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Pavlor, Rakuva, Sharven, and Tryst disembarked from the ship with a hundred or so other passengers. They queued through a corridor that had been extended from the docks to the ship similar to the walkways in an airport terminal to the airplane. The walkway was luxurious, covered in fine draped silks of gold with a royal blue trim. Pavlor could see the beach through the gaps of the hangings of the windows on his left, while on the right showed several short buildings with large glass walls facing the ocean.

A scaled hand gently touched his right shoulder. Tryst was there, acting in his usual protective manner while Rakuva and Sharven where idly chatting about weather and recent news just ahead.

"Everything OK?" Pavlor asked. It looked like Tryst had a defensive expression, though truth be told he always looked like that.

"Enjoying your closenessss," he responded, drawing the 'S' sounds out as he usually did. "I hear there iss a machine factory here for milking. I wasss hoping maybe you and I could visit it once we sssettled in."

The sound of that made Pavlor feel a flush of warmth fill his body. "Yeah, I'd really like that," he responded.

They arrived at the end of the bridge and formed a single line. Four gates stood as tall as the roof of the bridge they were on. As they passed in, they were greeted by a black and white dappled equine greeter. He was wearing a tight black and white rubber suit with a large white V on the front and back of his suit. This struck Pavlor as a little odd, since generally pets were not allowed to work.

"Greetings, Mister and Mister Wellser, Mister and Mister Dernfin. Welcome to Vendrigo Island. A transport is ready for you just outside the doors. It will take you to your hotel. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask anyone wearing a uniform. We are here to make your trip as relaxing and pleasing as possible." He gestured his hand towards the doors a few feet behind him.

Sharven thanked the equine and they headed out the doors.

The sun was exceptionally bright after being in the covered bridge, making all four squint as they stepped out into the light. The transports were all here in a line, and to Pavlor's surprise they were horse drawn carriages.

Each carriage had an orca driver sitting about halfway up the front of the carriage with two equines in full tack and harness, naked and ready to pull. The carriages were fairly large, big enough to seat about six people from Pavlor's guess.

Tryst was the one who spotted their names in bright letters just above the door on one of the carriages a hundred feet or so to their right. They stepped over to it, and as they approached the driver hopped down off the seat. He was wearing knee-high boots, black leather pants with jodhpurs, an open leather shirt with a white ruffled cloth shirt under it, and an equestrian helmet. He opened the doors to the carriage and stood at attention next to them.

"Welcome Sirs. Please have a seat. If you wish to inspect the livestock before entering, please feel free. They are well trained and very strong, and I assure you are both capable and happy to be at your service as your means of transport."

Pavlor was confused, and looked up at Sharven, who was admiring the two in the horse trap. "Umm, Sharven?"

Sharven looked down and smiled, "Yes, Pav? You want to inspect them?"

Pavlor was more comforted with the way Sharve could read him than disturbed. Having spent so much time with him and the things they had done for each other, he felt just as close to the orca as if he had married him. "Yes, please."

"Go right ahead, I'll be in the carriage." Sharven gave him a scratch atop his head before stepping in and sitting down. Rakuva and Tryst also got in as well, leaving Pavlor to stand outside.

Pavlor walked around to the front to get a look at the twin horses. Both were a foot taller than he was. They both were a golden tan with light straw colored hair. Their long faces had large, dark brown eyes that were somewhat covered on their right sides from the long manes that hung down in an almost unkempt manner. Each was dressed in a leather harness that had thick padded shoulder straps and wrapped around their torso's to perfectly outline and accentuate the large pectoral muscles of each. Their names were etched in gold leaf on the wide strap that almost went around their necks like a collar. The left read "Kendor" and the right "Agamon". A harness of leather framed their slightly erect shafts and heavy balls. Their legs were bare aside from rubbery boots over their feet which made them look like they had hooves instead of large feet.

The driver had moved so he could watch Pavlor from a respectful distance. "You may touch them, if you desire."

Pavlor looked at the one with the name tag Kendor and asked, "May I ask you a question?"

The horse nodded.

Pavlor leaned closer so he could whisper his question, "Are you OK like this?"

The horse responded in strong, but slightly effeminate voice, "Yes. We do this by choice. My brother and I love being livestock for the island. If you wish, Sir, you may request us later and we can speak privately, or get to know each other."

