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Lives for Sale: Auction Day

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

The lion grinned as many furs crowded around the auction grounds. Feet, hooves, leather shoes scritched over the sandy street as the numbers congregated. The lion waved them all forward.

"Yes, yes! Come one, come all, and bring your money!"

He stood on a large wooden platform in the town square. The people gathered. Many of those present were of varying wealth, most were poor, a few of them looked quite out of place however with their fancy robes. Clearly, they had anticipated a moment like this.

"Yes! I bet you are all eager as can be to see what Gregor has brought to you charming folks on this day!"

Gregor clapped his hands and a large heavy-set badger walked up, around his upper body a harness was strapped tight, his muzzle gagged. Behind him, he pulled a large wagon flanked by several hooded, armored guards with swords, axes and the like. The master riding on the front of the wagon whipped the badger to make him drop it. With a pained growl, he did so. The badger fell to his hands and knees. The master simply stepped off, using his slave as a carpet. Two guards instantly got in front of the weasel and laid down a rug for him so he could walk the rest of the way without getting his clothes covered in sand. He elbowed Gregor in the groin.

"Step aside, auctioneer, let a real master do the talking."

Gregor groaned out of pain, "Of course, Ezekiel, sir."

Ezekiel cleared his voice. "Now then! Can we begin with the display?"

The guards opened the wagon. Several furs in chains, gags and tattered clothing were led out. The captain of Ezekiel's guard gave his order and the slaves were all herded like cattle to the stage. Ezekiel gave the signal to Gregor and the big lion begrudgingly brought out the first of the many slaves to be auctioned off for the day. A lithe, teenaged, black and white rabbit stood first. He whimpered as he looked out over the large crowd that had formed before the stage. Ezekiel yanked the young male by his ears and forced him to kneel.

"This first specimen used to be a farmer. He doesn't look very strong but he has much endurance for working your fields. Stand up!"

He forced the rabbit to stand.

"He could also make a nice little distraction from a hard day's work."

The weasel put on rubber gloves then made the rabbit turn and bend over. He pulled the rabbit's britches down then spanked the male's soft furry bottom. The rabbit yelped, which earned a great response from the crowd. The weasel smiled as he spanked him again to make him cry out again and again.

"Hear these lungs on this fellow, imagine all the jealous neighbors when you fuck his ass!"

He gripped the rabbit's balls. "And just look how well formed these are; this bunny could make a fine breeding stud if that's what you're looking for."

He made the rabbit turn around then stroked him until he was fully erect before the crowd. "A good size for one as young as him, too." Unashamedly he stroked the rabbit's 8-inch prick before the crowd. He brought the young male to a quick, but impressive climax. The black and white rabbit overfilled the gloved palm of his master and the rest of his virile strain dripped all over the wooden stage.

The weasel licked some of the rabbit's sperm from his glove before speaking, "Now! Bidding will begin at 100 gold pieces!"

"I'll pay 500 gold!" said a fat pig in the audience who'd been looking for a new fuck-rag to replace his last one.

The rabbit gulped, the pig looked exactly like the sort of master he feared would buy him. He clinched his virgin ass at the thought.

"I'll pay 800!" said an eagle in fine clothing.

Now he was more handsome, the rabbit thought. He still dreaded the thought of being any male's sex toy, but that one looked a great deal more desirable.

"1,000!" The pig shot back.

"1,2oo!" The eagle returned fire.

The pig groaned then backed off, knowing he couldn't top that price.

Ezekiel threw the rabbit from the stage. "Sold to the fine eagle there for 1200 gold pieces!"

The eagle paid happily then returned to the crowd with his new servant. He petted the young rabbit, "Yes, you'll make a fine addition to my household."

The rabbit said nothing, though his sharp hearing did pick up the effeminate lilt in the eagle's accent.

The weasel had a second slave brought out. This one was a female. She was a grackle, her metallic blue-black feathers turned drab by the dust and sand all around. She stood in complete silence as Ezekiel presented her to the crowd.

