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The sight of the slightly unclean queer-club restroom was not the winner of majority vote for "most romantic", but for the two furs that occupied it at this very moment... it was at the very least "really fucking sexy," according to the tall, well built lion standing over the cowering hare. Or perhaps he was talking about the hare himself, but this is unlikely, considering this particular lion rarely says anything positive about "his little fuckslut" (at least in the presence of said fuckslut).

"What do you want for your birthday, cuntboy?" the lion said quietly, his aggression lacking a filter as he snarled his words through clenched teeth.

"Please... Sir... I want you to piss on me" the hare whimpered out, his paws retracting to his chest and working themselves into an ever so cute begging position. The hare's brown fur exposed and his garments thrown to the floor next to him, the lion stood over him with his cock already flopped out of his tight, dark jeans. He took aim and started to let out a hot stream of his musky urine all over the sulking hare, not in the stalls, in the middle of the men's room of "Taillifters" (the club was just about as gaudy as the name, really).

The lapine whined out loudly, his submission kicking into instinct as his muzzle shot open and waited for the stream. He wanted it, he wanted it oh so badly... But he knew better than to lunge for it, the lion would piss in his muzzle when the /lion/ wanted to piss in his muzzle. The muscular-ish feline smirked, his paw wrapping around his shaft and cutting off the stream, "Do you want it in your muzzle, fucktoy?"

"Yes Sir... please, I want to feel--" the hare's explanation was cut off by a sharp blow across the side of the face from the lion's open handpaw, a "bitch slap", if you please. "Did I fucking ask what you want to feel? I don't believe so," the lion's voice was represented in a deep growl, "I asked if you wanted it in your muzzle, and you told Me yes. Though by now, you should know that I could give a fuck /less/ about what you want. Get up and raise your ass into the air, I'm going to use you, boy."

Wordlessly, humiliated, and denied the taste of the sweet reward he wanted so badly, the lapine crawled up to his knees and paws, sliding around a bit in the puddle of lion piss accumulated below him. He did as he was told, raising his curvy, effeminate ass high up into the air, his tight pucker exposing itself to the lion who was stroking at his cock in preparation. The lion moved closer to the hare, his paws wrapping around the squirming rabbit's waist and his cock ramming its length under the bunny's short tail, his boots splashing in the puddle of his own piss surrounding the hare.

"Unfff.... argh..." the lapine groaned out as his asshole was spread open by the lion, "M-Master... P..." the pain was far too intense for the hare to even /think/ about forming proper sentences, or even form thoughts for that matter. The lion had a thick Prince Albert that was not-so-subtly rutting back and forth into the hare's tailhole alongside the lion's cock. The snarling feline pressed his cock into the hare as far as it would go, and then began to finish the piss he'd cut off a few minutes before.

As the stream of hot liquid began to flow into the hare, he began to cry in degradation. He felt the lion's piss flow deep into his tailhole, marking him as property in the most humiliating, intimate way possible. Though it didn't stop there, the lion continued to fuck the hare, even harder than before actually. The lapine moaned loudly, whimpering loudly as tears dripped down from his eyes. His tailhole was burning from the penetration, and the piss had temporarily soothed this ache but after not all that long it began to burn even worse. After several more minutes of violent fucking, what felt like days, the lion came in his toy. They both moaned loudly as he did so, the hare's erect cock madly dripping pre, but never once reaching climax. As the lion released his grip on the hare's body, he fell lifelessly over onto the floor in the puddle of lionpiss, cum dripping out of his violated tailhole.

The lion reached down and picked his bunnyboy up, carrying him in his arms to the main part of the club still marked, dirty, and naked. He carried him gently and gingerly, his strong arms nurturing and protective of the shivering lapine. He sat the hare down onto a soft couch, designed for relaxing after an intense scene. The lion sat next to the smaller fur, who proceeded to climb weakly into his lap and curl up. The lion's strong paw reached up and gently pet the damp lapine between his long ears, this excited a soft mew and an affectionate gaze from the hare. The lion did a good job of scaring people away when they walked by and gave the cum and piss covered hare odd looks, so protective that it was /almost/ hard to believe that the two had just been engaged in something so seemingly abusive.

"Thank You, Master.... That was the best birthday present I've ever gotten," the hare said quietly as the curious furs began to flock away as a result of the lion's intimidating glares.

