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The water temperature of the [Hot Spring] was perfect, filtered and cycled to cascade from the mouth of a piscine ornament at just the right level to fall upon [Foxparks]' aching shoulders. She moaned into the night, vocalising her satisfaction in a soulful caterwaul muffled by the streaming torrent of the adjacent waterfall. The deluge summoned from the basin was a gentle mist of chilling spray which juxtaposed superbly with the warmth of a bath brought to a simmer by her own natural heat. Two of these grand tubs had been built atop a [Wooden Foundation] jutting out over the lake, the submerged flames of her paws and tail providing muted illumination to the scene. As far as [Foxparks] was concerned, this was paradise.

Her Master was diligent in gathering resources, accumulating an enormous stockpile of [Ore] for her to convert into [Ingot]s, and as [Alpha Chillet] became his primary fighter in her place, she had come to spend most of her time these days working the [Primative Furnace] at the camp. Of course, she missed roaming the wilderness with Luke, but as the only Pal of his team proficient in [Kindling], nobody could handle the task but her and she was pleased to have her own niche. She closed her eyes and submerged her muzzle in the water, blowing some bubbles as her mood darkened slightly. It was a niche that belonged to her for now – but would she still be useful to her Master if he came across an [Arsox] or [Wixen]? Or would she be replaced as a worker as she had been a combatant?

The feeling of being replaceable tightened into a small knot of anxiety in her stomach. Every Pal of the camp had their own little thing that made them valuable to their Master, even if a time would inevitably come when their proficiencies were outclassed, but [Foxparks] didn't feel like she had anything like that to offer. Even if she were to dive into the same depravity that half of the team of Pals were engaged in, she could hardly measure her sexual aptitude up against the carnal [Lovander] or aggressively servile [Direhowl]. As the tone of the camp had changed, the little vixen had found her sense of self-worth diminishing, her confidence slowly worn away.

Those debauched Pals all demanded something from their Master – validation for [Leezpunk], the security of ownership for [Cremis]; and they all gave him something in return, [Tombat]'s playfulness and [Lovander]'s sexual facilitation, an exchange which underwit each relationship to grant the connection depth. But [Foxparks] had nothing to give but her feelings, and all that she wanted back were his. It made her desire for her Master feel shallow and immature by comparison, and as he was yearning so desperately to find a way to escape the [Palpagos Islands], any hope that her love would be genuinely reciprocated would be a selfish one. By the time she'd come to terms with her feelings, she'd already been defeated.

“There's something wrong with me…" She muttered her thoughts into the roiling water, frustrated at how much life with her Master over the last few months had twisted her perspective. Antithetical to the core instinct of Pals, she had come to think of him before herself – and looking at how attached some of her peers had become, she probably couldn't say that she was the only one. Even in love, she was outclassed.

Inferior in combat. Inferior in usefulness about the camp. Inferior in carnal affairs. Inferior even in her feelings. As far as [Foxparks] was concerned, she would have to be the most awful bitch to have ever lived to even approach her Master now. She truly envied the likes of [Direhowl] who had the resolve to own her selfishness and brazenly pursue her desires as she wished. Even the shameless [Lovander] was starting to look like she had the right idea. The vixen had found herself meekly fading into the background and fleeing from carnal situations as her Master deepened his bond with everyone but her.

Damn. What happened to her good mood? She'd been so relaxed when she'd first entered the [Hot Spring], but one errant thought had sent her spiralling into an anxious mess. A good thing nobody had seen her cringing and wringing her paws like this, the shame of it was unbearable.

“Are you quite done self-flagellating?" Or perhaps someone had seen her, the worst person that could have done. [Lovander] had made her approach silently, slipping into the second [Hot Spring] to observe the vixen's wincing with a bemused expression, “There was a time when you brazenly defied me, and I thought you a wonderful little closet-pervert for me to corrupt into a debauched fuck-puppet for Master. But these days, you're even more lame than [Eikthyrdeer]. At least that cervine rape-bait still has a personality! Oh, I do hope that our Master is rough with her. I want to watch him take her by the antlers and throat-fuck that uppity doe until her eyes cross and his cum is streaming from her cute little nose!"

[Foxparks] harrumphed, “What the hell do you want? Haven't you done enough?" She glared at the large pink lizard, torn from her reverie by her onslaught of perversion.

“Oh, I've hardly done enough. If anything, I'm only just getting started!" [Lovander] reclined against the faucet, the steaming waterfall of warm water against her upper back, “I'll have the debauched utopia I've been dreaming of. Every one of you will fall to ruin, made into whores for Master's pleasure. He shall be the King of my paradise, and I shall be the Queen that offers up every one of you to him." She smirked, “As for what I want, I want you to stop moping and get with the program. It was cute a month ago, but now it's just sad. Aren't you tired of this? Hiding away in the shadows and running for cover every time Master fucks one of us? Oh – but you never run too far, do you? I know what a wet vulpine cunt smells like, and it's always nearby."

“S-shut up!" [Foxparks] choked on her flames and stuttered out her words. Yes, it was true that she often kept an eye on proceedings, but that was only out of concern for her Master! She squirmed, ashamed of the arousal that she'd undeniably experienced on those occasions, knowing that only so much could be explained away with the presence of [Lovander] pheromones, “Don't think that you understand anything!"

