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Salvatore lived just outside of Wilsor, an hour's carriage ride to the city gates. He preferred being outside of the city. There was much less clutter and he had the peace and quiet of the country, compared to the city that never slept. The manor was surrounded by high walls, much more than simple stone and brick. He had paid good money for an earth mage to summon the stone directly from below, and shape it to his needs. The walls were sculptures of ocean waves, done in a style of art he had seen down in the southern islands, a blocky, woodcut style. He owned the original work, of course, but he couldn't resist having the mage sculpt the walls in this style. Anyone approaching his manor would be greeted with waves that broke and crashed against the shore of an island with several nude figures that could have been furres. In that style, it was rather hard to tell.

The gate was metal with bars that swirled together, continuing the ocean wave from one side of the wall to the other. The gate slid inside the wall, rather than opening inward or outward, and could be controlled magically from inside the manor. The grounds were enormous; looking from the gate, the manor itself seemed the size of a dollhouse. It was a half hour walk from the front gate to the front door, up a cobblestone path that he made sure never had a stone out of place. The lawn was well kept, and he kept a nature mage on the payroll to make sure the grass grew as smooth and green as he wished, or if he suddenly wanted a tree or two.

The manor itself was a four floored estate, crafted of wood, not stone. He wanted his home to be quality, and magic had such a way of leaving a fatal flaw. He hired seven teams of craftsmen from all over the world, and had been on the site personally, checking and double checking every beam and every window, so when people asked, he could tell them that he knew for a fact that the house was built to survive the ages. The interior was decorated lavishly, carpets from the far corners of the globe, furniture from the finest craftsmen from the world over. He had personally inspected every stick of furniture, every thread of carpet, and every expensive painting that had gone on the walls. The chandelier in the hall was pure sapphire, basking the entryway in a cool blue glow when the torch was lit. The steps were wood polished so smooth that it was easy to slip of one wasn't careful. Every room gushed wealth, the paintings were originals kept in gilded frames, and each of his five pianos had been owned by a famous musician before they had come into his ownership. He should know, he personally investigated each claim himself.

His personal wardrobe consisted of the finest dyed cloth, often imported and designed on the spot by his live-in tailor. Salvatore Manor kept thirty live in servants. Aside from the tailor, there was the kitchen staff, the maid staff, the animal handlers who ran his stable and kennel, the wait staff for when he had visitors, and his chauffeur. The servants were all species, but he kept a strict age limit, and no one, servant or otherwise, was a day younger than fifteen. He knew the slave market was open for young slaves, and that was all well and good for organizations like the Hyrron, but he preferred older girls in all his positions.

Aside from the servants, he also kept females. Five human harem girls, and three slaves. The harem girls he kept for their beauty. Each one was a curvaceous human, always dressed in transparent silk that accentuated their beauty. They were trained in sensual dancing, and Salvatore knew that each one of them loved him to the bottom of their heart. They were simply a harem to him, but he always enjoyed how they looked at him, as if he was their whole world. Never once had he ever struck his harem girls, shouted or punished any of them, or humiliated them. They were there for their beauty and their love, and the sex was soft and gentle, mutual pleasure for both partners, and never anal or oral. He'd never degrade his beautiful harem in such a way.

Perhaps that was why he abused and humiliated his slaves so much. One of his slaves, a calico feline was his first slave. He had bought her years ago, from a merchant who was selling slaves unbroken. The collars were simple dog collars, and they were sold out of the back of a wagon on the side of the street. He bought her especially for this reason. Over the years, he had taken great care to never let her break. She was conscious of every order, never surrendering to mindless obedience. This was why he enjoyed her so much, the look of shame on her face as he ordered her to suck the cock of a guest, or let herself be mounted by a canine as entertainment for his guests.

He also had a human he had bought from the Shuya a mere week before he had gotten #2011060. She was always smiling a sweet, friendly smile, and was more than eager to obey any order, no matter what it was. She was the girl he brought out for his dinner service to pleasure the guests, and she obeyed every order with a smile no matter who it came from, be it guests or servants. He knew that many of his female servants used her services, and from what Salvatore heard, she spent more time in the female servant quarters than in the male ones.

Finally, there was #2011060. He had been intrigued by the sight of her, even before she had become a slave. She had been dressed in armor of leather and chainmail, and she was taller than him, her frame packed with muscle. Her shoulders were broad, and her arms showed muscle underneath the red fur. He couldn't understand why she was there. She may have said she was there to purchase a slave, but he didn't believe that for a second. Imagine his surprise when several days later, she had been put up for auction. She certainly looked different, the expression on her face mindless, her hips wider, breasts much larger, and the muscle gone. He simply had to buy her, and while it had cost him a pretty penny, she was his.

