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Shadi was allowed to sleep late that fateful morning. She took her small pewter plate of breakfast back to her secluded corner and ate quickly, stuffing the meagre supply of contraceptive herbs she had stashed like her life depended on it, even if what good it would do was dubious. They'd deliberately withheld them from her this morning, under strict orders from Mistress herself.

There would be none in her future, nor was she sure how she could acquire more, now that her own supply had been exhausted. She ate the scraps of bread and thin, flour gravy quickly, and curled herself back up beneath her hessian sacks, listening to the soft dripping of water somewhere deeper in the caves as it echoed off the rough stone walls.

Plonk...one...plonk...two...plonk...three...

She'd counted past six hundred by the time anyone did come for her. Her escorts were guards from the upper levels, wearing gold-gilded ceremonial armour with the castle Lord's crest emblazoned upon their hauberks. They asked for her by name and hauled the naked feline upright, clipping a thin gold chain to a slave loop on the edge of her collar like one on the leash of a pet.

Or harness livestock... Shadi mused as she was led by gentle tugs upon the leash to the stairs, several guards shooting her looks of lust and hunger as she passed. Palace guards themselves rarely came down here except to fetch breeders for their Lords, and that made her instantly more desirable to the common guards and workers.

She covered her breasts with her arms as she walked, swishing her tail around to her front to try and retain some level of modesty, her nose pinking under the gazes she was getting. The castle was busy this morning, and servants, slaves, guards and staff alike were hustling to make preparations. She was led past the corridor that went to the dancing practice hall, and up more flights of stairs to parts unknown.

She'd been here only twice before, but both times via the servant's corridors between the walls to act as a 'surprise gift' for some important visitor before she was tethered by a chain to their bed to await her influential rapist's return. They'd fucked her, gotten drunk, fucked her again, and then fallen asleep. A guard would then come to take her back to the pens in the night.

She walked through unfamiliar corridors and passed strings of banners and tapestries bearing heraldic crests from distant regions, but she only recognized one or two through the entire corridor. They must have taken a turn somewhere she missed, because chilly air suddenly assaulted her as they entered a new hallway, one wall extending off into the distance lined entirely with open windows, giving a spectacular panoramic view of the mountains and the rest of the castle below.

How high up were they?! She looked down upon the rooftops of the rest of the castle as if from an eagle's vantage, her jaw dropping at the sheer scale of it from here.

"Wait here." The guard ordered, quickly linking her leash to a subtly concealed hook on the wall as he knocked on a section of wall, before stepping back, waiting.

Well, it wasn't like she had much choice in the matter...

From here, she thought she recognized the view from the dancing hall, but that would mean the thin lines in the castle far, far below were the window's she'd looked out of... but that couldn't be right, could it? Even the massive airships seemed tiny and distant from here. No place could possibly be that large, could it?

The sheer scale dwarfed everything around it, like the peak of the mountain had simply jutted up another five hundred feet with brickwork and shingled roofs. Snowdrifts had formed on some of the higher spines and battlements.

"Enter." Called Mistress's voice, and Shadi waited patiently while the guard undid her leash and all but pushed her through the section of the wall that had swung inwards to open into a well lit, wood-panelled chamber. Mistress was waiting with a few of the more common guards, and a trio of silver collared slave girls, one of whom's belly jutted forward with the obvious proof of her fertility.

The door snapped shut behind her, and Shadi was left alone as the guards pushed her down into a seat in front of a mirrored wall, and Shadi got the first good look at herself that wasn't from a reflection in a pond.

Her mismatched eyes held as much lustre as ever, but heterochromia was common among felines. Green and brown irises like emerald and topaz looked back at her. Her hair was at least neat, but the last few days had left her fur matted in places, and a thin coat of dust from her sleeping arrangements had added a matte grey-brown sheen to her pelt.

The three slave girls hurried over, and with a collection of scissors, combs, brushes, and a thick, soapy later of some sort, they began preparing her for the task ahead. She winced as lengths of her hair were cut back to just below her shoulders, and hissed whenever a comb forcibly yanked a clump of matted fur free.

