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The peak of the [Plateau of Beginnings] was a great stone façade to a mostly hollow mountain, the summit crowned with a crumbling watchtower, and the interior lined with the ruins of some ancient and long-forgotten structure. These remains were impossible to interfere with, indestructible and immovable, they were beholden to the strange rules of the world within the mists which defied any attempt to make lasting alteration to the environment. Stone arches skirted the inner walls, meandering walkways linking up a series of platforms that followed the cliffs down to a small, isolated beach. Sheer rises divided this space away from the rest of the region, with an opening gateway overlooking the gentle northwestern descent of the [Windswept Hills] serving as the sole point of ingress – unless you were of a mind to scale the mountain or had stamina enough to endure a lengthy swim around it.

Hidden away behind the stone bulwark, quite the construction project was currently underway. The placing of a [Pal Box] established a domain confined horizontally, but with no vertical limit; and the distorted physics of the [Palpagos Islands] allowed great structures to be supported by even a single [Stone Pillar]. After determining all of these rules to be true beyond doubt, Luke had gotten a little ambitious with his creation, and what was supposed to be a simple fortress built sturdily enough for the [Rayne Syndicate] to take one glance and decide that it wasn't worth the trouble of assaulting was now a multi-layered castle town.

Holding up the tablet presented a holographic projection of whatever he had in mind, and every option to be found under the Foundations tab could be constructed instantaneously. After a little trial and error with the cornerstone, it hadn't taken long to build up the scaffolding of a corkscrew of stone platforms that allowed one to travel from the base of the interior all the way up to the watchtower of the summit. Every amenity of his base camp had been replicated here, with each platform serving its own specific purpose; there were spaces marked out for crafting stations, resource nodes, leisure and bathing, and more – and since he'd ended up getting so carried away, he'd also built enough homes along the winding route to house several dozen people, and there were a few Pal dormitories dotted around as well.

The majority of the furnishings and miscellaneous fixtures were still yet to be completed, holographic outlines of them hanging in the air, and Luke had long adjusted to the new reality of being able to summon these structures into being through the nonsensical act of simply dropping to a knee next to them and pounding away with a mallet. Where did the mallet come from? Who knows. It would appear in his hand when he interfaced with a construct in the same way that a frying pan would materialise out of nowhere every time that he decided that he wanted to make use of a [Cooking Pot]. So long as he could leverage the ridiculous rules of the [Palpagos Islands] to work to his benefit, he didn't think there was much point in worrying about them too much.

[Katress] observed her Master between bites of raw [Lamball Mutton], the phantasmal feline rather amused by how much effort he was putting into the frustrating looking task of perfectly lining up the edge of a [Wheat Plantation] to the [Stone Foundation] he was placing it atop. She didn't much like the idea of tedious work like that. [Katress] yawned, feeling that no good meal was quite complete without a catnap to accompany it, even if they did still have quite the mountain of tasks yet to be completed. Leaving the lions share of the work to that bimbo fox, [Wixen], felt like a victory, and she prided herself on being audacious enough to consider having a little sleep in plain view of her Master just to spite her rival.

The two of them had been served up as tribute to the [Rayne Syndicate] only to be pilfered by their Master at the final moment, and she couldn't say that she hated the idea of life as his possession, even if that did mean doing a little work every now and again. Her short stay in the lewd utopia of the cliffside camp allowed her to glimpse the sort of paradise that awaited her as his servant. All of her needs would be tended to, and she would be able to live very comfortably; all that she had to do for her Master in return was a little [Medicine Production], and to spread her legs for him every now and again. Well, that second bit was entirely optional, but she'd quickly reached the conclusion that becoming her Master's favourite was the most efficient route to securing for herself an even more luxurious lifestyle. Then, she would rub it all in [Wixen]'s stupid face!

Still, mating with the Human must be quite enjoyable for all of those other Pals to be so obsessed with him. As his belongings, it was only natural that they all surrender to his desires, but that collection of perverts were practically falling over each other to have their turn with him! She huffed into her shawl, trying to make sense of it. Her first thought had been that the debauchery could all be traced back to a simple abundance of [Lovander] pheromones, but a little universal horniness couldn't even begin to explain the levels of whorish devotion in that camp. She had even seen an [Anubis], a species known for being noble and austere, pressed against a [Wooden Wall], whimpering pathetically as his Master fucked the cum out of him.

Sights like that were common in the cliffside camp, and the pecking order seemed to be entirely determined by who was most intimate with their Master. She swallowed as she recalled that glimpse of the [Anubis] being mated into ruined submission, a little colour called to her cheeks. [Katress] had always found her own breeding instincts to be something of an annoyance, and time wasted masturbating to quell those urges could be far better spent one-upping her rival. Or sleeping. But watching her Master bring that jackal to a quivering bitchgasm had awoken her curiosity. That wasn't sex for procreation, nor could she really call it an expression of dominance leveraged to put an unruly lesser male in his place. It wasn't pleasure for the sake of it, either…

She couldn't quite decide what it was. But she knew that watching had left her so aroused that for perhaps the first time in her life she had masturbated by her own will and not simply to subdue her breeding instincts. Quite stealthy by nature as a [Dark Type] Pal, she had observed a few other encounters – though most enjoyed watching him with other males and had gravitated her spying towards them. The [Leezpunk] was especially vocal, degrading himself fiercely as he rode his Master's cock. The little lizard had managed to spot her in the gloom with his keen nightvision, but the presence of an audience seemed only to spur him on all the more, his impotent seed immediately gushing forth to make a lewd wet patch on the front of his hoodie.

The other two males also each had their own unique approach to pleasure. [Alpha Chillet] seemed to treat it all like a game, playful and affectionate with his Master at the start – but by the end so cumdrunk that the cuddly frost noodle would make the most ridiculous requests for the Human to breed him and get him 'boy-pregnant'. What did that mean? [Katress] had no idea, but judging by the absolute mess of his gaped slit and the complete sublimation of the draconic cock residing within it, their Master was giving it his best effort.

[Cremis] served as a living cocksleeve for the Human, an owned toy that had entirely abandoned his sexual agency to serve the pleasure of his Master with all of his being. Though, a rather gleeful [Lovander] had waxed lyrical of late that his tastes had started to evolve, and now he prided himself on the sorts of activities that could push his status as an object to the limit. The feline had secreted herself away in a corner one evening and been gifted with quite the show of him being pumped full enough of his Master's seed to have his belly bloated, with a gentle squeeze enough to make him drool the Human essence that had completely corrupted him.

She licked her paws, clearing them of any remains of the [Lamball Mutton] and not at all using the motion as an excuse to cover her face and conceal what she imagined was quite a lewd expression. If she let [Wixen] see her looking like this, then she would never hear the end of it. It was going to be hard enough already to be about her work while hiding the inevitable result of these meandering thoughts, her crotch a wet mess of soaked fur. Maybe it would be worth sneaking into one of those half-finished houses for a good cum and a catnap? No. Her absence would surely be noticed, and she had a habit of dozing off after an orgasm. What if she was found with her thighs and paw matted with femslick, snoring away soundly? That bimbo vixen would surely torment her, and as for her Master…

Maybe he'd give her the breeding she'd been denying herself all her life?

