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DAY 2

"RISE AND SHINE, KIDDOS!"

The barked exclamation got everyone moving, though... not coordinated well. Wolfgang sat up quick, and smacked his forehead on the bunk above him. Laura got tangled in her sheets trying to roll out of bed, and wound up face down on the floor. Eve sat bolt upright, wide-eyed at the door. Jack...

"Five more minutes," the red panda mumbled, rolling over to face away from the door. A heavy sleeper, it seemed. While the other three were sorting themselves out and waking up, Janice set her sights on dozing panda. With his face in the sink in the bathroom, Wolfgang couldn't see what happened, but the alarmed squeal and following thuds and thumps sounded like something he'd have liked to watch. Following that, and with an added order of "light clothes, ladies and gentlemen! Workout gear!" from Janice, Jack appeared in the bathroom, and people spent the next twenty odd minutes getting showered real quick, cleaned, brushed, trimmed and ready to face... what?

"What?" turned out to be a new room. Janice was her usual spunky self, though he had a feeling she'd gotten more sleep than they had. It was still dark out, and in May that meant godawful early. Wolfgang was guessing somewhere before 6, but none of them had thought to grab a look at a phone before they were hurried out by their taskmistress. It was a pretty big room, really, and clearly had a single, obvious purpose.

"Ah don't recall bein' told Ah was gonna have to work out in the mornin's," Laura grumbled.

"Sorry, sweet cheeks, it's in the paperwork! Don't worry, it's not an every day thing, and won't usually start this early. Today's another round of assessments. They won't all be as much fun as last night was, sadly." She winked at Eve, who blushed bright, then pushed people into what turned out to be a brutal physical fitness assessment. Hours of finding out the absolute maximum each of them could lift in various directions and with various motions, how fast they could go, and finally a grueling round on the treadmill.

Unsurprisingly, Wolfgang was the strongest lifter, with Laura close behind. Surprisingly, Jack was by far the fastest, though there were catcalls and threats about what cheaters get when he dropped to all fours and sprinted that way, body coiling and extending in that weirdly boneless way that kept him off the ground without seeming to really touch it. Perhaps the biggest surprise was that Eve was the last one to drop on the treadmill, outlasting even Wolfgang by a solid twenty minutes.

They were left on the ground for a minute, allowed to just flop there boneless and exhausted in the sunlight. Jack, or rather his stomach, was the first to interrupt their giddy exhaustion with an alarming grumble. The other's echoed that sentiment, shortly after.

"Alright, I hear hunger, and since at least two of you have the fangs to eat me if I stand between you and breakfast- brunch, really- start stretching. You're gonna hate yourself for days if you don't, and I'll call down to Catherine and see what she can scrounge up for you grumbleguts."

All of them understood the need to stretch sore muscles, but it was Jack that proposed helping each other. "S'not like it won't go faster, c'mon Eve, give me a hand and I'll give you. The two big kids can help each other if they like." Which got a pair of predatory growls that faded into exhausted laughter. But the four of them had paired off and were working on each other's muscles when Janice reappeared.

"Good news, you don't have to eat me! Catherine's got something on the way up for you lot. I told her you hadn't been too lazy, so she might have made it enough to keep you sharp-tooths from gnawing on anyone in a way they won't enjoy." That got growls out of all four of them, even Eve, but when they got to that main dining and training area, any growling stayed in their stomachs. And not for long.

It wasn't a feast, but there was plenty of food, and all of it looked fresh and good. Plenty of meat, but at least as much fruit and greens, and plenty of drink. A lot of water, but sports drinks as well, the good kind that weren't just glorified sugar water, but actually restorative. Janice was eating with them, and despite her gleeful malice while working them through the assessments, he couldn't recall her having more than a cup of coffee during the whole ordeal.

