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The morning weather was as clement as always, though spray from the nearby waterfall added a little humidity to the otherwise still air. The small basin into which the cascade plunged frothed up into fluffy white, the stone ledges running along the river that bordered the camp glittering in the refracted light. If there were any fish, then Luke might have considered casting a net – but not only was normal aquatic life absent, but there were no swarms of breeding mosquitoes in areas where the waterflow slowed, nor any other insects, birds, or a single recognisable animal that might have lived comfortably in such an environment outside the mists.

That only Pals and Humans were permitted to exist here seemed to be yet another rule of the mysterious [Palpagos Islands], and the man had long since added it to the ever-growing list of such deductions that he'd built up inside his head. Well, he was pleased for the convenience of not needing to proof his camp against insects and other pests, at least. There was no excessive wind, no rainfall, or any sign of the changing of the seasons despite more than two months having passed since his arrival, with the [Plateau of Beginnings] seeming to be repeating endlessly the same brisk spring day, and he was thankful for the forgiving conditions; though the full moon that smiled down on him every night still felt distinctly unnatural.

Life in the [Palpagos Islands] had its share of limitations to be worked around, most prominent of all being that any creation of his devising that was not listed on the tablet that he'd found on the beach where he'd washed ashore held together for long, and his efforts to construct a sailing vessel had all come to naught. Just as there were no familiar creatures inside the mists, there were no Pals in the outside world either; and Luke imagined that even if he tried riding out on the back of a swimming Pal, they would probably be prevented by the mists somehow. He hoped it was just a barrier or some sort of compulsion, because the idea of a living creature falling to pieces like his boat and even his clothes had when he first arrived here was a gruesome one indeed.

Still, he was determined to make his escape despite these odds. There were technological marvels here ludicrous enough to be written off as quasi-magical, and he'd slowly become used to things like the teleportation monoliths and the strange extra-dimensional storage space governed by the tablet. If he continued his exploration and kept levelling up to unlock new features of the device, then he'd surely eventually trip over something that would help him get home. This was one optimistic goal that he wouldn't let his otherwise overly pragmatic nature get in the way of. If he did, he might fall into despair.

“Home, huh? I bet everyone thinks I died or something…" He leaned back on the small [Wooden Bench] he'd placed at the river's edge and sighed softly, muttering fragments of his thoughts into the rumble of the waterfall, “I can't imagine I'll still have a job waiting for me… I wonder if Sandra's wedding went off without a hitch… Nobody is gonna believe me when I tell my story…" His musings were quite mundane, and it surprised him how much he missed small comforts and conveniences, “That series I was watching is probably finished by now… I bet we lost in cricket again… Damn, I'd kill for a beer right now…"

That last one drew a slight hum from him, the thought lingering for a moment. Well, he didn't have anything that could be called beer per se, but he did have… “[Suspicious Juice]: Juice that improves mood when consumed. Drinking it greatly increases work speed for a period of time, but lowers SAN." Luke read the description from the inventory display of his tablet. Going off the effects, it sounded like spirits, and it smelt a little like rum, “But since it got dropped by the second [Lovander] that [Eikthyrdeer] drove away from the camp, I can't say that I trust it."

Everything about that specific Pal species seemed to have some sort of lewd twist, and it wouldn't surprise him at all if it turned out that the drink doubled as some sort of super-aphrodisiac. Still, he couldn't help but be a little curious. He'd seen it on the crafting list made available at his newly built [Medieval Medicine Workbench], and wouldn't mind at all stockpiling a little booze for his own enjoyment. He may as well enjoy himself while he was stuck here, and of course, he'd share it with the camp Pals as well.

His gaze drifted to the camp laid out behind him, and he mentally assessed the site he'd become quite proud of. Built into the cliffside and concealed by its shadow, he'd constructed a two-story wooden home for himself and his Pals, and spread out over the wider plateau over which his [Pal Box] gave him authority were areas for crafting and cooking, resource production, space for the little [Ranch] where [Cremis] usually dozed, and most importantly of all: a raised wooden platform near to the waterfall where he'd been able to situate a pair of [Hot Spring] style bathtubs.

He'd laid out the site with secrecy in mind, rather concerned that if there were other Humans present on the islands then there was no guarantee that they wouldn't be hostile to him, and thanks to the step-like cliffs leading up the rise patrolled by [Alpha Mammorest], discovery of his base by anyone approaching from that direction would be rather unlikely indeed. The excessively large Pal seemed docile enough, and Luke had made a habit of supplying their gentle sentry with tributes of cooked meat whenever he passed it by. Such thanks were just good manners, after all.

