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Roxas fell onto his bare rump, barely managing to catch himself from falling onto his back as he stared at the one who had chased him down.

The naked striped hyena had noticed the man’s presence the moment he had ran into the woods. At first, the muscular, brown-furred cunt-man had thought it to be one of his Master’s enforcers chasing after him. Yet, no matter how much the hyena slave ran, even with his powerful, muscular body built over years of hard labor, the figure was always just behind him.

Until now, so deep into the strange forests that he was certain no anthro would follow him, he had ‌collapsed from exhaustion, his thick, powerful thighs spread to expose the fertile cunt tucked between them, while his barrel of a chest heaved with his powerful pants.

It was all the large, lumbering male could do to keep his blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes lifted to meet his strange pursuer’s stare.

It was a surprisingly tall figure, standing a few inches higher than the hyena. But what Roxas lacked in height, he made up for in bulk, likely giving him an overall edge in weight over the mysterious, five-tailed fox standing over him.

Yet despite his weight advantage, the hyena knew he wouldn’t be able to win a fight. As soon as his gaze caught the vulpine’s eyes with their strange azure glow, he knew that he wouldn’t be fighting another man. The creature standing over him like a victorious lord that had chased its prey to ground must have been the true ruler of these woods—the sylvan fox that the master he had escaped from always warned them about, and who his fellow slaves called in whispers Amoren.

Roxas had just assumed he was a scary story to keep him and his fellow slaves from escaping, but now that he was face to face with the eldritch being, he wished he had followed the warnings...

“Another one?” the mysterious vulpine mused while staring down at the hyena.

Although the fox stood and lorded over the hyena like just another master, Roxas couldn’t help but feel like the sharp blue eyes staring down at him were those of a monstrous beast contemplating just how to devour him.

Roxas attempted to stand back up, but no sooner had he tried than the strange fae’s boot pressed down on the powerful hyena’s chest, forcing the weary escaped slave’s back against the dirt.

“Mmmm. I see why you ran, they didn’t do a good job of disciplining you, did they~?” the kitsune teased, his black lips twisting into a cocky smile. “Although... from how your mind looks, they’d hardly need to put in much effort if they had just tried...”

“F-fuck you,” the hyena wheezed against the additional weight pressing down on his chest.

Roxas willed his arms to move again, reaching for the fox’s leg to shove him off. But, before his hands could reach the kitsune’s limb the hyena froze underneath a firm glare from the sylvan lord’s dangerous blue eyes, and a chastizing ‘uh, uh, uh’ from his lips.

“A slave that would dare to touch its Master without permission? We’ll have to take care of that bad habit as well...” Amor added with a cocky smirk.

‘You’re not my Master!’ The thought reached the hyena’s mind first, but instead of expressing his first, more submissive thought, Roxas dared to utter an even more sacrilegious disagreement. “I’m not a slave—”

“Oh... It wouldn’t have even mattered if you were a free person before you entered my forests, my little plaything. As soon as your foot entered my domain you were mine... it's only a matter of collection~” the fox teased again, before leaning forward to grasp the muscular hyena’s chin.

With but a fraction of the strange vulpine’s deceptive strength, he forced the robust slave’s bicolored eyes to meet his first fierce blues, and at the same time, put more weight upon the striped escapee’s chest.

“But you don’t need to worry... I’m a far more... magnanimous Master than your former owner... You’ll have quite the comfortable life under my control. In fact, you’d soon find the only duty I expect of you to be a privilege...”

As Amor spoke, one of his many tails slid forward, demonstrating a surprising level of dexterity as it slipped between the slave’s shaky legs. The tail drifted forward until its tip tickled against his fertile sex—now sporting a faint sheen after coming in the mysterious fox’s presence, growing more noticeable with every breath the slave took.

“...Especially since your body already seems to already ache for it~”

Roxas gulped, his cheeks and ears blushing despite his best efforts to look strong and in control. But, in front of the kitsune’s confidence and sultry purrs, the hyena found his snout dipping downwards in submission instead...

Especially as those authoritative blue eyes stared towards him. At first the fae fox’s eyes had filled the escaped slave with fear, but the longer he met their stare, the more... inviting they felt. So much so that he found it increasingly harder to turn his gaze away, and increasingly harder to ignore or deny the kitsune’s words.

