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Dorian crossed his legs, thoughtfully observing his two clients in his office. He clicked his pen, thinking about what to add to the situation with the two Gators facing away from one another. They were a couple who had heard of him through one of their close friends, one of his former clients whose couple's life had taken a turn for the better.

But as he watched the two large Gators, both clothed to the nine with their shirts, white collars, and black slacks… He only thought of the route he should take to teach them how non-mammals and predators should live in society nowadays.

“Liam… Could you repeat what you told me during the last session?" asked the old Elephant, readjusting his glasses and cleaning them with a piece of fabric.

“John… I am tired of you always requiring more private time. I am exhausted after each day at work; I can't fuck you each night until 3 am! I have duties!" explained Liam, the smallest of the two and evidently the top. The Gator, barely in his thirties, much like his partner, was already showing signs of dropping libido. As for his partner, John, the opposite was there: his comportment wasn't… Surprising.

“Yes! But what can I do? I don't want to break our couple, but I am faithful. What is my reward? What do I get but frustration?"

Dorian sighed, noting the chosen words as he glanced away, through the windows and towards the massive buildings surrounding them.

Like any worker or therapist for the Preds Acclimatation Center, his office was located on the upper edges of the newest skyscraper in the downtown financial center. As expected, such a remarkable spot was to be followed by a classy attitude and furnishing: designer sofas, perfectly-polished tables, clean white walls with oversized paintings over them, and different sculptures that were supposed to represent concepts weighing on the shelves.

Even him, as an old Elephant, was to wear a classy attire. Little lorgnettes, tweed vest, clean shirt below with a necktie, slacks, all to sell the idea of a therapist. But he wasn't. And his bulging pants were the proof of it as he turned to the couple and tried to plaster a smile over his face.

“He is right, Liam," chimed in Dorian, leaning forward while he set aside the notebook and joined his hands. With his low and rumbly voice, he always managed to captivate his “clients" attention. “We understand you cannot maintain the rhythm as John desires. But a faithful and happy couple must have strong bases: collaboration, confidence, trust… And yes, sex."

“But we tried!" exploded Liam, the smallest Gator leaning, too, and cupping his muzzle with his hands. “I am just so tired, and John… John wants so much. We tried tantric, BDSM, toys, and indirect stimulation. I tried to improve my sleep schedule and to adapt my working hours. But John… John. You're insatiable."

“I-“

“Is this a critique, Liam?" asked Dorian, cutting off the second Reptile with a raised hand.

“… Maybe?"

“Liam. Remember. During this session, we are not here to point fingers. We are stating facts and feelings," started the Elephant, joining hands before his face. “We are all three here to find a way to improve your couple and your communication. Now… Have you both filled out the form my assistant gave you?"

“Yes, we did," started Liam, handing out the paper stating his identity, preferences, and desires for the therapy... as well as his length—6 inches. Someone was inflating the number.

Still, he was a typical Gator: working a desk job, looking for a stable life, few kinks… Typical predator material.

Dorian's tongue clicked in his mouth as he skimmed through the paper and extended another hand toward John.

“No cheating? No false information? You didn't read each other's forms?"

“No!" exclaimed John, offering his paper.

“No, we didn't," confirmed the second Gator, slightly red-faced.

However, Dorian didn't mind as he passed his black eyes over the second paper, which… Proved to be more interesting. Desk job, too… But that one was looking to spice up his sex life, 4 inches… And one detail: he had never tried any prey dicks.

Dorian's eyes opened wider, and a little chuckle came through him, his finger tapping his cheeks. He was in front of a couple, but John, that little slut of a Gator, was prime material for the acclimation.

Even now, he watched the Pred fidget in his seat, seemingly anxious under the Elephant's scrutiny. Was it the chuckle? Or perhaps he had something for Dorian?

“Well. From what we have already discussed and your forms… We will forego the usual steps of the therapy. You have already tried many suggestions my peers would give you. We might have to go for something stronger and unusual," began the Elephant, looking for the Gators' reaction. As expected, Liam scowled, whereas John was all ears.

Couple therapy was so tedious to handle, yet sometimes so rewarding… Difficult to navigate. But pleasing when he got what he desired. With a sigh, Dorian pulled a watch out of his pocket.

“Hypnosis? Are you serious?!" asked Liam, exploding.

“Very serious! This is a proven method for many predator couples. While most mammals and prey are unaffected, your focus on moving objects helps us use that therapy. Any objection?"

“Liam. Let's try this. What could we lose if it doesn't work?"

“Nothing. The government pays for all of your therapy. If it doesn't work, we will change to another method."

“Fine," relented the Gator, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I don't believe in that stuff."

“You won't have to believe," noted Dorian as the watch swayed heavily, held only by the golden chain. Tic… Toc. Tic. Toc.

The watch oscillated before the Preds, captivating their attention, gazes, and focus. Soon, their muzzles pointed towards the trinket as Dorian smiled.

“Good. Now, listen to my voice. Heed my instructions."

---

Dorian looked at the sky, glancing beyond the skyscrapers as clouds seemed to blanket everything. Dark, gray, and heavy with rain, they threatened the town, yet they were welcomed as the old Elephant departed from the view and approached the phone on his desk. He tapped two digits and waited… Waited for the call to go through. Finally, someone answered.

“Simone, let my next clients in," said Dorian merely. He received a raspy yes, and the call was cut just as briefly.

He wandered his office, watching the fake diplomas—everything that was there, even the little fridge every “therapist" in the office was bound to keep around. It had been a long time since he had opened it, and it excited him a bit, enough for his pants to bulge as someone knocked.

“Enter!"

For a minute, the Elephant waited for them to put down their belongings or hang their coat to sit before he turned and faced the two.

Liam and John. The latter beamed joyfully while the former seemed as frustrated- … less tired than before.

“My favorite Gator couple. How has life treated you?" he asked, wearing that pleasant smile.

“Great! I haven't felt so great!"

“I have been sleeping… Well," mumbled Liam, still a little reticent.