"Here we have a little thief. Silly thing she was thinking she could steal bread from our fine markets, to believe there would be no swift comeuppance for ones who fool themselves so."

She only flinched when the weasel lifted her skirt to show everyone her tight pink cloaca.

"But look at her, such a vibrant, succulent female, no tits! But she is well-equipped for you fine gentlemen out there." He giggled cruelly while he massaged her moistening slit with his gloved hand.

He stuck two fingers in her, first spreading her to show how tight she was. "And just look, still a virgin. Such a rare find, yes?" He started slowly shifting his fingers in and out of her.

She groaned as those fingers violated her. She was avian, she had no hymen to worry for, but it still hurt to have something shoved in there, no matter how good it was starting to feel.

"See how moist she already is. She ain't been fucked but still as ready as any whore." He grinned as he sped up his molestation.

She cursed herself when she climaxed on the perverted weasel's intruding digits. The weasel licked his fingers of the black bird's cloacal squirt, then wiped the rest on her naked chest.

The weasel held her by the small of her thin waist, "Bidding begins, I hope you fellows brought fat wallets today."

When bidding began many of the horny males present started throwing outrageous offers.

"Sold to the dragon for 800,000 gold pieces!"

A brutish red dragon in black armor climbed onto the stage, he was larger than both the weasel and bird combined. He showed remarkable tenderness though when he offered a kind paw for the grackle to take.

She was frightened by his size, at the same time attracted because he was a handsome, fierce looking dragon.

He passed a bag of his gold to the weasel, then pressed the lithe female to his cold armor. He cradled her in his arms, "Hold on tight!" His wings unfolded, he leapt strongly into the air then he flew away with her.

"I'm sure we've made one customer extra happy today!" shouted Ezekiel as he'd nearly been knocked over by the wind created by the dragon's powerful wings.

The bidding went on through the rest of the day until finally one slave remained from Ezekiel's stock. This last one was a flying fox, covered in the purest black fur except around his head where he bore shaggy, tan hair that looked almost golden. He was a very handsome specimen of his species. Three scars covered his bare chest.

The weasel held the taller male like he were no bigger than any other slave. "Now this beastly man, he's a special one. Crept into my mansion, like a sneak thief, dagger in hand, ready to slay yours truly."

He slapped the male and made him kneel. "But you see how I can tame even this vile creature."

Despite being chained and manhandled by the smaller male, the bat carried a quiet calm about him, unheard of for a slave. He maintained his good manner even as a warm liquid were suddenly poured all over his golden mane.

Ezekiel giggled cruelly as he emptied his full bladder on his would-be assassin, "You see? He'll even let you piss all over him. That's the kind of obedience you can expect from this one. A fine latrine for the master on the go." He shook himself then hid his cock under his kilt. He took the time to sniff his own pungent musk he'd left all over his slave. He kicked the bat and made him stand.

"But unpleasantries aside, ladies, gaze upon this handsome face, this sculpted body." He massaged the bat's scarred chest, intentionally irritating the old wounds to cause some small reaction from the shamed assassin.

The bat's pants were stripped from him and many of the females in the audience gasped at the male's flaccid 12-inch cock; one stocky hen fainted.

Ezekiel grinned from the reaction. "You'll fetch a pretty penny for sure, boy."

The bat merely sneered at the weasel as bidding started. His resolve broke somewhat when hands touched his shaft and balls. He hissed a warning in his native language to the weasel.

Ezekiel ignored him and molested the bat until he was fully erect. The women and some of the men grew more excited as they watched the weasel exploit the flying fox's one weakness. Zeke brought the bat to the brink of orgasm many times, but did not let him off as easy as the rest. He relished in the thought of making a male taller, prettier, even more hung than he buckle under his firm hands. He enjoyed teasing this one so much he almost wished no one would buy him so he could continue to make his life miserable.