A touch of the tablet interface removed the [Suspicious Juice] from his storage for the bottle to materialise in his free hand, and he removed the stopper to give it another appraising sniff, “Yeah… the colour is wrong, but it smells like rum…" If ever there was a time to give it a try, today was probably it. He'd been working hard lately to raise his level and expand the area of his exploration, his journey having taken him over much of the eastern side of the [Windswept Hills], and allowed him a full survey of [Marsh Island]. It had given him quite the stockpile of vital materials, and with a portion of their reserve ingredients on the verge of going bad, he'd cooked up a storm with the help of [Foxparks] to amass an abundance of completed meals. Feeling himself ahead of his tasks at last, today was the first rest day of sorts that he'd allowed himself.

Naturally, he'd let the Pals take the day off as well, and it was quite entertaining to watch them play around. [Alpha Chillet] was making a game of bothering the ever-dutiful [Direhowl] and [Eikthyrdeer] on their patrol of the camp perimeter. [Cremis] was paddling around in one of the [Hot Spring]s, and the presence of [Foxparks] in the other had set the water to near-boiling with her natural flames. [Lovander] and [Tombat] were conspicuously absent – the former probably planning some depravity or another, and the latter likely setting up her next prank. And as for [Leezpunk], he was currently kneeling between his Master's legs, a dreamy expression writ across his face while he sucked the cock that owned him.

Luke was a little worried that he'd grown a bit too used to these familiar pleasures, having entertained himself with his idle thoughts for so long despite the rather spirited efforts of the hoodie-wearing lizard worshipfully nuzzling against his shaft. His libido had grown to the point that it was now quite difficult for a single Pal to satisfy him without collapsing partway through, his sexual characteristics heightened to the extreme by some combination of [Lovander] pheromones and the status enhancements that levelling up had brought him through the tablet. Well, that was his assumption anyway, for everyone else in the camp was just as exposed to the lust-invoking pheromones, while he was the only one that had turned so rapacious. Perhaps Humans were just uniquely susceptible?

In order to meet the needs of his vastly increased sex-drive, scenes such as this had become somewhat commonplace – though despite the normalcy of it all, [Leezpunk] still seemed to melt when subjected to the degradation of public sex. As if to reinforce that thought, the little lizard moaned around his Master's cock, whimpering as he bucked his hips into the air impotently and divested his seed into the grass in thin ropes of vulgar white. Was that his second untouched orgasm, or his third? Luke hadn't really been paying attention. The scent of male submission reached him briefly before the spray of the waterfall whirled it away, and he spared a glance down for the mess that had accumulated beneath the bench.

The floor is precisely where the seed of submissive males belonged.

At first, Luke had felt quite the amount of pride that he could invoke such states of arousal in the Pals that had offered themselves to him that he could make them orgasm just from sucking his cock, but these days such a thing was just… normal. It felt only natural that [Tombat] would climax so hard from the taste of his cum that one time she'd actually pissed herself. Or that [Cremis] would subconsciously raise his tail at nothing but the sound of his approach. At the very least, Luke wanted to live up to the carnal expectations of the four Pals that were mating with him, and that meant giving his all in adapting to their tastes.

It was going to make leaving them behind one day difficult indeed, especially considering how… clingy… some of them had gotten lately. Well, the least he could do to reward their devotion was to make his time together with them as enjoyable as possible! He couldn't imagine that any of them had any real romantic feelings for him – they were all just burning off the lust forced on them all by [Lovander]'s pheromones, and he should be grateful that as the one most severely affected by them, they were banding together to take such good care of him.

Still, a lovey-dovey harem of Pal companions wouldn't be so bad. The thought of it had his cock throb to the fantasy as the worshipful [Leezpunk] continued to suckle at him. Thinking about it, if he ended up that tightly bound to the Pals, then he'd probably give up on escaping the [Palpagos Islands] completely. It was almost a shame that none of them were interested in him that way…

That was enough of such wishful thinking! Luke scoffed at the conceited idea of the affection that he'd been enjoying lately being any more meaningful than the natural closeness of those that engaged in carnal affairs together, and in an effort to dispel that line of thought he finally brought the [Suspicious Juice] to his lips and took an experimental sip. “Not bad…" In defiance of its emerald hue, the drink was sweet and viscous as honey, bearing the scent and aftertaste of strong rum but lacking the astringency of potent alcohol. The familiar heat of good booze settled in Luke's stomach, and then came a light tingling in his extremities as the spreading warmth of his core cascaded outwards.

His arousal surged, confirming his suspicions that the beverage was just as corrupt as anything else that the lewd [Lovander] species was involved in, but this invocation of lust was no stronger than the abundance of pheromones that already inundated his [Shoddy Bed]. The moreish sweetness encouraged him to take another sip, and the slight spray of the nearby waterfall became increasingly delightful against the exposed skin at his neck and crotch where he'd allowed his [Cloth Outfit] to drape open. Wonderful. It would be easy to mistake the [Palpagos Islands] for paradise when he'd such a fine beverage on hand, wonderful view of nature before his eyes, and the reverent maw of an exotic creature lapping the precum from the head of his maleness as if his essence was nectar every bit as sweet as the [Suspicious Juice].

