Flare & Ember: Installment 5
#5 of Flare & Ember
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The very beginning (the flashback in italics) appears random if you haven't read the last Installment. If you're new, please either let the silliness slide, or (better) read from the start.
In the very beginning, the character's species have been somewhat repetitively mentioned. This has not been done to offend the memory or intelligence of my current readers, I assure you. ^_^
I simply wanted to be sure that new readers could get a handle on the species without being forced to refer to the earlier ones.
This one is long! Almost as long as all the ones before combined! I hope that sits well with you. It's still broken up into minichapters, though, so if, like me, you have a short attention span, there are good break points throughout.
There's the biggest(longest) yiff scene I've ever attempted at the end. I tried my very best to keep things fresh, with as little repitition as possible, and I think it came out well. It's written in third person, as with the rest of Flare & Ember, but it focuses entirely on one character from [(no spoiler:) his? her?] point of view.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think! ^_^
Please enjoy.
Flare & Ember
Installment 5
16 - The Great Detective Writer
The Raichu Lei had been playing with himself as this all unfolded, but he ran over as soon as he saw the drip of blood on the base of Flare's shaft. "Are you hurt bad?" he asked the Vulpix, worried.
"No, I'm hurt good," came the sleepy response.
"I'm Miles, by the way," Pika said, shattering the current topic of conversation, and obliterating the mood. "Does anyone care to go out for dinner? My treat!"
"Sounds like a plan," Lei said, enthusiastically. He hadn't really been going at it that hard, and though he wasn't selfish, it wasn't really like him to think about others first.
"Come on, don't you guys want a nice dinner?" he said, beckoning to the two rags on the floor.
"How much of an excuse is necessary? Do you want me to write you a formal invitation, as well?" Miles quipped. He patted Lei on the shoulder as if to say, "Sorry I seemed cold before. It's my professional manner, you understand."
Flare the Vulpix writhed to a standing position. His sister Ember just groaned. She didn't like this peppiness of Miles and Lei.
Lei might not have been paying much attention to masturbating, but he definitely did pay attention to the action. Now that the action had stopped, something seemed undone... something missing... "Where did X go?"
"He must have left," Miles replied.
"I need that money!" Lei said, slightly annoyed. He was gesturing strongly, exaggerating his irritation to relieve stress. "He wouldn't have just left. I'm going to ask that Eevee."
"Do you mean Inky?"
"Of course I mean Inky," he said, comically flapping his arms like a duck. "How many Vees do you think there are there in this joint? Twenty? Just... just help those two get cleaned up."
He left the room, smiling.
As he approached Inky's study, he heard a Raichu's voice inside. It was X. "Great, I won't have to go chasing him down."
He was about to open the door, when he caught the name 'Detective Smarts'. Thinking this might be well worth listnening to, he stood outside the door, hand posed as if he was just about to knock, should the door unexpectedly open. The Greatest Detective would have recommended it.
He heard X's voice clearly. "So, if you can't get someone to take Vino's place for your newest play, maybe I might do it."
If Smarts' blood wasn't running through his veins at the moment, he would have barged in and demanded of the author herself to let him do it. But that would be admitting to eavesdropping. He didn't consider himself an eavesdropper. He merely sighed and knocked on the door.
Inky opened it, looking as bookish as ever, smiled gently, and showed him in.
"Is this really the one who dreamt it all up?' Lei thought to himself, idolizing this little thing. "I... Ah... Um..." he stammered. He moved around the verbal blockade by addressing X, instead. "X, Yo! I need that money."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Moment." X left the room, leaving Lei alone with the nearest celebrity to his favorite fictional detective other than Vino.
He scratched the back of his head, wondering how to bring the conversation around to Vino and why he can't be in the play, and when this new one is starting, and where auditions for the new Detective would take place, and which and what for.
He had finally decided on mentioning the most recent play, Darkest of Days, as a passing topic of interest just to kill some time chatting with this perfectly normal, definitely non-famous Eevee, when, untimely as ever, X strode back in with a coinpurse.
"Here," he said, flinging it into Lei's hands. It felt good and heavy. "One Sixty Even. We took 80 Pictures, I'll let the blurry ones slide. Didn't see them squirm all that much, anyway. Don't feel like the extra math."
"Thanks," Lei said, but he was in awe. X seemed to act like he was poor, but handing out coins like this for a single day's work was just crazy. He opened the drawstring and sifted the glittering copper through his paw.
"Don' mention it. Excuse me, I gotta get to work. Lots to sort now." X spoke as if it was going to be a drag, but Lei could see by the twinkle in his eyes that he relished the idea of looking through all those new pics of his. Lei imagined him placing them in two stacks: 'keep' and 'sell'.
Miles met him at the entrance of the lobby, together with the two foxies. "So, then. Shall we depart?"
17 - Dinner and a Doctor
By the time the group had finally reached the restaurant, the two Vulpix were quite hungry. Actually, they were starving.
The building stood in Oaktown Square. Like most North Wealdian restaurants, it was a small stand with a straw and jownleaf roof. A sizzling metal plate was placed over a firepit dug nearby, frying up the night's supply of veggies and meat for the hungry patrons, seated 'round tree stump tables.
The sun was setting with an orange glow, and a fresh breeze that spoke equally of caramellized Pika meat and new mown grass blew across the group.
Lei sniffed the air, letting the aroma of the establishment's offering play on his appetite. "This place smells good. I don't think I've eaten here before."
Miles assented with a nod of his head. "That is my friend's cousin." He waved to the Vee working the stirring stick.
Vee had on a white cloth sweatband, and was tough and muscular. He looked to be one of the world's laborers, those sturdy people who carve, build, and make and cook things for the weaker of us.
"There are four of us this time," Miles announced.
"'K, That'll be four 'n four each."
As Vee scooped four generous helpings, Miles got the coins out of his purse, two just minted copper tens. They seemed to be in the same issue as the ones Lei was paid in.
He paid for the supper, and they all sat down at one of the tables. There were no chairs, or even cushions, as these outdoor places have to keep costs down, and non-waterproof items up.
"It's good!" Ember said approvingly, as she took her first bite. She knew what she really wanted to say, but was a little afraid to say it. She pulled herself together quickly though: "You were a great fuck-buddy! Thanks!"
