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The elevator went all the way up to the twentieth floor without an incident. No one else even bothered to use the elevator. Nick found himself in a luxurious penthouse suite.

He stepped out to survey his surroundings. If this place was empty, he could live here unnoticed if he couldn't escape. A creature straight from myth sat in a chair eating food, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He never thought he'd find a dragon here.

"It's not nice to stare." His voice lingered on the s sound.

Nick ran towards the elevator, hoping to escape.

"Leaving so soon?" He grabbed Nick with his tail. "A naked furball trying to escape. Oh, and a remote. Interesting."

"I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll be on my way. This never happened."

"What changed? You were staring, for quite a while too. With that collar, you're not going anywhere."

Nick gulped. He knew how much the collar could hurt.

"Tell me why you were staring."

"I couldn't believe you are a dragon."

"Follow." The dragon went to the nearby closet. He was looking for something in a wardrobe full of pink clothes far too small for him.

Nick got a closer look at the majestic creature in front of him. He was less impressed now. The wings were fake, but what was he? He didn't know.

The creature inspected multiple clothes that seemed identical to each other. He tossed some things out. "Put these on, vixen."

"I'm not a vixen."

"Everyone weaker than me is female."

"That's not how the world works."

"It's how my world works."

"I don't understand."

The creature approached him. He wrapped his foot around Nick's cock. "If you don't admit you're a vixen, I'll rip this off. Say it!" He started counting down from ten.

"I'm a vixen," Nick said.

"Glad we cleared that up! Now, you need to look the part."

Nick put on a bra. It felt wrong to wear something for females. He put on pink underwear next then the skirt.

"Perfect. You look much better."

The creature wasn't subtle at all putting various sex toys and bondage equipment into a bag. Nick had a good idea of where this was going to go. But for some odd reason, he took care of the remote too. Wrapping it in protective plastic, and attaching a ring to it. Nick could carry the remote using his tail now. It was oddly considerate. The ring could also be clipped to his collar.

"Follow me." The creature led him to the elevator. He never took the fake wings off yet.

Nick couldn't resist touching the wings. They were made of silk and the creature didn't even react, further confirming that they weren't real.

They went down just one floor. The creature went from door to door, looking for anyone present. Most rooms were empty.

"May I help you?" The otter opened the door after a knock.

"My vixen is looking for some interesting books to read. Would you like to help?"

"Let me check my bookshelf."

The creature made his way in. Nick followed. He still had no idea what the creature was, only that it wasn't a dragon.

The otter had some fantasy novels in a drawer. "Would these help?"

"Not those books."

"Then?"

"Present your tail. Everyone has a story they can tell."

Nick said, "I'm not into that."

"And I thought we worked out our disagreements earlier. Would be such a shame." He tackled the otter. "You won't be able to call anyone."

"I wasn't going to." The otter lied because he was scared.

"Present your tail."

The otter took off his pants and raised his tail.

"Sniff."

Nick lowered his nose to sniff. It was musky, but beyond that, he couldn't tell much.

"Tell me a story."

Would the creature be satisfied with that? Nick sniffed again, trying to think of something he could use. "He had insects for breakfast."

"She. Don't make that mistake again. Restart, and properly this time.

"She had insects for breakfast," Nick said. It was a foolproof bet. That was all anyone in Zootopia ate for every meal.

"Tell me where she works."

It was wrong, and he shouldn't do this, but it was the one otter he did know. If Emmitt was a florist, maybe she was, too. If anything, it raised the odds. The creature couldn't have known either. "She's a florist."

Nick's heart pounded as he waited to see if the creature would accept his lie.

"That's all you can read? A smell is worth a thousand words. I want to know everything about them."

Nick sniffed the otter's tailhole again, inhaling his scent. It didn't matter if what he said was a lie, the creature didn't know. He tried his best to concoct a believable character. Nick spun a fanciful tale that he hoped the creature would accept.

"Is there anything else?"

Nick shook his head.

"Thank you for your time."

His lies worked.