An orgasm of his own was drawing near, but there was no need to give [Leezpunk] any warning of it. The little lizard had been completely amateurish in his oral only a week ago, but was now quite the well-practiced cocksucker. The colouration of his scaled cheeks had intensified in a prideful blush, his claws softly pressing into Luke's thighs for purchase, and at the final moment of climax he pulled away completely to open his maw wide to catch the thick ropes of vulgar seed that erupted from his Master's cock. It was futile, of course – the majority of an unnaturally messy orgasm ending up over his face and staining his hoodie, but that seemed to be the intention from the start.

[Leezpunk] swished his tongue about the inside of his mouth, collecting the precious essence that had accumulated there and upon his lips so that he could show the pearly white to his Master. He then tilted up his head and swallowed, making sure that the movement of his throat was visible, smacking his chops and then showing off the emptiness of his maw before returning it to lavishing the cock that owned him. His thoughts were a little muddled, but constant practice had made the motion almost instinctive for him now, his undertail twitching to clamp down on nothing as his own inferior little Pal cock climaxed beneath him to the pleasure of service alone.

No, not just service. His Master was properly making use of him, demanding the worship of his cock – and demanding it in the open where every Pal of the camp could see him. Normally he would be ordering them around as the Human's proxy while he was out hunting and exploring, but now [Leezpunk] had been dragged down into the position of a whore, a worshipful cumdump to suck on his Master's cock while the Human organised his inventory and reflected on his journey. They were watching him. [Cremis] looked jealous, and [Foxparks] murderous, the combination of shame and pride that their gazes invoked making him squirm pathetically. This is what he was hatched for, and the depth of his resolve was so evident from the joyous expression writ across his face that distant [Eikthyrdeer] cringed at the sight of it.

The patrolling trio of Pals had cast the occasional furtive glance to the pair, but had stopped in their tracks completely to watch the little lizard have his face painted, [Direhowl] snorting in amusement, “Well, his tune has certainly changed. Yes. I think that level of devotion to the alpha male is the bare minimum that should be expected of us. Though it is a waste for the superior seed of our Master to be used for anything other than breeding, it is his right to mark the lesser males as his playthings. They must be taught their place thoroughly, until submission is engraved into their souls." Her tone was as aloof as ever, the large canine resuming the path of their patrol, “Do you not agree, [Eikthyrdeer]?"

The large cervine tossed her head, taking a deep breath to sublimate what had briefly been quite a frantic expression, “You know that I do not." She huffed, “Please don't act like [Lovander]. I hate perverted things…" Her voice was subdued, almost exhausted, “It's all wrong…"

[Direhowl] shook her head, “Nonsense. Master is the alpha male. I suppose to prey Pals like you, that would be leader of the herd?" She padded forward, haughtily addressing the grassy decline of their patrol, turned away from the other two, “We belong to him. His orders are absolute. We work in the camp for him, serve as mounts, raise our tails on demand – and we exterminate his enemies without mercy." The look in her eyes was almost fanatical, “Ah, yes. Any Pal too foolish to comprehend Master's greatness deserves nothing less than complete annihilation! How I long to tear out and devour the heart of the next enemy that dares to bare their fangs at him!"

A passing [Cattiva] picking [Red Berries] from a nearby bush mewled in terror and sprinted away as fast as their legs could carry them, the sight seeming to greatly amuse [Direhowl] who cackled with glee. [Eikthyrdeer] only shook her head again, her broken antler whistling in the wind, “We must protect the herd, yes. But… Master is sweet and kind and just! We should not be trying to appeal to him in such an unwholesome way!"

“What sort of Pal are you? Power is absolute, and nobody has greater sway over us than our Master. If mating with us is his proclivity, then it is only proper for us to offer ourselves up; his possession of our everything is the natural order of things. That is the privilege of the alpha male." She gave a small harrumph, “If you withhold your heart from him, then you shall surely become an outcast. You are indeed a fool. But that is to be expected of a prey species."

Her heart? Lewd though the canine was being, that was a thought far removed from the sort of thing that [Lovander] would say, “I do not care what you think of me. I shall protect Master and the herd in my own way." She stamped her hoof, highlighting her resolve, and then sniped, “I wish you would pick a lane. You speak of complete submission to the leader, and then dare to speak of the heart?"