Now that Miles was no longer so lusty, her choice of words seemed to jar on him. "From where did you learn such language?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lei didn't like her wording either. In fact, he hated it. He took all of that trouble to shield these innocent little cubs from the seedy facts of life (forgetting, of course, that it was he who kidnapped and raped them in the first place), and along comes that three-brain-celled galoot and his unique brand of 'sex education'. He frowned angrily, and chomped an overly large spoonful of stir-fry.
Ember looked up at the two. "X taught me. Something wrong?" She felt she might have made a mistake or insulted him by saying that, or something. The atmosphere was certainly not welcoming.
Flare lent his support. "Lei says 'fuck' is a dirty word. I don't think they like us cubs using it..." he spoke as though they were being denied a basic right because of their creed.
"I'm certainly not accommodated to those of such a young age using such words," Miles assented.
Lei just nodded. Then he snapped at another one and a half spoonfuls.
Ember rephrased her gratitude, unapologetically and flatly. "Thanks for mating with me, your cum felt great inside me." She was truly thankful; although it was a paid transaction, it satisfied her most basic need just when she was needing it most. However, the fact that such heartfelt grace fell on deaf ears the first time made her second attempt blunt.
The two adults remained silent.
She ground her teeth. She would seethe in fury, but she knew there was one course she could take to turn the conversation in her favor. She took it without thinking. "And I loved the taste of your sperm, Flare~"
Flare blushed deeply and put his spoon down for a moment. "Th-Thanks." He picked up his spoon, and took tentative bite, heart fluttering. He then blinked, and set it back down again. "Did I feed you my sperm last night?"
"Yeah, it was yummy!"
"I didn't see anything... your whole mouth was wet, I couldn't tell." He was disappointed. He really wanted to see his first load. From what X had told him earlier, it would be a big moment when he could produce. X never said why, but he wanted to see it himself.
Lei and Miles still said nothing. They did exchange a glance or two, though.
"What's sperm?" she suddenly asked.
Flare was curious, too. "Why do boys squirt it? What does it do?"
Lei finally smiled. They might use a few adult words, but that didn't change the fact that they were still young and inexperienced. "It makes a girl pregnant when it get's in her tummy. It mixes inside her and starts a litter incubating inside her."
"So, it turns into babies if it gets inside a girl?' Flare asked.
"Right. A girl's tummy acts as a sort of incubator, no one knows why or how, but if the sperm gets in, it grows into a litter."
A terrifying thought struck Ember. "Will I get pregnant now? I'm not ready to have kits. I want to be a kit myself a lot longer! My... brother's kits won't grow inside me, will they!?"
Miles was amused. "Of course not. By 'tummy', he doesn't intend 'stomach', he intends 'womb'. The sperm must pass through your vagina. The vagina leads to the womb. That is the reason mating properly feels so good for both parties."
It took Ember a moment or two to digest this rather wordy explanation. Miles' 'rich' guy dialect was a little confusing to her, she being brought up by people who didn't like to sound important through using unnecissarily long words. Then it hit her.
"I don't want your cubs! That's ten million times worse!" she shot out, aghast.
"Don't worry, you're not the same species." Lei tried to reassure her, but she wouldn't have any of it. "And you're still too young. You have to reach a certain age to be able to incubate."
"I don't care. Get it out of me."
"I'm very much afraid miss it's too late for that. Your body will safely absorb what didn't drip out."
"You're not helping, Miles!" Lei scolded. "Don't worry, Ember. There's no chance of anything like that happening. But if it makes you feel better, we can take you to a doctor. He can tell you for sure."
"Really? Thanks. That's good to hear, at least. It's not the cum I mind, but what it turns into. I'm not ready yet."
"Miles rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That is a fine idea." He spoke sarcastically. "I ponder the docter's impression, though, of someone so young, having a torn hymen, being taken to check for pregnancy- by a Raichu at that! I believe he may suspect domestic abuse and abduction.
"You did not abduct them, correct?"
Lei was stunned. He never thought he would do this, but he figured anyone who was friends of X would understand. He opened his mouth to confess, when Flare saved his ass.
"'Course not. He's looking after us. We had a rough life, and he's a lot better than what we used to have. He plays nice."
Miles seemed to actually be expecting rape, or worse. Even more awkwardly, he seemed dissapointed. An evil thought struck him, and he cheered up. "Could the doctor be made to believe that? He might still get a private detective to- Come again?"
A hiccup from Lei had interupted him. "Nothing. You just reminded me of something."
"You would be found out. And nobody would want that."
Lei stood up, dramatically leaning forward over the table. "I hope you're not threatening me. I don't want to kill you."
"No need to get excited! I was actually just about to make a suggestion that would keep you out of trouble." Miles was usually calm and collected, but the sight of a Rai towering over him was enough to unshift anyone.
"Oh? What?" Lei asked, leaning back. He didn't think Miles actually had anything at all in mind. His paranoia was getting to him again. This was one reason he didn't relish leaving the den.
This time, Miles was the one to lean forward. Though Lei had done it out of anger, what prompeted Miles was confidentiality. He had something hot. And it was good.
"I have a doctor you might be interested in..." he whispered. "He's shady, and I wouldn't let this travel any further, but I can guarantee he'll keep your little secret, whatever you're hiding from me."
"Go on," Lei requested. This Miles was a lot smarter than he looked.
18 - Doctor's Office
The next morning, Lei was preparing an on-the-run breakfast. After dinner, they had parted ways with mutual goodwill, and all finally caught up on all that missed sleep. It had been the first good night's rest Flare had had in days, and he was still rubbing his eyes, groggily.
"Wow, that feels good. Nothing to do, someone to cook our breakfast. Rest and play. Maybe now we can settle down."
Ember didn't want to rub the sunshine off his sleepy face, but she had to remind him. "We're going to the doctor, remember?"
Lei confirmed this with a silent nod, as he pressed the seedcakes together, squeezing the moisture from them.
"Aw, man. Why did you have to bring that up? I just managed to forget about it." Flare curled up into a ball, putting on a show of annoyance.