The creature guided Nick out of the room. He searched for others. It was a relief that there wasn't anyone in the rooms. The scent of the otter's tailhole lingered on his nose. Someone left the door unlocked so the creature went in.

A rabbit was whimpering, bound to a bed. She couldn't speak with a gag in her mouth. Her tailhole was full of cum.

"Read." The creature commanded.

Nick lowered his nose close to the rabbit's tailhole but not close enough to get him a nose full of cum. He sniffed.

The creature was unhappy so he shoved Nick's nose against the rabbit's tailhole. Nick sniffed again, cum ended up in his nose.

"A tiger and his friends raped her." Nick had to be ambiguous but yet true with his story. "Her life before arriving here had no meaning."

The cum in his nose made it harder to breathe. Despite how much he sniffed, he couldn't clear his sinuses.

"Can I go wash up?" Nick asked.

"We don't have time for that."

"I can't read them well if I don't."

"Nonsense. Others can. Do not lie to me."

Nick just had to deal with it. He hoped that the creature would get bored soon.

A tiger stepped into the room. "You again."

"Is that the way to greet your betters?" the creature said.

"My apologies. I spoke out of turn."

"Let's see what you have been up to. Present your tail."

Nick sniffed the tiger's tailhole. "She was out exercising."

"That's it?" the creature said.

"She went to the beach for a vacation last week."

"You're keeping the story to yourself like a greedy pig. Might as well make you look the part."

"I'm not a pig."

"Then prove you can stop acting like one." The creature brought a bag with him for a reason. He looked inside for proper accessories. He attached some nose hooks to Nick, giving him a piggy appearance. He wrapped the accompanying leather strap to his tail. The strap forced Nick to raise his tail at all times.

This getup was very uncomfortable. His tail pulled against the hooks in his nose, as if either his tailbone would break or the hooks would pierce his nose, ending in a bloody mess. The pain made him cry. "I'll go better, please take it off."

"You're lagging behind."

The creature attached a leash to Nick's collar. If he wasn't going to walk fast enough, the creature would drag him.

Nick walked on all fours as best as he could. "This skirt feels in the way."

The creature led him down one floor to floor eighteen. They searched the floor, but it was empty. No one was there.

This hotel had low occupancy rates.

Nick was able to improve his speed walking on all fours and lessen the pain he felt. He no longer felt that some part of him was going to break.

His luck couldn't hold out forever. The sixteenth floor had an occupied room. The creature knocked. A lion opened the door. "How can I help you?"

"I'm trying to teach my pig how to read. Do you have any books?"

The lion slammed the door in the creature's face.

"We better check elsewhere," Nick said. "He doesn't want to help."

"Fucking stupid pig. You couldn't recognize a lioness."

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake. It won't happen again."

"I've just the solution for that." The creature went into his bag to retrieve a chastity cage. He put it on Nick.

This accessory wasn't uncomfortable at least.

"Now, let's see what we can do about this." The creature punched the wooden door open.

The lion called security, "Send help!"

"No one's coming to help you. You were too busy to help us because you were playing a shooter? Violent video games are bad. Lionesses shouldn't be wasting time in the world for males."

"I'm a lion, you maniac."

"Is that so?"

The creature easily overpowered the lion just as he did Nick and since the lion fought back, Nick heard bones snap. The creature broke his arm by stomping on it. And just like what he did to Nick, he gripped the lion's cock with his foot. "This comes off so easily, lioness. Wouldn't you agree?"

The lion said, "Please, don't."

"Say what you are."

"I'm a lioness."

"You know your place. Now, where are those books?"

"I – I don't have any. I'm sorry."

"Piggy, is she telling the truth?"

"I can't find any," Nick said after searching the room.

The creature zapped Nick. That chastity cage could deliver shocks. "Read, you worthless pig."

The first shock was painful enough. Nick said, "His tail isn't raised."

"Her tail." The creature shocked Nick again. "Lionesses obey."

Seeing inaction from the lion, the creature broke his other arm.

Nick never experienced such intense agony before. "She fainted."

"Tell me her secrets."

