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Anken felt his whole body aching and hurting. His backside hurt the most, but as he was dragged through the castle, naked and dirty, he kept his eyes closed and head down. The large wolf guards carried him because he could barely walk with how weak his body felt. Whatever herbs the dragon had fed him and prince Regnar must have been strong stuff. The black wolf came right behind him, though he still showed some weak fighting with attempts to bite and kick the hands that dragged him, even if he too could barely stand still.

The coyote got thrown right back at the dungeon he had escaped from earlier with prince Regnar's help. He fell face first down at the cold stone of the very same cell he had left behind, though this time his previous savior, the black wolf, was thrown in right after him. Regnar grunted to stand up with effort as soon as he was released, but the metal door slid closed and before he could even reach the bars, the wolf guard was already turning the key into the lock.

"Traitors! I'll have your heads for this! You will become slaves cleaning latrines for the rest of you miserable lives!" The prince growled at them and shouted his threats, but the guards didn't even acknowledge it. They just turned around to walk away.

"It's useless," Anken said, making an effort to crawl towards the wall and sit up against it. Every movement, every limb felt like he had an iron ball attached to it. It amazed him that Regnar could even stand up after being fed the same thing. "They are being controlled. It's not their fault."

Regnar seemed to forget his rage for a moment when the coyote spoke and, instead, the black wolf rushed towards him. He knelt by the coyote's side, his ears folding back in an expression of frustration and worry.

"I know," he said, "but it's infuriating! They should be fighting it! Those fucking dragons, plotting and tricking us. Cowards! They'll pay for this. When I get out of here, I'll get my sword and..."

Anken placed a hand on Regnar's arm, shaking his head.

"Calm down, my lord. Please. We'll... we'll need more than a sword to beat them this time."

The black wolf did calm down, though it was mostly due to more worry. He placed a paw on Anken's chest to caress it and sat down closer to the coyote.

"...I know. Are you... hurt? Does it hurt? What they did to you..." The prince growled again. The paw on the coyote's chest curled into a fist, but Anken brought his own paw over it to keep him calm.

"It's alright. It'll pass. I'll live." Anken smiled softly and he was glad to see that it made Regnar do so as well, even if it was a sad one.

"I can't believe Rael let this happen. I can't believe that piece of shit is involved in all of this. He's gonna pay for that, too. He's gonna pay for what they did to you." The prince sounded serious. Determined. Anken still shook his head, though.

"He's still your brother. Still a prince," the coyote pointed out.

"Doesn't matter," Regnar answered promptly. "He'll pay."

The look on the prince's face even scared Anken a little, but a small part of him felt... flustered? The coyote looked away, for he felt his muzzle turning red. He felt the tip of his tail wiggling into a wag. Despite their situation, despite everything, seeing that Regnar cared about him like that... Anken's paw over Regnar's pressed it a little harder. The coyote still kept his eyes away from the prince, anxiety growing in his chest, but he forced himself to speak. He had to ask.

"My lord, what the dragon said back there about your... feelings." Anken stole a glance towards the prince just in time to see Regnar in a rare moment of what seemed like vulnerability. The large wolf's ears folded themselves back yet a little more and he too looked away. The prince knew where that was going. Anken immediately regretted touching the topic. That wasn't the time nor the place and, honestly, the whole notion was just plain stupid in the first place. Regnar was a prince, he was just a commoner. That's how it had always been, Anken knew well, and that's how it would always be.

"Get a fucking room, you two." Both wolf and coyote's ears perked up, and both looked back at the direction the voice came from. "Oh, wait, you can't. Because we're all in fucking jail."

The dungeon was dark as it always was and, because it had been empty before he left, Anken hadn't even thought about checking for other occupants. Sitting in the cell right beside the one they were with nothing but iron bars separating them was the slave master. The large bull that was responsible for the castle's slaves. Anken didn't know him very well personally, but he had been around long enough to be hard to miss.

"What are YOU doing here?" Regnar was the first to ask the question. The prince looked as surprised as Anken was. The bull just snorted, though. His eyes were firm over Anken.

