic bitch."

With every insult he slung at her, every proverbial kick while she was down, Candice was more and more at odds. An innate craving clashing with utter disgust. This was not the same Candice that bent men with the heel of her boot. This was not the same Candice who'd brought countless clients to their knees, tending to her every need.

She was a shadow of her former self, a pitiful reflection in the mirror across the room. She could only stare at herself now, unable to speak, unable to resist. Another spark of lust tormented her in those moments of weakness.

Orion soon tired of finger-fucking his prey. He lined himself to her backside, his weight heavy on the opossum's hips. He wasn't gentle with pulling her tail aside, nor was he gentle with his first few thrusts into her dripping pussy. The dingo, interested in his own pleasure, didn't care if his toy enjoyed their rutting, except to hear her moans.

"Keep wailing, doggy. Make sure your master can hear you..." He slapped her hard across one ass cheek. "I said louder, bitch! C'mon, master needs to hear his doggy beg for it!"

"Please... please fuck me! Breed me like the bitch I am!"

"Yeeesss, that's it. Good girl. Beg for my cock..."

By the end of that session, Candice was truly broken.

Sunday, July 9th- Saturday, July 15th

Week 2

The entire playbook changed after that day.

Their master--the term catching on after Orion pounded it into her--was still on top of the food chain, high above his two pets. But there was a totem pole established, and Candice had been tossed to the very bottom. She no longer had the luxury of breaks between sessions; Orion filled those breaks as much as he filled her with his seed. She'd lost any sense of privacy, decency, and dignity--all forfeited to the two males.

She bore the physical abuse better than the mental. There was never a missed opportunity to treat her as nothing more than their cock sleeve. Orion, harsh and lust-hungry, was venomous with his insults. Master, cold and calculated, was an uncaring godly figure, watching over his mortal possession. Tiger and dingo, together a shared relentlessness that pushed her further into obedience, deeper into the depths of submission.

Was there anything left of her former self?

"You better behave, slut--or do you want to be punished?"

She attempted to stifle her cries to whimpers pushed through her teeth. It was a futile effort; Orion was going to punish her either way.

"I see it in your eyes, whore; you like the pain," said the wiry Dingo, confirming Candice's suspicions. "You're one of a kind. A whole 'nother breed of worthless. Dirt under my foot."

Toes dug into the opossum's snout, smearing his scent into her cheek as he attempted to smear her against the floor. A leash was pulled tight in one hand, and his other thrust deep into her pussy.

"I swear you're getting worse and worse by the day. Won't be long 'til all that's left is a useless bug, ready to be squashed."

Orion eventually had his fill of tormenting her--or became too worked up to continue dragging her through the muck--and would move on to fucking her, almost always from behind. Like a male mounting a bitch in heat, as he often reminded her.

He was rough and quick, just a quick fuck to get his rocks off, and when he'd stuffed her womb with virile dingo seed, their session was done. He wouldn't do or say anything else. All his interest was lost in her, retreating to his corner of the room, and like magic--which clearly was the work of hidden cameras--master would appear to whisk her away.

Candice could be happy that master at least seemed pleased with their training--well, mostly Orion's. More of master's attention was bought by the dingo, and he seemed impatient in his sessions with Candice.

Up the flight of stairs they went, now easier to climb without mitts clumsying her paws. Still too slow for master's satisfaction. The choke collar tugging her along was becoming her norm. They retired to the upstairs living room, where master sat on the couch, and Candice awaited his next command.

"Tend to my paws," master said, his focus already elsewhere.

Where Orion's pace was an unrailed train in the moments before a crash, master was much more methodical. Even in his moments of frustration from her failures, he still continued at the same controlled pace. She couldn't help but admire her master's perfection over the art of dominance.

"Slower; I didn't ask for a half-assed massage," he said. His tone was flat, though his words hit like a blow to the back of the head. She hung her face in shame as she worked, trying to do better by her master.

"Use your tongue."

Candice acknowledged his command with tender licks across his soles, knowing no end to her shame. The next hour would be like this, no doubt. Licking his body free of grime, coating her tastebuds with his sweat, and finishing with her lips around his girthy shaft.

"Don't spill a drop," master grunted, and, with a final shove inside her tapered snout, he gifted Candice her one and only reward: several spurts of the feline's musky cum down her throat.

The opossum fought to earn her spot at master's feet. It was arduous work. Sometimes it was pure torture. Other times exactly where Candice deserved to be. Deserving of a slave's role; devotion to his body, his cock, and his every whim.

Sunday, July 16th- Saturday, July 22nd

Week 3

There was something being discussed between the two males today--not that Candice was all that attentive of their soon-to-be-hatched ploys. In fact, her focus was almost always on at least one of them, but was bound by one singular thought.