[Katress] pulled up her shawl, keeping all of her face covered save for a slit beneath the brim of her hat to see through. That [Lovander] had negotiated a deal between her and [Wixen], a battleground where they could settle their hostilities for good. It wasn't about seducing their master first, it was about seducing him best, and each would take their turn in the attempt. Whoever scored highest in his affections was the winner, and if she wanted to properly defeat her rival, then it would probably take a little more than just raising her tail for her Master and beckoning him onto her back.

Well, that was half of it. The other half was that she'd always just dealt with her arousal with her paw and had all of zero experience with sex. What if she was bad at it? That bimbo vixen had probably spread her legs for tens of Pals. Maybe even hundreds! No, thousands! But, [Katress] had jumped in and accepted the challenge as soon as the lewd lizard had issued it, affirming before [Wixen] could even open her mouth. It felt like another victory in her favour, and she'd felt quite smug about it before the reality had set in. Why couldn't it be easy? It should be easy. She was smart. Kinda. She was motivated. Sometimes. All she needed to do was apply herself, and she'd seduce that Human no problem – then she could laze around all day being doted on by him while she lorded it over [Wixen].

“Nyahahaha…" She cackled into her shawl, the idea of defeat far from her mind. So what if she was a little inexperienced? If she wasn't confident in her own performance, then there was an obvious answer. All that she had to do was wait for [Wixen] to make her move and then fuck it up for her. Then, even with a lacklustre showing, she would win by default! A win is a win! Who cares if it's cheap? Sometimes, she was astounded by her own genius. She absolutely was not an idiot when it came to literally anything except magic, and anyone that dared to ever suggest that would face her [Shadow Burst]!

One platform higher up in the multi-tiered corkscrew of buildings and amenities that formed the castle town, [Wixen] was taking a little break of her own, watching her Master work on the central keep while she tucked into an extra-hot [Lamball Kebab]. That lazy cat below was clearly dragging her feet, and the vixen felt a glowing sense of smugness as she compared her mental tally of how many constructs each of them had completed. In her mind, finishing the majority of the work all by herself was a perfect demonstration of her superiority, and she thought it a victory. In fact, she had so much of a lead over her rival that there was time enough for her to get to plotting her greatest win of all: The seduction of their Master, and her selection as his favourite. Then she would put that mangey feline in her place once and for all!

She was grateful to her Master for intervening before she could be presented to the [Rayne Syndicate], life as his possession infinitely more desirable than one as a disposable pawn for those thugs. It was natural for Pals to yield to their Alphas, the weak bow to the strong, and if a Human held your [Pal Sphere] their power over you was complete enough to usually trigger that instinct, even if that meant becoming a miserable slave to a hated Master. The cliffside campsite presented to her an intriguing case of the end point of wilful submission, in which sexual surrender had completely bound those Pals to their beloved Master in the form of a sort of debauched dependency. The [Lovander] called it a lewd utopia, and she was entirely right.

It stimulated her thirst for knowledge, her proactivity a trait which set her apart from her slovenly rival. It had always infuriated [Wixen] that she had to work so hard to compare to [Katress]' natural talent, but she was determined not to lose a single step. She would research this mystery in full, leveraging it to her advantage, and then she would brag about her findings shamelessly, making clear the vast gap of intellect between the rivals! To that end, she set about observing the camp Pals, determined to get a leg up in adapting to this new environment and take her rightful place at the top of the pecking order.

From what she could tell, that pecking order was determined solely by their Master's affections rather than any combat or work proficiencies, which seemed to [Wixen] to be quite a vague way of deciding things. By what criteria could one possibly judge who their Master held in most esteem? The Pals had invented all sorts of metrics, one fight was won by [Foxparks] over [Direhowl] when the little vixen had presented a more voluminous creampie leaking from her spade than that sported by her peer. She'd managed to enjoy victory for only a few moments before the merciless canine buried her muzzle in her slightly gaped pussy and forcibly lapped up the contents. Though, despite the endless jostling for position, there didn't seem to be much real animosity involved.

[Wixen] closed her eyes for a few moments, thinking back on that memory and swallowing down the last of her [Lamball Kebab]. Would her own vulpine spade look like that after she surrendered to her Master? She'd watched him mate [Foxparks], the little vixen moaning out some fantasy of birthing him a whole harem that she'd raise up to be his subservient cumdumps, addicted to the cock that sired them, and just thinking about it had her cheeks heating up in response. Not only mating, but breeding? Birthing? It was the first time that she'd thought of such things as a matter for enjoyment rather than an unfortunate biological necessity.

The [Direhowl] was quite aggressive generally, but the picture of obedience when her Master gave out his commands – especially when those commands were to roll over and beg. No matter how much he mated her, she always seemed to be in need of him, her lewd canine spade a little puffed up and quick to exhibit a wet sheen from the moment he drew close enough for her to catch his scent. [Wixen] had a suspicion that if ever the man were to order her to cum, she would probably orgasm on the spot. And it was highly likely that a second climax would come soon after if he rewarded the first one by calling her a 'good girl'.

Apparently, she was currently in a grace period when it came to [Tombat]'s pranks, though [Wixen] didn't trust that at all and still maintained a constant state of wariness around her. She often played tricks on the other Pals, and then would brazenly reveal herself as the culprit in order to enjoy her Master's 'punishment'. To [Wixen] it seemed a pretty roundabout way of going about things, though the Human always obliged her, bending the feline over his knee for a stern spanking, or restraining her in a state of denial while she ate his cum from the seeded cunts and leaking undertails of other Pals. He seemed to have no shortage of inventiveness for sexual torture, and [Tombat] was always thirsty for more of it.

[Eikthyrdeer] had surrendered to her Master only recently, brought back into the fold to return to her old position as a matriarch of sorts to the Pals. She was always concerned for their wellbeing and mothered them all endlessly – the Human most of all. She doted on him with her body, and the man seemed to be quite fascinated with her teats especially, indulging in them as if fondling around her underside was the most sublime form of stress relief to be found on the whole of the [Palpagos Islands]. As for the doe, her cervine pussy would stream out squirting femgasms without him ever needing to touch it, her crotchtits endowed with such ruinous sensitivity that toying with them alone was more than sufficient to drive her wild.

And finally, [Lovander]. She was the shameless whore that had pitched the idea of [Wixen] and [Katress] settling their rivalry in a carnal contest, and before she had been able to think of some clever way of getting out of it, that stupid slut of a cat had jumped in and affirmed the idea! Of course, there was no backing out then, and from that moment forth, she had spent every moment she could spare in the cliffside camp slyly questioning and observing the female Pals to try and pick up some pointers in pleasing their Master. Because she didn't know where to start. Being a virgin, and all.