All the while, Mistress just watched impassively, tapping her foot impatiently. Shadi tried to keep her focus elsewhere, naked and under the scrutiny of no less than six sets of eyes in the room. They all knew what she was being prepared for, like a pretty little offering of flesh to appease their Lord's lusts.

A vial of something sweet-smelling and deep red was thrust towards her mouth, and Shadi reflexively turned away, frowning. What-

"It's a fertility tonic to induce heat in felines. They give it to all the breeding whores. Now drink, or I'll force it down your throat." Mistress gave a warning growl, but Shadi pushed away, trying to do anything but drink that!

"Hold her." She growled, and Shadi felt gauntleted paws grabbing at her. She struggled, knocking over the seat in the process and sending the girls scurrying away while the guards forced her to the floor.

"No! Plea-mph!" Shadi cried out as her cheeks were pushed in, and her nostrils blocked. The almost sickly sweet, syrup like tonic poured into her forcibly opened lips, a thick taste like cherry coating her tongue. They pinned her nostrils shut between grasping fingers and covered her mouth before she could spit, choking her air to force her to swallow it.

It wasn't even that it tasted bad. Perhaps that was the most insidious part as she held it on her tongue, stubbornly refusing to swallow. It was that the taste disguised its malicious purpose, a drug concocted to aid in breeding her kind out of existence, by making them more receptive to their captors' advances.

To her credit, she lasted almost two minutes and had nearly started turning blue when she finally broke, her throat rippling before they released her and allowed her to gasp for air.

"Told you she would swallow. I'm yet to see one faint before they did." One of the guards chuckled almost maliciously. Shadi backed into a corner of the room, wheezing as she tried to scrape the taste from her tongue.

"Maybe later, we'll come back for her. Doubt she'll be so stubborn then..."

"Enough. Out, all of you. We'll return with your clothes for the performance later." Misstress barked her orders, and once more Shadi listened to the rattling as her leash was looped into another hook on the wall, and fastened with a padlock. One of the guards pocketed the key, walking from the room.

"Be ready when we return. No rehearsals this time."

The door slammed shut, leaving Shadi alone in the room to sob quietly as whatever they had given her took its time to work its twisted purpose on her body...

The drug evidently didn't take much to do just that. Within just a few minutes, she felt a warm flush creeping through her body, slow and twisting, as if the sweet syrup itself were slithering through her veins like poison. To her, it may as well have been. She felt the effects slowly.

A twitch in her belly. A quivering to her nerves. The faint tickles of pleasure as her body warmed into season and was forced into a lingering heat. She whimpered, tucking her legs against her chest as she curled her tail around herself protectively like the gesture could keep her safe from her bodies manipulated instinct to breed.

A frustrated whine escaped her after almost an hour, left to let the vile concoction do its work as she reached between her thighs, her fingers coming away from her sex with smears of her forced lust clinging to her paws. She knew the herbs would do no good against this. They were supposed to suppress a females heat. The potion was designed to force it and was far more potent than the natural remedy.

She fought the urge to touch herself, but after another hour, the smoulder had turned into an inferno, and she could feel herself panting with need. Nothing in the room had changed, but it felt almost unbearably warm now.

She groaned, and let out a frustrated scowl, cursing her captors in three separate dialects for the torment they forced upon her. She spread her thighs and grabbed one leg for support, before she curled around herself, putting her feline flexibility to good use as her sandpapery tongue brushed over her swollen and puffy sex lips.

The moan wasn't contained, nor did she make any efforts to restrain herself. She'd heard nothing from outside, and had been able to hear nothing when she was in the corridor either, and thus determined that these chambers were proofed against eavesdroppers.

She groaned as her tongue brushed over her sex again, shifting so she could get into a more comfortable position to eat herself out. The sharp spikes of pleasure just seemed to make the burning from the induced heat even worse though, like each lap was two steps backwards for every brief moment of respite. She'd had heard before, so it wasn't as if she were unfamiliar with how they went, but this one had been forced, and it felt like the entire week-long ordeal had been boiled down to strike her in a matter of minutes!

Instinctively and by her taste alone, she knew her body was fertile and ripe, her womb twitching and the muscles of her passage quivering as her body made more slick nectar to prime herself for breeding she didn't want, but her body was insistent it needed. Every stroke of her tongue, every raspy moan, even the burning warmth in her nose and her cheeks only served to remind her she'd been brought here for a single purpose, a single role that her captors were determined she would fill.

