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Seec offered a subtle, but genuine grin. That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

-- My loincloth.

-- Oh. Sure.

Ayyal crouched to one knee, and worked to lift the thick vestment back up to Seec's waist. He had undressed him. As it turned out, the heavy fish scale garment was far easier to detach than to reattach. Ayyal struggled for quite a moment. Seec could have put it back on himself in a flash, but he very pointedly didn't. Somehow, having to undo what he'd done gave him an impression of chastisement, not to mention the bent position he was in. Still, he did sneak a few regretful looks at Seec's splendid nudity before he covered it up.

"There."

At last, he was done. He looked up to Seec's face and saw no approval. The reptile crossed his arms. It'd probably taken too long.

-- Say : "By all means, Seec, move around me freely."

-- Um, yes. Do move about freely. Of course.

Seec stretched. He rolled his powerful muscles, rocked his large head back and forth and to the sides, folded and unfolded his legs, and swung his tail, putting on a full display of his raw might. What a sight that was, too. It burned in Ayyal's retina like radiance from the sun.

The hunter allowed Seec's arms to wrap around him, as they had done earlier when he was dragged underwater. The croc's caresses were measured and forceful. He stroked the entire surface of Ayyal's back multiple times, absorbing warmth with his fresh touch. Ayyal got lost in the prolonged contact. He closed his eyes, and relaxed more and more until he leaned forward, resting against the chiseled greenish torso.

-- Look at me. You're entrusting your life to me. Really. Keep in mind how dangerous that is.

The cat raised his eyes, and meekly tilted his head. He was so frail, he felt utterly overpowered by Seec's resolute pale stare. He shifted his gaze. A large hand clutched the base of his skull, forcing him back under the penetrating look.

"I have an interesting reminiscence of you spitting on me."

-- Uh-

The pressure on his skull increased.

-- I don't want to hear anything I didn't ask for.

That wasn't respectful. Ayyal was a bit wounded, but he remembered that he'd barked the very same order to Seec earlier. He felt guilty and stupid.

"Open up. Tongue out."

The colossal brute hovered directly over his plaything's face. Ayyal bowed to his will despite himself. They were headed into an unwelcome direction.

Seec maintained his cat's head so that his tongue would extend horizontally. The reptile smiled cruelly. He moved his jaw. There was a repulsive gurgling sound and thick, opaque drool slowly oozed between his teeth.

That was too fucking disgusting. Ayyal closed up his mouth, and tried to move his muzzle aside. Dull claws dug in painfully above his nape.

"No, kitty cat. First lesson. You don't get to choose. I decide what happens to you. You receive compliantly."

Ayyal closed his eyes to focus but the pain continued. He endured for a while. He couldn't possibly give in to that, could he?

"What a cute display. I'll tame that rebellion right out of you."

Seec's other hand came in as reinforcement and pulled open Ayyal's lower jaw. There was no point. Seec wasn't about to change his mind. The headache subsided when Ayyal stuck out his tongue again. He could barely believe what was about to take place.

The slobber reformed, and stretched threateningly. This time, Ayyal couldn't retract. The cold dribble landed on his tongue. Ayyal gagged. Seec covered his snout with the large hand that held his jaw, forcing it shut. The foreign liquid had no taste, but it had texture. The viscous puddle spread, and mixed around in Ayyal's mouth. He retched once more. There was only one way he could make that stop. He swallowed.

"There. Was that so hard? We're not even yet, though. Again."

The reptile framed his cat's face with his hands and positioned it appropriately to "receive".

Seec spat three more times after the first. Ayyal ceased resisting during the second occurrence. He ceased retching during the third occurrence.

When the order came in for the fourth time, Ayyal set himself in position: maw agape, tongue stuck out. Croc saliva fell, and covered it. The physicality of it wasn't that bad, actually. Observing himself submit to such dishonor, on the other hand, that made him feel something. It was a warm tension residing somewhere in his guts. Also in his pants.

Seec waited. Ayyal knew what was expected of him. He exhibited his throat clearly, and gulped everything away. He opened up wide as proof. He was rewarded by a brief stroke to the side of his neck that turned into a spirited fistful of his nape.

"Good kitty. You'll learn your place yet."