#2011060 had to be his favorite slave. He loved dishing out abuse for her to lap up. From the first day he owned her, forcing her to ride underneath the belly of his horse, he loved the sounds of pain and pleasure she gave. #2011060 was always at his side. When he went into town, she was strapped to the underside of the horse, riding him for the whole journey. She followed him into the high class clubs he frequented, horse cum dripping from her pussy, and the other gentlemen in the club would laugh, tugging on her rings until tears ran down her cheeks in pain to see if they really were permanent.

When he had first gotten her, she had been able to say a few words, but in the month since he had gotten her, the words had drifted away. For a few days, there had been times where she tried to speak, but now, she didn't try. Salvatore often told her to do what she wanted most, and she'd obey. She'd run to the horse stables and bend over a bale of hay, letting horse after horse mount her. When he had spent the money on a draft stallion, an enormous horse with a cock almost two and a half feet long and as thick as a furre stallion's arm, he had become her new favorite. The handlers often tied her underneath it, and let him gallop across the grounds, her moans of pleasure filling the air for hours.

Salvatore only ever fucked #2011060 in the ass. He had tried her pussy when he first bought her, but the first stallion had stretched her, and he hadn't gotten the pleasure he wanted. So he made her pussy the horse hole, and fucked her ass whenever he wanted, but the groans she gave were nothing compared to the cries of ecstasy when she was under a horse. She was more a slave to the horses than to him by now, but he certainly didn't mind. It gave him a feeling of pleasure to watch her, and know what she had once been, reduced to this.

As Salvatore woke this morning, he looked down at the slave sleeping on his floor, and he clapped his hands together once. Without hesitation, #2011060 rose to her feet then sank to her knees, looking down at the floor.

"Good girl. I bet you want your horse time now, huh?"

Salvatore smirked as he saw his slave nod, and he patted her head.

"Sorry, slave. Not today. We have a special visitor, and I need my slave clean and presentable. Go meet Sandra in the bathhouse while I go prepare."

#2011060 nodded and stood, and as she walked out of the room, he couldn't help but smirk at her horse hole. It was stretched and useless, the ultimate humiliation for any female, and the best part was that she was unable to care about it. The servants, his guests, people on the street saw her and commented, but she felt no shame. She wasn't programmed to.

Salvatore made sure his spotted fur was brushed and presentable, choosing one of his best outfits, a vibrant blue tunic that had just been made for him last night, freshly dyed in a time when blue dye was scarce. Salvatore did not want to meet with a slave lord looking anything less than the best. His pants had a golden buckle, and were tailored nicely to his naturally slender frame. He finished it off with a golden medallion, shining nicely against the dark blue.

Once down in the kitchens, Salvatore put his cooks to work. He wanted the best meat they could prepare, the best dishes. He had his chef working for the past two weeks to make a new, unique lunch spread.

"No, keep it for two. The slaves don't eat. You three, you have fresh uniforms on your beds. Change when you're done with food prep." He said, and his servants didn't bother answering, they simply scrambled.

Salvatore moved into the waiting hall, catching one of his servants by the arm. "You. Get down to the gate, and wait to open the gate as soon as they arrive. I do not want to see them stop. The gate should open as they approach, and you will walk aside it up the path. Make them feel welcome."

Salvatore made sure that the floor in the entrance hall was polished to a shine; every painting was straightened and double straightened, the piano in the lounge was tuned, and a table laid out, polished wood, set with silver utensils and bone china plates. He yelled at a servant for setting the gold goblets out, too gaudy. He sent him to get the crystal ones, and made sure the curtains were opened to display the scene of the grounds. He smiled; glad he had decided to go with the three trees instead of one. They added a nice touch to the yard.

Cushions were set to the side of each chair, red velvet with golden trim, for the slaves to kneel on at the sides of their masters. Happy that the parlor looked nice, he quickly made his way to the entrance hall once more. He beckoned his slave down the stairs. She was naked, her fur still fluffy from being washed, brushed and neatly trimmed. Her collar and golden rings had been polished to a shine.

"Perfect." Salvatore said as he nodded to his servants, who waited in a line by the wall, and he raised a hand to habitually brush his shirt even though no dirt was on it. Then he heard his servant knock at the door to announce entry, and Salvatore smiled as the door opened, greeting his guests enthusiastically.

