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The Pet Store: Haverlon's Shopping Trip By Draconicon

It took some doing to get his pets on board for the shopping spree, but Haverlon believed it was worth it. When the manager of Extraordinary Pets called to tell him a new shipment of toys and equipment was in, he paid attention. New toys and equipment at the best adult pet store in the world? It wasn't even a tough call.

Of course, not all of the pets wanted to go. The manager there been their last master, and while he'd treated them well, they were happier with Haverlon. After he purchased them a few months ago, they'd quickly settled into a good life at his manor. Even Reator, stubborn phoenix that he was, had realized that they had a good deal with the red dragon. Despite his attitude, he still took advantage of all the good things that his new life offered him.

Still, the idea of going to the store had split the group. Most of them had been happy. The zebra brothers - Huota and Jurota - were eager for some new toys, and Andre the fox had needed to be leashed before he could run off. Even Franz, the stuttering doberman, had grinned at the announcement.

The other two, however, were less keen.

He'd expected Reator to be a problem. The phoenix took every opportunity to remind him that he was here out of force, not choice. Arguments there were inevitable. Bubba Joe - the bull - was the one that surprised him. His usual passive demeanor disappeared when Haverlon made the announcement, forcing him to drag the bull out the door and into the limo. When he asked for an explanation, Bubba just clammed up.

Disappointing, Haverlon had thought.

Before long, the limo pulled up to the main door. He stepped out and held out his hand, and his pets handed him their leashes as they followed him. Once they'd emerged, he made them line up at the edge of the parking lot for inspection. There wasn't a blush to be seen, despite their only clothing being a thong covering up their cocks and leaving their asses completely on display.

He turned to the first of his pets, one of his two zebras.

"Huota Kota. Feeling good today?"

"Very much, master. I'm thinking about getting a new dildo."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Well, it's a little boring when I have to settle for just one dick at a time, instead of one at both ends."

He chuckled at the younger zebra and shook his head. Huota was almost as much of a cock hound as Andre. Maybe more of one, considering that he wasn't so picky about size. The dragon patted Huota's shoulder.

"Maybe we'll find you one of those new squirting models, huh?"

"Oh, I would like that, master. I'd like that very much."

Not even a blush. Nodding with a fond smile, he turned to the other zebra, Jurota. The older brother looked very similar to his sibling. They were both long legged and muscled without being too thick in the torso. They might have been considered twinks, if one didn't mind being generous with the term. Jurota's only difference was that he was an inch or two shorter than his younger brother, but had a slightly larger cock, which was currently tenting his thong.

Haverlon reached down, giving the bulge a few strokes. Dragging his fingers upwards, he let them linger at the moist tip before drawing them back. It had only been a few seconds, but Jurota was already panting.

"That chastity's having quite an effect on you, isn't it?"

"Yes, master. It's making it very -"

"Hard?"

"Mmph. Mm-hmm. It's hard to think."

"Well, don't worry. Find yourself something good. After we try all this stuff out, I'll make sure you get a good orgasm."

"On master's cock?"

"Better. On my feet."

Jurota did blush then, though not much. It had taken him two weeks to find out how strong the zebra's foot fetish was, but as soon as the dragon knew about it, he started exploiting it. He turned the manor into a shoe-free residence, which in turn drove Jurota crazy. Chastity hadn't been a punishment for him so much as the only way to keep him from humping everyone in sight.

He moved down the line to Andre. The fox was his shortest pet, but he dared not let the troublemaker out of his sight. The one time that he'd had been left to his own devices, Haverlon had found half of his staff stripped down and begging for mercy from the eager vulpine. The amount of cum leaking from the fox's ass had shocked him, and he'd made it a standing order that Andre needed to get permission before going on another sexual rampage.

He'd given permission once or twice, of course. It wasn't like the staff didn't enjoy it, and it kept them on their toes.

"Now you know you're not getting anything bigger than the toys at home, right?"

"Oh, I know that, master. It doesn't mean they won't have other things."

"Like?"

The fox smiled, waggling his eyebrows.

"Come on, Andre, tell me."

"You're no fun."

"I'm plenty of fun. I'd just prefer not having to pull you out of the pet cages again."

"Damn, you saw right through me," the fox said, placing his hand over his heart. Everyone laughed, even the phoenix, and the dragon had to let everyone to calm down before he could be heard.

"Don't worry, master. I won't be molesting any pets. I'll just try some of the new lubes I've heard about."

"Like you need any help getting our cocks up your ass."

"Not one, maybe, but I've been thinking of taking two or three, or maybe -"

"Don't even think about it."

Everyone laughed again as the fox grinned smugly. It didn't bother him, though; that was how Andre was. Truth be told, he wouldn't trade the fox for anyone. He'd quickly become something of a favorite, not just for his skills in bed but also for his overall attitude. He was great at keeping everyone in a good mood, too. Even the phoenix was cheered up by the cheeky little guy.

He turned to the end of the line. Despite the earlier chuckle, the avian faced away. Disappointing, Haverlon thought. You'd think by now he'd learn that I was trying to make things better.

Putting it out of his mind, he stepped up to the next pet in line. Franz the doberman grinned, licking his lips over and over again. The muscular canine's eyes couldn't stay focused, darting between the dragon and the other pets. He knew from experience that Franz was measuring their bulges, fighting his compulsion to suck them off. It was an unfortunate habit for him, and one that wasn't easily fixed.