To aid in breeding her own species out of existence. She'd be lucky if by the end of the day she wasn't carrying a whole litter of canine bastards. She clenched her eyes shut at the humiliating and defeatist thoughts, her nose flushed pink as she kept licking her sex, broad swipes of her rough, oral muscle making her quiver.

It did nothing to alleviate the lust, the desire she felt in her core, even as her body tensed a heartbeat before she collapsed back on the floor, shoving two fingers into her spasming, traitorous cunt to finger herself roughly through her climax. She clenched her eyes shut and squealed, moaning into her tail before the pleasure broke, replaced by a lingering inferno that refused to subside. Panting as she fell back to the floor, she whined, her body still twitching in the afterglow of her quick, self-induced climax.

That was how they found her when Mistress and the other slaves and guards returned a half an hour later, curled up on the floor, reeling of heat and lust. The guards had to visibly adjust themselves.

They had brought Shadi's outfit for the night, and it was time for her to get ready for her performance. A fancy dress of gold they could tear off of her to rape her. But she would not break. It would do her no good to falter now. She bit back her tears and her humiliation as the servant girls adorned her tail with baubles and bells to jingle and ring softly as she moved. She didn't complain as they braided her hair back, pinning it with a gold hair clip studded with diamonds that was likely as much a war trophy as she was.

They scented her body with fine perfumes of vanilla and made sure everything sat perfectly, the long, frilly sleeves of the dress coming to her wrists. Mistress prowled around her, tutting and snapping adjustments, determined to make certain her show went off without a hitch.

Shadi just stood and accepted her fate, turning or bending when she was instructed. The dress was fine, glimmering with more gems than she'd seen in her life to that point. No doubt someone had spent many hours working on it once they had taken her sizes on the first day, just so that it could be torn off her in a public display of savagery. They were probably honoured to have made it as well. The sash around her waist was a royal blue, and contrasted the gold as well as one could expect, the silk-like material having several small, subtle stitch lines where it could be torn through easily. After all, nothing would ruin the performance like her clothes not coming off.

There was a quiet knock at the door outside, and Mistress turned, the greyhound's irritation at being interrupted plainly visible on her features.

"What? See who's there." She hissed at one of the guards, who opened the door a crack. There were some quiet words exchanged that Shadi couldn't make out over the sound of the slave girls fussing around here, but a moment later when the door opened, she was pleasantly surprised.

Marcosi stood in the doorway and gave a slight bow as he was admitted.

"Lord Ranthor sends his regards, Mistress. He has sent a gift for your dancer for her performance tonight, and would be honoured if you permitted her to wear it." His words flowed like silk, and at the sight of him, Shadi felt her loins throb with the induced desire to breed. She blushed and instead busied herself observing her feet as her claws were painted with a thin sheen of gold.

"Your master is too kind..." Mistress growled, barely containing her desire to shout the lynx from the room. Instead, with a forced gesture, she motioned to Shadi.

"Come here, girl."

Shadi nodded and stepped closer. Marcosi smiled, and leaned in close to her, lifting her right paw in his own, covering her dainty hands with his much heavier furred ones. For a moment, her entire paw to the wrist disappeared between hers, and she felt something closing around her wrist, along with something else being neatly hidden in the concealing folds of the sleeve.

"Fear not. It is a gift from my Master. He eagerly expects your performance tonight, though I expect that is not all he will expect to see of you... I sadly, will not be there. He has other... duties for me during the performance. The dance though... It is liberating, yes? For those who take their chance, at least. Good luck tonight." The Lynx gave an almost sad smile, his eyes flashing as if he knew they would not see each other again. The small bracelet he had clipped around her wrist glimmered with gold, made into the shape of an eagle with its wings wrapping around her arm.

She looked up as if to say something, but the Lynx was already being ushered from the room. Quietly, she bowed her head again, and let the girls get on with their preparation, the tiniest hint of a grin finding its way into the corners of her muzzle.