Of course, [Katress], that loose slut, was more interested in spending time amongst the male Pals. She was probably very disappointed to find that they could barely even hold an erection without their Master around! Too bad for that shameless whore – she'd always bragged that she could bag any male, so was certainly replete in experience. As for [Wixen], she had only ever pretended, producing in contest an even greater list of past lovers, all of which lived east of the [Frostbound Mountains], and you wouldn't know them, so stop asking!

Still, she'd found observing the sexual surrender of all of these other female Pals to be a lot more stimulating than anticipated. [Wixen] could easily envision herself in place of each of them, and through them could vicariously enjoy proclivities that she didn't quite have the courage to entertain for herself. Sometimes, she was [Foxparks], offering up her little vulpine spade and begging to be impregnated, and sometimes she was [Tombat] tied up and roughly fucked under her tail as punishment for some provocative misdeed.

Her fantasies had already been sufficient for her to have made quite the mess of her crotchfur, and she would have to be careful to not let [Katress] notice her state of arousal. Maybe she should slip into one of the finished [Hot Spring]s and use the water as a cover to take care of herself? A little masturbation was how she had always quelled any breeding instincts in the past. No. If she took such an extended break from her work, there was the possibility that the lazy cat might overtake her on tasks completed, and she absolutely would not allow that slut to sleepwalk into the lead.

Though, the only contest that really mattered was becoming their Master's favourite, and [Wixen] thought herself smart enough to invent some sort of criteria that would allow her to definitively prove to every Pal that she was her Master's number one. What was most important was making sure that her first time with him was better than [Katress], and that was less of a matter of being a good lay herself, and more of one of absolutely ensuring that the mangey feline tanked.

She chuckled to herself, certain in her victory, “Fyufufufu…" She had never mated before, but she was certain in the theory at least, and that had to count for something! This would prove once and for all that hard work and determination beat natural talent every time. No matter how much experience [Katress] had, [Wixen] was not going to lose! Rash!? No she wasn't! And anyone that ever said that she had a habit of jumping to conclusions could eat her [Flare Arrow]!

And so, the two Pals made exactly the same plan…

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Luke sighed into the dusk, leaning back on his [Wooden Bench] and basking in the satisfaction of a job finally done. Or rather, done for now. He'd built a [Power Generator] and installed some [Lamp]s, but without an [Electric Type] Pal in his team to supply energy, was forced to resort to placing a series of temporary [Mounted Torch]es around the castle town to keep the darkness at bay. That would need to be optimised sometime soon, and there were plenty of other small adjustments and upgrades that he would have to make in the near future, too. Thanks to the façade of the mountainside, light discipline was no longer a concern, and he found it quite pleasant to sit outside with the night descending about him without worry for the pitch dark confounding him or the risk of a flame giving away his position. With only Pals and Humans permitted within the mists, there were no swarming insects to bother the man either.

His gaze drifted upwards, following the corkscrew of platforms leading to the summit. He had been a little worried that the hollow mountain might feel somewhat oppressive as a living space, but in the firelit gloom it felt more snug to him than anything else. Homely, even. Behind him was the stone wall of the central keep, the most heavily fortified building found at the base of the core pillar. It housed a secret that he was rather proud of: Beneath it was hidden away a single [Stone Pillar] which served as the keystone of the whole castle town, and if he were to use his tablet to deconstruct it, then the entire settlement would collapse into its constituent building materials.

He didn't imagine that he would ever have cause to do such a thing, but Luke was the cautious sort, and these sorts of failsafe measures were a second nature to him. One could never have too many aces up their sleeve, and with some of the risky moves he had in mind, there was every chance that he might have to play one or two of them. The [Rayne Syndicate] were an existential threat to him, and another chance encounter with Beryl recently had left him informed that the group were out for blood, the search led by a brutal [Syndicate Hunter] and his accompanying [Daedream]. They'd no idea that Luke was behind the [Raid] on their compound, but it was probably only a matter of time before someone glimpsed him exploring and thought to examine the possibility that the mysterious stranger poking around [Marsh Island] might be behind things. Building up this castle town was one half of his countermeasure, as for the other half – that depended on how well the islander girl could sell his idea to her chieftain.

He closed his eyes stretched out his body, the [Stone Wall] of the keep serving as his backrest. It was probably about time to start thinking about heading back to the cliffside campsite for the night. He was still a few levels short of being able to craft a [Fine Bed], but with a Pal or two to cuddle with, he could hardly call his current sleeping arrangements lacking. Who would it be tonight? [Leezpunk] seemed to dictate some sort of roster, but it was completely indecipherable to Luke. Though, before he could make his move, a weight settled to his side – and another quickly joined on the other.

[Wixen] grinned smugly. Everything was going according to plan. She'd waited until she was sure that her Master was finished with his work, and then made her move to approach him in full view of [Katress], knowing that the feline Pal would immediately rush ahead. Just as predicted, the opportunistic cat had taken a spot at his side as well, timing her movement to his stretch and sidling close to allow his descending arm to naturally drape over her shoulders. Bold. But not bold enough. Just like last time, she had jumped in to try and undercut the fox, but with her move made, it was easy for [Wixen] to now one-up her.

“If you want to win against me, you need to have some real guts!" She proudly declared as his other arm naturally fell upon her shoulders as well – but she made sure to guide her Master's hand to have it land atop one of her breasts, making careful eye contact to convey that it was very much intentional. That certainly got his full attention, and earned her a hearty snarl of frustration from her rival, “Fyufufufu! The first point is mine!"

Luke did his best not to look too pleased at this development. After nine Pals having already thrown themselves at him, it wasn't entirely beyond his expectations that [Katress] and [Wixen] would follow suit, a little conceited though that thought may be. Some strange instinct in him said that such a thing was his right, even. But he hardly anticipated something like this. According to the [Paldeck], these two Pals were quite hostile to each other, and as [Katress] now wrestled his hand into her chest as well, his danger senses began to tingle. Two Pals that clearly hate each other approaching him at the same time? And by the lightning between their glares, it was clear that he was the one that they were fighting over, too.

Not that he hesitated for even a second to shamelessly grope them both.

If the two of them were going to offer themselves up to him like this, then he was hardly going to turn them down, and he made clear his commitment by slipping his hands into shawl and robe to enjoy more direct contact. The experience of the last few months with a whole camp of Pals to keep satisfied had him quite used to immediately slipping into a lewd mindset, and he was as responsive to their overtures as he was for any other horny Pal. Two voices in a language unintelligible to the man responded with their own little surprised gasp, though neither resisted him. And as a certain something became rather obvious, now it was [Katress] that grinned victoriously.

“Nyahahaha! It looks like talent isn't the only spot where you're lacking!" It wasn't that the vixen's offering was particularly small, simply that the cat was particularly large, her lewdly presented chest substantial enough for her Master's fingers to vanish entirely into as he toyed with her, “It looks like you picked the wrong battlefield! Maybe you should just give up already?"

