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[Lovander] leaned back against the headboard of the [Shoddy Bed], the smaller lizard that she was grappling with captured in some strange combination of a headlock and a thigh pillow. [Leezpunk] struggled desperately, though he was still yet to wipe the insufferable smirk from his face even now. He hadn't been the only one to react with such mirth when she'd appeared before the assembled Pals of the camp that dawn, every one of them intrinsically conscious of her new name as if it were hovering above her head in its own little text box. Vanilla: In her opinion, never had a designation been so at odds with its bearer, and the victim of her wrath intensified his struggles when the recalling of the smug grins of her campmates that morning had her further tighten the squeeze.

[Foxparks] had quite diplomatically argued that as only the two of them had names so far, it was a mark of their status as Master's favourites, but that was easy for her to say when he'd called her Ashley. Named for the ash she often sneezed on, and as human-like as the sort of relationship she was pursuing with him, that choice couldn't have been more perfect for her. Of course, she was happy. Unlike the lewd lizard. [Leezpunk] was now the unfortunate punchbag for her foul mood, the bastard having the audacity to flash her an especially provocative look after their Master had warped away for another exploration trip to the [Eastern Wild Island] alongside [Direhowl].

She wasn't going to waste the whole day with her vengeance, however tempting that might have been. The hoodie-wearing reptile was on his back before her, his head upwards in her lap as she held him down, line of sight obscured by the pink mane he was forced to breathe through. Her pheromones were not quite so potent in the region of her chest-fur as they would have been between her legs, but it was still quite sufficient to invoke the state of arousal in him that she was aiming for. The scarce handful of his segmented maleness was fully erect and leaking precum already, his hips bucking upwards on occasion with some primal need. Naturally, he was forbidden to touch himself – his clawed fingers scrabbling instead at her forearm as she choked him.

“I think he's about ready for you." Vanilla looked down to the small vixen sharing the mattress with them, her fellow Pal drawing a little nearer, “Put your paws on his thighs and mind the claws. You're too low down. There. That's better. Lick slowly. Base to tip. Just a little teasing. Master likes it when you take your time with this sort of thing. He always complains that Pals tend to skip foreplay, and you're going to learn all of his preferences." The [Lovander] licked her lips, “Yes, we're going to make a well-trained little cocksucker out of you. Master had to endure the sloppy fumbling of this useless exhibitionist while he learned, and I won't have him put through that a second time…"

She gave the struggling [Leezpunk] a small reprieve in the slight slackening of her grasp about his neck, but still made sure to keep him completely pinned in her lap. The submissive male had been so completely dominated by their Master that without being forced to huff her pheromones he probably wouldn't be able to cum at all without a superior Human cock stuffed under his tail or down his muzzle. That knowledge was enough for Vanilla to find a smirk of her own. This level of complete surrender to their Master was precisely the end-state that she was aiming for with all of the camp Pals, and the current condition of [Leezpunk] was something of a success for her idea of what a lewd utopia should be.

Vanilla was going to make sure that each of them found their own satisfaction in service, not only bowing before their Master, but doing so with smiles on their faces. After all, it would be a stain upon her debauched paradise if even a single one of them looked miserable to be there. That was what she thought, at least. Though, her brother would have probably been a lot more efficient about things if he had been the one caught instead of her. Why bother with all of this gentle corruption, when he could just unleash his pheromones and rape the camp Pals into compliance? It unsettled her slightly that the thought of him breaking the minds of her campmates into cocklusting subservience was more distasteful to her than arousing these days. What was wrong with her?

Oh. Best not get distracted, “He's a poor substitute for Master, but he will have to do. Don't pay too much attention to that lowermost ridge or he'll cum right away. Long. Slow. Licks. You're here to learn what Master likes, not what gets off this little slut. Well, unless Master ever wants us to put on a show for him. Yes, on second thought, I suppose you should commit it to memory after all." She licked her lips again, finding a new avenue to pursue in her meandering words, “Oh, a show might not be a bad idea. I forced [Leezpunk] here to make up with [Cremis], but it might be entertaining to have them prove just how much they get along now by having that 'useless little fluffball' force his knot underneath this one's tail."

The renewed struggle from below pleased [Lovander], and she made sure to clamp the smaller lizard's muzzle shut with the long fingers of her free hand to deny him any retort, “I think if he's holding a muzzle-full of Master's essence in his mouth, then even [Cremis] could probably fuck him into a ruinous bitchgasm. Then, you can help that object of a male get off by sharing a little cum-drenched kiss with your fellow whore." She gave a happy sigh to the fantasy, “Yes, that I would love to see."