[Lovander] rolled her eyes, “Oh, but I do. You're all so easy to figure out. I bet you think you're real deep, but you're not. Not in the slightest. It's pathetic how much you agonise over Master instead of just raising your tail for him like a good little fucktoy should. It's obvious that you've wanted to right from the start." She emanated smugness, belittling [Foxparks]' inner turmoil, “There's nothing wrong with being a bit one-dimensional. If anything, I think that it concentrates the flavour more for our Master's enjoyment. [Cremis] is an object. [Tombat] is a minx. [Leezpunk] is a slave. And you're wholesome. I quite like that the camp hasn't homogenised into boring devotion. Oh, but I do despise how thickly the cloying sense of love hangs over everything these days." She shuffled against the waterflow, her eye twitching as she looked to the side, “Not that I would ever succumb to something so worthless!"

The little vixen winced, surprised that statement had arrived so forcefully. But still, to have her feelings made light of was enough for her hackles to raise, “You're not better than us! There's nothing inside your head except perverted things! At least I have some shame!" Her voice fought against the cascade of the waterfall behind them, [Foxparks] shouting into the night, “Don't call our love worthless! You may have started all of this, but it doesn't belong to you! I love Master! I love him so much that it hurts! You're just a whore! You couldn't possibly understand! You're a monster without any feelings! A twisted, fucked up, fiend! I hate you!"

“Wow, you don't hold anything back, huh? How long have you been holding in that little outburst of yours? Feel better now?" [Lovander] made a show of laughing it off, but the look on her face was a rather hurt one. She turned to the side to hide it from the smaller Pal, seeming to take her words in stride, “Doesn't squashing down your feelings and not acting on them make you the same as not having them at all? Or does it make you feel noble when you deny yourself? That sounds a pretty wretched way to live to me. When I wanted Master to fuck me, I just went ahead and made it happen." She took a slow breath, righting herself before continuing with a freshly neutral countenance, “I don't want you to end up on the outside, agonising over things but never acting. There's a place in my lewd utopia for everyone. Including you. I think you deserve that lovey-dovey happy ending with Master that you're hoping for."

[Foxparks] blinked, “What happened to you?" Her eyes narrowed and her glare became an appraising one as she suspected trickery, “Why would you be kind like this after I said all that? Why aren't you fighting me?"

The pink lizard shrugged, glossing things over quickly with a noncommittal wave of her hand, “Oh, it's hardly kindness. It's not like I care about you lot being happy or anything. You're just another hole for Master to fuck. A tight little piece of meat for him to mate gravid. I want to see your belly swell when he pumps you full of cum. I want to watch your tiny mind shatter when he fucks you through your quivering little femgasms. I want to see you devolve into a devoted whore, addicted to the cock that owns you. I want to see that second-rate little spade of yours stretch around Master's eggs." She gave a slight huff, dispensing with the usual litany of lewd fantasies, though it seemed a little half-hearted.

But the little vixen didn't let it go. She listened carefully, focusing her insight as the pieces fell into place. It couldn't be. But… she'd recently watched the lewd lizard save [Eikthyrdeer]. And there was something about her tone that simply felt different to how it had a few weeks ago. Kindness, despite her denial. Or something close to it. Her eyes widened, “You… do care." Her pitched voice was the epitome of shock, “You do care about us! I don't believe it!"

“Me? Care? About you? About anyone? R-Rubbish." [Lovander] scowled, crossing her arms over her chest as she rebuffed the vixen, “The only thing I care about is building my lewd utopia! I'll have my debauched paradise if I have to beg, bribe, bully – or outright rape my way there!" She scowled, looming over the smaller Pal, “And before you get carried away, I'll remind you that while I can't hurt an allied Pal, I'm still stronger than you, and after a night of having your muzzle forced inside my cunt you'll have huffed enough [Lovander] pheromones to break your mind for good without losing a single [Hit Point]."

[Foxparks] swallowed, “Noted." She didn't entirely believe that the lewd Pal would follow through on such a threat, but even the slightest possibility of it not being a bluff was enough of a deterrent. Now that she had a moment to think about this rationally, it was far more likely that this was some sort of mindgame. After all, the alternative would be that a [Lovander] of all things was exhibiting genuine empathy! And this lewd example of the species was undoubtedly the worst of the bunch. Yes. This was absolutely some act of trickery to get her to lower her guard and think the two of them to have common ground. Still, even if it was fake, it was an appreciated sentiment and [Foxparks] bowed her head in turn, “I'm sorry for saying those things. I can't agree with your way of going about this, but I don't think you're a monster and I don't hate you." She looked up brightly from the apology, trying to dispel the tension, “Please don't toy with me, though. For a second there, I genuinely thought that you cared about us all!"

“Ha… hahaha…" [Lovander] forced out the hollow laughter, “What an awful joke. In the end, I'm a true [Lovander]. I spit on the idea of love, and I care about nothing but pleasure. Any different would make me defective – and I am most certainly a fine and upstanding slut!" Her long fingers flexed against the rim of the [Hot Spring], and she gripped hard as she wrestled her expression into the perfect poker face, “It is a blemish on my lewd utopia if you are skulking around the camp looking miserable. Your place is that of a well-fucked bitch, a cuddly little whore for Master to stick his cock into – and you would do well to remember that!"

[Foxparks] sighed. She must truly be looking pitiful if the lewd lizard was trying to cheer her up in the closest thing to kindness a [Lovander] was probably capable of. That settled it. Of course, the only thing on her mind was her debauched paradise. It had been ludicrous to imagine that she cared any more deeply than that. But even so, “Thank you." She bowed her head a second time, “I think my heart has settled down a little bit now." The little vixen took a deep breath, choking on her ashes as usual, “I-If even you're worried about me, then I really must do something!"