“They are one and the same, are they not?" [Direhowl] paused, finally turning around to fix [Eikthyrdeer] with a look of pity, she elaborated, “Let me be clear: I do not believe in [Lovander]'s idiocy. Does she imagine that we shall all offer ourselves to our alpha male for mating that has no meaning beyond pleasure? That her species can see nothing but debauchery in sex has always baffled me. My loyalty is complete. My devotion is absolute. Master shall have my fangs for his enemies, my back for his saddle, my spade for his pleasure, my womb for his offspring – and my heart as well. Everything. All of me. Down to my bones. No, down to my soul. My love was his right from the moment that he claimed me as his own."

“I love Master, too!" [Alpha Chillet] finally burst into the conversation before the dumbfounded doe could respond, his upper body jiggling wildly in glee, “And I love Miss [Direhowl], and Miss [Eikthyrdeer], and everyone else in the camp, too! And I love [Lamball Kebab]s! And I love [Grilled Chickipi]! And I love my [Straw Pal Bed]! And I love-"

The wolfess growled slightly, “Stay back as you promised. I hate the cold." And then she continued as the ice dragon hopped away, still reeling off his favourite things, “Everyone is anchored by Master. Have you not noticed how [Leezpunk] melts when Master praises him? Those longing looks that [Tombat] shoots after him when he passes? Do you know, that weakling [Cremis] even asked me to teach him how to fight?" She shook her head, amused, “'I've always belonged to someone', he says, 'but Master is the only one that has ever made me feel valuable'. And you would call such a thing unwholesome? Your aversion to mating has left you twisted. Get over yourself."

Perhaps sensing that [Eikthyrdeer] was about to erupt, [Alpha Chillet] again bounded forward, “Miss [Direhowl]! Please don't be mean to Miss [Eikthyrdeer]! She's not twisted, she's just right!" His jovial nature diffused the tension slightly as he placed himself between them, “If Miss [Eikthyrdeer] doesn't want to mate with Master, then I'll mate with Master twice! Then it's all even, right? I don't mind! Mating is fun! I'm not very good at it though – so Miss [Lovander] has been teaching me…"

Cheeks burning with the shame of being protected by this innocent creature, [Eikthyrdeer] looked away, “I am not twisted. I have seen firsthand how pleasure can corrupt the leader of a herd, and I do not wish to see our Master become so foul." She took a breath, and the look in her eyes became distant. Whatever she recalled, it was enough to have the doe lower her head in desperation, “Please, [Direhowl]. Help me put a stop to [Lovander]'s debauchery! We can still end this together!"

“How shameless!" The wolfess scoffed, “That you have so little belief in your 'sweet and kind and just' Master that you imagine the likes of that whore could corrupt him. Have you no faith?" Her expression darkened at the perceived disloyalty, “If it were possible for me to harm a fellow Tame Pal… I would rip out your guts and leave you to die on the hillside for such hypocrisy." [Direhowl] filled her voice with venom, her throat rumbling with the words, “I hope [Lovander] rapes you until your mind snaps and you become insane."

“Did someone call for me?" An unlikely rescuer sashayed over from the main building of the camp, the pink lizard seemingly summoned by the final utterance of her name. [Eikthyrdeer] was trembling with rage, [Alpha Chillet] looked like he was about to burst into tears, and the murderous [Direhowl]'s growling was met with a bop of the nose by the mincing newcomer. It instantly turned her ire to the lewd reptile, but [Lovander] was quick to meet it, “I thought I'd found a kindred spirit, but that pack mentality is a hard thing to shake, isn't it? Oh, well. A good enough mating from Master, and all of those heavy thoughts can be washed away with pleasure!"

She smiled, her light-heartedness making mockery of the serious argument, “Yes, we'll see about making you into a good little lapdog! Loyalty is expected, but this obsession of yours is far too serious! Aren't you a little too violent?" This time [Direhowl] evaded the disciplinary nose-bop, “You know, there is a place for everyone inside my lewd utopia. The paradise of debauchery that I'm going to deliver to Master, filled with Pal whores, every last one a delicious treat for him to devour…" She licked her lips, “Of course, that means there is a place for [Eikthyrdeer], too. If you threaten her like that again, then I promise you, you will regret it. Nothing shall stand in my way of my depraved fantasy!"

[Direhowl] bared her fangs, but with no way to bring her strength to bear against allies, she instead gave a particularly aloof harrumph, “This ridiculous posturing serves nobody. Come, [Alpha Chillet]. We still have the cliffside to patrol." And she set off with the bounding frost noodle in her wake, her companion sparing the doe an apologetic look as he fell in line behind the wolf, “Not so close! You're too cold!"

“That wasn't necessary. I won't thank you." [Eikthrdeer] huffed, looking away from the pink lizard as she gathered herself. Being rescued by her enemy was the ultimate disgrace, and she ground her teeth together as she summoned up a little venom, “What are you even doing here? Were you spying on us?"