Fortunately, they'd come up with something to keep him occupied. Reaching into a pocket, the red dragon pulled out a wrapped up piece of super-gum and handed it over.

"Mmmm. T-thank you, m-m-master."

Popping it into his mouth, the doberman immediately started chewing. The wet smacking sounds were almost as loud and obnoxious as a blowjob. Franz treated anything that he put in his mouth with love, whether that was food or cock. Thankfully the big dog never felt the need to worry at the manor's furniture, though the drool problem was getting out of hand. More than a few of his housekeepers gave him grief about letting the dog slobber all over the place.

Of course, the staff didn't have the benefit of using that mouth. Haverlon was half convinced they'd all work without pants if they found out how talented the dog's mouth was. Considering they were half-drained by Andre already, he didn't need them running away from the rest of his pets, too.

"So, do you have any plans for new toys, Franz?"

"Mmm-mm. 'ot 'eally."

"Just want to see what they have?"

Franz shook his head.

"Oh? Missing a friend or something?"

"'ind of, m-master."

"Not quite a friend?"

Another headshake. He sighed. Whatever it was, his pet obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"We'll talk about this in the store."

Franz saluted him as he turned to the bull. Bubba Joe looked determinedly at the pavement, shuffling his feet in silence as the dragon looked down at him, looking away whenever the dragon tried to look him in the eye.

"Okay, Bubba. I know something's bothering you here. Do I need to go to another store and buy some truth serum, or are you going to tell me what's on your mind?"

Narrowing his eyes, the bull tried to look away, but the dragon stopped him. Grabbing him by the chin, he forced Bubba to meet his eyes.

"Bubba, I've given you all the good things I can think of. No more chastity for you, no more forced breeding, and I've made sure that you had full access to the stables ever since I found out how much you love horseback riding. What's wrong? Why are you so upset?"

"Because..."

"Because why?"

"Because you're going to give me back."

The other pets blinked, each one wearing a similar look of 'are you crazy'. Bubba forced his head back down, his cheeks red.

"Well, aren't you? You don't take me as much as the others, and it's not like you need to come here to buy stuff."

"You're an idiot."

Of all the people he expected to speak up, the phoenix hadn't been one of them. Everyone turned to face him, and Reator rolled his eyes.

"Care to explain that?"

"What, can't handle your own pets, 'master?'"

"Do I need to shove your beak down my pants again?" he asked with a smile.

"The last time that you did that, a policeman stopped me on the way home. He thought I was on drugs or something."

"And we all got a good laugh from that. But I'm still waiting for an explanation."

"It was -"

"Reator. I said I wanted an explanation. How is Bubba an idiot?"

The phoenix snorted, turning to the bovine. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because you spent a ton of money on us, and you'll never be getting a refund on us. Not from this store. So there's no way that you'd be returning something that you can still use."

"Right, but wrong at the same time."

Heads whipped around, staring at him. Reator looked annoyed but curious, while Bubba just looked confused. Haverlon leaned forward until he was nose to nose with the bull.

"I don't know what you're used to, Bubba, but I'm not the sort of master that buys people for a few days - or even a few months - and then lets them go. If I pick you for something, it means that I want you to stay for as long as you want to."

"You mean, as long as you're interested in us."

"No, I mean for how long you want to stay." The dragon chuckled. "I'm rich, but that doesn't mean that I casually replace everything when new models come out. When I put money down on something, that means that I plan to keep it for as long as I can. Now, if you guys wanted to leave, or if you fell in love with someone else out there, or found out that this wasn't where you belonged, then things might change."

"Then why haven't you let me go, 'master'?" Reator grumbled.

"Because you're here under a prison sentence, and you're enjoying it, no matter how much you complain. Now be quiet.

"Bubba, I plan on keeping you for a very, very long time. Now, if this really isn't working out for you, then we can talk about finding you a different master or a new home. But I don't think you want that. Am I right?"

The bull lowered his head. There were signs of tears at the corners of the bovine's eyes as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Eventually, he nodded.

"I'm glad."

He pulled Bubba into a hug. The zebras joined him, the brothers adding their affection to the embrace and giving the bull extra support. Andre was right behind them, and so was Franz. They didn't say anything, just giving him the love and affection he needed.

Looking over the bovine's shoulder, Haverlon made eye contact with his phoenix. The bird looked away. He remained apart as long as the group hug continued, barely shifting in place when it finished.

I'm going to have to deal with him. This can't keep going like this.

"Now, why don't you go and find something with the rest of the pets, Bubba? I'm sure you'll find a toy or two you can enjoy. Or maybe, just maybe, they've started selling milking machines that aren't so huge and clunky. Would you like one of those?"

"It...it sounds like fun, master."

"Then why don't you go have a look? I'll be right behind you, after Reator and I have a talk."

His subs glanced at the phoenix before slowly filing into the store. They disappeared quickly despite the wide windows along the storefront, doubtlessly eagerly searching for whatever Extraordinary Pets had to offer. They'd be browsing for a while, which meant he'd have plenty of time to deal with his most stubborn pet. Wrapping more of the avian's leash around his palm, he gave it a sharp tug as he pulled the phoenix towards a side entrance.

"Hey, hey, not so hard."

"You're lucky that I'm the one holding the leash and not some other master."