“Yes. If you desire something, take it. So what if it's selfish?" [Lovander] huffed, “But don't imagine that you can achieve without effort. Do you think that Master will understand your intentions if you just nuzzle up against him and bat your eyelashes?" She grinned broadly, leaning back to sigh into the night as her gaze turned skywards, “Oh, yes. You're going to have to sell yourself as a good little womb-slave. Our dense Master won't get the hint otherwise." [Lovander] chuckled to herself, “I suppose he's a little one-dimensional as well, thinking about it. But, I must say – the way that he shows us all affection equally is part of his charm, isn't it?"

The Master in question let out a hearty sneeze, [Direhowl] bristling at the sudden loud noise before fixing him with quite the glare over her shoulder for giving away their position. The two of them were far from the camp, their travels having taken them across the [Eastern Wild Island] in a mad dash for the distant light of the monolith of its far side. The Pals here were much more threatening than those found on the nearby [Marsh Island] and rather than engage any of them, Luke had decided to focus on exploration, relying on the speed of his lupine mount to evade encounters.

His reward had been quite the bounty of [Treasure Chest]s, [Lifmunk Effigy]s, and even a mysterious [Pal Egg]. He'd managed to meet the conditions to craft an [Egg Incubator] after capturing [Alpha Chillet], and was rather excited to finally have some use for the device. That Pals came from eggs at all was quite the ludicrous concept, especially considering how many of them had distinctly mammalian features – and there was a complete lack of juvenile Pals to be found as well. But Luke was ready to write that off as just another one of the mysterious rules of the [Palpagos Islands].

He reached down to pat [Direhowl] apologetically and she responded with an aloof raising of her head into his hand. The wolf always took her work exceptionally seriously, and Luke had the feeling that she had some rather high expectations for him as her Master. He gave a slight huff and refocused, determined to live up to them as he strained his nightsight in the gloom. The sun hadn't long descended, and the half-light of dusk revealed the distant glow of several missed [Lifmunk Effigy]s behind them. Damn. That cliffside? He'd somehow managed to walk right past that one!

Lamenting his inattention, he took out his tablet, switched to the [Map], and dropped a few pins to focus his exploration around on his next excursion. The monolith wasn't much further, and with a little haste they managed to reach it before being caught in the pitch-dark of night, the familiar weightless sensation of teleportation overtaking Luke on contact as he willed his destination home. As usual, most of the camp was asleep, and [Direhowl] gave a small yawn of her own before strutting off up the ramp to find her [Straw Pal Bed], the rest of his party racing ahead of her when released.

Luke gulped as his eyes followed the wolf. The sashaying of her hips and raised tail were quite provocative, and he couldn't help but let his gaze settle on her haunches. Of course, she was doing it on purpose. That much was obvious. But honestly, it felt a little wrong to make a move on any of the Pals without the affirmation of [Lovander] presenting them to him, her presence an obvious translation of carnal desire. Even with [Leezpunk] coming along in leaps and bounds in sign language, somehow it just didn't feel right to have his first time with one of the Pals without the larger lizard being present.

“Yep. I've got some exotic tastes now…" He muttered that undeniable fact to himself. It would be difficult to go back to Humans after indulging himself so completely in the pleasures of the [Palpagos Islands], and he wondered just how many wholly unique encounters he might enjoy before his escape plans bore fruit. It was strange how there was such a clear separation in his mind between an animal and a Pal, the expressive intelligence of [Direhowl] making her attractive to him in a way that no beast outside the Mists would be. He'd never found himself lecherously peering under the tail of a regular dog – but the sight of [Direhowl]'s juicy spade was profoundly alluring.

Luke gave a small smile, “Or maybe I just like her. I like all of them, really." He muttered his thoughts as he flicked through the settings of the [Pal Box], checking the stats of each of his companions in turn, “I'll miss them when I leave. I hope I can at least keep them all happy for the time I'm here. I'll leave them behind a fine basecamp to keep living in, and the memories of some excellent sex." That small smile became a grin, “Which reminds me. I think it's [Lovander]'s turn tonight… maybe?"

[Leezpunk] had arranged some sort of order between the carnally engaged Pals of who got to spend each night with their Master, and though Luke hadn't entirely figured it out yet, he'd managed to intuit the gist of it. Sometimes it would be one of them – sometimes two or three – and once the whole lot of them had shown up! He was certainly grateful for the extra sexual stamina he'd acquired over the last few months on that night, though had lost a whole day of hunting when he'd needed to sleep in afterwards. Still, he considered the sacrifice of one workday to be the centrepiece of a Pal orgy absolutely worth it. Luke was still a man, after all.

Still at the [Pal Box], he paused, “Oh, I never noticed that button before…" Beside the name field of the Pal was an option to edit, “I can give them names? Was that always there?" He blinked. Somehow, despite being here for quite a while now, the thought of naming his companions had never occurred to him. A quick flick through the options on his tablet confirmed that the option was there as well, “Shit. I can't believe I never noticed. I only have one of each Pal, so there was never a need to differentiate… though the tablet is trying to encourage me to catch a dozen of each type. Wasn't it ten before? Isn't that a bit much? I guess if I want to level up at a good rate, I won't have much choice. I've pushed 'slow and steady' about as far as it can go…" He sighed softly. This was something to think about more deeply tomorrow. Tonight, he had more important matters to attend to.

There were few lights present in the darkness around the campsite. [Tombat]'s heliotrope glow revealed her to be diligently mining away at the [Stone Pit], the yellow-gold shine of [Leezpunk]'s eyes gave him away in the crafting area, and up quite late tonight, [Foxparks]' flames illuminated the [Hot Springs]. Not a bad idea. [Direhowl] wasn't exactly a smooth ride and he'd worked up quite a sweat just staying balanced. The vixen would always heat the water to a literal boil, but the second tub was occupied by a certain lewd lizard already. She made eye contact and beckoned him, and Luke had no reason to not avail her.

