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Here's part 4. Let me know if you want to see a part 5, or if you'd like me to write something specific for you.

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My name is Jeremy Wyren, and I'm being groomed as a concubine.

I had spent two weeks in the hyena stronghold so far, and during most of that time, I was training to be the perfect little slave. To be honest, it was a bit like high school: period one was cooking with Kali, period two was foreign languages with Omari, period three was massage with Lula, and period four was exotic erotica with Talmuo. The only difference was that all the teachers were bipedal animals, I was the only student in the classes, and sometimes one of the staff would try to pull me aside for a quick fuck. All of my “teachers" were slaves as well, so they were reasonably kind to me. After two weeks of slave school, I found it wasn't all that bad, and I actually enjoyed some of the classes.

There was one other new occurrence, and her name was Mamba. Mamba was my personal bodyguard/overseer; she made sure I went where I was supposed to while keeping any horny hyenas off my back. She stood about six foot five and looked like a crocodile, with bumpy green scales, a thick tapered tail, and a long maw full of teeth. She always carried a giant serrated axe, and typically wore a few metal plates held together with leather straps. Most of the time she kept a fair distance away, but she always insisted we sleep in the same room. She didn't snore, thank god, but sometimes I felt like she was eyeing me whenever she thought I was asleep.

I was in the middle of my massage lessons, practicing my technique on Lula. The tall giraffe was stretched out on her stomach on top of a padded stone slab, wearing little more than a short skirt. She was looking back toward me as I kneaded her shoulder blades, trying to iron out the hard knots in her muscles. “Mmmm, just a bit harder… keep it smooth though, don't jab it… ahhh, there you go." Lula was really good at speaking English fluently, a talent she accredited to her past studies of high speech. I could feel her body gradually relaxing as I rubbed and pressed, her muscles loosening with each stress-relieving stroke. She occasionally murmured with pleasure as well, and sometimes she just closed her eyes and let me work when my form didn't need correcting. “You're a natural at this, Jeremy," she purred, her head relaxing onto the pad as I continued to work.

I went on massaging her back for some time, taking the occasional correction or request, until Lula asked me to stop. I was a tad surprised when she rolled herself onto her back, and even more so when she didn't attempt to cover her breasts. They were kind of small compared to the rest of her, small enough that she didn't have much in the way of cleavage, but that didn't stop my dirty brain from fixating on them. A few filthy fantasies flashed in my mind's eye before I corrected my gaze, and it was hard not to look back down to her sparse little tits. “Let's try something new," she said, seemingly unaware of my ogling. “I think it's about time you learned to work on the legs."

She raised one hoof, and I eagerly took hold of it before awaiting instructions. It was right then that I realized I could see straight up her skirt from here, right to her pouting snatch. I only stared for a moment before prying my gaze off her nethers, but the primal part of me took it as a signal to pitch a tent. My eyes clamped down on her hoof as she began to tell me how to massage it. “Start around the heel… actually, start at the ankle. With hooves, there isn't a lot you can do foot-wise, but on a client with paws, you'll want to warm them up by rubbing the pads and toes." I quickly complied, gently massaging the bony joint of her ankle. She didn't seem to enjoy that as much, so I swiftly moved on to her muscular thigh. I quickly found a nice bit of tension along her tendon and started to apply pressure.

“Ah, no so hard," she gasped, “Take it easy around the tendons." As I eased off, she gradually relaxed until she was humming with pleasure once again. While I massaged her, I tried not to think about the invitingly erotic view from between her legs, about ripping off my little loincloth and plunging my throbbing manhood into… oh god, I wanted to screw something so bad. Thanks to my crocodilian nanny, I hadn't gotten any tail from any species for almost two weeks. When I'd been with the slavers, I thought I'd had my fill of fucking, but now that Mamba had stuck me in a dry spell I started missing it. Jacking off into a wooden toilet just wasn't the same as having a warm, furry body pressed against me, of having a wet, slippery pussy wrapped snug around my cock, of- “Jeremy, are you just going to work on the one leg this whole time?"