"Oh, is this where you make some big threatening speech? Or are you going to yank your pants down and shove my face into your balls again? I swear, you're no better than the other masters out there. Just wanting the average guy to go along with what you tell them to do, and hell with the consequences. I bet -"

Haverlon tuned him out as he stepped into a white hallway. A phone call to the store owner had revealed the existence of these back rooms. Most of them were occupied, but Draconicon had promised him that a room would be available. The price hadn't been exorbitant or exhaustive, so the red dragon had leaped at the chance.

None of the rooms had windows, but some of them had their doors open, if only a bit. Despite his respect for other masters, he couldn't resist the urge to peek in some of them. There was little theme to them, besides the fact that they allowed more privacy than the bonding room.

One room had an operating table on it, and he saw a male being given a surgical augmentation. To his balls, from what he could see. He looked away as he hurried past, not really wanting to see more.

The other rooms were more pleasant. One contained a strange, almost feline creature with blue fur and red stripes that was half-buried under a pile of socks, while another held a bear tied to a fucking machine and an e-stim generator. The ursine was getting milked while a hypno-screen flashed in front of his face. Catching sight of a subliminal message flickering across the screen, he paused to take a closer look.

A lizard clerk scribbled notes on a clipboard, but he didn't look up from his work as the dragon watched. It seemed that he was there as a safeguard and observer more than anything else. The screen itself was angled just enough for Haverlon to read the messages but not be affected by the hypno rings. The flickers seemed to be about going from straight to bi, as best he could tell. Maybe the bear had a gay master that wanted more out of him or something.

He shrugged, moving on but keeping the room in mind for the future.

His phoenix kept talking, and he sighed at the endless barrage of accusations. The differences between Reator's 'normal' state and the submissive one was astounding. One was an utterly abrasive individual that constantly tempted him to break his own rules, while the other was an eager slut to rival Andre. The two personalities couldn't be more different, and yet they inhabited the same body.

Turning on his heel into an empty room, Haverlon forced himself to gently lead his pet in behind him. The room itself was white, the floors, ceiling, and walls painted the same color. A sling hung from the ceiling, complete with restraints, and a bed lay in the corner.

Reator grumbled and rubbed his neck.

"So, what, you're giving me up? This gonna be my new room? Kind of a downgrade."

"No. This is where you're going to learn a lesson."

"Oh, so this is where the whips and beatings start. Well, you lasted longer than most guys, but I guess you're just like all the other masters in the end."

"Just what is your problem? You're angry whenever you don't have your beak buried against my balls."

"They stink."

"You don't say that once you've started smelling them."

"I mean masters, you idiot!"

He raised an eyebrow.

"You heard me. Masters stink. They're a bunch of stuck up idiots that couldn't get what they wanted any other way and spend their lives lording it over anyone they can afford to buy. They're losers, dangerous losers that make life hell for anyone that they get their hands on."

"Sounds like you speak from experience."

"I'm a pet, aren't I?"

"Yes, but from what Draconicon told me, you chose to be here. If you hate masters so much, why did you choose to be a pet rather than go to jail?"

"Because!"

"Because why?"

"Because..."

The phoenix looked away, mumbling as he pressed his hands against his head. He leaned against the wall, his fingers curling into his feathers.

"I don't want...I don't want..."

"What don't you want?"

"I don't want to want it..."

"You don't want to want it...but you want it anyway."

Reator nodded. The phoenix hid his face as the dragon finally understood.

"A part of you wants to be a pet, but you're ashamed of it. So you put yourself in a place where you could be 'made' to do it. If you're a pet, it's your master's fault you do these things, not yours."

"What do you know about that? Fucker."

"Well, it explains a lot of your attitude. And it tells me a good way to handle it."

"Like how?"

"Well, for starters, like this."

He tugged the leash just hard enough to pull Reator to him. Catching the stumbling avian, he spun him around, lifted him up, and threw him onto the sling in one fluid motion. It would have been like ballet if his pet wasn't glaring at him the whole time. The sling restraints activated automatically, pinning the bird's arms and legs to the bars leading to the ceiling.

Stepping forward before Reator could react, the dragon unzipped his pants and let his cock and balls flop out. They slapped loudy against his thighs, already filling the room with his scent.

"No...come on...no, not...not now..."

Reator's voice slid away, growing fainter as his eyes lost focus. The phoenix's head turned to point towards the dragon's crotch. Short, loud sniffs told the dragon that the bird was sucking in his scent like a hunting dog after its prey. He took a step forward and the sniffs got louder, the bird wriggling in the sling.

"I'm sorry, but this is the first step."

"First step...to what?"

"To helping you be okay with who you are."

The dragon pressed his cock against the phoenix's beak. The rush of air going by his balls with each sniff sent a pleasurable chill down his spine. He leaned to the side and looked down, and he saw conscious thought fading from his pet's eyes. The submissive personality was emerging, and Reator would be begging to be used, taken, and filled with cock and cum any moment now.

Normally he would have held the phoenix there until that happened, then blown a few loads before getting back to the rest of his pets. However, he had booked this room to solve a problem, not just indulge his lusts.

Before the phoenix could open his mouth, the dragon pulled his pants down past his balls. With a quick thrust forward, he managed to slide the phoenix's beak inside of his pants. An equally quick tug pulled his pants back up enough to seal the bird's nostrils inside, saturating him with a level of musk that he'd never been exposed to before. Due to both the sling and the way the dragon stood, there was no way that he could pull away, either.