“Well? Oh. I hope your nights will turn out for the best. But well is an improvement!" chuckled the Elephant, clasping his hands together. “Let's verify everything together, shall we?"

With that same attitude, he gripped his notebook and sat before the couple, watching the distance between them—and how it had reduced.

“Liam… When you came here, you complained about how John's libido impacted your nights and your quality of life. Is this still true?"

“Com-," started the Gator before he exhaled while massaged by his husband. “Yes. I wasn't feeling great. My nights were short, and I was tired at work. But… It's better?"

“How do you feel today? On a scale from 1 to 10?"

“I'd say… Hmmm. 7."

“7," noted the Elephant, his little tufty tail swaying behind him. “Not best. But an improvement… What about you, John?"

With that, the Elephant turned to the slutty one, watching him cross his legs and act a bit restless? His tail wagged, too… And those green scales were a shade darker from the blood rushing to that face.

“You explained how your Libido was high, but Liam couldn't satisfy you. How you desired someone to spice up your nights and days. Is that still true?"

“Yes!" exploded the Gator, looking at his left… At the almost glazed-eyes Liam, who nodded along. “I mean. Yes. But I am feeling better now. Less excited, more satisfied."

“More satisfied?" asked Dorian, spreading his legs as he kept his notes. Blood rushed in his dick, making his pants tight and hard to wear. But… It was worth it.

Especially when he heard the shuffling from John approaching, watching the Gator go on all fours before him.

“May I?" asked John, half-slurring. He had that same glazed gaze that was so precious and delicious. One Dorian didn't tire to watch as he stroked the Pred's cheeks.

“Go on, sweety," he said with a sly grin.

Predators always had deft hands… Their claws were tools they learned to handle when they were young. Same as their tooth, making them meticulous in their tasks. John's movement remained delicate even with the former trimmed and the latter smoothened. Even when those glazed eyes were over Dorian's face and not his groin.

“Yes. More satisfied. Our nights with my husband are so much better… We tried BDSM again, and it was wonderful. I told him we should continue the therapy together and see where it would go," said the Gator, his voice crystal clear even as he pulled down the Elephant's pants and started to peel that stinky and drippy underwear.

“Is that true, Liam?" asked Dorian as he reclined. He even exhaled as he felt his stiff cock spring free from his underwear. A dark-gray mast near the base and pinkish towards the flared tip. A monstrous cock… A hard mast hiding away the Gator behind it, but John's regular sighs and gasps against the soft skin revealed how he was still under hypnosis and huffing the scent coming from that cock: piss, cum, sweat… And asses. Predator asses. Regulars.

“Yes. Our lifestyle has never been so great," nodded the other Predator, hands joined before him and holding a thoughtful pause. “John is right. We should continue the therapy."

“What a wonderful news," huffed the Elephant as he felt the Gator's tongue lick the base of his dick, where the fluids continually coalesced and stuck to. Within the folds between his dick and his scrotum, there were always remnants of his previous moments with his partners. Even if he cleaned himself between sessions, the aroma of cum clung to the leathery skin. And the Predator started to lick it, moaning and groaning while his hands went behind his back to masturbate by playing with his ass.

“I know how difficult your life has always been for you two… And I'll make sure you become your best selves," said Dorian, smiling as the lips progressed up and explored his hard shaft. After the teeth had been smoothened, Pred's mouth was among the best things for him. Especially reptiles, as their long muzzles could accommodate what no other could: he was hung, way too hung for many whores or partners. His sex life could have been ruined… And yet…

Yet, he had those wonderful sluts for him. One that was devoted to covering his hard and throbbing cock with kisses, laying his love all over the pinkish skin before it suckled on the tip like a hungry whelp.

“Thank you for helping us," said John with a grin, his eyes surely glimmering with that stupid joy as he suckled Dorian's hearty precum right from the wide urethra, gulping it down like any alcohol.

“This is… Agreeable," nodded along Liam, his mind offering a bit of resistance that suddenly disappeared when a loud [I]SNAP! [/I]Echoed within the room.

The Gators stopped. Their movements, their focus, even their mouth. Even Liam's tongue was stuck and resting on the Elephant's rigid mast, the throbbing dick about to explode as he directed it towards John's open guzzle.

“John. You won't hear anything that happens in the next fifteen minutes. Right now, you are too busy worshipping your husband with your hands. His new name is Dorian, and you must let him know… How a stud he is and how much you crave for it. When he's done, you'll cum in your pants like a good girl," chuckled the Elephant as he [I]Snapped[/I] again right by John's ear.

The tongue moved… Dripped, and then… A long lick started anew from the base of Dorian's cock right to his tip, ending with a warm sigh against his urethra.

“Hubby… Oh. I love your cock. I have been thinking about it all day. I want to suck it all day," moaned the Gator, his slurring voice continuing as his mouth danced… And then opened to encompass Dorian's dick.

With a huff, the Elephant reclined. His dick was loved, kissed, and sucked by that slut of a Reptile. Inside that mouth, the flesh was soft. More than that, it pressed on every side against his veiny shaft while it was ushered deeper against the soft insides.

It almost made Dorian forget about Liam… About the cuck. About the poor guy, he had decided to unleash his frustration on.

Right now, Dorian remained still. His eyes were glazed, and a bead of saliva had dripped from his open jaw on the carpeted ground. He was nothing but a puppet, a tool. Yet… It would be too easy if he made him give in from the moment.

“Liam… Tell me about your father." [I]Snap![/I]

“He hated me for being gay. He is a bigoted old man living in another country. He wants nothing to do with me," answered the Gator when another [I]snap[/I] occurred.

“Liam. You have always been a closeted Prey fucker. Your father hated you for being gay and loving prey dicks," suddenly added Dorian as he [I]snapped[/I] again. “Tell me about your father."

“He hated me. He didn't like it when… … I told him I was gay and into prey. He lives in another country, and he doesn't want anything from me."

“Again," [I]snapped[/I] the Elephant, twice.