[Wixen] suppressed a shameful blush, her approach having backfired completely. She'd been so sure in the success of her initiative that this obvious counter to it had failed to cross her mind even once. Now, the score was even. Or perhaps she was even behind. No. This wouldn't do at all! It was time for the proactive vixen to again seize the lead over her slovenly rival!

She slipped from her Master's grasp, only realising that she had been panting for breath when she had brought herself to her feet to stand before him. Truth be told, she was terribly anxious about this. Only the gaze of her adversary gave her the steel necessary to take such bold action. She liked this Human. That was something that she had managed to make her mind up about rather quickly. If it were only her, then she probably would have approached her surrender to him in a much gentler fashion. But, to lose to [Katress] would be unforgivable! Her competitive nature gave her the courage necessary to cast off her robe, the garment pooling at her feet as she stepped out of it. Though, she kept on her wide-brimmed hat, pulling it down slightly to hide her face. She was still too innocent to be able to show off her body to a male without an obvious blush.

Her trembling body was exposed to her Master, and she could feel the pressure of his gaze, drinking her in, taking stock of what he owned. She stood on digitigrade legs a little shorter than him, her fur milk-white and fine to the touch, though her fluffy tail bore a more ashen shade and her paws, both fore and hind, were dark as coal. Her azure eyes were hidden by the brow of her witch hat, and she bit the lower lip of her short muzzle nervously. About her neck and around the ears protruding from her headwear were tufts of flame-like orange and red that could be defined by no other word for Luke but 'cute'. As for the chest that he'd been enjoying fondling up until that moment, she was certainly sizable, with a fraction more heft here than [Lovander]. With no mane to conceal them, lewdly stiffened rose coloured nipples were exposed completely, and between her legs was a coal-coloured spade.

The distinctly inhuman femininity put him more in mind of [Foxparks] than [Direhowl], this vulpine pussy hardly puffed up and protruding at all, though her need was still quite obvious. A nearby [Mounted Torch] made clear a sheen of arousal, and closer inspection made apparent that the fur of her inner thighs was also soaked. Her fantasies had continued through most of the afternoon, and it was her own overflowing need which had led her to choose right now to make her move on her Master. It was hard for her to quite decide at this point which desire she needed serviced more keenly – the throbbing desperation of her empty womb, her instincts surrendering to the male that owned her, or the voice of her pride demanding that she some out of this carnal contest on top and rub that mangey cat's face in her victory.

[Katress] was not going down without a fight. Her Master had stopped groping her as [Wixen] unveiled herself, and that bimbo fox commanding his attention like this could not go unanswered! If she paid a little more attention, she might have noticed how anxious her opponent was, or perhaps read beyond their blush to the realisation that the other female, whom had bragged about just as many sexual conquests as her, was also a nervous virgin trying to brazen her way through her first time. But, the feline was not quite so insightful. All that she was thinking about was how to upstage this annoying vixen!

She as well slipped from her Master's grasp, pushing her rival aside to share equal space in front of him. In her opinion, her layered robe and shawl was infinitely more stylish than [Wixen]'s drab outfit, and she made a small show of unveiling herself from them. Well, except for her witch hat. Her rival probably kept hers on because she was trying to be cool or something. That was her thought as she pulled the brim down to cover her own face and hide identical embarrassment. She'd decided to entrust herself to him completely, her instincts telling her that crossing the line of carnal surrender would make her his in full. It was his right to own her, after all – and her heart yielding to this was the source of her profound state of arousal. It was the first time that she had ever been attracted to a male before, and her pride demanded that she have him lust after her as well. All the better if he did so in a greater measure than for that bimbo fox!

Her core fur colour was more of a turquoise blue, and in height and form she was similarly configured to her rival. The ends of her limbs and the tip of her tail were dipped in white, and her claws briefly flexed in a nervous twitch in response to her Master now levelling his gaze against her. Her form was sleek, and the [Dark Type] Pal lacked any bright and eye-catching tufts, though the hair-like fur flowing down to her shoulders and the cute flick of feline ears held a different sort of allure. She'd closed shut her crimson eyes, her shorter muzzle open to reveal a glimpse of her tongue as she panted her need. After being groped so lewdly by her Master for a while longer, it was much harder for her to hide how worked up it had gotten her.

Breasts that fully eclipsed her rivals in size were a source of pride for her, and she distracted from her flustered state by sticking out her chest. The erect pink here was an identical shade of that sported by the vixen, though a little less stark against her blueish fur. Her feline pussy was more subdued as well, mostly concealed by the fur of her groin but given away by the sheer abundance of leaking femslick. Her thighs were a wet and matted mess already, and her legs trembled slightly as the heat of her need settled in her core as throbbing arousal. For her, nudity felt like a much deeper exposure, the shawl which normally concealed her nape and the lower part of her muzzle feeling especially absent.

But, determined not to lose, she showed herself off for her Master, stood alongside her rival that was doing the same. His attention was clearly split, but that was by intent. Luke could be rather sharp at times like these, and it didn't take a genius to see this for the carnal contest that it was. It left him with something of a quandary. He knew that the camp Pals squabbled over him, but considering the obvious history between these two, this felt particularly significant. His instincts told him that allowing one to win over the other would be a bad idea, but manufacturing a draw between them would be rather difficult as well. One misstep and it would look cheap.

He took a breath, his own arousal pushing him towards a vague solution. Experience told him that Pals were quite responsive to a dominant Master, and he was sure that with enough power and pleasure, he could wrangle them into playing nice. Or at the very least, keeping their rivalry in the bedroom. So, Luke resolved to breed them both into mind-broken submission. They were going to get along whether they liked it or not!

Meekly, they had returned to his sides, and now his hands were free to roam over exposed fur. He took his time with them, focusing first on [Katress] while idly groping her rival. The feline basked in the victory of going first, “L-looks like I won the appeal! Do you think you can beat these boobs with your weird-looking ladyparts? Nyah!?" His hand had settled around the back of her neck, and the smallest pressure there had her whole body spasm in pleasure. It was this oddly vulnerable spot which most completely demonstrated her submission, his grasp there a seizure of her surrender to him.

She wanted to press her paw into her needy pussy, but resorting to masturbating herself would be humiliating when she was in the midst of trying to show herself off to her Master. Instead she settled for rubbing her thighs together, teasing her little feline cunt with the meagre friction she was able to generate. But that resulted in a truly whorish moan that sent her rival vixen sniggering, “You harlot! I bet Master is so disappointed by how easy you are with that lewd body of yours! The only thing you've got going for you are those stupid big boobs! I hope your back aches!"

A little arcane power provided enough levitative force to ensure that would never happen. Her Master knew that he had found her weak point, and didn't hesitate to capitalise on it. He looped his arm around her, returning to lewdly fondling her chest, capturing the stiff pink peaks of her breasts between finger and thumb and rolling them into iron-hardness. He then leaned over in full, and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. A kiss. And then a bite. It was more stimulation than the feline virgin could handle, pleasure cascading into her instinct to surrender to the male that owned her. Her body was forced into the throes of orgasm, and she lost all decorum immediately, casting wide her legs to press her paw against her squirting cunt in shameless masturbation.