“Sorry…" I was just too busy thinking about fucking your brains out. I began working on her other thigh, repeating the same strokes as before on her tensed tendons. She muttered a few words of encouragement as my mind started to wander… I bet her prehensile tongue could give one hell of a blowjob. Maybe she licked her own snatch when she got horny, used her lengthy purple licker to fuck herself… that'd be really hot…

“Alright, Jeremy, move up to the thighs." I obeyed without really thinking, and there were about two seconds between my hands moving up and me realizing my fingers were less than a foot away from her vulva. My brain mostly tried to ignore the stiffy poking up my loincloth, but some tiny little voice told me to jump up on the slab with her and mount her like a dog. I wondered what she felt like inside, how tight she was, how big her g-spot was, how wet she'd get, how easily I could slip inside… I was so caught up in my horny daydreams that I only half heard her next command.

“I'm sorry, what was that?" I asked, trying to pay attention.

“I said there's a certain spot I'd like you to focus on." She put her hoof fairly far up the inside of her thigh, indicating a spot a few inches from her… uh… groin. “Take it slow, it's a pretty sensitive area, and I've got quite a bit of tension built up in there." My hands hesitantly obeyed, but before I could reach the spot she'd indicated, Mamba let out a threatening growl. I'd almost forgotten the big croc was there, but now she was glaring at both Lula and me.

“What are you doing?" she rumbled, starting to get up from her resting place against the stone wall. “The boss said no mating!"

Lula quickly spoke up with a scolding demeanor. “Kupumzika, Mamba, ni sukuma tu." She then looked back to me, nodding for me to continue. I watched Mamba grudgingly back down from the corner of my eye as I started working on Lula's thigh. I made sure to be gentle, and after a few moments, she was relaxing onto the pad. There was a lot of tension there, and the more I massaged her, the more her muscles un-tensed. I still couldn't forget the sight of her pussy, though, it was just so anchored in my mind. I looked back up to her face in an attempt to focus on something else, but when I met her eyes I could have sworn she winked at me. I was trying to figure out if I'd imagined it when I heard the distinctive, grating sound of a whetstone sliding across Mamba's axe. I glanced over to see her completely distracted, and when I looked back to Lula, she winked once again. My muddled mind still didn't get what she was hinting at until she pulled up her skirt with one hoof, letting me see that her snatch was lightly glistening with lubrication.

I subtly slipped my hand between her legs, enjoying the sensation of silky labia across my fingers. In between cautious glances at Mamba, I gradually slipped two fingers inside Lula's pussy, making her squirm with delight. She seemed just a tad looser than others I'd been with, but she made up for it with luxurious warmth. After a minute of subtlety fingering her I was able to find her firm little g-spot, and touching that got her fired up. She was making all sorts of muffled moans and murmurs, each causing her vagina to squeeze down on my fingers a bit. After a glance over my shoulder to see that Mamba was still distracted, I put my other hand on Lula's juicy clit, rubbing the soft nub and doubling her pleasure. She was having a hard time keeping quiet with my hands working both her pleasure centers, and each stroke made her squirm on the pad.

It wasn't long before her muscles were all wound up again, longing for release. Her pussy seemed to draw me in with each pulsing contraction, trying to get more of my hand into her. I managed to slip a third finger into her moist snatch, and with half my hand stretching her out, she found it nearly impossible to keep quiet. “Mmmmph… mmmhhmmmph!" I tried to keep her on the brink of orgasm for as long as possible, bringing her to the brink of cumming before slowing down just enough to keep her writhing. She was squeezing around my hand like crazy, her warm vagina pulsing around my fingers. Eventually, I sped up and stopped edging her, and once I did, she let out a long, ecstatic moan into her hoof. Her pussy convulsed around my hand, and her muffled cries got even louder. It didn't last too long, but when I pulled my fingers out of her with a quiet slurping sound, she sat up with a satisfied look on her face. "Well done, Jeremy, that was quite the massage."

I quickly licked her feminine fluid off my fingers like it was chicken grease, then looked over to see Mamba still habitually sharpening her axe. “Hey, Mamba," I called out, “The massage lesson's done, let's get going." The big crocodile looked up from her work, saw me standing with my arms crossed, then grumbled something in the hyena language before standing up. She slung her axe onto her back, stuffed the whetstone back in one of her pockets, then led me out a rickety wooden door into a hall. I got one last glance back at Lula, and in that glance I saw her licking her lips while seductively waving at me.