Lei finished his cooking. "Let's go. It's quite a ways." He tossed a seedcake over to Ember, who caught it deftly in her mouth.
They had set out, and had chatted of idle topics. Lei was being quite friendly, and he seemed to be treating them more like friends or younger cousins of his. Both kits liked having such a friendly caretaker, but Ember wanted more...
"You haven't forgotten our little deal, right?" she asked him.
"What deal?"
"You forgot, didn't you?" she said huffily. "Don't you want a pet?
"What?" Lei had completely forgotten. Once the animal lust of that little incident had passed, he didn't want to think about treating her in any way that made her uncomfortable. He... he loved her. It was still taking him a while to come to terms with this fact. He loved her, and wanted her to be happy for her sake. "I... do... but I don't want to hurt you. I was too reckless with you earlier. Don't worry about it. I'd be happier keeping you safe.
"...I guess I don't have any cubs of my own, so... I need someone to carry on my legacy, you know?"
He took some time to look away from her. It was hard for him to speak so candidly. The last time he was this honest with his feelings he was smashed and drooling out the side of his mouth. He could barely remember confessing his 'great love' for that prostitute he had a passing crush on at one of those parties of his.
Ember thought about this for a bit. She didn't know why, but even now, she was a little disapointed. She couldn't understand her feelings, but she kind of wanted to be abused like before. It made her heart beat thinking about serving a master, and that made her feel good. It just did. She had no clue why, but... it did.
After an hour's walk and six seedcakes, they had arrived at the mystery doctor. It was a nondescript shack in full view without a sign, and was much like Inky's, except it was not worn or old looking. And according to Miles, there was no password. "Just walk in and meet the guy," he had said.
And that is what they did. Lei felt he was beginning to get used to the Underworld, that shady scene most dismissed as being populated by rough, violent brutes and thugs. He was expecting to find another nice and pleasant person in the real Underworld, like Inky or X, and he was not surprised. This scene revolving around getting the finer things in life might actually turn out to be safer than the much more socially acceptable - and actually lawful - clubs. The doctor's office was not literally underground like Inky's, and was clean and tidy. There was a private room, sectioned off with a red dyed curtain, presumably where operations and examinations were performed, and a front desk and shelves of records occupying the waiting room, here.
There was no secretary, though, and no one seemed to be in sight.
"Hello? Anyone here?" Lei called.
After a few moments, with a yawn, a bleary-eyed doctor came out from behind the curtain.
The doc was a male Eevee, and seemed quite mature, almost old. He had a scar over his face and left eye, and whatever caused it must have taken out his eye itself, too, as it was covered by a deep purple blindfold wrapped cocked around his head, the equivilent of a human eyepatch. He would have seemed scary- if his manner was any less assuring.
"Yes? May I help you, Rai?"
"Um, yes. My new friend Miles gave me a referral and-
"Oh! A referral!" he said, cutting Lei off. He looked over to the two Vulpix with his good eye. "Need 'em neutered, or something?"
Lei went pale. If either of the two had remembered what X had told them about it, they probably would have paled too. "What? No, no! Just check Ember here for pregnancy," he said, directing his paw and attention to the female.
"Oh. No problem."
He got his payment up front - ten Poké, then led little Ember back behind the curtain, and Lei followed. He hated doctors. You could never tell with this kind of person. One moment they're talking to you all friendly-like, then - stab! - They stick something sharp in your arm, and say, "It's just a 'shot'. Since these stupid 'shots' were invented, just 10 years ago, he, like most people, was leery of them. The idea was to put medicine straight into the blood, but he didn't like that at all. He'd rather drink it like everyone else, and wait ten minutes for the effect.
Flare opted to stay in the waiting room-slash-lobby. He didn't like doctors either.
Doc got her up on his table, lined with a clean white cloth, and began his examination by asking a few questions.
"How long since you mated with a male Vulpix?"
"...How long since you mated with a male Vulpix that produced sperm?"
..."Well, then, how long since you mated with a male Vulpix, that produced sperm, that entered your vagina?"
He chuckled. "I can't test for pregnancy like that. You're not pregnant. Plain and simple." He turned to Lei. "Since you're here, anything else?"
Lei thought for a second, but he had no ideas. He hated coming all the way here for such a simple thing, for something that he himself had told her, but that was all they needed. And Lei didn't need any encouragement to leave a doctor's office. He was allergic to them.
Just about to suggest they hightail it, he was prevented by a suggestion from the old doctor.
"You seem to enjoy them, have you ever considered permanency?"
"You mean... permanency? You actually do that here?"
Permanency was where a few nonvital, but still very important glands were surgically removed from a prepubescent. The victim would grow older, but would remain in appearence, and sexual and emotional maturity, a child. It was common knowledge that this took place- every now and then, you'd hear an announcement of a surgeon being put to death for the practice. It was possible, albeit unlikely, to run across a boy or girl who was really an adult. Someone who had an abusive father- or maybe even was abducted, and presumed dead in his own territory.
"Of course I do it," came the doctor's reply. "How about it?"
"Maybe, possibly, some other time."
Lei tried his best to explain what permanency was to her, and why anyone would consider it. "If, for example," he went on, "I ever did get a pet, I'd personally love to have it done to her. That way, I never have to worry about her getting too old for me."
Ember's heart pounded again at the thought of it. Then she made a snap decision.
"I still want to be your pet. Would you let me if you permanencey'ed me?"
Lei thought, and then he made the decision. "If that's what you really want..."
"Yes! I'm officially yours!"
Flare cautiosly poked his head in from behind the curtain. "Am I hearing okay?"
"Yup. Lei's gonna have me fixed."
"I... heard. If that's really what you want..." He seemed a little saddened by this, but he tried to keep a stiff upper lip.
"Just one thing," Lei said, turning to the Eevee. "How much will this cost?"
Doc scratched his head with a front paw. "Eight hundred total. Including the seven hundred for the anesthesia."
"Why is the anesthesia so goddamn expensive?"
"I'll have to hire a crew of two. And an appointment with them here, and a stay in this room until she feels better, and nutritious food, clean water... these things aren't free."
"Then... shoot. How long does recovery take?"