Seec handled his pet. He walked him around a little. They went through a few bushes to a more secluded area of the oasis, dug into the elevated plateau. It formed a kind of low earthen wall offering a bit more privacy.

"You wouldn't want your cheetah friends or mates to witness your training, would you?"

Seec unhanded his pet with a good push. Ayyal responded to his question with a deliciously thankful shake of his head. Seec circled his prey, vigilant.

"Take your clothes off. Let's see those spots."

The apex predator wallowed in the feline's short breath, as he shyly passed his tribal garb over his head, and dropped it to his paws. Seec wanted to pounce, and take in the touch of that bare chest's short dotted fur, but he repressed this urge. Ayyal wasn't done stripping. Seec understood his reluctance. Ayyal's cock was erect. It was a hard thing to show to someone else. Seec loved that, and so he made no effort to increase Ayyal's ease. Far from it.

"What's wrong? Something you don't want me to see? Drop those short pants or I'll rip them off, and you won't have anything left to put on when I'm done playing with you."

The pet's soft hands fiddled around his waist, deliberately wasting time. When Seec's low growling became audible, he caved in. He pushed his breeches down, freeing his stiff sex which jumped out in full view, bobbing gently.

This was more difficult than Ayyal had imagined. When Seec talked about boundaries, it had sounded easy, technical. Standing exposed before a natural enemy, the cheetah discovered what the reptile had meant about vulnerability and power being real even if one traded them willingly. There was no denying that he stood bare for someone else's pleasure. In the end, the way he felt about it seemed irrelevant. The facts were in. In that moment, he was Seec's bitch. He didn't know what would be done to him, or what he would have to perform. He had no influence over those things either. His social instincts screamed contradicting information. Half of him said that he was defeated; he had to comply pleasingly with the unchallenged force, and resign himself to wherever he would fit in this new power structure. The other half insisted that he contest this fake domination, either by fighting to enforce a more advantageous position for himself, or by escaping. He peeked discretely, and contemplated Seec's authoritative presence. From a deeply buried place in him surfaced the blurred idea that under this powerful reptile was a uniquely advantageous position to occupy. The first half was winning.

The dominating croc extended one clawed finger, and traced along Ayyal's hard cock from the base of his balls to the responsive tip. The feline's short ears flattened backwards in submission.

"That's better, but your obedience leaves to be desired. Get down on all fours."

Ayyal figured his obedience was rather impressive, actually. Getting reprimanded on that when he'd literally just offered his entire body pinched his pride even more. Still, he went down immediately to prove his master wrong. Witnessing his own spineless reaction to the unfair criticism stimulated him further.

"Yes. Obedience alone isn't enough. A well-trained pet obeys quickly and precisely. That'll be your next lesson."

Seec squinted. He adopted a solid stance, rooted into the earth, and crossed his arms disapprovingly.

"Your pose is pathetic. It doesn't tell me anything."

Ayyal's knees were kicked further apart. Then, Seec's toes mercilessly pushed between the cheetah's shoulder blades, forcing his face into the dry dust.

"Muzzle to the ground, on your chin. Flatten yourself. Your kind is supposed to be supple; prove it. Put your hands together in front of your face. Curve. Curve your back."

While he snapped more and more demands, Seec also brought the rectifications into being. Ayyal was kicked and shoved until he was almost completely to the ground, the only thing protruding was his presented butt. A reptilian hand pressed onto his lower back.

"More curve. More."

Ayyal arched himself as much as he possibly could, and then some. His spine began to protest, proving its existence.

"Now, obviously, get your tail out of the way."

He complied, extending his long tail in a gentle curl against his own back. He could feel the white fuzzy tuft at its end tickling his neck. He could also feel the sun on a part of his body that typically didn't. All that stood out of him was his ass, his wide open thighs, and his rigid dick hanging uselessly between them. It was far beyond degrading. Surely then Seec would find nothing to say about his performance.

The croc scratched one of his teeth in silent judgment.

"The posture is tolerable. At least I know what I'm entitled to. Make conscious note of your entire body right now before you move too much. A helpless pet like you, captive to a natural predator, should know better than to disrespect your master's generous efforts to shape you into something that's worth keeping."

Ayyal's eyes rolled in their orbits.

-- Oh, shut up.