The man stripped as he advanced, quite past feeling any shame for his nudity at this point. His dark hair had grown out a little since he'd been shipwrecked, though the sun had been kind to his lightly tanned skin. Constant physical activity along with the enhancements of levelling up had further sharpened a toned physique, and the survival situation of his daily life had granted him a certain level of poise and alertness in his movements. He nodded in greeting to [Foxparks], and after dropping the bundle of clothes atop the [Wooden Platform] along with his tablet, Luke slipped into the [Hot Spring] alongside [Lovander], the large Pal drinking him in with an obviously lecherous look on her face.

Well, she could have her fun later. Luke closed his eyes, leaned back, and relaxed. The sound of the waterfall was soothing, the heat wonderful for his aching muscles, and there was a pleasant scent as well. Of course there was. [Lovander] had been stewing in this tub for a while, and her pheromones had suffused with the water completely. He almost smiled at the realisation, feeling like he'd somehow played into her hands yet again somehow. Rather than ambush him on his [Shoddy Bed], she'd probably wait until his guard was completely down and pounce on him right here.

Yep. He could feel her moving as the water shifted, her weight lurching slightly to the side, Luke amusing himself by making his own mental predictions for what he would find when he opened his eyes. [Lovander] had developed a preference for mating face to face, intimately wrapping her body around him in most of their sessions these days. He'd probably find himself eye-level with her chest, and only have a short time to enjoy the eye candy before she'd drop down onto his crotch and ride him to her satisfaction. In fact, he was sure of it. Which is why he was so confused when rather than large, scaled hands wrestling his face into a fluffy pink mane, a pair of small paws had instead dropped onto his shoulders.

“What…?" His eyes opened to meet the fire-red gaze of [Foxparks], her weight settling over his body as she pressed herself against him.

The little vixen took a nervous breath, steeling her resolve. She'd had a long time to prepare herself for this moment, arguing back and forth with [Lovander] while waiting for her Master to return from his exploring. Of course, she didn't buy into the lewd lizard's vision of a debauched camp, but it was true that she had been holding back for a long time. She wanted so much. She wanted the wholesome love that was so unnatural for Pals, a race driven by their instinctual desires. And she could hardly deny that she had carnal wants as well. She felt guilt for it. In her eyes, she had much less to offer her Master than the other Pals. There was the feeling that she was somehow betraying her friend, [Eikthyrdeer], too. But, if she wasn't selfish this once, then she would regret it forever. [Lovander] may be an unrepentant pervert, a completely irredeemable slut, but she was right about that.

So, she looked her quiet Master in the eye, and she willed him to understand. This was not a lust-fuelled surrender driven by spending a little too much time breathing in [Lovander]'s pheromones. She couldn't talk like a Human. She couldn't use sign language like [Leezpunk]. She certainly wasn't psychic. Maybe it was wishful thinking that she could get across the absolute mess of her emotions, all of those feelings of inadequacy, and the devotion of her love as well, in nothing but a look and a little flailing. But, she had to try.

“I love you." She begged him to understand words that to a Human were nothing more than animalistic vocalisations, but his expression read only confusion. Why? Why was he such an idiot? Why couldn't he see that not only for her, but for [Leezpunk] and [Cremis] and [Tombat] as well, this had stopped being a transactional thing a long time ago. Even [Lovander] had undeniably changed over the last few months. Why couldn't anybody see it? “I want you to stay forever. Please understand. Please."

It was impossible to kiss him. Short and broad though her muzzle was, it was simply incompatible with a Human mouth. A gentle nuzzle and a lick against his cheek was insufficient to communicate her yearning. But, if he wasn't going to read her mind, then maybe he could read her body, “I-I want you to mate with me!"

The stuttered words came with a slight cough as she choked on her flames, the small fireball projected over his shoulder to hiss into the lake beyond their platform. Luke didn't even flinch. Of course, he hadn't understood a thing, but the intensity of her gaze called for him to do something. At the very least, the hope for a deepening of their bond had reached him. The man was silent for a little while, looking thoughtful, and then spoke, “Ash." He smiled at the idea, “It's cute when you do that. The little sneeze when ash catches in your throat. I was thinking it might make a pretty name. Ash. Maybe Ashley since you're a girl. What do you think?"

[Lovander] snorted, “Idiot. Of course, he doesn't get it. But, I suppose a name is a start, isn't it? None of the rest of us have got one yet, after all." She licked her lips as the vixen gave her slow nod of affirmation for the name, “That's enough of your fumbling around. Our Master thinks you just want to cuddle. We're going to be here all night if we wait for you to get aggressive with him, and he never pounces himself unless you make it obvious." The large lizard leaned over, plucking [Foxparks] from their Master's chest and dragging her across the [Hot Spring] into her own lap. She let the smaller female float belly-up until her underside had breached the water, letting her head settle at her own scaled shoulder as she supported the other Pal. And then she raised the vixen's lower body to present an engorged vulpine spade to the Human, making careful eye contact with the man, “You know what this means by now, don't you? Now, be a good Master and fuck this fawning little whore…"

Well, that was hardly a hint that Luke could miss.

[Foxparks] wasn't resisting the lewd lizard's manhandling, her eyes half-lidded and seductive as she gave her haunches a little wiggle towards him. He'd had an inkling of her intentions from the start, but didn't want to jump the gun without some sort of undeniable move being made, worried that he might have misread the mood. He grinned broadly in anticipation for what was to come. [Foxparks]. Of course, he liked her. He'd wanted this for a long time, to share the same sort of intimacy with his first Pal. Well, now was his chance, and Luke was opportunist enough to not hesitate for even a moment now that everything had been made clear.