“He hated me for loving Prey dicks. When I told him the truth, he hated me. Now, he is a bigoted Gator living in another country. He wants nothing from me."

“Good," chuckled the Elephant as he stroked John's muzzle, feeling his nostrils pushing against his hairy pubes… And huffing them.

“Liam. What is your relation with John?"

“He is my husband. We have been living together for the last seven years. We tried to get children since he is hermaphrodite, but it has never worked."

Dorian chuckled, listening to this… Then, he patted the head as he felt his climax rising and approaching, threatening his groin and mind. [I]Snap![/I]

“Liam. You have been living together for the last seven years. You have tried children, but you were never into this and are sterile. Your husband, John, is now looking for a better option. And to become the wife of someone else."

As he explained, the bobbing mouth picked in pace… And without waiting any further, the Elephant sighed as he busted his nuts into the Predator's mouth, filling it with that sticky and tacky semen. The slut gulped, swallowed, and stuffed his belly while the Elephant looked at the cuck and [I]snapped[/I].

“Repeat what I said."

---

“They're here? Should I send them in, Doctor?"

The voice came from the phone, the handset set aside, and the speakers turned on.

“Give them the forms to fill out. Also, what are they wearing today?" asked Dorian as he tapped against the fridge's side, thoughtful. One or two doses? Perhaps another cocktail, but he would have to ask a friend on the staff. His foot stomped on the carpet as he remembered the instructions and imagined the results.

“A suit for one. And… Hmm. A skirt with a blouse."

“Formal, still a progress," nodded the Elephant as he picked up two sets of vials and set them on the table.

For both, Lonidamine would be necessary, he thought… But beyond? Spironolactone seemed required, too. The first was to ensure they would not pass on genes, for the second… To make them more feminine. Perhaps the new treatment he'd been offered?

“Hmm. But there's a hermaphrodite… I'll have to check that," mouthed Dorian as he closed the fridge, picking up a third set of vials, “The solution" as it was called.

“What is that?"

“Simone. Leave a message for the endo'. I'll have a case to work with him," groaned the Elephant as he sat on his chair, taping against the desk.

“I pencil you in with him. What else?"

“Nothing… Tell them they can knock when they're finished."

“I'll tell them that. See you later."

“Later."

Dorian sighed as he cut the call, pressing the phone's button as he glanced outside. Today's weather was sunny and-

[I]Knock knock!

[/I]“Already?" he mumbled to himself, only to grunt and clear his throat. “Enter!"

And like a second sunshine, the couple arrived.

Liam and John. Both seemed happier, especially John, as he approached the doctor with quick steps to grab the Elephant's hands.

“Hello, doctor. Thank you, thank you again!" said the Reptile with a falsetto tone while his husband merely sat in his usual spot.

“Hah? Thank you? But I'm only doing my work. I see you've been feeling better," said the Elephant, readjusting his glass as he looked John up and down. Sure, the Gator still wore a vest and formal attire above. But that skirt and the long socks below were undeniably feminine. A skirt he shuffled when he sat on Dorian's lap, making the giant Elephant huff.

“We are. Liam has been so much more supportive of my changes recently. And we've been looking to open our couple to Prey men," explained John, bubbly while the Elephant tried to contain his excitation. He could feel the panties rubbing against his leg, as well as the weight of the Gator's genitals.

“One of our neighbors gently offered to take John off my hands whenever I'm too tired. But we have been thinking of something better," continued Liam, his hands going on his groin. His eyes were again glazed, but his voice wasn't slurring.

“Oh? What is that?" asked Dorian, finally daring to approach a finger closer to that bubbly ass, feeling the soft scales beneath his calloused digits and pressing it. It was a gamble…

“We want you to breed me, Doctor. If this is fine," mumbled John as his tail lifted to expose his swollen but clean asshole. Such a pinkish donut was hellish not to use… And right below appeared a tiny portion of that Gator's vulva.

For a moment, the Elephant seemed surprised. His jaw dropped, and his eyes opened wider. A feigned surprise as he looked at Liam then John, watching the two receptive Gators looking at him with anticipation. They were primed, they were ready… Or almost.

“Well," he mouthed, faking his baffled tone, “I am honored. But sadly… I am not into men. Your offer is generous, but I shall refuse."

“What if we become your wives?"

The offer didn't come from John, as expected… But from Liam as he too approached, putting a hand on Dorian's lap. A gentle caress followed by the cuck sitting on the lap, much like his lover, both tagging together. This… Was an unexpected development. Their programming had worked together beyond any expectation. And it made the Elephant almost burst into his pants as he looked at John on his right, then Liam on his left. And it was beneath the latter ass his cock formed a bulge in the pants.

“With that? Well, I am unable to resist!" he finally gave in, chuckling while he pressed one hand beneath that ass, lifting John's plump backside to slide a finger against that swollen asshole. He felt his thumb sucked in while his index explored the moist and dripping vulva, his fingers setting the panties aside.

On his leg, John already moaned and cried while his husband seemed to listen and… Caress his own bulge, watching the event unfold with genuine anticipation.

“Ahh. Thank you, Doctor. I thought it could be insulting if we did this. Not every Prey is into predators like us. Even more a couple," moaned the hermaphrodite, trembling while that pulsating and moist vulva was explored by the rough finger, its expansive hole stretched left and right.

“We should have broken the news to you… Correctly," added Liam, his scales red while he kept pushing and pressing his bulge.

“Do you have reticences on the manner in which John announced his request to a prey?" asked Dorian, using his other hand to explore Liam's backside, giving those plump cheeks a feel.

“No. John has every right to speak with prey how he… She likes," mumbled Liam, turning to the Elephant. “But if it impacts your work or the therapy."

Dorian chuckled, muffled his laughter and explosive jubilation as he removed his hands from the two Gators, both crying out loud. Particularly John.

