# Third Earth - Book Five

Author: Logan Storm
Tags: Anthro, Anthropomorphic, Archive, Human, Story

The following material with in this folder is an archive of nine books in total I wrote at Bad-Dragon starting at 27th April 2010, I am placing the story here while I remaster it here on sofurry, you will see just how horrific the spelling, typos, missing words and sentences at times are compared to my more modern work here on sofurry.  
  
So please bare this in mind before commenting about how bad the spelling, typos, Grammar and missing words are missing.

**CHAPTER FIVE**

The rain filled skies of old Duripant, city of a thousand spires the capital city of the   
 kingdom of mankind, a hub of constantly evolving technology or so it was said.  
 It was the birth place of the musket and black powder cannon used by the human   
 armies to defend it borders as well as its allies though in recent month these well-  
 equipped warriors of the kingdom had slowly been withdrawn from the colonized   
 settlements in the Fur Empire.  
  
 The great water wheels that provided power to move the vast steel gates to the city   
 walls as well as to turn the large bronze cannons upon vast platforms along the wall   
 and pointing out across the harbour entrance where a sight to behold as cogs and gears   
 would grind as counter weights swung back and forth animating the great technology   
 of man.  
  
 But times change and the will and drives of royalty have become superseded by the   
 codex of the new religion that has spread throughout the land calling all human kind   
 to rally behind the building crusade against the fell corruption of the impure   
 abominations that dare to walk on two legs and talk like a man.  
 To the leaders of the new order it was heresy that the other races could think they   
 were equal or superior in any way.  
 The large ship yards worked diligently to turn out ships of the line armed with cannon   
 and powered by paddle wheels to propel the vessels at great speed in any weather.  
  
 Throughout the human kingdom diplomats as well as merchants from the Fur Empire   
 are hunted down and skinned alive their pelts fashioned into rugs while their furless  
 remains burned screaming at the stake at the orders of the Priests of this new religion   
 that had gained control over even the King himself who dwelled chained with in the   
 dungeons of his own castle as his own wife now a convert to this new faith sits upon   
 his throne.  
 The smell of burning flesh could not be smelt from city to city, town to village as the   
 people fell in line either from zeal or fear it mattered little for those who did not   
 convert and comply to the new social norm where slaughtered along with their   
 families so the contagion of corruption could not be spread onto others or so it was   
 deemed by the priests that preached across the human domain.  
  
 Those who lived across the waves where considered lost and in need of re-education   
 to be brought back into the fold or purged by fire and sword to save them from their   
 heathen ways.

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

 

The seas raged as the cold night roared with screams of the wind through the sails of a   
 struggling vessel caught in the mercyless grip of an ill wind, a lone female earning her   
 passage aboard a Slaver Vessel, a hooded figure busied itself with its duties ignoring   
 the please and cries from below the deck from those captured and shackled.  
 The sea’s churned as the darkness around her as only the dim light of the ships   
 lanterns gave even the bare minion illumination to work in.   
 A caress of air brushed against the females orange and black striped fur, it sickened   
 her to be party to such as this but she had a job to do and this was the only way to   
 bring her closer to her goal.  
 The large Feline’s biceps bulged impressively as she struggled to hold down a length   
 of rope leading from one the main sails, it was all most as thick as her own head and   
 took ever last ounce of her strength to pull enough slack for it to be tied off.  
  
**“Shadow Claw?”**   
  
 A Voice calls up to her, looking down uninterestedly at the rat before her she growls a   
 reply to him.  
  
**“What do you want Draftwood?..I am busy!”**   
  
 The old rat grins up at her enjoying the sensuous body of a feline goddess she held   
 even with her mighty physique, after another deep menacing growl he replies with a   
 startled squeak.  
  
**“Da Boss want’s ya missy!”**   
  
 Shadow sighs shaking her head slightly wondering what the self-proclaimed captain   
 wanted, she had gone out of her way to keep a low profile so as not to have to answer   
 questions about why she was actually there.  
  
**“Fine!”**   
  
 She grumbles following the Driftwood as he led her in from the large waves rolling   
 and rocking the vessel like some fragile toy, the only thing she could give thanks to   
 was to no longer having to taste the salty after taste of the sea spray blown about but   
 the storm as the swells crashed against the creaking wooden hull of the vessel.  
  
 Descending down the steps to the captain’s cabin the rat looks back over his shoulder   
 giving the big cat a toothy grin or at least what blackened decayed teeth he had left   
 any way, Shadow just glared back at him hiding her distaste for the rodent as they   
 reached a large solid looking door.  
 Rapping his knuckles against the thick panel door a smug swab voice call out from   
 within the captain cabin.  
  
**“If that’s you Driftwood come on in!”**   
  
 Driftwood smirks as he struggles with the stiff handle for a second before finally   
 turning it and pushing the door open to reveal walls draped in masterful works of art   
 and antique furniture, behind a large highly detail desk a Golden Retriever dressed in   
 somewhat over the top captains uniform.  
  
**“Ah welcome my dear, please do take a seat, Driftwood my fine fellow fetch the lady   
 a drink, she must be dreadfully parched and cold from being up on that filthy deck all   
 night”**   
  
 The dog noted with a dismissive wave of his paw like hand, the Rat grumbled  
 somewhat but hobbled off towards the drinks cabinet leaving his boss and Shadow   
 alone as the feline suspiciously sat down her eyes focused on the Male behind it.  
  
**“Far be it for me to pry into the dealings of a Tiger, one can only guess that you’re on   
 your way to that wretched place of lizards and serpents in the capacity of a mercenary   
 though to the life of me why someone as beautiful as yourself would even   
 contemplate doing so.”**   
  
 The Retriever noted softly with a warm soothing tone to his voice, his eyes looking to   
 hers with a charming elegance that made her quiver slightly as his words began to   
 make her blush slightly, she watched him still slightly wiry of his presence as he   
 walks around to her slipping his paws into her paws so he could raise them and bush   
 his muzzle slowly against them.  
  
**“Your eyes so fierce yet desirable, demanding only the most worthy dare court your   
 affections”**   
  
 Shadow gulps deeply feeling a little wobbly in the knees as she sat there wide eyed   
 her muzzle open slightly as she felt the charm in his words and actions, then she felt it   
 the males muzzle parting hers kissing her so deeply that she felt as if her mind would   
 explode from the heavenly sensation.  
 The Tigress couldn’t believe what was happening to her as she leans into the kiss   
 feeling so vulnerable and giddy at his touch and words it was then her expression   
 hardened as she pushed him away sending him sprawling cross the floor with   
 rumbling growl before getting to her feet.  
  
**“I have work to do!”**   
  
 Shadow sneered hating herself for falling for such shallow charms from some filthy   
 slaver, jumping to her feet the feline stormed off leaving the Golden Retriever   
 somewhat confused.  
  
**“Guess that gift of da gab doesn’t work to well on tiger’s boss?”**   
  
 Driftwood smirked downing the brandy meant for Shadow while offering the other   
 glass to the Retriever, frowning slightly the dog rubs his somewhat bruised rear before   
 composing himself.  
  
**“Her loss though I shall indeed have the pleasure of her company in my bed before we   
 reach port, for now fetch that cute young ferret from down in the hold she will do just   
 as well for my needs this night.”**

** **

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

Standing naked out on the balcony James could feel the sting of the rain against his   
 skin, it was both soothing as it was refreshing at the same time, the night air moves   
 against his cheeks sending a shiver through his body.  
 Tenderly claw tipped fingers raked along the front of his chest leaving red lines along   
 his skin that soon faded away while a long forked tongue eased along the back of his   
 neck.  
 The Contessa’s shapely hips pressing up against his taunt firm rear forming a perfect   
 fit between them both as leans in close to him her arms ease around his body as she   
 draws against his, her small lizard head leaning along the top of his broad shoulders.  
 The sensation of the mistresses hard scales against him felt so good as the rain   
 continued to pour and the distant sound of thunder tore through the skies above.  
 It was a strange yet beautiful sound causing a soft content sigh to leave his lips.  
  
**“It would ssseem Tyranusss consssentsss to our breeding my beloved Human,   
 my off ssspring will be hatched ssstrong and fated for great thingsss”**   
  
 Volkoff whispers softly as her long tapering tail coils around his leg, he feels one of   
 her hands turn his head as she brings her parted jaws across his cheeks slipping her   
 long reptilian tongue in along his as she kisses him deeply to the sound of the heavy   
 rain.  
 Her body staying warm in the coldness through James’s body heat, it was a   
 sensuously romantic moment he found himself sharing with the female Lizard but one   
 that would remained etched into his memory forever.  
  
 Finally after several minutes of deep intimacy the Contessa broke the kiss as her claw   
 like hand slipped into his and led him back inside to make love to him one more time   
 before dawns light would be upon them to signal a new day.  
 With a soft alluring smile Volkoff eased herself down onto her circular bed pulling   
 him slowly over her as her thighs rose up along his hips, a moan escapes the Human   
 as he lays over her easing his swelling bulbous end against the entrance to her colic   
 then with but a swift yet firm motion eases up along her ventral scales as he slide up   
 inside of her, Volkoff’s back arches to accommodate his entire length as she takes   
 both his hands once more into her own as they took pleasure of each other.  
  
**“Oooo Jamesss…uhnnn….mnnnn you feel ssso good inside of me…ssso hot and   
 firm, I love how you make me feel when you breed with me”**   
  
 The Contessa moans enjoying the sensation of her cold blooded body being   
 penetrated by his hard muscle, lifting her hips up trying to take in as much of his   
 member up inside of her as she could she pants deeply closing her eyes as she feels   
 the wave like motion of his body easing against hers as he moves that bulbous head to   
 and thro.  
 He was nothing like the other mammals she had used for her sexual needs, they had   
 been so rough and aggressive in taking what they wanted with her body yet this   
 Human was so gentle….so tender in his actions she felt as if she was floating on   
 imported air.  
 The pressure building deep within her body was beginning to rise as she felt his body   
 move with stronger swifter strokes but even then they were so gentle compared to the   
 other species she had done this with.  
  
 But then the Humans where much more weaker and fragile than the other species of   
 the warm bloods, still she could hear her own moans as she hold shim closer shaking   
 wildly before climaxing with such force she felt as if she was being torn apart but in   
 good way, his warm sticky cream flooding deep inside of her once more, she had   
 forgotten how many times that night they had done this but each time felt as special   
 and spectacular as the very first.  
 Holding him as he held her she the Contessa began to slowly close her eyes as sleep   
 finally over took her, the feeling of James deep inside of her fertilized body was   
 paradise.  
  
 As the hours passed by and the rain began to slow to a stop to allow the dawns firs   
 trays to strike down through the windows of the Contessa’s bed chambers James was   
 the first to awake still held over his owners body, his man-hood still held in side of   
 her despite having become limp and soft once more.  
 As sense of guilt filled him as he thought of his mate Dorothy, he knew she would   
 have been okay with his taking pleasure with another female but he still felt shame as   
 he missed her so very much.  
  
 A gasp suddenly leaves his lips as he feels Volkoff’s body stirring beneath him, her   
 inner muscles clenching and releasing his flaccid member as she moves slightly, after   
 a few seconds her eyes slowly open and she smiled lovingly up at her pet before   
 rolling him over playfully so she was over top of him.  
 For the next hour she busied herself kissing in the way only a lizard could with a   
 human while using his warmth to get the rest of her body going, she loved the taste of   
 his mouth as her jaws carefully eased across the sides of his face, her tongue   
 dominating his.  
  
 She was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt she could never let her pet go not when she   
 felt so complete when in his arms.  
  
**“If you ever try to run away I ssshall kill you!”**   
  
 She whispered softly as she broke her kiss with him, her eyes looking into his as she   
 runs her claw tipped finger gently lovingly along his face.

 

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

James pulled at the ring of leather around his neck feeling the slight unfamiliar touch   
 of it against his neck, the Contessa frowned slightly as her hand tapped his lightly   
 signalling him to stop but every now and then he would have his hand back up there   
 trying to put my slack between his throat and the thick treated skin of some fur.  
  
**“Sstop that my pet, I know it feelsss uncomfortable to have the hide of another sssub   
 ssspecies around your neck like that but out ssside my essstate you are required to   
 ware a collar sssave that you ssshould be consssidered a ssstray or essscaped ssslave.”**  
  
 She noted softly as she hooked a cord like lead through the bronze ring on the back of   
 his collar, he looked around the Contessa’s chambers as if trying to distract himself   
 but it didn’t help.  
 It wasn’t so much the collar itself but that it wasn’t feral bovine that had been used   
 but another sentient creature, he felt some what sick to the stomach at the thought of   
 some anthromorphic bovine screaming in terror as the Tanner gutted and skinned and   
 skinned them alive.  
  
**“Don’t worry we are not as barbaric as you sssubsspeciesss think, the creature would   
 have been killed mercifully before being ssskinned, now come along Jamesss the   
 carriage a wait’sss, we are heading to a near by town ssso I might ssshow you off to   
 an umber of my friendsss from court.”**   
  
 Volkoff noted gently pulling him behind her via his lead, looking back she cocked her   
 head as if having an idea to barter at least a more willing response from her pet after   
 all she had to admit she to would feel uncomfortable if she was forced to ware a gown   
 fashioned of snake skin.  
  
**“If your good I’ll commisssion a Tailor to make clothesss more befitting for your   
 posssition asss my persssonal property.”**   
  
 James looked at her for a second and nodded slowly in agreement to the deal, while   
 the collar felt so wrong he would dearly appreciate some thing other than the thin silk   
 sheet draped around his body especially if he was going to be dragged around a town   
 in front of who knows how many sets of eyes all staring at him.  
 He noticed the smile form on his owners lips as she lead him out of her chambers and   
 out down the hall, he blushed brightly slumping his shoulders as he felt the eyes of the   
 other slaves fall upon him as he passed them by.  
  
 Looking around he tried to distract himself as he took in the beauty of the vast   
 hallway in the day light, he could see the massive portraits of the Contessa’s family   
 separated by statues of male and female reptiles is varying poses all naked yet   
 extremely tasteful in their craftsmanship.  
 Leading her beloved slave out of the manner and into the courtyard she lifts James   
 easily as if he was weightless up into the carriage before climbing up into it herself,  
 Closing the door behind her one of her chameleon attendants bowed her lizard like   
 head before climbing up to take her place on top of the carriage next to the driver.  
  
**“The journey will not be long little one, but long enough to amussse ourssselvesss”**   
  
 The Lizard Mistress smiled with a smile that held a meaning he knew all to well, he  
 was still a little exhausted and sore from the previous night but at least the bumps and   
 dips in the road would aid him as Volkoff took what she wanted willing or otherwise.  
  
  
  
**                                                                                            -OOO-**

Shadow Claw rubbed her forearm along her brow as she and a team of bears finished   
 adjusting the main sail through block and tackle, in the distance beyond that of the   
 naked eye a harbour town surrounded by an imposing wall could be seen along the   
 outside as if to keep those in the town itself from entering the rest of mainland.  
  
 The Tigress accepted the ladle fro one the cabin cubs carrying water around in   
 buckets for the crew to parch their thirst and drank deep from it before returning the   
 laddel to the bucket for then person to use.  
 She spotted a wolf from across the deck his face still strapped up when he learnt the   
 hard way why you don’t mess with a Tiger even if they may be female, she had gone   
 easy on him only using a light blow but it had been enough to seriously dislocate his   
 jaw and remove all the teeth on the side of his muzzle that her paw had cuffed him   
 with.  
  