She didn't utter a word for the rest of the time that mistress was with her. When her captors were satisfied with her appearance, she was led from the quiet little chamber by the collar, and taken through the maze of corridors to a sitting lounge to await her captors Beck and call to be raped for their amusement.

One, two, three...

Shadi counted the hours as they passed, pacing back and forth along the smooth, polished floor as much as the gold chain clipping her to a hoop on the wall would allow. These rooms, just off the main hall, were often used for the pleasure slaves, outfitted with either a chaise or a bed for visiting dignitaries and guests of note to expend their energy or relax after negotiations. This one was kept almost entirely bare save for a plain wooden chair that Shadi hadn't sat in since she'd been placed in the room.

She just paced back and forth, counting out her steps like the passage of time while she nursed the weight in the sleeve of her dress, going through the various steps of the dance to try and find her best opportunity for the gift's use.

It was a pretty thing, with a five-inch blade and a rich, jewel-studded grip. Someone had paid a handsome price for the dagger's construction, but that just raised more questions in Shadi's mind. Was it a gift from Marcosi's master, or was it a gift from him? Surely someone would have noticed such a fine blade's disappearance, and she doubted there would be too many people on a list of lords who could afford such an extravagant trinket.

It had fit into her paw neatly, feeling like the old blades she had used for hunting what felt like a lifetime ago. She had learned the traditions of the court of course, but her father had insisted upon her also indulging the more practical studies of her guards, and her brothers had been more than eager to teach her the ways of the knife and bow.

Like being reunited with an old friend, she had made a quick series of thrusts, twists and parries before hiding the blade away, remembering herself and just where she was. If she was caught with a blade, let alone a weapon of any sort, her head would end up on a wall somewhere, or she'd be gryphon food before the night was out.

Well... That was pretty much a certainty at this point. She could envision very few scenarios where having a knife didn't end in her untimely demise, but at least it would be freedom from her torment. She would be damned before that brute of a dire wolf laid a single paw upon her again. At least she could make sure he wouldn't be around to enjoy his freedom, and it would be a kinder fate for her than ending up with some canine bastard in her belly after tonight.

Perhaps that was true freedom. For once in her entire time as a captive, her fate had been thrust back into her paws. She was determined to make something of the opportunity. She slipped the knife back into her sleeve, making sure with a movement, she could slide it out again and into her palm. It would all be over faster than the eye could follow. She hadn't forgotten any of what her brothers had taught her.

Under the armpit, or between the ribs. Thrust, twist, withdraw. Repeat until they stopped moving, or you could break away. Within grabbing distance wasn't typically where you wanted to be in any fight, and she'd learned that the hard way with her brothers.

When they finally did come for her, it was unceremonious. She'd briefly been startled when the door rattled, and a heavy lock inside the disguised wall clacked open. The elaborately armoured guards with their plumed helmets pulled her upright and undid her chain, before marching her out into the torchlit hall.

There was a hum of energy through the crowd as she entered, a palpable air of excitement and hush that settled on those gathered. She could feel and see the eyes upon her behind the torches that ringed the dancefloor, those she could make out very few. Mistress was one whom she noticed, sitting beside the most elaborate throne she'd ever set eyes upon. The greyhound was gesturing to her while whispering into the ear of the largest canine she'd ever set eyes upon.

By his stature and his dress alone, she correctly guessed him as the highest among the Lord's present. His paws rested upon the golden gilded arms of the seat, one clasping the handle of a wooden drinking flask, the other rapping on the rest slowly, drumming his fingers as if impatient. Burnished golden eyes, like molten metal, fixed her in place for just a moment as his gaze caught her, and without hesitation, she bowed low, doing her best to placate those eyes that had burned entire villages to get where they were.

The wolf snorted and turned back to his conversation, unwilling to give a mere slave the courtesy of being addressed. But as she rose, she sensed another set of eyes upon her and looked about as she took her place centre stage, her tail twitching with anticipation and nervous energy. She counted to steady herself as she scanned what of the crowd she could see behind the lit torches.

One two three, one two three, one two -There!

He was sitting to one side, far down the Lord's table, which told her he was not a lord himself. His eyes were like icy blue crystals and seemed to watch her with an aloof fascination, following her as she waited patiently for her dancing partner to be brought up from the slave pits.

