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Tome sat (Well, more accurately, crouched) in the throne room of a dark, imposing castle, made of high terraces and sharp points. Around his neck was a tight collar, keeping him chained to the wall. His hands were bound behind his back. He was forced to stay on his knees at all times, his feet similarly tied. He was thin, but not emaciated- his ruler (Or as he preferred to be called, God) kept him fed, and exercised.

Tome was a small ferret, in body size and shape. He stood a few inches under six feet, but his slim form made him appear shorter. He had a long, graceful chest, leading down to his hips, where he flared out slightly. Despite being a male, Tome looked quite feminine, with dainty legs, the lower half of which were black. Leaving him perpetually in sexy stockings. His thighs, sides, back, and shoulders were all a soft tan color, which led down the top of his tail, to a black point, the underside a lighter color, a bit closer to white. That lighter color ran in between his legs and up, past his dainty malehood and over his chest, up his neck, and over his muzzle, stopping underneath a dark mask over his eyes. His perky ears, which occasionally twitched or laid back, poked out above a mop of dark hair, which hung down over his face, naturally forming spikes and mounds.

His owner had tried to tame the unruly fluff, but no matter how many times a comb ran through it, it bounced back. Even his hair was more rebellious than this little slave. Without anything better to do, Tome looked through the chamber again. Jalle, the master, king, God, whichever, preferred to keep his toys in plain sight. Amazingly tall, stained glass windows rimmed the room, curling around a large, plush seat centered in the middle. In between the glass panes, set in the walls, were hoops and circles made for holding slaves, such as Tome himself. Above them hung long, royal banners, with the insignia of Jalle's reign stitched in: Feline fangs chomping down, along with a few splashes of liquid, done all in red against a black background.

The windows that ran around the room seemed to tell a story, one that Tome had had the chance to look over all too many times. It started on the left side of the room, since his Majesty expected people to enter, be impressed, and do a sweep form left to right. It depicted a cat, clearly Jalle, growing from a simple farmer into a powerful mage, slaying a mighty dragon, and seizing control of the country from it's leaders. It was certainly imposing to Tome, who still shivered whenever his master showed up. Jalle was often cruel, dominating, and acted without caring if he hurt feelings or flesh. He made it very clear that slaves were only around for his pleasure, and he would take it, in any way he seemed fit.

Tome had seen Jalle enact terrible punishments on others- it wasn't often beatings, but once Jalle, disappointed in a male's performance, climbed atop and rode him for a good six hours, using twisted, lewd magic to keep him going hours after he was done. Jalle's magic was great, and he occasionally played with his slave's bodies as if they were just toys. Sex toys. It ranged from giving someone a massive tool, to brainwashing someone's will away, and more.

Tome was snapped from his thoughts, as the heavy doors leading into the room opened, pushed aside by a gloved hand. Jalle strode in, and as always, was a sight to behold. The feline took immense pride in his body, and it showed in how he presented himself. Today, he was wearing thin, black leather gloves, with a criss-cross design cut through near the cat's midarm, letting blue fur tuft up from underneath. He wore no shirt- just a huge, red ruby, cut to a shining sparkle, set in a golden pendant around his neck.

Jalle's body was certainly feminine, but he was fierce and strong, where Tome was weak and soft. Jalle wielded his body like a weapon, and it showed in how he stepped into the room with confidence, hips swishing and swaying, his tail flowing behind him in soft waves. His stomach, taut and firm, though still slim, was a pristine white, while spotted blue fur covered his sides and arms. That beautiful white ducked under a pair of intricate, black panties that cupped his bulge splendidly, outlining it without stealing away from his powerful femininity. Loops of the cloth ran from his groin, up and over his ample hips, keeping the cloth in place as he strode forward. Dots of gold were worked into the cloth that clung tight to Jalle's curves, flickering in the firelight of the room.

Tome kept his head down as his master entered the room, a spike of fear and nervousness cutting into him. What was the cat going to do this time? Would Tome be the one he focus on, or would Jalle spare him for someone else? He peeked up to try and see, and caught a vicious grin on Jalle's lips. The cat's face had a small, blue nose, above white lips and chin. Dark blue, feline markings ran across the sides of his face, while contrasting pink eyes looked out intensely from above. His head was topped with that was was oiled and combed, making it sleek, though some parts of it seemed stubborn, rising into a spike around the back of Jalle's head, the rest flowing down to his shoulders. Cute cups of ears, ringed with dark blue and a spot on their backs, stood through the dark hair.