 The wolf was a green-horn and would know next time why even females of her race   
 was able to travel freely unmolested aboard a seafaring vessel, the male looked away   
 not wishing to make eye contact with her.  
  
**“T'will be a shame ta see ya go lass, ya’ve been of great use to the crew”**   
  
 The head bear noted holding a large paw out to her, accepting it she gave a slight   
 smile in respect to some one she could easily call an equal in sheer brute strength.  
  
**“Thanks, but I have pressing business that must be taken care off.”**   
  
 She replies though speaks not of what her business was, the grizzled bear looks at her   
 for a moment but does not push for more information, many if not all the crew had   
 signed on for service aboard the ship like so many others on other slaver ships to   
 escape some crime or past they could not other wise avoid.  
 In some cases a form of transport where no record would be available to the eyes of   
 any authority to track their ware about's.  
  
 Raising her snout to the air Shadow took in the scent of the ships captain not the   
 owner but the one who really held the reigns of power, it was a strange scent neither   
 male nor female yet both but defiantly a wolf.  
  
**“Advarst thar matey’s tis no time ta be jawing ‘less ya be seeking da caress of the cat   
 of nine?”**   
  
 Shadow looked up at the poop deck her eyes meeting the wolf herm’s square on and   
 unflinching as if to dare her to try it, for a moment the wolf’s paw dropped to the hilt   
 of the rapier scabbard against her hip as a lured voice call up to her from the deck   
  
**“Ma’am da boss seeks a word?”**   
  
 Driftwood noted all most to afraid to get between the two females both as dangerous   
 as the other, he was relieved when the Wolf herm finally acknowledged him.  
  
**“Very well Driftwood tell that land loving bilge maggot that Ol’Scar Fang be on her   
 way!”**

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

The trip to the town of Sawbeck had left James slightly drained and was grateful for   
 the last ten minuets of the journey when the Mistress had finally eased her self up off   
 of him to take a seat opposite him, lifting the storage chest set into the floor the   
 contessa draped around him one of the spare dark brown capes used when the weather   
 was cold, sliding down onto his side he rests still trembling.  
  
 The cape felt warm yet at the same time light, he watched the Contessa from under his   
 make shift blanket as she looked out of the window as they past through the town   
 gates where large snake like guards stood in leather and ring armour, each holding a   
 halberd in their claw like hands.  
  
 The road became less bumpy as the gothic architecture common place through out the   
 scalie empire was visible even from his view point, soon the smells of freshly cooked   
 goods from pastries and bread to meat and perfumes filled the carriage as they pass   
 through the housing area into the commerce section of the town, the sounds of music   
 and traders calling out their wares was all most familiar.  
 It reminded him of home during market day though the medieval style buildings   
 where different every thing else seemed eerily the same.  
  
 Easing his head up to the window with the cape firmly wrapped around his shoulders   
 he peered out watching in awe as reptile and amphibian of all shapes and sizes went   
 about their business.  
 In some cases local pick pockets would delve their claws into some merchants purse   
 and steal away with several gold pieces for their efforts while other where caught and   
 a fight would break out.  
  
 His mouth must have been hanging open as he felt the Contessa’s fingers under his   
 chin lifting it up to close it as she giggled lightly in amusement to his reaction.  
  
**“I ssshall take you for a walk around town after we have resssted at home of my dear   
 friend the Contessa De’Floar.”**   
  
 Volkoff smiled warmly to James reaching over and softly running her long forked   
 tongue along his cheek while street merchants with trays hung around their neck via   
 thick straps gathered along side the carriage a sit slowly made its way through the   
 streets.  
  
 Each merchant eager to sell their wares and declaring how tasty or well made their   
 product was, it amused the Contessa how they scurried about like insects attracted to   
 her wealth and like the parasites they where,.  
 She felt charitable enough today and purchased two pastries filled with fruit   
 preserves, slipping one into her pets once more gapping mouth she laughed gaily his   
 eyes lit up as the flavour filled his taste buds.  
 Easting eagerly at the treat he smiles gratefully to Mistress as she slowly takes her   
 time on her own.  
  
 Soon the shops and voices of the merchants faded away as they entered into the more   
 higher class lived each home surrounded by a high wall for privacy as the roads   
 passed between and around them.  
 Eventually the carriage stopped before the arch way like gate house of one the highly   
 impressive homes where a gate keep kept watch for visitors and deliveries, a voice   
 from an open window calls down to them.  
  
**“Sate your business?”**   
  
 To which the Driver called back his reply.  
  
**“I come baring the Conteassa Volkoff!”**   
  
 The gates where soon open allowing the carriage to enter before closing once more   
 behind them as they came to a stop in the courtyard.  
  
**“Come James!”**   
  
 The Lizard Mistress noted tenderly giving a light pull on his lead to add authority to   
 her command he sits up right in readiness as the carriage door was opened and the   
 Contessa stepped down out before reaching in and lifting her beloved pet down onto   
 the ground.  
  
**“Volkoff!”**   
  
 Came female hiss as the main entrance to the impressive house opened, a snake   
 slithered out from the waist up she was humanoid though he had met one of her race   
 before some time back.  
  
**“De’Floar!”**   
  
 Came the counter cry from his mistress as she rushed both females clasping both of   
 the others forearms with their claw tipped fingers before embracing.  
 Looking at De’Floar he had to admit her dark purple gown was quite eye catching and   
 could not have been cheap since that was one the more expensive colours to dye silk   
 in that day and age.  
  
**“Oh my what a darling pet you have there!”**   
  
 The serpent noted swiftly slithering over to James bring back quite a few unpleasant   
 memories, unconsciously he grasped where he had once been bitten and stepped back   
 a long fear written about his face causing Contessa De’Floar to pause and tilt her head   
 slightly.  
  
**“You poor thing did one of my kind hurt you?”**   
  
 She asked with a soothing one to her voice, he wanted to run and hide but there was   
 no where really for him to go as she inched a little closer her long fingers easing a   
 round his chin while the other.  
 The serpent down at him sternly before sliding his hand away from his shoulder to see   
 the healed dot like marks upon his shoulder, her eyes widened before softening with a   
 remorseful expression.  
  
**“Husssh human it isss okay no harm ssshall befall you, I have never ssseen one who   
 hasss sssurvived a bite from my ssspecies before you re a most remarkable example of   
 your sssub ssspeciesss, human.”**   
  
 She smiles slowly as Volkoff made her way over to her pet more than willing to   
 defend him if needs be, there was few awkward moments between the two females   
 before De’flaor bursts in to laughter and gestures for her friend to follow her inside.  
  
**“Ssstay clossse to me Jamesss, while I my trussst my friend De’Floar her off ssspring   
 I do not.”**   
  
 The Lizard Mistress noted in a hushed voice to her pet human as she lead him via his   
 lead into the house,

 

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

Scar Fang growled slightly at how lady luck had shown misfortune to her misfortune   
 though truth be told she blamed herself more for letting her arrogance and greed get   
 the better of her, had she even had an ounce of the humbleness she had now to back   
 then maybe her crew or more importantly her dear first mate would still live.  
  
 More still she would not have to work along side the infuriating land dog though she   
 would give him his dues he was a silver tongued devil who could talk his way out of   
 most situations and those he could not her sabre would do the talking for them.  
 Theirs was a strange partnership but a most lucrative one, the Golden Haired canine   
 had connection in most places and those he didn’t he could so easily make.  
  
 But he lacked the stomach for the more sordid requirement where blood needs to be   
 spilt and lives taken, she smirked to herself as she walked across the poop-deck and   
 down the into stair well leading to the captains cabin or rather an office they both   
 used.  
 She’d had met him brooding over a tankard of ale complaining to his little rat   
 underling about the same pride and human that had been her undoing, it was pitiful to   
 listen to his whining on about how his mercenaries had cut their losses and abandoned   
 him.  
  
 But much to her mixed giving had consoled him with her own tale and a soon both of   
 them had talking up a storm proving to be stronger where the other was weaker, a   
 perfect team safe for his insufferable obsessive compulsive nit picking at the finer   
 details though she guessed he probably had problems with her brutal frankness.  
  
**“Heh perhaps m’lady luck ya haven’t abandoned ol’scar after all”**   
  
 She muttered as her boots trod loudly down the wooden step like planks, her small fist   
 clenching the handle as she turns and pushes the door open, the scent of breeding was   
 heavy in the air as trembling wreck of a Ferret female lay over the desk naked and her   
 partner pacing agitatedly from one side of the room to the other some thing that didn’t   
 bode well as it was the first time she’d seen him act in this manner.  
  
**“Calm ya self mattie, ya be disturbing the barnacles with that pacing ya be doing”**   
  
 Scar noted firmly taking a stern stance, the Golden Retriever looked up and sighed as   
 he went over to the drinks cabinet and our two shot glasses which gave her even more   
 concern since he never resorted to manual labour even the pouring of his own drinks   
 was beneath him.  
  
**“Come talk ta ol’Scar Fang let’s hear what be getting ya all out of sorts?”**   
  
 The Wolf Herm smiled softly trying to look approachable but only made her seem   
 more intimidating if the reaction the female on the desk was any thing to go by,   
 ignoring the ferrets reaction the Male sighed sweeping his arm along the desk   
 knocking the female slave off of it and putting the two glasses down.  
  
**“Driftwood take the toy back to the cages I need to talk to good captain alone”**  
  
 The Retriever noted to the rat who gave an understanding while dragging the abused  
 ferret away by the legs.  
  
**“Okay now ya be talking ta me Jake what be troubling ya?”**   
  
 Scar asked a second time her tone more softer now as she took up a glass and   
 downed it in one, easing her slime firm haunches up over the top of the desk she sits   
 down here eyes seeking out his only to find them unable to meet her gaze.  
  
**“That..That Tigress up on deck…..”**  
  
 He started pausing to sip from his the other glass.  
  
**“Aye I be knowing the one ya speak off”**   
  
 The Golden Retriever smiled wincing at the some what gravely after tone of her   
 voice.  
  
**“Last night I had her in my paws a quivering and all but egging to be taken, then she   
 knocked me flying breaking free of my charms, I swear she would have cleaved me in   
 two with her bare claws had she not left first.  
 She rejected me…I just can not conceive how she did this when so enthralled to my   
 words….am I loosing my touch?”**   
  
 Jake sighed shaking his head slowly his head bowed, Scar Fang looked at her partner   
 in crime and before bursting out into laughter much to the canines shock and   
 frustration.  
  
**“Ya called ol’scar fang for that, me dear dear mattie listen to the words that we both   
 know ta be true and heed them well……Cat be trouble we both know that especially   
 the big ones their the most troublesome of all, soon she’ll be gone on her merry way   
 an out of our fur.**  
  
 **As fer rejecting ya advances ya silver tongued Jackal, thar be no figuring dem cats   
 day be a lore un-ta them selves so they be, but ‘till do ya good to know rejection once   
 in awhile, curve some of dat arrogance ya be wearing but Ol’Scar Fang can help you   
 with one problem ya seem ta be having!”**   
  
 The Wolf Herm smirked nodding to the still some what impressive bulge in his tights   
 that the slave had failed to sate, the Golden Retriever gulped deeply as the Privateer   
 leaned in from across the desk parted his muzzle with her own locking jaws with him   
 as she forces his tongue to submit to hers with brutal domination.  
  
**“Mnnn been some time since Ol’scar be tasting the richer things in life, now strip   
 before Ol’Scar's sabre does it for you and leave ya with some scars of your own”**   
  
 She growled firmly dropping a hand to the hilt of her blade making the Canine   
 whimper but comply with her demands, his paws pulling and tugging at his clothes as   
 he stripped naked as quickly as he could.  
 The moment his tights eased down his sheath sprung into view with his dog-hood on   
 full display in all it’s swollen glory, it’s knot like muscle all ready fully swollen near   
 the base of his length.  
  
**“Ya be carrying a fine cannon thar jack, I would hazard a guess it fires a might   
 broadside, some thing I intend to find out when our keels grinds”**   
  
 The canine choked at the some what crass description she had just laid out to him, a   
 moan soon leaves the Retrievers muzzle as her small paw wrapped itself around his   
 hard red muscle firmly with her vice like grip making him whine while her head   
 lowers and slips her tongue along the very tip of his dog-hood forcing a little pre-cum   
 to escape as she teases him.  
  
 Her cold dangerous eyes close as she dips her muzzle downwards pushing herself   
 down over his twitching member with much delight, it had been some time since she   
 had had the pleasure of a male and she was going to make full use of this opportunity.

Scar Fang’s cold dangerous eyes close as she dips her muzzle downwards pushing   
 herself down over his twitching member with much delight, it had been some time   
 since she had had the pleasure of a male and she was going to make full use of this   
 opportunity.  
  
**“UHNNNNNNNN…oh god my dear Scar Fang…ahnnnn…”**   
  
 Jake could not finish his sentence nor was the privateer going to give him the chance   
 to use his verbal prowess upon her, she was gong to be in charge of this moment of   
 fun, soon the tip of her snout was against the very top of his knot as she took him   
 down through her tight throat.  
 She could feel him squirm as his length was squeezed firmly moments before she   
 eased back up off of his impressive length leaving only the tip barely between her   
 lips, her hot breath brushing over the entire length of his dog-hood while her tongue   
 curled and eased down around it.  
  
 With deep lust filled moan vibrating along the Golden Retrievers member he watches   
 her head bob down hard with a rapid nodding motion, his paws held the back of her   
 head moments before he fell back on to his chair his legs unable to handle the ferocity   
 of her assault.  
 Not letting her prey escape so easily she was soon laying over the desk her shoulders   
 leaning over as she continued her assault, turning the male into a quivering mess of   
 yelps and whines, she could tell from the sounds he was making just how close he   
 was to feeding her what she wanted.  
  
 Jack panting deeply could feel the intense burning heat around his knot as he started   
 release into her relentless action, her small paw rhythmically massaging his knot like   
 muscle was just to much as he released a torrent of thick sticky seed in to her awaiting   
 gullet, he could feel every swallow she made as she kept milking him as though there   
 was no tomorrow.  
 Leaning back he felt a second then third blast of his cream leave his twitching balls as   
 she finally slowed to a stop swallowing and panting deeply before spinning around on   
 the table until she was sitting before him an evil glint in her eyes as they open and her   
 long tongue licks her muzzle clean with a slow twistedly evil smile.   
  
 Slowly so he could see she began to ease her own clothing off taking her time to   
 allow the canine to see every last detail of her body, her boots where the first to go   
 flying against the wall so she could use her paw like feet to caress his sheath while her   
 hand began undoing her coat and blouse.  
 She smiled more as she watched the look of pure lust slowly start to take shape upon   
 Jack’s face, discarding her tops she slips her leggings down up over her hips letting   
 him see how they eased along her long shapely legs as her feet left his now exposed   
 shaft so she could remove her tights completely.  
  
**“Mnnn permission ta come aboard!”**   
  
 She whispers to him, her body easing down astride his lap so her panty clad lower lips   
 pressed against his swollen length, she looked into his eyes savouring the look of utter   
 need for her body.  
  
 Locking her muzzle with hers with a full passionate kiss she eases the gusset of her   
 panties to one side with one paw and the other guiding against her entrance before   
 easing down fully taking him all the way in, breaking their kiss she yelps out feeling   
 the pure delight of penetration into her passage way.  
 Grasping her hips firmly the Retriever starts grinding and pushing hard up into her   
 tight hot body, the sheer sensation of her tight entrance stretching around his tip had   
 been amazing but now he wanted oh so much more of the privateer’s beautiful body.  
  