“It doesn't. I prepared something for you on my desk before your arrival. I assumed John would one day ask for it, but your willingness to accept change is commendable, Liam," explained the Elephant as he motioned for the vials. Before he returned to the reptiles, he patted each head with his trunk.

“Well. Ladies," he said, making both blush. “Strip, the therapy needs it."

For a moment, Liam seemed to freeze. His eyes were glazed, his jaw wide open. But he finally nodded along, his fingers going over his vest, shirt, and pants. On the other side, John stood up and stripped, not waiting for any approval. The vest dropped, the shirt too. And when it was the turn for the skirt, Dorian barely managed to hold onto the sofa as he had two slutty and prepared Gators awaiting him. Desiring him. A reciprocated desire, yet marked by a different type of lust, he leaned over his chair to grab one of the vials. Not the first two, but the latter… The last, along with a syringue still in its clean package.

Without any wait, he peeled the packaging off with his teeth and threw it off his trunk. With the precision of a well-trained medic, he emptied the syringe and filled it with the blue product—one he showed to the Reptiles as he massaged his bulge.

“What... Is this?" asked John, his face flushed while he had his hand in front of his genitals. It barely hid that stiff cock he pushed down… Even less those low-swinging testicles.

As for Liam, he was silent. Silent, and oddly exposed with his bountiful belly, large taut testicles… And that silvery cock cage hiding away his precious manhood.

“This… Is the rule," explained Dorian as he leaned back… He patted both legs to make them sit back on his lap like before. “The government no longer authorizes relationship between Predators and Preys openly, unless the Predators is female… or fixed."

A year ago, the integration of that law had created many a conflict between preds and preys. Many couples would have been broken, the protestants said, and so on. But it was mainly a way for dominant predators to keep their holdings, their bitches they threatened with their natural strength.

In return… This. This was the solution.

“I-… I assumed this wouldn't be necessary," mouthed Liam, his head and gaze low, watching down his cock that was dripping.

“It is. I'm working for the government. This program has been made to help predators progress through this period of changes and improvements. This is a way to help you both."

“H-How?" stammered Liam, dripping like before but red in the face, his gaze glazed.

“When fixed, you are allowed to be with a prey without any fear. You get assigned housing or are allowed to stay with your lover. Everything is taken care of."

Well. Fixed preds didn't have to worry… If they were well-treated by their lovers. But Dorian always thought of himself as a kind man, even when he was the one who had repoed the fixed preds' possession with a signature.

“Liam… Take it," offered Dorian, extending the syringe to the Gator, who grabbed it like it was something about to explode. Then… Dorian grabbed John and pressed him against his chest. He forced the Predator to recline, to have his back against the Elephant's chest while those legs were spread… And a powerful hand slapped away the green one, forcing everyone to see it all. That cock, pink and hard, those testicles held tightly in that cream-colored scrotum. It was almost begging the Elephant, almost begging him to take the syringe and plant nuts with it…

Instead, he held them tight as the poor Gator writhed and moaned against him, his worthless cock spurted on that exposed belly.

“Use it… Target the left one first," said Dorian, watching the second Reptile hold onto the syringe. The fingers trembled, and the feet danced from one spot to another.

“Is this necessary?" mumbled Liam, a drop of saliva falling from the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, it is. You want it, too, John. You always desired it, right?"

John didn't answer with words but nodded. He nodded with an abashed expression, even when the trunk patted his head.

“This is expected, Liam. Do your duty… And fix your husband," said Dorian, a smile drawn on his face, his eyes darted at the Gator.

“NO!"

The shout cut through the relatively peaceful office as the Cuck tightly held onto the syringe.

“No?" asked Dorian.

“No! I- I don't want to do this! I don't want to hurt you!" slurred the Gator, droning as his tail swayed and his mouth stood ajar.

“You must do this!"

“No! Let-“

[I]SNAP!

[/I]With one hand, the Elephant stopped it all. The Gators, both, froze. John, against his body, stuck in an expression of surprise yet with lust. Liam, his expression of a terrorized Pred finally understanding the truth. Dorian hadn't been laying on it thick enough, not correcting the Cuck's behaviors.

“Liam. What do you think of the status of Preds in society?" asked Dorian, [I]snapping[/I].

“Predators should be respected and… Allowed to be with whoever they want," slurred the Gator, answering what he had been thinking all along.

To this, Dorian [I]snapped[/I]: “Liam. You always knew Preds are inferior and have been abusing their roles. It is only natural Preys take over. You want it."

And again, he [I]snapped[/I].

“Liam… What do you think of the Preds in society?"

“We… Have been abusing Preys for too long. It is justice we submit to their judgment and be dominated. I want it."

[I]Snap!

[/I]“What about the future of males Preds? What do you think of it?"

[I]Snap!

[/I]“They must be…."

[I]Snap!

[/I]“Males Preds should be neutered and learn to worship their betters."

[I]Snap!

[/I]“Males preds… Must be neutered and learn their places."

A grin spread across Dorain's face, a devious and large grin as he watched them both. Glassy eyes, empty expressions, awaiting commands and orders.

And he whispered… He whispered to his closest slut, right by the earhole.

“Liam will finally fix you. You have been waiting for it all your life. Nothing else could have satisfied you more than this," he said, stroking the Gator's inner thighs before he turned to Liam.

“You will do what is asked, Cuck. And fix your former husband. And you'll love this."

[I]Snap!

[/I]The Gators faced one another again. With a mere side glance, Dorian could see John's lustful expression. How he bit his lips, how his eyes went from his caged cock and heavy balls to his husband holding the syringe.

“Do it… Liam. I am ready," said John, a quiver in his voice when a blue droplet landed on the ground.

Everyone noticed it but Liam, Liam who looked at it and gulped, kneeling right by his husband. Right next to Dorian's bulging manhood beneath, rubbing against the green cheeks.

“I… I must neuter you, Honey," mumbled Liam, his breath onto the cream testicles. Especially the left one.

“I know, Liam. This is for the both of us."

“I… I will neuter you," continued Liam, his eyes red from the inner turmoil.