Tome realizes that the cat is walking right towards him, and shivers, tucking his head down once again, the ferret's long tail curling up around his feet. Soon enough, Jalle's paws stop right were he can see them, just a bit away from his body. Tome gives a shaky nod, and a "Master." as greeting, and Jalle hmphs with disappointment. He doesn't say anything on the matter, instead taking the tied leash from Tome's collar, and removing it from the nearby hook. He wraps it around one gloved hand, before yanking hard, pulling Tome's face forward into his crotch.

The ferret blushes a bit, embarrassment and shame coursing through him. The feline's pantied sheath is clear through the thin cloth, imposingly thick for his small size, and his balls were right below it, lewdly bulging out the girly fabric. Tome's eyes flick up to catch the cat's wide smile, his eyes looking down upon the ferret with a lust and demeaning presence tied into one. "Take 'em off with your mouth, and then suck me off, slave." The evil feline's words harbored no room for refusal, and Tome gulped, his long tail curling up around his knees.

The ferret's white muzzle twitch, and his lips slowly, reluctantly opened up, his warm breath flowing out over the feline's bits, letting Tome watch as the sheath inside the black panties twitched and surged, clearly excited for what was to come. Gently, carefully, Tome moved his head forward, using his lips and tongue to search against the fabric for a loose spot he could grap onto, to tug them down. He heard a heated huff from above as his mouth explored over Jalle's encased balls, his nose poking against the swollen sheath while his wet tongue rubbed against the silk, raising up little lines of rumbled, wet cloth.

Jalle's cock snaked into the cloth, full and imposing for being attached to such a small cat. It did create a flap of cloth that Tome could, thankfully, clench between his teeth with enough force to pull them down. His lips fumbled against it for a moment, taking him a try or two before his teeth found purchase in the thin underwear. The last thing he wanted was to find out how angry Jalle would be if he ripped them. He tugged once on the fabric, and it started to pull down form the cat's groin, the straps reaching up to his hips offering some resistance.

But, with another soft yank, those came loose as well. The cloth clung tightly enough to the feline's thick thighs that Tome would have to drag it out, but as he started to pull, Jalle's soft-pink colored cock flopped onto his face, draping over the ridge of Tome's muzzle, and bumping firmly against the ferret's hastily closed eye. The feline's cock wasn't overly girthy, but Tome knew it to be about eight inches in length, with a tapering tip. A few soft spines ran down over the length, more like soft bumps than anything else.

The pointed tip let loose a hot glob of clear, sticky pre that ran down over the ferret's closed eye, matting the fur on his cheek slightly. Tome felt pulse of heat in his loins, and blushed deeper, ashamed to be aroused while being used like this. He tugged the panties down the rest of the way, taking a submissive bow as Jalle stepped out of his panties, kicking them to the side, the pieces of gold clinking on the floor.

A second hot plop hit in Tome's wavy hair, the ferret shivering as he felt it's wetness seep in. He brought himself back up to find Jalle's member standing at attention, poking out from the cat's ample hips. Jalle tugged at the leash impatiently, moving Tome's face so he could grind against it. Tome meeped as the cock slid against his face again, running along his muzzle and jabbing him in the cheek. It looked massive when it was right next to his eye, and he could feel it's hot, throbbing length all across his face, smothering him with the scent of a dominant male, and leaving sticky trails through his fur.

Jalle grinded against the slave's face, his girly hips pulling back and slowly moving forward, rubbing the cock up the middle of Tome's face, tip poking through the soft hair, and then again on the other cheek, marring the ferret's mask. Finally, Jalle pulled his hips back again, and settled in, cocktip bumping against Tome's nose. It was clear that the ferret was supposed to take over now.

Tome could feel his erection pulsing now, needily throbbing below, but he didn't dare pay it any attention with his master's arousal hanging infront of him. Tome's ears flicked back as he dutifully opened his maw, leaning forward and taking in the thin tip, feeling the cock quickly fill out. He whimpered a bit around the length, his tongue swirling around the hot tip as it gave him a salty gift, the extra slickness making it easy for his soft tongue to glide over Jalle's hard flesh.