 She could feel his tip against her cervix a she drives deeper and deeper with every   
 blow of his pelvis between her thighs, baring down she forces a good measure of his   
 sheath up in through Scar Fang's vaginal opening forcing the tip to stretch the pouting   
 entrance to her womb and violate her inner most sanctum.  
  
**“AHNNNNNNNNN…..FUCK ME !....BREED ME TA DAETH!”**   
  
 Scar howled at him as her body jerked and pistoned with deep grinding motions   
 against every up and inwards stroke of his hips, she could feel his swelling knot   
 starting to take form just inside of her teeing them together as she grinds and presses   
 her haunches as firmly as she can against him wanting to take his entire knot.  
  
 Grunting and growling the canine felt himself being locked into place by both knot   
 and her cervix closing around base of his tip refusing to let it go until it had filled her   
 with his virile cream.  
 The pressure and warmth building inside of Scar Fang was driving her wild as her   
 first orgasm in ages began to wash over her sending her senses spiralling out of   
 control as his hot stick juices began to flow into her flooding her womb as her own   
 sheath began to quiver and the small pink tip exposed itself out of the top of her   
 panties.  
  
 Jack began to grin as he found himself starting to gain composure once more as Scar   
 began to loose all of hers as she leans back yelping repeatedly in sheer ecstasy as she   
 climaxed a second time, he could see her sheath now the outline clearly visible, taking   
 it firmly in his paw as he grinds against her making her whimper pathetically.  
 Firmly and knowing well what works best he slide his paw along the thick girth   
 forcing more and more of her wolf-hood free from hiding before moving his grip up   
 along the pink swelling muscle itself and firmly pumping his fist back and forth in   
 time to his short sharp thrusts causing the Wolf Herm to cry out in pure over   
 whelming pleasure.  
  
**“UHNNNNNN!..P..Prepare for a boarding action Captain ahnnn!”**   
  
 He moans firing one last eruption of seed up into her womb as her own wolf-hood   
 unloads across her own chest fur forcing her into an explosive orgasm, flopping   
 limply over the Golden Retriever she pants deeply as he leans back in the chair   
 exhaustedly.

** **

Panting deeply Scar Fang waited for the Retriever’s knot to grow flaccid and allow his   
 dog-hood to slip free from within her before easing up off of him, her body still quivering   
 slightly from the sheer force of her climax, his hot sticky seed trickled out from between   
 her lower lips as she give a soft cruel smile.  
  
 She watched the male slowly get to his feet as she holds her hands out to him invitingly,   
 drunk on his afterglow Jack staggered to his feet slipping his paws into hers as she drew   
 him close to her pressing her chest firmly to his parting his muzzle in a deep canine kiss.  
 Then without warning he felt her break the kiss spinning him around and forcing him face   
 down over the desk as the tip of her sheath presses against his tight virgin ring, the hot   
 pointy tip nudging its way in before suddenly extending her entire wolf shaft up inside of   
 the male stretching and splitting his poor little opening as it was forced to stretch around   
 the increasing thickness of her girth.  
  
**“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIE!”**   
  
 The Golden Retriever squeals as Scar presses deeper her sheath pushing firmly up into his   
 tight deflowered rear until she was all the way in, her eyes rolled up into the back of her   
 head as she enjoyed the tight hot grip of the inner walls of his rear passage way.  
 The Wolf Herm’s tip was forcing through the tight orifice like opening to his bowls pushing   
 and sliding its way back and forth as Scar Fangs haunches grind and push firmly against his   
 rear, it felt so good to be buried inside of someone again.  
 She had forgotten how intense it felt, Jack’s body convulsed a couple of times only increasing   
 the sheer ecstasy she felt as her knot like muscle began to swell half way up inside of him   
 causing his eyes to grow wide and his muzzle to quiver.  
  
 He was being used like one of his slaves, he felt a deep sense of outrage yet at the same time   
 a second sensation one of pure excitement as hit business partner was breeding him just as   
 he had moments ago took his pleasure of her, all ready the pain was subsiding and he was   
 starting to relax or at least as much as anyone could with something thick and long pressed   
 deep inside of them.  
  
**“That’s it mattie ya be relaxing for ol’scar and she’ll be giving ya tha’ride of ya life!”**   
  
 Scar Fang moaned deeply her hips slowly pressing with a deep circular motion against the   
 Retriever’s rear lifting the male off of his feet by a few inches with every aggressive short   
 sharp thrust forcing a yelp and a groan from Jack’s muzzle.  
 His eyes where glazed over as he pants deeply while his paw like hands grip the opposite  
 end of the desk tightly for support against the ever increasing speed and power of the Wolf   
 Herm’s assault upon his body.  
  
**“UGHNNNNN!...YA TAKE IT JACK..YA TAKE IT GOOD...AHNNNNNN!”**   
  
 Scar bellowed trembling with pure desire and the need to unload her sticky virile cream into   
 his deep canine cavity, all the male could do was hold on for dear life and whine pathetically   
 in sheer pleasure and pain as his world seemed to spin while stars danced before his eyes.  
 His own dog-hood extended and trapped between his own fur and the hard wood of the table,   
 he could feel his reproductive juices flowing freely as the pleasure over took him repeatedly as   
 he felt himself orgasm so hard so many times that everything had become a complete blur to   
 him.  
  
 Gritting her teeth tightly Scar Fang could feel the old familiar warmth building at the very base   
 of her sheath, she was going to fill her captive male with her hot sticky cream at any moment,   
 a mixture of disappointment it was all most over was accompanied by the sheer exquisite   
 pleasure that lasted but a brief moment of exploding in side of someone.  
 The tight vice like passage way that held her entire length up inside of the males body felt as if   
 it was trying to swallow her alive, Scar was panting deeply as the pressure began to build to  
 unbearable   
 levels until with one last grinding press of her hips she releases explosively into his bowls flooding   
 Jack with her seed a deep howling moan leaving her muzzle as she climax’s uncontrollably against   
 him.   
  
 The Golden Retriever was shaking beneath the Wolf Herm tied into place until she released him,   
 she had made Jack her bitch and he knew it all too well not that he seemed to care right then as   
 his mind was completely blown from the experience as she laid over him resting her muzzle   
 between his shoulders.

** **

                                                                                 **           -OOO-**

The interior décor of serpent Contessa’s manor was a far cry from that of his own   
 mistresses home the walls where covered in long strips of panel printed paper while   
 the floor was laid with deep plush carpets leading from one room to the other   
 separated by flat bars of brass each room holding its own colour scheme and design   
 depending upon its use.  
  
 But even for the vast difference between the two manors it was still no less elaborate   
 and demonstrated the level of status and wealth the owner enjoyed, the room two   
 females final stopped in was equally as grand as the others filled with warm relaxing   
 colours both pleasing as well as easy on the eyes, even the small statues and busts   
 carved from the finest marble remained elegant and all most fluid in there creation   
 leaving not even a single edge or straight line every thing curving giving it an all most   
 organic and alive feel to each one.  
  
 The Contessa De’Floar smiled softly to Volkoff a gentle expression about her snake   
 like face as clapped her hands together summoning one of her servants a brown furred   
 mouse, the anthro mice species while having evolved along the same lines as most the   
 other animals on third earth where more submissive though this was true for most   
 though not all of the prey types.  
  
 Looking up nervously at her mistress the mouse smoothed out the ruffles in her silk   
 coverings, her head bowed low so as not to cause offence to De’Floar or her guest.  
  
**“The Contessa Volkoff and I have maters to discuss take her pet to SSSerina’sss   
 ssstable and sssee to it ssshe understandsss that I expect her to keep him sssafe and   
 properly entertained.”**   
  
 James looked over at Volkoff who smiled reassuringly as she slides a claw along his   
 side and whispers lightly in to his ear.  
  
**“Go but keep your eyesss open for her daughtersss, hey will have their way with you   
 ssshould they come acrosss you”**   
  
 With a deep gulp he give a slight nod feeling his mistresses claws pressing firmly into   
 his skin making her word a more dangerous none verbal tone to them, it was all most   
 a relief when he felt the small mousse paw like hand slip in to just one of his and pull   
 him along behind her as he was partly pulled partly dragged by the enthusiasm of the   
 small female.  
  
**“This way this way!”**   
  
 The mouse would squeak to him when ever he would start to slow down, his legs   
 unable to completely keep up with hers, he could see rooms pass him by though while   
 he could admire there intricate styles he found himself unable to fully appreciate them   
 as he eventually lead into the servant come slave area of the manor, this was less well   
 decorate and more bare and drab with only the bare minion requirements.  
  
 It was like a maze all the corridors and passage ways interconnecting like some   
 warren, he was glad the Servant was guiding him or he would have been lost for sure,   
 he noticed her looking up at him with a wicked smile about her face as she pulled   
 open a door only to close it again behind them and locking it.  
  
 “Serina can have you sure but right now I am not giving up this opportunity to breed,   
 the mistress is very strict about keeping males and females apart but right now she did   
 not say I could not entertain you as well human!”  
  
 The mouse gasped her chest heaving heavily with a deep lustful undertone to her body   
 language as her dress such as it was swiftly discarding revealing her tiny sensuous   
 body, she was a little more than half his height and even in the dim light of the   
 flickering candles her brown eyes seemed to all most glow as she ran a hand along her   
 soft warm orangey brown fur before running her paws up along the sides of his face   
 drawing him down in to a deep passionate kiss.  
  
 His eyes widened at the sheer need displayed as her muzzle parted his lips hungrily as   
 one of her paws swiftly began disrobing him, her petite hand pausing by his man-  
 hood feeling how it began to swell and grow causing her body to quiver against his.  
 He wondered if her small frame could even handle his girth, while he was not   
 amongst the most well-endowed compared to most males he knew, James was sure he   
 would be more than even an anthro-mouse could handle.  
  
**“Y..Your size….if it get’s any…any bigger it won’t fit..”**   
  
 She whimpered breaking the kiss leaving him some what disoriented and dizzy, then   
 he felt her shove him backwards over the straw matrice like bed before partly   
 pouncing on him and struggling to ease his bulbous tip between her lower lips, her   
 fingers eased his foreskin all the way down as with some pain she forced her entrance   
 to stretch around his tip sliding him up inside of her with a muffle cry into her free   
 hand.  
  
 James was trembling now a she felt the sheer heat and tightness of her passage way,   
 he could feel her growing tighter and tighter as he became fully erect inside of her.  
 It was all most painful and he could see how much pain she was in but there was all   
 so a look of pure sexual need as well that overruled any pain of suffering.  
 There was no amount of talking or words spoken that was going to change her mind   
 she was going to breed with him willingly or not even if it meant causing herself who   
 knows what damage to her body.  
  
 Easing his hands slowly up along her front he grinds his hips slowly and gradually,   
 listening to her muffled squeaks and whimpers as suddenly collapsed over him   
 grasping him closely her face pressed against his well-formed chest as he mercifully   
 gave her body what it needed.  
 It was hard going at first even with her slick juices lubricating her inner walls, every   
 motion of his length sent a cascade of intense pleasure though his body met with a   
 sharp sting as her passage way would instinctively clamp down for a few seconds   
 before relaxing again.  
 Looking down with some effort into her face he could see all traces of intelligence   
 was for the moment gone replaced with a distinct feral expression, her mind was no   
 longer there she was lost in heat now with only one thing that mattered and nothing   
 else.  
  
 Her small slender hips bucked and spasmed against his pelvis as he slowly moves   
 pushes himself up through her entrance a few more inches feeling her cervix gladly   
 give way before closing up around back of his bulb like end keeping him buried deep   
 inside of her womb allowing his tip slide back and forth through what space her small   
 womb offered.  
 He could feel the bump of her tummy where he was so fully engulfed within her as   
 her body relaxed its grip now he was held in place until his seed filled her, he smiled   
 softly glad the hot vice like grip became more bearable and he could grind and thrust   
 his muscle much more freely up into her though even then he could only fit half way   
 in.  
 It was enough though as he felt her small soft tongue grooming his skin instinctively   
 as some resemblance to a sentient mind returned but she was still a quivering mass of   
 fur one he knew he had to satisfy if he wanted to escape from his predicament.  
  
 He could hear her cry out cutely with every upwards push of his hips forcing his end   
 to press firmly against the back of her womb driving her primal state of mind into   
 deeper depths of desire and need.  
 He had all most forgotten how incredible the hot sensation of plunging through a   
 fellow mammal’s body could feel like after so many nights with the Contessa   
 Volkoff’s cold yet equally as intense cloaca, James was starting to actually enjoy this   
 as he felt her breathing became rapid panting.  
 Her chest fur heaving up and down swiftly as her eyes closed tightly, she was close to   
 her climax already while he was only just starting to get going.  
  
 He grunts loudly as her nails dig into his sides, her body shaking wildly from the   
 continuous assault upon her womb, James moans as he feels her bare down but it’s   
 not enough to keep him from moving inside of her as wave after wave of pure ecstasy   
 rocks her world.  
 He could feel it now though the increasing hot pressure at the base of man-hood a she   
 hammered into her now forcing her in to a second, third, fourth orgasm her poor little   
 body holding onto his for dear life as he gave deep short gasps feeling his own release   
 all most upon him.  
 It felt so good so incredibly good that he didn’t want it to end, with one last deep   
 stroke pushing his bulbous head as firmly up against the back of her womb as he   
 could James let out a deep moan and unleashed a torrent of virile cream deep into her   
 body flooding over last inch of her passage way as they lay there holding each other   
 close both lost in the afterglow of their pleasure.  
  
 It would be a good half hour before either of them could gather enough of their wits   
 let alone strength to get up his now limp muscle slipping free from her sore over used   
 entrance, smiling softly she blushed brightly running a hand along her tummy before   
 leaning up and parting his lips in a more shy subdued manner.  
  
**“Th..Thank you sir…forgive my earlier behaviour, I..”**   
  
 She started only for James to smile warmly and place a finger against her lips.  
  
**“You were not yourself, its okay”**  
  
 He finishes for her pausing her blush to grow even more, neither said anything more   
 after that as they dressed, with a slight giggle she led him paw in hand to where he   
 was actually meant to be in-spite of her somewhat laboured and staggered pace.

 

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

** **

Entering the stable complex James had to shield his eyes as the light from the   
 windows all most blinded him, the narrow claustrophobic passage ways opened up to   
 more open hall way, the décor was not that much better but in the light of day the flag   
 stone floor and walls where much more agreeable.  
 Every now and then a statue of the mistress could be seen strategically placed to   
 remind those who gazed up on it who their mistress was, along the walls at intervals a   
 tall oak door could be seen each with a name plaque of it occupance beyond.  
  
**“These are the Mistresses prized slaves, all pedigrees bred for as well as to only the   
 purest of stock, each hold championship titles in one competition or another, as such   
 are treated accordingly.”**   
  
 The mouse smiled noticing James’s curious expression as they came to a door with   
 the name, Serina painted upon it.  
 Knocking respectfully up the hard thick door with her tiny knuckles the mouse waited   
 for a response.  
  
**“ENTER!”**   
  
 Came a deep powerful voice as the door opened inwardly, looking up James gulps as   
 he found his eyes traveling up along from the hoof’s up along the immensely   
 muscular legs and thighs to the hips before quivering slightly feel quite intimidated,   
 something deep within his sub-conscious forced his eyes to continue up along he well   
 defined torso all the way up the impressive trapezius either side of the Serina’s neck.  
 It took a monumentus effort to force his head up further straining to look up into the   
 equine eyes of the female Shire Mare.  
  