"I suppose you're the coyote that freed lord Raenn from the slave, aren't you? Well, good fucking job. No, really. Great job going against the dragons. Now you're here and you managed to ruin MY life as well. They said they were done with my screw-ups. Thank you so much."

Every time Anken had heard the bull talk before he had been extremely polite. It was strange to hear him cursing like that. Regnar went right into growling, though. The pieces of what the bull was saying connected in his mind as well.

"Dragons betrayed you, then? Well, good. You fucking deserved it, you traitorous scum!" The black wolf stood up again. He was still a little wobbly, but he did it. He walked to the bars separating their cells so that he could snarl and show his teeth towards the bull. "When I get my paws on you I'm gonna rip those horns right off your head as well!"

The bull, sitting far away from the angry prince, just snorted.

"Nothing like that is gonna happen, my lord," he just said, the last words full of mockery. "We're screwed. Done. It's over. They'll send us to some far away prison soon and we'll never be seen again. Maybe not you because you're an all-mighty noble, but me and that little coyote? We're done."

"Like HELL they will!" Regnar just shouted back.

"He's right," Anken said with some effort. "That's what they're gonna do to us. If we stay here."

Both Regnar and the bull looked at him. Anken just rested his tired head against the wall.

"In case you haven't noticed, the guards and those iron bars are pretty determined to keep us here," the bull commented sarcastically. Regnar said nothing, but he looked just as confused.

"We'll think of something," Anken said with confidence. He had little to support that argument, he knew, but the determination still burned within him. The bull just snorted and looked away, while Regnar came close again to sit by his side. The coyote scooted closer and leaned his head against the black wolf's chest. It was bold, it was disrespectful, it was... no. He ignored the red flags of politeness that flared up on his head and just closed his eyes. He was too tired to think about that. Just a little bit of rest, that's all he needed. He could hear the black wolf's heart beating, pounding. Why was it going so fast? He tried to think about that right before he drifted into sleep.

---

Zeke had gone through hell. Answering the dragon lord's questions wasn't really enough to appease his sadistic pleasure in torturing both him and prince Rowell. Verifying the coyote's identity after Zeke had been forced to tell him about Anken helped a little, but he was still left bound to prince Rowell, both with those hellish devices stimulating and denying them for a almost a whole day.

In the end, it was a servant that freed him under the dragons' orders. A wolf, much like himself, yet one that served the dragons. Zeke could recognize a broken slave when he saw one and, by then, he was far too exhausted to do anything but obey. It was then wolven castle guards that took prince Rowell somewhere else because his magic capabilities were still a threat to the dragons, but Zeke wasn't important enough for that. They dragged him, naked and everything, to the castle's dungeon where they threw him in a dirty cell and locked him up.

The place was dark. Zeke had lived most of his life inside the castle, but he had never seen the dungeons before. As soon as the guards locked up his cell and walked away, the grey wolf had time to register his surroundings and notice that he was indeed not alone. On the cells across from the one he had been thrown into, divided by the hallway, he was surprised to see the slave master sitting in one, staring at him. The bull's eyes narrowed themselves towards the wolf, probably figuring out that Zeke was part of why he was there as well. It was hard not to let his ears fold back a little seeing that stare after spending so many years obeying the bull without question.

At the other cell, however, he saw Anken, the coyote he had met so briefly, sleeping while leaning on... Zeke's eyes went wide. Third prince Regnar! The wolf was looking at him with mild interest as well, a paw around the coyote's shoulder keeping him close. Zeke stood up and went to the bars, filled with worry. If Anken was here, it was likely his fault for giving him away and that filled the canine with guilt.

"What happened to him? Is the coyote alright?!" His question was full of worry. It piqued the bull's attention, but the prince was less friendly about it.

"He'll be," the prince said in a controlled voice, much to Zeke's relief. "Be quiet. He needs to rest," the black wolf growled. Zeke's ears sprawled back. The coyote seemed peaceful sleeping against the larger wolf. Zeke had so many questions, but he stepped away, nodding. With all the wrong he had done towards the coyote, that was the least he owed him.

He went to the back and sat on the bed of his small cell. There was so much going through his mind. It always seemed to gravitate back to prince Rowell being held captive by those awful dragons. Zeke brought his knees against his chest and hugged them. It was hard not to let hope die given his situation, but he made an effort to keep it alive. It was all he had, after all.