She'll feel fine by tonight, without anesthesia. Putting her to sleep is what always causes the complications. That's actually the risky bit. The procedure is extremely painful, but, many prefer not to waste money on their pets, especially if the pain will only last three days."
"You said she'd feel fine by tonight!"
"Yes. In a bit of pain, but still capable of pleasing."
"No. I'll save up, and I'll be back if she still wants it. Thank you." He made for the door.
"Wait!" Ember called. "I don't mind."
"You will soon. You'll regret it. It's fine. You can be fixed later. Come on."
"I can be fixed now, too!" she insisted. She bit on his tail, and tried pulling him back into the room. It was no use. He was a full-grown Raichu, she was a young Vulpix, there was no overcoming the size difference.
All it did was hurt him.
"Ow. What the fuck. Do- do you want to be my pet so badly that you want to do this for me?"
His answer was a simple nod.
"Will you pay me back for the full price of the operation with hard work around the house?" And if that wasn't the ultimate test, he didn't know what was.
Ember didn't even have to think about it. The answer was yes. How couldn't she? She wanted to make Master happy, it was her job anyway, wasn't it? If Master was happy, she was happy. And if it hurt her a little, so much the better. It wasn't sacrifice of self if nothing was sacrificed.
She nodded bashfully, praying that Lei would accept.
"Well, fine, then. I hope you never change your mind about this, because it can't be undone."
She hopped up and licked his belly, as high as she could reach on her hind legs, and hopped back up on the table, almost gleefully.
Lei shrugged his shoulders, and sighed regretfully. Several hours later, he knew, Ember would be in agony.
Several hours later
She was in agony, but she kept a brave face. She didn't cry or groan, but there was terrible, sharp pain in her neck and left flank, now both bandaged, and a dull, throbbing pain throughout her whole torso, throbbing and pounding with each beat of her heart.
Lei had carried her home, half-concious due to blood loss, but the doctor had great skill, and great experience, and the wounds created had been well and cleanly dressed.
She was lying now in Lei's bed, and had been sipping on sweet melon syrup to help her blood. Lei had given up his whole bed, and also his bedroom to her, so she could sleep well and heal quickly. He was even in the kitchen making some candies for her, as a sort of combination 'thank you' and 'get well soon'.
She had made the decision. And she did not regret it.
19 - A Short Recovery
Flare came to check up on her. As he entered the room, she picked up her head and greeted him pleasantly. The doc had been right. It hurt like hell, but she could do something for master... if he wanted.
"What's up, bro?" she said with a gentle smile.
"I- why? You're gonna be a kit forever?"
"Yup."
"And, I'm gonna grow up without... you?"
"Oh." She saw what he meant, now. The thought of being left behind by her most trusted friend, and only real family now, hurt her worse than any surgery could. It hurt her heart. "It's not the end of the world, right?" she said, trying to believe her own words.
"It's fine. I'll have it done too. I just wish you had talked it through with me."
"No! I did it for myself. Don't wreck your life."
He brought his neck over to hers, careful to avoid the bandage on its side. He murred gently, letting her feel his care. "I didn't say I didn't want to. I just said I wished you had asked me first." He hugged her tightly, gave her forehead a lick, and let her rest.
The next morning, her wounds were still sore and large movement hurt, but she was not feeling faint, and wandered out of the bedroom herself.
She found the two men of the house discussing an upcoming party.
"Hi, sis! Feeling better?"
"A lot. It still hurts, but I feel okay now."
"Just be sure to take things slow," Lei said. "And don't be too active. Stay in bed if you can. Anyway, Flare tells me he wants permanency, too.
"Yeah. He said so."
"Maybe he can help me take care of my new pet, right?" Lei said with a wink."
"I'll really try my best to be easy to take care of," she replied weakly. "...Did I hear something about a party?"
"You did. X came by last night while you were asleep. Flare and I had a little chat with him. He likes my parties, whenever I have one, he's usually the first to arrive and last to leave. He's a real jerk sometimes, but he's not violent when he gets drunk like you might expect. He usually just falls asleep- Anyway, I'm wandering from my point. Which is, he wants me to invite Miles and Inky, and a few other Underworlders to my next party." He became thoughtful. "The kind of parties I have, it's strange that it took me this long before I got into this kind of thing.
"One day, I'm just a sick pervert, the next, a member of an alternate hidden society that I still don't know the half of. Funny thing that."
"When is this party going to be? Will I have to stay alone in a room with Flare 'til it's over?
"You? Stay away from the action? You're my pet. Naturally, I expect you to do whatever the guests want."
"Oh." She had that feeling in her heart once again. She had a feeling that her Master's parties would be a lot more fun for her than her old parents' meet 'n greets. For the first time, she felt better of Lei than her old, 'real' Mom and Dad. Strangely, though she missed them a bit, she didn't mind not seeing them again, as a tradeoff for this grand life for the rest of her days.
Excited, she asked, "When will it be?"
A couple weeks. I want to be sure you're well and healed. And Flare has decided he wants to be your big brother. He wants to be older than you, so, we'll wait three months while he grows a little bigger and stronger.
"I'll have a big brother?" she asked, looking at Flare.
Flare smiled. "And I'll have a younger sister. It's like a dream, isn't it?" he said, dreamily.
Things were finally normalizing, like a sliding puzzle shifting back into place, and Lei felt comfortable using his cynical sense of humor once again. "My biography: Build a Better Life by Kitnapping, Raping and Mutilating Two Fox Kits You Don't Know From Adam: Because You're Just AWESOME Like That, by Lei, Raichu."
20 - The Morn of the Party
And, so, the time seemed to fly by. Ember had fully recovered, and they had all gotten used to living together. The kits had, at any rate. Lei was still having trouble grasping the fact that he was a dad now. Any well-behaved parent, though, would not make sex jokes every day, and laugh with them when they told theirs. But, maybe that's why they liked him. He wasn't a parent. For all intents and purposes, they were three adults. Two were genuinely kits, but they were living an adult lifestyle, in an adult world, and they were no longer innocent.
They knew all about sex... by word at least, not able to try anything themselves.
Lei had placed a 'No Sex' ban on the den. No ogling, no masturbating, no cuddling below the waist. Himself included.
For two weeks, the sexual tension was stretched thin. Lei had almost broken down, but he knew the reward he would give himself, that epic orgasm he would have.