“The left one first, Liam," added Dorian as he watched the syringe get closer to the taut scrotum. Closer… Closer.

“Hrmphh!" the groan came faster than expected as the steel slipped beneath the scales and hit the orb right in the middle. The sluttiest Gator writhed a bit; his feet kicked the air while Dorian's firm grip kept those legs spread. He admired the work, admired how the slow plunge went: the blue liquid slipped… Went inside. Emptied within the gonad until.

“Stop!"

Half the dose had gone inside and disappeared within the John's left nut, which had swollen and would continue to swell. Under his touch, Dorian felt the swollen organ throb and heat up.

“Brave girl," he mused, kissing atop the writhing and crying Gator. The many Preds who had participated in the trials described the solution as agonizing and pleasing. It was an expected result when the chemical compound was corroding and eating the organ away, leaving it a husk of what it was: not dead but unable to perform its duties. One done.

“The right one, for John," encouraged Dorian as his digits went on the second testicle to pull on it, to press the scrotum until the Cuck had the perfect angle to stab the nut.

“It's… it's painful," mouthed Liam, his face red while precum dripped from his Lover's cock.

“It is… But he is loving every second of it, Cuck. Finish the work… He doesn't need them," continued Dorian, his brutal tone betraying his excitation. Watching Preds giving in to their basest instincts, going for the plunge, and wanting it. He had watched the porn, the videos… But living it himself felt as good as his first time.

Dorian nearly creamed his pants when he saw the syringe stab the second nut… And inject the liquid into it. Slowly… Carefully. But it was all the more pleasing when the second nut swelled before his eyes and went as big as the first one. Soon dead.

“Fuck… This is hot."

Dorian held his breath, unable to tell if it was the Cuck's words or his. They were on the same wavelength as he lifted John, barely heeding the pained moans coming from the slut.

“Go on, Cuck. Open my pants and prepare my cock; I wanna fuck your girl and knock her up," chuckled Dorian, waiting for his order to be answered.

One second. That's all it took from the recalcitrant Reptile to resist before he jumped on the Elephant's pants, undoing the fly and the button, pulling out the stinky and precum-smeared underwear. Even without ordering Liam to do so or preparing him… The Gator huffed the fabric. He sniffed it and took a long breath until his eyes rolled in their sockets. He continued, saliva dripping from his mouth until…

Until Liam pulled the underwear down, and Dorian's flat-tipped cock sprung to life, nearly hitting Liam's muzzle before it pushed against John's cheeks, slathering precum and sweat all over John and Liam's cheeks.

The latter would surely be red-faced, but his mouth still moved as ordered and went to kiss the length. Kiss it, lick it, prepare it. That broad tongue, not so talented, went over Dorian's right and left side, on the underside, on the median ring… And higher, making the large Elephant groan and huff while he held onto the writhing Slut in his arms, although the movement had stopped and left John panting, exhausted… And spewing his last drop of cum on his husband's back.

“How does it feel?"

“I- It burns," moaned John, closing his eyes and leaning back while his arms wrapped around the Elephant's neck… All the while, Dorian's trunk moved and poked around the Gator's erect cock, then to his testicles.

“Burns good?"

“Burns… Good. Th- Thank you for neutering me," mumbled John, his voice slurring as he exhaled and… Another spew of worthless cum went out and hit Liam's back.

“I plan to do more than that."

With that, Dorian shook his groin, shooing away Liam as he aligned John's plump pussy with his cock. It would be the first time that hermaphrodite would experience a natural stretch from an Elephant. But Predators were slut-born, made to be taken and abused. That's what Dorian thought the moment the labia closed on his cocktip and started to… Squeezed it. They pressed on and swallowed his length as he force-fed the wide organ.

“You're… Perfect, slut," chuckled Dorian, his trunk wrapping around John's dick to rub it and… yes. Stroke it. Like a toy.

“T-Thank you, sir," mumbled back John, his spread legs quivering and his toes curling when the cock pushed deeper within, more than a quarter going inside.

A delicious… Sensation shared by both. The Elephant enjoyed the firm squeeze over his cock. The insides were velvety and adapted, no different than the wives he had claimed or the toys he had ruined. He sighed, more than half his dick going inside while it bulged on the outside, outlined beneath the cream scales.

It was even better when he felt the Cuck's mouth kissing and licking his leathery balls, giving them the attention they deserved.

“Look at you… Liam," chuckled Dorian, stopping his progress as he felt he reached John's inner limits… That wall was there, to be ruined and claimed. But not yet. Not exactly, as his movement went low.

“What… Is there a problem?" mumbled Liam, his voice low. Almost too low to pick up with that head hidden between the thighs. If not for Dorian's wide ears.

“No. Isn't it beautiful? You neutered your husband and made sure you won't have any gators in the future. And he will be fucked by a prey. Aren't you ashamed?" asked Dorian, huffing while he lifted John. With his removal, a slew of pussy juice and precum landed on the cock, on the testicles, slathering them with stinky and tacky juices… And maybe a bit of Liam's muzzle, too, before Dorian dragged the Slut down on his cock, with much cry.

“No-," gulped Liam, maybe as he took a mouthful of those juices. “I… Am happy my husband has found a man… To please him… her."

“That's right… And you'll be there to watch as I impregnate her for the first time!" laughed Dorian, lifting John only to impale him on his cock… And shoot for the first time, and not the last.

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“Thank you, Doc'! You are such a help!" said the large Lion, his shaved mane making him look less threatening and masculine than before. He was another of Dorian's clients, another Pred who would be sacrificed on the altar of progress.

And that one was eager to give up everything as long as it meant finding true love. Not as a male, of course. Why would he be allowed to ruin precious lives with his wasteful genes?

Nonetheless, Dorian smiled and shook the offered hand before he closed the door once back inside. That was his last client of the day… Though his work wasn't done, he no longer had to listen to poor Predators trying to justify their worth and presence, or their complaints about the country's justice.