"Now, just keep breathing. Don't bother talking, begging, or anything else. Just breathe, and let the scent settle in your head. We need to talk, and you need to be in a good place to listen. So breathe in my musk, and enjoy yourself."

The phoenix couldn't answer. He couldn't back, and the particular angle of restraint kept him from opening his beak. All he could do was keep breathing, keep smelling Haverlon's musk. With each breath, the avian's body relaxed further, and before long he hung limp from the restraints.

It was a nice view, looking over the limp phoenix. Reator took good care of his body. Lean muscles stood out under his feathers, just enough to make bulges without going over the top. It was appealing to look at, and the dragon's cock started to rise up as his eyes drifted lower.

Maybe it was the musk, maybe it was the 'forced' submission, but in either case the thong the bird wore started rising. The black fabric stretched around the shaft, lifting up with it. Haverlon chuckled as Reator's erection tugged the thong further up, revealing his feathery balls.

"Such a lovely sight. I should keep you in these more often."

He teased his pet's shaft with a small smile. It responded eagerly, growing against his hand. Soon the thong's waistband pulled away, leaving the cock barely contained and eminently visible. He pulled his hand back before it could start leaking, but he was sure that his musk would get it oozing before long.

"This is the pleasure that you get every time that you submit to me, Reator. You know how much fun you can have with me. Why don't you embrace it?"

There was a small vibration against his balls as the phoenix attempted to answer him. It was too muffled to hear, but the answer didn't really matter. Doubtlessly more about being ashamed of submitting.

"You can embrace this, you know. All it takes is admitting that you like this, and what harm is there in that? It's just a simple admission, a simple thing that you can do without any shame. No one is here to listen. Just me, just you."

He stepped back and allowed the bird's beak out. The feathers and beak were moist, slightly coated in sweat.

"What do you say, birdy?"

"I...I..."

"Hmmm, not quite enough."

He shoved his pet's back against his balls and covered him up again. There was a slight struggle that quickly died off as the dragon grabbed hold of the bird's dick. He stroked it through his thong, gently teasing it. It throbbed in response, begging for attention, but he kept his strokes slow. He wasn't letting the bird to cum midway through this treatment. He hadn't earned that.

"It's not something you need to be ashamed of, Reator. Submitting to someone else is not wrong. The responsibilities for serving someone else are just as strong as what a master has for taking care of his pets. You have done nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you should be proud of your service. Or, you could be, if you were willing to embrace it, and serve with that willingness that you're showing now.

"You know you want to. You know you want to give in to me, to serve me and service me the way that the other pets do. All you need to do is admit that you like this sort of thing, and then you'll be fine. All you have to do is say that you like being a pet, that you like submitting and being taken, and you'll be free from this. Nobody but the two of us will ever know. You can pretend all you like that you still hate it. You can pretend that you were never broken, that you never were anything other than a reluctant pet to everybody else.

"But you will know. And you will be able to take comfort in that."

He grabbed the waistband of the phoenix's thong and pulled them down. Not far, just under the bird's balls, but it let his pet's hard cock out. It throbbed eagerly, the entire length wet with pre and happily pumping out more. Despite his pet's stillness, Haverlon saw the little twitches that were the clear signs of a sub wanting more. Nothing more than twitches, though. The musk had the phoenix flying too high to give more.

"Just give in. Let yourself enjoy it. Admit it to me, and it will be so much better for you."

After stroking the shaft with the tip of his finger, Haverlon pulled back again. The bird looked even more out of it as he slipped out of the dragon's pants, his eyes glassy. They took almost half a minute to focus on the dragon, but this time he grinned. Shaky, but a definite grin.

"Mmm, I love, love that, stud."

"Heh, you are way out of it right now, aren't you?"

"Out of iiiiiiiit, yeah."

Clenching his teeth to keep from laughing and ruining the moment, he reached down and stroked the phoenix's face. The gesture 'moisturized' his palm with both sweat and drool, but Reator nuzzled his hand rather than pulling away.

"Do you have anything to say, little bird?"

"Yeaaaaaaaaaah."

"What's that?"

"I liiiiiike this."

"Heh. Good to hear."

He grabbed Reator's cock. In only a few strokes, the phoenix went over the edge, and he grinned as his pet's cock spasmed in pleasure. The bird's cock twitched and danced as it oozed cum onto his red-feathered belly. It kept shooting for half a minute before going still in the dragon's hand, but it didn't go down. Oh, it softened, but was still ready for more.

Wiping his hand off on some of the cleaner feathers, the dragon stepped back before bending down. He nuzzled his pet, smiling.

"Thank you for admitting the truth to yourself. Now, you're ready for a reward."

"Rewaaaaard?"

It was so hard to keep from laughing. Reator was so hopped up on the dragon's musk that he acted like he was drunk, high, or both. Every word was slurred to some degree, and he couldn't stop grinning.

"Yes, a reward. An associate will be coming in here soon. They're going to give you something, and it'll be very fun for you. Just be a good boy, and I'll make sure that you have a very fun time tonight."

"Mmm, yes, maaaasteeeer."

It was too much to hold back. A small laugh slipped through before he jammed a fist in his mouth, turning his head quickly to keep Reator from noticing. After getting control of himself, he walked to the door. He buttoned up his pants before opening it, and found the associate he'd expected - a skunk - on the other side. The employee carried two items. The first was a new collar with a small box on the front of it. The other was a medium sized egg, two and a half inches across and four inches long.