“So… you as well, then?" That got a small nod from the vixen, and an eye-roll from the lizard. His line of sight drifted downwards to land on the most animalistic pussy he'd been presented with so far. [Lovander] was oddly human-like as far as genitalia went, and [Tombat]'s feline cunt was offset somewhat by the more anthropomorphised body that accompanied it. Here was a distinctly vulpine spade, much more petite than the glimpses that [Direhowl] had been showing off to him, surrounded by wet fur and glistening with her own lubricants how that her opening was above the waterline.

Before the [Palpagos Islands], Luke would have insisted that there was a process to this. A gradual working up of arousal, a little light foreplay, some sweet words. But surrounded by Pals much more direct in their carnal demands, he'd learned that there wasn't much space for all of that build-up when it came to mating for them. A presented cunt demanded fingers, tongue, or cock – and quickly as well. Though…

[Foxparks] was blushing adorably. Of course, it would be impossible to see heated cheeks through crimson fur, but a blush was how Luke interpreted her scrunched up expression, watery eyes, and pressed down ears. His inner sadist couldn't help but revel in the feeling of empowerment that came with having his beloved partner in such a position. Frankly, it made him want to bully her a little.

He was her Master, and in this final surrender, his ownership had become complete. Why shouldn't he take his time with the body that belonged to him? The presented outer flesh was jet black, and he'd noticed before that there was a slight sag to the petite vulva normally. Though, aroused, her small spade had puffed up and stiffened, the different presentation of her equipment making it clear precisely how much she wanted this. The Y-shaped folds were already gooey, the consistency of her femslick different enough to the water to make it clear that it was her own lubrication.

Luke reached forwards, taking control of her lower body as [Lovander] released the bottom half of the little vixen to him, his appraising eye now granted further insight as he held her from below, palms at either side of her tail, his thumbs up between her legs to spread her, presenting both holes. There was a small flesh nub at the tip of her vulva, the pointed corner of a fold that gave complete coverage to a small and quite embedded clit. He never would have been able to see it at all without spreading her wide, gifted with the view of two pink openings as his thumbs sank into jet outer skin.

He'd heard once that during heat in canines, it wasn't just the cookie that swelled up, but the undertail as well, but there wasn't much sign of that – perhaps by virtue of [Foxparks] being so small with such a tightly configured body. The flesh was pudgy, and he took his time appraising her, delighting in how his eyes on her body seemed to deepen her blush, until her forepaws came to block her face entirely. Cute. [Foxparks] was cute. Ash was cute. He should get used to thinking of her by that name.

And wet, too. For such a little thing, there was an abundance of femcum streaming over his thumbs. Thinking about it – perhaps she produced so much lubricant precisely because she was a small species. Much like a feral fox in appearance, she was a little larger than one might expect at around half the size of a Human, made exotic by her expressiveness and the elemental flames at her paws and tailtip. If Pals could interbreed, then it would be one hell of a task for her to even partially accommodate one of the larger ones if not for a hell of a lot of slick.

He pressed his thumbs together and then drew them apart, the press and then draw of her folds presenting him with the lewd sight of a thick string of femcum snapping before his eyes as he looked into her insides. This little cunt belonged to him now, and he couldn't deny that he'd been hoping for this for a while. Maybe eventually, [Lovander] would present every Pal of the camp to him like this. Well, that wouldn't be so bad. Not at all.

A twitch and gasp revealed sensitivity, and despite her clear embarrassment for his thorough examination, she made no move to stop him. Her scent had deepened to the extent that from this close it overpowered even the pheromone infused [Hot Spring] water, each intake of breath carrying with it a musky arousal suffused with a strange heat that lingered in his sinuses. How was it possible for 'warm' to be a smell? Determined to find out if it was a taste as well, Luke leaned forward, set his mouth to her canine pussy, and delved deep with his tongue.

[Foxparks] writhed in [Lovander]'s grip, the lewd lizard seeming to be enjoying the view of her Master eating out Ashley, “That's it, Master. That pussy is all yours. At the very least, you can reward this hopelessly in love little whore with a good fucking." She cackled, leaning back and relaxing, “Yes, from today on, she's your newest cocksleeve. This pervert has been making such a show of running away every time you mate us, only so she can hide and watch. I cornered her once and talked about you fucking her undertail which she forced out an egg for you, and that puffed up little animal cunt twitched and went sloppy with the thought of it. There's a proper little whore buried somewhere under all this fawning cuteness, I guarantee it."

The vixen moaned, her attempt to find the words to rebuff [Lovander] defeated by a probing tongue, her legs flailing upwards impotently. The lizard was far from finished. She'd tormented Ashley plenty over the weeks since the camp had turned carnal, and made sure to pay careful attention at every depraved kink that the lovestruck vixen pretended not to have, “I wonder how many fucktoys this devoted little whore is going to birth for you? I heard you muttering over there about needing a dozen. Well, what's the point in wasting [Pal Sphere]s when you've got a perfectly good womb-slave right here? Don't you want to have daughters that raise their tails and beg for your cock? Sons that have been trained to cum at the taste of your seed?"