---

Emett struggled the whole way as he was dragged by the wolf guards. Deveth, the dragon lord he loathed so much, just kept walking calmly in front of them as if nothing was happening. They took him towards the higher floors where the royal guest rooms were, entering one of the most beautiful rooms Emett had ever seen in his life, yet he held no appreciation for it. The whole place smelled like dragon. The guards, under the dragon's orders, pressed Emett against one of the ornate wooden pillars in the middle of the large room. They used rope to tie his hands behind his back and around the pillar so he couldn't get away. Another one went around his neck so he would stay put. Though Emett growled, cursed and struggled, the guards paid him no mind. They simply kept obeying the dragon, as expected. Deveth, on the other hand, just stood back watching with those piercing, draconic eyes without saying a word the whole time. It was only when they were finally done that he stepped up to stand in front of the bound, growling wolf.

"Well, dog, looks like we're finally together again. Do you have any idea how much of a hassle your little getaway was for me? You made me come all the way over here, to this flea-infested land. You made me mobilize soldiers, spend resources, all of that just to find you and get you back." The dragon still sounded calm and cold as he always did. Just hearing his voice made the fur behind Emett's neck spike up in distress.

"Fuck you! You should have stayed in your filthy castle, then!" The wolf struggled against his bindings. He just wanted to be free. To stand up and have an opportunity to punch that smug dragon that had caused him so much suffering right in the snout. He knew the two controlled guards standing at his side would stop him, but he was pretty damn sure he could get at least one punch out. Deveth, on the other hand, just calmly shook his head.

"I see you've lost all of your manners in your time as a stray. What a shame. We'll have to train you all over again," the dragon said, stepping closer. Deveth put a hand on Emett's chest, feeling him up through the simple clothing he still wore. It was a slow caress that one could mistake for a gentle touch, if Emett didn't know what the dragon was capable of. The wolf pressed himself back against the pillar he was held to, growling and snarling as threatening as he could. The touch felt invasive, as he was sure Deveth meant it to be.

"I'm not a dog! I'm a wolf! I will NOT be your little pet again!" Emett's ears folded themselves back, especially because that hand slowly went downwards, reaching his waist, then lifting his shirt a little to feel his abs and fur directly under it. The wolf struggled harder, keeping his face away from the dragon. He felt powerless, small, and he hated it. Deveth took his sweet time to even bother answering.

"Wolf, dog, what's the difference?" The dragon's question was full of mockery, making Emett growl in anger again. He finally stepped back, however, just as his hand was reaching the waistband of Emett's pants. The dragon turned away and snapped his claws towards the guards. "Cut off his clothes. Slaves don't need those."

"No!" Emett cursed. He struggled again, but there was nothing he could do against the guard that stepped up and started cutting his shirt off with a dagger. The dragon stepped away from his sight, going behind him.

"Leave the undergarments. I want the final pleasure for myself," the dragon said calmly from behind him just as the guard had his paw on the waistband of the struggling wolf. He used the dagger to make a few cuts on Emett's pants, then proceeded to shred it down, leaving the wolf wearing nothing but his white, cotton braies that he had underneath them.

The dragon returned soon after and, for the first time, Emett's growling was interrupted by a small whimper of fear. His eyes went straight down to what the dragon was holding: a collar and harness. There was no doubt about what those did.

"I see you recognize your own gear. Good." Deveth pushed the guard standing in front of the bound wolf aside and took the dagger from him. He shoved the gear in the wolf's hands with a quick "stay" order, to which the wolf stayed there holding the collar and harness and looking at them. Deveth approached, his hand coming to the wolf's chest again, except this time he could feel the dragon's claws right against his bare, grey fur.

"Don't touch me!" Emett ordered it, pressing back against the wooden pillar as if that would help him get away. The dragon seemed to particularly enjoy that, feeling the muscles under Emett's lean, fit chest and stomach while completely ignoring his words.

"I had almost forgotten what a handsome specimen my little pet dog was," Deveth said, paying no mind to Emett's struggling. His hand went down to feel his abs. Emett's ears folded themselves back yet a little further when it continued going down, feeling his sheath and balls over the thin piece of underwear he was wearing.