His paws were busy rapping a rapid tempo on his much more plain seat's armrests, the beat of which she tried to follow with her eyes, but was unable to keep up with whatever time measure he was expertly keeping. She looked closer, and saw what she had mistaken to be his cloak was, in fact, a mass of dark-furred tails beneath his actual cloak. This was no wolf or even a canine for that matter.

As if responding to her realisation and the surprised look upon her face, the vulpine grinned, flashing rows of white teeth at her. He made a non-committal, informal nod in her direction, and leaned over to one side, whispering into the ear of a dark scaled dragon who seemed to simply have detached himself from the shadows cast beyond the edges of the stage.

Had the canines enlisted the help of the dragons as well? And the vulpines? The implications weren't good for her species. It felt like every time she ventured or was dragged from the slave pens and caught a glimpse of the outside world, it had changed completely from how she recalled.

The two were now talking quite animatedly, but over the soft music playing and the general din of conversation within the main hall, it was impossible for her to make out their words.

There was a loud groaning as the main doors of the room were opened, and once more, the face of her torment was thrust into the light. Orez seemed no happier to see her than she did him. The only satisfaction she took from his presence was that his right paw had been wrapped in a dark grey coloured cloth, to try and hide the two missing fingers she'd taken from him.

He growled as he approached her, the dire wolf having been given traditional warpaints in red across his muzzle and broad chest, garbed in little more than the loincloth they had rehearsed in. He looked at her with utter disdain and contempt.

"When this is over, cat, they're going to give you to me as a reward. I'm going to fuck you until you break for what you did."

Shadi steeled herself and took her position in front of him.

"In your dreams." She hissed. A hush fell over the room, and a directed mirror light was shone upon them from the gantries. The violist began to play.

To her credit, the dance was perfect. All eyes were upon the pair as they flowed elegantly through the motions, with Shadi spinning and twirling and leaping gracefully through the dance moves, her metronomic mantra going all the way through the first movement, keeping perfect time.

One two three, one two three...

She took a breath as she spun towards the wolf, the scumbag who planned on ending her. Her palm curled as her breasts thumped into his chest.

Draw, slip, thrust!

The knife was a flash of silver lost to the crowd as she drove the slender blade between Orez's ribs and into his heart-

Or would have, if the wolf's paws hadn't closed about her wrist, squeezing tight. The blade slipped from her hands as she gasped in pain, and Orez neatly caught in, pressing it to her throat.

"Knife!" Someone shouted, and a cry of alarm went up somewhere in the crowd. The guards were already moving from their positions around the chamber.

"Nice try, cat. You'll need to do much better than that. Now scream for me." He had the most hateful glare in his eyes that Shadi would even see. In a panic, she looked beyond him to the guards who were approaching with their spears raised. They would never reach her in time.

"You first!" A voice spoke up from beside her, the vulpine she had seen before striding from his seat across the floor, naked steel drawn in his hand.

Orez turned, releasing Shadi as she fell back on her tail. Blades flashed. Orez managed to parry three blows before the vulpine she had seen earlier with far too many tails to count ran him through with his slender, deadly sharp blade.

The Dire wolf towered over the slender vulpine male, but even he towered over Shadi. He moved like lightning, sudden and decisive, drawing his blade back and wiping it across Orez's chest to remove the blood from the polished steel. The wolf had a dumb look on his face like his mind was still trying to catch up to the fact that he had been killed, for the blow was so sure that no other outcome could have resulted from it. After a moment, he toppled backwards and lay dead upon the floor.

The fox resheathed his blade with a loud rasp of steel as it slid back into its scabbard, and was quickly tucked away beneath the male's cloak. He tutted, motioning for the guards to take the wolf's body away, before he slid in behind Shadi without a word, and took up the position the wolf had been in moments before.

"The guards only saw him with the blade, but I saw where it came from. If you want it to stay that way, I suggest you dance like your life depended on it." He hissed urgently in her ear.

Still in shock, she nodded and took her position. The male behind her cleared his throat with a gesture to the violinist.