Devotion.

That was what her most recent training sessions had been all about: lowering her inhibitions, building a sense of duty, a sense of purpose, and that purpose was to serve. Each session found her resistances crumbling a little more. Candice was being reconstructed brick by brick, mortar filled between by the steady hand of her master.

Each brick was laid by the rutting of her maw, cunt, or tailhole. And the mortar? Packed into her stretched openings and oozing down from between her legs. The past few days--the exact date lost in her empty thoughts--made it seem that the foundation they'd laid was solid enough to be called complete.

No longer did she hesitate to seat herself between master's striped legs. No longer did she balk at the sight of master's impressive length. No longer did she feel the need to gag, to cough, to give up when her throat became raw. She had been broken, and now rebuilt.

"Over here, bitch."

Candice quickly padded her way over to the partially robed tiger, easier now without the training mitts on. Once at her master's bare feet, she dropped to a sitting position, awaiting his next command.

"On the floor behind her," master said to his left, looking to the dingo laid out on the living room couch.

Orion did as requested without answering--he was only allowed to speak down to the opossum, never up to the tiger. Orion's nude body settled itself behind her rump, both his legs straddling her hips.

Master pressed three digits into Candice's forehead and kept pushing, forcing her to roll back onto the dingo's chest. He continued ordering her from above, "Lie back, a bit further up... No, no--not like that. Get her in place."

Orion lifted her body up in his arms, roughly adjusting her rump as he saw fit. Candice knew she was in position when the poking tip of his canine prick was teasing at her rear.

The tiger began to strip above his two pets. The robe he casually wore around his home was the first to come off, then his sweatpants were kicked down his legs. Candice already could easily spot the outline of a semi-chub in his boxers, and even caught a glimpse of it poking out the bottom. She didn't need to wait long to get more than a glimpse; slipping out of his underwear, master's hefty balls were in full view, always so thick with his scent.

"Ready for your final stage of training, dog?" her master asked.

"Arf!"

"Heh, good girl."

He bent forward over Candice's stomach, spreading her legs none too gently so that he could close the gap between his pelvis and hers. Knowing that the dingo was stuck under the two of them and wouldn't be able to get it in on his own, master took both their shafts into his hands, lubing them up and guiding them to their respective holes.

Candice's ears ducked as she grimaced at the first pressure against her cunt and ass. She got through the pain with the help of shallow breaths and curling of her toes. Each member slid past her openings to be pumped deeper into her. Her training had all come to this fulfilling moment. Two meaty cocks impaling her as she was sandwiched by their masculine forms, their natural scent like a drug in her system.

"You're allowed to pleasure yourself, slut," said master between grunts. "Go on. I'll allow it this once, as long as I can hear how much you're enjoying yourself. Don't hold back."

Candice wouldn't dream of holding back her cries of pleasure. She was so happy to know her master was listening. He was always listening, even when he didn't seem to be. When she started to give into full-fledged dog speak, he praised her for it, much like he was doing now.

"Come on slut, beg! Beg for more! Scream for more!"

She screamed. She begged. She writhed at each thrust inside her. She made noises she never thought were possible.

She cried out for her master, looking so strong above her.

She cried out for Orion, who groped her breasts while huffing his pleasure below her.

And she cried out for herself, happy to live out her desires, sad that she hadn't done so sooner.

Sunday, July 23rd- Saturday, July 29th

Week 4

Time ticked so slowly.

It was like chasing the finish line in an endless loop. Servicing, fucking, sleeping, all to be done again the next day, and the day after. Tasting their flesh, carrying their seed, and witnessing her past life fade away.

Time spun so tightly.

She couldn't escape the strings caught around her hands and feet. She lashed her pink tail, until that was bound, too. She yelled out for help that never came, and in time, she was muzzled for her efforts.

With time twisting and stretching her body to limits never before tested, something was bound to snap.

By the end of the month, there was no more Candice. In her place was an eager service pet, a funny looking dog with an understanding of her duties, an eagerness to please others, and an intense love for her master.

"Your time's up, pet."

She stared up into her master's sunset-gold eyes, giving no indication that she'd understood what he meant.

"You told me at the start you wanted to feel something different. Do you still think about that?... Do you even remember saying that?"

"Woof!"

"Heh, I guess that's a no. You know what I think? I think you'd prefer to stay like this forever. Is that what you want? Come on girl, speak if this is what you want."

"Bark! Bark!"

A furred hand stroked the devoted pet's cheek. "Good girl. Shame to lose you; always were my favorite... Come on, let's find you a forever home."