A warm snorting huff of air hit Pavlor in the back of his neck. He jumped a little at the unexpected sensation, but it was Agamon sniffing at his neck and then huffing out. Pavlor felt something poke his leg, and looking down he saw that the flare of Agamon's erection was rubbing against his leg and leaving a little wetness in its wake.

Agamon nickerd strongly, his voice a deep masculine voice in juxtaposition of his brother and added, "We like to play together, my brother and I. Would you be into that?"

Pavlor took a step back. His erection was full on now, and there was no hiding his appreciation for the two.

Kendor asked, "Is that a yes," as he nodded his head to Pavlor's unsheathed dick.

Pavlor nodded.

The driver spoke up, "Would tomorrow at noon be acceptable for you, Mister Wellser?"

Pavlor looked over at the orca. "Erm, yes. Please."

"I shall send them to you at that time then Sir. Please do not worry, they are both well trained."

"Thanks," Pavlor responded in a slightly sheepish tone. He moved around to the door of the carriage and got inside. All both Sharven and Rekuva were smirking at the canine.

"You setting up dates already?" Sharven asked.

Pavlor gave him a grumpy smile and just sat down. "Why..."

But Sharven cut him off, "Are they working? They aren't really working. It is all volunteer jobs. They can sort of skirt that rule because this is classified as socialization and fetish play."

"Oh," Pavlor said. "So, say if I felt like being hooked up to a carriage and act like a horse..."

"You just need to ask. You can exit the situation anytime you want, but for some the roleplay is well worth it."

The ride up to the hotel was mostly smooth as they could feel the two horse's gait while they wend their way up the incline of the road that lead to the hotel. Pavlor's ears were getting really red for the first few minutes of the trip since both orcas were giving Pavlor the business for being so quick to set up a fuck date. It was all in good fun though, as Sharven explained that he fully expected both of them to be sexed out after their vacation.

The carriage stopped and the driver opened the doors. All four got out and entered the hotel. They foyer was of average size and had enough room for several soft chairs and sofas, a few coffee tables, the bank of elevators, and the reception desk.

They walked up to the desk to checked in, Pavlor and Sharven got a room on the second floor due to Pavlor's slight fear of heights, while Rakuva and Tryst were on 44th floor where the rooms had balconies.

All their belongings had already been brought up so both parties headed to their rooms to give it a once-over. Pavlor and Sharven's room was just an ordinary hotel room with two king sized beds, a dresser, TV, bathroom, closet, and safe; everything Pavlor would expect to be in a hotel room.

"Well," Sharven said after checking all their stuff was accounted for, "See you tonight for dinner? I know Tryst really wants to try the machine parlor."

"Yeah," Pavlor said, "Where are you headed?"

"I'm going to check out the Labrynth. It's like a bath house, but a little more interesting. I'll take you there later once I get the lay of the land. Sound good?"

"Yup! Make sure you have fun, OK?"

"I will," Sharven said, "And you too. I want you fully drained before dinner tonight.".

Sharven moved to give Pavlor a long, firm hug. Pavlor got a kiss on top of his head as he was released.

"See you tonight at the Corral, Pav. Be good, and be safe"

"You too."

Pavlor stepped out of the hotel room to see Tryst already waiting for him. "That was quick," he said, seeing the lizard change from a relaxed lean against the wall to a more stiff standing position.

"The place is a dissstance away. We should head out right now ssso you won't be late for dinner."

"Righto," Pavlor said.

They headed out of the hotel and grabbed a transport, this time just a normal self-driving vehicle that sped off and down into a tunnel. Most of the normal transports were underground, which allowed the upper roadways to stay clear for pedestrians and carriages. They could have taken a carriage, but the travel time would have been much longer.

Pavlor watched as the lights zoomed by while inside the tunnel. The car was following its own path, speeding through Y shaped intersections until it turned a sharp corner and ascended up into the sunlight. The car stopped outside a huge metallic building that looked like a miniature airplane hangar. The wide doors in the front were open, and above the door was 'Chrome Palace'.

"Letsss go in," Tryst said in an excited hiss, walking right into the building with Pavlor behind.

Inside was a simple entry room with four identical doors behind four turnstiles. Each turnstile was manned by an orca in uniform. Tryst pulled Pavlor up to the turnstiles and they went into the second door from the right.

"Enjoy your ride," the orca said as they walked through the turnstile and the door slid open for them.