Ember had no such consolation. She didn't know for sure when and how she would be allowed to cum, if she would be allowed to pet herself or if Master would take care of it for her. It occurred to her that now that she was truly a pet, if Master said no, she might never cum again. She was wet at one point or another almost every day, due to the build up, and the male hormones released from two horny males.
She finally broke, and snuck off in a corner to paw 'just a little', but Lei had caught her by her scent, and gave her a little lesson. He had held her front paws behind her back, breathed on her clit, licked it twice only, then tied all her paws tightly together and left her there alone on her side. The predicament kept her pussy throbbing for the rest of the day, from just after lunch 'til dinner.
She would never make that mistake again. She was now hotter than ever, yet she did not want to risk another, possibly worse, torture for a second offence.
Before they all knew it, it was the eve of the party. Or in a more complicated, yet more correct way, the morning of the day that the party would take place at night. The morn of the party.
In the end, Lei had invited only Miles, Inky, and, of course, X. He had decided that for a party of such legendary caliber as this one, only the most trustworthy of his aquaintances should be invited. And it had seemed to him, more and more, that the less they had to do with the law, and the more time they spent breaking it themselves, the more they could be trusted.
He picked up a little wood box in his Main room, where the entrance of his cave was, and went straight to his bedroom with it.
One of his orders for Ember was that she remained quiet until she was wanted, and rather than take up reading or something of the sort, she preferred to lie quietly and just daydream.
Lei found her on her new spot, at the foot of his bed, where she kept his feet warm. Ember would have been happy to be confined in one of Lei's dungeons, in the room where she formed her only bad memory of Master, but Lei wanted her to be a cozy type of pet. Moreover, those rooms were off-limits except for special occasions. Lei had said he liked to keep the rooms special to him.
She wished she could do more for him, but he wouldn't let her until she had been used at the party. She couldn't fathom why. She figured, though, some rather cruel torture was planned for her. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach it would take advantage of her built up need.
Lei sat down next to her and gave her a couple pats on her head. "Want a present?"
She grinned, and nodded frantically.
"Here," he said as he handed her the box. It was light, and lightly colored. She didn't know what could be in it. But it was a gift from Master. And it was the first parcel he had ever given her. Even if it was half a cookie, she would cherish it.
But it was not a half cookie. As she opened the gift box, she saw the most beautiful collar and cuffs. They were black in color, and were made with very fine titanium, sprayed with glossy blacking. They were of the finest quality possible with modern methods. She picked up the collar. It felt nearly weightless, as she accidentally lifted it with too much force. She was simply entranced with the way the gloss smoothly reflected the light in a single white streak of sheen.
And those anchors... The cuffs each had an anchor, or clip, that would permit easy and comfortable attachment to chains for 'anytime bondage'.
She remembered now that conversation Lei had had with her about a week back. They had spoken about collars and cuffs. What they could be used for, the different styles available, and so on. But, as she now realized, he had actually been secretly probing her about what color she liked best, and matte or gloss... adornments... all the details!
"Did... you get this made just for me?" she asked, awestruck.
"Because you're my little pet. You deserve it. I'm the very best. And you're my pet. So you deserve only the best."
"Thank- Thank you..."
"Do you know what day it is?"
She shook her head.
"The party's tonight."
She hopped up and wagged her tail. "Cool! Put my stuff on me!"
"Ask me like a pet should, Em."
Her zip vanished as he called her by her 'rude' name. Shortening a natural name, like hers or her brother's, was rude and demeaning, and was only done to prisoners, outcasts, and pets. Lei only called her that, though, when she was not behaving.
"I'm very sorry. Please punish me for that," she said, softly, eyes cast on the mattress she was sitting on. "Please put the collar and cuffs on me, when you're ready."
"That's better, Em. Hold still," he said, doing so.
As it began to grow dark, Lei began party prep. He had been in town, earlier, to pick up the cuffs, and while he was out, he had placed an order for some easy pawfood with the restaurant that usually catered his parties. He gathered some fresh summer fruit from the shrubs around the area, and, when he got home, got his cocktail set ready.
He loved drinking, but he was no simple boozer. He had a whole set of liquors, and lots of fancy bowls and cups to drink from. He called Flare over to his little cabinet in the Main room, where this was all kept, and showed him how to mix a grown-up drink. Calling him 'my little helper', he gave him a shot of fres Los, a sweet liquor made from fermented fresfruit syrup, mixed with distilled alcohol from fresfruit right before serving.
"It's harsh," Flare said. But he happily downed the whole shotcup.
Presently, the guests arrived, having traveled together for safety: X, Miles, Inky. It was now underway.
21 - The Eve of the Party
Ember's heart leapt as she heard commotion and guests in the Main room, but she did as she was told and placed her trust in Master, that he would come get her when needed. And sure enough, there he was.
She was led out to the front, where she saw her brother mixing drinks. At first, she felt left out, but then she immediately remembered that this party was basically depending on her. Any knowledge or skill in drink mixing meant nothing compared to her job. She felt she had gotten the better of her now older brother, once again. She would always win.
Or so she thought.
Miles had a small glass vial in his paw, and in it was a strange looking yellow liquid. She figured it wasn't pee, but still had a sneaking suspicion that it was evil, and would be used on her. She knew that Master knew how to use strange drugs, after that incident with the chloroform.
The free ones just chatted, but you could tell everyone was waiting for sex. She didn't know why they weren't already dicking her. Even Inky looked like she was feeling it. Ember could see her eyeing the assortment of large, handsome, and/or inexperienced males the room provided.
Soon, though, it was made clear. A Growlithe arrived with some food. Catering. She realized now that if someone they didn't know saw what was going to be done to her with their own eyes, it might be reported. And now that her whole life revolved around one Raichu, the last thing she wanted was someone telling her she'd be 'happier' in a foster home.
The meal was paid for, the Growlithe left, and the sort of stuffy tension the air had seemed to lift away. There was plenty of eating meat tidbits, and nice, fresh fruit, and plenty of drinking for every one, but not for Ember. She jealosly saw even her brother having an underage drink, unaware that it was his second. She was told two weeks ago to sit tight and not make a peep until needed, and that is what she did. Angrily.