Nick had to undress the lion himself so he could sniff the lion's tailhole. The nose hooks were somewhat in the way. He couldn't get his nose as deep as before. He sniffed, inhaling the lion's musky scent. It was strong and horrible.

He conjured up a fanciful tale, hoping it would satisfy the creature. "She wasted her time playing video games while on vacation instead of seeing the sights or visiting places."

Another shock came, and Nick screamed like never before. "You always keep the good parts to yourself. You fucking greedy pig," the creature said.

"Can you show me how it's done?"

"Gladly, stupid pig."

Nick thought the creature would sniff the next mammal they met but instead, he used the computer. The creature opened up Zootube, for him to watch. It was episode one of Investigator Howl.

Nick watched the show with the creature. It was even live-action. The main character was a wolf, and any time he needed information, he found a way to sniff someone's butt. A dream sequence would play, conveying what he learned.

"Excuse me, is there any trouble?" a tiger said.

"None whatsoever. The lioness was clueless."

"Of course, Prince Auvirum. We're always grateful when Komodo dragons visit."

"I insist that you join us. Come watch."

They continued watching the Zootube video. The wolf in the first episode already sniffed three different butts.

"You need a male wolf for that, not me," Nick said. He thought that was the least confrontational response.

"Nonsense." He navigated to an episode in season two. This one showed a vixen doing the same thing, sniffing butts, and learning things. "That's what I want you to do."

How was he supposed to convey to a violent creature that this wasn't real life? He got a better understanding of what the creature wanted. With confidence in his skills, he said, "I understand now."

"We have a tigress for you to read."

Nick sniffed the tiger and tried to conjure an elaborate story to satisfy Auvirum. He took even more sniffs, carefully inhaling the tiger's musky scent. There had to be some truths he could spin into the story. His tale took over ten minutes.

"Stop being a fucking pig. I thought you wanted to be a vixen again." Auvirum punished him with a nasty shock.

It was the best story he could tell. He couldn't do any better.

"Anyone could see that this tigress made a fatal mistake. She dared to call me a Komodo Dragon."

"That's what you are," the tiger said.

"Wrong. I am the dragon destined to inherit the world, and you will atone."

The tiger called for backup, "Auvirum out of control."

"I sentence you to death."

"Fake winged freak."

Auvirum bashed the tiger with his tail. His foot cracked the tiger's neck. Nick was powerless during it all. And he feared that he could be next. There was nowhere for him to run. Auvirum killed a security guard just like that.

"My wings are real," Auvirum said. "My wings are real!" he shouted as if it would make it the truth.

Nick could only nod.

Auvirum left the room as if nothing had happened even though he killed someone. Nick followed because he had no other choice.

He went to another door and knocked.

A wolf answered the door.

"My pig wants to prove that he could be a vixen. Do you have any books to read?"

Nick wanted to avoid any more confrontations. He said, "By books, he means your tailhole, and by read he means I have to sniff it."

"Don't see why not," the wolf said. "Sniff away."

Nick sniffed the wolf again and again trying to run the time out. The tiger called for additional backup, so someone should arrive to save him. He kept sniffing, greatly surprised that Auvirum hadn't told him to tell a story yet.

"Reading carefully now," Auvirum observed. "That's the way. You can't get by with just skimming."

Nick inhaled more of the wolf's musky scent. Whenever he told a story, he was sure he would receive an even more painful zap to the balls. His stories were never good enough, and what Auvirum wanted wasn't even possible in real life.

It was as if his wish had come true. "Princess Auvirum, what are you doing here wasting your time?"

"Getting to know our subjects, daddy."

"I see. I need you back home."

"Okay."

Nick saw Auvirum's father also sporting giant wings as they walked away together.

"Ahem," the wolf said.

"He's gone," Nick said.

"You're going to give me a rim job or I'm going to report you for trying to escape."

Nick said, "The Komodo dragon brought me here."

"But do you think they will buy that?"

Nick shook his head and sadly started rimming the wolf. If they found out he was trying to escape, he'd probably end up with even worse punishments.

"That's a good bitch." The wolf patted his head. "The pink skirt is a nice touch."