Alas, many girls with deep pockets offered up their life savings for this big virile male.

"100,000 gold!" The hen made her offer. Ezekiel shuddered erotically when he heard such a large number. He ground his tenting kilt against the bare crevasse of his handsome slave, pinched the bat's nipples.

The flying fox began thrusting his mighty cock against the perverted paw which cradled him.

Ezekial grinned evilly and whispered in the bat's ears, "I'd bend you then fuck you right now if I could. We'll see how much higher your worth goes then."

"300,ooo!" Another high bid hit his ears and the weasel unbuckled his kilt, "Fuck it, I'm raising your price." He ground his pink cock against the bat's pucker. "Then again, I don't know how well you wash yourself after moving your bowels." He continued to grind and stroke nonetheless, "I wouldn't want to catch whatever foreign germ you may carry, would I?"

Instead, the weasel had a dagger with a rigged, diamond-encrusted handle. He withdrew his weapon and forcefully shoved the handle in the gasping bat's anus.

The bat cursed aloud in his native language as the diamonds cut into his rectum. He arched his back by instinct as his cock dribbled from the abuse he was taking.

Zeke felt the male was close to orgasm. He laughed as he slowly fucked the bat with the handle of his prized weapon, awarded to the bat for his years of service to his country, now reduced to a sex toy.

"10,000,000!" shouted a female voice from the back.

The weasel shuddered to a sudden stop at the peak of his own pleasure, "10 million?" He looked to see who was so bold to offer such a ridiculous price.

Everyone turned to see a female bat in glorious, rich-looking cloaks, flanked by two equine guards, a zebra and a brumby. She was tall like the male, clearly of the same species though her hair was straight and black. The femme bat grinned and she stepped up to the stage. She nodded to her zebra guard and the stallion threw two heavy bags of gold onto the stage. Ezekiel shuddered and blew his load all over his former slave's backside when the smell of that precious gold hit his nostrils.

The buck-naked bat was walked down from the stage and the female bat looked over her new manservant with a pleased smile across her face. She took the time to walk around him and examine what she just paid for. Her nostrils scrunched from the pungent urine and semen staining his perfect black fur. "Stand still" she ordered as she gently parted his cheeks. There was some blood from the rough handling he'd taken from the cruel weasel. "I'll have a doctor look at that for you." She stood and wiped her hands clean with a cloth given to her by her brumby servant. "We're going now, come along." The bat femme turned and walked off, sexy saunter in her step. The male couldn't help watching, eager to see what this curvy femme had planned for him.

The bat led the flying fox to a small inn. The male had to duck to enter because of his height

The rich female instantly made her way to the bar.

"Innkeeper! Two rooms! One for my guards, one for me and my... new friend." She gestured to the big bat behind her.

The moose looked upon the nude bat. "Lucky bastard" he muttered before pulling out two room keys.

She took the keys, gave one to her zebra guard. She pocketed the other. She turned back to the moose.

"My entourage and I will now take our seats, please have a waitress to our table soon." She leaned in closer, "And could you find a doctor for my friend? His previous master damaged him unjustly and I would pay anything for his health."

"Right away!" The moose waved for one of the waitresses to come to attention.

The bat seated herself and the three big males followed suit. She sat with her elegant winged arms crossed over her modest bust. "Well now, I believe introductions are to be made. What is your name, newcomer?"

The male tilted his head at the female's casual behavior. "I am called Sicario."

She cooed, "Mmm, even his name is sexy." She gestured to the zebra, "He is Tim."

The zebra nodded a silent greeting.

"You'll have to mind him most out of all my guards. His previous owner had his vocal cords removed for speaking ill words about that owner's mother and farm animals."

The zebra nodded again.

The bat gestured to the big brown brumby, "His name is Walter."

"Noice meetin' ya, mate. You're goin' ta have a great time with the lady here."

The stallion's heavy Aussie accent impressed the bat. He shook hands with each male.