"Wonderful to see you again, Samuel!" Salvatore smiled, giving a polite bow. "It's been so long since we've had time together."

"I agree, a very long time. I look forward to our time together." said Samuel, smiling down at the cheetah.

Samuel was a stallion, eight feet tall, his fur jet black, and shining as if it was brushed every day, and given Samuel's reputation, it probably was. He was dressed in a suit, cloth that had been dyed a black to match his body despite the hot country day, but he didn't seem to be sweating. He towered above Salvatore, but he didn't let that get to him. Samuel was a powerful slave trader, second only in quality to the Shuya Traders. He never let on how his slaves were trained but they were all obedient, but the Shuya name carried quality, and Samuel's name was nowhere near as well connected.

"Oh, and this must be the slave you speak so highly about," said Salvatore with a smile, looking at the slave kneeling down at Samuel's side.

He had heard much about her, but had never seen her in person, and Samuel had dressed her for the occasion. She was naked save for a strip of transparent silk draped artistically over her shoulders. It was a bunny, her fur white as snow, breasts were perky and full, but the real treasure was at her crotch, a fully erect canine shaft. Her eyes were a bright blue, filled with energy, just a hint of a smile on her face. She looked up at Salvatore with interest, and he stepped over, looking down at her.

"Do you have a name, slave?" Salvatore asked kindly, and was answered by her laugh, soft and pleasant.

"Silly master. Slave is slave," she said, never breaking her expression once. "Slave is my name, slave is what I am. Please, call me Slave."

Salvatore laughed. "She is absolutely wonderful, every bit the slave you told me. I have never seen a slave trained like this in all my years."

Samuel smiled. "I have my methods. And this is yours?" He said, nodding to the vixen, staring straight ahead.

Salvatore sighed in embellished exasperation. "Yes. A Shuya slave. I paid highly for her, but I believe I got the raw end of the deal."

"I keep saying that the quality of Shuya slaves is dropping by the day. Look at the use on her."

"Oh, no. That is the slaves fault. She is a horse slut."

Samuel smiled. "You don't say?"

"I recently purchased a workhorse. A powerful draft stallion to move some heavy lumber around. This slave can't seem to keep his cock out of her hole."

Samuel moved over, ordering her to her feet. A finger pushed its way inside her hole, feeling around. "Stretched beyond belief. What use is a slave that has no way to pleasure her master?" Salvatore stood still as Samuel guided his hands over the slave's body, feeling her curves, her breasts before his fingers began toying with her rings.

"And these would be the famous Shuya permanent rings?"

Salvatore nodded, and Samuel made a thinking noise, putting a finger through her clit ring and pulling her up, his strength easily lifting her off the ground, and her slave let out a cry of pain, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she whimpered. He looked at her clit, stretching painfully, but supporting her weight, and then slowly lowered her, #2011060's pain filled groans giving way to light gasps.

"May I?" Salvatore asked, gesturing to the bunny slave, and Samuel nodded.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't," he said, turning back to inspect #2011060's legs.

The bunny slave rose to her feet, letting the silk scarf slide off of her body as Salvatore's paws gripped her breasts. Her fur was soft and smooth, her nipples hard under the fur. He ordered her to raise her arms, and she did, and he felt the toned muscle, and then moved down. His hand gripped the canine shaft and began to stroke, but the slave made no sign of feeling pleasure.

"Do you feel this?"

"I do."

"Does it feel good?"

"No sir," the bunny said. "It's nothing more than touching. You have not ordered me to feel pleasure, and so I don't."

"Can I order you to feel pain?"

The bunny nodded. Salvatore was impressed. He continued to stroke the canine style cock. "How about climaxing?"

"Only with master's permission."

"I order you to feel my touch as painful."

The effect was immediate. The bunny slave gasped, the smile never leaving her face, but tears began to drip from her eyes, her entire body shaking. He looked into her eyes, and there was no mistaking the pain in them. She wasn't faking; this was really hurting her.

"What does it feel like?" Salvatore asked, stroking harder, and the smile on her face faltered into an expression of pure agony.

"Needles...h...hot iron..." She gasped through her pain, which was slowly turning to sobs.

"You're a good slave. Stand up straighter."

"Thank you...." she gasped out, quickly straightening her back, standing at attention.

"Now cum."