 It didn’t help that she was smiling at him, reaching out a large hand more than capable   
 of wrapping around the front of his head with ease; he let out a perfect mouse like   
 squeak making both females suddenly burst out into laughter.  
 His eyes instantly dropped back down low finding his gaze at her thighs and the   
 primitive coverings she wore, it was merely a cord over hips tied at both ends and a   
 sheet of silk slipped up over cord and warn up between her thighs and come back over   
 the front to form a loin cloth.  
 Basic but none the less extremely effective.  
  
**“Relax little male I will not do you harm, my equine species are more friendly and   
 less aggressive.”**   
  
 Serina boomed with an amused tone her large hand grasping his shoulder in   
 expression of affection, turning to the mouse she gives a welcoming nod.  
  
**“So Sora, what is it that our illustrious owner wishes done with our timid little friend   
 here?”**   
  
 The completely dwarfed Mouse smiles quite undisturbed by the mountain of muscle   
 standing before her, cocked her petite head in an adorably cute way before replying.  
  
**“The mistress would have you entertain him as he is the Contessa Volkoff’s personal   
 pet, she also request you do not break him like those other males she sent into your   
 care.”**   
  
 Serina blushed brightly looking a little embarrassed.  
  
**“Fair enough, I shall be extra careful with him and not break any bones, isn’t that   
 right my little human mouse-ski!”**   
  
 Sora giggled gentle enjoying the pet name the large powerful equine had given James   
 before taking her leave.  
  
**“Come..Come do not stand outside my chambers on ceremony!”**  
  
 Serina bellows with care free tone to her voice partly lifting him off his feet as she   
 draws him into her room via his shoulder, the door closes loudly behind them as he   
 trembles.  
 The furniture was basic though sturdy of course it had to be with its user being over   
 two and half thousand pounds of solid muscle, she smiled as she passed by a shelf of   
 trophy’s and ribbons before gently sitting him on a large mahogany bed.  
  
**“Now you just lay face down mouse-ski and let ol’Serina give you a good massage,   
 should help ease all that tension you got going on there in your body.”**   
  
 She winks before pretty much flipping him from a sitting position over and onto his   
 front with one swift yet gentle cuff of her hand, he gave a grunt and gasp as the air   
 was knocked out of him as her gentle touch was still pretty rough for his poor body.  
 Feeling the bed creak as she eases up onto it astride his rear James finds himself   
 surprised at how easily she remembers not to place even the slightest amount of her   
 body weight upon his.  
  
 His pelvis would easily shatter without any effort at all if she so wished it yet she was   
 so tender and controlled it was all most nice the way her hips pushed and moved   
 against his rear while her massive hands kneaded and expertly squeezed his shoulder   
 muscles.  
 He guess having so many of her own she must have a great deal of knowledge about   
 such things either way he was in pure heaven as she massaged his stressed tired and   
 battered body.  
 A soft moan left his lips as he felt her working all the knots out of his shoulders and   
 back, Serina smiled proudly her people had evolved in many ways apart from the   
 obvious bipedal form they enjoyed the use of in the here and now, it was the natural   
 talent to understand the workings of the bodies musculature that the Shire Equine held   
 most prized that and their skill in working metals.  
  
**“I can tell from the condition and development of you muscles that you have had   
 quite hectic ordeal lasting a long time, why don’t you share that with Serina my little   
 Mouse-ski?”**   
  
 She mused softly turning him into so much putty in her massive hands, James gave   
 one more deep moan and began to tell his tale starting from the Vixen who had been   
 his mate through to the encounter with Golden Retriever and the Wolf Herm and up to   
 present with Volkoff, the Equine listened intently her fingers working the tension   
 right out of him as he felt himself at peace and more relaxed that he had been in a   
 very very long time.  
 At the end of his tale it was starting to get dark out and Serina had lifted herself up  
 enough to softly roll him onto his back, his coverings laying discarded now on the   
 floor as she eased her own loin cloth sheet laying alongside it as her lower lips   
 pressed firmly against his limp soft man hood.  
 Her hands began once more to work their magic this time along his chest making back   
 arch and his length of his member press firmly between her vulva, a soft moan leaves   
 her lips as her hips push back and forth slowly as they had earlier.  
 His length didn’t remain soft for long but neither seemed to care as she enjoyed   
 massaging his body and he enjoyed being its recipient.  
  
 Biting her bottom lip she let out a slight gasp of air feeling her clit swell and harden   
 against the sliding motion of the warm smooth shaft brushing against it send ripple   
 after ripple of pure pleasure through every fibre of her body.

** **

Panting deeply she found it hard to focus on what she was doing, she didn’t want to   
 harm James as her weight and strength would make that all to easy, all it would take   
 would be a simple lapse in judgment and she could end up crushing his rib cage with   
 her hands as she massages his chest and torso.  
 But it was becoming more and more difficult as she felt his hips moving in time to her   
 hips as they moved and ground against his pelvis with every motion of her arms   
 pushing and running her fingers along his soft warm body, it felt so good the way his   
 fully erect length moved against her lower lips especially the sensations from her   
 swollen cliterous it was blowing her mind making her physically tremble.  
  
 James gasped as he looked up at the large female the majority of his body hidden   
 between her thighs, he could hear her deep laboured breaths as she moved against   
 him.  
 He was glad she was being gentle with him a she dared not even think of what would   
 happen if she lost all control of herself, the mind numbing pressure began to build at   
 the base of his shaft with every firm relentless stroke of her body as her hands   
 squeezed and moved along the muscles of his body driving him wild.  
  
 Suddenly a sheering pain wrenched through him as her hips moved a little too hard as   
 it pushed down and along his pelvis causing it to creek and all most snap, it wasn’t   
 until his screams filled Serina’s ears that she snapped out of her lust fuelled delirium   
 it felt as her heart was tearing in two at harming someone.  
 She moved swiftly unstradling him her hands hovering over his pelvis a look of panic   
 about her face unsure if she should even touch him in case she hurt him more, it took   
 a few moments for her to calm herself and carefully check for any damage that she   
 may have done.  
  
**“I..I’m so sorry mouse-ski …I didn’t mean to …..I wouldn’t “**  
  
 She babbled mortified at what she had all most done, James smiled softly wincing   
 slightly as he sat up right taking her large muzzle between his hands and parting her   
 equine lips kissing her as best as any human could with a horse, her eyes widened   
 then closed slowly as she leaned into the kiss allowing him to guide her down on to   
 her back.  
  
**“Let’s try that again but with a few changes?”**   
  
 He whispers softly breaking the kiss and easing down along her warm smooth dark   
 reddish chestnut brown coat, he could feel the thick massive muscles move against his   
 chest like coils of steel cable as he slides his way down along her body until his face   
 was between her thighs.  
 Serina gave a timid chirring sound followed by a loud whinny as she feels his lips part   
 around her swollen clit suckling and pulling at it like a foal would a mother teat, it   
 sent sparks of ecstasy ripping through her body as her massive hands gripped the sides   
 of her bed tightly.  
  
**“UHNNNNNNNN……T…THAT’S IT ….S..SO GOOD….I…I ODN’T KNOW   
 WHAT YOUR D..DOING BUT FEELS SO GOOD…UNNNNNNNNN!”**   
  
 Serina moans shaking her head from side to side as he pulls at her nub as far as it   
 would stretch before slipping free from his lips, his hand teasingly sliding his index   
 finger along the undersides of her lower-lips as it traces its way up to her winking   
 entrance.  
 He could feel her thighs quiver as her back arched in sheer pleasure, mischievously   
 James eases his finger slowly around her entrance as it spasms open and closed   
 erratically before dipping it in a knuckle deep.  
 He was rewarded with a deep chirring from Serina as he all most felt his finger being   
 torn right off by the sheer greedy hunger of her moist starving orifice, James smirks as   
 he hears her voice her complaint as he eases his finger slowly out.  
 Of course he wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot.  
  
**“D..DONT STOP MOUSE-SKI PLEASE..PLEASE….GIVE IT TO ME!”**   
  
 She cries out begging him to continue un-awhere of his intentions, James smiled   
 softly as he releases her cliterous and eases his tongue to her opening running tip in   
 circles around it tasting her juices making her whimper and stiffen as she hits her first   
 orgasm not that he going to let up now.  
  
**“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!”**   
  
 She screams out feeling the rush of heat and sheer ecstasy tear through her with   
 unyielding wave after wave of sensation forcing her onwards towards the promise of   
 other climaxes to come.  
  
 James winces slightly as he feels her inner muscle s grasping and drawing at his   
 tongue trying to keep it from escaping as he traces the inner muscles that formed her   
 vaginal tract, she tasted so good and it felt strange he could feel the different textures   
 that most mammals would have there but too small to truly notice, a muffled cry left   
 his lips as he ran he tongue along a rough section of muscle tissue and her thighs   
 instantly clasped around the sides of his head as her juices flowed freely   
 accompanied by the unmistakeable sounds of Serina hit yet another orgasm he had   
 found her sweet spot.  
  
 Swallowing her freely flowing juices the best he could so as not to drown in them he   
 laid an assault upon the rough area with in her causing her hips to rise and fall even to   
 grind helpless against him as she remained at his mercy.  
 Over and over her juices flowed and her mouth parte d in a screaming cry of   
 unbridled pleasure until her throat was sore and barely able to make a sound, her   
 powerful body shaking and exhausted as finally he eased his face away and knelt   
 between her thighs his fully aroused length slapping against her sore over swollen clit   
 with his bulbous end.  
 Looking up along her body he could see she was completely out of it, slowly he eases   
 himself into her now extremely moist passage way pushing hilt deep with the first   
 stroke gripping her hips firmly resting his face against her navel as her orifice winked   
 firmly around his offering.  
 He was nowhere endowed enough to even reach half way to her cervix but that didn’t   
 matter now as she had her pleasure now it was his turn.  
  
 Taking a deep gulp of air or two he slowly starts to grind against her until he could   
 more readily start a stead thrusting pace but it was proving impossible as her entrance   
 convulsed and squeezed with such rhythmic power he was close to firing his seed into   
 her after only having started.  
 The swift build-up of heat at the base of his manhood suddenly erupts as he explodes   
 inside of her with such force he all most passes out, his cream floods her passage way   
 flowing with all speed towards its goal and purpose, but this wasn’t the end by a long   
 shot her entrance continued to milk him forcing him to just hold on for dear life as his   
 body brought to a second release inside of her.  
 James felt a large hand softly hold him against her with a gentle touch as her body   
 forced him over the edge again making him cry out in pure delight as she held him   
 close with a reassuring caress of her fingers along his back.  
  
 He was completely helpless unable to do anything but hold onto her as he was drained   
 dry over every last drop of his fertile juices but he loved it every last moment of it as   
 he leaned against her soft warm coast feeling the muscles beneath move and contract   
 Against his whole body it was a sensation he would never forget.  
 Even after finally being released by her body he remained there against Serina, her   
 hand around his back sharing both the afterglow and the moment with her.

** **

**                                                                                             -OOO-**

** **

Port Claw a costal town walled off from the rest of the vast land mass to keep the   
 undesirable scum from going any further than the port itself yet still allow them to sell   
 their ill gotten wares such as s laves and human black powder weapons some thing   
 considered to be all most as valuable as a healthy young human slave.  
  
 The vessel Shadow Claw had worked her passage upon had docked and was off   
 loading the slaves that the Golden Retriever had acquired through one way or   
 another, chained manacles linked each one via their ankles as they where led down   
 gang plank of the ship where the ports auction master awaited with cart like cages.  
 The tigress did not really care much for this, she was blocking the sounds of tears and   
 pleas for help as it would not serve her purpose to do any thing about it.  
 Giving a slight grunt she grabs the side of the deck rail and with little effort vaults   
 over it clearing the gap between the dock and the boat with ease as she lands on one   
 knee as though it where child’s play.  
  
 No one paid her much attention those that did would do so trying not to be noticed,   
 Tigers where not uncommon if any thing they where often hired as body guards or   
 more normally as assassins so one scalie noble could ascend to a higher position in   
 the royal court, promotion in this manner was most common as such it added extra   
 notoriety amongst the other big cat races giving cause to a great deal of prejudice  
 especially between the Honorable Lion Prides and the Ferocious Tigre Clans whose   
 rivalry runs deep into the legends of old.  
 Padding off along dock Shadow mad ether way towards the nearest inn, it had been a   
 long journey and she needed a drink the one tot of rum a day had been a nightmare for   
 her more so that it had been of poor quality and greatly watered down to last longer.  
 No she needed to get a decent flagon of ale down her gullet before she could even   
 start the process of locating the necessary establishments that would lead her to her   
 quarry.  
  
 Barging through the entrance of the nearest inn its sign of serpent coiled around a keg   
 of ale swinging slightly in the breeze, her eyes focused fully on the bar she moved   
 with purpose the barkeep all ready having spotted her had begun to pour a flagon of   
 ale in readiness, he’d been around long enough to recognize that look all to well.  
 Just a few stools down a couple of male tigers where refreshing themselves with a   
 number of jugs filled with mead, neither of them speaking rather just downing flagon   
 full’s of the amber liquid with much pleasure.  
 Taking a seat Shadow slams down a copper piece which was swiftly swapped for the   
 flagon of ale freshly poured, drinking deeply from the flagon shadow gave contented   
 sigh as she enjoyed the taste and long drawn out flow of liquid flowing down her   
 gullet leaving a refreshing tingling sensation in the roof of her mouth.  
  
**“Much better!”**   
  
 The tigress rumbled contently as she lowered the now empty flagon down and placing   
 another copper coin down next to it, both picked up by the barkeeper and a refill   
 placed before her.  
 The group of tigers just down from her had begun to watch Shadow, they where   
 young probably only a few years into their adult hood and full of reckless and filled   
 with the reckless desire to prove their worth that the young was so prone to.  
  
 The more bolder or rather foolish of the group approached her with a deliberate   
 swagger in his step as if trying to look impressive but it just made her want laugh and   
 cuff the youth to send him on his way.  
  
**“So what’s a female like you doing here?”**   
  
 He asked, no sooner had the last words left his feline lips than he was face planted   
 into the side of the bar, his body collapsed, crumpled up unconscious on the floor.  
 While she had been to happy to just let him save face with a dismissive Growl of   
 disinterest his foolishly chosen words earned him a lesion in manners.  
  
**“Put those blades a way cubs, do not let the ale guide your actions!”**   
  
 She snarled aloud, she could hear the friends of the unconscious tiger starting to draw   
 their blades only to pause and resheath them hurriedly upon her words of warning.  
 A small smile played across her lips remembering how rash and impulsive she had   
 been when she was their age.  
  
 Outside it was starting to get dark, in a port like this it was ill-advised even for a tiger   
 to be out and about on their own.  
  
**“Barkeep do you have any spare rooms?”**   
  
 Shadow rumbled placing a silver pieces on the counter, looking greedily at the coins   
 the Scared Lizard grinned and nodded reaching under the table and sliding the keys   
 over to her, a large flat disk on the top of the key with a room number clearly stamped   
 into it.  
  
**“Yes ma’am we have a cancelation on a room, I’m sure it’ll fit your needs nicely”**   
  
 The bar barkeep grinned widely showing his sharp needle like teeth as he ran a pencil   
 through a name on the large register like book and sliding it over to her to sign, with a   
 swift caress of the pencil tip against the parchment like page she made her mark.   
 Taking her flagon with her she headed towards the stair case leading to the upper   
 levels where the guest rooms would be located her thoughts turning to her next step in   
 her quest to locate her target and bring him back alive if possible dead if not, just as   
 long as she had a body to show her client.