The bat femme then called attention to herself, "And I am Eve."

She smiled as the badger waitress arrived with plates of meat and potatoes with wonderfully aged ale and mead for the quartet.

When the meal was finished, Eve stood up and led her servant upstairs. Her guards decided they would stay behind and chat with the badgeress.

Once behind closed doors, the bat began to undress herself for bed. Sicario stood and waited, admiring her fit body. She definitely worked out, he thought. She looked to him. She batted her pretty eyes at him, "Sicario darling, could you help me with my cape?"

He smiled "Of course!"

He helped the bat untie her black sparkling cape. She turned around to show that she was fully nude. He attempted to kiss her and she stopped him.

"There's time for that later." She sniffed him and almost gagged, "That bastard weasel's put his filth all over you. Can't believe I even let you eat when you were still messy. After the doctor comes to check your wound, I'm giving you a bath. I will have no smelly bats in my castle. You'd make us all look bad."

Sicario chuckled, "I understand."

There was a knock at the door. Eve spoke up, "Come on in."

The door opened and an old goat peeked inside. "Oh my! Am I interrupting something?"

The naked female bat stood, "No, I'm only getting ready for bed. I assume you're the doctor."

He nodded quickly, "I rushed over as quickly as my old hooves could take me. I assume your male friend is the one in need of doctoring?"

She nodded, "You assume correctly. Sicario, lay on your belly and allow this man to look at your injuries."

Sicario did so.

The old goat approached, holding his nose at the stench surrounding the bat.

Eve explained, "I'd just bought him today at the auction. His master relieved himself on his head, then ejaculated on his backend. He had also raped him with a dagger covered with diamonds. They cut him and he bled."

The goat nodded, "I see." He put on gloves then parted Sicario's buttocks to look in his asshole. There was indeed caked blood in the bat's anus. "Mmm, your cuts are shallow, it should be quick." He looked at the bat, "Hold still, sir." He opened his satchel, took out a cloth and a bottle of rubbing alcohol, "This is going to sting."

Sicario scoffed, "I won't move, as long as I have a good incentive."

Eve sat herself comfortably in front of his snout, wrapped her legs tight around his neck, "Incentive? Fine, try to make me come before the kind doctor is finished mending your wound."

He grinned and lowered his muzzle between her thighs, began to lap away at the warm vulva placed before him.

She petted his golden headfur while he worked, "Good boy."

The old goat cleared his throat as he drenched a cloth in alcohol then applied it gingerly to the large male's hole.

Meanwhile, Tim and Walter lurked outside. The busty badgeress had been too busy to leave her post with them so the two drunken equines retired together. The males stopped in the hallway outside their rented rooms and they kissed lovingly against one of the doors.

Walter was the one pressed against Lady Eve's door while he allowed Tim to dominate their kiss. His ears perked when he heard a light feminine giggle from inside. He broke the kiss, "Sounds like the lady is enjoyin' her new catch."

Tim smiled and snorted happily.

Walt petted the zebra's long face, "I agree, we oughta take after her and enjoy ourselves."

Tim pulled him from their mistress' door and took Walter into their room.

In Eve's room next door, she had to bite her lip to keep from screeching aloud while she bucked against Sicario's hardworking tongue.

The goat doctor had finished mending the male bat's cuts, but could not tear his eyes away from his sculpted body, nor from the lovely female he just realized was staring back at him.

From her place, she could see the sexual atmosphere had taken its toll on the old goat. She had no qualms about age when it came to her pleasure and she suspected a seasoned soldier like Sicario would not be opposed to sharing her with another male, even for just this night. "Are you about finished there, doctor?"

He snapped out of his stupor, "Of course, madam. If you wish, I could leave right away!"

She shook her head, "You may stay..." Eve stopped Sicario and gestured for him to sit up. She was pleased to see he had an erection, even more from the size of it.