She was unaware, though, how much everyone was actually eyeing her and looking forward to their turn with her.
Lei, indeed, was very proud of her. She looked a bit annoyed at not being given any food, but she didn't say so. And she didn't complain in other ways. She looked just as she was: an eager to please, needy pet that had been purposely denied attention for the last two weeks.
She suddenly noticed something: the males were beginning to bulge a bit in the groins, and on the bipeds, the tip of the penis could be seen, a sign of pheramones in the air. She knew about pheramones, now. It was Inky, or her. She felt a drip from her thighs, and realized at once how needy she was.
She had been forced to put up with denial for so long, that her brain was becoming quite good at actually ignoring need. But it was not gone. Just hidden. Like suddenly becoming concious of breathing, thinking about pharamones had, for about the sixteenth time that week, reminded her of her constant need.
It was visible to her now, and no longer unable to ignore it, she shuffled her hindquarters uncomfortably, letting the burning continue to torment her. Now she only wished she would come into the party soon, before she burst into tears.
Just as she was about to, Lei decided that she, or possibly he, couldn't wait a moment more.
"How about we move on to the main event?" he said.
No one disagreed. There was a chorus of approval of various sorts. Ember wasn't paying much attention to who said what at this point. All she knew was she was wanting, and finally Master was willing. She would finally get the attention she craved.
Lei roughly picked her up by her collar, nearly choking her, and as he lead the group to his main dungeon, she caught sight of Miles picking up that ominous vial again.
Her heart sank. She realized it during the weeks before, but since the party started, she had been too distracted by lust and impatience to remember the disturbing way Master loved tormenting her, and now she had a horrible, almost nightmarish feeling that she might not be given permission until everyone else was happy. She was, after all, just a pet.
She once again found herself in Lei's special occasions room, and she could see more clearly now than her last time here, when she had been forced to do all these things she now found she loves.
In the ground was a little stake, stuck permanently in the smooth stone ground. It had a ring clasp at it's pole, and she realized that she might very soon be hating those beautiful cuffs that were now attached to all her fours for the rest of her existance. She felt now, when she saw that stake, that she shouldn't have been so honest with Lei at that little chat. The anchors were easy on, easy off. But the cuffs themselves were a symbol of her submittance to Master. They had a permanent key-free locking system. Lock it, and forget it. Thank god she thought they were pretty.
She heard a voice, distracting her from her thoughts. It was Lei.
"Ready to learn how to play the party game, Em?" he said merrily.
Game? Em? Uh oh. She didn't like the sound of that. But at least she was on level now. She had no more hopes of cumming soon. If Master wanted to play a game, she would play, too. But she sure as hell better be allowed to cum during or after.
"Here's the rules," Master said. "Miles?
"Thanks", he said, taking that vial. "This is something we got from the pharmacy. It's a local anesthetic. Rub it on, and the feeling goes away."
Ember felt the blood drain from her face. "Oh, no," she thought.
"But, lucky you! It takes a full thirty minutes to reach complete numbness. Until then, you can still feel a little pleasure. But it diminishes quickly.
"I'm going to chain you up, then apply it to your cunt. You have those thirty minutes to please us all. Except for me. Your paws will be tied, so you've got to use your mouth only. After everyone else has fed you your dinner, I'll fuck you. It will be our first real time together.
"If you managed to please everyone in a timely manner, the straight on sex will be great for you. Otherwise, you'll be numb. And you will feel nothing.
"Also, swallow every bit of your supper, every last drop. You'll be unchained then, so you can lick it all up. It's all you're getting tonight.
"Don't forget that I might decide to give you some discipline tonight, for being so rude with those cuffs. If you're still covered in male juices, well, it just might make things worse. Ready?"
No. She was not ready. She... wanted to say yes, though. Master would only make things bad for her if she refused. Also, she trusted Master. "Yes, please."
The crowd of males lined up, Inky at the very back, as Master began to chain her.
She was first placed over the peg, so that her navel was directly above it. Chained was a misnomer. Lei hooked each of her four anchors directly onto the clasp, and there was no slack.
Her four feet were basically forced onto a single point, like trying to stand on a half of a tiny lilly in the middle of a pond. She couldn't bend her knees to sit, and she was forced to fall back onto her bottom. She felt the cool floor against her parts, leaning forward, her legs stretched out, front and center.
"Great," Master said. He lifted her hind up, using her clasped paws as a sort of hinge against the floor. She felt weak and helpless as she felt his paw in her nethers all of a sudden. It felt great, and she wished it could continue for the rest of the night, but she was no dummy. She knew what was on that paw. A harsh bitter smell confirmed this knowledge. The medicine was being applied.
She felt Master rubbing her for what seemed like ten minutes. He was paying careful attention to her insides, and her clit especially. After this glancing pleasure was over, she was set down on her rear again, and was startled to feel something squish under her quickly numbing flesh.
She looked up at Master, worry in her eyes, and he guessed what she was asking easily.
He patted her, "Just a sponge with more. Don't want it all dripping out, do we?"
She gave a very forced looking smile, and docily shook her head.
"Timer starts, now," Lei announced. "No time to waste. She wants to give now more than she ever has, so honor it. No teasing. Give her what she wants, now!
She was so thankful for Lei's insistance on that last point. He was right on the money, too. She had never felt so eager to please others with sex. She was literally salivating for cock when X came right up to her nose with a full erection.
She gratefully took it all, taking it as deeply as possible. She was not used to the size, and it gagged her as it went into her mouth. X said nothing, merely grunting, as she did whatever she possibly could to get what Master said was going to be her only dinner to come into her mouth. Almost like an infant nursing, she suckled, and nursed, trying to extract the delicious milk she longed to taste. The tasty meat was dribbling pre- into her mouth, and she considered it a flavorful appetizer for the first course.
X sat down, straddling her, with one leg on each side. It was no longer optional to offer deepthroat, as her face was flush with his pubic fur. She smelled sweat there, salty, and somehow strange, somehow welcoming.
She couldn't breathe like this, and she needed air. She swallowed over and over again, letting her throat itself stroke its length in powerful waves of pressure.