"I believe there was a show ongoing, no?" The confidence he projected in his voice made it seem like he was meant to be there all along, and her rapist's blunt murder had been all just a part of the show. The strings began to play once again, and Shadi began to dance, her heart thumping in her chest. She was in flight at that moment; rational thought had ceased to be. All she knew was that she had to perform, or she would be the next to be dragged from the floor.

And dance she did.

Her partner was not as graceful or smooth in his motions as the Lynx had been, but he was still leagues above the wolf he had replaced. Her movements were perfect. She made every dip, every twist and bend of her spine. Her hips rolled with the rhythm in an erotically charged and passionate performance that all present would recall as the best recital of The Conquest they had seen in living memory.

The show put on that night would be retold for decades to come as a perfect performance in every way. Of course, the night would also be recalled for other reasons, but none present could have seen the move of the great game that was being played out before their eyes. None present had the capacity of thought to perceive such a far-reaching play from so close a distance, nor to perceive the far-reaching consequences the night would have.

Shadi simply played the part her captors told her, blissfully unaware of anything but her motions, and those of her partner's. His paws were unfamiliar in their touch as she twirled past him, and his fingers caressed her broad hips. She'd never met a vulpine before. Of course, she had seen them, and heard stories of their reputation as savage opportunists, taking what they could when they could, and doing their damnedest to dodge the blame when inevitably something went wrong.

He was tall, well built, and yet slender and graceful in his own way, powerful and sleek in the same way as shark gliding through water was. The fancy adornments and gold filigree on his outfit denoted him as someone of repute or at least of wealth, certainly enough of either to get him invited to such a gathering. His tails, black with white tips, flowed behind him, like his cape had a second layer beneath, rippling and dazzling in its movements.

He swooped low behind her, barely giving any warning at all as he scooped her legs up in one paw, supporting her torso with his other paw cupping her breast. He spun her heels overhead before setting her back on her feet, one shoulder of her dress just detaching itself from the rest of the garment, falling away to reveal her supple tits to the crowd.

She felt her nose flush, hot with embarrassment and shame. This wasn't rehearsal anymore. Mistress was the least of the people who could see her exposed like this, but she continued even so, now more aware for any other tricks the vulpine might have been hiding. Every eye in the room was on their charged dance, and she was the star, the sacrificial queen to be bred for their amusement.

Still, the male had also seen the knife! If she had any hope of getting out of here in one piece, it relied solely on her keeping his stupidly grinning muzzle shut, and if she had to fuck him in order to do that, then so be it. Her choices tonight had been narrowed down to a single path, and she would be damned if she would shy from it now! The only options left were him or a spike on the walls.

She grit her teeth and bore her shame with dignity, and her dancing was flawless. His steps seemed attuned to hers, and clearly he'd performed this dance before. Their eyes met as she spun, his fierce, icy blues locking on her own mismatched gems. He shot her a wink in passing, and despite herself, she felt her cheeks pinking at the gesture, barely catching herself in time to make her choreographed fall.

He was upon her in a heartbeat, his teeth closing around her raised tail as his paws deftly moved her dress aside, cupping her sex in his palm. She was wet, but if it was from genuine excitement or just a side effect of her induced heat she couldn't have surely said. His fingers found their way into her depths without resistance while his thumb sweetly abused her clit.

Despite herself, she found a soft moan peeling from her lips as pleasure lanced up her spine, the bells braided into her tail ringing as the appendage trembled with the unexpected forcefulness of the sensations. She could have sworn she heard the male at her back chuckling darkly through a mouthful of fur as he worked her body over, raising her up and up and up with the rapid frenzied tempo of his fingering.

She lowered her head and bit her lip to stifle her noises as she squealed her way through a sudden orgasm, her body clenching tight like a vice around his fingers. The bells upon her tail took on a new note as she came, her entire face and breasts flushing hotly at the embarrassment. She knew that everyone in the room would be able to tell what just occurred... what he just made her do in front of the stranger's. And her captors watching intently.

The pressure between her legs abated, and there was a sudden jolt of pain as the vulpines paw came down upon her upturned rump. He'd released her tail moments ago, and it was only now she was realising that she'd flagged it up and over her back like an eager and obedient queen in heat.