** **

** **

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

** **

It was dark in the stable when James awoke, the pale moon beams filling the chamber   
 with just enough light to see but not enough to pick out colours or fine details.  
 He moved slightly only to let a deep gasp as Serina’s tight slick entrance contracts   
 around his limp man-hood squeezing him firmly as it winks causing him to swell fully   
 inside of her passage way, the Shire knickers softly in her sleep but doesn’t awaken as   
 he slowly with considerable effort draws free from with in her.  
 James shivered slightly as the blanket that had covered him fully had slide down   
 around his waist, exhaustedly he slide up along side Serina as she subconsciously   
 rolls over onto her side now he was no longer between her thighs.  
 Easing the vast blanket back up to cover them both he felt her arm drape over him   
 drawing him in close to her warm hard body, it felt soothing and secure as if he could   
 pretend every thing was normal and he was back home, he knew it was an illusion   
 but still it was a welcome false hood.   
  
 As he closes his eyes to just enjoy the moment and with luck slip back into sleep once   
 more he never herd the sounds from outside of the chamber doors as Serina’s two   
 swollen nipples brush against his back causing the female to press a little closer to   
 him.  
 Again the sounds of something sliding along the floor could be her as whispered   
 hissing filled the night air before the door knob began to slowly turn lifting the   
 internal door latch, all motion stopped as the first creak of the wooden door sounded   
 as the door was pushed open a few inches.  
 There was silence for a few minuets followed by more whispered hiss like voices   
 before the door was opened again this went on for bet part of half an hour as if afraid   
 to awaken the Shire Female with in.  
  
 Eventually a lithe all most humanoid snake like head eased around the side of the   
 door peering into the room a tongue flicking out to taste the air before two claw like   
 hands covered in warm woolen mittens could be seen followed by the well toned body   
 of a warmly dressed anthromorphic snake slipped in her serpent half slithering   
 stealthily along the floor soon followed by a second then third female.  
 Each sporting a twisted grin of excitement and nervousness they crept closer and   
 closer towards their prey, the sisters had herd whispers of a human in the manor   
 house, they had never been with a human before true they had experimented with   
 other mammals but never a human.  
  
 They where more than a little eager to try one out now without their mother or the   
 slave’s owner finding out, with quivering hands fighting both fear at being caught and   
 the cold of the night air the cold blooded females reach up under the blanket feeling   
 the sudden boost of warmth from with in.  
  
**“I take it young mistresses that you are cold and seek some where warm for the   
 night?”**   
  
 Came Serina’s voice, one of her of eyes opening as she smiles knowingly.  
  
**“If you be promising to be good and not wake me you may share the blanket”**   
  
 The three sister looked at the Shire with guilty faces before nodding their heads and   
 slithering under the thick warm blanket gratefully before slipping out of their clothing   
 and coiling around James to share his and the shire’s body warmth.  
 At first he was concerned but one look into Serina’s eyes was all it took for him to   
 feel every thing would be okay.  
 Their smooth hard scales felt cold at first but soon warmed up as the held him firmly   
 their small young bodies pressing firmly against his cocooning him between the three   
 snake girls.  
 He was still fully erect from when he had woken up something not lost on the sisters   
 as each took it in turn to softly brush the slit like entrance to their cloaca’s against his   
 bulbous end savoring the sensation.  
  
 Three tongues brushed around his neck softly as if tasting his scent while her small   
 claw like hands move along the areas that wasn’t engulfed in their coils, one of the   
 sisters unhinges her bottom jaw and engulfs his mouth from cheek to cheek forcing   
 her tongue down along his to muffle his cry as his member was eased with some   
 effort up inside of one of them while the other two contracted and relaxed their coils   
 forcing his hips to grind and push with a firm yet slow rhythm.  
 He wasn’t sure which sister was kissing him and which was mating with him as the   
 other two locked jaws to muffle any sounds of pleasure they may make themselves.  
  
 The caress of naked skin against bare scale was so intense for all four of them that   
 even James had stopped panicking and trying to struggle against the sisters, he only   
 hoped they where of age as he would hate to think he was breeding with them I they   
 weren’t.  
 A deep moan leaves his mouth only to be engulfed by the sister kissing him so deeply   
 that her tongue was lustfully easing down his throat.  
 He could feel the pressure swiftly building as he tightness around his entire length   
 was reaching fever pitch not that this seemed to be stopping the other two from   
 moving his hips for him.  
 James could feel the cold tight depth of snake sister his length was fully sheathed with   
 in, it was so tight if any thing painfully so.  
 The thicker end of their serpentine halves where no more thicker than his own thigh   
 unlike there full grown mother, he wanted to plead with them to stop that this was   
 probably a very bad idea but his mouth was muffled by that of one the other sisters as   
 he was forced to grind firmly as the coils squeezed and manipulated his ever motion.  
 Outside of the scalie cocoon barely a movement could be felt or seen by the Shire   
 Mare as she slept soundly once more.  
  
 Alone their bodies would have had trouble accommodating and forcing the human to   
 pleasure them but together cocooning him he was at their mercy, his nose was free   
 from the strange inhuman kiss being forced upon his allowing him to at least breathe  
 as he was used as he three females play thing.  
 Despite the tight cold stinging sensation he felt his body stiffen and convulse or at   
 least try to as his living prison kept his body completely immobilized, James’s eyes   
 closed tightly as he felt the first intense hot eruptions explode freely from his bulbous   
 end filling it recipient with his fertile juices much to the delight of one the sisters   
 moaning quietly into his ear as she reaches her own release of pleasure.  
  
 Much to his relief his bulbous end was pulled free spraying a little of his seed along   
 the three females scales, the coils around him gave way as the jaws around  
  
 his face pulled free moving down to gap made in the squirming cocoon and fully   
 engulfing his poor sensitive length taking it all the way in side of her mouth milking   
 his man-hood back to life for the next sister to use.  
 A second sister suddenly clamps her mouth around his I the same fashion as the first   
 had muffling his cries as he felt himself release a second then third time on short   
 consecutive moments as the serpent mouth clamped firmly around the very base of his   
 member swallowing deeply before sliding slowly off as the coils closed back up and   
 the next sister’s cloaca was eased into place.   
  
 The serpent trembled feeling the thick bulbous end forcing it’s way up inside of her as   
 her sisters forced their captive to push his hips up against her forcing the strange tip   
 stretch and penetrate her most intimate of passage ways, the sheer heat against her   
 cool inner walls acted like an aphrodisiac for her body as it reached the tight entrance   
 to her birthing cavity.  
 A part of most of those reptile and amphibian who had evolved had developed to give   
 their eggs an additional boost in life before being laid and hatched, in away it was   
 their solution to the mammal’s womb.  
 Trembling slightly she could feel the bulbous head strain and press firmly before   
 finally forcing its way in to the cavity sending a shiver of over whelming pleasure as   
 well as a sharp piercing sensation through her mind as she clamps down around the   
 entire shaft trying to hold it in place but her sisters where forcing the human in and   
 out of her cavity as she had helped do with her sister only moments earlier.  
  
 It was a truly amazing sensation one that tor eat the very fabric of her sanity as she   
 felt completely helpless to the pistoning length of hot human muscle slipping and   
 sliding through her cold blooded passage way.  
 She was some what larger and older than her younger sister so it wasn’t quite so hard   
 to handle the males thick length but even then it was stretching her passage way, she   
 wanted to scream and scream but the moment she started to, her older sisters mouth   
 clamped around her own silencing her screams.  
 The pressure and sensation was building swiftly inside of her, she was going to   
 climax all too soon, she wanted it to last longer than this but it was just too much for   
 her young body to handle.  
  
 The relentless force of her sisters coils forcing the human’s hips to assault her body   
 was just to much to handle any more as her entire body stiffens while wave after wave   
 of pure ecstasy washes over her sending her mind spiraling as the thick hot cream   
 from the males tip poured into her birthing cavity triggering her body to start to form   
 its eggs to be fertilized by the deposited seed.  
 A sudden empty sensation filled her as the males shrinking length was withdrawn   
 form inside her pleasured body.  
  
 James was laying there in the cocoon of coils as jaws around his cheeks released and   
 headed down to take his sore over used member to ready it for the eldest sister to take   
 her turn, he wasn’t sure he could handle any more, he had released far more than he   
 thought possible for his species what with his mistress on the journey here, then the   
 Shire now these three, he was sure he was going to die at this rate but he was helpless   
 to prevent any thing from happening as the oldest sisters snake like mouth struck   
 taking him fully in one sudden skillful motion.  
 It took much longer to force his man-hood to harden one more time but the older   
 sister had expected this to happen after all the male had been put through quite the   
 ordeal.   
  
 Whimpering into the mouth of the youngest sister as she engulfing his mouth   
 caressing the his throat with her long thin long serpentine tongue he was one last time   
 positioned into place his bulbous end tender and extremely sore was forced into the   
 elder sisters coalac.  
 His exhausted whimper was rendered soundless as his entire length was pushed into   
 the last sisters reproductive tract, she was some what more looser and less tight than   
 the other two sisters making penetration that less painful for him especially as her   
 juices began to flow freely down over and along his intruding length.  
 The cold texture soothing his burning hot member easing his suffering greatly as his   
 hips are pushed relentlessly against her, he wanted to just pass out and loose himself   
 into the sweep embrace of oblivion but every time his eyes began o sag and close a set   
 of clawed fingers raking his skin would snap him full conscious again denying him   
 any form of escape.  
  
 He could hear the eldest sister’s moans and gasp quietly in his ear as she to was   
 swiftly feeling the effects of his strange shaped tip sending her over the edge making   
 her body convulse uncontrollably as reluctantly his body unleashes what little virile   
 seed it had left before darkness finally engulfed him.  
 The three sisters remained coiled around him as they finally lapsed into their own well   
 earned slumber allowing James’s over worked muscle to slip free and his mouth   
 liberated from the youngest sister’s tongue.

** **

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

 

Night past by the sleepers as dawn swiftly came upon them sending the first few rays   
 of the new day upon them all, the three sisters stirred as their bodies began to absorb   
 the warmth of the early suns rays, the combined body heat of both Equine and Human   
 beneath the blanket with them had kept them nice cozy through out the night but it   
 was time for them to take their leave save their mother should find them absent from   
 their chambers.  
 So drowsily they slithered from beneath the blankets pausing for a time to gaze upon   
 the human whose seed filled their bodies before heading off, easing up close to   
 Serina’s sensuous powerful body the Shires mighty hands eased down around him   
 holding him close.  
  
 A creaking of the stable door filled the chamber causing James’s eyes to flicker open   
 as he was awoken from his sleep, he could feel the massive steel like muscle fibers   
 beneath the shire’s fine hair move showing she to, was awake even if her eyes   
 remained closed.  
 Peering towards the door his eyes squinting as they focused he could make out Sora’s   
 small curvy form in the door way looking nervously in, beckoning to him to come   
 with her.  
  
 With a sigh he pressed his lips against Serina’s wide broad shoulders and with some   
 effort forced his sore body to move and dress himself the best he could in the dim   
 early light coming through the window.  
 The Shire smiled as she listened to the door close her large hand running slowly along   
 her womb.  
  
 Along the corridor James hobbled at time seven hopping along after Sora as he put his   
 sandals on, pausing for a moment as the small mouse turned around her snout pressed   
 against his chest and sniffing at him before wrinkling up her nose.  
  
**“We’d best have you bathed before I take you back to your mistress or both our heads   
 will be forfeit”**   
  
 She smiled faintly taking him by the hand and almost dragging him behind her down   
 the corridor turning down a number of passage ways before a flickering light and the   
 sounds of talking and laughing could be herd, he could feel the warmth of a fire the   
 closer to they got until emerging into a wide elongated chamber with a vast pool like   
 bath, one end water poured continuously in while the other it was drained keeping the   
 pool constantly clean.  
  
**“This is the slave communal area where come to eat bathe and gather, the mistress as   
 your own is fond believer in keeping her slaves clean and happy, all she expects from   
 us is obedience and loyalty.”**   
  
 Sora noted her voice a quiet hushed sound while her small paw tugging him closer to   
 the pool, a couple of mice lounging by the pool look up and give a delighter chitter   
 before scampering over to James’s only to recoil as the scent of the three Serpent   
 sisters hits them.  
  
**“Hurry yes yes..clean him we must….quick quick, leave no scent we must”**   
  
 One of them a some what nervous male blurted quietly as he helps disrobe the human   
 his head bobbing back and forth looking around the room all most as expecting some   
 axe wielding guard to come in and behead every one there.  
 James winces his sore brused body protesting at being yanked one way then the other,   
 he was getting more than a little fed up at being rudely woken up then made to   
 undress only after just getting dressed.  
 Even his patience was getting tested at this point more so when he was led and pushed   
 into the pool, he was plesently surprised to feel the warmth of the water rather than   
 some cold biting chill engulf him.  
 He wasn’t sure how but the pool was heated which made him wonder as his head   
 broke the surface if the water that was drained at one end was filtered and heated   
 before being pumped in some way back into it again.  
  
**“Hurry Hurry scower him scrub him!”**   
  
 Sora and the other two chittered together having slipped out of their own clothes and   
 arming them selves with a luffa sponge and bar of soap each, in no time the poor   
 human was covered in soap suds as the rough texture of the luffa’s rubbing against his   
 skin.  
 Closing his eyes tightly trying his best to just bare with it he found himself getting   
 more and more agitated by with every passing moment.  
  
**“Stop provoking that poor thing, sheash you mice have no idea do you?"**   
  
 Came a soft female tone it was more bold and firm than that of the more subdued   
 voices of the mice, it was clearly of another species though with his eyes closed and   
 soap over his face he could not tell exactly what this new female was.  
  
**“You three just go calm down and let me deal with this.”**   
  
 The voice said again while two firm larger paws began scooping water up and   
 positing it over his face to clear his eyes, slowly rubbing his eyes he blinks a few   
 times as the female slips astride his lap draping her arms around his neck.  
  
**“Better?”**   
  
 She asks as James looks into the eyes of an otter her lips smiling as she presses her   
 self against him, he could feel her body moving slowly as she rubs her wet fur against   
 his body removing the scent of the snake and replacing it with her own.  
  
**“The names Drill, I’m in charge of training the pleasure slave how to best pleasure   
 guests, it gives me some liberties such as having my way with the slaves of the   
 mistresses visitors…Like You Human!”**   
  
 James gulped deeply much to Drill’s amusement he could feel her naked body   
 brushing firmly against him in a sexual way, he could feel her lower-lips sliding   
 against his exhausted man-hood but nothing else.   
  
**“Mnnn this is much better than those nasty ol’sponges, feel free to come all you like”**   
  
 She whispers into his ear while gently nipping his lobe playfully.  
  
**“Now your clothes thankfully don’t have that stink on them so you wont have to   
 borrow some thing to ware which is a shame as I think you’d look good in my   
 clothes..ooooooooo!....My your defiantly a big one!”**   
  
 Drill moans feeling his length swell fully between her moist labia, he could feel the   
 moist heat from her entrance as her body slide slowly up along his chest, her firm rear   
 pushing back and forth with a slow deliberate pace.  
 Her long torso brushing against his soft silky skin as her brow press against his, he   
 could feel her breath against his lips as she pants slightly with every pacing stroke.  
  