"You'll pay for this! You and your fellow, treacherous dragons, you'll all pay for this!" Emett's voice was full of his discomfort and fear. His eyes kept going back to the gear the wolf was holding, as he feared that the most. Deveth, on the other hand, simply chuckled.

"Such strong words from such a harmless dog. You know what the best part about them is?" The dragon grinned. His hand going up so that his finger could pull the waistband of Emett's underwear just enough for his hand to start creeping up inside it, going down slowly. "The best part is that, when I put that collar on you, you'll be feeling real, genuine regret for saying these things to me. And then I'll punish you for them. Again and again and again..."

Emett whimpered softly again. The dragon's hand went down, touching his sheath, then continuing on until the dragon could cup and squeeze the wolf's furry balls. It felt extremely invasive. With a thumb, the dragon massaged Emett's sheath softly while rolling his nuts between his fingers. The bound wolf just growled. He did his best to control the feeling of powerlessness, of weakness, and fight the damn dragon.

"What's wrong, dog? Not feeling excited for your master's touch?" Deveth asked that question going up to his sheath, pulling it back softly so he could touch Emett's soft, hidden member inside. The wolf simply growled back, snarling and showing some teeth.

"We will have to fix that," Deveth continued, then his hand went down again to keep feeling the wolf's balls. He gave them a small squeeze at first, then a stronger one, then a stronger one still. The last one was hard enough to make Emett wince. "And these balls... they feel just so... empty. We'll just have to make sure to keep them pent up and full over the coming months again, won't we?"

Emett faltered at that. He kept growling, kept snarling, but he felt fear of what was coming creeping inside him. He wasn't going to let it overcome him, though. He wasn't. He hated this dragon with such a passion that it burned deep within him.

"Fuck you! I'll escape again, you'll never get to me with your twisted little games and fucked up devices!" Emett struggled against the ropes. He could feel them chafing against his wrists behind the pillar, but he just wanted to punch this dragon, to get away from him so damn badly. Deveth just kept smiling. That irritating, cold smirk of his.

"Oh, my pet dog, that is what I love about you the most," the dragon started again. "I've had so many other dogs. Some were better looking, some were smarter, but none of them had this fight in them. They all broke down so quickly. I so enjoy watching that fire burn deep, that hatred... it's delicious." Slowly, Deveth's smirk was turning into a pleased grin. He brought the dagger down this time and, with one swift motion, got rid of the wolf's underwear as well, leaving him naked. "I'm going to enjoy so much watching that fire slowly, oh so slowly, start to wear down, until the day I finally win you over by completely stepping over it."

Emett growled. The dragon looked at him with what was almost... lust. The wolf was convinced he was completely insane. Deveth gave the dagger back to the guard and, in return, took hold of the collar. Emett's ears went flat against his head.

"Don't worry, dog. I'll make sure that plenty of the punishment you have amassed for yourself will be upon your conscious self. It is that much fun seeing you struggle rather than whimpering, after all." The dragon's hand went back to his chest, except this time it crept up, feeling the fur of his neck with those threatening claws. He did it slowly, then, he brought the collar close to Emett's neck, much to the wolf's despair, and slowly enveloped it around it. Emett could swear he could feel the cursed tingling of magic already working, but the dragon was still slowly closing in the buckle.

"Stop!" Emett said, half pleading, half threatening. The dragon didn't. He kept on going until the collar pressed all around his neck, then yet a little further until the leather was so tight around his throat he almost had trouble breathing. Only then he moved to close the buckle. "No!" Emett still said. He could definitely feel it this time. That feeling he knew so well. His mind started getting foggy, thinking was harder, and he could feel himself slipping away no matter how hard he tried to hang on. The wolf panted and struggled, desperate to tear that cursed collar away from his neck.

"Don't worry, dog," the dragon just said. "We'll take special measures this time. I'll make sure you won't be able to escape, I'll make sure you'll be thinking of me every waking second, collar or not." Emett could see the dragon's grin, full of sharp teeth. He felt Deveth's hand going down again, feeling his exposed sheath and balls once more. He saw the dragon reaching out to the harness with his other hand, opening it as well, and then his conscience started slipping away, his feelings slowly replaced. His tail started to wag.