Seec did a fairly poor job of maintaining his severe composure. It took him several seconds of quiet to contain his amusement. Even he was aware of how over the top he was going with this. Nevertheless, it was effective. Although Ayyal was convinced Seec posed no direct threat to him, the undisputable truth was that the reptile's words weren't inaccurate. Indeed, Seec could have done whatever he wished with him. A voice inside reminded the hunter that, if he changed his mind, and decided to opt out of the offer, Seec might get genuinely dangerous. He didn't worry that it would happen, but the simple perception that it could made Ayyal's vulnerability all the more convincing. It was an exhilarating thing to play with, to the point where Ayyal found out that he wanted more of it. Calling out Seec's preposterous threatening -- he had, after all, repeatedly promised not to hurt his new friend -- had less to do with annoyance and more with Ayyal's interest as to how he would be punished for the transgression.

Exactly none of that flew over the croc's head. He beamed devilishly.

-- What a dirty, impolite mouth. I'll have to find a better use for it than this arrogant talk.

Seec fell to one knee. He was so close to Ayyal's face that the knee raised dust that choked the cheetah. He coughed. When he got attentive again, Seec's lower-body garment had been dropped, revealing his colossal shaft being aggressively held before Ayyal's muzzle. Its green bulging head filled up Ayyal's entire horizon.

-- Ah. Um, I-

Sooner than he could say anything, Seec grabbed him by the nape and shoved the intimidating organ into his muzzle.

-- Not so smug now, are we?

Ayyal was pretty sure that he looked nothing remotely akin to smug in that moment. The cock snugly fit in his maw. The flavor of moist, enclosed flesh flooded his mind. It shouldn't have been enjoyable. Rationally, he calculated that this musky taste was bad, but it wasn't. It was good. Ayyal would have never imagined that anything could _taste_sexy. He moved around, poking the large intruder, at the base of its glans, with the tip of his tongue, liberating more savor. Ayyal couldn't help himself, and wrapped the squishy, spiny crown of the cock with the whole length of his tongue. A stern yank on his ears obtained a whiny yelp out of him.

"Posture, pet. I didn't allow you to move."

Right. Ayyal tried his best to imprint his back with the desired curve while keeping his legs where they ought to be. It was near impossible while angling his head up to satisfy his master. He pushed himself with his wrists so that he would have the necessary elevation, and the correct pose. He began to quiver almost at once from the effort to maintain the unnatural position.

Seec guided his cat with an iron hand, taking his sweet time. He aimed him with precision, pulling his nape or ears to put him to work on his most sensitive bit. When the waves of pleasure got too intense from his pet's increasingly well disciplined mouth, he dragged him in closer, and busied him on the side of his shaft for a while. Ayyal dutifully licked, kissed and slurped at whatever Seec's adamant grip tasked him with. He fast became especially adept at coiling his lithe, yet raspy tongue around the underside of the reptile's sex, waving it fondly as his upper lip brushed the topside. When Seec favored a change of pace, he moved his pet's snout lower, and made him warm up his balls. Ayyal drew all over them, but Seec could only really concentrate on the subtle whiskers tickling his sac and thighs. Once his arousal stabilized, Seec would bring his cat back to his original place; his docile captive resumed then his efforts to please the inflated bulb of his penis. They went through this cycle again and again.

Ayyal was shaking and panting from the stressful stance and the scorching sun, but his master wouldn't let him break! He supposed it was meant as part of the punishment, and worried that he might not be able to endure it for as long as Seec wished. Astonished, Ayyal realized that he feared the failure of being suitably punished. Somehow, that appeared to be more shameful than anything else. He resolved to carry on for as long as his master saw fit, no matter the discomfort. He centered his attention instead on attending to the voracious cock throbbing impatiently in his mouth.

Seec sighed with tense gratification.

"Now, that's a proper use of that tongue for you. Let's make sure the message sinks in."

Without further warning, Ayyal felt the back of his head pressed. He watched his master's waist thrust toward his face in disbelief, digging his large sex deeper down his throat than he would've assumed possible. He gagged powerfully and persistently, producing the most miserable gurgling sounds he'd ever heard. His hand moved instinctively to clear the obstruction.

"Position!"

Ayyal caught himself, and managed to repress his impulse, returning his hand to the dirt with the other, even as he continued to choke. He closed his eyes in disgrace and helplessness, as he was taught of a new way his body could be exploited. His throat chafed onto the imperious cock.