Sicario nuzzled his new mistress, "What will you ask of me, my lady?"

She petted him, "Sicario, how open are you, sexually? Be honest."

He chuckled, "I'm yours to command now, I'm as open as you wish me to be."

She purred, "Okay." She stood, "You still need a bath." She looked at the old goat doctor, "Would you care to join us? Just for tonight, take a load off your busy life."

He was stunned to be invited to share with these bats, "Yes, I could stand to relax some."

"Come along then, both of you." She let her butt sway as she walked into the washroom.

In the other room, the equines were naked and kissing each other while their cocks ground together, trapped amongst their tight abs.

Walter was on top, dragging his heavy sac back and forth over Tim's plump pair. Their muzzles mingled lovingly while their shafts dueled.

Meanwhile, Sicario and the goat doctor were engaged in just about the same kind of contact while Eve scrubbed the bat's fur.

The old goat enjoyed the flying fox's long tongue wrapped around his own, the healthy young cock pressed against his own. Sicario thrusted mightily against the 60 year-old goat.

Tim raised his head and let the brumby stallion suck on his nipples.

Neither pairs of males shared the same room, but each was as passionate about their sexual interlude.

Eve had finished washing her new servant now she sat back and relaxed while the bat and goat frotted before her. Her pussy quivered under her own touch while she got off to two males. She admired the bat's build, his herculean form whilst he thrust his mighty cock against the old moaning goat.

The goat was nearly as tall as the flying fox, and despite his age, had an impressive build himself. He had washboard abs, impressive pecs, kissable biceps. His cock did match the bat in length.

Eve's erotic mind reasoned with her, she came to fetch this one male, but she could leave with this goat as well. She reached an exploratory wing between her males and held their tips in her palm as they'd begun to ejaculate. Both males soiled her palm so potently with such viscous strings of their semen. She licked her paw clean then kissed her virile men, "I said tonight, now after seeing you in action, would it be improper to invite you to my home? I do have need of a doctor in my castle. Before you can refuse, I am extremely wealthy."

The goat's chest swelled from such a proposition, "I would like a home out in the country, away from this damnable city. I don't care about money, just give me a home and I'll be as faithful a servant as you could hope for."

She smiled, "What is your name?"

The old goat sat up before her and Sicario, "My name is Victor."

She stood exposing her moist vulva to the pair of males. Eve grinned, "Victor, Sicario, please part so I may join you. I'm in dreadful need of a bath myself."

The red dragon who'd bought the black bird before set down outside his tent beyond the city limits. She'd held on tight for the whole flight.

A tall spotted hyena female had been practicing her sword fighting with her wolfess comrade when the dragon nearly knocked the both of them over with his wings.

They stopped to acknowledge their captain as the tent flap flung open.

A female opossum ran out, "Master Rosso! You're back!" She stopped when she saw the nude avian clinging to him.

Rosso let the grackle female down.

She blushed when she looked at the other females all staring back at her.

"Piccola, Rita, Lupe, come see our new addition to our growing family." The dragon called out in a genial manner far belying his fierce visage.

The opossum was the first to run up. She eagerly shook hands with the drab black bird, "Hello, I'm Hilary, but Master likes to call me Piccola because I'm the smallest of his females."

The grackle blinked, "I'm Lola and... how many other females does the master have?"

Piccola eagerly dragged Lola with her, "Come on, you can come in and meet the rest of us!"

Lola nearly tripped as she was pulled into the tent. Her nares flared when they were hit with the smell of incense. There were a few other females; three awake, a fourth, a dragoness, rubbing her gravid belly.

The red dragon stepped in flanked by Rita and Lupe.

The hyena and wolfess took off their clothes then sat around the center table while two of the other females undressed the dragon.

He unbuckled the belt on his armor, then let the girls remove his covering until his full red body was exposed along with the moist pink slit that concealed his malehood for the time being.