White seed exploded from the tip of her cock, dripping over Salvatore's paw as she let out a scream of pure, unmistakable torment as pain, not pleasure, spread through her body. Then he ordered her to cum again, and again, each time another explosion of seed and another cry of discomfort. He was impressed, and let go of the bunny's cock. He watched her for a few seconds, and the smile returned to her tearstained face, though her body was shaking in the painful afterglow.

"Did master enjoy?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Salvatore nodded. "I did indeed. Did you?"

"As long as master orders me, I enjoy it no matter what the order."

Salvatore turned back to Samuel, who had finished inspecting #2011060 and was facing him, smiling. "That, my dear Salvatore, is the quality of my slaves."

"Remarkable." said Salvatore as he led the way into the parlor, the bunny following behind her master, #2011060 crawling on her hands and knees.

"I have an offer to make." said Samuel as he sat down at the table, his slave taking the cushion by his side.

Salvatore patted #2011060's head, as she knelt on the cushion and looked up to face Samuel, nodding to show he was listening.

"A man of your status should not have a slave of subpar quality. That..." He gestured to #2011060. "Is not a slave. That is a worthless shell of a female. My offer is this. In my carriage now, I have two slaves, one male, one female, trained just as my prized one is." He said, patting the bunny's head. "Under the condition that you do not make them horse sluts, I will trade you, two for one, for that worthless slave of yours."

Salvatore couldn't help letting his eyebrows shoot up. A slave of such quality, flawless obedience complete with personality and control over what they feel and don't feel would be worth much more than the 7500G he had paid for the vixen, and he'd be getting two!

"I see we have a deal, then?" Samuel smirked, Salvatore realized that he lost his chance to debate price, but he didn't care.

Salvatore waved a servant to go and fetch the slaves, and a few minutes later, the servant led two furres inside. One was a vixen; one was a fox, and the both had vibrant blue fur. Salvatore was excited about this. Coloration like that was rare and highly prized in traders, a natural color like that could raise a slave's price by 1000G. Even the shifters couldn't make natural blue fur like that. Salvatore knew that the coloration was real.

The look on their faces were bright and intelligent, each of them smiling to Salvatore, as if they couldn't wait to obey any order he threw their way. Salvatore looked at Samuel, who was simply smiling as he ate, and Salvatore knew that look. It was a look Salvatore got when he had another trader by the balls.

"I cannot ignore a deal such as this. You are a generous man, and quite forward. I almost think you expected to trade for my vixen here."

Samuel smiled, his eyes digging into Salvatore. "I had no clue I would trade anything. It's not as if I can see the future."

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Yuuni looked back at Salvatore manor once they were at the front gate.

"I don't like him." She said. "He's very sadistic."

"You knew it would occur when you took the spell on your body." said Samuel, looking at #2011060, kneeling between his knees on the floor. "More importantly, was she worth trading two of my prized slaves?"

"Yes." Said Yuuni.

"You seem rather confidant you can help her."

Yuuni looked at her friend. She had worked hard to control her anger at seeing her former friend like this, despite knowing exactly what would happen. Seeing it in the future gives one the sense that it could change, but seeing it right in front of her had nearly set her off.

"What about her cunt?"

"It's...pretty wide. I can't do much with white magic." Said Yuuni.

"She looks different." Said Samuel. "What happened?"

"Her body is drenched in magic. I think it was a shifter, but I'm not sure. It's not something I can fix."

Samuel sighed, and the carriage moved slowly ahead, back towards the walled city of Wilsor.

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Samuel's manor was a place of business as well as a home, nowhere near Salvatore's vast estate. He had no idea how Salvatore made so much money, but he guessed it would probably be illegal in the rest of the world. Therefore, under the principle of the pot calling the kettle black, he decided never to question it.

Samuel's manor was only three floors, but it was wide enough to accommodate what he needed. He had no gate surrounding his home, no flamboyant wall. His house was made of stone, and compared to the rest of Wilsor, looked rather plain in comparison. He was happy to see the doors open. His slave house was not an exclusive auction like the Shuya. The front of the house was a slave display. No cages, no bonds of any kind, simply obedient slaves kneeling. They could try them out before the purchase, but they were all well trained, much like Yuuni was.

"Take them around back." He said to his driver, as he stepped out of the carriage. "Yuuni, take her to the harem. Do what you can for her. I have a business to run."

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Yuuni sat on one of the cushions of the harem, stroking Lilika's head. She could feel the magic emanating from her, but she had no idea of the extent of the spell. She knew it was powerful, and she guessed that it was a psychomancer. No speaker could do this much mental damage.