Seec held the soft head and throat in place with both hands. This forced milking created burning ripples from his privates to his brain. Nonetheless, he observed the situation with great care. Beyond the enjoyment that Ayyal's meticulous defilement provided him, he prepared to withdraw at the slightest hint of his pet reaching the limit of what he was willing to tolerate. The first movement out of position had been a reflex; another one would be a sign. Nothing. Only further defenseless gagging. Ayyal was a robust thing. Even so, Seec knew better than to rely on his own interpretation of the cheetah's body language alone. It had gone on long enough.

The croc pulled out. Ayyal coughed and retched dryly, but he maintained his submissive stance. The efforts to be pleasing to Seec warmed his cold blood.

"That was about ten seconds. I want you to be well tamed, so I'd like to give you twenty more."

Ayyal looked up.

-- Really? he croaked. That was very unpleasant.

Seec smiled reassuringly.

-- You tell me. I won't be angry if you can't take it. You did very well already.

The feline thought about it. That last experience hadn't been anything like the previous ones. It wasn't fun. In fact, it was unfun, at best. On the other hand, that was the punishment that Seec had chosen for him. The idea of suffering the entire arbitrary thing out of sheer surrender to this lethal predator stirred him tremendously. Seec wanted him to engage in this for his own benefit -- not that of Seec -- and Ayyal didn't relish choking painfully. Then again, feeling pleasurable to Seec felt pleasurable. It was so confusing. How could he not know what he wanted?

In the end, something completely unexpected won him over to one side. He thought of something appalling to say. He just had to hear himself say it, even if -- no, especially because -- the price was so high. He had to. Twenty seconds wasn't so long.

-- I deserve it.

It was such a servile thing to utter, so demeaning, that it was Ayyal's turn to be unable keep his composure. The slightest smirk broke his repentant expression. It didn't last. Seec's eyes lit up.

-- You sure do.

Ayyal's captor yanked his muzzle open, and shoved his dick straight down his throat again. The familiar abrasion resumed, and quickly turned into a burn. The cheetah gagged continuously, turning his own distress into recompense for his vindictive master as his involuntary spasms labored the swollen cock. He counted the hellish seconds away until he very soon realized that the agonizing trickle of time worsened his suffering. He drowned in an unsettling mixture of flesh, disgrace, pain and pleasure, simultaneously wishing for it to end early, and relishing the possibility that it might last forever. It was so brutal, so vulgar, Ayyal couldn't defy the intuition that he had been reduced to a serviceable item. His expectations, his feelings, his entire identity was a hollow byproduct of the single, simple function of providing fulfillment to his master's needs. Everything else washed away. This ghastly abandon, contained within the context of Seec's offer, turned into a refreshing sentiment of salvation that Ayyal couldn't explain. In this moment, unequivocally, Ayyal wholly belonged to his master. It was simple and divine. He yearned to serve more and better. He craved his master's satisfaction. In desperation, and despite the pain, he waved back and forth to augment the friction onto the glans, physically imploring the callous cock to seed him with a blast of desire that obliterated the world.

Seec slowly pushed his pet away. Thin threads of saliva and mucous liquids stretched from the open maw and broke, one after the other. The reptile took his sex away. The severe soreness eased up. It was a relief to Ayyal, but he whined subserviently all the same. The incredible state he'd discovered faded as well. Already, he felt prepared to do anything to get it back.

"It sounds like someone's learned their lesson."

Seec gloated. This wasn't merely about the cheetah's tiny pretend insurgence; it was about conquering his early reticence. Seec was right. Ayyal did feel subjugated. He ensured that his posture was still correct, and then nodded with additional mild whines. The almighty reptile responded by scratching under his cat's ears twice. After that, the scaly hand moved on top of the offered bum, reigning. A single finger slid in along the warm crack.

"Isn't it better when you accept your place as my loyal property?"

Ayyal concentrated on the hand completely owning him, trying to take root into Seec's playful words. They didn't appear nearly as ludicrous as they did before.

-- Yes.

-- "Yes?" That doesn't sound devoted.

-- Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. I belong to you. Please make use of me however you desire.

-- Hmm.

The finger began to rub much more enthusiastically.

"Is that what you want?"