It wasn't the only pairing that she had in mind now that the idea of a show for their Master had taken root. [Tombat] had become quite proficient in eating their Master's seed from Vanilla's well-fucked cunt, and the Human always seemed to quite enjoy the sight of the two females at play with each other. That long and slightly rough tongue really was made for pussy. A pity that she couldn't overdo it with the feline, or an overindulgence in her pheromones might do some lasting damage to [Tombat].

“Master doesn't like too much stimulus at the head of his cock. If you're going to take it into your mouth, press it against the roof of your muzzle and apply pressure against the shaft with your lips instead. Use your tongue to guard your teeth. Don't rush or you'll hurt him." Vanilla was thorough in her lessons, taking full advantage of this opportunity to deepen her connection to her newest ally in the building of her lewd utopia. She watched carefully as the little vixen shuffled higher up [Leezpunk], using one of her paws to angle his small cock skywards, and slowly engulfing the tip into her muzzle.

[Leezpunk] was the most suitable practice model that they had. The knot got in the way with [Cremis], and as for [Alpha Chillet] – frankly, for such an obvious bottom, his draconic cock was unfairly large even for an Alpha of his species. This smaller reptilian maleness was not even half the length of their Master's, divided into three segments by thick ridges that gave it the appearance of being armoured. She'd grappled him down in this exact same way for [Tombat] to learn how to suck cock, and unless they found a more suitable male Pal soon, imagined that she would probably be doing this again to teach whoever next surrendered themselves to their Master.

Her own arousal was brewing, and the thickness of [Lovander] pheromones in the air was enough to have the vixen looking a little misty-eyed as her lips drew level with the first ridge, “Pay attention. You're going to have to pass these lessons on to your offspring, after all. Don't you want to impress Master by giving him sons and daughters that know just how to best satisfy him?" That was enough to bring her back into blinking focus. The lewd fantasy twisted from what was once a more wholesome desire had taken root at the core of Ashley's being, and now she yearned for the day that she could birth a harem for her Master to enjoy, a dedicated litter of whores that she could take her place amongst in service of the Human she loved.

“They might all make quite the show for Master as well…" [Lovander] mused, “There's no danger of a tame Pal getting knocked up without any [Cake]. Maybe Master would like to see one of your sons mount you? Or perhaps he'll mate them so submissive that their cocks become nothing but ornaments there to paint the floor when he fucks the cum out of them." She grinned when the scent of arousal coming from the vixen intensified, “Oh, you like that idea? I'm going to have to teach you how to eat pussy, too. You're going to have plenty of daughters as well, aren't you? Don't you want to let Master watch them cum while you're eating his essence out of their gaped little spades?"

It was quite easy to press Ashley's buttons, especially at a time like this when the little vixen was unable to respond. Beneath all of that wholesome love, there was a true pervert hiding away, and Vanilla was tremendously proud in the cultivation of such depraved desires, “Master is going to have lots of Pals. We should make use of days like these when it's not our turn to practice for him…" She released [Leezpunk]s muzzle to reach down and place her freed hand onto the back of Ashley's head, slowly guiding the [Foxparks] down the length of that reptilian cock, “Of course, we're all devoted to Master most of all…"

There was much work to do in the camp, especially if it grew as large as the [Lovander] was hoping, but it wouldn't be a lewd utopia without depravity. A dozen [Foxparks] piled up in an incestuous orgy was simply another treasure of the debauched paradise, another treat for their Master to enjoy. They were his belongings, hatched to serve his pleasure, and to enjoy them was his right as their alpha male, the leader of the camp, their beloved Master.

She pressed the vixen further down [Leezpunk]'s length, until she had engulfed the second segment of his cock, “And don't think that I have forgotten you. We're going to have plenty of aggressive male Pals that Master will have to take his time fucking into their place. I think in the meantime, you would make wonderful relief for their urges. A free-use cocksleeve tied down on your [Primitive Workbench] right in the middle of the crafting area where everyone can see bigger, better, males, mate you hard while you bury your face in one of Master's old shirts and cum your little faggot cock dry. I-"

Vanilla got no further in her meandering litany of fantasies before [Leezpunk] moaned loudly and bucked his hips upwards, the eyes of the little vixen sucking his cock widening with surprise as her muzzle filled with his seed. She did well not to choke, especially when the [Lovander] forced her all the way to the base of the reptilian maleness, until her nose brushed scale and there was no escape for the mess of his cum but into her belly.