"Lie on your back, slave. Spread your legs."

#2011060 did so, and Yuuni winced at the gaping pussy. "Poor girl." she said, taking her canine cock in one hand and pushing it into stretched hole. She didn't so much feel pleasure as she felt loose folds of flesh, but this wasn't about pleasure. This was about the intimacy of two bodies joining as one, something the psychomancers had never figured out. Sex is far more than a physical act. The mental aspect of two bodies working together to achieve pleasure was key, but she had no idea if it would work with a hole this abused.

"Squeeze your pussy, slave." She said, and #2011060 groaned a bit, clenching her muscles.

There it was. Not much, but they could both feel it, and #2011060 let out a soft sigh as Yuuni began to thrust.

"Good girl. Just relax." She moaned, closing her eyes as the pleasure began to build along with her magic, the intimate moment a wide open door, and suddenly, their minds were one. Yuuni would have screamed if she wasn't concentrating. The spell that had grown so strong in #2011060's mind sustained by the constant sex, growing more powerful with each act, surged into Yuuni's mind. Her white fire flared up, but was quickly quashed, the tendrils of parasitic magic wrapping and squeezing her brain.

Yuuni felt her free will drift away, and in that moment, they were both #2011060. Every experience that the vixen had, the bunny now had as well, the spell spreading and forcing its way into her mind, replacing her sexual desires with the desire for thick horse cock. Still, the spell knew that this body was not #2011060, and the magic extended to the body, her pussy slowly sagging into loose wet folds, and Yuuni's fur slowly began showing a red tint, her cock beginning to shrink and fade into an oversized clit.

The worst part was that Yuuni's body, her whole body, wanted this, wanted to be #2011060, and wanted all the experiences that came with it. The spell had outgrown one body, and when another mind invaded, it spread.

"I am Yuuni...." She said in her head. "I am Yuuni....I am...I am #2011060....I am....#2011060"

Her body told her to relax and accept the change, and she did. After all, she was #2011060.

A small part of her mind, however, knew she was Yuuni, a small white flame, burning in her mind, protecting the last of her free will. Yuuni remembered the most important rule of magic. Any spell can be traced back to its source. She dove into the spell that was invading her mind. It didn't mind, since it already had control of her body, and her tail was slowly elongating into a vixen tail. It was changing her into a magical carbon copy of the vixen slave, using the residual transformation magic the shifter had left. She was in awe; she had never seen a spell act so intelligently before. The transformation would be complete in seconds, and once it happened, she'd never get back to her normal body, but in the mental plane of existence, seconds were minutes, and she still had a chance to dispel it.

There Yuuni was, in Salvatore's barn. He had asked her what she wanted to do, and she wanted horse cock. She bent herself over the bale of hay, feeling the straws poke at her through her fur, but then she felt the presence of the animal on her back, and it poked at her, ramming her rump with his cock with thrusts powerful enough to bruise her, and then the pleasure came, as the cock rammed deep within her pussy and slammed her back and forth, her entire body rocking with the force, and Yuuni...no. #2011060 felt so full and satisfied.

Yuuni jerked her consciousness out of the memory that had felt so real, it was as if she was really there. She wanted it. She surrendered to the feeling, letting the transformation finish....

No! She forced herself to get a grip, her entire body transformed but for her quickly shrinking cock, the one thing keeping their minds together. She forced herself further, and experienced the spell at its fullest.

It had spread through every corner of Lilika's mind. It owned her mind completely. That was why Lilika was a slave. The Spell absorbed every thought until there were none left, consuming every bit of free will, leaving just the body, a shell, controlled by the spell, which was in turn controlled by the commands of others. The spell was a parasite, based in the pleasure center, using the body as a puppet to feed itself. But how was the spell kept in place? Yuuni remembered the collar, and how it was permanent. She'd never be able to remove it. Yuuni's only hope was to force the spell out of her mind, save herself for now. Lilika was beyond hope. Then she remembered the crystal.

Yuuni was back in #2011060's memories. She was bent over Salvatore's bed, moaning in pleasure at his cock, plunged deep into her ass. His barbs raked at her sensitive flesh in a way that made it feel so good, but she felt her mind drifting to the horses. She wanted to be filled. The memories whisked her away again, and there she was, strapped to the belly of the powerful draft stallion. His cock stretched her so much she hurt, but it was worth it, sacrificing a tight pussy for such pleasure.