[Lovander] took a deep breath and exhaled into the night, delighting in the depravity. Pals were born full-grown and implanted with racial knowledge from the moment of hatching. When it came to chasing mates with the best attributes, incest didn't mean a thing – but it did come with the most delectable sense of taboo. She'd lost count of how many eggs she's pushed out herself that were sired by her brother, though as the strongest [Lovander] around, that was his right to have of her. If not for the [Level Sync] of the raid, he never would have lost to [Eikthyrdeer]…

She licked her lips, unable to resist whispering some poison, “An egg is a sign of love, isn't it? Why not deepen that affection by raising up your offspring to lust after the cock that sired them?" Her own breath quickened to the fantasy, “Oh, that is what I want in my depraved utopia. I want to watch you cum while pushing out an egg. I want to watch you train your son's and daughters to be precisely the same sort of love-addled slut as their mother. That's the other side of all of your wholesome pining. You want to give your Master everything, don't you? If you can't work a furnace as fast as an [Arsox], then line up with eleven more Human-owned [Foxparks] sluts, and do it together!"

Ashley whined and bucked her hips upwards, restrained by the quadrupedal configuration of her body as pleasure had her twist and writhe in her Master's grasp. She'd always thought that her first mating with her beloved Human would be wholesome and intimate, but the perverted [Lovander] was dragging out every one of her half-realised fantasies, crooning absolute depravity into her ear while she drowned in pheromones and squealed with pleasure. Something inside her was breaking, the dam behind which all of her messy feelings bubbled away.

It was true. Somehow. Her feelings towards her Master were a pure and wholesome love. But also, the twisted carnal desire of a closet-pervert. Everything that [Lovander] was saying made sense. Why shouldn't she surrender to the moment and see where the current took her? Why shouldn't she be selfish with her desires? Why shouldn't she birth a whole harem for her Master to fuck? Why shouldn't she hold back for even a second longer?

Her orgasm was a squirting torrent of femcum, the intensity of the pleasure peaking to the thought of having the honour of presenting her first daughter to her Master in much the same way that [Lovander] had given her up. Yes. That's what she was for. A cocksleeve for Master, completely devoted to him, just like every Pal that belonged to him should be, “Please! Ah! I want to be pregnant! I want to give you eggs! Please! Master!"

Of course, it was impossible for a tamed Pal to get knocked up without the use of [Cake] – another mysterious rule of the [Palpagos Islands], but that fact would hardly stop her fantasies from running wild, “I want to be your favourite! No – I want us to be your favourite! Me, and all of the offspring you'll mate out of me! I want to give everything to you! I'll be a good girl! I'll raise our daughters to worship you! I'll train our sons to get weak at the knees at the sight of you!" Anything. Anything to make him stay. No. That was just an excuse. She wanted this. The taboo fantasy whispered into her ear aligned so well with her tastes that she came to yearn for it from the depths of her soul, “Please! Knock me up! My womb is all yours!"

[Lovander] almost scoffed. Wasn't saying that sort of line a little cliché? After all of the whining and introspection was done away with, it turned out that Ashley didn't need much of a push at all to tumble into absolute depravity. The most wholesome member of the camp, and at the same time, probably the furthest fallen pervert of them all. She grinned. Well, so far. She had high hopes for [Eikthyrdeer]. And some revenge against the aloof [Direhowl] wouldn't go amiss either! That bitch needed a good shaming.

Luke was deaf to it all, savouring the [Fire Type] taste of his conquest as he continued to cleave the puffed-up lips of her vulpine cunt with his tongue through the duration of her orgasm. The flavour was different to the other Pals again – not as musky as [Neutral Type], lacking the adrenaline-like rush of [Dark Type], her [Fire Type] essence had a dull heated spice to it that warmed him to his core. Here was a cunt he would happily eat until his jaw ached, and he saw no reason not to now. After all, with Ashley's body supported by the water, he could make use of her buoyancy to more easily position her lower body, his thumbs spreading her lower lips to allow deeper access to the slickened pinkness of her insides.

“He's really going for it. I'm jealous…" [Lovander] pouted, “First a name, and now he's eating that second-rate little cunt of yours like he's starving for it. You'd better be serious about working hard for him as a good little womb-slave, or I'll be quite displeased." She wondered how much of that the small vixen was even processing, the blissed out Pal moaning and bucking her hips as her beloved wrestled her haunches down and devoured her pleasure, “You're going to need some training. It took a while before [Leezpunk] could take a full mating without fainting halfway through, and [Tombat] was the same. For such a meek little guy, it's funny that [Cremis] is the only one beside me that can take superior Human cock like a champ…"

It only took one arm to support [Foxparks] against her shoulder, and her free hand had long ago slipped into her maebari to twist long fingers into her own needy cunt. This was one more step towards her depraved utopia, one more piece of the fantasy come to life. Though, she must admit… it was strangely unsettling to see lewdness balanced with wholesomeness so well. The little vixen had accepted both her pure love, and her dark perversions, and despite the contradiction, there was a fulfilment behind the pleasure. Ashley was happy. Really happy. And [Lovander]… was jealous.

No. She must be mistaken. It wasn't like she was in love or anything, too. That would be insane. She lived only for pleasure. Love was just a thing she used to manipulate fools like [Foxparks]. The lewd lizard shook her head and buried the feeling. Again. Whatever this sensation was, at least she was still capable of killing it. Though, it was getting harder every time it surfaced.

Her Master looked about satisfied, finally drawing back from his prize and licking his lips. Luke had eaten plenty of Human pussy, and while the process was similar for Pals, he must say that he preferred them. Perhaps it was something about the exotic configurations? Or maybe the strange flavours that underwrit the usual muskiness of femslick with the oddly elemental taste? If he finally encountered another Human on these islands, he might have to put it to the test.

Careful to support her little body, he pulled himself up to his feet, advancing to drape his cock over her abdomen. He'd well above the Human average to work with, and the mass of his masculinity looked truly lewd when set between the helplessly skyward quadrupedal hindlegs. There was no heat projected from her flaming tail, but it had come to drape around his thigh as if hugging him, eyes glazed with pleasure blinking into focus as with a small nod [Foxparks] made her intentions known.