Mamba led me through a few crumbling hallways and down a spiral staircase to my next “class" which I always thought of as “exotic erotica." We passed through a sizeable cool cellar before reaching an iron door with a viewing slot and a large X carved into the middle. Mamba pulled the thing open with a rusty creaking of hinges, and the two of us stepped inside what looked like a sex dungeon.

A few dim torches barely lit the room, but you could still see various pieces of bondage equipment scattered about. There were stocks, leather cuffs, chains, manacles, rope, gags, blindfolds, and a bunch of weird metal tools that looked at least mildly painful. There was a good chunk of the left wall devoted solely toward handheld stuff, like whips, paddles, canes, anal beads, and a few things I didn't recognize. In the middle of it all stood a meek-looking male hyena, dressed in the standard white robes of his ranking.

“Ah! Jeremy!" I looked over to see my instructor of the hour, Talmuo, pushing a large desk loaded with chemistry stuff. The slim, shifty-looking jackal had on his usual outfit of a brown robe and a bandolier of mysterious vials, and from the look in his eyes, we'd be doing something special today. I really hoped it didn't involve putting me in any of the bondage gear. “You quite bit early! You help me with this? Just… can't… move…" Mamba grunted, crossed the room in a few steps, took hold of the desk and yanked it into position. She then stepped back and took a seat on a lightly-stained pommel-horse-thing.

Talmuo stepped over to the male hyena and whispered something in his ear, something that sounded a little bit intimate and a little bit domineering. The hyena nodded before starting towards the edge of the room, but before he could take a second step Talmuo playfully spanked him on the ass. The jackal chuckled as the hyena's ears folded down, then started sauntering toward me. “Today, Jeremy, you learn art of potions." He put one furred arm around my shoulders and began leading me over to the desk. “First, you make love potion." He suddenly grabbed me by the crotch, reaching up under my loincloth so that his paw was directly on my dick. At that moment I looked into his amber eyes, and I couldn't tell if he wanted to fuck me in the ass or have my dick jackhammering into him. “In small sip, it get you hard down here, even after you cum hard. In big gulp, it make you fuck any hole in sight."

He thankfully let go of my gonads, but when he made his way over to the chemistry desk, I caught him taking a quick sniff from the paw he'd grabbed me with. He pulled some stuff from a drawer and set them out on the desk, then stepped aside to let me see what I'd be working with. There was a black flower, some purple leaves, some dark brown beans, and a bottle of clear fluid. “Here are things you need: black lily, jani-zambarau leaf, hawa nepsu bean, and helfrich." He grabbed a mortar and pestle before sliding it over to me. “Now put lily and bean in bowl, then splash in helfrich."

I followed his orders, placing the bean and the flower in the bowl before pouring in a bit of the clear liquid. The liquid reeked of alcohol, and I quickly realized it was probably just that. “Grind up lily and bean, then put in botol-kaca." His furred digit pointed to a glass bottle resting on what kind of looked like a mini campfire. I completed the next step with ease, grinding up the ingredients into a dark paste and pouring it into the bottle.

Talmuo gave a nod of approval, then reached over and lit the fire with a bit of flint and steel. “Good job, now put leaf and helfrich into botol-kaca. For reference, is two cup of helfrich." I obeyed, and once everything was stewing over the fire Talmuo clapped his hands together eagerly. “Apik banget! Now, potion take time, so I wish to introduce test subject." He gestured toward the hyena, who meekly waved in greeting. “This is Zamida, is first time for him. He ask to come to Talmuo's office, but he nervous, scared of sex toys and like. So, I give him potion, make him more fun." Talmuo moved up beside Zamida, who I guessed was blushing under his fur. He leaned in close to the hyena's ear and whispered something seductive as his paw slid up the hyena's thigh, and right as his hand reached underneath Zamida's skirt he gave him a few soft licks on the cheek. Zamida seemed to like it, but I could tell he wasn't comfortable getting frisky around strangers.