He sat down, crossing his legs while his sixth female poured soup from a hot cauldron into ornate plates, one for him and each of her harem sisters. The dragoness was last to join, sitting next to her husband, rubbing her belly while she nuzzled him.

Piccola directed Lola to sit with her while Lupe and Rita sat on opposite sides of their alphas.

The pretty meerkat who served the soup poured herself some. The rabbit who sat opposite of her pulled fresh bread from the oven then passed it to Captain Rosso.

The dragon thanked her, "Grazie, Donna." He cleared his throat, "My ladies, please give a warm welcome to your new sister."

Lola blushed again when each of these girls so kindly addressed her. She shyly waved to each, "Thank you... I-I..."

Piccola calmed the shy bird, "Her name is Lola, she told me earlier. Obviously she is very overwhelmed by everyone here."

The grackle sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm not used to this. You're all very nice, you're not what I expected in the home of my first master."

The dragoness' spines shot up, "Master? You were a slave girl?"

Rosso explained, "I saw her at the auction today. You know normally I avoid that nonsense, but I saw Lola and thought, this is someone too kind to throw away on servitude. So, I bought her."

The grackle sat up, "I looked kind? It had nothing to do with that bastard fingering my crotch in public?!"

Some of the girls gasped when she raised her voice at him.

Rosso kept a level gaze with her, his slitted reptilian eyes locked with her simple yellow eyes. "To tell the truth, I'd wanted to take my sword out and slay that filthy weasel the minute he put his hands on you. No one should belittle another in such a way, not for any reason."

She nodded, "Mmhm, yet you keep all these women together, so am I just another to your collection? Are you going to fill my belly like this one?"

Rosso liked her attitude, "These women, I'll make no illusions, yes they are my harem, I have sex with them, periodically. And this one is my lawful wife." He kissed his dragoness.

Lola nodded some more, "You didn't answer my questions." She looked at the dragoness, "And why do you let your husband keep these females around? In my village, a male would find his flight feathers clipped, be forced to walk in shame for the rest of his life."

The dragoness answered before her husband, "That's your way in your village. It's different for dragons. We live a long time, longer than most of your other races. We also mate for life, which in writing sounds like a dream, but we've found that many, not all, but many males develop a wandering eye, especially once we are laden with eggs and cannot give them the proper welcome home they desire. So, we allow our husbands to build their harems, with the promise that he'll never love one of them over his own mate."

Rosso finished breaking bread for each of his girls, "And to answer your first question Lola, no; you are not just an addition to my collection. You are still your own person. When we're far enough from this city, if you wish to move on, find your own way, you can. Each of these women has that freedom, if they stay its because they choose so."

The rabbit, Donna held Lola's shoulder, "Some of us don't have anywhere to go anyway. Rita and Lupe over there each lost their families to marauders, had to depend on each other for years until the captain ran into them. Me... I couldn't go home. Females in my village are only breeding cattle, we don't have rights. Here, I'm treated as an equal."

Rosso ate some creamy dumplings from the soup, "And as for your other question, I cannot give eggs to you as with my wife. It is physically impossible and the whole reason for harems is to prevent my stupid male hormones from impregnating another dragoness."

His dragoness laughed, "If that ever happened, I'd do much worse than just clip your wings, my love." She licked broth from his face.

He laughed nervously, "So you see, Lola, contrary to how things may appear to you now... it's the women who call the shots in this family. Me? I'm no more important than a lion to his lionesses. I provide the muscle when I'm around, but it's they who cook, hunt, gather and protect my wife when I'm away."

The meerkat laughed, "Delia's pretty capable at fighting off intruders anyway. Me, I'm good because I'm small, I'm fast, they don't see me coming until they're choking on their own blood." She giggled darkly.

Lola nodded before finally tasting some of the soup she'd been given. She was surprised, "Wow, is there ginger in this?"

The meerkat smiled, "I'm happy you noticed. I was a cook on a small army battalion before joining Captain Rosso. We went all over the world, I got to try all the different spices in my soups and my pies. I love ginger especially."