"Nah, solidarity, wolf. I might be the one causing you problems today, but at the end of this, we're all equals, might as well get that mindset in from the start. Yeah, all of the instructors are going to kick you in the ass for a couple months, but at the end of that, you're one of us, so it doesn't make sense to be anything but part of the team, to you. Me, especially, since, officially and on the papers, I'm your advocate. If you need to say something about one of your fellow trainees, or an instructor, but you're not sure about saying it straight to them, you talk to me, and I deal with it. We don't tolerate revenge shit either, any more than bullying, but I kinda doubt it'll come up. Still, it's an official thing, this is a rough training program, and to keep licenses and shit, we have to have someone be a safety valve. That's me."

Which made sense to Wolfgang, at least. The folks who handed out licensing for places like this would want to inspect the training program, and ensure nothing shady was going on. There were rumors of some of the less honest joints using brainwashing and chemical dependency in their training, but no one could confirm that, and surely, if there were any truth to it, they'd be shut down. Hard.

After brunch had been packed away into a quintet of growling stomachs, it was back to the classroom, which surprised no one at all. Janice settled in at the instructors desk, slid her shoes off, and propped her heels on the desk as she leaned back. "Okay, so, any guesses what day two is about? Aside from physical assessments, anyway."

A few shrugs and mumbles of confusion was all she got back. "No guesses? Damn. Alright, we're going to spend a few hours on learning about pleasure, satisfaction, and so on, and how they work, psychologically and physiologically. There's not a whole lot of practical application homework for this, but there will be a little bit. Let's get started!"

It wasn't mind numbing, really, but it was pretty bland stuff, probably pulled from a couple of college level textbooks. These and those chemicals and hormones and impulses all coming together to produce this or that emotion. The follow-up to three hours of lecture and video was a grinned and giggled, "this is NOT nearly all that's involved in sex, boys and girls. We're just scratching the surface of that mess. But let's get to a late lunch. Plenty of time for questions around mouthfuls of meat." The lewd wink directed at Wolfgang got a giggle from everyone, and a perk of ears and curious 'wurf?' from him.

"Maybe later, wolfy. I know you've had one blow job in the last twenty-four hours. Hell, I know every one of you's had at least one orgasm since dinner. Won't be a rare thing for you. Except for a couple weeks in there, but we'll get there when we get there. For now, dig in."

Lunch was lighter, but it wasn't all that long since breakfast, so it made sense. Still some damn good food. "Seriously, Janice. Are we going to be eating Catherine's cooking for 8 weeks? Because... that would be a hell of a job perk."

"Nah, no such luck buster. First week is all. After that, things settle down, and you all will be doing most of your own cooking. Whether that means cold sandwiches and water or five-star dining is up to you. I'd guess somewhere in the middle, but we'll see what we see. In the mean time, it looks like lunch is done with. Wolfgang, clean up please, then join us back in the classroom." He stacked dishes, and got it all onto the catering cart to roll back out to the elevator. There wasn't anyone there, of course, so he stuck it in the elevator car and hit the button for the second floor, where Catherine's kitchen and scullery were.

On his way back to the classroom, he came around a corner and was suddenly belt-buckle-to-face with the ginger-haired mouse Madame. "Wolfgang. You will follow me to my office, now." It didn't even vaguely sound like a request, and she walked off without offering any chance for questions or objections. So he followed that petite, gently curved mouse down another few hallways. Her office was in another corner of the floor, with the same two-walls-full-of-window view. Also had a bathroom off of it, another wall of windows, which had him wondering, more than a few things. Books and a data terminal against one wall, and several chairs, but no desk, really. It might be an office, but it clearly wasn't the kind of office that handled a lot of paperwork.

"Sit," she ordered, and he took one of the chairs, as she took another. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable for him, at any rate, she seemed utterly unfazed.

"From what I can tell, you're adapting quickly. Alessia had good things to say, and so does Janice. Your fitness results are satisfactory, and your lab work and background check have come up clear." Wolfgang perked his ears, sensing a 'but' in the end of that statement.