"You're welcome, boy," the lion said affectionately, kissing his fucktoy ever so lovingly on the mouth, "And you'll get it in your muzzle once we get back home."

It was eight in the morning, two hours later than the lights on time of the Academy. Thomas was already awake and caffeinated and sitting at the desk of the guest room writing down some numbers and figures about budgeting for training and trade. Ryan was still sleeping, exhausted after the long night of fucking he'd endured the previous night, loving every moment and completely satisfying the wolf for the night. The wolf let him sleep in past wake-up time, since he'd been such a /great/ lay.

The wolf put down his pencil, getting a bit frustrated with the long strings of digits he was trying to keep organized, "I wish I had a computer," he muttered as he got up and padded over to the solid mahogany minibar. The bar had about 12 bottles of various liquors on top, accompanied by 5 highball glasses and 5 wine glasses. The fridge underneath the bar held mixers, chasers, and ice, as well as a few bottles of expensive wine. He picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured himself what he told himself was a mere double (that filled most of a highball) over ice. He began to sip and as he began to pad over to the desk once more, a knock came to the door. He immediately redirected his route and headed for the door, opening it after placing his drink on the counter near the door..

"Hello, Sir," said the charmingly submissive voice, it was Conner, the butler from the other day. "...uhh.. m-Master Stephen has told me to request your presence in his office whenever is convenient for you, Sir." The polecat said quietly... Should I not call Stephen Master around this guy? He thought to himself, oh god, did I offend him? Did I---

The wolf chuckled a little, cutting off the mustelid's train of thought as if he was reading his mind, "Stephen is your Master. He is /My/ pet. He knows what he's doing, listen to him. It's not awkward for you to address your Master properly, as Stephen himself learned," he said in that same calm voice that Stephen used so often... the one with the ever so passive dominant edge that is unmistakable but cannot be argued, simply due to the lack of confrontation involved in the enunciation.

The polecat blinked a few times, suddenly feeling extraordinarily intimidated by the 6'4 lupine that stood seemingly so much taller in front of his 5'9 build. He coughed to stall for thinking time, "Y-yes, Sir. Thank you for the guidance, Sir."

"Stephen's trained you well, I see." The wolf said, his eyes locking onto the mustelid that stood in his doorway, roaming up and down the slender fur's slinky-like body.

Despite his ever-so-constricting formal attire, a white button-down shirt under a black suit and black dress pants, the polecat felt naked under the wolf's gaze. He shook a little and stuttered his words, "T-thank you, Sir..."

"Tell Stephen that I'll join him in about thirty minutes, I've got to finish up some mathematics."

The polecat nodded a little, "Is there anything else that I can do for you, Sir?"

The wolf smirked a little, "Take off your pants and bend yourself over the bed," he said nonchalantly. In all honesty, he cared little about fucking his pet's butler... But he wanted to see how experienced, how used to use, how slutty this particular polecat was. Stephen and Thomas had spoken alone after all of the settling in finished up the other night, and Thomas had read through the dossiers of the majority of people he was interacting with here... While they think he knows nothing about them, in fact he knows far too much. In this example, he knows that this polecat's contract states that he is able to be used for any purpose (sexual or otherwise) by anybody in the Academy that is not a student, including but not limited to guests.

In fact, however, the lithe house manager doesn't really have much experience at all in the field... He came to Stephen on a whim and was hired after the fox found a fancy to fucking him. He signed the contract, and he knows very well what is written in it (Academy students and employees are required to recite their contract verbatim on a somewhat regular basis, either in part or in full.). Though at the time, he didn't realize that THIS would be happening! "Uhh... err... excuse me, Sir?"

The wolf stood up and grabbed the polecat by the arm and literally threw him into his guest room, "I gave you a command, boy. I know what's in your contract, now /move/."

The polecat gasped and fumbled with his pants, his adrenaline pumping as he threw the neatly pressed dress pants to the ground. His sheath poked out in front of him as a blush smattered across his face, he belt over the bed and raised his tail... A tear began to run down his eye in anticipation of either the brutal beating or the brutal raping he was /sure/ he was about to receive.