"Before your masters notice if you please..." The male's voice chided her, and with a quick shake of her head, she pushed herself back up, cartwheeling forwards as the dress fell, briefly and tantalizingly revealing the sodden thin fuzz that surrounded her cunt where his fingers had done their work.

She stayed true to form though, using her tail and her paws to cover her exposed breasts, the nipples firm and taut with her climax, areolas tinted a warm pink with her blushing. She gave tantalizing glimpses of her flesh and fir, using her motions to cover and reveal herself at will, and the Vulpine dancing with her snarled on the act, his paws caressing her back, always a mere moment from grabbing her and having his way with her.

Her heart was really racing now, her pulse seeming to match the gradually increasing tempo in her mind and on the strings of the violin as she danced like her life depended on it.

One two three, one two three, bend sway spin-

She found herself suddenly chest to chest as the violin took on the more sinister and frantic notes of the final act, and looked up at the male whose paws were now quite firmly around her waist, cupping pawfuls of her rump.

"Up, and hold on tight." He rumbled, lifting her as she jumped into his arms. His claws tore through the last of the dress as she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her feet beneath his cape, just above the thick base of his mass of tails. The expensive fabric fell away from her body like a flag loosed from its banner, drifting soundlessly into a pile at their feet, her nudity revealed to the hundreds of eyes watching from behind the glare of the torches.

She could feel their eyes upon her and began to tremble quietly as she felt the male adjust himself, hot, firm flesh brushing against her heat inflamed and swollen folds. One of his paws gripped her muzzle and tilted it back to face him. His eyes bore into her as the violin abused for just a moment, anticipating his penetration as much as her tightly wound body was.

"Trust me, kitten."

They were such simple words but spoken from him, she felt a strange warmth flow over her, as if his words were a balm to her aches. She could put no rhyme or reason to why it was so, she just knew that it was. His eyes shone like icy gems as he looked at her, holding their pose for longer than was necessary as if to let the anticipation continue. Let them wait, his eyes said. He was waiting for her.

She nodded, and cried out in bliss as his length thrust up into her core in a single stroke. The rest of the world dissolved around her as he staked his claim on her fertile body, driving deep until his tip was kissing her cervix, and eagerly demanding entry in the same way that a besieging ram did upon a castle's gate.

He carried her effortlessly, continuing to dance even as Shadi completely forgot about it, letting the male have his way for her in the same way so many females of her kind had simply given in to their captors. Perhaps it was an effect of the powerful aphrodisiac they had drugged her with, or perhaps it was her mind finally surrendering to the fact that she knew her days here were coming to an end, and being determined to take what good she could from it.

And oh this vulpine was sinfully good at what he did to her body. He was experienced with this particular kind of dancing, and his let his thrusts shift back and forth to smoothly caress different angles inside of her, sending pleasure racing through her body like wildfire through dry leaves.

Her mouth opened in a wordless cry as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled her naked body against him. Not one to miss an opportunity when it was presented, the male quickly pressed his lips to hers, and swiftly pinned her tongue to the roof of her muzzle while he ploughed her tight, feline folds, the wet slaps of his knot striking her stretched nethers lost beneath the frantic notes of the violinist.

She lost track of time, of the crowd gathered to watch her rape, of the sounds of the music. She moaned hotly into his mouth, and he fucked her all the harder for it as if the sweet little noises he forced from her lips were just encouraging him all the more to sate his lusts inside her.

Their intimate, intertwined dance of carnal desire was magnificent. Not once did the male fall out of step, carrying Shadi like a living, moaning, fuckable ragdoll in his arms while his feet and his tails kept true to the spirit of The Conquest. Perhaps the savages who inspired the dance originally had not been as graceful or careful with their partners but damned if he didn't make it look good.

The music was hitting a feverish pitch now, and with a final sharp jab of his hips, the vulpine drove himself inwards, impaling Shadi upon his splitting length as his knot forced itself inside her warm, wet depths. The feeling of fullness was enough to set Shadi off again, and she writhed and thrashed upon his cock, her insides rippling and milking her partner for his unwanted, life bringing seed. He didn't disappoint, growling as he bit her shoulder and made his final claim upon her womb.