Without thinking, he turned on the TV screen near his desk, a small comfort he used and abused, and sat to complete his reports. Most clients had to be checked, and their progress was integrated into the government database. Those subjects to anger issues, unwilling to get fixed, or looking for equal rights were to be flagged.

The latter were the most difficult. Even in the news, he watched how another riot had occurred in one of the largest cities in the countryside, how a Prey residence had burned down after a fire had started in a ghetto.

The Riot was mostly of predators and sympathizers who thought the new restrictions on Predators were inching closer to slavery. Ah… Dorian wished it, as he finalized a dossier and went to the other. His earlier clients were criminals, all of them… All who had no idea of their strength and the abuse they inflicted on others. Most predators were like that… It was better, then, to fix them before they made any errors or mistakes.

Another dossier, another correction. And then… A call.

“Yes, Simone?" asked the Elephant, using his trunk to bring the headset to his ear while he kept typing.

“I am warning you I will leave for the day. But they are still waiting for you. What should I say to them?" she asked, her voice trembling.

“Tell them I have to continue for five more minutes," he said as he reached for his personal phone. The remote control application was still open, but everything had been turned to the minimum during his latest session… Which he corrected with a flick. “And don't worry about the mess."

A sigh came through the line, then a click, cut.

That was enough for Dorian as he returned to work, dutifully copying the information before he pressed the button “Send" and… Reclined. A good day at work. One that would end in a fanfare as he stood up, retrieved his vest, and stepped outside.

“Well… My beauties. What are you doing around? Who's your therapist? Come on, you can tell me."

Darryl. The Ox was as brutish as ever, still wearing his typical white shirt, white tie, and nearly nothing under his belt like now. The rules allowed it in public and official buildings like here for Preys. But Dorian wasn't one to adhere to that minimal dress code, especially when the Ox leaned and looked down at two precious specimens, flashing them.

Two Gators looked almost like sisters. They had black eyelashes, deep yellow gazes, long necks, wide shoulders, dark crop tops covering their lean forms, and short skirts, which they kept down with discrete touches while they listened to the Prey. Their movements were fidgety, and they tried not to look the Ox in the eyes, their heels clicking against the ground. From afar, one would assume it was from anticipation.

But Dorian knew best. Like he knew the left one's round belly was his doing. That, even if they wished, they couldn't speak as they had their mouth gagged by a dildo underneath their surgical masks… And their fidgety attitude wasn't linked to Darryl's presence by any means.

Still, Dorian cleared his throat as he approached, admiring the golden and happy gazes turning toward him.

“Hey, Dorian. Do you know those beauties? I have never met them."

“Yeah! I know them. Hands off, Darryl," said Dorian, putting a hand on the Ox's shoulders to set him aside while he checked on the couple. “They're my clients. Meet Joana and Lima."

“Oh… Clients? Or Clients clients?"

Dorian looked at the Reptiles, submissives, and barely holding onto themselves… Even the smell of their needs hung in the air as his trunk waved and he patted the Ox's shoulders.

“Clients clients. One of my most fervent and enjoyable clients. You can leave."

“Lucky bastard," huffed the Ox, chasing the hand away as he turned and stepped away, his tail swaying like it was about to chase something or someone. If he was angry, it wasn't the Elephant's problem.

Rather, Dorian's “problem" was in front of him as he clasped his hands together and smiled, watching the two Gators stand up with their skirts lowered. Each beauty went at his side as he passed a hand around their waists.

“Sorry for making you wait. Another worthless predator looked for my sympathy," he said, unashamed to speak his mind in the empty waiting room. His hands explored their sides while he led them toward the exit.

Without even checking, he knew their faces were red, and their excitation heightened as he belittled Preds and mocked them… He passed a hand lower, brushing their remade and plump cheeks. The scales had grown soft, but not the muscles that gave them such a callipygian ass. Then, his fingers slipped between them, beneath their tails, when they entered the lift.

“Hrmphh," they both moaned, yearned… And desired.

“Not yet, ladies," chuckled Dorian, watching the fluid drip from beneath their skirts. “Lima, parking floor."

The smallest of the Gators leaned and bent over, pressing that chest against the glass wall. All the while, Dorian's fingers explored their holes. Their assholes that had been fucked so thoroughly by preys, musk clung heavily to them. That and the cum he felt when he fished into one ass and hooked a line with his index before yanking it out. A vibrating egg, pink and linked to a tiny receiver. A perfect tool for the Elephant as he pulled it out of Joana's slitted's asshole to pass it to his other hand… And slipped it inside Lima. A push, a caress… And that egg was added to the second-hottest slut in the lift.

A little exchange he had been thinking about and did without shame as they descended, descended, and…

[I]Ding!

[/I]“Ah… Sorry. That one is busy," chuckled Dorian, facing the stranger. A harpy eagle whose feathers bristled from the sight as he had one hand deep within each slut, both moaning and nearly cumming under their panties. Ah, that couple was perfect, and their way of holding against the nearest bar and wall while keeping their skirt lowered was wondrous.

“I-… Hmm," coughed the bird, his eyes going from left to right. “I'll take the next one."

“It'll stink. Lima, if you may."

The door closed under the push, taking the unsightly predator away. Leaving Dorian as he watched the two Reptiles trying to cry, despite their masks.

“Have you been two good girls? How many did you get, today?"

The two Gators nodded, though their expressions broke apart, and more fluids pooled inside the lift. Their g-spots were so sensitive and swollen. Drugs and hormonal treatment had made them so sensitive a mere touch stole whimpers from the two sluts. And Dorian grinned. He had hoped for good results… And he got the best.

“Lima, you can remove your mask," said Dorian as they entered the parking spot with a whistling tune in his lips, two bitches at his arm.

He watched and admired how the Gator undid the straps and slowly pulled the medical mask. Saliva followed, dripping from his mouth, as attached to the mask was a dildo. An enormous dildo, looking closer to Dorian's dick than anything. The black shaft was slowly pulled and removed, with many gargles and slime. The bulging throat started to flatten and relax while removing the invasive object.