“See? Isn’t it better to just give in and obey~? There’s no need to pretend with me. I see what’s going on behind those eyes of yours... You don’t crave freedom, you crave comfort and protection, the kind that comes with a strong, loving Master to serve...” Amor continued to speak, every syllable spilling from the fox’s silver tongue laced with pointed meaning and magical beguilement.

Roxas wanted to protest, but... He couldn’t find it in himself to speak.

The fox was only telling the truth, after all... Well, a deeper truth.

He had thought that he ran away because his strength was wasted working on a farm. But, as he stared into those fierce, loving blue eyes, and their azure glint reflected within the sclera of his heterochromatic eyes, he began to understand that what he most wanted was a better owner that would appreciate his strength...

A strong, handsome owner that could protect him, that could satisfy every need he possessed... One that could give his life meaning.

The hyena gulped as the fox’s hand released his chin. Yet despite his freedom, he continued to stare up into the fox’s gaze. He couldn’t find it in himself to turn away from his Mast—the fox’s gaze anymore.

“There’s a good boy...” Amor murmured, and Roxas’ tail couldn’t help but wag in reciprocation to the praise.

For good measure, the kitsune’s ‌freed hand brushed down the muscular laborer’s torso. Dull claws raked through the hyena’s thin fur to rub over his broad chest, all while the surprisingly strong tail between his legs continued to excite his sex with tantalizing grinds.

“See? Doesn’t it feel nice... Doesn’t it feel so good to have this body you’ve worked so hard to build be appreciated by your Master for a change~? I can make sure that you’ll be appreciated, that you’ll never lack the weight of my eyes staring over you with desire~”

Roxas could feel his arousal building by the second. It wasn’t just because of the tail teasing him, or the fox’s words, however. The slave had been too ignorant, and too distracted, to notice, but every breath he took brought the vulpine’s just as alluring scent to his nose.

The strange, electric aroma broadcasted the fox’s virility, making his nose tingle while the potent pheromones within the fragrance expertly fastened one more hook into the hyena’s crumbling willpower; dismantling the false face of confidence he tried to express to match his body, and thus expose the true, submissive core of his personality.

After all, he had worked so hard for his Master’s praise in the past that his body was forged into the hulk of power it was now. It might have been in a failed attempt to be noticed so he could be rewarded with better treatment, but... What was the fox’s offer if not giving him a pampered life of luxury in exchange for all that hard work being appreciated at last?

It hardly mattered that the fox wanted him for his body instead of for his labor... In fact, the more he stared into those pretty blue eyes, and the deeper he breathed the kitsune’s scent, the more and more he was looking forward to it.

“There... Isn’t that better~? No need to hide your true self from me...” Amor spoke with a low rumbling growl.

“You don’t even have to say a word... Good boys like you don’t need such difficult things. You have better ways to ask for what you want anyway, don’t you~? More... proper ways for one of your station~?”

The mask of false bravado within Roxas’ mind stirred at the kitsune’s strange suggestion. He was proud of the words and letters he had learned on the downlow!

The striped hyena’s lips twisted, perhaps forming the first syllable that his initial disagreement wanted to vocalize.

But the word never game...

His reflexive protest wasn’t enough to surpass the growing well of appreciation and desire to submit boiling up from his deeper psyche.

Instead, Roxas leaned back against the ground. His legs spread to expose his cunt to his new owner, whilst his hands came up to his chest. Not to push the leg pressing him against the dirt, but to bring his wrists just underneath his chin—his hands hanging down to imitate how his former owner’s hounds would beg for scraps.

A similar imitated whimper from the large, muscular male’s throat followed shortly thereafter!

“Awww, such a good, adorable boy you are~ See how easy that was~? There’s no need for those difficult words like I said...” the kitsune purred in support, before his foot finally lifted from the hyena’s chest.

It was the chance Roxas had been waiting for to try to escape again... But such desires were nowhere in the escaped slave’s head anymore. Instead, he remained splayed out on his back, staring up with ever-mounting devotion for the fox looking down at him, his hands remaining prostrated underneath his chin.

“...In fact, don’t you think you should just... forget all those difficult words~? Forget about all that unimportant stuff and just be the good boy you always wanted to be... Who you always needed to be...” Amor’s praise-filled words continued, and the hyena found himself reflexively nodding along in agreement.