"But I'm concerned. Your motives for this change are suspect, and I do not need or want to be guessing why one of my assistants is doing their job. In your own words, not parroting our illustrious leader, why? Why are you here?"

Which wasn't an easy question, since this transfer hadn't really been his idea. "I... part of it's the pay, I'm not going to lie. Who doesn't want to make better money? But also because it sounds like something I'd be good at, and from what I hear, your department is always understaffed. You could use the help."

She didn't answer immediately, spending several long minutes watching him through narrowed eyes. After whatever mental process had finished, she gave a short little nod. "Very well. Go on, rejoin your group." A shooing motion with her left hand. "I think, however, that your final exam will be me. Have to be sure, since you're such a special project, that you're up to snuff."

None of that was calculated to put his mind at ease, and Wolfgang was in a pretty somber state of mind when he made it back to the classroom. Janice's grin was infectious, though. "Ah! Glad you could make it, wolfy! Don't worry, I know what happened, we're not gonna spank you for being late. That's a few weeks away, though. I was just doing a basic on canine anatomy, since you weren't here and you really ought to know how it all works anyway."

"I... think you could say that, yeah. I've had a little experience with canines and pleasure."

The general chuckle from the room ended with Janice walking over and poking him in the chest, finger on his breastbone. "How about it? Hands on practical, so everyone can see how it works in person?"

"This is one of those things where saying no is pretty much failing, ain't it?"

"Not exactly, big guy. But it'll make it easier on everyone to have a live demonstration, instead of just reading it. Even though, if your class holds true to every other one that's had a male canine in it, you'll wind up getting hands on with him sooner than later. So what's your choice, Wolfgang?"

After a moment of hesitation, and noticing the intent and hopeful stare from Eve, his already weak resistance to the idea caved. "Alright, alright. I assume that's an order to strip and head to the front of the class?"

"Actually... no. Field trip time!" Janice hopped up and led the way down the corridor, through several turns and doors, to a room with a much different door. All the rest had been simple things, painted just a bit different from the walls. This was a double door that looked like real wood. Heavy, too, with enough mass to make inertia a real factor.

Opening them was like a signal, and they stepped into what felt like a totally different place. The lighting was dim and flickery, from what looked like oil lamps along the walls, They couldn't be, of course, no one had used oil lamps in a developed nation for a long time. Most likely some fancy LED lights, but still... they lent a particular ambience to the room, not that it needed help.

Wolfgang had known that there were several dungeons in the building. It was in the employee handbook, along with procedure for reserving time in them. But he'd never seen one. Never really had an urge to see one, and now he was second-guessing that lack.

The room was lush, with thick carpet that begged for bare paws. Janice was already out of her shoes, anyway, and everyone else took that as a cue. A glance from the doberman gave him instructions, and he finished stripping completely, leaving himself... on display, really. Everyone else was grinning, or in Eve's case, staring, at him. "Come along, wolf," Janice instructed, gesturing to a massive wooden chair.

There was plenty of furniture in the room, and most of it looked very, very sturdy, often overbuilt or overengineered. He commented on that, and Janice shrugged.

"It's built to handle Alessia. Sweetheart that she is, she loves to struggle when someone's putting her through hell. So this is where she gets to do that. It happens that a place with furniture designed to handle even the most heartfelt struggles by a large and powerful lady is also the best place to find out how rough a new student can handle. Or in this case, to keep you, mister wolf, from interfering while you get to be the lesson."

It made sense, really, but he was still a little less than certain of the whole mess. But his concerns weren't enough to keep him from sitting down on the chair. It was surprisingly comfortable, especially surprising, since there was a hole in the seat under him, but the remainder was luxuriously upholstered, well cushioned. As were the arm rests, back, and legs. All of which, he learned quickly, had some very secure straps. Thick, wide leather that fed through buckles well out of reach of his hands, and locked him quite snugly into the chair.

"Okay class!" Janice was all smiles as she sat on Wolfgang's lap, and started to wiggle. "Who remembers the most important two features that make a canine cock unique?"