Jalle tapped his foot, wrapping the leash around his wrist again as he pulled, forcing Tome's muzzle down over his dick, until it was fully sheathed and Tome was gagging over the length stuck in his throat. "Speed it up, you slut. You're only here for me to put a load into, so you'd better start putting out." He gave the ferret some slack, and Tome shuddered. He considered nodding, but instead just got to work. He brought his head back, tears running from his eyes after having the dick shoved down his throat, and started to suck.

His mouth quickly filled with pre and spit, and he swallowed it down, quickly starting to bob. It was sloppy though, since Tome had a bit of fear mixed in with his arousal. Tome clenched his eyes shut so he didn't see Jalle's white stomach and groin moving towards his face with each time he swallowed the cock, Tome taking it in until it just start to poke his throat, a good six inches down. Lines of excess spit began to run out from the ferret's mouth, coming out the corners of his lips, since he couldn't focus on swallowing with the pace he was going.

He felt like he had less room as time went on, though, since Jalle kept on winding up the leash, forcing Tome further and further down even as it started to cut into his throat, making his breaths wet and bubbly. Tome could feel the cat's member stuck deep in his muzzle, his tongue pressed against it's bottom as it throbbed, letting loose a constant dribble of wet pre, the length hot, barbs rubbing in a surprisingly arousing fashion against his tongue and maw.

Jalle let out a frustrated sigh from above, finally tugging Tome down close enough that he was speared on the dick again, though with less gagging this time. Tome's little nose was pressed right into the cat's fuzzed groin, lips sealed around his base as the cock twitched in his throat. He struggled to breathe around the dick, but as Jalle rolled his hips forward, forcing Tome back a few inches as his tongue frantically ran over the prick, it seemed the cat was taking his sweet time.

Tome still tried sucking around the member, swallowing what he could, taking light breaths as his chest burned, trying to force some air past the pink member stuck in him. Tome fell back, as Jalle's foot suddenly pushed against his chest, forcing him back and against the wall. The cat's foot held him there, though Tome wouldn't have run anyway. A few lines of pre and spit ran from the cat's still throbbing length to Tome's mouth, slowly snapping and break off as the cat sneered down at him. "How pathetic."

"I give you one simple job, and you can't even perform well at that. Considering how nice you have it here, I think it's a shame that you can't even do your job." His foot travels down the ferret's chest, Tome jerking and blushing deep as the soft pads rub over his cock, Jalle's toes spreading around his length, pinning it to the soft belly fur below. "And yet, you still get to enjoy being aroused by it all. It's odd to me. Does a lumberjack get a hard-on when chopping trees? Maybe a really slutty one. And it seems that's all that you are: a slut who lets his own arousal getting in the way of pleasuring his master."

Jalle frowned down at him, Tome feeling shame swell in his chest. The cat's foot pulled away, though Tome still had a great view of his thick thighs, white balls, and drooling prick. "Maybe I've just selected you for the wrong job. One more chance, you whore." Jalle stepped back, but instead of letting Tome have another go at his cock, the feline turned around. Though his form was slim, Jalle still had some nice, full ass cheeks, blue on the outside with a line of white than ran through from his thighs, continuing through along the underside of his tail, which raised up above the ferret's head, the fluffy appendage long and soft.

Jalle's ass neared the ferret's face, the white line of fur throughout visible, as well as a soft looking, pink pucker that sat above his taint and balls. Tome squirmed as the rear neared, and them pressed to his face, leaving the softly furred, yet perkily muscled ass cheeks on either side of Tome's face. "Get to licking, and we'll see if you have any worth." Tome felt his cock throb, a wet drop running over his heated length to pool in the recess between his balls.

Feeling no other choice, he let his tired, aching tongue out, pressing against the clean, wrinkled skin of Jalle's hole. He lapped around it as Jalle grabbed his steely length, jerking himself off. He didn't get more than a few licks in, before the pressure started to increased, forcing Tome to lean back further and further. Tome can feel it when the cat shakes, a moan coming from the man his tongue was buried in, and for a moment, he thinks he might actually have a chance at getting Jalle off!