Talmuo spent a while talking about where to find all the ingredients for the potion, the exact amounts you were supposed to use, and what equipment I could use instead of glassware. He actually seemed pretty knowledgeable for a pervert who lived in a bondage dungeon, and I wondered where in this world the hyenas had captured him from. After a few more explanations, he told me the potion was finally ready, so I picked up some tongs and poured the bottle on top of the burner into a jar. The resultant fluid was dark purple, with a few scraps of the purple leaves floating around in it too. It still smelled like booze, but now it had a bit of a salad-y smell mixed in.

“Apik banget, Jeremy, potion looks perfect. Now for real test…" Talmuo picked up the jar and handed it to Zamida. The hyena took a hesitant sip, then after a bit of encouragement took a bigger gulp. It didn't seem to have any immediate effect, and Talmuo set the jar back down on the desk. We all waited, watching intently, wondering what sort of impact would manifest first. I was the first to see the growing hard-on under his robes, and right after that, his pupils started to dilate. He looked toward Talmuo with a predatory gaze, sizing him up and calculating his chances of pinning him down. The jackal met his eyes with pure lust, and I could tell that it was only a matter of time before vigorous and possibly violent intercourse ensued.

“Hey, uh, Talmuo," I murmured, “Is it okay if I head out?"

He turned his head to answer me, which Zamida took as a sign of weakness. The hyena lunged for the jackal, dropping to his knees as he pinned his quarry's legs in place. In another second he had his snout up under Talmuo's robes, causing him to gasp as the hyena got ahold of something tasty. “Yes… ah…" he moaned, “Go… and close door on way out too-oooh…" Mamba took me by the shoulder and lead me out the door, and the last thing I heard from the instructor was, “Sikujua jinsi unavyopenda watoto wanawachea, wewe uzinzi!"

Mamba and I proceeded back up to the first floor of the citadel. Since I had technically finished my lessons, I was free to go wherever as long as my bodyguard was with me. However, I was feeling a need for some self-indulgence, a little release after my two previous classes. “I think I'd like to go lay down," I said to Mamba, “Let's go back to my cell." The big croc nodded, and we swiftly got underway.

We were about halfway there when Mamba did something I'd only heard her do twice before: she asked me a question. “Why are you mammals so into mating?"

The question caught me off guard; she'd told me she was over thirty years old, had she never actually had sex? “I, ah… I guess it's because it feels good, you know."

Her brow warped with confusion. “For both male and female?"

“Well, yeah, if the guy's good in bed."

“And you are good in the bed?"

“I don't want to brag, but… yeah, I guess I am." What was she asking me all this for, was she looking to screw me once we were alone? I tried to imagine myself with her, having her immense bulk of scales and muscle intimately pressed against me, and I just couldn't make it seem romantic. Her giant tail could quickly get in the way of things, I didn't know if she had breasts under that armor, and her mouth had no way of doing anything erotic. Plus, I didn't know what the hell she had between her legs; she could have something tiny that'd barely fit my pinky, or her pussy could be so huge that sex would be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. She could have a featureless hole with no pleasure sensors at all, or maybe some kind of cloaca that was like a vagina, urethra, and butthole all rolled into one.

We made it to my cell without any other lewd questions, and when I stepped into it, I expected her to lock me in and go off on her own business like she usually did. However, this time she locked herself in with me and pulled down the privacy curtain. Something was going down, and I couldn't tell if it scared or aroused me.

Mamba took a seat on her bed, a big, sturdy thing covered by a few sheets. I was about to sit down on my own mattress when she held up one scaly palm, which then turned into a beckoning gesture using one curled claw. I hesitantly stepped in front of her, but immediately recoiled as she grabbed at my loincloth. “What the hell?" I exclaimed, “Are you trying to-" She made another swipe, this time managing to snag my wrist. She yanked me onto her bed, and before I could recover she ripped off my one little bit of clothing. I tried to squirm out of her grip, but she was too damn powerful, and I knew right then she'd get whatever she wanted from me.

“Is it always this short?" I could see she was leering at my groin, and I couldn't tell if she was fascinated, disgusted, or hungry.

“Ah, n-no," I stuttered, “It gets bigger when you stroke it, or when I get horny."

“Hmmm…" Her massive scaled paw reached toward my crotch, and I had to suppress the urge to jerk back when it wrapped around my limp cock. She then began clumsily rubbing it, sliding the smoother scales of her palm up and down the shaft. It was definitely intimidating, but I felt my member stiffening a bit under her touch. “Like this?"