After all, the kitsune was so much smarter than him, and all the fox wanted to do was care and protect him... Clearly he knew what was best for him then!

Of course, something in the back of the hyena’s mind protested, but it was also one of the first things to go as the fox’s will seeped into his mind—causing his two-colored eyes to be obscured beneath the blue haze of enthrallment.

The confident mask Roxas put on was no more. Right after his false bravado went all those silly and difficult words he didn’t need anymore, each one’s disappearance joined by his eyes becoming glossier, the bright blue glow within them stronger, and his expression more placid.

“There’s a good boy, I knew you could do it~” the kitsune continued to praise him the entire way, rewarding every word he lost with another affirmative rumble.

By now, the fox’s tail had pulled away from the hyena’s weeping, estrus-wafting cunt, leaving the muscular runaway begging with another whimper.

It was all Roxas could do; he didn’t even know the words to beg anymore, even if he dared to utter those arcane and complex syllables!

Strangely, despite his empty vocabulary, he somehow knew what his Master was saying. Or, at least, he understood the tone and commands laced with hypnotic suggestion, as if the greater meaning was being woven across his neurons.

“Oh, no need to be such an impatient pup. You don’t have to wait long at all. In fact, why don’t you roll over, and I’ll give you the treat you’ve been begging for all this time~”

As Amor spoke, his hands moved to unbutton the strange pants he wore, revealing to the sprawled hyena what he desired most: the source of the arousing scent which burned within his nostrils—a fat slab of kitsune cock, glistening with its own fecundity as it towered from the fox’s crotch.

It was almost enough to make the hyena’s gaze tear away from his Master’s enthralling eyes... almost.

But, as much as Roxas wanted to lay there and keep staring, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye... A reminding gesture from the fox’s hand not currently holding his heavy, virile spire aloft to roll over.

The hyena floundered for a moment, caught between his desire to just keep staring and his desire to be a good boy for his new owner...

Before‌ he finally obeyed the fox’s orders and rolled over onto his hands and knees—presenting his needy sex for the fox’s use by lifting his fluffy tail up high. He still did his best to stare back over his broad shoulder, however, trying to keep his Master’s enthralling gaze in sight, even if partially.

“Mmm... Good boy~ Although we can make this easier, can’t we~?” the kitsune chuckled as he walked up behind the shorter yet more robust hyena, wrapping his free hands around the pup’s tail base like it was a leash, yanking it up to line his weeping, fertile lips to his drooling, tapered spire.

“You were such a good boy getting rid of your words... Now don’t you think you should get rid of your thumbs, too~?” Amor’s latest suggestion came with the same familiar, comforting tone... Backed up even further by a nudging press of his dick against his newest toy’s needy lips.

Of course, without words, and without a desire to resist, all Roxas knew was that his Master wanted him to be even better at being loved and protected... A proposal that the hyena accepted with an immediate, and quite enthusiastic, bark!

Which was then promptly rewarded with a firm, demanding buck from his new Master’s hips!

A euphoric whimper simmered in the muscular hyena’s throat, before breaking into an even more enthusiastic howl as the broad vulpine tool wrapped his lips around its girth and ground right against his erogenous spot.

Fortunately, his squat, stocky body allowed him to adequately brace against the firm, claiming thrust, allowing the fox’s hot masculinity to press deep into his cunt on its first press... Let alone all the ones that came right on its heels~

But he could brace better... Something that the hyena innately understood as his hands started to change.

Of course, his attention was far too focused upon obediently meeting his owner’s bright blue eyes to watch them transform—staring backwards with moaning, listless lips as he rocked with every breeding thrust—leaving him only able to feel how his hands shifted.

His fingers became far less nimble, thickening and shrinking into clawed paw-beans better suited to bracing against the dirt with each pounding slam into his backside. His thumbs withered, shrinking into his thickening, padded palms until they disappeared entirely...

Until, less than a minute later, his front side found itself equipped with a set of perfect paws just right for his new life!

His Master truly knew what was better for him, what was right for him!

“There’s a good boy... Almost done now... Almost done with becoming the perfect, adorable pet for me to take home~” Amor chuckled as his hand tightened its grip upon the muscle pup’s tail—almost every word punctuated with the lurid wet squelch of his prick pistoning into its new sleeve.