This was new too. Ayyal had never played with this part of himself. It'd always seemed taboo and impure; arousing -- mostly in others -- for no other reason than the fact that it was shameful, that it could be used to express power. Yet, Seec's near-massage awakened hot palpitations in his sensitive ring. The longer it kept going, the more his body turned eager to react. Ayyal's sex began to shudder in cadence with the fingering. He moaned discreetly. It occurred to him that his master was still awaiting an answer.

-- Y-yes, sir.

-- In that case, beg.

Ayyal stared up at Seec's unwavering expression.

-- Please, sir, he whispered. Penetrate me.

The croc scoffed.

-- "Penetrate me?" You'll have to do a lot better than this.

The pathetic pet lowered his head for a bit, gathering his resolve.

-- Please, please, sir. Fuck me.

The frustrating reptile brushed off Ayyal's efforts. All the while, he groped his anus mercilessly.

-- "Fuck" is such a generic term. I don't know what it means. Why even bother begging if you're not going to be specific? Use the right term, or are you afraid of words?

The cheetah sighed. Of course, Seec would make this as difficult and demeaning as he possibly could. There was no point in going shy. Ayyal was, after all, naked on his knees, curved at his captor's heels, staring at a cock still wet from his mouth while his ass served as a playground. It was preposterous to have to say such things.

-- Please sodomize me, sir.

Seec gave a perfect grin.

-- And why would I do that?

Ayyal paused, disconcerted.

-- Uh, for fun? Because you want to, remember?

Seec's mask broke. He raised an eyebrow.

-- No, I mean, that's the real reason. Obviously, I was asking for some _other_reason.

-- Oh! Okay. Because I'm your docile bitch, and it would be, uh, good training for me?

Seec grinned. The world revolved again.

-- Now, that sounds sensible. Lie on your back, cat, and spread 'em.

Ayyal did as he was bidden. He was more than happy to leave the strenuous presenting stance he had been taught. He flipped to the side, and onto his elbows. The pet lowered himself flat on his back before the eyes of his reptile. The enthralling sense of being an insignificant object rushed back when he opened his knees to grant his owner access to his most personal parts. Seec appeared obscenely pleased with the offering, like any creature that has obtained what it wants. Or, Ayyal recognized, like he, himself, possibly looked when he was about to kill. He wasn't sure why this disquieting thought had popped up. The reptile stood.

"Good. Now, stay. You seem primed for your final lesson."

Final lesson? That sounded ominous. Undoubtedly, reminding Ayyal of the precariousness of his place was the intention.

"You are going to learn about choices and consequences."

Seec darkly rambled on. He took a few steps away, and searched through a bush.

"When this all began, you made a conscious decision to trust me. There are no two ways to put it: you gambled your life."

Seec worried him on purpose, Ayyal could tell. It still made him anxious. Why was the crocodile suddenly going on about this? Indeed, it was completely in line with everything he'd said about threat, vulnerability and pleasure. It worked wonders, too. Part of the increased anxiety turned into vulnerability, and mixed with the conquered hunter's desire, escalating it. It motivated him to spread ever so slightly wider, and straighten his back to offer a more agreeable sight to his dominator when he'd return. He felt more sexually agitated than ever before. His cock swelled with such intensity that even the unnoticeable caress of the wind threatened to push him into a devastating orgasm. At the same time, the very same knowledge that Seec could turn out to be altogether untrustworthy was scary in an extraordinarily bad way. For the first time since he'd willingly approached the deadly reptile, he felt like he might be in some actual, genuine danger. Maybe. Probably not. But maybe.

"It is a total mystery to me, why you would choose such peril, exciting as it might be. You gave yourself over to a complete stranger, knowing that the conclusion of this decision would be out of your hands."

Seec stood facing away. He'd found what he was looking for, and was doing something with his sex. He persisted in challenging Ayyal's trust in him. He spoke slowly, differently. The cheetah didn't like it anymore.

"So, now, we explore consequences."

Ayyal thought about running away.

-- Seec, you're scaring me.

The reptile looked over his shoulder, abandoning his sinister tone.

-- Too much?

Ayyal breathed out, his fear turning into relief as he received confirmation that Seec had, in fact, been playing the threat aspect.

-- Yes.

-- I'm sorry. You remain completely safe.

The feline gradually relaxed back into his submissive state.

-- What are you doing back there?