“Uh, a little bit faster…" She picked up the pace, gradually getting into a good up-and-down rhythm. It actually felt pretty good, getting a handjob from a crocodile, with her strong paw squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. My breathing got heavier as I started down the road to a climax, and I found it a tad harder to think clearly. “Yeah, there you go." I groaned, “That's perfect." She watched with fascination as I started to moan, the blissful friction of her paw making me hard as a rock. I closed my eyes, trying to relax as the handjob continued, letting the beefy crocodile take me for a spin.

“So what happens if I keep doing this?" I opened my eyes to see Mamba eagerly staring at me, her usual steely demeanor replaced by playful curiosity.

I had a hard time answering, as she didn't stop jerking me off for a second. “Well… ah… I'll cum…"

“How long does that take?"

“Maybe…mmph…maybe five minutes? It's longer if you… if you edge me…"

Mamba continued to beat my meat for me, speeding up just a bit and putting a tad more focus on the head of my cock. She then seemed to notice my increased pleasure from that and began to focus her rubbing on the tip. Several globs of precum had leaked out by then, lubing up my cock and making her hand glide along my shaft. I was getting close to cumming, and I felt like she could tell; it seemed like she was trying to speed through to the explosive finish. Each fast, firm stroke made me less and less coherent until all I could do was moan, “I'm… I'm gonna… gaaaah!"

Thick, sticky ropes of cum landed on her hand and my abdomen, each coming out in a powerful spurt. She watched with fascination in her eyes as she milked everything my balls had to offer, every drop of warm jizz, letting it coat my groin in a sheen of white. After I motioned for her to stop, she scooped up a bit of my seed with one claw. “It's thicker than I thought," she murmured, “Really warm too." To my surprise, she popped the little dollop of cum into her mouth, her face scrunching in thought. “Tastes like snot."

I looked around for something to clean myself up with and settled on one of Mamba's axe-cleaning rags. My jizz was reasonably easy to clean up, and once I'd gotten it all wiped off, I tossed the cloth aside. “So, is that all you wanted to do?" I asked.

Mamba looked to me with curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “Do you do that to yourself?"

I let out a short chuckle. “All the time, since you won't let me get laid at all."

“And other males, do they do it too?"

“Where I'm from they do. Some females do it too, in fact. Some use toys, like dildos and stuff, others just use their hands."

She put her paw to her chin in concentration. “How do females do it?" She lightly took hold of my now limp member. “They don't have one of these, do they?"

Did she have any sexual experience at all? “No, no, they just rub at their clit or stick their fingers in their vagina." She seemed interested, so I opted to push things a bit further. “Do you want me to show you how?"

Her eyes went wide with excitement. “You could do that?" When I nodded, she feverishly started working at the straps on her waist armor, a combination of a scrap metal kilt and thick leather trousers. The first garment off was the kilt, which clattered loud enough to wake the whole damn citadel. Then came the leather pants, which left only a plain frontal loincloth to preserve her decency. She seemed about ready to lift that too but held back as I reached over and flipped it up.

To my surprise, her snatch looked strangely… human. Granted, she still had scales instead of skin, but the vulva, clit, and everything else seemed to be there. There was also what I assumed to be her butthole down where her tail met her hips, but it looked more like a horizontal slit than a puckered sphincter. She shivered as I gently ran my fingers along her vulva, partly out of arousal and partly something else. “What's wrong," I asked, gently rubbing little circles around her clit. “Never been fingered before?"

“No, not like this. The males of my village always just mounted me, with none of your… creativity."

“Well, that was rude of them." She let out an excited gasp as I slid two fingers inside of her; she was surprisingly warm inside, with softer flesh that felt similar to a mammal. She was tight, too, tighter than I would have expected from someone her size. I gently curled my finger toward her belly, feeling the little bumpy ridges that seemed to line her pussy, enjoying her little shivers and gasps as I explored her nethers. “You know, you can take off all that armor if you'd like. This tends to be a bit more fun when you can touch skin to skin."