Yuuni forced herself out of the memories, the feeling of the thick cock still calling for her to listen and honor them, and found the crystal. The spell fed on pleasure, getting stronger, but a spell still needs to be sustained. The crystal was what was doing that, drawing mana from the world around it to keep the spell in permanent limbo, the pleasure causing it to grow stronger over the mind. It was like a vacuum, sucking magical energy inside to act as a permanent mage. Once Yuuni found it, with her magical expertise, it was the easiest thing in the world to reverse the flow.

Yuuni felt the magic crawl over her skin as the collar expelled magic, the air crackling with energy as the environment absorbed the spare mana. She felt a tearing on her mind as the spell was yanked out, and Lilika screamed in something far beyond simple pain, the spell being torn from every corner of her mind. Yuuni simply felt mostly deflated as the magic hadn't taken a strong hold, but the tearing sensation was still there. She felt a burst of pleasure as her transformation reversed, her cock filling up as much of the used hole as it could.

Yuuni opened her eyes, looking at her body, sighing at the pure white fur. She hoped her pussy was the same way. She looked down at Lilika. Her eyes were staring right up at her, and suddenly, she began crying.

"Yuu...Yuu....Yuuni..." She sobbed, and suddenly latched onto the bunny, her arms squeezing tightly, burying her face in Yuuni's chest fur and breaking out into panicked sobs. Yuuni ran her hands over the fur of her back.

"It's alright. You're safe now. Shh..."

Yuuni closed her eyes, letting herself into Lilika's mind once more. She could sense the damage, the spell had torn her mind to shreds, even when it left her, Lilika was still on the teetering edge of insanity. Psychomancers think they can erase thoughts, but they can't. They remove the mind's ability to call the memories. Yuuni let herself wander through Lilika's mind, seconds passing like days as she pieced together each torn shard of mental sanity.

Lilika drifted in and out of memories, unsure which were hers and which were not. She felt the pleasure of a horse cock and the feel of sex of a wolf named Vic, but as she drifted, she found herself in another place.

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There he was, washing himself in the pure water of the spring. He was naked, but this was nothing special. His entire tribe was always naked, unless they were traveling in the nearby human colony, or performing a ritual.

As the water washed through his fur, he felt the hands on his back, slowly stroking his shoulders. He looked up and greeted his mother, who smiled at him and told him she loved him. She told him how much he reminded her of his father, who had died many years ago at the hands of humans.

His mother missed him terribly, and her new mate was less than passionate in bed. His mother tells him how she misses when he used to nurse him, and suddenly, she guides his lips to her swollen breast, and his mouth closes, suckling like he used to when he was a baby.

He felt himself grow hard, and his mother notices, closing her hand around his shaft. He had never had sex, after all, he was only twelve, and male masturbation was a taboo, spilling seed with no chance for reproduction. He asks his mother what she's doing, but she tells him to be quiet. She positions herself, and suddenly, he's inside her, his mouth gasping as he feels her wet folds squeezing his shaft.

He wants to tell her it's a taboo, but it feels so good as she begins to ride him, leaning down to kiss his lips. He runs his tongue against his mother's, gasping against her lips as suddenly, a blinding white light surrounds him, and he fills her with his seed.

She climbs off of him, telling her that she hasn't been satisfied. She lays on the ground, her legs spread, and he looks at his mother for the first time as a sexual creature, her body plump from her mothering days, and under her guidance, his tongue explores her folds, tasting his own salty cum along with her sweet juices, and he felt himself grow hard as his mother climaxed. She looked at him, and then he climbed on top of her, sliding his cock inside, and as they kiss passionately once more, becoming not mother and son, but lovers.

That night, he hears his mother's forced moans as her mate takes her, trying her best to act like a good mate should. Then he falls asleep, and his mother climbs into bed with her son one more. This time, her moans are real, and they kiss once more. They finish, and He is lying at his mother's side, suckling softly on her nipple.

In the coming months, his mother grows pregnant. The tribe celebrates motherhood, and as tradition calls for, the mother must remain chaste until she gives birth. Her mate tries to talk her into oral, but she says that chaste means chaste. Once he is asleep, the mother opens her mouth eagerly for her son's member, swallowing his load before letting him fuck her once more. This continues every day for the pregnancy, telling his mother how beautiful she is with a plump, round belly. On the day of the birth, they need to stop at the spring to wash off, so the midwives won't notice his seed. The children are born, four of them, each with blue eyes and snow white fur just like her son's.