“Oh, I can't wait to see it…" [Lovander] let out a happy sigh, making sure to double down, “I want to hear you scream when an [Anubis] forces his knot under your tail and makes you wish he was as small as [Cremis]. I want to watch an [Inceneram] pound your bitch button, using you as if you were nothing but a pleasure-toy. I want to watch you get on all fours and raise your tail high, bracing yourself for the [Arsox] that'll fuck you so full of cum that you look as pregnant as this vixen whore is going to be. I want to watch you crawl under a [Mammorest] and service his cock until he paints you white in a deluge of jizz. I want to watch you bounce in the lap of a [Blazamut], your third-rate seed evaporating off his chest as you make a show of yourself for Master." His hips were twitching again, “Oh, but most of all, I want to watch you become so addicted to our Master, so brokenly dependent, that you can't even maintain an erection without his eyes on you." She grinned, “Well, aside from when I'm dosing you with pheromones for my own amusement, anyway…"

The stuttering gasp of his breath let her know that he'd cum a second time, and it wasn't until his cock was spent that she finally allowed [Foxparks] to pull back from him, the maleness completely cleaned of its meagre load. The little vixen licked a small amount of pearlescent white from her lips, looking slightly annoyed, “That was hardly a lesson at all! You just got me started and then got wrapped up in all of that lewd stuff! How am I supposed to satisfy Master like this!?" She pouted, displeased with how smug Vanilla was looking.

“Well, if I tell you too much all at once, you'll never absorb it. We'll have plenty of these little lessons, until you're properly proficient." The lewd lizard reasoned, entirely ignoring the gasping [Leezpunk] in her lap, “I'm in no rush to realise my depraved paradise, it's not as if our Master has gotten any closer to escaping the [Palpagos Islands]. In time, even [Eikthyrdeer] will come around to it. Oh, her most of all I cannot wait to see surrender to pleasure. I have such dreams for her future!" She wore a truly lecherous grin, “I want to feed her some [Cake], tie her down in the [Breeding Farm], and have every male in the camp fuck her. We can make bets on which essence wins out for the egg." [Lovander] cackled, “So averse to sex – I will make her the most addicted to mating out of everyone! I want her to lack the focus to even butt her head against the [Logging Site] trees without there being a load of someone's cum sloshing around in her needy little womb! Naturally, I'll have her crave Master's most of all…"

Ashley narrowed her eyes. She may have been won over by the future that Vanilla promised, but she wasn't so devoted that she would let her friend get hurt in the pursuit of it, “Only if she wants that. And I very much doubt that you'll…" Could she really say that? When her own wholesome dream of hoping to share love and a family with her Master had been twisted into the idea of birthing him a harem and devoting herself to him alongside them all? She shook her head, turning pensive, “You…" Ashley sighed, and was quiet for a little while before speaking again, “You can't force love. Or any of this. I think you're just… helping us along? All of this lewd stuff… if I'm being honest, somewhere in me, it was always there. I don't know if it's good or bad that you've brought it out of me, but I've come to accept that. The others probably wanted this, too."

She huffed a little flame, and [Leezpunk] instinctively flinched from the proximity of it to his still erect cock, and she continued, “I'm on your side as long as that's true. If you try and force us into something we're not, then we're enemies!"

[Lovander] met her with a stern harrumph, “I told you before – don't you go insinuating that I care about any of you. Helping you along? Rubbish. It's nothing but a coincidence that my intentions for you all matches up with your kinks!" She scowled, displeased that her denial had inspired a knowing smile in the little vixen, “You should be grateful that I'm so magnanimous in the lewd paradise that I'm going to reign over with Master! In fact, how about you show that gratitude right now?"

She followed up on the suggestive comment by unceremoniously shoving [Leezpunk] aside and spreading her legs, providing ample space alongside the male as she peeled away her sopping maebari to display her glistening cunt. He looked like he wanted to say something, so she denied him his voice yet again by smothering him with the discarded item of pseudo-clothing, the infusion of [Lovander] pheromones potent enough to have his whole body shudder and his cock twitch, “You're going to learn how to eat pussy. And as for you…" She moved their attention over to the smaller lizard, “You're going to lube up your tail and fuck yourself with it. I want to see something arousing while [Foxparks] pushes her muzzle into my cunt."

The [Fire Type] Pal looked like she had more to contribute to the argument, but after a breath decided to relent. There was little to be gained by antagonising Vanilla, so she would hold her peace for now, pleased with herself with the idea that she was holding the lewd lizard to account. Between the smothering garment and cunnilingus, the two of them would be silenced again, but she was starting to think that this was precisely how the [Lovander] liked things, with the air clear for her to wax lyrical in depravity. She moved forward, curious, obligingly closing in on a pussy that was so different to her own vulpine spade.