Lola smiled, "You're a good cook, what's your name?"

The meerkat smiled, "My name is Katy, it's nice to meet you, Lola."

Rosso smiled meanwhile as he saw the pretty black bird start to open up. She's a fine addition to his household indeed.

Mordecai, the young black and white rabbit, had been the first to be bought at the auction.

The wealthy eagle who had paid for him waltzed quietly before the rabbit.

The rabbit caught himself staring at the effete eagle's pert backside. What was he doing? This was what he'd been afraid of; now this tall, handsome male would drag him home, spread his cheeks, then take his virginity from him.

The eagle looked aside to him and gave a kind smile to the rabbit before stepping into a brothel.

The rabbit's nostrils quivered as he was bombarded by the smell of sex and females. His naked body made his excitement known to every brothel girl or patron within sight. Many of the girls checked him out as the eagle led him to the front desk.

There a big brawny bull stood behind the bar counter. He smiled when he saw the eagle, "Ah, Lady Eglantine, how kind you are to grace us with your presence."

The lady nodded politely to the bull, "You're getting better with that fake accent, Clyde."

He grunted then spat into a spittoon, "Ar, I thought I could fool ya this time, Eggy."

A great busty old Holstein cow stepped out to see who her husband was speaking with then cried out cheerfully at seeing her grown up goddaughter again. "Oh, Eglantine, ya doll! You're away from us too long these days."

The Lady shrugged, "Being the countess of my own country grants me little privacy, so I'm always happy when my brother can sit in for me. He sends his regards as well, my uncle too, he enjoyed that cheese you mailed him."

The cow smiled, "I hope he did, I make those wheels myself day in and day out. Tell him he can just come and sample my dairy from the source, Clyde's keen for another threesome with that old dirty birdy." She finished with a sultry sway of her bodacious hips.

Eglantine laughed, "I will be sure to tell him, your cheese keeps him fairly popular with the maids." She petted the rabbit who stood by her, gazing at the different females like a child in a candy store. "Is the Madam in, Clara?"

The cow nodded, "Yes, Georgina is busy upstairs with a client, currently, but she will join us. Are you looking for a room for you and your young friend there?"

Eglantine looked upon her young charge then smiled to her godmother, "Yes, a room for the night for me and my new ward. We'd like food and drink brought out, whatever the house special is, then we would like to see if the tailor is in. Can't let young rabbits walk around without their knickers, can we?"

Clara scoffed, "I don't know, it'd make my job easier if all the men walked in with their cocks out." She giggled before picking up the registrar, "Right away dear. Sign your name here, and for your friend then just make yourselves at home."

Eglantine wrote her name before remembering she never got her ward's name. She looked at him, "I'm sorry, I was so eager to show you off to my friends, I forgot to ask your name."

The rabbit blushed, "I'm Mordecai, Lady? Excuse me, but you don't appear female."

She nodded, "Of course, mammals like you are used to seeing a honking great set of tits when you look at a woman, so when you see one like me who has no need for such a thing, it's like I'm invisible." She shook the many silver bangles that hung around her body. "I'd go topless if that would suit you, but that would not give a good impression about my country." She signed his name in. She led Mordecai by his leash, "Come along."

The bashful rabbit sat with the lady. He looked up when she passed a handkerchief to him.

She smirked, "Cover yourself with this at least, it's rude to be waving your cock in public. You'll draw undue attention to us."

He nodded and held the handkerchief over his crotch.

Just then, a pretty white mousette approached the rabbit, "My, usually a fella's got to be drunk before he loses his drawers." She looked at the indignant eagle woman, "May I touch your servant, Miss?"

Eglantine was about to speak when plates of fresh couscous and chicken were set before her and Mordecai.

Clara tugged on the mousette's ears, "Missy, what do I keep tellin' you about botherin' folk who don't wanna be bothered?"