The wolf came over and leaned forward to kiss the mustelid on the small of back, he shivered a little as the wolf spoke, "You'll have to work on following commands from people that you don't know, it's a part of this business. You shouldn't be embarrassed, you have a nice body and a cute cock. You'll do fine in the service department of this Academy if you play your cards correctly. Get your pants on and get out, I'll see Stephen soon."

The polecat sat there with a stunned look on his face, no violent fucking? No lashings with whatever sick devices the lupine has stored away in his room? No face full of cock? He wasn't sure if he dreaded these things, or simply wanted them so badly it hurt. He scrambled over to his pants, his cock fully and obviously aroused as he slid his pants on and tucked it to the side in an attempt to hide it as best possible. He gave a proper bow to Thomas, "Thank you, Sir," he said quietly as he walked out the door.

The ocelot had been awake on the floor next to the bed for quite some time, but was pretending to be asleep until the majordomo left. He stretched a little and sat up, looking to the wolf, "So, why do you torment people like that?" he asked, his cute, innocent voice echoing throughout the room.

The wolf chuckled, normally such a question would be absolutely inexcusable and warrant punishment... But he figured if he has to live with a pet, it'd be good for them to be friends to some degree too. "Because I'm testing his limits, just like I push yours."

"So... is Master Stephen your pet too?" he asked, his near-cublike curiosity almost too cute for the wolf to correct.

"Don't get too out of line, boy. If you let your curiosity get the best of you you'll be just like all of the other wannabe slaves out there," the lupine said softly, "But yes, I am Stephen's Master just as I am yours, so neither of you gets away with slipping out of line."

"Yes, Sir!"

The doorbell rang once more and the wolf entered the fox's office, the ocelot was back in the guest room and would probably end up padding around the house for the first time as a guest... Possibly see his old trainer again.

"Hello, Master," the fox said in greeting, kneeling before the wolf as he entered the room.

The wolf smirked a little, reaching a paw out to pet the vulpine behind the ear, "Relax, boy," he said quietly.

"Yes, Sir." Stephen said as he stood up onto his feetpaws, keeping his ears slightly tilted back in submission to the wolf.

"You have some new trainees coming in today, yes?" the wolf asked, not /really/ needing an answer to his rhetorical question and thusly continuing his thought, "I assume that's why you called Me in here today?"

The fox nodded a little, "I figured while You were here, perhaps You'd like to get back into the game?"

The lupine's dark eyes glistened at the thought, he /was/ getting a bit tired of training new new trainees... though there was something about the breaking of novices that kind of made his heart flutter, as best a sadist's heart can do so, anyway. "I might take a few cracks at them, though I'm more interesting in seeing how /your/ training system has developed."

The fox laughed a little, "It's basically /Your/ training system with some tweaks and sparkles."

"You can only teach what you know," the wolf said without missing a beat.

"I do suppose that's true," the fox said in reply, "There are three trainees In the training sleep space, they've been there since they got here three days ago and nobody has said anything to them but to take their contracts and put them in the cell. They've been fed decently three times a day, and /nobody/ has answered any questions."

"Ah... curious, wondering, and most of all terrified newbies, just how I like them."

"Remember when I was one of those?" the fox asked with a smirk.

"I remember more about you than you do, boy." The wolf said with a smirk that triumphed the fox's.

"I'm glad someone remembers those things, then," the fox said as his smirk switched to a warm smile, "Shall I make tea, then take you down to the training "cells"?" he said with a brief chuckle, the rooms really were quite cell-like.

"What the /fuck/ kind of shit is this?" the somewhat accented voice of a hyena cut through the silence of the concrete walled dormitories. The two furs sitting on their beds within close proximity to the yeno remained quite silent as the angered fur continued to rant, "This place is supposed to be somewhere that we can learn how to serve, and it's been three days... And we've sat here! We've sat here with fucking NOTHING to do, they bring us shitty food that /barely/ keeps us alive... And---"

"They're trying to break us, and by the looks of you, it's working for at least one of the three," the voice came and cut off the hyena, though the speaker never lifted his head.

"It speaks!" the hyena proclaimed sarcastically, his arms crossed as his eyes looked over the well-built snow leopard sitting on the hard bunk in front of him, "What's your name, kittycat?" he asked.

"Caden," the feline replied, not offering any more information than was asked of him, and definitely not responding to the hyena's sass.