Everyone laughed, aside from Wolfgang. He smiled, at least, but Janice's eager and enthusiastic wiggling, rubbing a nicely padded ass against his lap. The denim made it a little more friction-y than he might have liked, but it was still... arousing. Very much so. "Okay, we're not running this like a grade school review or anything. You're all adults, you know how this works. So! Like I was saying, canine's have a pair of unique features. Not all dogs are made equal, so you'll wanna check with a client before you go gambling on it, but-" she scooted off his lap, and gestured to the well erect and throbbing red shaft- "Wolfgang here has both features, and they work like they should. He's got this tapered tip here," which she stroked and teased with a finger. "That makes initial penetration pretty easy, but you have to be careful, because it thickens out right quick."

Eve was the first one to step up, not that he was surprised at her eagerness to touch and explore him. The way she'd been staring off and on since the first step of indoctrination was a pretty good clue at where her curiosity was. "It's... hot. Like, really hot?"

"Yeah. Don't quote me on the science, but whoever designed the base canine genetic package tweaked things. We run hotter than your average human by a few degrees. Not a lot, for stuff like skin contact, and you usually won't notice, since fur insulates pretty well. But a dick's already a lot of pumping blood in a real thin-skinned package, and on wolfy here it's one of the few spots that you don't have fur insulation. You wouldn't want insulation anyway, because, ah, there we go." Right on cue, apparently, a bead of pre slid down the underside of his cock, and Janice took a finger to rub that dollop of dog slick around the tip.

"A good canine is really messy, really juicy. Lots of natural lubrication, which is great for, say, anal play. You'll still want to use lube as well, just to make sure everything's a nice smooth glide, but in a pinch, or if you want a salty drink, a dog can supply. Speaking of, don't worry, Wolfgang. We'll make sure you stay hydrated."

That was worth a healthy gulp, and the rest of the class laughed at the worried look on Wolfgang's face. Mostly in the ears and tail, admittedly, but by this point fur expressions had worked well into the mainstream, so reading his reaction was natural. Still, being strapped down solidly to a chair sturdy enough to keep him still no matter what, was a little frightening. And the implication that he was going to need a lot to drink said a lot about how the next few hours were going to go.

He wasn't wrong, either, though with Janice leading things along, all three of them got some hands on time. "See, we want to go through each of the stages of a good fuck with a knot, though for obvious reasons we're not going to get each of you stuck on him in turn. Might be fun, but we'll leave that to your own time. For now, we're going to each walk through drawing him out of his sheath, getting him alllll the way up, expanding the knot, and simulating tying. Understanding how the knot works, and how to handle it safely and with the best results for the boy it's attached to, can be really handy if you wind up working with a male canine on a job. You probably will, there's a lot of them out there and some of our best repeat business is from a sort of 'wolf pack' group that- well, never mind, you'll find out. They're a lot of fun."

Which raised more questions, but this wasn't the time. Eve went first, the small woman handling him gently, almost too much so. It wasn't that she was afraid to touch him, but like she was worried about hurting him, somehow. There was something exceedingly careful in her touch, but the almost fanatically precise caresses were pretty damned pleasant. Janice had moved behind him, hands on his shoulders as she leaned on the chair and directed. "Okay, now that you've got him good and solid, keep stroking him. Nice and smooth, bring your palm over the tip and slick his shaft with all that mess he's making. See the knot inflating like that? It's in time with his pulse, so the more you excite him, the faster he'll grow."

"Really?" The pale, raven-haired woman laughed gleefully, and Wolfgang groaned as her hand sped up, stroking him with more confidence and eagerness. True to their teacher's word, the already thick knot at the base of his cock kept swelling up, inflating more with every heart beat until it was full.

"Okay, see how big it is? It's not like, perfectly round, but it's almost twice the diameter of his cock. If you're not ready for that, it'll hurt. A lot." Janice nodded seriously, and Laura joined in with the nod.