“Nya! Nyah!" She whimpered her catlike moans, riding out the waves of pleasure. It was an entirely new experience for her, a climax grander than any she had ever had before, and yet her instincts told her that this was nothing but a prelude. Her womb throbbed, her breeding instincts flared in full. It would be impossible for him to impregnate her without them sharing some [Cake], but such logic was unable to find purchase amongst her kaleidoscope of desires. For just a minute, she forgot about [Wixen], her rival since the day that their eggs had hatched side by side. The only thing in her thoughts was her Master, and her soul-deep need to surrender her body to him. She needed to be fucked. Mated. Bred. Until her core was marked by his essence, her whole being claimed as his own.

And then the moment passed, and rational thought returned. The furious motions of her paw slowed and then stopped, and the heat of absolute humiliation pressed against her cheeks with even more intensity than the blazing hot arousal of her gushing pussy, “NYAH!" She seized the brim of her hat with both paws, pulling it down to completely hide her face, her rival's cackling resounding in her ears. But, [Wixen] would not be laughing for long.

Considering how alike these two Pals were, Luke had a feeling that the vixen would also have some sort of ruinous weakness. In fact, such spots were hardly a rarity for him by now – [Eikthyrdeer] could be brought to squirting femgasm by the fondling of her teats, and [Leezpunk] forced to a quivering bitchgasm from nothing but the heft of his Master's cock filling his maw. If anything, it would probably be stranger for a Pal to not have some sort of carnal vulnerability. [Katress] had been easy to find hers from the quake of her shoulders and slight cringe of her neck when she removed the shawl. [Wixen] though… he might need a little more time for her.

His attentions turned to the vixen while [Katress] recovered, and he found her breasts to be quite a bit firmer, despite them only being a little smaller than her rival. Her white fur made everything a lot more prominent, and she rewarded his efforts with a little whimpering moan as he made sport of her. In Luke's opinion, breasts were king. As big as [Katress], or as washboard as [Tombat], the swinging teats of [Eikthyrdeer], or the abdomen-lining offerings of [Foxparks], no matter what the form, he couldn't get enough of them. It was one of his greatest worries that his male Pals might notice the obsession (they had, and it was a source of tremendous anxiety), and the man indulged himself shamelessly at every chance he got. It seemed ludicrous for mammalian Pals to have them at all, considering they all hatched as full adults from eggs – but he was beyond thankful that it was the case.

Pulling back from a tangent that might have led to him fondling the two females for half of the night, he returned to his search for erogenous zones. Not the breasts or the nape. She had responded with quite the jolt when he blew into her ear, but being so vulnerable beneath his attentions that seemed only natural. His hand roamed her body, the [Fire Type] hot to the touch with her inner warmth a degree of intensity greater than [Foxparks]. She was a little more toned than [Katress], though he was not so boorish as to make obvious that he had noticed that. The cringing kitten might implode entirely if he did. But just as this thought was crossing his mind, his fingers had trailed into the fluffy fur of her tail, and this time it was the vixen who gave voice to a whorish moan.

Got her. By lifting her brush he forced on her the same sense of exposure that [Katress] experienced when having her nape laid bare, and Luke applied a little pressure to the small of her back as he made a sweeping motion and seized her tailbase in full, “Fyuah!?" Hers was a keening whine, and legs that had long been rubbing together in a mirror image of the burgeoning arousal of the feline now parted to show off a vulpine spade grown significantly more pronounced in appearance. Small and tidy, but puffy with need, her coal-coloured cunt was slightly splayed as she spread her legs, revealing a little pink within.

She lacked the discipline to not bring her own paws to it, but after watching [Katress] surrender to reckless abandon, the deliberate act of masturbation now felt even more humiliating. What else could she do? Her Master wasn't going to touch her. If he was allowed to continue, then she would face the even more shameful outcome of being brought to orgasm by nothing but the stroking of her tail. He drew her brush up along her back, and his forceful raising of it levelled upon her a ruinous sensation of vulnerability. She felt laid bare and exposed, her body something that her Master was making clear that he would not abide having hidden from him.

Of course, she had no right to conceal anything from him. He owned her. Her eyes glazed as her paw drew ever close to her spade. There was a strange sense of relief to it, the knowledge that she belonged to her Master settling in her core, removing the weight of agency from her shoulders. Her instincts demanded that she surrender to the tide, and for a time she forgot everything except that feeling of submission. The furnace of her core raged into an inferno, breeding instincts flaring as her animalistic cunt twitched and the deepest reaches of her womb throbbed with shameless need.

And then he squeezed hard at her tailbase, and before she had even managed to touch her desperate pussy, she was brought to a wailing femgasm. Pleasure called her to the same humiliation of open masturbation, her legs spreading as wide as she could muster as she ground her paw against the flesh-nub shielding her clit, the flexing pink of her insides shown off completely to her Master – and to her sniggering rival as well. “FYUAH!?" After riding out the waves of submissive pleasure, she was recalled to reason by the same indignity she'd only a short while ago been cackling at herself. And true to form, she responded in the same way, dragging her hat down over her face to hide away the sheer mortification of it all.

No. She wasn't like that lazy cat! That nuisance that had coasted through life on natural talent for magic, and now thought that she could seize their Master just by having developed a lewder and more endowed body! It was time for [Wixen] to show off the endpoint of hard work and to snare her place as their Master's favourite for herself. So, she pulled off her hat and cast it away, moving herself into position on the [Wooden Bench] beside her Master.

Her head was away from him, pressed against the seat, and facing the Human were her hindquarters. She had adopted the mating position of feral creatures, face down, ass up, her legs slightly parted, tail swaying enticingly, and on full view for him was the puckered pink of her undertail and the wet mess of her vulpine spade. He was staring, and that made her grin. Capturing his attention like this was her first undeniable victory, and one which [Katress] would not be able to usurp any time soon. This was her turn.

“Whore…" The feline muttered, still too embarrassed to peek out fully from beneath her hat. Her heart was more fragile than she had expected, and she was surprised to find herself unable to measure up with the vixen when it came to rolling with the punches. She still needed a little while to get her bearings, but at least had the reassurance that their contest was not about who mated with their Master first – but who did it best. She grit her teeth, “Don't think you've won… you dirty tailbitch!"

Hardly a creative insult, but it was enough for [Wixen] to respond with her own nonsense, “Napeslut! What sort of pervert gets off over neck stuff!? At least my weak point makes sense- Fyuah!?" The argument was interrupted by her Master slapping his hands down onto her outer thighs, his thumbs taking their place at either side of her bestial cunt and with the lightest pressure, he drew her open. His gaze here felt distinctly humiliating, but the arousal of being objectified in such a way was enough to make her whimper her pleasure, a little femslick leaking from her presented opening.