“Yes." The tall Pal answered smugly, delighted to undercut the doe before she could even begin to build up a head of steam, “You were having an interesting conversation, so I stopped to listen for a while. How else am I going to figure out the best way to have you all submit to Master?" [Lovander] cackled, “I've got plans in mind for the others already, so you're the only real mystery left for me. I still haven't quite figured out how I'll have you fall yet." She shrugged, looking to be quite enjoying herself, “Oh, I can't wait to watch you surrender completely to superior Human cock. I bet you'll make the most adorable noises when Master fondles those cute little crotch-tits of yours and fucks a big load of cum into your womb."

“I won't let you have your way!" [Eikthyrdeer] stamped her hooves, squaring off against the lewd lizard. Strangely, this familiar fight put her at ease, dispelling any lingering threat left behind from her confrontation with [Direhowl], “I won't let you corrupt Master! I'll bring everyone back to their senses, and we'll work together to convince him to stay! Even if I have to fight all on my own!"

[Lovander] clapped her hands together, beaming, “Yes! That's the spirit! If you weren't so resistant, then my fantasy of making you the most broken and subservient whore of all wouldn't arouse me even half as much! I cannot wait to shape you into a slut befitting of Master's tastes! Perhaps you will make up with the wolf after she's eaten a load of Master's cum right out of your second-rate little cunt? Or will you be the one with your nose buried in that swollen spade of hers?" She gave a happy sigh, and then turned her back on the snarling deer, “Now, if you'll excuse me. There's some fun to be had over by the waterfall…"

The pink lizard stalked off without giving any more chances for a rebuttal, though from the moment that she turned her back on the incredulous [Eikthyrdeer], her smile faded, and her expression twisted into one of fury. It was a face that she would never let any of them see, an ugly grimace that betrayed her darkened mood. How dare that mangy mutt threaten one of her Master's future playthings!? That aloof bitch! Impossible though violence may be between tamed Pals, if she somehow managed to lay so much as a single claw on any of her friends, then [Lovander] would-

Shock passed through the strutting Pal cold and sudden enough to bring her to a halt.

Friends? What a ludicrous thing to think, even by mistake! [Eikthyrdeer] was her enemy, and there was no Pal in the camp that she would ever admit to being a friend. She didn't care about any of them! Not the doe, and especially not the Human! The idea of a [Lovander] becoming attached to anyone was ridiculous. Nothing mattered but pleasure. She didn't like the other Pals, she was just enjoying herself manipulating them. Her Master was a worthy partner in pleasure, but she couldn't say that she had any feelings for him – she simply endured his affection. No, not just endured, she hated every second of it! She especially despised those wholesome cuddles he would drag her into after mating! She absolutely did not find herself looking forward to them. The strange feelings she had been having lately were probably just indigestion or something.

She shook her head, determined to eradicate that line of thought from her mind before it snowballed enough for her to begin brooding. Nobody liked a moody slut. A good hard fuck would put her heart at ease, and the ministrations of [Leezpunk] would barely have put a dent in their Master's sexual stamina, however good at sucking cock he'd become over this last week of hard practice. Training him had been a lewd delight, and [Lovander] had some measure of pride for how far he had come. Of course, she was only pleased because he had been better moulded into a whore for her debauched utopia – she definitely wasn't just glad to see him looking so fulfilled. His bliss was nothing but an afterthought. He was only a bit player in her fantasy, a mere prop, just like the other two. It wasn't like she'd come to actually like the pedantic little lizard. She wasn't happy for him. She was just… appropriately smug!

Having managed to successfully convince herself, for now at least, she approached her Master and took a seat beside him on the [Wooden Bench], the man greeting her with a smile that she couldn't help but return despite her tumultuous thoughts. His exhalation had upon it the scent of [Suspicious Juice], and the depleted vessel in his hand eroded into dust before his bemused gaze. There was no 'empty bottle' item on the tablet, after all – so of course it was not allowed to exist. She smirked, quite used to such phenomena herself, “Oh, Master… the whole thing is a bit much for a Human, you know?"

[Leezpunk] had become quite languid in his attentions, having reached the limits of his stamina some time ago, he now suckled affectionately with a melted look about him. His face and hoodie were stained with streaks of white, his own spent cock just barely peeking from his slit in a state of half-arousal with his inferior seed lining the grass below them. His muffled complaint was scarcely comprehensible as she pushed him away from their Master's shaft, leaning over from the side to take his place as she engulfed the length in her ravenous maw, and placed his hand upon the back of her head, precisely where it should be.

Luke had gotten a little carried away with the sweet liquor, his mental state having reached the pleasant buzz that preceded drunkenness, the sensation tempered by the heightened arousal that the drink had forced on him. [Lovander] was certainly a welcome presence, and so was the placement of his hand in its usual spot. She liked when he was rough with her, and every time that they mated it was as if she was presenting him with a challenge, a demand that she be fucked into subservience. [Tombat] wanted punishment, [Cremis] to be used, [Leezpunk] to serve – but [Lovander], she always came to fight. And if he was being perfectly honest, he quite enjoyed the game that they were playing. Especially when the reward was a cuddle in which he could nestle his head between the softness of her mane-concealed breasts!