**“UHNNNN!....Ooooo yes …mnnnnn…I must try you out when uhnnnnn…your fella   
 down there ahnnnn…has had chance to recover from its annnn…..a.abuse from the   
 mistresses daughters”**   
  
 The sheer sensation of her thighs wrapped around his length as she eases back and   
 forth with a skillful yet gentle motion sending his mind sprawling in sheer pleasure.   
 She moans deeply her lips finally pressing against his parting them deeply sending   
 him over the edge as much to his surprise he was able to unleash a small drizzle of   
 seed, her own body shuddering and stiffening against him for a few seconds before   
 relaxing against his own.  
  
 Panting loudly her chest heaving heavily against his she lays there with him for a few   
 more moments before pushing away along the surface of the pool with a slow tender   
 wink, her voice calling out to Sora and the other two mice.   
  
**“He’s all yours mice dry him off and make him look presentable for his mistress now!”**

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

t was still dark out as Shadow Claw moved swiftly along the out skirts of the city wall, keeping close   
 to the shadows the tigress pauses sampling the cold bitter wind coming towards her; the scents   
 hadn’t changed and she was close enough now to hear the idle hisses of the lizard guards native   
 tongue, the sound was dull and almost bored if not drowsy so she was sure she had yet to be   
 detected.  
  
 She was reaching the grate to one the rivers that filter in to merge with the harbour estuary, an arch   
 had been built over each rather than trying to redirect them.  
 She smiled to herself as she reaches the fresh water’s edge slipping slowly in with a deep gulp of air   
 moments before her head submerges beneath the surface.  
 With little effort she paddles through the fast racing water taking only a couple of seconds to make it   
 to the grate before slipping her paw like fingers though the gaps and puling with all her strength, at   
 first nothing seemed to happen as her feet pressed themselves either side of the disk like barrier for   
 extra leverage.  
  
 As her muscles bulged and strained there was a silent cracking sound as the partly crumbled stone   
 began to give, suddenly the grate came free launching her backwards through the water with   
 considerable speed.  
 The Tigress had travelled a fair distance down river and could feel the pull of the estuary on her back   
 by the time she realized it was free, shadow had to struggle now as she discarded the metal grate in   
 order to scramble and swim her way to the surface.  
 Her lungs screaming for air as her muzzle broke free from the waves taking in massive gasp of air she   
 clings to the river’s edge, her claws dug firmly into the dirt, it took a good few seconds before she   
 could gather her strength and slowly climb her way partly through the water partly on the bank to   
 escape the hungry pull of the estuary.  
 If she allowed herself to be dragged in she would in less than a blink of her eyes be pulled to sea or   
 pinned down in one the eddies to be drowned, either way she wished avoid either scenario.  
  
 Inch by inch she made her way until she was far enough to ease back under water and swim back to   
 the opening she had made only moments ago, thankfully none of the cold miserable city guards had   
 even realized what was happening.  
 With a few kicks of her legs she was through and on the other side of the wall where the more   
 trouble-some part of her mission would begin.  
  
  
**                                                                                            -OOO-**

It was cold and the street crews where dowsing the street lamps in readiness for the   
 start of a new day, the merchant district was eerily quiet as stores unlocked ready for   
 the morning trade, James could see his breath in the chilled air as he was led behind   
 Volkoff a silk cord leading from his color into her small claw like hand.  
 Flanking them as they mad ether way through the fog filled streets where two large   
 kimono-dragon guards each keeping an eye out for any foolish enough to cause their   
 mistress harm.  
 He could hear the echoed sound his sandals made on the cobbled floor as he walked   
 along the cobbled pavement as the odd coach rolled past on the road next to them, it   
 all felt so surreal only the cold nip against his bare skin reminded him it was real.  
 While he felt quite embarrassed walking in only a fine silk sheet draped around his   
 body there was little he could really do as now and then the Lizard mistress would   
 give a gentle tug on his lead to keep him in pace with her.  
  
 The part would pause from time to time to look in shop windows and admire some of   
 the wares before continuing on but eventually they stopped b a door way with a sign   
 showing a needle and scissors the universal symbol through out the races of the Tailor   
 and seamstress.  
  
**“Come!”**  
  
 Volkoff smiled softly not really giving James a choice as she gave a slight tug on the   
 lead, the two large guards stood patiently either side of the ornate wooden door to   
 await their mistress.  
  
 Inside the smell and the warmth of the place engulfed him fully with a welcoming   
 sensation from the fire place in the far end of the store, the scent of cinnamon and a   
 fine fruity perfume which assaulted his mind the most as the vast rolls of material   
 lining the walls on spindles ready to be pulled open and cut as needed filled his   
 bulging eyes with wonder.  
 The wood work was well crafted some thing he could easily admire and understand,   
 the expensive deep purple carpet was a statement of true elegance and class   
 representing the status of a master tailor.  
  
  
**“Greeting, what may I do for you this unfortunately miserable morning?”**   
  
 The old turtle asked looking over at his customer and her pet.  
  
**“Massster Tailor I wisssh to commisssion your ssskillsss in the creation of a garment   
 for my pet, I would like sssomething to keep his frail human body sssafe from the   
 elementsss yet retain an elegance and presssence worthy asss the property of a noble.”**   
  
 The Contessa replied firmly her claw like hand holding up a purse of gold, it was not   
 an uncommon request since many of the noble and wealthy merchants would have   
 their pets dressed up in splendor and finery to better show offer their own status in   
 society, the grander the outfit the more important the pets owner.  
 Though some times this did tend to lead to very uncomfortable and quite miserable   
 conditions for the slaves forced to wear them.  
  
**“I will endeavor to create something both worthy of your beauty yet still comfortable   
 and practical for your dear pet.”**   
  
 The turtle noted in response looking at the human, he had to admit he did enjoy   
 crafting outfits for Human’s since they had no wings or tails, just a head, two arms   
 and two straight legs.  
 A true pleasure in its simplicity allowing him to focus on the style and intricate   
 craftsmanship of his work.  
  
**“Now if I may, I will need to make measurements!”**   
  
 The master craftsman requested humbly to the Contessa who merely nodded her   
 consent, the tailor snapped his fingers to one of the Geko’s who swiftly approached   
 the human holding out a long piece of string, every so many inches there was a knot   
 in the string to allow accurate measurements to be taken.  
 James took a step backwards for every step the green male lizard took forwards, the   
 old turtle smirked to himself letting this particular apprentice learn from experience   
 while the others watched curiously.  
 Volkoff watched her pet as his back made contact against her body, her claw like   
 hands eased gently down around his waist before running backup along his chest then   
 down along his wrists before tenderly holding his arms out for the Geko to do his job.  
  
**“It’sss okay my pet they won’t harm you!”**  
  
 She whispers gently to James as the assistant began calling out the measurements,   
 leaning his head back James felt his owner’s chest expand with every silent breath she   
 took.  
 It had a somewhat calming effect on him while her face lifted to look at the Geko with   
 a firm no nonsense expression upon her face as if daring him to make a liar out of her.  
 Working swiftly with a rather deep gulp the assistant called out James measurements   
 for one the other apprentice's to jot down upon parchment and pencil.  
  
**“Good, good now with that out of the way I can get to work ma’am”**   
  
 The old turtle noted heading over to one the shelves behind the work table, their   
 where a large selection of coloured fabrics, rubbing the scales upon his chin he turns   
 towards the Contessa and her Pet.  
  
**“Any particular colour?”**   
  
 Volkoff smiled softly letting her human go and gently ushering him forwards with a   
 gentle pat against his rear, her voice a tender hiss.  
  
**“Ansswer the nice male my pet!”**   
  
 A little nervously James edged his way towards the turtle he had many tales about the   
 Geko race and how they were short tempered and violent he wasn’t sure if that was   
 true but he didn’t really wish to find out.  
 The few moments it took to reach the turtles side seemed like an eternity to James but   
 he made it, the Gekos where all watching him as he gulps loudly; while he was sure   
 the Mistress would step in should anything untoward happen he still felt a great deal   
 of fear.  
  
**“Do not fear my apprentices they will not harm you, true a Geko are of more warrior   
 born clans they seldom resort to violence without good reason unlike the tigers; now   
 please choose a colour?”**   
  
 The turtle noted with a quiet soft tone the corners of his mouth turning upwards with a   
 gentle smile, James smiled back feeling somewhat more bolder than before and   
 looked up at the fabrics his eyes running across them one by one.  
 Raising his hand to the black roll he replies.  
  
**“That one please?”**

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

While the experience in the master tailors store had been most eventful it was to pale   
 compared to where he was now, the auction house was a most misleading name for it   
 was vast and took up one the entire streets of the merchant section of the town, such   
 was it size that a large a tunnel was built through the base of the massive structure to   
 allow carriage to continue down the adjoining roads.  
 Reach several stories in height it was a most impressive land mark that had the   
 original architect been permitted his way would have eclipsed the Royal Place in its   
 very shadow, but unfortunately the said architect met with an untimely demise from   
 the poisoned blade of an unseen dagger to the back leaving his work to be finished by   
 his apprentices in a less ambitious way.  
  
 Up on the second level of the vast auction house the Contessa Volkoff watched the   
 centre stage as high quality slaves walked down a runway to show themselves off to   
 prospective buyers, every one having been raised from birth to be a willingly   
 submissive servant to others as had their parents and their parents-parents.  
 James partly laid on his side with his owner draping a leg over him as they lounged   
 upon a chateau chaise, his body leaning against hers.  
 One claw gently caressing his skin as it strokes his torso affectionately, the other   
 holding a flute of fine red wine as she observes the merchandise from her private box,   
 her gaze ran skillfully along each slave with an expert eye, just behind her a lizard   
 dressed in gold and whit silken suit held a set of flags ready to signal any bid the   
 Contessa decided to make.  
  
**“Mnnn fabulous absssolutely, all waysss sssuch firssst class merchandise but then   
 what isss to be expected from a company that holds favour with the royal houssse   
 hold, sssadly even here you humansss are an extremely rare commodity”**   
  
 The Mistress whispers into James’s ear her claw like hand easing lower and lower as   
 it strokes him until it touches his groin, he gulps heavily as she runs her tongue gently   
 along the back of his neck, her eyes widened as she felt his man-hood start to swell   
 his attention suddenly taken up by a dancing slave on the stage.  
 The female weasel moved with a sensuous grace and agility that was captivating a sit   
 was arousing, her hips moved and her body curved in a manner n human no matter   
 how supple could copy.  
 James was quivering slightly as he watched the performance, the Contessa smiled to   
 herself and raised her hand to witch lizard behind her raised his flag making an initial   
 bid, this was soon followed by an number of other flags from other private boxes as it   
 became all to apparent others had an interest in this particular slave as well.  
  
 Volkoff raised her hand again to increase her bid while her cold scalie hand slipped   
 up under her pet’s loin cloth grasping his erect member directly and massaging it   
 firmly, her tempo increasing with more and more intensity every time she voted as the   
 mistress felt a deep thrill run through her.  
 It was no longer about getting a replacement for the feline she had lost but the sheer   
 excitement of the bidding war, it was intoxicating engulfing her senses as sheer bared   
 her clenched needle like teeth as if she was in some hard fought battle.  
 James was gasping deeply as he felt himself trembling and bucking against her fist as   
 the smooth hard scales of her palm slipped back and forth with such vigor he felt as if   
 he was going to pass out from the sheer fury of her sexual actions.  
  
 Again and again the flags where raised though each time in a different configuration   
 and flag types as the bidding continued at a blurring pace, slowly but surely many of   
 the other bidders dropped out of the running unable to keep pace or afford the levels   
 of gold being offered up.  
  
 Until finally Volkoff was the last bidder left and the slave was hers at which point   
 James felt himself being spun around to face his owner as she rolled onto her back   
 dragging her gown up and unceromonsly bringing her pet hard up between her thighs   
 plunging his quivering bulbous tip up though her cloaca with a deep gasp and moan as   
 sheer explosion of emotions and passion over whelmed her.  
 Her claws digging into the skin of his bottom she ground and slammed her hips up   
 against his pelvis sating her needs weather her pet wanted to or not.  
  
 Pushing and pulling his thick tip back and forth through her cold slick passage way   
 she bites down into his shoulder to keep her cries of pleasure from being herd, his   
 bulb shaped head was plunging its way back and forth though the egg chamber of her   
 anthro body that took the place of a mammals womb.  
 It only lasted a few seconds of wild violent motions before a burst of mind blowing   
 ecstasy engulfed her with wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure.  
 The fact he had been unable to release inside of her especially after the previous   
 nights escapades was lost on her as she enjoyed the euphoria of her after glow.  
  
 The lizard behind the chateau chaise kept his face looking forwards used to such out   
 bursts from the aristocrats that used the private viewing box’s, down on the stage the   
 weasel having finished her performance made her back along the runway to be   
 prepared for her new owner.  
 Meanwhile James could feel his mistresses inner muscles convulsing around his entire   
 swollen length bring him off the rest of the way, though there was little in his release   
 as his body was still recovering from Serina’s entertainment followed by the serpent   
 sisters surprise visit previous night.  
  
 Slowly recovering from her sudden frenzied assault upon her pet she looks down a   
 little embarrassed but filled with a sense greatness as if she could take on any thing   
 and come out on top every time.  
 Running her tongue along the crimson marks along his skin she could taste the   
 coppery tang of his blood sending a shiver of delight through her body, after a few   
 moments she eased her claw like hand down slipping his quivering limp member free   
 from with in her.  
  
**“When you have recovered we ssshall go collect my latessst edition to my collection,   
 I look forward to ssseeing her in action with you Jamesss!”**   
  
 The Contessa hissed softly into her human pet’s ear with an emphasis on the word   
 action.

 

 

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

Sitting patiently in one of the basement waiting rooms the dancing slave looked   
 around the chamber, it was well ventilated yet warm at the same time for most part it   
 was a pleasant place with large cushions laid across the ground completely covering   
 the floor with a small round table holding a vase of flowers for decoration while the   
 walls of the circular chamber was draped in tapestries each depicting some great   
 battle or other.  
 Not that the female Weasel cared one bit, she took great pride in being born a slave   
 and not just ant slave but one who was bred from the finest of stock, versed in many   
 forms of entertaining who ever was lucky enough to own her, she hoped her buyer   
 was male as they where the easiest to manipulate using sexual favors and mind games   
 to mess with their mind and sway them into believing or doing what ever she wanted.  
  
 Around her other slaves of differing species and gender sat, knelt and laid in waiting   
 their new masters or Mistresses to collect them, there was an air of elitism about them   
 as they looked down on wild slaves that had been abducted from out side the Scalie   
 empire, they where outsiders and heathens yet to learn the beauty of the great god   
 ‘Tyranus’ .  
  
**“Tanya your owner has arrived!”**   
  
 Came the owner of the grand auction house, the large some what obese lizard noted   
 form the open door way, his rich gold and purple robes sparkling in the lamp light,   
 slowly getting to her paw like feet she walked out shielding her eyes slightly as she   
 walked out into the more brightly lit hall way, it took a few moments for her eyes to   
 focus but she could smell the scent of two individuals one male one female.  
 Her heart began to beat a little faster as she smelt a strange male presence, it wasn’t   
 like any thing she had come across before yet it made her body quiver and tremble as   
 if she was desired to drag the male down and breed with him right then and there but   
 her will power easily over ruled this initial reaction.  
  
