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Apologies for the delay. Editing has always been a pain and I had to get some unrelated study finished before I could start working on this story again. Plus side, that's done. Downside, the lock-down imposed by the Queensland government does not guarantee that I will have a whole bunch of time free to work on my stories as there is a list of tasks at home to be completed (of which I am glad some are finished as one of them is "organise the firewood before the weather here turns and it becomes intolerably cold". However, the editing is finished (and I have realised that I fling commas around like crazy) and this gives us part one of chapter seven. At over 13,000 words you can understand why I decided to break this chapter in two and give you this part first. This also makes tagging SO much easier.

Developing these characters is so fascinating and how they interact with each other. Won't spoil to much, but I'm enjoying building up Felicity's sense of dominance so she will feel some severe shock when she finally comes up against someone who doesn't argue or fight with her, merely tells her no and there's nothing she can do about it. I suppose I can spoil this part as it's technically already in the story cannon, but I so look forward to write the relationships between Zurack and Felicity, and the sexual tension shall be palpable.

Anyway, I have work to do and do my best to not lose my mind binging 4 times the recommended daily dose of energy drinks and propose theories on what I have come to call the "Kinsey cloud", based off the Kinsey scale of sexual attraction, which in the end results in a multidimensional objects with a complexity that would baffle quantum physicists. Yes, that happened, it was a complex night.

"The principle of the Kinsey cloud works along the idea that one's sexuality and sexual identity is not a fixed point, nor is it static.

In principle, the major shape is formed by one's genetic material. However, as one's biological sexual cloud is exposed to the environment, it will be shaped and adjusted. (For the sake of simplicity we shall ignore all elements of alternative timelines and scenarios as that will overly complicate an already complicated idea, but we shall introduce it again later.)

Now the probabilities of a relationship forming between two people relies upon these two Kinsey clouds having crossover for the two people and in the right ways.

The fact that elements of the Kinsey cloud can be pruned by environmental factors is demonstrated by the phrase "in another life/time/universe we could have been friends". This suggests that by environmental pruning one can alter the cloud.

However, evidence also shows that one cannot shape the cloud too fill a desired shape (at this time) as "Gay conversion camps" demonstrate. A person with strong bisexual elements can be pruned environmentally to ignore homosexual elements, but in a homosexual (where few or no heterosexual traits exist), this "therapy" doesn't work as the required behaviours and attractions are absent." - Avanti Halfhorse, the Kinsey cloud hypothesis (Not sucking my own dick here, it does fit to the story.)

With Lieutenant Kitty and Provisional Gareth out gathering intel, Felicity felt sure that her evening wasn't going to be wasted.

"Good evening, your Highness," Madame Fiona said as Felicity came out of the kitchen. "It is a pleasure to see you. I trust your trip here was uneventful?"

"As uneventful as I expected," Felicity said as she took her cloak off to reveal her Ranger uniform beneath. "I trust my slave has been behaving himself."

"Dovan and Corvin did not have any trouble from him, but then again they were introducing him to just what can happen when you are disobedient."

"So what training will we be starting with this evening?"

"If you will excuse me for sounding rude, but perhaps we should start with your training, your Highness. He is something different to what you have experienced before."

"Are you saying that I am unable to handle him?"

"It's a matter of what you want to do with him. If your intent is to drag him around in chains like some prize you enjoy from time to time then you are more than capable, but if you want a loyal servant then you will have to change not only his behaviour, but yours as well. Male wolves need a more assertive master than a horse does, for horses can be easily convinced that their best interest comes from the service of their master. For a wolf like yours, one that has been so... 'wild' for so long, you will need to create a sense of loyalty in him. He needs to feel that you are worthy of his loyalty and never see an opportunity to assert his authority over yours. Once you have his loyalty then his obedience will follow in short order."

"All well and good in words, but what about actions?"

"Show care and concern sometimes, but maintain your dominance and do not fear to discipline him the rest of the time. In my experience, simply showing your unwillingness for your property to be damaged can encourage this loyalty."

"And you believe that we can have him ready for the Slaver's ball?"

"I do believe that it can be done, but I do not wish to guarantee anything at this point."

"Then time is of the essence. I suggest we begin immediately."