“We just have to change your entire body now~ After all, wouldn’t it look funny with your hands being paws and the rest of your body not matching~? Besides, you’d look even more adorable, and be even happier, if you were on all fours instead of having to hobble around on just two legs, don’t you think~?”

Once again, the words were incomprehensible to the hyena beyond their praising, doting tone. But the guiding pressure upon his brain by the fox’s will informed him well enough—whatever the fox wanted, it was obviously for his own good!

So Roxas barked happily, needing to vocalize his agreement ‌louder than before, or risk his agreement being missed amidst the constant, whimpering moans being dislodged from his throat with each of the fox’s thrusts.

Fortunately, he knew his Master had heard his acceptance despite his euphoric notes when he felt his flesh remold itself to the fox’s whims, this time extending throughout his entire body, rather than just his hands.

It was most pronounced at his feet where Roxas could feel his soles stretching. Followed by the balls of his feet became hardier and stockier in order to accommodate his weight in the place of his heels. His toes, too, grew in size and scope, forming similar pads to the paw digits at the end of his arms.

Roxas’ knees and the rest of his legs shifted right afterward as the transformation spread through his body. His thighs and calves shrunk to make room for his growing feet—nearly causing the transforming hyena to topple over from his Master’s eager thrusts when his knees lifted from the ground and put all his lower body’s weight upon his new paws.

Fortunately, his forepaws were all but meant for this, keeping Roxas aloft in combination with the firm grip still hoisting his rear quarters up by his tail!

The extra support from the fox’s hand was particularly helpful, as no sooner had his legs finished transforming than Roxas felt his shoulders and pelvis contort and adjust to his new limbs. The hyena’s bipedal stance was forever robbed from him as his shoulders rolled forward, sliding towards the side of his barrel of a chest, whilst his hips followed suit.

Some effects were more subtle than others... or, at least, reserved ‌for his Master’s gaze. Such as how his swollen pink pussy lips reformed after his legs fell into their new stance. Their hue darkened to a glossy ebony, whilst his folds swelled and contorted into a new shape... Just as the fox’s fat knot slapped against his transforming entrance, slamming into the developing spade as if it was a hammer molding his sex into a form much more fitting the throbbing knot-glands with every lurid collision~

Alas, as the hyena’s body fully shifted into its new, quadrupedal stance, his eyes finally fell away from his Master’s loving gaze. He was forced to look forward as the adjustments swept up from his new ‘shoulders’ to his neck and head, then down to his spine—adjusting its arc to fit his new body as the last of the feral hyena’s changes settled into place.

Fortunately, it mattered little if the hyena’s gaze could focus on his Master’s eyes or not anymore. The feral pup’s vision was all but completely tinted azure by his Master’s will regardless; his eyes obscured beneath the gleaming sapphire glint radiating from the orbs.

Any trace of the striped hyena’s previous, anthropomorphic self was gone, leaving him almost unmistakable from any other striped hyena... At least if it wasn’t for his still extraordinary physique, giving the cunt-yeen a thick, muscle-laden barrel chest that would put even the most muscular dog breeds to shame.

“Mmm... Such a perfect pup~ Ripe and ready for your first litter of feral fox kits~” his Master growled again. His words rumbled from his throat with a domineering tone that matched the tempo and force that the mystical vulpine put behind each and everyone of his spade slapping, ball smacking thrusts!

“Just think how much more adorable you’d look with a heavy belly filled with my spawn... A large, heavy womb absolutely chocked full of feral kits, their weight and shifting movements giving your life meaning~”

Once again the fox’s words found purchase within the fertile ground of the hyena’s ever more corrupted mind. There was no resistance left in Roxas’s psyche, not when it came to the domineering words of his doting, caring Master.

So it was no wonder the sultry growls filled the quadrupedal hyena with desires and expectations of motherhood. The newfound beast pushed his hips back into every wet smack of their loins together, desperate to fill the anthropomorphic kitsune’s knot sink in, and condemn him to a life of nursing his prodigious bastards.

“Although, perhaps I misspoke~”

The hyena’s short, round ears wavered. Master misspoke? Impossible! His Master could never make a mistake!

“After all, a good feral beast like you doesn’t need thoughts either... It was rude of me to tell you to think... You might know, but you can’t think... Just like those silly words did nothing more than get in the way and confuse a simple, eager breeding beast like you, those thoughts cause you nothing but trouble~”

There was a brief ripple in the depths of Roxas’s domesticated subconscious—the last vestiges of his mind’s survival instincts stirring against its imminent destruction by the all-consuming fog of azure spreading through his psyche.