"First time I had a Shepherd mount me, I was sooooo not ready for that knot, and he was way eager. Was not a happy night, for either of us."

"Right," continued Janice. "So the fun part is that as long as you keep all the stimulation in front of his knot, you can keep him up, hard, and dripping all day long. No amount of stroking or sucking or vibration is going to actually get him off."

"Whoa! NO please? That is not cool, Janice!" Wolfgang was less than happy with the direction that was headed. "I did not agree to that, and you know it."

"Yeah, I know. Talking, explaining. Didn't say we were gonna do that. Just by way of explaining why the next bit is important. Calm down, wolfy. You're gonna get off. At least three times. So, now that he's all up, and ready to rock, this is where tying happens. If he's fucking someone, he gets that knot wedged inside of them, it gets trapped, and he pulls back real good and pops off. Which is great, 'cause if he gets a good seal, there's no mess on the sheets. Well, not immediately. Since he ain't in someone, we're gonna show you how to do it manually. Eve? You wanna swallow him, or should we splatter him into a bucket? Up to you where your load goes."

Eve kept stroking while she thought it over, and the wolf was getting hazy. Too much pleasure all wound up, without release. It hadn't been all that long, but it was still getting to be too much. Right about the time he couldn't contain the desperate whine, she decided, and reached for a bucket set out of sight nearby.

One hand cupped behind his knot, and squeezed, tugging carefully, a few times. That was really all it took, and her other hand helped aim him into the bucket as he came with an explosive bark of pleasure and relief.

"Holy shit," Eve marvelled. "That's... a lot of cum. I'm glad I didn't try and swallow all of that."

"Yeah, it woulda been fun to watch you try, some. Still, you know you best, or at least you will by the time we're done with you. And it looks like we're in for a bit of a wait. See, once a canine's tied, that knot stays swelled up for a while. The time varies from person to person, but averages around fifteen minutes or so. So we're gonna wait while he recovers and goes back down and such, and then... who wants to go next?"

Several hours later, after a few more orgasms, a big drink, and a shower, the lot of them were seated around a card table in their little dorm. Wolfgang and Laura were sitting on the beds, with Jace and Eve in chairs, taking up the four sides of the table. It was Wolfgang's deal, and he flicked cards around the table, and flipped one over. Rummy wasn't too intensive, really, but it was good to keep the hands busy while they talked.

"I'm really not sure what part of me is gonna get used for hands-on training." Jack drew, and chucked a nine of hearts onto the pile. "Pandas aren't really all that unique, biologically. Certainly not in the sex department. I think we just get by on enthusiasm and fluffy cuteness."

"Ha! You only think you're cute, sugah" Laura grinned. "That fox Ah spent last night with was somethin' else, Ah swear."

"Oh, Icon?" Wolfgang eyed his hand, took the discard pile, and played a trio of Kings. "He's an interesting guy. Seriously, talk to him some time, about... whatever. Behind that fluffy popstar thing is a pretty sharp mind. Don't play poker with him, though. I swear, the big, wide, innocent eyes are there just to fool you. I lost thirty bucks in nickle-ante game with him, once. If it was strip poker, he'd have had me naked, hog-tied, and stuffed in every... what are you all staring at?"

"That is-" Eve balked, then shook her head. "That is not how strip poker goes. You lose all your clothes and you're out. That's it. Granted usually losing all your clothes is a good prelude to some fun, but the game is over."

Wolfgang grinned. "Not around here. The house special version, I guess. Little different. You wanna play?"

All three of them gave him a narrow-eyed, suspicious look. Jack finally capped it with "We're not agreeing to anything until after you explain the rules."

"Spoilsports. Fine. Okay. It's not strictly strip poker. You play for markers. Everybody starts with some, usually a few dozen. You can only bet your own chips, but if I have some of yours, you can buy them back from me by ditching some clothes, if you have some on, or after that for some negotiable price. One item of fetish wear on you, some amount of bondage, and so on. I've never seen or heard of a game actually ending in anything other than good times. It's really not too much different from regular strip poker, honest."