More similar to a Human than a reptile in composition, the neatly presented folds glistened with the femslick of arousal, the potent scent of [Lovander] pheromones enough to make her head spin. They didn't seem to be quite so effective on their Master, but on another Pal each intake of breath was electrifying, numbing her mind and making her spade ache with want. She extended her tongue, cleaving her femininity with an exploratory lick and then leaning back to savour the flavour of the other female. Luke would have called it a feminine musk not dissimilar to another Human, though with the intense throb of arousal that only a [Lovander] could provide. But to another Pal, it was a forbidden ambrosia, hypnotic in allure.

“You know, [Tombat] sometimes gets so into drinking down my orgasms that I have to push her off before her mind snaps and she ends up pheromone-addled for good." Only their resilient Master was capable of eating this cunt without any side effects. Though, considering how much of a sexual powerhouse he'd become over the last few months, perhaps acclimation to [Lovander] pheromones had played a part in some way after all.

Vanilla began to issue some instructions, but to the little vixen it sounded like the voice of the other female was coming from underwater, her focus narrowing on the source of the scent that was driving submission into her body. It was hard to think about anything else. Maybe she was just especially susceptible to it? At the very least, the effect had washed over her small body rather quickly, and now her own vulpine spade twitched with the need to be filled. She needed superior Human cock to fuck a load into her desperate womb. She needed her Master to breed her, pump her full of eggs, and then pat her on the head and call her a good girl when she lined up his offspring for him, faces down and tails raised, every one of them a slut addicted to the cock that sired them.

A hand had grasped her by the back of the head, slowly moving her muzzle back and forth as her tongue reacted on autopilot, her lips applying gentle pressure. Ashley couldn't say that she was in control of her movements, given over to idly mouthing into the pussy of the lewd lizard that had taken command of her. Her mind was elsewhere. Would she jealously press her muzzle into the vulpine spades of her daughters to lick them clean of her Master's essence? Would she throat the cocks of her sons so that when her Master fucked them to broken bitchgasms, their impotent seed didn't make a mess of the [Shoddy Bed]?

Her nose shuffled against Vanilla's hooded clit, and the lewd lizard moaned a rumbling pleasure as [Foxparks] immersed herself deeper into her own fantasies. On nights when it was not her turn with their Master, she would have to train her sons and daughters just as she was being trained herself now, and the ideas that she had been fed today were tantalising beyond imagining. She could feel her own arousal wetting the fur of her thighs, her unfilled cunt streaming, twitching, and then climaxing uselessly around nothing. She cried out her climax, the sound muffled as her muzzle was forced into the larger female, sublimated into a frustrated whisper. It was a wasted orgasm. When she came, she wanted most of all for the pleasure of her grasping spade to massage the superior Human cock of the person she loved.

[Lovander] grinned, “Well, she gave in quickly…" Fun though it would have been to take her time with the little vixen, this was a toy that belonged to Master and wasn't hers to break. The scent of wet vulpine arousal made her nose twitch, the shuddering body beneath her evidence of a quick orgasm already, and opportunity for the lewd lizard to press her short muzzle into the parting of her cunt, opening up her depths for that obliging tongue. Nowhere near as skilled or as desperate as [Tombat], but there was a satisfaction to this domination that Vanilla could hardly deny.

“That's it… be a good little slut for me and surrender to pleasure… that's what you're for…" It wasn't entirely clear which one of them she was speaking to, [Leezpunk] having now angled his tail by the guidance of his hands to force the length inside him. He squirmed and moaned pathetically, a string of precum connecting his small cock to his belly. Each flowing movement of his body had the tailtip undulate inside of him, a little more of it sinking into him, increasing the pressure on his bitch button as his mind swam in the same distorted pheromone paradise as the other small Pal.

“I like this… a good little submissive male fucking himself with his tail. You should give yourself a good stretching for Master, and for all of those other Pals that I'm going to have fuck you. A good thing you're so entertaining, since you like to be watched so much. All of those sweet little moans. You even moan in your sleep, when Master fucks you unconscious and just keeps going…" She moaned to the memory, “Oh, I love it. The expression of surrender you wear at the moment that you faint. The submission of being fucked so broken that your eyes cross and you pass out…"