---

As soon as Raenn woke up still under Tiberius', the king's dog, large body, he still felt his tailhole aching after taking the feral's large member. King Ruvel was still snoring over his large bed at the side and, thought it was definitely not his choice, even the dog's bed was way more comfortable than the slave 'bed' he had slept in for the past week. Still, the thought of what he had done made his face grow hot with embarrassment. Slowly, he began the process of slipping off from under the large beast. Raenn was almost there, trying to pull his leg off from under Tiberius' belly when the dog woke up.

Raenn looked at him, hoping he'd be silent, and all he got was a slobber-filled lick right to his face in return. The prince frowned deeply in disgust and brought his paws up to clean it off. Tiberius started sniffing him, the dog's tail already waving happily. With his leg still stuck under the dog, he was far too close to fend the large muzzle off of him, but Raenn still tried.

Finally, Tiberius stood up. It was the cue Raenn needed to slip his leg off and get up himself. The large dog stared at him with his tail wagging even faster, but what Raenn did was run off to the mirror on the near wall. When he looked at himself, his hopes sank a little.

He was half expecting that after so long not drinking the damned potion, he'd suddenly be back to normal, much like he suddenly looked like a dog when he took it, but there was no change. He looked at himself and he still saw the dog that had tricked him, that had taken everything from him. Although...

Raenn stepped closer to the mirror. At his shoulder, he saw... Yes! It was a patch of white fur! He was positive that hadn't been there before. He lifted his arms and looked all around himself, which caused his tail to wag. A few other spots, some larger than others, of white fur could be seen around his body. Being the grey dog he still was, they didn't look like more than weird natural markings on him, but it meant it was working! It had to be working! He was reverting back to his old self!

The prince's excitement got cut off by a wet touch coming straight to his tailhole. It made him jump forward and spin around to see Tiberius panting, the dog's tail still wagging as fast as before. He wasted no time, either. The dog advanced again, this time upon his crotch, and gave the underside of his balls a lick that made Raenn tremble and blush at the same time. He used both his paws to push the large muzzle away, frowning, but Tiberius fought it off, slipped his hold and licked at it again. Raenn let out a grunt that came with no sound due to the silencing collar and stepped to the side to avoid the dog.

That proved to be a mistake. Tiberius advanced again, but he let out a small bark towards him and a whine. The dog's muzzle was down at his crotch again, but while Raenn kept trying to fend him off, Ruvel sat up on his bed. His eyes met his brother's and that made his ears fold back at once. He had wanted to tell him looking like himself. Since that wasn't possible, he wanted to at least sneak out to the king's office again to write a thorough letter that would make it believable. All of that before the king woke up, however. Tiberius shoved his muzzle forward and pressed his cold nose against his balls, making Raenn break up the contact and fight the dog again.

"I see you two are already having fun. Why are you still here, slave? Spent the night with the dog? Really?" There was a hint of amusement at Ruvel's voice. He moved to the side of his bed and rubbed his temple, grunting softly.

Raenn simply had to keep stepping back to avoid Tiberius. Apparently the dog was interested in the plethora of smells and dry cum that certainly still adorned his backside. Ruvel stood up, however. The big wolf looked out of the window, cursed a little about it still being too early, and went to his large wardrobe to pick his clothes for the day.

"You can head back to the slavemaster. You can tell him I complimented you on doing a good job, especially considering the... 'special' circumstances of it. Maybe that'll get one of those collars off your neck." The king started to take off his clothes while he spoke. Raenn looked at him with urgency, then he looked away. He had no desire to see his older brother's bare rump. Still, fear and anxiety swelled up on him. If he got sent back to the slave master, all he had worked for, everything would be ruined.

Ruvel was distracted unbuttoning the vest he was going to wear. Raenn had little time to think. He had to find a way to stay so he could stay within the magic blockers that protected the king and not be found. He had to tell Ruvel about everything! Another sneaky lick from Tiberius came to his sheath to interrupt his thoughts again and, as he looked down upon the large dog, his ears went down all the way, but he knew what to do.