-- Oiling up.

-- Of course, you are.

It seemed evident then. Ayyal felt silly.

-- I was trying to build up to something tying punishment and reward. That's why I brought up the risk you took while tonally implying that the consequences could be bad. I was about to mention your generous compliance as a consequence of your eagerness to trust. Then, if I timed it right, immediately before I started, I would've said something like: "This is what good, submissive pets like you deserve!" I thought it was clever because "to deserve" is ambiguous, allowing my statement to emphasize both sexy punishing discomfort and pleasurable reward, two things that you would've experienced in combination together when, you know, I would've reamed your butt.

Ayyal felt awkward, like he'd messed up something neat with unreasonable alarm.

-- Sorry for ruining your stride.

-- Not at all. If anything, it's my fault for being heavy-handed.

Seec walked back to Ayyal. He held a small dark pouch. His sex and his hand glistened, dripping slowly into the dirt. He knelt in front of his pet.

"It makes sense that even implying bad consequences for the act of trusting me necessarily undermines that trust. In retrospect, I think it was in bad taste. I apologize. I meant to evoke the danger inherent to trust, like earlier, and not to make you doubt you were safe."

-- I'm fine. I guess I just needed reassurance. I'm good to go, now. Please. Sir.

Seec got the message. He crackled his knuckles dramatically, and got to work resuscitating the mood.

-- That's great because I love reassuring you. It makes me feel strongly in control, like I have to care for my... What was that you said earlier? It was crude but it sounded amazing.

-- Docile bitch?

Ayyal reflexively twitched his open thighs as he said those words, renewing his effort to serve his purpose.

-- Yes! That. Such a suitable appellation.

A cold, soaking hand wiped Ayyal's ass repeatedly, smearing his short dotted fur up to his balls in translucent oil.

"Besides, in the meantime, I figured out an improved use for that phrase I wanted to say."

Seec, still on his knees, slipped his arms under Ayyal's open haunches. He pulled his pet's cute rump, and let it rest on top of his thighs. With his hand, he led the tip of his cock to poke the slick, tight hole. His cheetah shuddered.

"Is that scary?"

Ayyal, stewing in his own arousal, couldn't deny that it was. This situation felt significant to him. He'd never thought of himself as submissive. He was a predator. He'd never anticipated how closely related his enjoyment of his natural power was to enjoyment of vulnerability. Perhaps they weren't separate at all. He wasn't sure what this meant about him, or even if it bore any meaning.

-- Yes, sir.

-- Good scary?

Getting fucked by another male remained a humiliating notion to Ayyal. If it happened, one way or the other, it would have a permanent effect on him, stretching beyond the context of Seec's proposition. Wouldn't that lower his opinion of himself? At the same time, this interpretation appeared less coherent to him than it did before. If Ayyal accepted this willingly, because it was fun, wasn't he fully respected? Why should that lower his pride? Was submission intrinsically humiliating? And if it wasn't, didn't that take the fun out of it?

Ayyal considered Seec. Seec had shown no hesitation to adopt a pliable attitude, and to admit he liked it. Ayyal didn't think less of him for that, nor did it seem to lessen his ability to dominate in turn. Ayyal decided he was overthinking this. Fuck this line of thought. He wanted this. He was going to have it.

-- Yes, sir. Please make me yours.

Ayyal's open legs were pushed even further open until it stung. He felt completely locked into his master's possessive grasp. The wet glans pressed itself more fiercely into his eager flesh. His anus stretched, reluctantly surrendering to the victorious cock.

-- This shouldn't hurt a lot. It should hurt just enough to teach you that lesson.

Seec slid in him, occupying more and more space. Ayyal moaned. This presence was strange; this feeling, foreign. The large object stuffed itself up his butt, and nothing about it seemed natural or expected. Curiously, it was his immobilized legs and ass, completely restrained by his master's raw strength, that drove him crazy with lust. Trapped in this living cage of scales and muscles, he suffered the fate imposed onto him, condemned to feel, to live out his function as a sex toy even as it was made tangible before all of his roused senses.

Seec waved his hips gently, making his presence manifest. He provoked slight protestations in his captive's bum as it futilely clenched.

"Aren't you thankful that you're allowed to service me?"

To illustrate, Seec withdrew half his length, and immediately pushed back in, working Ayyal's ass, creating a noticeable amount of discomfort.