The hyena immediately turned to the third silent body in the room, a small-ish otter of about 5'6" and covered in a slick layer of dark brown fur. "How about you, Mr. Tail?"

The otter blushed a little, curling his thick, muscular tail behind him and out of view, "Uhh... my name's Ethan."

Caden sighed a little and addressed the rambling hyena, "How about you?" he asked, "Does the sudden speech-giver have a name? You stayed so quiet for the first two days."

The yena chuffed and turned his head dramatically back over to the leopard, "The name's Iain, I was just... trying to figure out what the fuck is going on here."

"Cursing and throwing a fit won't help you get closer to that bit of information, which you really should already have if you're sitting here. You're in for it, big time." The leopard said calmly, having been a slave himself for a long time before coming to the Academy.

"You think you're tough, kitty?" the hyena snapped back defensively.

"I didn't say that. I do, however, /know/ that you're naïve." The feline said, his eyes diverting to the ground, un-interested in the whole conversation.

The hyena was about to retort back when the deadbolted (from the outside) door to the dorms slammed open, all three of the trainees jumped and immediately directly their attention to the door, the otter and snow leopard lowered their heads in respect. In the threshold of the door they'd all stared at for so long, Stephen stood at a tall 6' with Thomas towering behind him, about 5 inches taller. The trainees had seen the fox before, but who was this wolf? And why did he scare them oh so very much?

"Hello, trainees," Stephen said in his usual calm demeanor, "I hope that you've enjoyed your stay, thus far. This is my associate, Thomas, and he will be aiding in your training whenever applicable. We've read over your contracts, and you've each signed multiple copies. Any questions as of now?"

"Yeah!" the hyena piped up, "What the fuck is up with you keeping us here for three days and not telling us anything?"

Stephen lunged forward and drove his fist into the yena's stomach, sending him into a huddled over position on the ground, "If you /ever/ speak to Me with that language again, I will make /sure/ you are immediately removed from this program. I could honestly care quite less about what you say to your peers, until you prove yourselves otherwise you're all absurdly worthless to this Academy." Stephen said, his ability to keep a calm, smooth tone in his voice after severely striking a man was almost scary.

The hyena coughed on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He looked up at the fox, anger prominent in his eyes, obviously hyped up on the adrenaline that pumps after one is struck in such a way. He snarled a little, which was replied to with a hard slap on the muzzle from the fox, "I /will/ break your bullshit attitude, as well. You signed the contract, you know what you're in for."

The hyena immediately shut up, though the anger displayed on his face was just as aggressive as it was when he was shouting and snarling. He stumbled over to the bunk they'd silently divvied up as his and curled up. The vulpine glared at the two still gazing at him with a certain astonished terror, "Any questions from the two of you?" he asked, in a completely calm, friendly tone as if the events that just occurred never actually did.

The leopard raised his paw into the air, not quite timidly but most definitely with a certain sense of caution to it. "Yes, Caden?" the fox asked quietly.

"How shall we address you?" the leopard asked, his voice now completely lacking the somewhat smug undertone it held earlier when "conversing" with the hyena.

"Good question. I am not your Master, neither is the wolf standing behind me, Karl, our other trainer, or Conner, the house manager. You will not refer to us as "Master". "Sir" will do for addressing superiors and you may address your fellow trainees as you please."

He paused to clear his throat, the hyena's ears were focused on the fox's words... half in sheer terror, half in even mightier hatred. "By superior, I mean almost anybody that comes into this house that is not in the same training group as you. You will learn what it means to be a slave, whether or not this process is extraordinarily difficult or as simple as boiling water is entirely up to how you perform. And trust me, I've seen some trainees that could /easily/ fuck up boiling water."

"Yes, Sir." The leopard replied with a hint of gratitude in his voice.

"And speaking of trainees, a piece of advice... Whether you like them or not, you /will/ be stuck with the others you see in the room until the Academy sees you fit to be sold on the slave market," he paused again in thought, "Let us just say it's best that you like them, as it'll make things smoother for the whole lot of you... Any other questions?"

The otherwise mostly silent otter boy raised his webbed paw into the air and shyly spoke once addressed by Stephen, "If I may ask, Sir... Who is the wolf?"

Stephen simply smirked, Thomas never changing his facial expression from "soulless" as the conversation occurred, he was good at that. The fox spoke slowly and just loud enough to make sure that everybody (including the hyena) in the room was listening, "This wolf..." he smiled even wider, "Allow me to put it this way, are you listening, boy?" he barked at Iain.