But, [Lovander] shook her head, pulling the little vixen away with a sigh, “Fool. Don't you know anything? You can't fuck a canine cunt face to face. Well, not until she's more practiced anyway. Angle of insertion matters here." The Human didn't understand a word she was saying, but didn't resist as a creature much more experienced into exotic mating set Ashley's forepaws over the side of the [Hot Spring], grasping the base of her tail and holding it high in invitation for her Master, “There. You'll have to fuck [Direhowl] the same way too… actually, don't. That bitch to struggle a bit while you fuck her insides into the shape you like."

“Thank you." Caught up in the moment, this wasn't something that the little vixen had thought of, and she was grateful to be placed into a position that would make her first time more comfortable. Though, she could gasp out no more than those words of gratitude before Luke set the head of his cock to the puffed-up vulpine spade that had become his property, and slowly began to press forwards. To her small body, he was enormous, the pressure of his maleness bludgeoning its way impatiently to her core, knocking at the gate of her womb before even being fully hilted, there was only a small resistance before he penetrated her absolute depths.

Her gasp of pleasure was a victorious one. Of course, he'd managed to fuck her womb on the very first stroke. That was where her Master's cum belonged. That was where she was going to make him eggs. That was where his harem of whores was going to be birthed from. And the knowledge that her body was so perfectly in tune with her fantasy was enough to have her little paws scrabble at the wooden sides of the tub as a sharp and core-deep orgasm wracked her small body. Yes. This is what she was for. If destiny existed, then she was overjoyed to have been born with the fate to one day become the womb-slave of her beloved Master.

[Lovander] had abandoned her completely now, her Master supporting her lower body as the water kept her buoyant, grinding his hips deep as he got used to the velvet heat of her cunt. The man gasped, delighting in the heightened temperature of her [Fire Type] depths, and the grateful squeeze of his cock that told him she yearned for it. His body pinned her tail to her back, his arms wrapped around her form. It didn't take much strength to take complete control of her, and the Human was able to use his Pal as if she were nothing but a toy, a masturbatory aid for him to sink his superior cock into.

Well, since he owned her, why shouldn't he satisfy himself? He wanted her badly. He hadn't entirely realised how much he was yearning for her until this moment came. His first Pal, who had rescued him from the beach he'd washed ashore on, kept him warm with her flames, been with him through thick and thin. There was a depth to their relationship that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Though, such deep thoughts were unbecoming when he'd a writhing slut on the end of his cock demanding satisfaction.

He drew back his cock, and the tightness of her vulpine spade about him had her puffed-up cookie stretch outwards a little along with the withdrawal lewdly, the thrust that followed invoking a splash of water and a slapping noise as wet skin met soaked fur. It was scarcely audible over the sound of the nearby waterfall, but that it could be heard at all spoke volumes of how sloppy this grateful little pussy was to be mated by a superior Human cock. The vixen yowled, her whining not unlike [Tombat] when he punished her, tinted with the same mad pleasure.

It was a similar pleasure indeed, tinted with the pain of a womb-plundering fuck that stretched her poor little cunt wide. It wasn't that Ashley liked pain at all. But the sharp heat of a ruinous mating felt like affirmation, the claiming of her body by her Master, the domination of her womb, and the sealing of her fate as the mother of his future harem. In her mind she fantasised about the calming words she would whisper into the ears of her daughters when their father fucked them just as deeply, the advice she would give her sons when their throats bulged with the cock that owned them.

Well, she'd have to learn how to suck cock herself first if she was going to do that. Maybe [Lovander] could give her some pointers? Or maybe she could coax her Master into forcing her muzzle wide over that wonderful Human cock, and she could learn as she went?

The lewd slapping of her pussy would have been a shameful noise to her ears if she still had her senses, but caught up in the mood, she felt nothing but pride that her body was so reactive to her Master. His precum was like lava in her core, her femslick adulation for his efforts. Would he pump enough of his essence into her to have her belly swell as a taster for the pregnancies to come? She hoped so. She wanted to present him with her glazed cunt leaking white, her tail held high to show off the results of their mating. Perhaps the other Pals would become jealous? After she'd spent so long cursing her inadequacies and deeply jealous of them, they deserved a little payback.

His fingers curled into the downy cream fur of her chest, grasping for deeper purchase as he leveraged her weight and fucked her like a toy. Every thrust bludgeoned her core, scraping at the inside of her womb, slamming the breath out of her lungs and ruining her stamina. Too big. Too hard. Too much. But she didn't want him to stop. It was hard even to dream up fantasies as conscious thought started to flee, the only thing left in her mind the pleasure of the moment, the fulfilment of completion, as the Master that she had come to be so completely in love with claimed her body. It was all his. Her gift to him. And every egg she forced out would be another present to follow.

Luke growled, marshalling his strength. The water may have taken most of [Foxparks]' weight, but it made his thrusts sluggish when he didn't fight against it, demanding his every effort if he were to give his Pal the thorough mating that she deserved. And she did deserve it. Of all of his Pals, Ashley was his favourite to dote on (not that he'd ever admit that out loud, lest he cause a melee), and he wanted to fuck her beyond satisfaction. There was a wonderful empowerment to fucking his Pals insensate, after all.

His orgasm was long in the making, built on the foundation of arousal from when he had lapped at that exotic cunt, now coaxed forth by the velvet grasp of the pussy he owned. His fingers burrowed into her fur, nails biting at her flesh as he came hard and deep, his body jolting as thick ropes of vulgar Human cream bloated the little vixen, an unreasonably prodigious load giving her belly the slightest swell.