Luke was quite intrigued. From what he could tell of this canine-style genitalia, the formation of it was suited to quadrupedal creatures being mated in the traditional way. It certainly made breeding [Foxparks] and [Direhowl] missionary style interesting, as pressure over the top of his cock was wonderful stimulation for him, his thrusts angled downwards when he put them in a position unnatural for them. Though, when it came to a space on a more humanoid creature, an eye that had become quite trained in exotic cunt could see that her insides were not so shaped. In fact, they were more humanlike when past the animalistic vulva.

Presenting herself in this position then had nothing to do with biological inclination. Obviously, she wanted him to play with her tail. Luke would get around to that. For now, he was more interested in drawing his tongue along the length of her bestial cunt, from the protruding flesh nub that covered an embedded clit, until he could part the base of Y-shaped folds. Her scent was like a bonfire, and her taste different to [Foxparks]' heated spice – [Wixen] had along with the feminine musk her own charred flavour. And it didn't take too much licking at her slit and suckling the presented folds of her spade before he'd quite the gushing orgasm to savour.

It wasn't the absolute cascade of [Eikthyrdeer], but it was an undeniably wet climax, forceful enough to have her whimpering and writhing in his grasp, her hands cast back to her thighs to lewdly spread herself even more forcibly for him, beckoning his probing tongue deeper. [Wixen] had forgotten that her rival was even there. The pleasure of having her tail manhandled was ruinous, and this playful oral almost as womb-clenchingly potent. It would be impossible for her to write off mating as an inconvenient instinct after this. And no mere masturbation would be enough to tend to these new needs.

“Please… M-Master…" She whimpered pathetically, “I need you…" Her hips raised up shamelessly, everything on display for him, twitching undertail and dripping cunt, “Please breed me… I need you to breed me!" Excitement turned the drawl of her begging into desperate shouting. The heated throb of her insides was unbearable, far beyond her capacity to resolve, and her instincts told her that nothing would do but her Master's cock. She'd seen the state of the other camp females, and now it made perfect sense to her that they could settle a dispute by showing off that their creamed cunt housed within it more of their Master's superior Human cum than their peer.

He had moved, straddling the [Wooden Bench] beneath him as he took position behind her, opening up his casual [Cloth Outfit] to level the heft of his cock against the heat of her vulpine snatch. He didn't need to understand Palspeak for her request to reach him. [Wixen] steadied her breathing, one conscious thought remaining in her head amongst the tides of pleasure. Her Master was about to take her virginity. No. How could he take something which had always belonged to him? How could she even say that she was offering it when she was already his possession? The confusion snapped her into clarity. His cock was draped against her spade, and at her side, watching it happen, was her rival. [Katress] was watching her lose her virginity. In a great thrust, she was speared on the end of his cock, and before the watching eyes of the feline she'd spent her whole life arguing with, she came so hard that she forgot how to breathe.

[Katress] swallowed, unable to look away, watching that vulpine pussy stretch around the enormity of her Master's cock, her femininity gripping at his shaft as in his first stroke he bludgeoned the gates of her needy womb. Her climax was obvious, her whole body writhing, her spasming cunt splattering a mess of femslick against the Human behind her, but it was entirely silent, the pleasure too much for her to even be able to wail her enjoyment. The sound of skin slapping against wet fur at the apex of the thrust, the spatter of her femgasm, it was all ruinously lewd. The sight of her surrender was truly pathetic, the mere sheathing of his cock enough for her to give up all resistance to him, and for [Katress], it should have been an incredible victory.

But she didn't feel victorious. She felt jealous. This shameless harlot, this bimbo fox, How dare she look so satisfied! Her Master pulled back, and the strength of his next thrust forced her to draw breath. His hand had gripped her tailbase, and as a result her expression was not glazed and half-conscious pleasure, but instead a completely debauched countenance, her eyes crossed and tongue drooling, every last ounce of dignity fucked out of her. It pissed [Katress] off. After everything they had been through together, every win and every loss, a rivalry that had never been settled, it looked like this whore had abandoned everything, throwing it all away for pleasure. For their Master.

Jealous. And then angry. But now, a terrible loneliness settled on her. It felt like [Wixen] was going someplace far away, and the emptiness left in her wake was like nothing that [Katress] had ever imagined, “M-move over! Me too!" She spoke the words, but had already moved, slipping underneath the vixen as she lay herself onto the bench below her, face to face, breasts to breasts, cunt to cunt, she grappled the other female into her chest, “Don't leave me alone!"

[Wixen] was too lost in pleasure to even comprehend what was going on, her body entirely on autopilot, she surrendered her weight to her rival as their bodies became entangled, the wet crotch of her rival a wonderful grinding stimulation against her crushed down clit while her Master fucked her with deep womb-plundering thrusts. The seal of her cervix hadn't lasted for even a minute, and Luke was starting to think that the realities of being egg-laying creatures made it quite easy to fuck your way into the core of a female Pal. He couldn't help but wonder if the female Humans were built in such a way, too. Maybe he should try it with Beryl sometime? No. If he got her pregnant then he really would have to give up on escaping from the [Palpagos Islands]. But, if Pals enjoyed a womb-fucking, then he'd grit his teeth and provide!

The stimulation of her innermost gate over the head of his cock was accompanied by a churning heat, one which only intensified when the two females wrapped themselves around one another. He had no idea what the motivation was behind that, but no man would be displeased to see such a lewd vision before them. A bestial cunt grasped at his shaft, the lewd shlicking sound of wet and fierce mating the backdrop to her ruin. Maybe it would be easier to have these two get along than he thought? His first idea had been to just fuck each of them until they collapsed, but now…

“If you want to be a part of this, then fine." He pulled back [Wixen]'s upper body, her breasts swaying in the air before the feline interloper. The indication was clear, and [Katress] froze. Thinking about it, throwing herself into this situation really was her leaping before she looked. Her hat had fallen off, and she probably didn't look very composed at all. What was she expecting to happen? That her Master would mate with her and she would be able to catch up to her rival right away? No. Not when her turn wasn't over yet. And if the vixen finished up her turn more quickly, then all the better.

She swallowed, and for a moment seemed to take in the sight of her rival's body for the very first time. [Katress] decided that she would rather jump into a volcano than ever admit out loud that she found the other female attractive. But, if ever there was a time to experiment with that thought, it was probably now, while [Wixen] was too lust-drunk to even be aware of what was going on around her. She blushed hard, and this time had no had to hide her flush behind. She could feel the peak of that vulpine cunt pressed against her own gushing pussy. Would she feel so satisfied when she received her Master's cock? Would [Wixen] cradle her like this when she did, too?

She took one of those vulpine breasts in hand, surprised to find that the consistency was a little firmer than her own, and her Master let go of his conquest, letting her again drape herself over the cat below. Slowly, [Wixen] was regaining her voice, and with it a little clarity, the amateurish tweak of one of her nipples a sharp poke back towards conscious thought. Her sight had misted over with white-hot pleasure, but the fog was slowly lifting. Yes. It wouldn't do to allow herself to be absent in thought when her Master finally pumped her needy pussy full of his superior Human cum. Missing the instant at which he claimed her to her core would simply be unforgivable!