The babies nurse on her mother's breast, but she lets her first son nurse too. The sweet taste of milk something he hasn't tasted in years. This continues for years onwards. The babies grow, and he tells his mother how much he liked her pregnant. They begin planning. Once the mother is fertile, she visits his bed once more. He gets her pregnant several more times, the tribe elder praising her and his mate. She is a fertile maiden, and with so many kids, many are sent to their sister tribes, helping those who are unable to bear children.

He turns eighteen, and another family has arranged a marriage. She is a sweet girl, and she likes him a lot. She promises to be his, forever, and he promises the same. They undergo the mating ceremony before the whole tribe. They both swear before the gods of their tribe that they are virgins, their paws are tied together with a strip of red silk, and then they are alone, in his own hut, made for him and her as a gift from the tribe. They kiss, they lie on the bed, and he enters her. He finds it difficult, her slit so tight, and she cries out in pain as he deflowers her. His experience shows, and she begins gasping in pleasure, and she gives herself to him completely, body and soul. He fills her with his seed.

She sleeps at night, but he lies awake. He looks at the girl he took as a mate, and realizes that she's not his mate. He walks through the night, finding his old home, and his real mate. He joins his mother once more, the experienced feel of her pussy welcoming him home.

He fakes his climaxes with his mate so he has more cum for his mother. His mate has yet to be pregnant, and his mother is pregnant once again. He visits her in the middle of the day. The tribe thinks he is out hunting, and his mother stays home because of her pregnancy. Her belly is just beginning to show, and he tells her how beautiful it is. She lies on his old bed, and he enters her. A tribe guard spots them through the door of the hut. He barges in, pulls him off of her. He calls him a rapist, a sexual deviant, and beats him with the end of his spear. He is dragged off, half conscious, shaking his head at his mother to stay silent. She watches him with horror on her face.

He is brought before the inner sanctum of the temple. The Tribe Elder listens to the story from the guard. He says nothing. He is locked up in a dungeon in the basement of the temple. It is cold. Food is meager at best; water needs to be lapped up from the floor. His neck is chained to the center of the room, and the only light comes from under the door. He misses his mother. Weeks later, he is brought before the tribe. His legs are chained to a stone platform in the center of the village. Only he and his mother knew what really happened, and only the temple elders know of his taboo. His mate looks at him with concern. He tells the story. He raped his mother. His mate wasn't enough for him, and his mother was pregnant, perfect for hiding the evidence. His mate's face displays shock and horror, and his mother sobs. This only confirms the story.

He is labeled a deviant. He is then forced to break the village taboos one after the other. First, he is forced to masturbate, and the village cheers as he spills seed outside of reproduction. Then the elder calls for a brave member to force him to break the taboo he was chained for. His sister steps up. She is so young, but she tells him that she wants to help send him where he belongs. It is symbolic, his bare cock touching her bare slit, but it was enough for the tribe to boo him.

The next taboo is the wasting of seed by swallowing it. The male warriors line up, and one by one, he takes their cock down his throat, gagging as they thrust, rough and unpracticed. Oral sex is a taboo, after all. He swallows one load after the other, resisting the urge to throw up. Soon, he accepts it.

The elder then orders that the next taboo to be broken is the wasting of seed by anal. The warriors line up, and one by one, they take his tailhole, their rough, inexperienced thrusting causing him pain at first, but then, it gives way to pleasure. He climaxes before the tribe, and more anal sex follows.

The last taboo is the receiving the seed of an animal and the hunters bring a wolf they found in the forest. He has given up hope by now, and the wolf mounts him, growling and snapping its jaws possessively, his cock growing hard as he feels pleasure from the anal invader. The canine ties with him, and he doesn't make a sound as the heated seed fills him. The canine pulls his knot forcefully out of his ass and runs off into the forest.

The elder steps forth on the final day, saying that the sentence will be handed down. In his hands, he carries his tribe's most sacred artifact, a branch from a sacred tree, said to turn thought into reality. For your wasting of seed, you will carry the addiction of the taste of seed, and the feel of a member within your hole. As he tapped him with the branch, he felt it become true. For your taboo of receiving the seed of a dog, become a dog yourself. He groaned as his cock enlarged, growing bright red and thick, with a canine knot.

For the taboo of rape, you will know what it is like to be raped. He groaned in discomfort as he felt his insides change, a dripping wet slit appearing just underneath his shaft. His body smoothed out, becoming toned, and breasts grew.