The three of them looked back and forth between them. Again, Jack was the spokesperson. "Okay. Forty markers each, and we're doing it Texas hold'em style. I'm dealing the first hand. To keep you honest. Anyone got something we can use for markers?"

Eventually they settled on scraps of paper with names written on them, and Jack shuffled up and dealt the first hand.

Three hands later, Jack grumbled as he stripped his shirt off, and tossed it on his bunk, after which Wolfgang slid four of his markers back across the table. Some overzealous betting had put Jack a bit behind, and he needed to buy some chips back to be able to possibly keep bidding.

"Okay, fine. I can't bluff you with wide innocent eyes. Duly noted. Eve, your deal, right?"

The slender woman riffled the cards, and set the deck down for Wolfgang to cut. "We're still early on," she asked, "but does anyone want to put limits on what we can and can't use these markers for?"

She slid cards around the table while everyone chewed that over. Markers slid into the pot, and Wolfgang frowned. King of Spades, Eight of Hearts. Not great, but everyone had already anted up. "I'm game for whatever. Just keep in mind, everyone's allowed to say no. We're not doing this for... I don't know. We're not doing this to force someone to do something, right?" Nodded heads around the table were enough of an answer. Though Eve's grin made him a little nervous, right after.

He folded out just after that, the flop wasn't helping his hand, and all three of the others were bidding and raising. Jack bowed out not long after, though. "Too rich for me, ladies."

Which was unfortunate. "I had... seriously? A pair of fours won that? 30-something chips to a pair of..." the fuming panda folded his arms and sulked, while Laura negotiated some of her markers back from Eve. They'd already all seen each other naked, but Laura was... a damned fine sight, in just bra and panties. Lavender. Soft color to go with her accent. Strong, no doubt there, just like Jane, but softer edges, more curves.

She might have caught him staring as he shuffled. "Careful, Wolf. Don't drool on the cards."

"Little worry about that. I'm kind of wondering what wrestling you would be like."

"Play some more, and maybe you'll find out. Your deal, Wolfgang, I'll cut."

Just a minute later, all four of them were considering options and odds, as first Eve, then Wolfgang raised. "Six more just to stay in? Fuck that, man." Jack tossed his cards, and Laura followed suit. Eve called, and another card joined the three already in the center of the table. Eve immediately bid two, and Wolfgang glanced at his hand. Eight and Queen of Hearts, and there was a Two and Ten on the table already in Hearts. One more for a flush, but the odds were bad.

He shrugged and tossed four of his markers into the pot. "Raise two." Eve didn't even hesitate, grinning a wicked smile as she pushed eight more of her own in. "Fuck lady, you want it that bad, you can have it." The grin didn't waver as she raked up a pretty big pot. "Hey, give me eight of those back Eve."

After pulling his shirt off over his head, he caught a glimpse of Laura draping her panties over Jack's muzzle, bra already gone as she settled back into her seat, nude. He wasn't far behind, just briefs left between him and being bare-assed naked. Laura looked just as good nude as she had in her lingerie, and he was... more excited now, about that than just seeing her naked in the shower. Excitement that was going to show through those briefs sooner than later.

It was Jack's deal now, and the little panda flicked cards across the table to each competitor. "Hey, what happens if someone goes all the way out, no tokens left and no clothes left to barter for them?"

Wolfgang looked up from the start of a straight, an Ace and a Two. "I think that'd be a good time to call the game and go to sleep. Tomorrow is going to start earlier than we'd really like."

Bets went around the table, two tokens of each into the pot before Jack flipped three more cards face up onto the table. "That sounds like a good idea. I don't like it. Why not up the stakes? Whoever wins that last hand gets to direct everyone else for the night? Nothing to heinous, we're still kind a getting to know each other, but some fun might help ease a little of the awkward. Break some ice."