Things were getting blacker, but she knew, in the back of her mind, beyond the mist, the lust, just out of concious thought, that if things went wrong here, Master would be there for her, and would never let her get hurt.
She continued, and began to slurp almost in a dream, unaware of that thought deep within the abyss of her own mind, when she felt the cock bulge slightly. Her sides were squeeezed reassuringly as X's legs tensed, and clamped together, and she felt warm sperm flowing down her throat, imagining the relief of a full belly tonight. She would get a nice big meal at this rate.
As the cum was comfortingly pumped straight into her, she was just about to black out completely. It felt terrific. She felt so needy, so neglected, and yet so wonderful. She cared about nothing, and loved everything.
A few spurts later, and the warm, caring penis was swiftly yanked from her mouth, leaving not a drip of white outside her stomach.
At first she felt empty and forgotten, but as the breath returned to her lungs, and oxygen to her brain, her grip on reality quickly returned.
She remembered now that her purpose wasn't to enjoy one cock, but three, and one of her own gender too, before her orgasm was taken away by Master.
She breathed a curse to herself as she saw a shadow approaching her. Every time she just had the best orgasm of her life, Lei, now known as Master, would find some way to top it with an even bigger one. Hopefully she would win this game, so she could get that newest, greatest orgasm that would be her prize. Otherwise... She didn't care to think.
Her fears were allayed slightly as she beheld her big brother. The size difference was nil here, and he was quadrupedal, so he couldn't take the same position a big Rai like X could. He grasped her head and pulled her forward on the little makeshift hinge the cuffs created, and sat down his own rear, with her stretched far ahead, leaning over his crotch.
This position was very uncomfortable for her, almost painful. More unsettling than this though, was the feeling of her vagina as it left the sponge. Or, rather, the lack of it. She realized that she could only barely tell the difference when the sponge wasn't there. She noticed a tingling sensation as her furless flesh left direct contact with the chemical. It felt like a leg that had fallen asleep. She would have hurry to have any chance of making it in time.
Fortunately for her, Flare had cheated on her behalf. He wanted to help as much as possible, so he had been quietly pawing in the background, trying to secretly be ready to blow as fast as possible. He wanted to tie in her mouth again, but he wanted her to win even more.
Needless to say she was panting with desire. It was a matter of a moment with Flare to thrust her head onto his member, taking advantage of her open mouth. Rather than let her do it, he pushed her head up and down, rocking her body forward and back on her hinge. It hurt like hell, but she didn't say anything. After a few minutes, her paws were getting chafed, and she hoped they weren't bleeding. She felt Flare's knot beginning to swell, and she felt him going more gently. She realized he was being careful to keep his knot outside her mouth. She knew she would regret it big time if she took that knot, but she couldn't help it. She wanted it. She needed it.
Right as she saw his orgasm approaching, she took her opportunity. She thrust her head downwards, just as the knot filled up full. It would mean minutes off her time, but Flare gave his quickly, and she had to reward him. Besides, Master said that any sperm lying around would make her punishment for earlier a lot worse than it had to be.
She felt a small, slick stream of big brother's cum, and sucked lovingly as she tried to coax the rest past her bite. The taste of blood was in her mouth, but this had happened before, and she was expecting it. All the same, she tried to open wide so as not to hurt him too badly.
After a few minutes of rewarding him, she tried to pull out against the knot, to no avail. She held her mouth open as far as she could, but it simply would not pop out until it softened a bit.
Fortunately, it didn't take long after she stopped licking and sucking. One agonizing minute, and she was out.
Flare posed a simple question. "Why?"
He got a simple aswer. "I love you."
And next, immediatly replacing an emotionally touched Flare, was Miles.
This one she liked. She waited to see what position the Pikachu would take in this situation. He was only slightly larger than her, only because he was an adult, and he opted to lean her forward like her brother did.
However, Flare had technically been the top. Miles wanted dibs on bottom. "Suck."
Well, maybe a top that didn't do any of the work.
Ember was pleased with the arrangements. She had a thing for Miles. And at least he was letting her be in control of how fast this torture ended.
Desirous of making him squirt as quickly as possible, she attacked his prick with her tongue and lips, putting as much emphasis on speed as grip. She had almost given up on winning now, though she still tried her best. She couldn't even feel the tingling anymore in her pussy, and between her thighs was devoid of all senses. As she sucked and slurped, she felt nothing there, almost as if it was gone.
And strangest of all the feelings she ever had to deal with, she felt a strange sense of relief. She felt that now that she couldn't cum, she didn't have to worry.
She no longer had to worry rushing...
She no longer had to worry about herself...
She no longer had to worry about the game.
She no longer had to worry about her pleasure.
And then it hit her. Like a thunderbolt. She saw the meaning of this. There never was a game. There was no chance in her life she could have beat that medicine's effect time. She was not being toyed with, this was a lesson.
Her pleasure was not important, now. Meaningless. She cared about herself, but... if she couldn't touch herself there now, why bother worrying about it?
She knew she couldn't cum tonight, and would have to wait until morning, or when Master said so. She was as needy as ever, but... she couldn't do anything about it. So why bother worrying about what couldn't be changed? Why bother?
Why bother.
Once she realized this, she suddenly realized what she was doing. She looked cross eyed at her Server's penis. Was she really trying to please it? Or was she just hammering away selfishly, trying to get that cum into her?
She stopped, suddenly. With an abrupt change of pace and intent, that Miles could not understand, she began to slowly lick it more sensuously, more carefully, tenderly going over what she had learned to be the most sensitive parts of this marvelous symbol of males. She felt her eyes tear up as she realized how selfish she had been this whole time.
Miles didn't quite know what to make of this change, but he liked this way much better. He began to encourage her, and tell her what felt good and what felt better. "That's... that's great, Em. Take... the whole thing in your mouth."
She didn't say anything, but she happily did as she was told.
She pushed her whole head forward, possessed by her own need, tempered with the wisdom of hopelessness, and worked her tongue around the base of the shaft, using her whole mouth; her lips, pallate, the back of her throat and even her teeth as she took a quick, playful nip as close to the base as she could.
She knew she was trying her best, and she hoped her Server would have that ultimate climax for her, to make up for the one she obviously would not get.