Discipline that made pranks worthwhile. The security of having a place to belong. Validation and praise in purpose. He'd come to know those three Pals well enough to make sure that they were fulfilled – but [Lovander] still remained a mystery to him in many ways. There was more to her than pleasure, he knew that for sure. One day, he'd figure out what it was that would make her happy, as well – as the one that was taking the lead in accommodating his lust, ensuring her fulfilment was the least that he could do. Perhaps there was a clue in the guilty look of satisfaction she wore when he dragged her into intimacy? He'd think about it more when his thoughts were less muddled. For now, Luke settled for seizing the back of her head and thrusting upwards into her long muzzle, her tongue wrapping around his cock and drooling into his crotch as he fucked her maw.

Even more vigorous than usual. [Lovander] moaned around his cock as he wrested control of her movements from her, but after drinking down the [Suspicious Juice], that was only to be expected. She'd a much larger muzzle than [Leezpunk], and it allowed her to be infinitely more attentive, the coiling of her tongue about his length a lascivious worship. She was determined to be the Pal that would exhaust him, the monster of her own making with a bottomless lust – daily sex, the abundance of pheromones, and the levels that he had gained, they all combined to mould her Master into precisely the man that she was hoping for him to become.

Yet, her pride would not allow her to give even an inch. What sort of self-respecting [Lovander] would simply roll over and spread her legs like a lovestruck maiden? If she wanted cock, then she would tackle her Master to the ground and take it! And if he wanted to be on top, then he had better be ready to wrestle her into place and fuck her until she surrendered! Their dominant sexual proclivities would forever clash, and there was no other way that she would rather have it.

No matter how alluring the taboo of surrender was. No matter how much the idea of indulging the intimacy that was so wrong for a [Lovander] to contemplate made her womb itch. No matter how tantalising the thought of submission. Actually… maybe it wouldn't be so bad if just once, she-

Thankfully, she got no further in that thought before the familiar taste of her Master's essence spilled into her maw, her cheeks bulging with thick Human cream as he dragged her down into his crotch to deliver his orgasm into her needy mouth. Her ribbon-like tails fluttered behind her, her eyes half-closing in bliss as her senses were overwhelmed by the masculine taste and scent of her Master. He dragged her head from his lap, tilting her face upwards, and instinct bid that she show him precisely what he wanted to see.

Just like [Leezpunk], she opened her maw to show the excessive mess of his orgasm. The pink lizard made careful eye contact, closing her mouth and making sure he could see the bob of her throat when she swallowed. And then she displayed the result. She knew that he liked this particular display, and had made sure to teach it to all of the other lewd Pals. Since their Master was making such efforts to indulge their tastes, it was only right that they offer him the same.

Her cunt twitched, the maebari against it inundated with a sopping mess. [Lovander] hadn't even noticed her own orgasm, so caught up in guzzling the seed of her Master that she'd built herself to climax without even realising it. She nuzzled into his cock with a whorish moan, her pussy feeling desolate in its emptiness, yet she couldn't drag her face away from him, breathing deep the lewd scent of his maleness, and licking it clean of the last dregs of his essence.

A whine from below distracted her, [Leezpunk] still laid out flat on his back and looking devastated that his position had been taken over. With a smug grin, she peeled the maebari from her cunt, the heart-shaped pseudo-garment parting from her femininity with thick strings of femcum – she cast it down to the smaller lizard for it to land against his thigh with a lewd splat. Though it lingered there for only an instant before [Leezpunk] had grabbed it, brought it to his face, and began to huff the pheromones of her sex to renew his meagre erection. Watching the masturbation that accompanied his breathing in of her cast-off covering was such a delectably pathetic sight, and one that she soon blocked from her Master as she manoeuvred herself into his lap.

[Lovander] was much larger than the Human, though she imagined that he would be grateful that the difference in their size ensured that his head was level with her mane-concealed breasts. Her human-like cunt traced against his cock, her legs squeezing around him and her hands falling to his shoulders. Though, rather than go for her chest, her Master chose to embrace her instead, turning what would have been a vigorous riding of his shaft into an intimate cuddle-fuck.

She howled as his cock slipped into her, “Noooo!" But she couldn't help her own arms drawing lower to tightly return the hug in the heat of the moment, her hips sliding back and forth as he stirred up her insides. [Lovander] muffled her voice, “Fuck – it's not supposed to be like this! Not again!" She hissed into his ear in words of the Pal language he had no way of understanding, “How dare you do this to me!"