The casting of another four tokens each into the pot, was accompanied by a round of nods or shrugs or, in Eve's case, gleeful giggles. Which grew as she eyed the fourth card. Laura led off with a bet that Eve immediately raised. Wolfgang's straight hadn't paid off, with two nines, an eight and a six on the table. and clearly whatever Jack had been hoping for hadn't arrived either, as they both folded, leaving the ladies to fight it out. The last card arrived, a seven, and the bids kept ratcheting up, each of them raising on the other, until both had twenty tokens in the pot, and Laura finally called instead of raising.

Eve flipped over her cards. "Straight, five to nine. Beat that, kitty."

"Well, since you asked." Laura dropped her cards. "Straight. Six to ten. What should Ah beat? Your ass? Ah've heard that spankin a human can leave some really nice marks."

Laura's sudden windfall left her with a lot of tokens, for everyone. Wolfgang tossed his briefs on his bunk, and settled back down, tail wagging gently and cock peeking out from his sheath. Everyone else was peeling clothes, too, and Laura gave him a waist-high look as he sat down. "What? This is fun, and hell, there's not a bad looking body at this table, even Ja-" he sputtered to a stop as two pairs of panties hit his face. Eve had gone from fully dressed to bare, nipples perked on those heavy, full breasts. One pair of panties was hers, but Laura's were already off (deliciously so, Wolfgang might be getting a little too interested to keep playing well) which left Jack, and his realization and quick look over was met with a laugh around the table.

"Psh, boys underwear is boring, and sometimes I feel more girly. Besides, it's in the name. Why call them boyshorts if they're not for boys? Simple logic."

Not really logic anyone could argue, since the only one who could decide on his underwear choices was him. "Fine, so we're all naked now," Laura drawled. "How do we do the whole gettin your stuff back from here?"

Wolfgang grinned, and looked at his stack. "Well now, if Jack wants his tokens back, he needs to do something for me, or whatever bargain we strike. More tokens give more bargaining power, usually. So, like... four tokens or so is usually good for simple stuff, putting on a little fetish wear or bondage, some heavy petting or teasing. More tokens, more complicated or intense. Usually around here, hands get spaced out more depending on who's got what tokens, and how they're getting earned back."

The three of them exchanged looks, then all looked back at him. "Usually?" Jack ventured.

"Yeah, there's a bunch of games that have been going on for months, if not longer. I know Janice is in two of them and she apparently deliberately loses so she can spend time sucking dick for markers. Which is, I guess, her idea of the best time. I can't confirm this , but there's a rumored game with Madame Finch, Kuroko, Mrs. Guthrie and a couple other folks that's been going on for years. Very high stakes. Enough tokens that 'you're going to be my little sex slave for a day' is really possible."

That possibility had all of them thinking for a moment, and the range of reactions was telling. Laura was the most clear, a definite perk up and interest. Eve was just damnably hard to read. No tail or ears, and that might also explain how damned good she was at bluffing her cards, too. Jack looked the least certain, at least. Whether he wanted to be on the giving or receiving end of that, or even just... not involved in that exchange at all.

Laura dealt the next hand, and Jack just immediately folded. "Not even going to put my two markers in. You all have fun with this garbage."

It turned out to have been a good choice, as once again no one was sure Eve was bluffing, and no one wanted to get any deeper than they already were when she ratcheted up the bid. Laura backed out on the flop, but Wolfgang kept stubbornly on his pair of queens, until a sudden raise from Eve made him question sticking to a single pair. A moment or two of consideration and he just sighed and tossed his hand in.

"Fine, you win. You've got an awful big stash there, Eve. Is it time to pause the game while we earn bits of that back?" Her wicked grin said yes even before she nodded. "Okay, what've you got in mind?"