"Look at me."

The defenseless cheetah lifted his head, and gazed back at his master. What he was asked for was so degrading; he couldn't help but give away every submissive social cue. Docile expression, whiny tone, flat ears, droopy muzzle, everything was there to reinforce Seec's superiority.

-- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Some ancient instinct told Ayyal to use his long and strong tail, so he wrapped it tightly around his reptile's waist. Seec was surprised, but clearly not displeased.

-- Good pet. I knew this rebel in you would be promptly tamed and leashed.

Ayyal cringed a little.

-- Ugh. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Seec laughed.

-- That one turned out tougher to swallow didn't it?

Of course, Seec had noticed. Ayyal conceded with a defeated smile.

-- Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

The massive croc had begun to swing his hips more energetically. His groin beat Ayyal's buttocks with calm thumps. Though he recognized that his master was deliberately gentle, Ayyal was being labored hard. Enduring this made him feel delectably owned, however, so it was worth it. He let out a plaintive yelp to underscore his obedience. Seec squinted, immediately inspired, with a cruel smirk that the cheetah was starting to know pretty well. Something was about to happen, and it sent a shiver through Ayyal's hard sex.

-- You know, you're being so well-behaved, so servile for me, that it makes me want to show you something.

Ayyal said nothing. He braced for whatever was coming. Seec released one of his legs, and ran his hand up to Ayyal's belly, right alongside his patient, upright sex.

"Weak captured pets like you should be punished and trained, as I'm sure you agree."

The cheetah ventured a tentative response.

-- I... guess so, sir.

-- Of course. By now, you understand why. Nonetheless, understanding isn't enough, is it? You should know.

Seec, with plain movements, stroked Ayyal's shaft. Aroused as the hunter was, direct stimulation felt otherworldly. He gasped and squirmed, grinding his lower body into Seec's unflinching hold, and even his back against the dirt. Every physical contact seemed enrapturing. The scaly hand probed cautiously around the head of his cock. Seec was noticeably careful not finish him off yet. The intensity made it challenging to articulate.

-- Kn-know, wha-what?

The reptile showed his teeth, curving over his prey. He moved the cheetah's rump, changing the angle of his shaft inside Ayyal, extracting additional squeals.

-- The reward for weakness.

And then, Seec pushed. Something happened down there. A distinct current of sensation ran briefly from Ayyal's worked bum to his cock, like an early tremor to an earthquake. He cried out.

-- Ah! Whoa!

-- Oh, so you felt that, didn't you? Well...

Seec relieved a bit of pressure, and then shoved his large dick once more in the exact same spot. The flood of boiling sexual ecstasy washed from bottom to top. It filled Ayyal, and escaped into an irrepressible scream. His muscles tensed up. His tail wrapped the croc tighter. His clawed hands dug into the hard, dry dirt.

-- What? What are y-

Ayyal didn't get to finish his sentence, or form any further coherent thoughts. A third, harder thrust exploded in brutal, blazing pleasure.

Seec laughed near maniacally from the excess of fun.

-- This is what good, submissive pets like you deserve!

Seec had suddenly forgotten all about any notion of gentleness. He pounded the squealing feline with dynamic cadence. Ayyal couldn't latch onto any concrete moment. Unthinkable bliss swirled with pain in an undistinguishable chaos of life. He could center on one thing and one thing only: the unleashed physicality. No worries or desires could outdo these waves of manifest delight being rammed into him.

Seec went all-in. He knew it wouldn't last, but he didn't want to hold back any longer. Ayyal had been perfect. Holding his hot, soft body in his hands, into his lap, it maddened him. Even his mere sight, as he lay back and displayed, welcoming Seec's control, was too much. Seec grunted as he thrust repeatedly. He was strained more by the lustful tension than the actual necessary force, which was low. Still, exquisite exhaustion threatened to loosen his grasp. He grinned, and redoubled his efforts. He couldn't let go of his pet. They weren't done yet. He bent lower and lower over the cheetah, opened his jaws, and rested them around his prey's neck. He was close, so close, and Ayyal was so completely his. He tried to impress the shape, weight and texture of Ayyal' entwined body forever in his memory. It was so beautiful, it was better than poetry, and Seec fucking loved poetry.