Unfortunately for that small, hesitant part of his being, the rest of the hyena’s subjugated thoughts were in complete agreement with his Master’s pernicious desires.

His Master knew best. Of course his thoughts only got in the way. A simple beast like him didn’t need to think. All he needed was his Master’s dotting claws petting across his ears, raking against his kit-filled tummy, and the encouraging, murmuring tones of his words telling him he was such a good boy the closer their kits grew to term.

Roxas could only give a listless chuff of agreement, and a bobbing sway of his head up and down, but it was more than enough for the fox’s magic to find purchase.

Waves of scintillating blue crept through his skull and into his brain, unweaving neuron after neuron whilst the glow within his eyes only grew in intensity. The creeping glow grew in intensity with each thrust from the fox’s hips, robbing more of the hyena’s identity while simultaneously pushing them closer towards their peaks. His memories evaporated away; the years upon the plantation that had forged his body, the unrequited desires that formed his confident mask that the fox so easily brushed aside... Everything that made Roxas who he was slipped away from him, leaving behind only simpler, oh so easily amused instincts.

Soon enough, any memory he had of incorrectly walking on two legs rather than properly trotting on all fours was gone. Any notions he had of being owned by someone else besides his vulpine Master, or his brief attempt at freedom, had slipped from his smooth, bestial brain. His thoughts, too, grew ever simpler. Higher concepts, already difficult to consider under the enthralling glint in his eyes and the euphoric pleasure rippling out from his well-bred sex, were carved out from his mind entirely, leaving only bestial devotion and hedonistic delight for his sylvan Master in their place.

His obedience, already iron clad, became woven into the feral striped hyena’s very nature. Thoughts had only gotten in the way of following his loving Master’s orders. Without them, or his silly little concept of personhood and independence, getting in the way, the only thing left within the hyena’s skull was his Master’s orders and will.

Submitting to the fox was now as natural to the overgrown muscled beast as breathing!

Speaking of which...

A particularly vigorous thrust nearly succeeded in locking them together by his knot at last, drawing a euphoric whimper from the simple-minded pup, and a possessive growl from the fox hammering away at his desperate heat.

“There you go... Isn’t that better~? No more thoughts between those ears of yours... No more doubts, no more insecurities... Just a good, eager hyena pet desperate to bear your Master’s kits~” Amor rumbled between excited huffs, throwing in an eager flick of his fangs for good measure.

Of course, the hyena didn’t understand a single word that the fox spoke. He had long forgotten what any of those words meant, and now he lacked the ability to ever understand them again. The only thing that mattered to the feral hyena could understand was the comforting, praising tone that made the hyena feel good and made his tail wag within his Master’s grip.

The vulpine’s claws tightened their hold upon the pup’s tail, helping to pull the beast’s rear forward whilst the kitsune’s hips rammed his knot forward, dimpling the feral hyena’s spade further beneath the throbbing glands, while Roxas did his best to press into each swing to better please his owner like a well-trained breeding pet...

Before one last thrust rammed the swelling glands past the muscular feral’s cunt and locked them together at last~

Roxas howled, his new cunt quivering and spasming around his Master’s knot. The feral pup’s head lifted, doing his best to turn his eyes, obscured by their blue glow, towards his Master’s grinning face—the new beast’s best attempt at a beg alongside the whimpering howls and whines of desperation rolling from his throat.

His claws dug into the dirt beneath his feet as his entire body shivered from the force of his orgasm, yet it was only an appetizer for what was to come when the heavy white spheres, now grinding against his crotch, finally satisfied his estrus a few seconds later!

With another few grinding yanks of the fox’s hips to test their tie, the kitsune’s hips ground forward and pressed his sheath flush against the hyena’s entrance, matting the fur of his crotch with the combination of the pup’s fertility-broadcasting dew and the fox’s own overflowing, virile ambrosia.

Before, with a hefty flex from his heavy spheres, the fox hit his limit as well. His heavy gonads twitched against the feral pup’s groin. His anchoring glands flared, wrapping the hyena’s knot-pocket around his obscene girth, before the rest of his spire pulsed—drumming against the hyenidae’s inner walls with every thick rope of vulpine virility erupting through the buried shaft deep into Roxas’ belly!