A shameful pleasure assailed her. Of course, to those Pals watching, she could still pass this off as a grapple, some fight for dominance in which she was wrestled into his lap to wring his cock dry within her needy pussy. Yes, this was a position that was only mildly objectionable. The source of her shame and fury was the feeling that the embrace brought to her chest. A despicably wholesome warmth.

Determined to wipe it all away with pleasure, she rocked her hips desperately, her excessively wet cunt squeezing in time to a rapidly achieved climax as femcum soaked the parted [Cloth Outfit] at his waist. Her moan was an exaggerated wail, a whorish scream of wanton desire that faded into the shlicking sound of a well-fucked pussy, “I'll show you… I'll drown you in Pal whores… Don't think I shall ever submit!"

He had nuzzled into her mane and found one of her breasts, biting roughly at the stiffened nipple and then suckling in a manner that forced her back to arch with the shock of his lewd initiative. Luke grinned into the soft flesh of her chest, pleased with how reactive she was to his ministrations. Of all of the Pals, it was [Lovander] that most rewarded his desires with such reactions, so over-the top in their whorish appeal that for a time he'd thought that she was putting them on. It was only right for a creature of pleasure to be so responsive to it, and he wasted no time lowering the binding of his embrace to her midriff and thighs, dragging her back and forth into a rhythmic fuck.

The sound of her moans above him was such wonderful validation, and the panting of the masturbating [Leezpunk] that was their audience proved just as encouraging. Sex with [Lovander] was always a battle, and Luke could give nothing less than his best every time, “You always act so high and mighty, holding down the other Pals for me to fuck, presenting me with all of this pleasure, like you're above it all…" He gave himself over to the pleasant buzz of his drink, “It's what makes conquering you over and over so much fun… How many times am I going to have to fuck you into submission for you to stay submissive for good?"

He wrestled control of the pace, rocking the pair off the [Wooden Bench] to throw down the large pink lizard onto her back beside it, narrowly missing [Leezpunk]. For a moment, her hands drifted naturally down to hold her legs spread, but pride interfered in time to stop her. No. That he would work for. Instead, she chose to lewdly grope at her own chest as the Human leaned back to leer down victoriously, seizing her by the ankles as he began to fuck her with deep, womb-plundering thrusts.

“Yes… that's the voracious beast that I want to see!" She moaned for the camp, delighted in how rapaciously her Master was indulging his desires, “Fuck me! Show them all that I'm your favourite whore!"

A splashing sound and a brief wave of heat announced the departure of [Foxparks] from the nearby [Hot Spring], the little vixen clearly unable to tolerate being in the vicinity of such debauched outcries, “Yes! Fuck your males into ruined sluts! Show them that their pathetic little cocks are nothing but ornaments! Knock up your females! We're all breeding stock for our Master! Let me give you my debauched paradise of whores!" She moaned her fantasies into the air, her mind lost in visions of pleasure.

Another climax, her insatiable cunt milking a cock fortified by [Suspicious Juice] into iron hardness, her Master marshalled his stamina to fuck her endlessly, the battery of his hips validation to her allure. It was precisely what she wanted – a good hard fuck to clear up the murkiness of her heart, pleasure to wash away the confusion of the strange feelings that had been building up inside of her lately. All that she needed was to cum herself senseless on her Master's cock and everything would be right with the world. Maybe she'd force [Leezpunk] to suckle her Master's orgasm out of her pussy after they were finished? A reward for the cum-guzzling little slut for working so hard at becoming so proficient in cocksucking.

Oh, and while the Human was afflicted by the bottomless lust of the [Suspicious Juice], why not try a little experiment as well? With his cumshots so copious in volume, perhaps if he fucked enough of them under [Cremis]' tail, the little Pal could be rendered so bloated that the squeezing of his belly would have him coughing up his Master's essence? He hadn't yet noticed the small breasts hiding inside [Tombat]'s little red mane of fur. To discipline her for her latest prank, those might prove quite the enjoyable things to focus on in a round of sexual torture dressed up as punishment.

The possibilities were endless. Soon, more Pals would join their debauchery – she would see that [Direhowl] rendered submissive and helpless, her swollen cookie creamed by the cock that owned her. [Foxparks] deserved a good spade-stretching fuck as well, and [Lovander] had been working hard to train [Alpha Chillet] in the 'game' of mating. Last of all, she hoped to make [Eikthyrdeer] into the lewdest sex-addicted whore of all of them. Yes, she would have her Master fuck that hapless doe until she couldn't live without his superior Human cock stirring up her insides and pumping thick ropes of vulgar essence into her livestock womb!

The expression on her Master's face told her that he would soon reach the heights of his own pleasure, and she moaned in readiness for the feeling of his cum filling her needy pussy. He leaned over her, and reached for the breasts that she was already making sport of, the clumsiness of his groping resulting in their hands becoming entangled. Fingers entwined with fingers, palms to palms, and [Lovander] was shocked out of her debauched fantasies by the reality of what had just come to pass.