 As Tanya’s eyes focused the Weasel felt as if her knees where turning to rubber as she   
 looked at a Human a real live Human and a male one at that, she had hit the jackpot;   
 true it wasn’t a male master who now owned her but she still had the potential to   
 doing the same through this male.  
 Once she had properly seduced him first, then she could control the Mistress through   
 her Pet.  
  
 The Contessa looked over her new property sternly as first impression between slave   
 and mistress was most important, if she came across to soft their would be little fear   
 and respect from female standing before her.  
 She ran her inhuman slit like eyes narrowed as they ran across her chestnut brown fur,   
 the shine from the lamp light was beautiful while the immaculate white of the front   
 fur running from between the Weasels thighs and up under her chin showed the   
 quality of her breeding.  
  
 Tanya felt an edge of concern ripple deep within but kept her body language steady as   
 she maintained a submissive over tone to her scent allowing her new owner to believe   
 they where in charge, besides from the looks of her guards there would be little   
 chance of her survival should the Lizard Mistress take a disliking of her.  
  
**“Come!”**   
  
 Was all the Contessa said with a firm tone to her hiss like voice further more   
 installing a sense of dominance into her new purchase, turning she heads back   
 towards the stair well of stone steps leading upwards towards the main lobby of the   
 great auction house.  
 James winced slightly as he felt the Contessa pull firmly on his lead wincing slightly   
 as he was forced to either walk or be dragged behind her, James chose to former of   
 the two options as the Weasel familiarized herself with the Contessa and the Humans   
 scent.  
  
 Tanya watches the human, enjoying how his buttocks move as he walks; perversed   
 un-whole-some images begin to fill her imagination with every step she takes.  
 After a few minuets they entered the light of day as the sound of other patrons going   
 as about their business in the lobby, James was not fond of the loud voices as each   
 individual spoke louder and louder to be herd over the sound of every one else.   
 The only real consolation was the Mistresses guards making sure no one got to close   
 to barge into or knock any of them about, a couple tried but where rewarded for their   
 obnoxious behavior with a sudden trip to the floor where their haunches broke their   
 fall.  
  
 Shielding his eyes James looked about the streets that had only a short time ago been   
 dark and void of life was now a bustling scean of activity, the contessa’s carriage was   
 waiting for them the driver forewarned of the Mistresses need of his services had   
 swiftly made his way to the front to pick them up.  
  
**“In!”**   
  
 Volkoff hissed, though this was mostly for the Weasel’s ears as a tug on his leash was   
 all that was needed for James to know what was demanded of him, once in the guards   
 closed the door to the carriage and climbed up into place at the front and rear.  
 Inside James was feeling some what on edge almost expecting to feel the Lizard   
 Mistresses Claws gouge into his flesh at any moment.  
  
 He flinches as he feels her cold scaly hand touch his chest making her smirk in   
 amusement, her eyes remaining firmly focused on Tanya.  
  
**“Ssso you have been trained fully in the art of entertainment correct?”**   
  
 Wolof asked to which the Weasel slowly nods respectfully her voice low and humble.  
  
**“Yes mistress!”**   
  
 The cold cruel smile he had seen so many times when she planed some thing   
 unpleasant was slowly forming across his mistress’s muzzle, and the way her claws   
 scraped against his soft silky skin made every fiber in his body go cold with terror.  
  
**“Then take my Pet’sss penisss between your lipsss and pleasssure him with your   
 mouth!”**   
  
 Tanya’s eyes widened slightly but did as she was told not wishing to give a bad first   
 impression to her owner, small paw like hands reach out sliding James silk material   
 away form his groin before easing the foreskin of his poor over used and sore member   
 down over his bulbous head.  
 Her small warm tongue felt moist and soft against his exposed member, in away it   
 was all most soothing sending a tingling sensation through his body as her lips or   
 what passed for them close gradually around his length.  
 The weasel didn’t suckle but slowly eased her head down sliding his along quivering   
 muscle a few inches before easing back again with slow repeated motions, he could   
 feel the saliva coating the end of his man-hood as she works him over with practiced   
 ease.  
  
 Tanya smiled to her self as she performed her give duty, she had seen just how badly   
 abused his reproductive organ was; any lesser skilled individual would have made the   
 unfortunate human scream in agony.  
 It was a test and she knew it.  
  
**“Mnnn doesss it feel good my pet?”**   
  
 The Contessa whispers into James’s ear as the newly acquired slave eased her sleek   
 head back and forth between the mans thighs taking him deeper and deeper with every   
 slow gentle nodding motion of Tanya’s head.  
 James was panting softly in pure delight, it felt so soft and warm; his eyes closed   
 tightly while deep gasps could be herd from his lips.  
 He had forgotten how incredible it felt to have a hot hungry mouth milk him with a   
 slow gentle pace.  
  
**“uhnnnnn!”**  
  
 James managed to moan to soothing sensation of the Weasels tongue as his entire   
 length was easing firmly through her muzzle, his bulbous tip lodged down her throat   
 as she pushes her lips against the very hilt of his member before easing away, it was   
 pure heaven.  
  
 His only regret was he had nothing left in which to reward her with as the pleasure   
 and heat began to build, he wasn’t going to last much longer, James had to admit she   
 was all most on par with Dorothy.  
 Memories began to flood his mind of his Mate and head bobbing mischievously as   
 she did to him what Tanya was doing right then and there, he could see his lover’s   
 eyes looking up at him begging for him to fill her muzzle with his seed.  
  
 This last image proved to much and he tensed up reaching his orgasm surprising even   
 himself when a torrent of virile cream floods into the Weasels mouth and down along   
 the sides of her muzzle, swallowing hard she pants softly for breath before using her   
 tongue to carefully clean him up.  
 The Contessa watched with an approving glint in her cruel eyes.

 

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

The days passed by swiftly for James, most of his time was spent in recovery or to be   
 more precise sleep, he had been pushed beyond his limits and the excellent precision   
 of Tanya’s skills in the art pleasuring had proven just a to much for his poor body to   
 handle, he had blacked out shortly afterwards and took the rest of the day just to   
 arouse him from his unconscious state.  
  
 Now for the last three days he had been awoken only to be fed and bathed that and a   
 wondrous massage by one of the Contessa De’Floar’s servants her paws working   
 wonders on his tense sore muscles.  
 He had not realized just how close to death he had come in regards to exhaustion,   
 some thing that had worried his Mistress greatly since he had cost her a fair deal of   
 gold to acquire.  
 De’Floar had sent her daughters to the family’s country estate suspecting more than   
 being able to prove any real connection to prized slave of her dear friend, the last   
 thing she needed was alienate herself from one of her main allies in the imperial   
 courts.  
 Though she was highly impressed that he had survived both the equine and her   
 daughters all in the same night, such prowess was commendable.  
  
 It was on the sixth day that James’s strength had finally returned to him and he was   
 able to leave his bed and feed as well as bathe himself, he had a promise to keep one   
 to an Otter named Dill.  
 He found her in her usual place during the early hours of the morning floating in the   
 servants communal bath, it had taken him a while to find the way but Vole in a maids   
 uniform had happily lead James.  
  
 Looking across the water his eyes met those sly brown eyes and he shuddered   
 catching his breath with a sudden deep gulp as he eased out of his silken loin cloth   
 and sandals before stepped slowly into the warm water sinking deeper and deeper   
 until the moment he was waist deep; it was only then that Dill came floating over to   
 him adjusting her angle she was standing chest to chest before him her muzzle a mere   
 breaths distance from his lips.  
  
**“Welcome back, I take it your back to full strength?”**   
  
 She asked softly draping her arms over his shoulders in a lazy fashion.  
  
**“Yes, I ..”**  
  
 James started to reply only to have his lips parted by her muzzle as she kissed him   
 slowly yet with an intensity that sent his mind spinning, she was good extremely so;   
 maybe on par to his Mate and that was saying some thing.  
 He could feel her hips pressing firmly against his pelvis as she floats there her thighs   
 either side of his legs gradually pressing and undulating with a clear objective.  
  
**“Mnnnnnnnn humans really do taste good”**   
  
 She whispers softly breaking the kiss, she could feel the unique shape of his human   
 length swelling and hardening against her causing her to run he tongue wolfishly from   
 one side of her muzzle to the other.  
  
**“Thank Y…”**  
  
 He went to say only to be engulfed into kiss once more, he could taste fish though not   
 in an unpleasant way as her small warm tongue slipped down along his while a small   
 paw slipped down between them sliding his foreskin back and aiming his bulbous   
 head between her lower lips, the motion was almost missed by James as she slide up   
 along him brushing her soft wet fur along his smooth warm skin and let gravity pull   
 her down along his tip.  
  
 His cry was muffled by her muzzle as he felt his end stretch and penetrate her   
 entrance, she was so hot and moist inside that he almost unleashed his seed straight   
 away, thankfully she held her self against his body keeping him form going any   
 deeper.  
 Breaking the kiss she allowed him to pant and recover watching the look on his face   
 with pure amusement before pressing down and allowing a few inches to ease in   
 behind his bulb like tip, she shuddered in pure delight at the way he stretched her   
 inner walls with his odd shaped end.  
 Pausing again this time with him half way inside of her though this time not just for   
 his sake but her own as it fell so good she almost climaxed before they even got   
 started.  
  
 After a few moments they both laughed slightly as Dill presses her brow to his while   
 taking a few breaths and pushing her self down a little more feeling him penetrating   
 deeper and deeper until he was against her cervix.  
 Unlike with humans where it could prove painful to be so deep for a fur it was   
 heavenly a blissful sensation of pure sensual pleasure equivalent to that of an   
 erogenous zone.  
  
 James was gasping and panting deeply as his body quivered from the sheer intensity   
 and need to let loose his inner lust, she smiled softly keeping her brow firmly against   
 his for a few seconds longer then with one firm hard thrust she drives down hard, like   
 all the anthro mammals the entrance to her womb was designed to stretch and allow   
 entrance then close up around the male to trap him in place until mating was   
 completed, it allowed for a better chance for impregnation to take plus it felt so good   
 to both parties involved.  
 Some thing she could tell by their combined cries and moans as his bulbous end   
 twitched and jerked inside of her womb.  
  
 Dill felt so hot a sense of euphoria filled her from being fully penetrated like this, he   
 wasn’t hilt deep inside of her but that didn’t matter he was as deep as he was going to   
 go and it felt incredible, nothing else seemed to matter at that moment in time only the   
 sensation was important.  
 Her muzzle parts slowly tenderly against his lips kissing softly while her hips squeeze   
 and grind with slow circular strokes, soft meek whimpers leave her lips as she feels   
 his thick shaft ease back and forth only slightly through her tightly clenching cervix   
 sending ripples of intoxicating pleasure through her senses as she begins to breed with   
 him.  
  
 It was so hot so tight yet soft at the same time, as if she was being molded around his   
 entire man-hood or at least the three quarters that could be accommodated by her,   
 even in her current state of mind she had awareness enough to keep him on the brink   
 but not quite letting him release inside of her yet, no she needed it to last longer   
 wanted to savor this experience to it fullest first.  
 Clenching the Otter’s firm soft rear firmly in his hands he squeezes and kneads her   
 cheeks together driving her even further into her pleasure riddled euphoria, he could   
 feel the sudden sharp jerks of her hips against his pelvis, the inner soft vice like   
 pressure around his member as she sheaths as much as her body will take with every   
 sliding motion of her body against his own.  
  
 Burying her head into his chest she muffles her screams of pure delight and groans of   
 lust as the pressure began to build deep with in her very core to the point where she   
 could no longer hold it back as James began to grind and push his hips into her down   
 ward stroke adding his own presence to sexual encounter between them.  
 It was just too much the final straw, her body grew stiff as her pelvic muscles   
 squeezed and convulsed against his milking him demanding his seed deep inside of   
 her womb.  
 Dill’s climax washed over her with such force and violence she all most blacked out   
 as shrieks over and over against into James’s chest as his thick human organ starts to   
 pulse and blast the thick veil cream her body was demanding.  
  
 James wasn’t sure how long their after glow had lasted or who may have witnessed   
 their coupling but he didn’t care he felt so alive, his body felt so warm and relaxed   
 now holding her against him as her inner muscles spasamed to milk every last drop of   
 his baby making juices from him.

 

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

 

Moving through the shadows keeping herself shrouded amongst the shadows as much   
 as possible Shadow Claw darted from street to street avoiding the patrols of local   
 guard as kept down wind from them as much as she could to avoid detection.  
 This was the main part of the harbor reserved only for reptile and amphibian kind that   
 was unless you where a slave warring a collar and was accompanied by your owner,   
 graceful and fluid her motions wasting as little energy as possible yet moving like a   
 blur she drew up behind the hall of records.  
  
 The structure held copies of the most influential and wealthiest of families through   
 out the Scalie Empire, most harbors and ports as well as cities with in the empire held   
 such documents as it helped the local authorities to turn ignore the illegal activities of   
 those with power and money and those who had none and would be arrested on the   
 spot.  
 It was pretty much the same old corruption but on a more organized with a crookedly   
 honest twist, of course it made acquiring locations for individuals like her much more   
 easier as long as she didn’t get caught.  
  
 Searching the out side for a way in she ignored the window as breaking or cutting it to   
 allow her to unlock it would still leave a suspicious hole that could alert the harbor   
 patrol, same with forcing the door.  
 Contrary to belief the keepers of the law where not as stupid as most might think, just   
 tied down with far to man regulations and paper work for their own good; no she   
 needed to be carefully about this.  
 She smiled as her eyes fell upon the shutters to the building coal shoot, it wouldn’t   
 take much to pry them open and in the dark it would be all to easy to miss any   
 tampering done to them.  
  
 Leaning down by the chute Shadow began to grasp the padlocked bar across the   
 trapdoor leading into the chute, it took some time but gradually the wood began to   
 give way around the bolts that held the locked brace in place until with a slight crunch   
 the trap door pulled open the brace still in place.  
 Easing herself through she let the trap door close back down, then with a deep breath   
 allowed herself to slide down the cute wincing as she hit the coal hard.  
  
 Looking around the dark cellar her feline eyes could see perfectly well as they picked   
 up on what little minuscule particles of light there where allowing her to focus and   
 navigate towards the stone stairs leading up to the ground floor with little trouble what   
 so ever.  
 The steps proved slippery under foot as she made her way to the cellar door which   
 while also locked proved little hindrance to one of her strength, putting her shoulder   
 against the wood the lock pulled free from the door it self with all but a silent   
 cracking sound.  
 Walking into the room she looked around it empty and dark with only chests and   
 shelves containing the kinds of things that would be common found for a scribe   
 amongst which ink and parchment not to mention quills ready to be sharpened to a   
 writing point.  
  
 The next door pretty much gave way like the last one but this time she paused before   
 opening it fully checking the air but the only scents where old, she smiled to her self   
 as she entered into a vast chamber lined desks running the length of the three of the   
  
 four walls, every so often the desks where partitioned off to form cubicles, Shadow   
 had admit to her self the scalies where efficient in their organization, a search of each   
 cubical came up empty of any scrolls or parchment work with what she needed to   
 know.  
 Taking a seat on one the wooden stools her brow frowned as she considered her   
 options, she began to wonder what she missing, she was positive with any doubt the   
 information she needed was there some where….but where.  
 Here eyes widened as she palm slaps her self in the head, the name she was seeking   
 would have to be in a position of power to be able to take part in the black market   
 slave auctions so it wouldn’t be located with in a clerk’s desk.  
  