Finally, with a sigh and a teary moan, Lima pulled the dildo out and gasped for air. His naked gums were exposed to the air as he gasped, his tongue flailing and foretasting the situation. His lipstick, black as coal, was still sticking to his lips, but some of his mascara had dripped down.

“So… Lima. How many men fucked my wife?" asked Dorian, approaching his car and opening it in front of Joana, inviting her to peruse the backseat. The still-masked Gator acted shy but followed, sliding inside… And jumped when Dorian smacked that green ass on the way in.

“More than a dozen. Daddy," slurred Lima, massaging that throat. Despite looking feminine, the slut's voice was still as rough and heavy as before. Masculine, betraying who he was as much as what was under the skirt.

“Good girls. Let's get to the restaurant and meet with your families. I am sure they're happy about your progress."

Lima's scales turn redder, blushing. The Reptile still sat on the passenger seat with the legs spread while Dorian went on the driver's seat… And undid his belt. A routine.

“Are you comfy, Joana?" asked Dorian, watching his favorite broodwhore lying on her backside with the skirt lifted through the rearview mirror. Gone were the fancy clothes. They no longer covered the Gator's limp dicklet and tiny balls, both so tiny they'd be held between two fingers. And beyond was that ruined vulva, one so swollen and ruined it had to be kept plugged to maintain the eggs inside. One plug Dorian admired, watching the flat base jut out of the ruined hole.

Then, he went back to Lima as Joana nodded.

“Good. Where is the cash?"

Just as he asked, Dorian extended a hand towards the Cuck, who pulled it out of that purse to hand it to the Elephant. The bills for a whole day were enough to cover the elephant's monthly bills. Working with Preds was so lucrative…

And he smiled, watching Lima instinctively going for what mattered.

The Gator's deft fingers pried his half-hard shaft out of his underwear as he turned on the engine and pulled out of the spot, his trunk massaging the slut's nape. He stroked it while the bitch pulled his dick and started to suck. Without any teeth left, the soft gums were perfect for the Elephant: they squeezed his dick just the right way when they closed, their shape maintained by the jaw. Yet, everything was perfect for him to relax and recline in his seat while he drove by the streets, appreciating the moment.

“Ah… Girls, when you told me about your families… I was so happy," chuckled Dorian, glancing in the rearview mirror.

Joana was… Back, playing with her clit. Pierced with a golden ring and having an elephant-theme medallion hanging from it, her tiny love nub was constantly needy and filled with blood… Continually needing to be rubbed while the clients knew who owned her. Who owned those eggs rolling in those guts, soon to spawn children that would be handled by the government as required by the population control program.

“Enjoying yourself?" he asked, grinning. Which was answered by a moan when her drippy cunt and drippy cocklet sprayed in unison.

A wonderful sight. One he desired to share and expose, to reveal as he was about to marry them both.

To marry Joana, the hermaphrodite and pregnant slut.

And… Lima, choking on his now hard dick like a good whore. Without even ordering, Dorian found his dick swallowed up to the median ring with a velvety mouth bobbing up and down… Perfectly.

He would have closed his eyes if he wasn't driving. Instead, he focused on his feet's movements, keeping the drive steady as they rolled through the busy streets. One hand on the wheel, another on the cuck's waist, he slowly went down… He lifted that skirt and patted the bitch with his trunk. He passed a finger against that taint. He traced it with his fingers and found the silvery ring right by his fingertip. A silvery ring going through the slut's taut scrotum. He touched and caressed the scalie skin and met with the long scars going across before he tapped the leaking and drippy cage, enjoying the touch.

He tapped it, aware of how desensitized was the slut. Except… When he suddenly grabbed the bitch's enormous scrotum and squeezed. He squeezed the balls and flattened them in his grasp. He crushed them and rolled them in his palm and fingers. He pressed them until the scalie skin bit his palm and until it felt there was only the skin.

The gums pressed on; the muzzle dropped down to his groin. He sighed, heeding the gargling from his neutered pet, as he released the pressure, and the “balls" returned to their former shapes.

Followed the gums' release and the tongue stroking his veiny shaft, cleaning it of all the sweat that had been accumulating against the folds and his sheath. He released the tenderized scrotum and still stroked it… Before he squeezed it and Lima's muffled cries echoed in the vehicle.

Fake testicles.

They were a recent addition to the medical world. A cosmetic item Preds were eager to pay so they could still act as if they were men. Most only served as added weight, flattering the bitches' ego while their manhood dwindled. The richest would have them fitted with a hormonal drip so they could keep what remained of their manhood despite the government's orders. As for Lima? They were weight… Weight connected to his nervous system, making each squeeze painful. A version only proper race-traitors would dare to pay up.

[I]Knock knock!

[/I]With his hands still squeezing his bitch's nuts regularly, using them as nothing but stress balls, the Elephant hadn't noticed the traffic agent at his window. The monkey, an omnivore, was kinda of the fringe of the laws. Still, without waiting, Dorian moved his right hand to the wheel while he lowered the windows, facing the policeman.

“Hello. How can I help you?" asked the Therapist, his trunk still stroking and egging the Gator to continue sucking and choking despite the intervention… Oh, she was even tighter with those gums from the stress.

“You know this is illegal?" asked the Monkey, adjusting his cap. “Go park there. And I'll need your documents."

With an inner grin, the Elephant complied and rolled, cutting the engine right as the monkey reached his level again, extending his hand. One the Elephant filled with the vehicle's document and his ID while he reclined.

For a moment, in the instant's bliss, Dorian sighted. The Cuck's mouth was delightful, and without caring for the traffic, he couldn't ignore the need. His prostate was heating up, and so did his cocktip. The gums were dragging his skin up and down while the scalies fingers went over his nuts to rub them like they needed. And… He groaned.

“Oh. I'm sorry to bother you, sir. Have a good day," suddenly sputtered the Monkey as he returned both documents to Dorian, who grinned.