Hand holding.

To her species, it was the ultimate taboo, the highest expression of repulsive wholesomeness that all those that dedicated themselves entirely to pleasure must reject. Why couldn't she pull away? She was much stronger than him, and no order compelled her to maintain the contact. Why did she return his soft squeeze with her own? To respond to such a vile thing was antithetical to what it meant to be a [Lovander]. She couldn't answer. She couldn't even begin to think about it. Because her traitorous cunt had seized down hard in the strongest orgasm of her life, the breath stolen from her lungs as she screamed out her pleasure and gratitude for the cumshot poured into her spasming insides.

It robbed the strength from her body, her remaining stamina fleeing as her mind went white with forbidden bliss. A small voice inside of her rebelled, but the sense of fulfilment was so grand that it washed away the screaming revulsion of her [Lovander] instincts. Her legs were grappling his body into her, forcing the Human to collapse against her chest – but their hands remained connected, pinned between them and hidden from the camp Pals. She'd sense enough to conceal that much from them, even in the throes of such awful passion.

It was only after a few exhausted heaves that the depravity of this surrender struck in full, and her cheeks burned with shame. Really? Such revolting wholesomeness has made her cum so hard that she no longer had the strength to raise her head from the riverbank? No. It was impossible. It must be a mistake! There was no room for such feelings as these in her debauched paradise! Her lewd utopia would be built on pleasure alone, filled with whores subservient to her Master, empty-headed sluts that thought of nothing but the cock that they had dedicated their lives to – that was the crux of her vision.

But she could not deny the traitorous instinct that had her arms wrap around her Human when he finally released her hands, her legs binding as well in a full-bodied embrace. She took a slow breath. This was… just a moment of weakness. Yes. He had fucked her to submission, and this tenderness was merely his reward as the victor, “Next time… it won't be so easy." She mumbled an oath that sounded less and less sure each time she had said it, “Don't think you've won, just because of this!" She'd a great many more excuses to mumble into his ear, none of the Pal language comprehensible to him, the words were more for her own benefit than his.

There was only one Pal bearing witness to this that saw the denial for what it was.

High up on the cliffs, observing the camp below, a second [Lovander] repositioned himself to evade [Direhowl]'s patrol, the look on his face one of utter bemusement. His brow furrowed as he considered what he had seen, “Oh, dear sister… whatever shall I do with you?" The beginnings of a particularly depraved plan had already begun to form inside his head, “You know best of all that the wholesome ones are my favourite prey…"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to Cyril Dran for the insightful PMs, I really appreciate the support. Extra thanks as well to everyone that dropped a comment on the teaser journal entry with the suggestions that resulted in the second two thirds of this going the way that it went - it was nice to get Eikthyrdeer back onscreen for a bit (and I got a good excuse to get back inside Lovander's head as well)! Special thanks to Etnom1 for the encouragement and the nudge to get the brother showing up in person at last. Same thanks to Kazuman for bumping up the brother! Cheers to CapitalC (hope you're enjoying your playthrough) - I'm going to get to naming the Pals soon (or rather, I'm going to ask the comments to!). Cheers to TheMemesWantMemes for the nudge to Eikthyrdeer and company, and the encouragement. And cheers to NoNoNope, whose perspective always has me thinking on the entry!

This one took a while as I could only write in snippets, but I had a lot of fun showing off some of the camp tensions. Somehow, the biggest insights ended up drifting back to Lovander, who is in complete denial about feeling feelings. We also have the brother show up at last, who I'm hoping to explore some as an external force to the camp working on creating his own depraved fantasy that comes into some conflict with his sister's lewd utopia. I hope you all enjoyed this story, meandering a little into regular camp life rather than focusing on a new Pal. As always, thank you for every fave, vote, watch (I'm getting close to 500!), folder sub (woohoo we're on 35!), especially comments and PMs, and every last read as well. It's a lot of fun writing these, and I'm really grateful for your support. I hope you're enjoying the story as well! It wouldn't be possible without your ideas, suggestions, Pal choices, support and encouragement!

Next up is a female Pal, and it's either Foxparks or Direhowl (or any other female Pal from the region that would be appropriate, lemme hear your pitches!) - please let me know in the comments what you would prefer! In Foxparks' entry, I hope to finally name the Pals - so, whether she's up next or not, I'm keen to hear your suggestions for names! It's my hope to have every Pal named by the comments, so please hit me up with your ideas and your reasoning! I went a bit light on the lewdness this time around, so next time we're all in. As well as hearing about Pals, please let me know any kinks or scenarios that you'd like to see! Stay safe in the summer heat.

Have a most excellent day.