She licked her lips, grinding her cunt into the little vixen's face as her own pleasure mounted, “And you… I love how small and tight that little spade of yours is, holding onto Master's big cock so tightly it's like he's dragging your insides out of you on every backstroke. I love how I can look inside you and see right up to a womb that's been so completely conquered, your insides end up so gaped that I can just pour his cum out of you, right into my muzzle…" Vanilla swallowed, “Oh, I am surrounded by such wonderful treats! I love when [Cremis] is picked up and fucked like a living sex-toy. When Master spanks [Tombat] until she cums on his hand. I can't wait until I have the others as well…"

Her heated breath came in small bursts, “I'll see that servile [Direhowl] enslaved. That obstinate [Eikthyrdeer] addled by pleasure. The playful [Alpha Chillet] learn the best game of all…" She imagined their falls, and cast her mind forward as well to every other Pal, her lewd mind with a fantasy for every one of them. And then at last, her brother. He was the one that had first suggested the idea of a lewd paradise built around a tablet-bearing Human to her, but he'd never been entirely clear with her about what his place in it would be. Naturally, he would join her in submission. Wouldn't he?

It was the thought of the male [Lovander] on his back, his legs forced up and held wide as his rightful Master fucked submission into him that brought Vanilla to climax, a messy squirting orgasm dousing Ashley's fur. She was quick to pull the little vixen away, bringing the small Pal to her chest as she cradled her, twisting two long fingers into her vulpine cunt so that she could feel their own clutching pleasure. She let out a shuddering moan, pumping that spade to the time of [Leezpunk]'s tail as she began to fuck them into lucidity, feral muzzle buried in the lesser pheromones of her chestfur, a questing muzzle finding one of her breasts and latching onto it.

Wonderful. The only way that the pleasure could be grander would be if their Master was here to mete it out, or at the very least provide the satisfaction of bearing witness to it all. Her breath caught at the scent of male submission, [Leezpunk] painting his chest and slumping with the mess pooling on his scales. [Foxparks] squirmed still, experiencing yet another orgasm as Vanilla slowly brought her back to conscious thought one climax at a time, the [Shoddy Bed] creaking atrociously with the rocking motion. If it collapsed, then it wouldn't be the first time that the low-grade craft had fallen apart beneath the amorous Pals of this lewd camp.

If this was all that she'd gained, then maybe the cost of bearing a name like Vanilla wasn't such a terrible thing after all. It was that conciliatory thought that she held in her head when hours later she placed down the two sleeping Pals in a [Shoddy Bed] that had defied the odds and remained standing after all, for their Master to find them later that night.

Though, that night…

Neither her Master, nor [Direhowl], returned.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Rather unexpectedly, I ended up writing a short little lewd piece before getting around to the [Direhowl] chapter. This one is the fault of NoNoNope, whose comment somehow sent me into a train of thought that led me to what some of the Pals get up to while Luke is away. It was all written in one sitdown, just a quick binge to blow away the cobwebs and slam out some straightforward debauchery before I get to work on [Direhowl]! Now that it's off my chest, I should stop procrastinating and get to work on seeing if we can get another cookie creamed. I hope you enjoyed this shorter one-off piece. Should I do more half-sized lewd-focused stories every now and again? Or stick to the usual format? At the very least, they're pretty quick to churn out!

Special thanks to Coranth for holding Lovander to account! Advanced CB Master for the Lovander brother direction and Chillet (he's the best endowed Pal so far, even for an Alpha Pal!). CapitalC for more Lovander fun, and for those names (Vanilla hates hers, and I love that!). Etnom1 for some multipals (see what I did there?) ideas! Cyril Dran for some more multipals and names! And NoNoNope for giving me the train of thought that led to this entry, and for the creamed cookie of Direhowl to come! As always, thanks for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub (slowly getting closer to my dream target for this series of 50!), comment, PM, and every last view! You legends are what make this possible, and I can't thank you all enough.

Next up is Direhowl, and I hope I can make her work this time! Thanks again to Cyril Dran for the help with her, and NoNoNope for some framing, too! As for what I'd like to ask this time - I'm still seeking names (the one I need most of all next is for Direhowl herself!). And my big question is one from last time. That egg Luke found last chapter. What is in it? Here is a chance to get a Pal that's not normally available as I'll stretch the rules a bit and say it can be anything reasonable. An early Anubis, or Blazamut, or Verdash, or whatever! Please push the boat out, and lemme know that dream Pal we'd otherwise be waiting many chapters to reach! Also, any ideas for themes, kinks, or whatever else for that Pal are very welcome. What do you wanna see? Your ideas and suggestions provide the inspiration for this story as always.

Also - a good friend of mine, AGryphonNamedGryphon, recently started writing on this site. He's a very talented guy, and you can find his new series here!

Have a most excellent day.