[Wixen] needed him to breed her. But that wasn't all that she needed. She hadn't realised it until the sheathing of his cock, but she needed [Katress] to see this. It was more than her own surrender that mattered. Anything less than submission in tandem would be to make light of their lifetime rivalry. How could she have forgotten that? You couldn't have a rivalry at all with someone whom you didn't have respect for. She liked [Katress]. She was as necessary a part of her existence as her Master.

Which was probably why when her vision came to focus and she found herself grappling with the feline beneath her, her paw kneading her breast, their bestial cunts ground together, and her look one of misty pleasure, she instinctively pressed her muzzle to the other female in a sloppy kiss. It was an expression of affection for which their muzzled were entirely incompatible, but words could hardly express the smothering heat between them. Her vulpine pussy spasmed in the wake of her orgasm, and the her Master rewarded her devotion to his cock by meeting her climax with his own.

His seed pumped into her battered womb, and the sensation of being filled had her orgasm cascade into soul-deep pleasure, only the grappling squeeze and forbidden kiss of the other female preventing her from lapsing into unconsciousness. For a [Wixen] and a [Katress] to draw so close was a great taboo, one which drew them close to being defective, and it was only the inextinguishable rivalry that existed between the two of them at their core which prevented them from crossing that final line, “Bimbo vixen…" [Katress] crooned against her, “Y-you look stupid when you cum!"

“Slutty cat…" [Wixen] whimpered back, “Jealous I got a womb-full of Master's seed? Fyuah!?" He'd squeezed the base of her tail again, her whole body flexing to the pleasure of it, and the ripple of her bestial pussy along his cock seemed to please the Human enough for him to continue toying with her, “M-masteerrrrrr!" That defeated her composure, bringing a smirk to the face of her rival. [Wixen] may have done a pretty good job of surrendering herself to her Master, but this lewd display could hardly be considered elegant.

She may have been proactive in offering herself, but her inexperience had won out in the end. [Wixen] had never felt this sort of pleasure, and rather than put on a display for her Master that she could be proud of, surrendering herself to him, riding his cock, suckling down his seed and showing him her empty mouth after swallowing – in the end, all that she had been able to do was hold on while he did all of the work. And even worse, she had shown the most shameful expressions to her rival, only grappled into being able to not go completely insane by the touch of another female! It was a loss. But… she was going to make sure that [Katress] lost, too!

Granted, that might be a little hard when her Master was playing with her tail, the girth of his cock sealing his thick and vulgar Human essence inside her bestial little pussy. The shame of her rival's embrace, one which she couldn't help but return, and the presence of the male that owned her, she was already whimpering pathetically, pawtoes curling as she was forced into another piteous orgasm. Was this how all of those female Pals felt? Conquered completely, stripped of dignity and reduced to nothing but fawning womb-slaves?

She hoped so. A future entirely devoted to her Master, the rivalry which defined her now conducted as a carnal contest over him, that was all that she yearned for. The three of the together, forever. Not that she would ever be able to say that out loud. She would rather dive into a stormy ocean than admit that she found [Katress] attractive. Her heart belonged to them both. How humiliating…

The shame only deepened when the Human finally unsheathed his cock, the cascade of his seed and an abundance of whorish femslick pouring from her gaped spade to spatter over [Katress]' abdomen, the mess of their pleasure soaking into her fur. [Wixen] chose to own the moment, “Hah! Of course you're lying on your back for Master! Lazy cat! Since you seem so determined to just spread your legs…" She crawled forward, sitting atop her rival's chest and reaching back to grapple her hindquarters, dragging her legs up and spread, presenting her feline pussy for her Master.

“Nyah!? What are you doing!?" Half-bent over herself, her gaze was filled with the lewd sight of [Wixen]'s gaped pussy, still leaking an abundance of thick seed over her cushiony chest. The scent of her Master's essence so close made her pawtoes curl, and the Human made an amused humming sound as she felt her cunt twitch.

“Too bad. I'm not gonna let you win! Master made a… mess of me! Now you can look at that mess while he breeds you, too!" She announced it proudly, though her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. [Wixen] had never imagined that she would lose her virginity in some sort of shameful threesome with her rival and Master, but the least that she could do was subject [Katress] to the same! No. Maybe there was a win to be had here after all? After the other female had ground their cunts together and made sport of her breasts, she felt like something had to be done to get them even at least. An idea came to mind. A memory of [Direhowl] and [Foxparks].

So, she scooted forward a few inches, and dropped her streaming pussy right into [Katress]' face.

“Nyah!?" She managed only a small yelp of surprise before her sight was entirely blotted out with the wet fur of her rival's crotch, the soft flesh of her bestial spade draped over her muzzle and smearing her cheeks with Human essence thinned out with vulpine femslick. She might have thought about wrestling her free, but the suddenness of the act conspired with the touch of her Master below, and she was forced to ply her sandpapery tongue lest she be smothered completely.

Luke was having the time of his life. It was hardly his first threesome, but it was certainly his most heated. After reading the [Paldeck] and seeing these two show each other such animosity, he'd never imagined that there was something like this hidden underneath it all. They still seemed to be in contest with each other, but maybe with a little more prodding he could enjoy some thorough debauchery with the pair. He liked to abide by the kinks of his Pals, and if for these two that kink was for each other, then he was hardly going to deny it.

Before him was a completely flooded feline pussy, the long buildup of arousal culminating in the fur of her crotch being absolutely sopping wet – a mess made even more severe by the smear of his own seed and [Wixen]'s messy femgasms. Most of her body was exposed to him, though her face was completely buried underneath [Wixen], the other female grinding back and forth as she emptied out her cunt for her rival. Her throat was bared, and with her arms pinned below the vixen's thighs, and her legs in her grasp, she had never been so vulnerable.

All it took was the grasp of his hand against her neck, his palm draped there without even an ounce of pressure, and her pussy squirted a climax that managed almost a foot of air before splattering down over her writhing body. Her whimpering moans were muffled by the spade she was being forced to chew on, and Luke rolled his shoulders as he faced the challenge of bringing her to the same ruin that he'd sent the vixen. Oral had suited the presentation of a lewd vulpine spade, but this more embedded cat cunt required something else.

His hand was set to it, and his first two fingers twisted into velvet heat. Her claws emerged as hindpaws splayed on either side of him impotently, her overflowing honeypot rewarding the undulating twist of his digits with a lewd and sloppy noise. Though, it was probably sublimated entirely for the cat since there were thighs over her ears. Her tail flicked back and forth, and then went entirely straight and quivered through another orgasm, one hand to her throat, one to tend her cunt, he could feel each bob of her neck as she swallowed down the seed she was drinking from [Wixen]'s spade, an abundance of femslick corrupting his flavour, and the vixen above moaning like a true harlot.