For the taboo of spilling your seed on the ground, you will only feel pleasure from the touch of others, and finally, for the taboo of incest, you will find yourself forever in need of sex. The elder than christened him with his new name. Yuuni. In the language of the tribe, it meant deviant. The elder ordered the warriors to rape her, and they did, but Yuuni felt unbelievable pleasure. Even the taste of cum made her feel good.

The elder raised the branch once more, and Yuuni felt herself floating. She forgot her taboo, she forgot her tribe, and she forgot everything about her old life. She was Yuuni. She was Deviant. She was unchained, and she walked, looking at the unfamiliar faces around her. She looked at the face of a sobbing pregnant woman, cocked her head, about to ask why she was crying, but before she could, a warrior shook his spear at her. She smiled at him. He looked cute. She was ordered to walk, so she did, out of the village, into the forest, and soon, the cheering behind her faded away.

In the years that past, she tried to remember her past. She remembered she belonged to a tribe, and she remembered that she was exiled for sex with a family member. But where was her old tribe? And what family member? Father, brother, mother, sister? She couldn't even remember what gender she was.

She took up magic at a human village. She found it difficult. She couldn't do the fireballs and the lightning blasts that other mages could, so she took up healing. She became adept at it, once she discovered how energy could be converted. She transformed her own lust into healing energy.

Later, she was recruited for a job with a warrior. She was a vixen, and cute too. Yuuni wanted the muscled woman. That night as she camped, she cast a subtle sleeping spell. The warrior fell asleep. Yuuni crawled over and pulled down the armored leather pants. Yuuni stroked her cock, but it didn't bring her pleasure. Only the touch of others could do that. She rubbed the tip of her cock against her slit, ready to plunge inside. She looked at the sleeping vixen. She'd never know she did this, and once the job was finished, Yuuni would be long gone by the time the vixen got pregnant. She pushed the tip inside, spreading the vixen's pussy just a little, moaning at the pleasure. Then Yuuni pulled away. She sighed, putting her robes back on and pulling the vixen's pants up. She spent a sleepless night next to her.

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Yuuni opened her eyes, the view of the torch lit room blurry through her eyes, as if she hadn't seen in a long time. She looked down at herself. She found it strange. She could have sworn her fur used to be white...then she remembered. She wasn't Yuuni. She was Lilika.

Lilika jolted upright, looking around. She gripped her head in her paws. Her head hurt so bad that the pain was pounding down her spine. The chamber had plain wooden walls, torches and candles lighting the room. There was no real furniture, only pillows and blankets scattered over the carpeted floor. Slowly, her memories started coming back to her.

The Shuya. The Psychomancer may have planted a spell in her head, but she remembered everything that had happened, her training, her mindless obedience, and her treatment at the hands of Salvatore. She remembered her constant horse fucking, but felt no desire for it. Her mind felt whole.

A paw went to her neck, feeling the collar latched permanently around her neck, and the golden rings in her nipples and clit. She felt ashamed of herself as she got a look at her gaping pussy through her own eyes. She stood, her legs aching as if they hadn't been used in a year, and she stretched, feeling her bones and joints pop in a painfully good way. The wall had a mirror set into the wood, and she moved closer, looking at herself.

Her body was all curves. Her breasts were huge and ridiculous, and her muscles, the years of constant sword fighting and lifting stones were all down the drain. Her hips were wide, and she felt awkward, feeling as if she should walk sideways through doors. She knew enough to know that some people thought this look was sexy, but Lilika only knew that it wasn't her.

She noticed a patch of fur sticking out of the pillows, and she walked over and moved one aside. She looked down at the form of the sleeping rabbit.

"Yuuni. You poor thing."

Lilika wondered if Yuuni knew what she had seen when she was floating through her memories. To Lilika, they were her memories too. Lilika was there, she was that young boy who was seduced by his mother, and sentenced to the transformation to become Yuuni, whose name meant Deviant.

Lilika stroked the bunny's hair for a few minutes, remembering what Yuuni had gone through. She probably knew more about Yuuni's past now then Yuuni did. She remembered Yuuni using the sleep spell on her, and how she had decided not to.

"Yuuni. When this is all over, I promise you, you'll get the sex you wanted all those years ago."

She kissed the sleeping bunny, the only sign she gave was a twitch of an ear, and then she stood. Lilika was pissed. The Shuya had taken her mind, her body, and had abused her to the point where she was no longer a proper woman anymore. Yuuni had nearly sacrificed her own mind to save her. This was not about Lana anymore.