 Along the forth wall where two more doors one with a name plaque with some name   
 etched into a gold plate and the other that she was sure lead towards public area of the   
 town hall.  
 The detail would be in that office she was sure of it, as before the door held little   
 resistance to the tigress and in seconds she was in, she could see cabinets more than   
 likely holding sensitive information about names and map coordinates of where the   
 names dwelled.  
 Her Scalie Reading skill like her knowledge of their spoken language was not that   
 spectacular but basic enough for what she needed, each of the twenty four cabinet was   
 alphabetically labeled allowing her to swiftly to locate the one holding the family   
 name ending with a ‘V’ ; running a claw along the books before withdrawing  
 the one she needed.  
 Flipping through the pages the tigress skipped to page after page seeking the right   
 name, some held multiple properties and the higher in position they held in noble   
 circles the more pages where allocated.  
  
**“Valkamaru…Ventress..no….no…no…ah Volkoff…..here we are!”**   
  
 Shadow Claw whispers to her self while running her feline eyes down the list there   
 where a fair number of coordinates of properties and businesses in he name but   
 Shadow was looking for a main place of residence as she was sure that would be   
 where she would keep a high price slave like a human.  
  
**“Gotcha!”**   
  
 She growls quietly tapping a set on numbers memorizing them before closing and   
 replacing the book and heading back in to the main chamber where the wall chart like   
 map was, it took her few moments to find The Volkoff Estate but once she had it   
 would be fixed firmly in her brain.  
  
**“Soon…James…soon!”**   
  
 Whispered baring her fangs slightly eager to begin the hunt.

 

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James smiled softly filled with a major sense of well being, the Otter he had made   
 love earlier had felt so incredible, it hadn’t been a struggle to keep up more like a   
 mutual effort just like with his Mate, it was that thought that suddenly dampened his   
 high spirits a little.  
 Dorothy and his children would be born soon, he would miss their birth; miss the   
 chance to hold their tiny bodies in his hands and look upon them as a proud father.  
 This thought bit deeply in his gut, the anthromorphic races chastation period for their   
 young had all so changed becoming similar to that as mankind with some exceptions   
 such as the elephant and whales.  
  
 He was sure it must have been close to nine months now since he and his beloved   
 rabbit mate had discovered she was pregnant, worse was even if managed to escape   
 some how and even more unlikely find away back home the time it would take to do   
 so would be weeks if not longer.  
 James could feel his heart ache greatly as this realization struck hard at him, worse   
 was did they think him dead; would Dorothy pine for him….he hoped not, he hoped  
 She would find some one worthy of raising his little ones as their own.  
 If she did find another and he some how returned what then after all the children   
 would have imprinted upon his replacement as a father figure and not him.  
  
 Shaking his head clear he didn’t even want to think about such thing snow as it was   
 just to depressing, pausing mid stride he looked around wondering just where he   
 abouts he was, James had never been to this part of De’Floar’s manner home.  
 It was different to where he and Mistress had been staying, the walls where coated in   
 bronze snake style scales while gold made up the coving and skirting, it all held an all   
 most organic feel to it especially its round all most tube like architect; something that   
 made him feel most uneasy.   
 There was not one painting or piece of furniture as the corners where smooth and   
 curved at the end of the hallway, there where no windows or sources of light yet the   
 whole area was well lit it left an unsettling feeling deep within him.  
  
 Turning the corner or rather the curve which would have been far better description of   
 it, James found himself in a circular chamber; the floor patter was just like the walls   
 except spiraling inwards though most of his view was blocked by what looked like a   
 statue of a giant snake.  
 He wondered if it was a representation one of the scalie’s deities like his own   
 worshiped ‘Tyranus’ yet some thing was strange about the statue it seems inflate and   
 deflate at the sides slightly even though it looked solid especially with the raven black   
 scales, moving closer mostly driven through curiosity he reaches out running a hand   
 along it’s smooth hard scales then the side of his face as he felt the rising and falling   
 motion.  
  
 He could hear something that suddenly chilled him to the bone, a heartbeat for a   
 second he thought the statute to be alive but soon gave a deep sigh of relief as he   
 shook such thoughts from his mind as he moved further down along the body, he had   
 to admit it was quite realistically carved it even had cloaca just like a rear feral snake   
 would have though many times bigger.  
 James eyes widened as he ran hand along it all most jumping for a second time as the   
 statue seemed to quiver but he put this to his imagination, a smile passing his lips as   
 the cloaca suddenly parts around his hand; had he found a secret panel built into the   
 statue.  
  
 A little wiry he eases his hand in further hearing a deep hissing sound similar to when   
 De’Floars daughters had made when having their way with him but this was louder   
 and more intense.  
 It was strange he could feel a slick cool dampness as he reaches in feeling his whole   
 hand slipping in side all the way to just past his wrist , there was a familiar smell that   
 was not to un-similar to his mistresses when being used to pleasure her.  
  
 Slowly running his hand around the soft spongy inside he felt it contract around his   
 hand almost immobilizing it, he almost cried out expecting some device to remove his   
 hand; figuring it to be some kind of deliberate booby trap to punish those thieves   
 foolish to try and steal from what the stature held.  
 But nothing happened save for more slick convulsing sensation around his wrist, the   
 more he inside the more he began to think it wasn’t some trap but part of the statues   
 purpose.  
  
 The giant snake sculpture was probably some kind of statue of a deity that reposented   
 fertility with an actual working orifice for worships to use in order to offer up praise   
 to their deity, in James mind it made some sense especially with the detailed shape   
 and sticky self lubricating substance.  
 In face the more he felt the soft vice like grasp squeezing and pulling at his hand the   
 more he started to become aroused at the thought of trying this incredible praying   
 device out for himself, with some effort he managed to free his hand gaining another   
 hiss like sound which startled him again for a few moments before easing his loin   
 cloth a side to expose his man-hood in all its glory.  
 Lubricating his semi aroused length with the gel like substance James slowly rubbed   
 his bulbous end against the cloaca feeling the texture send shivers of pure delight, he   
 wasn’t sure but he all most thought he saw stature shudder but he put this out of his   
 mind since stone didn’t normally do that sort of thing.  
  
**“UGHNNNN!”**  
  
 He moans deeply easing himself fin feeling the strange moist sponge like insides   
 contract and grip him firmly as he began to grind himself against the thick snake like   
 section where he was, in moments he was panting deeply as it felt as if the insides   
 where massaging and milking his entire length drawing him in fully with a startling   
 speed and power.  
 He wasn’t sure how such marvelous piece of engineering like this had been possible   
 but he could see how praying like this could be so much fun, hell he could easily   
 become a devout follower at this rate.  
 The deep lust filled hissing sound came again but even louder now as the statue   
 seemed to move now, pushing against him with considerable strength.  
  
**“Ssseemsss my pet has become mossst fond of you human!”**   
  
 Came the Contessa De’Floar’s voice from behind him, it was then a sinking sensation   
 filled him as he finally realized this was no statue, nor was it a living god but a giant   
 snake and he was breeding with it; though it didn’t seem like he was on the menu so   
 far.  
  
**“Seems you mussst have lossst your way, you are mossst lucky normaly my dear pet   
 devoursss any who intrude upon her lair but me; No do not ssstop until you have   
 copulated fully or you risssk angering her!”**   
  
 De’Floar noted firmly as she noticed him try to stop, the coffin shaped head of the   
 giant female snake was withering and shaking form side to side in pure unrelenting   
 pleasure as its body sporting a radius of a good eighty inches began coil and   
 straighten.  
 When the human had first entered she had planed upon eating him that was until the   
 sudden sparks of sensation had hit her causing her to feel pleasure normally reserved   
 for when she was in season and breeding.  
  
**“Keep going human ssshe’sss close now!”**   
  
 The De’Floar whispers as her pet begins to tremble quite physically before going   
 quite stiff its inner muscles baring down firmly around James entire length causing   
 him to grasp hold and press his body against the smooth scales of the giant serpent   
 firing his hot sticky seed deep into the massive females body much to pets delight as   
 well as that of its owner.  
 Leaning against the Snake his chest heaving heavily for breath and his man hood still   
 held fully inside of her he felt the giant long forked tongue flicker out coiling around   
 him sampling his scent to imprint it upon her mind before finally releasing him from   
 within her.  
  
**“You have impresssed me human”**   
  
 De’Floar smiled as she caught the human easily in her arms while her Pet fell into a   
 deep blissful slumber.

 

**                                                                                            -OOO-**

Leading James back by the hand so that he did not wander off and become lost again   
 De’Floar led the human through the maze like corridors into more familiar   
 surrounding, the finely crafted statues an d painting where more in keeping with the   
 expensive persona that most nobles preferred to show.  
 He could feel the hard cold texture of her smooth scaled hand as she slithered along   
 side him, her serpent half easily keeping pace with James; if any thing she was having   
 to move slowly so as not to end up dragging him behind her.  
  
**“Thisss way human, your misstresss is waiting for you”**   
  
 She hisses softly her inhuman snake like eyes looking into his locking his gaze with   
 her own almost mesmerizingly like he was prey to be lured to drop its guard so she   
 might strike with her fangs.  
 After a few moments she allowed him to avert his gaze with a sly smile about her lips   
 as if she had taken some kind of cruel pleasure from dominating him like that, James   
 was just glad he had survived his encounter with the Contessa’s pet though surprised   
 he had managed to satisfy it so soon after having kept his promised to one of   
 De’Floar’s slaves.  
 He couldn’t be sure but he felt as if he had acquired a great amount of stamina since   
 being made a slave, his body felt lighter if not stronger.   
  
 Entering into the guest study he could see his Mistress waiting for him as Tanya   
 danced for her entertainment.  
  
**“I found your wayward pet“**  
  
 De’Floar announced keeping the part about her own pet to herself, raising her claw to   
 stop Tanya, Volkoff smiled to her friend and fellow noble.  
  
**“Sssuch naughty pet dessservesss to be punissshed”**   
  
 Volkoff spoke with a soft tender tone, a stark contrast to her words; De’Floar gives   
 cruel smile before clicking her claw tipped fingers.  
 Swiftly one of the slaves normally unnoticed as they went about their duties in the   
 back ground, dusting polishing and ready to bring food or drink when desired came   
 over dropping to one before the snake woman, he didn’t say any thing rather the   
 brown furred rabbit kept his head bowed in submission to her.  
  
**“Treat the human like a female in heat!”**   
  
 Logan’s eyes widened at this and began to back off watching the rabbit get to his feet   
 and turn to face him, those brown eyes looking firmly into his as the thin silk sheet   
 that covered the male like a toga was pulled free revealing his naked fur coated body.  
 The legamorph’s sheath twitched as it exposed the tapering bulbous tip that curved   
 towards the rabbits body as soon the rest of the shaft began to expose its self   
 hardening swiftly as the girth reached full length.  
 Taking several more steps backwards James turned to run only for the rabbit to be on   
 him in mere moments pushing and pulling him down onto the ground face first   
 against the plush carpet wile the tapering bulb like tip nudged and prodded in its   
 attempt to find the Humans rear opening.  
  
**“Struggling will only make it hurt more!”**  
  
 The Rabbit grunted as he found his mark, the tapering curved tip easily dipping and   
 slipping up into the human’s tight puckered entrance, in fact that part didn’t hurt at all   
 and all most felt pleasant as it barely even stretched him it was when the inhuman tip   
 began to sink in deeper and the head grew wider a stretching James as the rest of the   
 shaft followed suit.  
 In seconds the Rabbit was hilt deep making the human scream out in both sudden   
 shock and pain as he was penetrated with such force so quickly, his mind was   
 spinning as he griped at the carpet beneath him while the male began to eases his hips   
 back drawing out only a few inches before hammering back in with such force a loud   
 slapping sound filled the chamber.  
  
 Again and again with steadily increasing speed the Rabbit continued to force breed   
 with the human that he was holding face down, his pelvis pistoning wildly as the tight   
 hot insides of James’s rear passage way griped tightly around his entire girth driving   
 him crazy.  
 On the chaise longue Volkoff moans deeply as the tip of her claw runs along   
 De’Floars cloaca while the snake woman’s long tapering tail tip began to slip up   
 inside of the Lizard pleasuring her as they both watched the show enjoying the action.  
  
 The Rabbit could hear the sounds they made and smell the scent of their readily   
 flowing juices, it was pushing his mind over the edge to be engulfed by his own   
 sexual frenzy, the rapid sound of his pelvis against James’s tight little rear could be   
 clear herd as the bunnies head leant back jaw open with sheer pleasure.  
 For James though it was a mixed sensation of both unfamiliar ecstasy and all to   
 familiar pain as the arching tip of the legamorphs bulbous end brushed mercilessly   
 against his prostate sending him over the edge as the deep pressure and warmth   
 flowed freely through his body as he was engulfed by an orgasm of momentous   
 proportions soon followed by another and another not that the Rabbit behind him   
 seemed to care a she grunted and let rip with a constant relentless pace, occasionally   
 the humanoid Rabbit would jerk as he poured a spray of warm sticky seed into the   
 humans tightly grasping passage way but even then he would not stop.  
  
 Tanya was kneeling next to the chaise longue her paw rubbing furiously between her   
 inner thighs as her open muzzle drew in rapid deep breaths, it was becoming harder to   
 keep her eyes open let alone focused on what was happening before her as she felt   
 waves of warmth and intense sensation crashing through her.  
 Behind her partly laying, partly sitting Volkoff could feel her friends pushing and   
 moving inside of her as the prehensile tail abused the lizard mistress though it was not   
 all one way as Volkoff’s claw tipped finger was up through De’Floars cloaca now as   
 she skillfully returned the favor to her friend.  
  
 In truth James wasn’t so much being punished as being used as entertainment for the   
 two Contessa’s as they moaned and bucked against each others internal caresses,   
 James’s eyes meanwhile had glazed over as he los all control consciously of his mind   
 as he gave way to the more primal subconscious instincts, his hips pushing back into   
 the deep blurring strokes of the rabbit as he was drilled mercilessly by the male   
 behind him, the curved tip moving swiftly yet firmly against his glands; stimulating   
 them in ways normally a female never could.  
 Though where he of rational mind he would have preferred a female.  
 The rampant Rabbit could feel his now mucky cream splattering out against the   
 humans thighs and his own fur coated pelvis with ever inward stroke, this though only   
 aroused the legamorph even more as he continued to visualize the human before him   
 as a female in season offering her self to him rather than a male.  
 Below James a spot on the plush carpet had started to grew slick and sticky as he   
 climaxed yet again his poor sore rear burning painfully in a strange wondrous way,   
 what little conscious thought his mind possessed wondered if this was what the   
 females he had been with in the past had felt.  
  
 A cry from Tanya signaled her bowing out of the orgy as she came with such force   
 that she was still twitching on the ground completely out cold from her orgasm, this   
 amused the two cold blooded scalies as the continued to wage sexual warfare upon   
 each other; neither willing to give in to the other despite the swiftly mounting pleasure   
 whirling and building deep inside of them both like some typhoon raging out of   
 control.  
 Convulsing violently against each other as tail and serptine body withering and   
 coiling both nobles stiffened and pressed hard against the smooth hard scales of the   
 other as their climax engulfs them both completely.  
  
 This was James’s last sight as he finally succumbed to exhaustion and ecstasy his   
 mind shutting down as oblivion opened up, swallowing him whole giving James   
 sanctuary if only for a while until he awoke once more his eyes slowly focusing to   
 find himself laying over his mistresses bed a silk bag of ice laid between his inner   
 thighs pressing firmly against his sore painful rectum, ever joint and muscle in an don   
 his body felt stiff and heavy.

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