"You sure that these are completely functional?"

"Sir, Draconicon tested these on volunteers himself. They definitely work."

The faint blush on the skunk's face suggested that the associate had been one of the volunteers, but he didn't judge. What they did for a few extra bucks - or other reasons - was their own business. He nodded over his shoulder.

"He's nice and submissive right now. Be gentle with the egg, and give his belly and cock a bit of a cleaning."

"With cloth or tongue, sir?"

He blinked. "That's an option?"

"For some of us. I kinda like doing that."

"Then tongue, by all means."

"Got it."

The skunk grinned as he wiggled into the room, his tail nearly knocking the dragon down as he walked by. Haverlon chuckled, shaking his head as he strolled down the hall.

"One pet settled, five to go."

Though he tried to find his way to the public part of the store, the hallways turned into such a labyrinth that he could barely find his way back to the parking lot. Leaving his pet behind - even though he trusted the employees to take care of him - made him hesitate, but he had already set things in motion, and he needed to let things finish. After seeing that skunk, he knew the phoenix was in good hands, and he needed to tend to his other pets as well.

Still, that didn't keep him from being annoyed as he walked through the front doors.

"Coulda told me that the back rooms were something out of a magician's lair," he grumbled. "Now, where did those terrors get t - oooooh, boy. Andre, what did I tell you about fucking people without my permission?"

"Hey, I didn't get into any of the pet cages, master. I followed that order."

"So you want for the employees instead. Great."

He sighed. The fox technically had followed his orders, but the dragon had hoped he didn't need to include the store's staff in the off-limits list. Considering the three unconscious clerks on the floor and the elephant manager that was barely managing to keep a grip on him as the slut bounced on his cock, it had been a fool's hope.

Walking to the check-out stand the elephant sat on, he held out his hand to the fox.

"Alright, alright, you had your fun. Off."

"Come on, he's so close."

"I'm going to guess you've already gotten at least four loads up your ass. That's enough for now. Off."

"But - oooh, too late master. Here he cums!"

The elephant trumpeted, falling back on the conveyor belt. The dragon had a perfect view of the manager's cock swelling and throbbing as the elephant emptied his load into the fox. It was a big one, the elephant's fist sized balls shrinking as he came, and at least half of his load oozed back out of the fox's loose ass.

The dragon tapped his foot as Andre moaned, arching an eyebrow as their moans went on and on. When the elephant lay still and Andre stopped bouncing, the dragon smirked.

"Finished?"

"Mmmm, yeah. For now, at least."

"For a while, I hope. Come on."

He helped his pet up before setting him down on the ground. As he did, he saw a vast pool of cum oozing out of the fox's ass. Normally, that wouldn't bother him. He was a fan of creampies, after all. But this time there was enough in there to make a huge white puddle if he didn't plug the fox up.

A quick glance to his left, and he found the solution. Grabbing the plastic wrapped butt plug from a rack of sex toys, he ripped it open and jammed it up his pet's ass hard enough to make the fox jump.

"Whoa! Hey, not that I don't like big toys, but couldn't you give me a little warning, master?"

"Not when you're about to leave a creampie puddle all over the floor."

"Ooh, I got that full?"

"You almost sound proud of that."

"It's me, master. If I'm not the sluttiest size queen out there, I'm pretty damn close."

"True, true. I don't think you have to worry about anyone taking that title from you," he said, patting him on the shoulder. "So, did you find anything you wanted to get, or were you too busy dealing with these guys?"

"Shopping? Oh right, shopping."

The dragon restrained himself from facepalming as the fox darted down one of the aisles. He returned a second later, holding up a smaller package. Not a dildo then, Haverlon thought as he examined it.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Because I'm me, master, and me means slut."

"Okay, don't push your luck."

Ignoring the badly done reference, Haverlon took a closer look. The product name had been hidden among the illustration, but now that he looked closer, he could make it out. Spelled in carefully arranged cumshots across the box front were the words "Black Ops Lube: For Fitting ANYTHING Up Your Ass."

"How is this any different from what you can do without lube?"

"Keep reading, master."

He turned the box around to find the actual information about the product. As soon as he read it, he grinned.

"Oh, so you do have some common sense."

"Just because I like to be stretched doesn't mean I don't care about staying a LITTLE tight. Can't have my fun if I can't feel the cocks sliding in."

"Got that right," he muttered.

The fox had found something good. The lube was a pretty powerful set of chemicals, but it wasn't just for making things slippery. It didn't explain how, but it claimed it could keep the hole stretchy but tight. If it was used regularly, it was supposed to allow anything to fit in, then tighten up after they came back out. He wouldn't want to use that too much on Andre - after all, that loose hole was arousing in and of itself - but it would let the fox use whatever kind of toys he wanted without ruining himself.

He nodded, craning his neck as he glanced around.

"Go ahead and get that. You know where the brothers are?"

"I think I saw them heading to the porn games section, master."

"Thank you, Andre. That'll be all."

The fox nodded as Haverlon walked deeper into the store. His attention shifted to the various objects around him, and he chuckled at some of them. There was a jackhammer dildo, shaped exactly like the power tool with a dildo mounted on it. There was a set of perfumed aphrodisiacs, advertised like genital perfume, as far as he could tell. That was the mild stuff, he realized as he saw more experimental things at the edges of his sight. Strap-ons for females that would give them the stimulation from penetration hung along one wall, and he saw wearable cocks that would do the same for smaller males.