"Yes sir," he said lethargically, which made the fox smirk /even/ wider in thoughts of how long it'd be until he got a sincere Sir out of the yeno.

"If you think that I'm scary, the canid standing behind me is the one that trained /me/. Keep that in mind," he said, not ashamed of his Master anymore, even in front of his trainees. He knew that Thomas would conduct business properly in front of trainees (i.e. not making Stephen beg for cock), so he was free to be open about things as much as he wanted to be... Of course, keeping the trainees curious was at /least/ 90% of the fun.

"You will each be allowed to ask questions when addressed and permitted, any question asked outside these times will be handled on a case-by-case basis whether or not punishment is warranted for excessive curiosity. The less questions you ask, the better off you'll be. Ask none, and things should work smoothly," he paused to adjust his shirt and suddently felt the urge to leave, and thusly did so, "You will be woken up at 6 tomorrow morning, you will be explained your daily routine as it happens for the first time. After that, you will be expected to carry it out daily without fail. Goodnight, trainees." he said, not allowing them time to ask "But weren't we answering questions?" as he shut and locked the door behind him.

Every leash held firmly has two ends to its sturdy structure, one end holds the power of discipline and control, the other is lead by this control. Without the other, neither end is of any use, nor does the formula work itself out. It is a beautiful thing when you find someone that fits next to you as if your limbs were designed by God himself to be entangled under layers of soft linen. It is nearly overwhelming when you find someone that not only fits next to you in body, but in mind, and heart, and soul. Someone that entitles you as a sole benefactor to everything that they not only possess, but /are/ as a being in existential pretense, that someone is special. Never let go of the leash, never stop trying, because if you find somebody that you were /meant/ to own... It's rare that you will ever do so again

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[Author Note: Porn comes next]

"Mmrf.... M-Master..." the ocelot whimpered out loud, his cock was tied up in several feet of thin rope, two loops going around each one of his well-endowed orbs and holding them at a certain degree of pressure. The whole system was quite elaborate, and proceeded to wrap from his cock around his waist and the contraption was secured in place by an easily removable knot (for the wolf, the ocelot's arms were tied up behind his back in a weave with thicker yet still amazingly soft bondage rope of black color, all the way up to his elbows).

"How badly do you want it, boy?" the wolf whispered quietly, holding a smooth plastic ruler idly against the ocelot's cock, "I want you to beg for this." His voice was soft, the ocelot was a masochist to the fullest extent of the word... This wasn't a punishment for him, this was intimate love-making between him and his Master. The wolf, did, however, know just what to do in the case that the ocelot needed punishing... Though he rarely did.

The wolf paced around, occasionally sinking his sharp fangs into a random location on the feline's body, exciting a small squirm and a whine in pleasure. "P-please... Master... let me experience your ownership of me... Make me unable to feel pleasure, only provide it to you..."

The wolf smiled at that particular beg, and obliged it with eloquent pleasure... His paw swooned up, the ruler held firmly between his thumb and fingers as it slapped down across the very tip of the ocelot's cock. The feline winced and lunged forward in pain, keeping as silent as possible as the sound of a ruler slapping hard against flesh echoed throughout the room. "Urrrgh.... Master.... harder...please..." he groaned out.

The wolf once more gladly obliged the request... When someone that enjoys inflicting pain is paired with someone that enjoys having pain inflicted upon them, it just kinda works. He slapped the ruler harder, making the ocelot drop to the ground and cry out loudly, his voice shrilling up high due to the intense, sharp pain.

"M...Master?" the feline cried out, his body back at attention and his arms to his sides... No movement other than a single tear dripping down his cheek in response to the extreme pain.

"Yes, boy?" the wolf asked, his paws sliding across the ocelot's thighs sensually.

"Will.... would it please you to fill your pet... Master?" he asked shyly, his curved, well formed rump slightly poking backwards, his tail lifting a bit and swishing nervously. His arms unable to move away from the path of his tail due to the cumbersome restraints.

"Is that what you want?" the wolf asked.

The ocelot folded his ears back all the way, whimpering out his words, "Y....yes, Sir..."