The fox’s seed spillled forth in long, thick geysers of alabaster cream, utterly drenching the wall to the hyena’s womb and inundating the passage dimpled around his tapered red start with the addictive cream. Rivulets of fox seed inevitably sprung past the besieged barrier, splattering against the inner chamber to stain the fertile fields with his owner’s seed.

Most of the vulpine’s cream remained outside, meanwhile, pooling within the hyena’s fertile corridor. Each sputtering throb flooded the hyena’s fertile canal, slowly causing the pool of alabaster cream up to the seal of the fox’s glands. But, with the growing pressure of the knot-corked pocket grew, yet more cream would erupt past the beast’s cervix to claim his deepest chamber—all but plastering his fertile fields in the kitsune’s virile ball batter.

Only a small trickle of vulpine ambrosia escaped from the hyena’s spade, dripping out from around the pup’s knot-stuffed spade to flow down along his inner thighs, as well as the fox’s hefty spheres. The majority at least remained within the beast’s belly, spreading the comforting warmth of virility deep within his core—soothing the desperate itch of his heat like an alleviating salve. The fox’s virile swimmers, meanwhile, pressed onwards, drawn towards the pup’s ovum drifting down his tubes—then inevitably taking root within them to fertilize the hyena’s first litter of kits.

“Mmm... Nice and full of my boys now~” Amor sighed blissfully from the successful breeding, enjoying the last few aftershocks of pleasure rolling through his body as he gave the mindless feral pup’s rear another firm grind.

There couldn’t be any doubts that his seed had taken, if there were any to begin with between the sylvan stud’s prodigious production and the hyena’s desperate fertility. Not with the kitsune’s mystical senses detecting the first nascent embers of life taking root within his new pet’s belly. Nor would any onlookers be in doubt either after the fox’s distinctive five-tail-and-fox-head brand brand crowned the hyena’s seed-swollen abdomen.

Not that Roxas cared either way, his bestial mind drinking in his Master’s praise with an eager swish of his tail. The pleasure he had brought his Master was even more satisfying to the well-trained feral than the relief and enthralling addiction he felt from the seed flooding his inner walls. The praising words were just the cherry on top to the simple-minded hyena’s ego.

A short while thereafter, the fox’s hips tugged back and, despite the hyena’s whining protests, yanked the deflated knot-glands free, leaving a torrent of trapped cream pouring onto the forest floor behind the hyena’s hind legs.

Roxas’s first primal instinct was to roll over and begin cleaning his spade of his Master’s delectable cream. But before he could even start, his owner had walked around to his front—presenting his half-stiff, seed and fertility glazed cock to the pup’s nose.

The powerful combination of his own need and his Master’s musk was far too appetizing a bait for the feral hyena to resist, luring his nose forward to snort the rich fragrance. Shortly thereafter followed by his tongue dutifully lapping the monstrous kitsune shaft clean of the mess his spade and the fox’s balls had made.

“Definitely a good pup~ Even without thoughts, you immediately know to serve your owner before yourself~” the fox teased with another growl, before one of his hands lifted up... and with a snap of his fingers, summoned an accessory for his new toy: a fancy new leather band wrapped around the feral’s neck, complete with his name.

The collar felt comfortable, even familiar. It was almost like he had been used to wearing collars before—although the simple-minded beast could never recall being given one by his Master before, not after he had surrendered all his memories and thoughts in order to serve his Master’s pleasure.

The curiosity faded from the hyena’s mind soon after it emerged; such mysteries were beyond a mere beast like him. All he knew was that the collar felt right around his neck!

Instead, the eager, cock-hungry pet lovingly groomed away the spent spunk and estrus from his Master’s thick spire. Roxas’s tongue slurped over the red prick, angling his lips to wrap around the tool so he could continue to please his owner. His devoted, glowing blue eyes met his Master’s stare, proudly displaying how perfectly the azure glint of the fox’s eyes mirrored within his own.

“Oh, the Court is going to have so much fun with you when I get back home~ Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of friends there as well—eager little pups just like you for you to play with whenever I’m busy with another~” Amor rumbled, prying his cock free from the beast’s lips, before summoning forth a leash to walk the striped hyena deeper into the forest.

“You’re going to love it there... Pet~”