His tongue slides over the smooth skin once more, but notices something odd- it's softer, more relaxed. The slick muscle parts the cat's hole easily... And it slides down, heat enveloping his nose and muzzle as the cat starts to take him in! Tome squirms and yeps, bound as he is, but he can't fight it as he watches the cat's asshole bumps against the bridge of his muzzle. He hurriedly licks around the inside of that hole, hoping to placate Jalle before it got any worse.

He didn't want to be punished- definitely not like this! His already sore tongue lapped quickly over the silky, soft insides, but it seemed like it wouldn't matter as Jalle grunted, the cat's hot flesh pressing right up against his face, and then swallowing the entirety of his head! The ferret's ears twitch uselessly as they were squished inside that passage, his eyes blinking as they tried to process the sudden darkness. He could hear the inner workings of the cat, blood pumping, lungs breathing, and stomach gurgling.

The trapped ferret couldn't see it, but Jalle could make out the outline in his stomach, showing off the poor dook's squished face, a few inches above his rapidly jerking member, the tip of which bounced in the air as Jalle used his hands to steady himself. The had had been the easy part, though, and Jalle had to work harder on the shoulders, using gravity to help lower himself down, the easily-spread hole inching further and further down Tome's slender shoulders.

Muffled cries for help come out of the cat's gut as he finally manages to take in Tome's chest, the wriggling finally stopping. Like a prey caught in the jaws of a predator, Tome freezes up, shivering with fear as Jalle continues to take him in. The ferret is filled with despair as the warm insides of the cat further slide over him, soon forcing him to angle his head down, arms wrapped around his belly. Jalle's fluffy balls come to rest right on top of Tome's base, and the ferret jumps at the sudden sensation.

For Tome, all was black and dark, tight and hot. With his sight cut off, and the thrill of being trapped inside another, every touch to his sensitive cock sent a shock through the hard length, making it throb, and his balls ache. He could feel something similarly warm bumping against his tip, and he was sure it was Jalle's own member. He gasped inside those guys as a hand wrapped around his length, smashing against the feline's cock, their lengths both slick with Jalle's runoff, supplemented with the ferret's own.

The soft pads and smooth fur on Jalle's hand felt heavenly as it slid up their paired lengths, fingers slipping off of Tome's tip to rub against his own shaft, until just the pinky remained holding them together. Tome moaned softly, his face pressing harder against the fleshy wall infront of him, tail flicking outside the cat as the pace increased. Up and down over his member, rubbing as he twitched, attempting to thrust, though he couldn't move much. He quickly built towards orgasm, something about the situation making him terribly aroused.

Jalle's hand hit the base of his member, pressed to his balls, and Tome's prick gave a mighty pulse. The hand tightened and squeezed around his shaft as it jerked once, and then twice, cum splurting from his tip. It came out in a few short bursts, running down over his master's hand making a mess of his nuts and thighs. He could feel a chuckle rumble through Jalle, and while he couldn't see it, the feline was lifting his hand to lick off the jizz that stained it with strokes of his rough tongue. Somehow, it sounded even more sinister and ominous from the inside than it did from the out, Tome able to feel that low laugh rumbling down from above, running through his body.

With his slave's release, it seems like Jalle was ready to resume shoving him further in that ass. Tome whimpered out as the hole squeezing around his waist continued further down, over his hips, taking them in so that it was just his dainty legs, and long tail still outside. The ferret gets forced further and further into a tight ball, his knees angling up towards his chest as they kept coming in, his face smushed against the tum infront of him, showing off a scared face to anyone who happened to see Jalle from the outside.

Jalle stands himself up, just the hanging paws and a bit of tail remaining outside in the comparatively cool air. Jalle pauses for a moment, perhaps just resting during the intensive process, or maybe having a slight bit of mercy and letting Tome savor what would be his last bit of outside air. Tome knew, deep down, which one it was, but he chose to believe that Jalle was giving him a moment to make his peace.

The ferret clenched his toes, and then let them loose, wiggling them in the air before they, and that fluffy tail, were fully put inside. He could feel Jalle turn and lean forward, a groan emanating from the cat's throat. Tome was so hot... And it was so hard to think. Everything seemed to move as his head swam, another fearful whimper leaving his lips.