Well. He could hardly stop there. A Human cock may lack a knot, but with a cunt so tight and a womb so availing, he could barely skip a beat in rut, Ashley crying out in another pawtoe-curling orgasm as he painted her insides white and kept going. [Lovander] moaned as well, fingering herself to a mirrored orgasm as she watched the show play out. It was fitting for the pregnancy-lusting [Foxparks] to achieve a climax of her own at the moment that her womb was pumped full of cum. Maybe she would become addicted to the feeling. The lewd lizard hoped so. A wholesome whore, lovey-dovey with a creamed cunt, it was a wonderfully paradoxical existence.

By the time her Master reached his second orgasm, she had collapsed in his arms, yet her body shuddered in another climax to match his despite the lack of consciousness. By now her abdomen bulged, still far short of the gravidity of an egg, but far beyond what was reasonable. Cumbloated and satisfied, Luke dragged her from his cock, cradling the vixen in his arms above the water, and with a slight grin, turning to the side to show off a gaped vulpine spade to the lewd lizard that had made this happen.

[Lovander] didn't hesitate for even a moment, leaning over and dutifully engulfing that ruined cunt in her maw to capture the downpour of Human essence. The sleeping fox moaned as her tongue slipped into those Y-shaped folds, lapping at her depths to drag out more of what she craved. To a [Lovander], it was as the sweetest nectar, and she offered no resistance as her Master placed his hand at the back of her head to hold her there. This was a show for him, after all.

She wasn't entirely thorough with her efforts. With such a messy load so deep in her womb, [Foxparks] would probably be leaking evidence of her mating for a while, and the lewd lizard thought it a nice initiation for the other Pals to bear witness to that. She eventually fell back to relax against the far side of the [Hot Spring], licking her lips with delight while her Master set down his charge on the [Wooden Platform] and picked up his tablet from atop the pile of clothes he'd left behind.

He turned immediately to her status page, idly reading off, “[Foxparks], revealer of paths: It is unskilled at controlling fire from the moment it is born and tends to choke on the flames it breathes unintentionally. Foxparks sneezes are one of the leading causes of forest fires." Luke smiled, finding it quite suiting, “Ashley. That's the name set." He then looked across to [Lovander], an idea forming, “While I'm at it, maybe I should name you, too."

That got a rather gleeful look in return, and he quickly brought up her page on his tablet as well. Her level was capped, synced down to his own and highlighted in red. Whatever it was before her capture, he couldn't guess, but it had been red the whole time that he'd had her. Just how strong was she, really? Well, that wouldn't get an answer anytime soon. He relaxed back against the wall of the [Hot Spring] and gave it some thought, “I don't want to pick something perverted or degrading." He smiled at her, “You're more than just a fuck to me, you know?"

Damn. Why did that line make her heart flutter?

“Though, you're certainly not vanilla…" His head tilted, “Oh, I like that. Vanilla! Rather than naming you for what you are, let's name you for what you aren't! For some reason, that feels fitting... There – I've entered it." He blinked, looking up at last, “Uh… why do you look so angry?"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to Cyril Dran for checking in with me when I was a while between uploads, for the help with [Direhowl], and being an awesome dude - and for the name, Ash(ley)! Cheers to CapitalC for the wellwishes, cheering on [Foxparks], and for the name Vanilla! Thanks to NoNoNope for the support and cheering on the hot tub sex. Faust Feran for the bro that'll eventually have to show up (soon, if I can get the thing I want to work!). And Montisaquadeis for the nudge to Pal multiples (maybe a bevy of Foxparks to come - and another thing, too!). And cheers for Johnnyd1988 for the nudge for more Pokemon stuff, too! Thanks as always for every fave, vote, watch (almost at 500!), comment (especially), folder sub (40! woohoo!), and every last read as well. I've had a pretty busy month, but it's because of your support that I'm able to sit down and power through these stories. I hope that you enjoyed this one, and I hope you enjoy more to come!

This entry was a while coming, and I'm sorry for the wait! I hope it was worth it, with the wholesome Foxparks tumbling into depravity as her inner pervert shines through a bit. It was a little unexpected for me, as I thought her entry would be quite tame - but after Lovander whispered a little poison, things got wild quickly, and as these stories are streamed out, I accepted it and ran with the additional kinkiness. When she comes to her senses, she's going to be in for a time! I'd hoped to do Direhowl this time, but hit a bit of a wall. As people were asking for her, I think I'll break tradition a bit and see if I can do her next rather than a male. Then, all that remains in the camp unlewded is Eikthyrdeer and Alpha Chillet!

As for my questions to you all this time - firstly, please give me more names! if possible, I want to use names chosen from the comments for all of the Pals, and am really grateful for those that have been suggested so far! Also... on the subject of Pal multiples - I want to do a scene where Luke has captured six of a Pal in a spree. What would be a good Pal for this? What would be a good mix of sexes? All male? All female? An even split? Luke has access to a good bit of the East side of the map now, and isn't far from that volcanic region with all of the low level Arsox and Wixen milling around. It might be nice for him to head West, too. Either way, by the time he's at the point where he's doing this mass catch, he'll probably be around lvl20, but if you have a good idea, we can play around a bit with that number... Oh, and a good set of names for the six Pals would be nice, too! Finally - what is in the egg he found? This can be anything. I'm counting on you all!

Thank you again for indulging me with this series. I very much hope that you're all enjoying reading it. Please stay safe in the heat, and don't get caught up in anything dangerous. I'll work hard on the next piece and hope to deliver it to you a little quicker than this last one was.

Have a most excellent day.