She both yowled in pleasure and despaired in humiliation as she felt each hot pulse of his cum as he no doubt planted a non-feline bastard in her belly, and yet she couldn't help but clench tighter around him even as her body helped to seal him inside of her, wasting not a single drop of his 'gift' to the young, hyper fertile girl. She could have sworn she felt him quickening within her, putting an unasked for cub in her belly.

She was property though. She had known since her capture this would be her fate... It was the fate of all the female captives who had been brought here eventually. When all other uses for them were gone, they were still able to provide a warm hole for some canine to get his rocks off in. She hadn't been any exception. She had been pretty, and prized, and all it had done for her was limit the type of people who could use her as a quick fuck to take the edge off or to celebrate some sort of treaty or agreement or great victory.

She would dance, and she would be fucked, and she would swell with some mongrels bastard until she whelped them a pup, and then she would do it all over again. This was just another male taking what was his by right of conquest.

She realized she was panting, soft little moans passing her lips as she rest heavily against the male holding her, his knot still pulsing weakly inside of her, draining the last of his essence into her belly.

The sound came back slowly, a chorus of applause and wolf whistles coming from the crowd as they watched on. The Vulpine holding her chuckled, and carried her back to his seat, his many tails still twitching.

"There... save you a half hour having to make repeat performances." He muttered with what sounded like a gruff laugh as he sat down, keeping the naked feline in his lap.

Shadi said nothing, just looking down at her belly as if expecting it to suddenly swell forward, but she knew it was an insidiously slow process. She'd probably be kept and bred like a mare to a stallion until they were sure it has taken, and once that was done, they would add new markings to her collar so all knew she was suitable for breeding. Suitable to be their fuck toy...

"Not the talking type, hmm? That's okay... I'm sure we'll see more of each other soon..." The vulpine nodded as he leaned against the back of his seat. His knot slipped from her with a messy pop, and a drizzle of his seed that spilled from her swollen, well-fucked nethers. She tried to cover herself with her tail, though it did little good. Everyone had already seen her spread eagle on display. Hungry eyes followed her as a pair of guards escorted her back to the side room.

She was tossed back in, her gold chain leashing her back to the wall, as the first of her other suitors for the night followed her in, and pushed her to her knees against the hardwood floor.

She took him into her muzzle without thought, choking back the shame as she was forced over and over to give herself to whoever demanded it of her. She was a slave after all. Just a simple pleasure feline, to be fucked and knocked up, and to aid in her species' extermination through breeding. Damned if those who could afford her weren't going to try their best now that she was on the menu.

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Isiat sat back in his seat, sighing as he adjusted his belt. He ran a single paw along the slender, sharp lines of his muzzle, scratching blunted claws through his fur in thought, remembering the fine little dancer. His cock throbbed at the idea of paying for a second round with her, and his canine hosts had been all too happy to advertise the service after she'd been hauled away. Even now, a few of the more eager ones were waiting subtly by the side door to the main hall, awaiting their chance.

No matter. Kyruku seed was strong. He knew that well. His species were almost notorious among the vulpine clans as cuckoo's, stealing wives and letting some poor sap raise their bastards after the fact. Idly, he bit the corner of his lip.

The dark, blood ruby red dragon beside him leaned in close, the spines along his back twitching.

"You've got that look about you that tells me you're about to spend an exorbitant amount of gold on something. Wanting a round two?" Came the deep, bass rumble.

The vulpine's ears twitched as a faint breeze wafted into the room as the door opened, and another satisfied male left the side chamber. The smell of sex was strong in the air. It was hardly a canine meeting after all if some poor bitch didn't end up fucked and heavy with cubs during the proceedings.

"No... not now at least. Find out who she is and buy her for me." He stated simply, his tails twitching. If his hunch was correct...

"As the master of your coin-" The dragon started but was quickly cut off.

"I am the master of my coin, Scion. You simply keep it for me. Find out who she is, who she belongs to, and buy her."

"And if they say no? You already know who she is, don't you?"

Isiat just smirked, and reached down to his waist, plucking a heavy coin purse from his pocket. It jingled and sagged with visible weight as he deposited it in the dragons waiting palm.

"Then remind them my life was jeopardized tonight, and if they want anything I'm selling, they had better fucking ante up."

End Book One