The mouse pouted, "I thought that was part of my job anyway."

The cow spanked the mouse on her butt. "Get gone an' go bother some men with deep pockets, Honey."

Mordecai watched the mouse leave, his eyes on her butt as she walked away. The handkerchief he held tented.

Clara unabashedly touched the rabbit's erection, "I take it you don't see very many women, hon."

He blushed, "I've seen girls naked before."

Just then, an old cage elevator opened at the far end of this brothel's dining hall.

A tall male iguana stepped out, a similarly tall avian female clung to him. She traced his scaly neck with her long tongue and scratched his pectorals with her sharp talons before her eyes fell upon the eagle countess who stood before her. The vulture gasped "Eglantine, my dear, dear friend! Oh, I do wish you'd have called beforehand! Oh!" She promptly abandoned her reptilian beau and gathered the eagle up in a big hug.

The eagle laughed as soon as her friend had her arms around her, "Oh, Georgina, you're too kind! I would have sent word, but then I wouldn't have seen the surprise on your face just now."

The vulture smiled, "That's just like you." She saw the naked rabbit sitting nearby, "Oh my, is this one yours?"

Eglantine directed Mordecai to stand, "Yes, this is my new ward, Mordecai. You know me, always eager to help a young foundling in need, no matter their reasons. I'll explain his lack in clothing later, but first we need a warm place to stay for the night."

Georgina held a scaly hand to her breast, "I see, I am only too happy to offer my residence to you and Mordecai." She suddenly remembered, "Oh, and I have to introduce you to someone as well." She grabbed her iguana beau, "Eglantine, this is Don Juan Delgado. He's a very rich, extremely wealthy Don of his country. He was just visiting before, but we've been bitten by that old love bug since we've met." She leaned against the handsome iguana.

Don Juan chuckled, "Senorita Fioretta has been a most gracious hostess and lover since I have come to see her. I am pleased to meet you, Countess. She speaks of you often."

Eglantine nodded, "She should, we're practically sisters."

Georgina broke out of her dreamy state, "Oh, but what are we all doing here, when there's this pour young rabbit shivering naked in my lobby?" She led her friends directly back to the elevator she had just laugh, "Come on, come on, you both are my guests!"

Finally, Ezekiel, the slave master leaned his head back as he rode back towards his mansion deep in the heart of the forest.

A small wool-covered head bobbed in his lap as he admired himself in the mirror.

The weasel's toes curled as the 17 year-old ram pleasured him. His sensitive, 9-inch member glistened and throbbed as the ram's maw cradled it, tasted it.

The 36 yr-old male gripped the ram's horns and began to thrust against his personal slave's moist tongue. His balls were occasionally licked, suckled by the teen.

When he became bored of this foreplay, he yanked on his slave's horns and forced a kiss on him. The teen play-fought his master's tongue just as he knew the weasel liked it. Ezekiel pulled the teenager onto his lap and thrust his maleness against the ram's longer cock. Zeke buried his muzzle in the teen's pectoral muscles and breathed in the sheep's sweat while their cocks drooled over his bushy pubic fur. Pungent male juices mixed both young and mature in their crotch-fucking. Soon, Zeke had the teenager on his back as he bucked hard against the handsomer, prettier male beneath him. Their veiny pink cocks touched, their balls rubbed together, their cockslits nearly kissed. The ram snorted and threw his head back as he failed gloriously in his penile race against his master. Potent ram's milk shot from his tip and soiled his perfect tawny, brown chest. Ezekiel thrust especially hard against his slave then spread his own precious semen over the beautiful male in his arms. The slave master peppered kisses over his favorite boy toy, one whom he'd trained personally since lamb-hood.

They lay there until he had caught his breath. Ezekiel petted his slave and lapped the mixed semen that stained his abs. He continued to grind his malehood against the ram, not in the least bit tired. The weasel and ram were soon hard again and they kept going, they still had awhile before they got home.