He shook his head. They were interesting, but he was more focused on finding out where the zebra brothers had gone. The porn games, Andre'd said. He hadn't realized that Extraordinary Pets sold those, but he supposed there was something for everyone here.

Walking past the pet cages, the cleaning supplies, and several open 'classrooms', Haverlon eventually found his way to the game section, and it was massive. The aisles were arrayed in a pentagonal shape, ten clusters of shelves forming a five sided construction. Through the gaps, he could see multiple screens and consoles set up for the game demonstrations, though most of the gameplay was going ignored in favor of...other activities.

Jurota and Huota stood at the far end of the pentagon, or at least, Jurota was standing. The younger brother was bent over, thrusting his hips back against his brother's cock and sheathing it deep in his ass. Somehow, he was still managing to play a game at the same time. The older zebra moaned, his eyes barely open.

"Heh, Jurota's chastity isn't going to last much longer, at this rate."

All the players paused as he stepped through the gap. Unsurprisingly, most of them were pets - or at least, he assumed they were, judging from the collars - but he occasionally saw someone holding a leash, and they didn't wear the store colors that the employees wore. Apparently some of the masters just enjoyed playing games with their pets. Not quite his thing, but then again, he'd never found a video game he could really get into.

The clusters of pets and masters provided an interesting obstacle course, complete with a number of 'hazards'. Haverlon maneuvered his way around cum puddles and grasping hands on his way to the other side, chuckling to himself as he did so. At one point an amorous leopard tried to grab him, and he had to jump out of the way to avoid being groped.

"Sorry, little guy. Not a good time for that."

"Dang."

He smiled. The response had been exactly like a kid missing his favorite toy. Shaking his head, he continued through the piles of pets, eventually reaching the other side. Jurota's eyes went wide as he saw him, and he blushed, going completely still. His brother, on the other hand, kept pushing back, moaning around his brother's cock in his ass as he kept playing the game.

"Uh, sorry, master. I know I'm i-in ch-chastity b-but-"

"Huota's just too good?"

"Y-you have no ide - mmmph!"

The older brother moaned as his brother hilted him and leaned forward, fucking Huota hard. It only took a few thrusts for him to cum, the cumshots countable by the rapid moans from the younger brother. As they panted, the dragon circled around to see what game they were playing.

The game was still running, even though Huota wasn't playing it. Every character was rendered naked, most of them with cocks swaying though there were a few female characters as well. Light flares exploded across the screen, probably some sort of background animation.

What interested him, however, was the fact that the on-screen characters were in the middle of some very sexual attacks. A dragon was dragging a raccoon onto all fours by his balls, while a wolf had a fox pressed up against his crotch. Counters and meters on the top of the screen measured submission levels, and it seemed that Huota's team was getting their collective ass kicked.

"So, were you losing on purpose, or was Jurota just distracting you that much?"

"Mmmph. He was, mm, very good, master."

"I can tell."

He chuckled, shaking his head as the game continued, new moves taking place. He groaned as one enemy dragon attacked, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, why am I not surprised?"

No wonder Jurota had been so tempted. The enemy dragon character had extended a scaly foot and pressed it against Huota's main character. It stroked him, running from chest to groin, and then flashed red. The submission meter went way up at that, and the main character nearly crumbled.

"You've just been watching him rub his feet all over your brother's character, haven't you? No wonder you came so hard."

"I know what makes my brother happy, master."

Patting Huota on the head, Haverlon gave him the controller again. Jurota pulled out of his sibling, and a stream of cum poured out of the zebra's abused asshole, joining the other white puddles around them. The whole area smelled of cum and sex, and it had his cock stirring too.

Ignoring it, he looked at the screen again. Admittedly it wasn't a bad game, and he could imagine some of the other pets enjoying it. At the very least, it could be good foreplay.

"Do you think you guys would like to have something like this at home?"

"I'm loving the game, master. I bet the other pets would love it too."

"Or they'll love your ass sticking up in the air while you play, little brother."

"Don't knock my ass, Jurota. You know you love it."

"Alright, then," the dragon said between chuckles. "Huota, pick up a console and the game for it, and meet Andre at the front of the store. Jurota, you want anything for this?"

"I'm fine, master. Um, am I going to be, well, punished?"

"Hmm..." He shook his head. "I don't think so, not if you're going to pass on getting something."

"Thank you, master."

"Now, to other matters. Do you know where Bubba is?"

"Oh right, we meant to tell you that," Jurota said, pointing off towards the pet cages. "I think he and Franz are running away from an old cow. She, uh, kind of didn't believe that he was owned."

"Oh boy. Thanks for the warning. I better go handle that."

He darted off with a wave at the siblings, rushing down the aisles in search of his other pets. If some lady thought that they were unclaimed, she was crazy, blind, or both.

WHAM!

The dragon ran into something big, barely managing to stay upright as he stumbled backwards. He rubbed his snout, shaking his head before looking down at perhaps the biggest pair of breasts he'd ever seen. His eyes slowly went up until he was eye to eye with the biggest cow he'd ever seen. She was tall as he was and had a pair of breasts that went past the level of 'boobs' and went right into bosom territory, forming a sort of shelf sticking out from her chest. She wore a white dress that blended into her fur and a diamond necklace that shone in such a dazzling way that he instantly got a headache. He rubbed his head as she glared at him.

"Well? You going to stand there, or apologize?"