Helpless beneath him, she was his to toy with. Though as his possession, it hardly took the grappling of another female for him to feel such power over her. Both of these Pals belonged to him, their surrender absolute, and he would reward their wilful submission by mating them into complete dependency. He would bring them to the same ruin as all of his other Pals, all bowing to their Alpha, devoted to the point that when in his absence, even the cheat of [Lovander] pheromones could produce a hollow pleasure at best. They were his treasures. And after sharing a little [Cake], they would look wonderful with their pregnancies pressed together around his cock. He'd have them kiss and pass his seed back and forth, forbidden to swallow his essence until the moment of their birthgasms.

Luke blinked. Wow. Even with the instinct for domination being pressed into him, that was a pretty damned debauched thought to be having. He pumped his fingers into the twitching female, working her cunt through the overstimulation of climax as he made a game of her pleasure – and all to fantasies of bringing them to depraved submission. He was definitely a pervert. Exotic tastes aside, this was all going a little beyond the pale. But, he had no intention of stopping. He liked these girls. He liked all of his Pals. And as long as they were the ones that were approaching him, there was no reason for him to withdraw from the hedonism of it.

[Katress]' mind swam as the twisting pleasure of fingers was replaced by the heat of her Master's cock layered over her desperately empty cunt. [Wixen] had turned around, making sure that she was able to watch this moment of submission the same way that she had displayed herself to the cat, and knowledge of her eyes upon her had her pussy throb with anticipation. They really were all bound together. She surrendered completely, shamelessly eating out the vulpine pussy draped over her face, feeling like the monotony of lapping away at the stream of Human essence and [Wixen] femslick was the only thing that was letting her stay sane.

But she knew it was futile. She was a lazy cat, gifted with talent, and she had never needed to work hard at anything before. If her Master's cock would bring the strong-willed vixen to such ruin, then she knew that there was no force that she could marshal against it herself. She was being stretched, so wide, her little pussy far less pliable than a vulpine spade, but somehow the slight pain of it all only made the pleasure all the sharper. Every breath she took was against the grasp of his hand, her life belonged to him, and it took only the battery of his first thrust for her womb to belong to him as well.

She was adrift in fantasy, only able to breathe as each womb-plundering thrust of her Master rocked her body into gulping down air past the smothering cunt that had gushed a messy femgasm at the sight of her being mated. Yes. This is what she was hatched for. That was why their eggs were side by side and their lives lived as rivals. All for this moment of shared surrender. They would never stop their carnal contest. It was foolish to even imagine winning when every last breeding began with a clean slate. They belonged to their Master, cunt, muzzle, and undertail. Their breasts were his to make sport of, their wombs his to breed. If he wanted her to eat her rival's pussy, then she would lap it clean of his seed and ask for more, and then spread her own for [Wixen].

The dreams coalesced. What contests could they yet hold? Who could best use their breasts to bring their Master to orgasm? Who could best hold his essence inside their womb through the course of the day? A litany of carnal competitions flashed through her mind, a great many of them poured into her ear by that lewd [Lovander], but the source of the corruption hardly mattered. What mattered was the yowling orgasm she was moaning into this sloppy spade while her feline pussy rippled along her Master's cock.

Every thrust bludgeoned past her cervix, raking out the inside of her womb, telling her body that her innermost depths belonged to him, that this was where he would inevitably breed an egg into her. She yielded completely, sure that she was making the same sort of debauched expression that she'd jibed at [Wixen] for wearing. Not just a cum-drunk semi-consciousness, but the cross-eyed ruin of a mindbreaking pleasure. She couldn't live without her Master's cock anymore – delivered along with the embrace of her rival.

It was hard to breathe. Not because of the hand at her throat or the smothering cunt pressed over her muzzle, but because it was hard to remember to, even when her Master rocked her body with the battery of his cock. But she couldn't lapse into unconsciousness. She needed to be awake to feel the flood of seed pouring into her womb. And when that finally came, she yowled her keening climax. Her Master's orgasm was as copious as always, and she could feel every last rope of thick and creamy Human cum filling her up, trapped inside her by the seal of her too-tight pussy.

“Still alive?" [Wixen] jibed, swallowing hard at the sight of her Master unsheathing himself to a flood of messy pleasure, his vulgar essence thinned by her femslick to flow out over her tail from a gaped pussy, “Well- Fyuah!?" She got no further before her Master seized her by the top of her head and forced her down as if bowing, the strength of his arm forcing her face into that messy cunt before her. And she didn't hesitate for even a second before burying her muzzle in it, the two female Pals indulging in eachother in what would eventually become a regular post-sex ritual for them, carried out after every time they surrendered to their Master.

“Sabrina, and Salem." The names came to him as he beheld their ruin, perhaps a little on the nose, but for a magical duo like this it seemed to fit. For a lazy cat like [Katress], it could only be Salem, and for the hardworking witch of [Wixen], Sabrina. Given the way that each was now completely engrossed in eating his essence out of the gaped and streaming pussy of the other, he couldn't help but wonder if they'd even heard him. No, he was sure that they had. The mewling whimpers of submissive Pals was almost a language in itself, and one he was starting to get a bit of a grasp of.

Luke leaned back, taking a slow breath and righting himself. That looked like a tie to him. But, his cock was still hard and the two Pals still conscious. Now that they had surrendered to him, it was only proper that he take his time teaching them thoroughly exactly what submission meant. That was his duty as their Master, after all…

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: After really struggling with Eikthyrdeer, this one just fell out of me. Thank you to everyone that placed a vote! The score in the end was three each, so that makes it a tie. I hope that you enjoyed this outcome! I certainly enjoyed writing it. I had plenty of fun with these two bickering Pals. So, thanks to Saxton, CapitalC, and Advanced CB Master for voting for Katress – and NoNoNope, Vulcan21, and Cyril Dran for voting for Wixen! I intended to give it an extra day to try and settle the deadlock, but after I got started, the whole rest of the story just kinda happened.

Thanks as always for every fave, watch, vote, comment, PM, folder sub, and every last view as well. And special thanks to Forgefather381 for the encouragement and being so quick on the last piece! EWEW for the kind words and support for Lovander's brother. CapitalC for the support – I hope you enjoyed how this turned out! NoNoNope for highlighting that deformed antler that we need to eventually take care of – and for the beginning of the thought that led to the names! Cyril Dran for mentioning side-chapters, which started the idea for me that's probably gonna be the next piece (all of those males are pretty anxious that their Master likes boobs so much – it's time for them to present a unified front!). And TheMemesWantMemes – eventually we'll get to Broncherry Aqua, and I hope you enjoy it when we do!

As for my questions this time… Most important of all, I need some names for Leezpunk and Cremis! These are the two that I want to get sorted in the next piece, so please hit me up with your suggestions even if it's to highlight a repeat of a previous one! I need some outfits for the male Pals, too! I'm on the hook already for belly-dancer Anubis and construction worker Leezpunk, but what would best fit Cremis and Chillet? The plan for the next piece is for the outnumbered males to all approach their Master together, and I'm keen to hear any lewd scenarios anyone might have in mind for that – your thoughts always help to get the wheels turning for me, and I really appreciate the input.

Have a most excellent day.