“Mmmm… that sounds interesting." She began undoing the various straps on her torso and arms, occasionally stopping to look at what I was doing to her pussy. She was starting to get ever so slightly wet, but as I pulled my fingers out I realized her vaginal fluid seemed far more viscous than I'd come to expect. I noticed that Mamba had stopped taking off her armor and was looking intently at my upraised fingers. She looked a bit worried, and she hesitantly asked, “Is it supposed to do that?"

I put on my best devil-may-care grin as I met her dark brown eyes. “Of course it is, love, it happens whenever a girl gets in the mood." She looked slightly relieved, but that expression quickly turned into a mix of confusion and curiosity as I licked her fluids off my hand. It tasted weird, well, weird for pussy juice, but it wasn't intolerable. My expression remained unfazed, and I seductively asked, “Hey, what would you say to me using my mouth?"

“Wait, use your mouth on my-" I tried to take the initiative by moving my head in between her legs, but she stopped me with one hand to my chest. “That seems… wrong. Like it is unsanitary."

“I know it might seem gross," I replied, “But it feels amazing. Come on, trust me. I won't bite." She hesitantly lowered her guard and spread her thighs, still eyeing me with suspicion. I maneuvered her so that she was lying belly-up on the bed, and I had my mouth lowered between her legs. I gave her a reassuring wink before starting to suckle on her clit, and at that moment all her worries melted away.

In the minute it took me to get into a good rhythm with eating her out, Mamba had gone from apprehensive to loving every second of it. She had her muscular legs crossed behind my neck while her thighs cozily hugged either side of my head. Each little lick and suckle made her push me in a bit more, making sure my tongue got as deep into her pussy as possible. “Oh gods," she moaned, “This is… a-ahhh… amazing. Ooooh… why didn't I try this sooner?" Her juices were flowing like a river, coating my mouth and her scales in a nice, slippery sheen. I could feel her pussy squeezing down as her body shivered, wracked with pleasure she desperately wished she'd known about earlier. “Mmmm… damn, should have done this first day… oh gods, don't stop…"

I could tell I was swiftly pushing her towards orgasm with the way her body was tensing up, how her moans got louder as her legs squeezed me tight. “Some-aah! Something's happening…" she moaned, having a hard time staying coherent with my tongue ravaging her pussy. I knew we were in the final stretch when her muscles seemed to coil up like springs while her eyes rolled back into her head. “Aahhh, aaaahhh, aaaugh!" She let out a cry of orgasmic ecstasy as I sent her tumbling over the edge, followed swiftly by her legs clamping down on my head like a vice. Her claws dug into my hair as well, trying to get me to keep going deeper. I could hardly breathe with her soft, scaly snatch pressed flush to my face, but I kept on licking through her whole orgasmic high. She was moaning like a banshee through the entire thing, and I could swear she made even more of her vagina juice as she came.

When she came down from cumming so hard, she met my eyes with a satisfied look of exhaustion. “Oh gods," she panted, “What was that… that wonderful feeling?"

I got up from between her legs, wiping her viscous feminine fluids off my mouth with the back of my hand. “That, my dear, was an orgasm. I take it you've never had one before?"

“No, but I wish I had." She then sat up, her eyes twinkling with amorous intentions. “Can we do it again? Orgasm, I mean?"

I let out a long sigh. “Maybe later, my jaw's getting kinda tired." I was about to go back to my bed to rest, but then I realized she still hadn't taken off most of her armor. “Could you take the rest of that off?" I asked, “I want to try something a bit less vigorous."

“Of course." She made short work of the remaining straps and buckled before casting her armor to the ground. She was surprisingly beautiful in the nude, with weird perky tits that didn't have any nipples. That didn't stop me from snuggling up against her, though, and the two of us gently laid back onto her bed. “Mmmm… you're so warm…" she cooed, wrapping her thick, scaly arms around me. “Can we just stay like this for a while?"

“Yeah, that'd be nice," I murmured. I rested my head on her smooth chest scales as the big crocodile hugged me like a teddy bear. The two of us laid there for a long time, just listening to each other breathe and enjoying each other's company. Mamba seemed to like having my warm body close to hers, and with my ear to her chest, I found her strong heartbeat strangely comforting. It was the start of a long and happy companionship, one comprised of cuddly moments like this one and savage, animalistic lovemaking.

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