"Apologize? For what?"

"For running into me, you stupid dragon." She threw up her hands. "Oh, never mind. I'm busy trying to find that bull. Did you see him?"

"Bigger sort of male? A bit shorter than me, big balls that were barely hidden behind a speedo-thong?"

"Yes, yes, that's him."

"That would be my bull."

"Oh don't be silly. He's part of the merchandise. Without a master -"

"I'm his master, as you might have seen if you looked for a collar or something."

"...Don't they put collars on the pets in this store anyway?"

"No. Not until they're bought."

"Oh. Oh. OH."

She looked down as she muttered too quietly for him to hear. As she grumbled, he looked over her shoulders. He saw two familiar faces looking down the aisle from the other end. Bubba and Franz. When they started to move, he gave a minute shake of his head. They were safer where they were, and shouldn't give themselves away.

The cow looked at him again, her cheeks red but her determination no less present. She crossed her arms, the motion lifting her breasts up a little higher.

"How much?"

"Believe me, madam, you couldn't afford it."

"Oh really? And if I were to just hand you this?"

She reached back and undid the clasp for her necklace, tossing it to him in one smooth motion. The glittering diamonds made his eyes water, and he almost dropped it. Glaring at her, he shook his head before examining it.

The piece of jewelry was gaudy as hell, but the diamonds in it were quality. Individually they'd be worth between a few thousand dollars - for the smaller ones - to hundreds of thousands for the larger ones. All told, it was more than what he'd paid for his manor.

"I'll give you that right now if you let the bull be mine."

He arched an eyebrow.

"Don't give me that look. Do you know how hard it is to find a good breeder bull like that? I'd get my money back on him in stud fees and personal fun in less than a year."

If that's the case, then there's something about Bubba I still don't know. Better have Draconicon look into that, he thought. He tossed the necklace back to the cow. She fumbled with it even more than he did, and it slid into the space between her breasts and out of sight.

"Keep it. I'm going to be keeping Bubba."

"Why? It's not like you're going to be using him for anything besides a cum dump."

"It might surprise you, but I don't just buy things for sex. If I wanted that, I could have a prostitute on call. This is something more than that."

"Oh please, like a dragon could really care about a bull - or anything else - that way."

"Is there a problem here?"

They both whipped around, and Haverlon smiled as the store owner walked over. Draconicon's black scales shimmered as he looked from one of them to the other, lifting an eyebrow at the cow.

"Madam Polarus, I did warn you that you need to actually check with an employee to determine whether a pet is owned. Did you do that?"

"No, but -"

"I didn't think so. Now, I have you on camera chasing someone else's purchases around the store. I am well within my rights to ask you to leave. Do you want me to kick you out?"

"But I'm a big spender here. Don't you want my business?"

"Madam, you buy cheap in bulk, and then you trade the guys in a year later. That is hardly something I can't do without. Now, leave this man and his pets alone, or I will have to ask you to leave."

"But -"

"Of course, if you're so focused on butts, we can always give you the experience of Anal Size Queens 101."

Blushing, the cow glared at them before stomping off. He glared back at her until she disappeared, then turned to Draconicon, nodding his thanks.

"Thanks for intervening. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep calm with her."

"You'd not have been the first person to lose their temper with her."

"Why is she still allowed in here if she's got a history?"

"Lawyers. They keep overturning every restraining order we get."

"I thought you said you could kick her out."

"Yes, but I have to see her and drag her out myself. It doesn't stop her from coming back in." He sighed. "Anyway, she's gone. How have your pets been? Treating you well? Have you been treating them well?"

"Oh very well, on both sides. Just getting them some toys and treats for being so well behaved."

"And Reator?"

"The same, for the most part. Just needing to work on a few attitude adjustments with him, and he'll be fine to have around."

"You're better than I thought, Haverlon. A lot better."

They chatted for few minutes, Draconicon asking about the other pets, him making a request for Bubba's background information, but eventually the other dragon had to leave. Draconicon patted him on the shoulder before walking off, and after he walked around the corner, the two pets rejoined him. Franz chewed frantically on some gum, while Bubba was teary-eyed.

"Are you okay, Bubba?"

"Yeah, I'm, I'm alright."

"Good." Haverlon pulled the bull into a hug. He gave the bovine the tightest embrace he could, hoping that the big guy realized just how much he was valued. Giving him a pat on the back, the dragon let go and turned to Franz. "So, what about you? Why were you running around with him?"

Franz pointed to his mouth, and the dragon sighed.

"Yes, go ahead, take it out."

Nodding, the canine spat his gum into his hand. Holding it in his palm, he stood up straight like an officer awaiting inspection. Apparently not all of his instincts from his past had been left behind just yet.

"W-wanted to k-k-keep an eye on h-him. K-keep him s-safe, m-master."

"I see. And the running was your idea?"

"T-too big t-t-to t-take. Situation d-demanded we run instead."

"Probably the best idea, Franz. Thanks for not making a huge scene of things. Much as that woman deserves some embarrassment, I'd prefer not to make things more difficult for the store."

"T-thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. So, did you find something for yourself?"

"Y-yes." The doberman held out his other hand. The box sported a big wolf on the front, fully equipped with bondage gear and a harness. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the open-mouthed gag on the wolf was the highlighted feature of the set.

"I see. Any special features?"

"R-remote c-c-controlled panel. Opens or s-s-shuts on your c-command."