Provisioned breeders were only a recent addition, but he was one of them. Should he desire to fuck, he could do so anywhen and anywhere. Laws were inferior to the repopulation imperative and to correct the Preds and Preys balance by crushing the worthless.

“No problem. But I'll stay there… hrmph. The time I give my wife a good moment," chuckled Dorian as he sighed.

“Hrmphhh. Don't be too greedy, girl," he said, barely heeding the Policeman slipping away. “You want to take your dinner before we meet your parents, don't you?"

Dorian's trunk pushed the bitch to gargle and swallow his length. He stroked that nape and drew circles on the soft scales while his bitch's head bobbed up and down. Without any care for breathing, for those lungs, the Pred moved up and down at a frantic pace while that throat bulged obscenely… Even that gorge.

The whole vehicle's atmosphere reeked of need and sex, from the precum dripping all over Dorian's nuts to his own pheromones.

Musth was kind of a worst moment for him, but he handled it well… And rather innocently when he crushed what remained of the Gator's nuts with his hand. He forced the head down with his trunk and… Grunted.

His low voice filled the vehicle, silencing both muffled sluts and the sound of traffic as his trunk lifted and nearly hit the ceiling. His other hand went on the slut's head to keep it locked as he came. His cocktip discharged rope after rope into the velvety throat and right to Lima's stomach.

“Ah… yes, girl. That's your meal. Entire meal… For the night," he chuckled as the back of his head hit the headrest. His prostate clenched, and so did his lower belly, sending more of his spunk right into the sluttified Cuck. He pushed and even felt his scrotum tighten. And he continued, cumming… And cumming.

“Oh… Fuck. A whole day just for you. A good reward… For a Cuck," he continued, feeling his orgasm continue. He continued to torment those balls, squeezing them while the poor bitch was taken by quivers and jolts. Perhaps she was out of air and desperately gasp or tried to catch her breath. But those movements made her throat tighten and lead Dorian to higher reaches, to a higher orgasm… until he sighed. He sighed, his shoulders dropped, and he relaxed his grip on that nape.

“Breathe," he said. Ordered.

However, his bitch was quicker. Right when his hand was up, she lifted her head. Her throat relinquished the cock. Then, her uvula. Then, her mouth. Along the path, saliva and cockslope kept dripping and dropping from her jaw, landing on the Elephant's groin before she finally pulled everything out and gasped. Lima gasped.

The Gator's eyes were bloodshot, her make-up smeared. Even her mascara was a ruin over his face. Yet, Dorian didn't care, as he reclined and even had another shot depart from his widened urethra… one last droplet departed from his cock to land on his balls, slathering them with musky and steamy juice.

“T- Thank you, Daddy, for the meal," mumbled Lima, the voice croaky.

“Don't worry, I'll have another one for you once we get home," said the Elephant, patting his bitch's exposed and taut belly. The cum churned inside, enough of a meal to keep the Gator from being hungry for the last next few hours. Preds never needed to eat Prey; they only needed to get stuffed with cum and supplements to get all they needed.

“Lick me clean. And overdo it with the kisses. Your parents will see them."

With a swift movement, the Elephant turned on the engine anew and drove. His movements were more assertive, faster, less sluggish as they crossed through the streets.

The traffic soon cleared as they approached what was their goal, a rich and famous restaurant further south. Years ago, it had been a greasy spoon for Preds, but it had since become a luxurious place for all preys to enjoy… Especially Dorian as he jumped out of his car, handed the keys to a valet, and raised both arms. Both arms his loyal sluts grabbed with a slight but shameful grin as they were led inside.

They didn't know what awaited them. But the Elephant did as he grinned wholeheartedly to the receptionist.

“What's your reservation?"

“Dorian Hauser."

“Oh, sir. We have received your guests; they're already taken care of. As stated when you made the reservation," chuckled the Zebra while he extended an arm to beckon the three to follow.

“What did he mean?" asked Lima, holding onto the Elephant's arm as if it would help that slut fight back the need and the weakness of those legs. A bit different from Joana, whose gait was regal.

“My dear Cuck. This place offers the services of the most thorough breeders in town. Of course… Not upfront," chuckled the “Therapist" as he followed the Zebra deeper into the restaurant. Then, through a hidden door concealed by a folding screen.

Soon, the scent of sex pervaded and filled everyone's breath as the corridor led to a well-lit room. One just as decorated as the restaurant's front: clean tables, designer chairs, a fountain in the middle, and much more.

The sole detail was… The Reptiles.

With a glance, Dorian invited his sluts to sit at the table and pick up the menu, to see the vast choices of meals destined to preys while the sole page dedicated to preds listed different species of preys for their cum meals… And nothing more.

For a moment of joyful peace, Dorian watched his two sluts as they ordered, pointing at the species to their waiter. He ordered, too. Something heavy with a thick sauce. Then, he observed the waiter as he left… Following him as he moved right… Right where They were.

The Reptiles all set into rows, gagged and bound to pillories while the waiters were taking turns to fill them. Lima's mother was already stupid from the shock, while his father presented that same outraged attitude befitting his “son". As for Joanna, both were gone, their muffled screams completing the scene.

“Ah, my girls. That's what you wanted, right? Rejoice as a happy family?" asked Dorian with a sadistic chuckle as he watched his little sluts squirm from the sight. And slowly, the last one… The last male Gator around had his eyes widen.

Was he facing his son? Grimed and covered like a little whore? Crossdressed like a bitch?

Thoughts were surely racing through that thick skull. But Dorian didn't entertain them anymore as he snapped, and the waiters approached the “fathers," syringes in hands.

Lima fidgeted in her seat while Joanna watched with an interested gaze. But nobody looked as surprised as Lima's father when the syringe stuck and the old Gator screamed… His muffled cry mixed with the others from the joined family… And from the preds from the other pillories.

A symphony that made Dorian's smile grow wider and more deviant, his trunk swaying while he glanced at his bitches and patted their hands.

“We will be a big happy family, all together."