It was dark inside the little elevator and it started going down very slowly. A voice began to speak in an almost falsely happy tone. "Welcome to the Chrome Palace. Inside is a surprise waiting to be discovered. Should you wish to end anything that is going on, you just need to say 'Stop'. Please enjoy your adventure!

The doors slid open to reveal four colorfully lit circular ducts, each were about four feet in diameter and there were streaming lights running down inside them. Tryst jumped up into the upper left green one and looked back. "You want to follow, or go your own way," he asked. He didn't wait for a response, but started crawling down the pathway.

Pavlor jumped up into it as well and felt the soft and rubbery padding of the tube. He started crawling along it and watching the lizard's tail swishing back and forth before him.

After a few turns, Pavlor was getting a little bored of crawling down the tube, though at some points he could hear the unmistakable sounds of moaning coming from around him.

There was a sharp turn and Tryst slipped out of sight to the left, followed by Pavlor. They were standing in a cylindrical room with three large glass tanks set against the opposite side of the room. Two had occupants restrained in a spread eagle and leaning back, both of the equines and fully erect. They seem to be enduring some kind of teasing from a small arm that was extended and gently stroking their erections with soft, fluffy brushes.

Tryst was caught off guard and hissed angrily as a small trap door opened up and he slipped down a small chute. Several seconds later he was brought up from below in the last remaining tank. He was spread eagle like the others and was being gently tickled on his slit by the same kind of brush that was teasing the other two.

Pavlor began to feel heat creeping up his neck as he was watching his friend being molested, which made him hesitate when Tryst was trying to yell at him to turn around.

A large set of robotic arms reached out and grabbed Pavlor, but before he had any time to respond he was quickly restrained in a kneeling position. He was forced down on a set of padded surfaces with his arms pulled behind his back. His head restrained so he could only look forward. His arms were secured with straps above and below his elbows, plus his chest and torso were also similarly strapped. This left his hips free, but otherwise immobile.

A voice rang in the small chamber, "Capacity exceeded. Extraneous individuals will be restrained until processes are completed."

Pavlor couldn't do much but begin to spill from his sheath. He had a pretty good idea what was going to happen and he had no choice but to endure watching his friend and the two strangers get milked.

"Procedure initialization," the voice rang.

Pavlor watched as three similarly shaped rubber gas masks slipped down over each of those held captive in the tanks. Small metal arms helped secure the masks, which had hoses entered onto one side of and exiting the other. After all were secured despite the wiggling and protests, the hoses gave a wobbling shudder and each recipient tensed up.

"Relaxation routines engaged. Teasing and edging routines activated."

Pavlor heard the words and assumed everyone else could by the way they writhed in their restraints. Pavlor watched as each other captive slowly stopped wiggling and relaxed, breathing in slow and deep breathes. He could see Tryst's eyes looking at him with a hungry expression with his shaft quickly filling out and looking moist from being hidden in his slit. Both the equines were already erect, but the little teasing brushes were being retracted and they both throbbed and drooled in the air inside the glass cages. A few moments later each jerked their hips forward.

Pavlor watched as rubbery probes began to slip up and slowly penetrate each captive in turn. His own cock was fully erect and knotted but nothing was allowing him to move or touch himself. He was dripping a slow and steady precum down between his legs into a small basin between his legs.

Tryst gave a sudden and sharp moan as his ass was filled up with the probe. This was followed by the other horses in turn, the one on the very right giving a loud winny and flexing his dick in the air then the middle one moaning in a deep, rumbling voice.

Each captive was slowly being anally stroked by the rubber probe; each twitching and moaning as they were worked and methodically stretched. This went on for some time and it was slowly driving Pavlor mad with lust. He was continually dripping more and more precum into the small collection area between his legs.

"Beginning milking procedure. Deploying milkers."

The sound of the voice made Pavlor's insides writhe with heat. On cue, long rubbery tubes slipped down from above each captive, black and dripping with some thick, stringy lubricant. He could see the insides already undulating and sucking at the air as they were lowered before each captive.

The middle horse was the first to get his cock restrained by the tube with the milking tube slipping down. It made an audible sucking noise that could easily be heard outside the glass cages. It pressed against the horse's flare until it slipped inside, followed by a small deluge of clear fluid down the shaft to make the it easier to capture.

Tryst was next and he let out a muffled hiss of delight as his cock was slurped up inside the undulating interior of the milker. His shaft was also suddenly wet with lubricant as it spilled out the milking tube, so much so that it began to drip down his inner thigh.