Jalle, though, was feeling pretty good. Tome was hitting all the right spots inside, and he was glad that his slave was finally doing something right. One blue hand was squeezing tight over his cock, jerking himself off quick as his other started to push and squeeze on his bloated belly. He was firm, Tome's body clearly outline, but as the moments passed and Jalle's stomach gurgled and rumbled, the bulges started to get softer, Tome's cries becoming less frequent. Jalle panted as he pushed harder and harder, fingers digging into his belly as it seemed to get more pudgy and less defined.

Jalle cried out, eyes squinted shut and teeth clenched as he came, his cock leaving thick lines of his feline, royal seed all over Tome's old spot. He shivered and huffed as his orgasm started to taper, dick losing firmness as the last few thick drops of cum slid off. With that, he waddled over to his throne, steps slow and wobbly with that extra weight in him. He plopped down in the seat, stomach resting over his thighs. He gave a frown at the distended flesh, disliking the way it marred his form, but the thought of how it'd soon go towards making him even better placated his worries. He snapped his fingers, and within moments, a new slave was brought to him.

He gave them the simple task of massaging away what was left of Tome as his stomach went to work, Jalle leaning back as their hands quickly, perhaps fearfully, worked. This did seem like a good way to motivate his 'workforce'. Maybe he should make more of a show of it next time.

A few hours later, the slave had been sent away, and Jalle was back to normal- well, mostly. His stomach was flat once more, but his once small, pert ass clearly had several more pounds on it, the flesh nicely rounded and soft. The extra weight continued down over his thighs, turning Jalle into a more bottom-heavy male. Just perfect for the visitor he had coming tonight. He was currently trying to fit back into those panties from before, but he just couldn't get them over his new and improved hips. His ass jiggled and bunched up as he tugged on them, letting out an exasperated sigh. Whatever. He could just go without. That might work out more in his favor anyway.

He had a knock at the door to his throne room, just as he was tossing away the useless pair of panties. Jalle sat down, adjusted himself briefly, and waved for them to be let in. The doors thudded open a moment later, pushing a poor servant out of the way, as a large horse strode in. He clopped forward confidently, despite knowing of Jalle's magical prowess and position, clad in tight leather over his arms, shoulders, and legs, leaving his face, chest, and groin free and exposed.

The horse was muscled and hard, face painted with tribal tattoos with his mane braided. He was covered in chestnut fur, about an inch long, though his mighty sheath was a bit more sparse, as if the meat inside stretched it out. He snorted down at Jalle, stopping just infront of the throne. The cat had, of course, expected this sort of behavior. The barbarian tribes were known for their dislike of authority, having people who only followed the strong. This was the first time he'd gotten one of their leaders to come to his palace, and he'd had to offer him quite the reward just to get that much.

Jalle stood up, and the exchanged greetings, but soon it was clear that there was a bit of a power struggle between them. Jalle stood just to the stallion's chest, eyes at pec level, but his attitude and presence battled against the stallion's physical superiority. It soon devolved into a contest of who had done what- apparently conquering an entire country on his own and slaying a dragon of immeasurable strength wasn't enough, so Jalle took the more direct route. He put on a cruel, wide smile, and turned around, leaning over the throne to show off his plump ass.

He reached back with a hand, squeezing the soft mound, pulling It to the side to expose the hole hidden between those newly fat cheeks. It got the response he wanted, the horse chuffing and stomping a hoof, clearly surprised at one of those 'weak city boys' being so sexually open. It only took a few moments for half of a length of cock to flop out of that swollen sheath, with more on the way.

"You talk of dominance, but I doubt you have nearly as much control as I do. My slave couldn't do his task, so I turned him into some extra ass fat. My other slaves aren't slacking off quite as much, now. What do you say to doing this another way? First one to cum loses." He slapped his ass, knowing he'd won as the male's cock throbbed to firmness. Tome had certainly gone on to do something helpful, even if he wasn't that great in life.

The stallion stepped up behind Jalle, and forcefully parted the ex-ferret, fat tip sinking right in to Jalle's hole...