"I've got ten of yours, Wolfgang. I kinda liked playing with you earlier, but I want to try out that tongue. Why don't you lay down so I can sit on your face, big dog?" The big wolf just licked his chops and leered as he got up from the table and dragged a sheet to the floor. "And just so he won't get too focused, Jack you wanna give him some hands on time? 8 chips if you say yes."

"Oh, twist my arm, why don't ya?" The little ball of fluff was already rubbing his hands together, and cherubic glee was not a facial expression one normally associated with someone about to fondle a dog cock. But the little monster was positively bouncing with glee.

Laura, meanwhile, had stepped away from the table. "I'll just grab a couple of towe-those are not cleaning supplies." She had the supply closet door open and was just staring in.

Jack joined her, peering around her hip, and laughed. "Oh good! This will make things so much nicer." And came back out with a bottle in hand.

Laura was still looking through the selection, and Wolfgang was more than a little confused by now. "What's the bottle? Laura what did you mean these aren't- oh." She had pulled something else out, and unless there was a new janitorial use for clover clamps, that was a totally different kind of supply closet.

"Well, I guess I ought to get in on the action a little, too. Hey Eve, you want some of your tokens back? Why don't you wear these while the boys have their fun?"

Eve paused, straddling Wolfgang's chest at the moment, as he got comfortable on his back a little more. "I've never tried clamps before. Do they hurt?" Laura shrugged, but Jack nodded with a big grin.

"Oh yeah. Not bad, unless you're super tender from something, but it varies from person to person. Try 'em on, sweet thing, let's see how those perky tits look with some chrome on 'em!" The panda was busy slicking up his hands with what turned out to be a bottle of lube. No scent, but from the smooth glide, Wolfgang was pretty sure it was silicone. He certainly didn't mind the way those paws were stroking him.

Eve had gotten her position figured out, and had a knee to either side of his head. The length of his muzzle was about right, she only had to spread those knees a little wider to settle right down on his nose. He was at least as a ware as she was of her scent, too, and it was just as good to taste. Very excited woman, and he heard the gasp and felt the shudder when those clamps bit down on her nipples. He put a hand on each of her hips to help his angles and went to work.

There wasn't much for him to see aside from pale-skinned ass, so he shut his eyes and focused on other senses. Her taste and scent, succulent and fragrant. The steady, expert stroking from Jack. He clearly knew his way around a cock. And the gasps and exclamations from Eve. Laura must be tugging the chain between those clamps. It would explain why the human kept tensing up and making such amazing noises. He was quite certain that his enthusiasm wasn't winning that many points, but she tasted good, he was happy, and Jack was making sure that he stayed happy. There was a pretty good argument to be had that the little bastard was going to use today's lessons well, not that he'd needed any instruction from Janice about how to make a dog beg.

He felt himself getting right to the edge, and tensed a moment, but Jack backed off real quick, and he came back from the impending orgasm to growl softly. He couldn't actually make much other complaint with a mouth full of Eve, but someone got the hint. He heard a thud, and an exclamation from Jack.

"What was that for?!"

Laura, then. "Don't be a dick, Jack. Get him off, don't tease him. Or he's liable to just eat you, and not in the way he's chowing down on pussy."

Eve gasped, clenched, and came in a rush, swearing hard as he kept on licking away. Interrupted by a pair of hands clamping around his knot, and a mouth at his tip. His effort to stay attentive faltered and failed as he fed Jack a full load. It was all he could do not to buck into the little guy's face, but the firm pressure on his knot was fantastic, and draining. Eve let out a plaintive yelp, then flopped forward on his chest. Laura was standing there with the clamps dangling from her finger.

"Ah figured they'd slip off eventually if Ah pulled hard enough. Y'okay down there?"

The scattered chorus of assent was various flavors of breathless and euphoric, with Jack the least of both. But he had a full belly, and a big grin, and made a show of licking his fingers clean. "Okay it's... late," ventured the panda. "We ought to clean up and get to bed. Keep the game going, later?" Everyone nodded. If it always ended up like this, it would be a good way to end nights, for a while.