The last horse was finally ensnared by the tube in the same manner. Now all three had slick, rubbery milking devices sliding down to the base of their dicks. The tubes held steady once the shafts were all fully captured, but by the twitching of the cocks, Pavlor could just imagine the feeling of what one of those would be like as it gently pulsed but didn't stroke.

"Milkers deployed. Initiate orgasm extraction."

The milking tubes began to shuttle back and forth slowly upon each shaft. Pavlor could see the flesh of each cock being stroked in a painfully slow manner. Each milker was rising to the halfway point of the cock inside it after about fifteen seconds, stopped, then began slurping back down the shaft at the same speed. Tryst was affected by this the most, his body straining and loud, frustrated moans came from him as he was slowly gripped. The lizard always had a feral breeding need, though with Pavlor he held back as much as he could. Being stroked like this looked to be an endurance test for him.

Pavlor struggled hard for several seconds, moaning and whimpering out loud in shared frustration with Tryst; he was desperate to get at his own drooling erection and grip it to masturbate. His eyes met Tryst's and there was a violent, hungry lust emanating out of the lizard's eyes.

The sight both frightened and aroused Pavlor and made him redouble his efforts to try and release himself. As he was expending all of his effort to try and relieve his sexual tension he didn't notice that a single black rubber hose had slipped down from above and was angling right at his face. When he heard a small alarm go off and a red light blinking in Tryst's enclosure, he looked up and jumped in surprise at the additional tube.

Tryst was straining hard and making his breeding-cry just before his orgasm hit. Avlor saw as the tube slurped down suddenly, gripping Tryst fully as the whole tube pulsed. Tryst's tail began to twitch behind him in time with the onset of his orgasm.

"Orgasm in chamber one, commencing."

Tryst bucked and pushed his hips against the tube hard, but it was a useless gesture as the tube remains against his groin and kept undulating. His body tense and his muscles contracted; his orgasm easily visible to Pavlor. A few seconds later, the thick lizard's cum was ejecting from the tube facing Pavlor. It coated his face and chest in a sticky mess, and the scent of his friend was now soaking into his fur.

Another small alarm was going off. "Orgasm in chamber three, commencing."

Pavlor didn't need to open his eyes to know what was happening. A seconds later the horse was crying out in bliss. The voluminous and thick load of semen was soon pouring over Pavlor and dousing him in the heady scent of the horse.

Barely two seconds after the first horse started, the machine's voice intonated again, "Orgasm in chamber two, commencing."

Pavlor was hit again, feeling the semen flowing over his body and dripping down into the collection basin beneath himself. The heat from the cum warmed his skin and the canine felt utterly drenched in the large volume of semen being sprayed at him by means of the tube. It felt like he had been doused with a few gallons of the pearly fluid.

The slurping sounds subsided from each glass tank, followed by a soft hissing moments later as the front of the glass tanks slid open.

"Extraneous individuals to be released upon orgasm," the automated voice spoke.

Pavlor fels someone wipe his face and clean up the jizz covering his eyes. He saw Tryst up close, the lizard licking off all the cum that had been deposited on the canine. The other two horses were down on their knees before him, one with their mouth slurping the knotted cock with at a feverish pace while the other was licking and slurping at Pavlor's balls.

"Tryst," Pavlor said in an alarmed tone. "I'm going... I'm GOING..."

Tryst pushed his lips up to Pavlor's ears and said, "Cum for me, little puppy," in a tone of intense lust.

Pavlor didn't need anything else to force his cum and his whole body jerked and shuddered as his knot was held tightly in strong lips. He howled and came hard, spilling his seed into the equine's mouth while Tryst urged him on, ordering him to give up every drop of seed.

It took several minutes for the excitement to ebb away and Pavlor found himself released from the confines of the robot holding him.

The equine who has swallowed down Pavlor's ejaculation was standing up and licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yer a good tastin' doggy," he said in a thick accent.

The other horse had already left through the large door that showed the work EXIT over it.

The remaining equine simply gave a wave and a smile, and trotted off to the exit.

"Did you enjoy yourssself?"

Pavlor gave a sigh of relief and nodded. "Hell yes. We should come back and try some of the other rooms."

Tryst gave a wide smile. "We can. Would you like to go to the hot tub back at the hotel? I think you need a little soaking with sssomthing other than cum."

Pavlor gave a nod and stood up with Trysts assistance. The canine putting his arm around Tryst's shoulder as they walked over to the exit..