As she gulped his pre-, keeping his cock nice and clean, she was a little surprised to find herself hoping she might get another dose of this medicine. It helped her know her place, and she couldn't picture herself, normally self-centered and competitive, being so selfless in sex with an orgasm of her own to achieve.
She wanted to cum, but Master wanted her like this. And Master was right.
She was lost in these dreams of selflessness, when she realized Miles had been giving her instructions. And she was actually following them without even thinking!
She focused again on the satisfying her Server. A few more licks, and bobs of her head, and Miles was about to cum.
Panting, he said, "I... want to finish myself. Close your mouth.
She was dissapointed. She couldn't believe it, but her hunger was actually being satisfied by cum. She was less hungry than when she started, but it was mostly purely because of X's size. She didn't want to, but she let it out without complaining.
She was startled when Miles squirted directly on her face, finishing rapidly with his paw. The first shot streaked across her nose, and she gladly licked it off, eager to get a taste. The second shot took her eye out, stinging badly. A third and fourth, across her brow, and Miles was done. He wiped himself off on her cheeks and set her back down on her rear, but she couldn't feel anything down there. She might have been placed on the warm, soft sponge, maybe the cold, hard floor. She couldn't tell. And she was loving it.
One to go.
Inky didn't seem to be especially looking forward to girl on girl, though. "I was kind of hoping... Do any males want a second round? I'd much prefer to make her watch me mate properly. I... want... Um..." she paused. "A-male!" she shot out, somehow contriving to say two words in one syllable.
Ember heard Master give the go ahead. She kind of figured he would. But she wanted to do it herself.
He did make a condition, though. "It has to be Flare, though. She needs to suffer just a bit more."
Well, that did make it worse. Flare didn't complain. He did look at her, as if to say sorry, and she smiled weakly and nodded.
Inky wanted doggystyle, since they were both quads, and she lined up perpendicular to Ember, so she could see her well-maintained profile against her own brother's.
Ember watched with jealosy as Flare took her roughly. She wanted to pay attention, but she looked away. She could hear Inky moaning though, and she couldn't cover her ears. Her privates were missing, and that cute nerdy thing was getting what her own body needed the most. She could just imagine what Inky must be feeling, and what big brother was feeling, and what a great time they were having without her.
In fact, everyone was having a great time without her. She felt she was being left utterly forgotten. She looked over at X. He was looking at the mating lustfully. He was displaying a new, bobbing erection that she knew she would have to deal with. She looked over at Miles, who was stroking himself gently, and she fully realized that he also saving himself for her. After Master. She finally looked at Master. And she saw the most comforting sight she could ever remember.
Master had an erection, too- But he was not looking at the sex. He was looking at her. And he had a caring, loving look in his eyes. It was almost as if he had whispered in her ear, "Your torment will soon be over. And everything will be okay."
Master. He truly did love her, and she knew he always would.
She heard a half-stifled scream, and she looked over at Inky. She was filled with her brother's sperm. And she was cumming. And Ember couldn't care less.
Until she realized that there still was one to go. It was Master's turn. And she would please him the best she knew how.
Master walked over to her. She was shaking, not with need, but with anticipation. Like a king in a long procession, whose entry had been lead up to by knights and viscounts, each service she gave had lead up to this, this one moment, where she could prove herself to her Master.
She knew this wasn't game, but a test. She would pass it.
She felt so much stress in her bodies lower half, that she was again finding it difficult to control herself. "You won't cum. He won't let you, and you won't be able to anyways. Give him what he denies you." she told herself, trying to get a grip on her emotion.
To her surprise, Master didn't seem to want her to do that sort of thing. Instead, he spoke to her.
"I saw what happened with Miles. You figured it out, didn't you?"
She nodded, her face was forward, and she tried not to smile.
"You won the real game. Good girl!" he said, rubbing her behind her ears. "For your reward... I'll tell you a secret. Does it feel tingly?"
She shook her head no. But then she realized, it did feel a little tingly. A new hope began to overcome her, as she realized that the stuff might actually wear off before morning.
Though she knew to keep quiet, she was being asked a question. So she risked two words. "A little..."
"I have waited here for forty minutes, trying not to touch myself, for you."
"Here," he said, unshackling one of her paws. He brought his erection close. It had a real stream of pre-, as he had tried his best to let it drip and run without wiping it off. "Lick it off gently, but don't give too much pleasure."
She was extremely confused as to why he didn't want pleasure from his pet, but she knew he must have something extra special planned for her.
As she licked it up, careful not to have too much skin contact, she began to feel a bigger tingling in between her hind legs. She felt heat there... and wetness! Her genitals were being returned to her!
Master's dick bounced as she took one last, very grateful lick.
"Now," he said, "take your paw and rub the shaft only, gently. When you see me begin to cum, stop. Just waste the sperm on your face, without touching me."
Now she was wide eyed. Why would Master want her to torture him? There was a reason, though. There had to be. Because Master said to do it.
She did so, stroking so very gently and tenderly, blissfully unaware of everyone on the sidelines behind her, watching the show. She saw it bounce, and she opened her mouth just in time to take his cum. She always liked this flavor the best. She kept her mouth open wide, with his penis just inside, and he squirted four times inside for her. His tip hit the roof of her mouth each time, but it was just enough pleasure to bring about the next bounce, and no more.
She loved that taste. But being denied himself in no way satisfied Ember. She wanted to reward her Master for teaching her such a valuable lesson, not vengeance!
Master unclasped her, and let her relax on her side for a bit. She felt great neediness, and she was just about to paw herself, when Master caught her paw. She looked over at his cock, and saw it was still big.
She didn't know why she couldn't figure it out before, but she knew what he was up to now.
He had had no attention or stimulation, and pheramones all around him- just like her. And instead of cumming quickly inside her, and taking her as a toy, he had sacrificed the release and pleasure of his own load in order to last as long as it took inside her to break through the medicine, which was still making her a little numb.
Now Master was left without any sperm inside to satisfy his still burning lust. He would now be able to give his little pet the time of her life, while his body rushed to produce enough to have a small squirt or two. This was her reward, not his.
With their backs to the audience patiently waiting their turn, they cuddled together and began the long, long night all over again.