Ayyal's rigid penis dutifully received Seec's persistent massage. Out of the blue, he sensed Seec's teeth on his throat for the second time that day; he tilted his head back to offer it away. Ayyal knew that the end was nigh. This pleasure wasn't escapable or stoppable anymore. It built higher and higher, rising with every smack of his master's waist against his ass, every push into his rectum, every merciless squeeze of his cock, but also every heavy breath of his reptile, every shudder of his own shoulders in the dirt, and every sliver of a moment Seec's other hand remained firmly holding his haunch. Ayyal reached flawless unity.

-- Haaaa! Haa-haaaaaa!

He shook into his master's full-bodied hold, ejaculating powerfully. The unbearable orgasm lost no intensity. It burned. Seec growled with effort when, in turn, he reached climax, and reamed Ayyal's butt with a few slower, stronger pushes. Each of those resulted in further spurts of semen from the helpless feline, smearing both his, and Seec's tightly mingling torsos. The fiery tempest persisted, wracking Ayyal's body, provoking incessant eruptions of his cock. It discharged more and more liquid until it couldn't. Only then, finally, did the flame diminish. Ayyal managed to breathe again. Seec pushed with less and less volition as well. They stopped.

Intertwined in a hot, panting knot, they cuddled in the dust, filthy and tired. Seec released the captive throat, and rested his wide head alongside Ayyal's muzzle. He left his deflating sex comfortably embedded in Ayyal's butt. The cheetah wrapped his arms around the scaly back, and clutched. His legs also found their way around the reptile's. The sun cooked both of them, but neither moved. Ayyal felt sated and happy. However, the departure of his arousal gave space for some inconvenient pains and worries. After a while, Seec grabbed the cheetah's shoulders, and rolled the both them to their sides and then on his back so Ayyal would be on top. With one hand he caressed the short, dusty fur from Ayyal's buttocks to his ribs; with the other, he pat his ears and muzzle, eventually tracing a finger along the thin black streaks running from his eyes to his chin. Ayyal responded to the attention with an affectionate lick to the side of the croc's huge maw.

For some reason, the feline hesitated to speak first. Seec remained silent, so he had no choice.

"Is it over?"

-- Yeah.

Seec kept petting his friend.

-- I still feel lowered.

-- That can occur. Give yourself some time. It'll wear off.

-- How do you know these things?

Seec smiled.

-- Crocs tend to be kinky. I'm hopelessly average for my kind.

Ayyal strongly doubted that he was.

-- I thought you guys were loners.

-- Sure, but we visit each other's ponds from time to time. We have occasional gatherings too. What about you? Do cheetahs usually live in groups?

-- Often, but not always. Males form coalitions when they can.

-- Do you have one?

-- No. I used to live with my sisters.

Ayyal seemed uncomfortable. He rolled off of the reptile, and lay on his back next to him.

-- What happened?

-- Nothing. They both struck out on their own. That's our way.

Seec flipped to his side, and rested on his elbow.

-- Do you miss them?

-- Of course. I'm not worried, though. They are great hunters. I did fairly well myself until this damned drought.

-- I see.

There was a minute of pause.

The reptile crawled forward, and put his head on the cheetah's belly.

"You must have a cute roar."

-- I don't roar. I'm not a lion.

Seec looked visibly disappointed.

"I could make some other neat sounds."

-- Like what?

-- Listen.

Ayyal curled up around Seec's head, and held it with both arms. The reptile sensed the deep rumbling before he heard it.

-- Oh, my.

With every breath of the feline, soothing thunder rolled calmly like a far away storm passing by at sundown. Even under the harsh sun, this sound was almost as refreshing as light rain. Seec had never heard anything comparable to this tender and potent purr. It was the echo of happiness. The sound ceased. Ayyal tilted his head waiting for a reaction. Without that sound, the world became coarse and empty again.

"This is..."

Ayyal chuckled at Seec's loss for words.

"This is the most -- this is wonderful. And I don't throw that term around. Do it again."

Ayyal wore a playful, taunting mask.

-- Maybe later, if you're good.

Seec grinned, displaying his sharp teeth.

Warm wind blew upon scales and fur.

The pair kept each other company, yet alone in their oasis, enjoying this moment in time that was theirs. Elsewhere, the eternal battle for survival raged on within the Island.