They both knew very well that a proper slave never requested anything of his Master, and normally such a thing would be disciplined... But there was something to be said about playing with a partner that knows your body. It was in fact what the wolf wanted, and it /would/ in fact please him.

The wolf forcibly spun the ocelot around, his cock already hanging free of his constricting jeans as he grabs the feline by the hips and pulls him backwards. The ocelot whined out and gasped as the wolf handled him like a piece of property. He pushed backwards, his pucker eager for the lupine member that was covering it in the copious amount of pre natural to canidaes. The wolf pulled back harder on the feline's waist, thrusting the entire length of his cock into the tight, enveloping warmth of the ocelot's yearning tailhole which excited a sharp yowl and a whimper from the ocelot, who's tailhole was being stretched to its limits around the lupine's thick cock.

"Good boy," the wolf muttered quietly, his hips beginning to rut into his pet a bit faster than before. The increase in tempo caused the feline to moan out quiet whimpers of tantalized pleasure as he clenched his tailhole around the lupine's thick cock... wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. "T...thank You, M...M-Master" he whined out with the last bit of energy he could muster in his being... He didn't ask for pleasure of his own, he couldn't receive it if he wanted to... His cocktip was pulsing with pain as his rear was violated by the thick shaft of the wolf so skillfully fucking him how he wanted to be fucked. He didn't need the orgasm, the pleasure of brining his Master to climax was enough for him.... He longed to be useful, to bring pleasure...

The wolf's throat gasped out a quiet moan as he began the process of building himself to climax, his pet was sore and bruised as it was, so he decided to be "nice" and fuck him hard so that he could get off quicker. He grabbed the ocelot's hips firmly in his paws, pulling him back and leaning forward to gently lick at some of the fur still exposed behind the secure bindings. Suddenly the black furred wolf's hips began to move with an intense motion, he began to rut his pet in tandem with the pulling and pushing motion of his strong paws. Several moments passed, the ocelot's mind was in a discombobulated distortion of pleasure, pain, love, lust, and submission, amongst other things. The cock in his rear slowly began to fade to a constant kneading motion, despite just how hard and how rough it got.

Several more moments passed, perhaps the ocelot faded into unconsciousness... The conscious world was so numbed to him that he wasn't quite sure. Suddenly, there was an even sharper than ever before pain rushing throughout his entire lower body... It felt like his tailhole had been stretched to twice the size it had been before and then everything was still... He took a moment to collect his senses and realized that the wolf was shooting several hot spurts of seed under his tail... He took another moment to realize that the sharp pain that he had felt was the lupine's knot stuffing its ever so present presence deep inside him.

"Very nice as always, it's the first time I've given you the knot though," the wolf whispered into the ocelot's ear as he wrapped an arm around his pet from behind, his other moving to loosen the /bondage/ knots free. His fingers moved skillfully and gracefully as they untied the intricate system of ropes and knots, watching them delicately slump as they were finally loosened, resting idly against the feline's body and arms. In fact, it was the first time that the ocelot had /ever/ taken a canid knot... Stephen had fucked him, quite a bit in fact... But never knotted him, "It's not my place to tie you, or to mark you," is what he had said. Thusly, he had never experienced the feeling of seed spraying inside him, marking him as property, either... And Stephen was right, it /was/ worth waiting for.

The ocelot slowly and weakly turned to thank his Master, the pain and the pleasure mixed in with the pleasant vertigo making it ever so strenuous to do so... The wolf reached his paw up and gently covered the ocelot's muzzle, "You're welcome," he said quietly, squeezing his loyal pet from behind and making him feel quite secure, and cozy. Beyond that, the ocelot felt complete, and fulfilled in a way that he never had been before. He came to the Academy as a virgin (that changed quickly), but until that moment he had been denied the sweet taste of the marks of ownership that he'd craved since he could remember. At that moment, despite the "cruel" and "abusive" treatments he'd just received, he felt like he truly had a purpose for the first time in his life... Serving a kind, caring, skilled Master really isn't that bad, he thought. He figured that he could have dedicated his life to things significantly less fulfilling than this, and he reveled in it.

The two quietly dozed off, sure they had important Academy things to take care of, and Thomas probably had some trainees to whip or something... But it was time for them to sleep, the lupine's knot still stuck inside the ocelot's tailhole, locking them together in slumber. What a refreshing sleep that was, too...