That would be an interesting feature. He could either keep the doberman's mouth open wide for constant face fuckery, or he could shut it and keep Franz from going after people. Not quite the solution that the dog needed, but it would keep some variety in their fun. He nodded approvingly.

"So, why don't you go join Andre and the others at the front of the store, while Bubba and I go and find -"

"Uh, I, I already found something, master."

The bull held out a stretchable plastic tube. It looked little different than a condom, but then the dragon saw the tube attached to the top and realized that it was a milking sheath. Closer inspection proved that it was lined with miniature pads along the inside, with a remote to go with it.

"Well, I guess I should have expected you to come up with something like that, Bubba. Come on then, everybody. Let's get up to the front desk and deal with this."

He shepherded the two of them through the store, passing by the aisles of other pets that were waiting to be bought. Most of them didn't bother trying to get the dragon's attention, considering he was accompanied by pets already, but a few were desperate enough to make the attempt. A raven pressed his ass against the glass wall, spreading his feathered ass cheeks and lifting his tail feathers to show off his tight little hole, while an orca pressed his cock up against the barrier, smearing pre all over the clear partition.

He tightened his grip on Franz's just before the canine leaped forward. He chuckled, shaking his head at the doberman's need, but patted his head. The pets were enterprising, at least, but he was full up for the moment. Maybe later, when these six were completely trained and happy, he might expand. Then again, maybe he wouldn't.

Before long, he felt something warm dripping on his pant leg. He looked down and blinked at the white ooze slipping out of Franz's hole. Arching an eyebrow, he tapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm guessing you visited that sort-of friend of yours?"

"'es, master."

"Mind telling me who it was, now?"

"Old s-s-sergeant."

He arched an eyebrow, but didn't bother asking further. However, he did slide his finger into the lubed, stretched hole. Franz tensed up for a moment before relaxing, and for once he saw the dog break out in a blush. The dragon chuckled. He was merely re-asserting his ownership, nothing more, despite what his throbbing erection told him to do.

He led the two of them to the registers like that, where the rest of the group - sans Reator - were waiting for him. Waving at him, they made way in the line for him to pay. A skunk - the same one that had tended to the phoenix, he realized - ran the different items over the scanner.

"So, was my birdy well behaved?"

"Very, sir. I don't know what you did, but it got him very eager to please."

"And the new tools?"

"Fitted and working fine."

"Good. Now, how much do I owe you for all this?"

"Uh, one second, sir." The skunk pressed a button. "Ah, there we go. $1,400 for the toys and console, and another $350 for the treatment for the phoenix."

"Here."

"Cash, sir?"

"That's what I'm handing you."

"Uh...wow. Okay."

The skunk was quick. After getting over the slight shock of handling so much cash at once, the clerk handed over the $250 that Haverlon was owed in change and printed off a receipt.

"Oh, and your phoenix is waiting for you outside, attached to one of the posts out there."

"He's alright?"

"Oh yeah, he's just a bit...um..."

"High?"

"Not from anything I gave him, but that's as good a word for it as any."

"No worries. Thanks again."

They filtered through the front door and spotted the phoenix immediately. Not only was Reator tied up right next to the front door, but the phoenix's speedo-thong was gone, and he was completely out of it. His eyes were half closed, he was openly fondling himself with one hand, and his other had his ass cheeks spread, showing off his hole to everyone.

"Cooome right up and try out my birdy butt! Ya know ya wanna. Ya know ya wanna."

"Geez, that really did a number on you, didn't it?"

Reator stood up in a flash, though he wobbled back and forth as he did. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, but they soon settled on the dragon. The phoenix started to point a finger at the dragon -

PFFT!

The box on the front of the collar puffed a jet of colored mist into the phoenix's face. He gasped, sucking it in, and in seconds his eyes were unfocused again. A sniff had all the pets chuckling, and Haverlon joined in. The collar measured the phoenix's heart-rate with built-in sensors. When it climbed above a certain point and indicated stress, the collar let out a blast of musky pheromones, smelling just like Haverlon's balls.

"How's the new anal toy feeling, Reator?"

"Daaaamn good, master. So biiiig. Feels good in my birdy butt."

"It's buzzing away, right? Not just sitting in there."

"Buzzz buzzzzzz."

"Heheh, okay, I think that's good enough. Come on, guys, let's get him in the limo and go home."

Franz helped him carry the giggling phoenix across the parking lot. Their driver already had the engine going, and they filed in quickly. He was pretty sure that they'd picked up on his eagerness to get home, and based on the looks Franz and the Kota brothers were giving him, they all knew why he wanted to get back.

But, then again, why wait?

Grabbing the phoenix, he turned him around until he was ass up, feathery rump right in his face. Licking his lips, Haverlon leaned forward and pressed his tongue against Reator's twitching hole. He could taste some saliva left behind, and he chuckled, realizing how the skunk must have lubed up his pet.

He dragged his tongue along his pet's ass, digging into the slightly wrinkled flesh and tugging on it, forcing it to relax. It flexed under his tongue, and the bird moaned, obviously enjoying the rimming.

"Franz. Get my cock out. Suck it."

He barely felt the dog's fingers working on his pants, but there was no mistaking that mouth as it surrounded his cock. He moaned, his tongue slowly wriggling over Reator's puckering opening. A musky smell spread through the interior of the limo, and he knew that the rest of the pets were eager for their own fun.

This is going to be a very messy ride home, he thought.

The End