Raenn retreated a few more steps, back to Tiberius' large bed, and he let himself fall back to sit down. Tiberius was really happy with that. The dog's tail wagged again and he came forth to lick Raenn's muzzle once more, which, this time, he reluctantly allowed.

It filled the prince with dread, but he reached down under the dog and found Tiberius' sheath. He started massaging it, coaxing the dog, which immediately humped softly against his paw. Tiberius let out a few small yips and came closer, apparently enjoying the touch. Raenn kept an eye on Ruvel that was turned away from them. He had to act fast.

It was working. He didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but Tiberius' large member started swelling up, coming out from his sheath, and the more he massaged it, the friskier the dog got. It didn't take long for him to be stroking the whole of the dog's length, thick and dark red, except for the knot that was already swelling upon his sheath. Raenn couldn't believe he had taken something of that size into him. No wonder it had felt so... intense. His cheeks burned with embarrassment thinking about it. Thinking about what he was doing to a feral dog. That embarrassment and shame in turn, because of that cursed collar, made his own member start growing even without his consent.

"What are you waiting for to lea-" Ruvel started as soon as he finished the unbuttoning, putting the vest on and turning around to see the dog and slave, both hard on the dog's bed. Raenn met his eyes and forced himself not to look as desperate as he was. He had to look like... he was enjoying it. His eyes went back to Tiberius and, with much reluctance, he licked the dog's muzzle. Tiberius loved it. He set back on licking the prince's muzzle as well, except with a lot more slobber, and Raenn just faked a smile.

"Really? You liked Tiber THAT much? You into ferals or something?" Ruvel raised an eyebrow, frowning. Raenn didn't answer. He couldn't anyways, he simply reached down to tug at Tiberius' cock once more, making the dog let out an excited bark. The king finished putting on his vest and moved on to his pants, though now he kept his eyes on the pair.

"Since it's early, I was thinking about taking a walk. I was going to take Tiber with me."

Hearing that, Raenn moved his hands down. He tugged the dog's sheath back, exposing the canine's knot, and squeezed it lightly. The motion made Tiberius hump against his hand, letting out another bark of sheer excitement. Ruvel grunted hearing it, but he chuckled nonetheless.

"Eh, I wanted to spend some time with Tiber before I head off to appease the Nighferren's squabble. He seems to really enjoy his new toy, though." Finishing dressing up, the king stopped at the mirror to briefly adjust his clothes. Raenn felt both relief that he wouldn't get sent off to the slave master and a sense of dread. The Nightferren's castle was a mere half a day of travel away, but that meant his brother would be out for, at the very least, one night. How would he deliver his letter? Ruvel came closer, which spiked Raenn's anxiety. He inspected both of them from up close and smirked. In order to keep the appearances, Raenn had no choice but to advance and lick the dog's muzzle again, but this time Tiberius licked at the same time, making it a sort of sloppy, slobbery kiss that took everything Raenn had not to make him flinch away in disgust. Even Ruvel flinched, but he laughed.

"I'm glad you take Tiber here in such a high regard. Looks like we indeed found the right slave for the job," Ruvel said, bringing his paw down to pet Tiberius' head. "I'll miss you, my friend. Show 'im how it's done, boy."

Still chuckling, the king walked away, heading out through the door and closing it behind him. Raenn sighed and had to use a paw to keep Tiberius' muzzle away from licking his again. He already felt covered with the dog's drool. He let go of the dog's dick and crawled back, away from him, then turned around to get up. If he could watch the guards' actions and get to the library again, maybe he could...

Raenn's line of thought got interrupted right away. Before he could properly get up, Tiberius pounced on him, taking him back down and then immediately locking a bite on the scruff behind his neck, keeping him pinned down. Raenn's eyes went wide. He realized what was happening, but he did it far too late. He opened his muzzle wide for what would have definitely be a howl, should the magical collar he was wearing let any sound past it, because Tiberius hit the mark on his first go, shoving his excited member straight into the prince's backside. Being the feral he was, there was no ceremony, no easing into it, nothing. The dog pulled back and shoved himself in again, deeper this time, and he was going to keep doing it until his knot was right back in there once more.