Though he had once again been bound in bracers, hobbles, and muzzle after his bath, Adolphus found that sleep wasn't so difficult to achieve when there wasn't a crazed she-wolf watching him sleep. The few hours he managed to get certainly made up for the lack of sleep the night before. He was mostly dozing when he heard the sound of a wood baton loudly tapping the iron bars of his cell.

"It is time for you to serve," he heard Dovan say as a key was pushed into a lock and turned. "I suggest you prepare yourself for a difficult night of training; the first day is always the most trying."

"I was a soldier you know," Adolphus said as he struggled to sit up. "I have been through worse."

Dovan let out a chuckle as he swung the door open and walked into the cell.

"At least you have a tolerance for pain," Dovan said as he attached a set of reigns to the rings on Adolphus' leather muzzle, "but pain alone is not what you will deal with this evening. Have you ever been bred by a stallion before?"

Adolphus gulped as he remembered what that mare in the carriage had said about a promise.

"No."

"In time you may come to appreciate one thing about being a slave," Dovan said as he began to lead Adolphus from the small cell. "You tend to be ignored when you're doing your job properly and your betters will talk about things as if you were not there."

"So what do you know about the stallion?"

"Do you know who Captain Razher is?"

"Yeah, he's a rather large anthro stallion. Probably from one of the old forest tribes."

"I can trust that you feel you have no allies here, but do you trust me and Corvin?"

"Is there a reason I should trust you?"

"A question with two answers," Dovan said as he stopped and looked at Adolphus. "Corvin and I have shown you no ill will nor any unjustified violence. We are your new colleagues and the ones who can help you with what is about to come. Perhaps that is a good reason to trust us."

"Will I be mounted by a stallion this evening?"

"Of the anthros the stallions from the forest tribes tend to be larger in size and rougher when it comes to how they fuck. Have you ever received a male before?"

"No."

"Then we do not have much time. We can help make what you are about to go through a lot easier than if you decide to go without, but we will need you to trust us."

"What are you going to do?" Adolphus asked nervously.

He didn't want to be in this part of town, but his father had insisted that he should spend time with his fiancee. As he looked out the window of his family's sedan chair Lucious wondered why Felicity would be in the pleasure district at a place called "Madame Fiona's Den of the She-Wolves". He had heard vague rumours of the Princess' voracious sexual appetite, but he didn't understand why she would be interested in a lupine brothel when she could have any slave she could want. His first thought had been that perhaps Felicity was making a visit to talk business with the owner, but the Royal page had not known where Felicity had gone and it had been Celdepah, her personal slave (who was a rather fine example of a stallion slave he had to admit) who had told him where she had gone. Felicity was a strange mare that he couldn't understand (if he'd ever stood a chance to understand her to begin with).

He felt the sedan chair being lowered to the ground before one of the antho stallion carriers announced that they had arrived. As the door was opened and he stepped out, he looked at the building they had stopped in front of.

"Are you certain this is the right place?" Lucious asked as he looked around for some sign of where they were.

"We have come to the rear door," Bryce (the front porter) noted, "as is the custom."

Lucious did his best to not look at Bryce as his face brought back too many memories of the love they once shared, and his shame for turning his love away in the name of family. This was his father's way to tempt him and see just how honest he was about his reformation.

"Thank you Bryce," Lucious said as he did his best to avoid glancing at the fine example of stallion next to him, "I shan't be needing you for the rest of the evening."

"Your father insisted that you are to be escorted while you are out in the city, sir."

"I have come to spend time with my fiance to discuss business. I do believe that it would be a waste of your services to have you waiting out here in the street all night."

"It is by your father's order that we watch you, sir," Bryce insisted. "We would be failing in our duties if we did not escort you."

"Nor can we have you waiting at the rear entrance of a brothel with the family's sedan chair."

"We have our orders, sir."

'Oh Bryce,' Lucious thought to himself with a sigh, 'you're a loyal fool.'

"This whole conversation could be a waste of time anyway," Lucious said as he walked towards the door. "Let us see if they will entertain us first before we finish this."

This was something he'd never done before. He wondered just what he'd say when the doorman answered, but he had come this far and he could imagine his father's anger if he had come home early.

The door opening suddenly and a female anthro wolf curtsying for him wasn't what he had expected.

"It is a pleasure to see you this evening," the she-wolf said as she held her curtsy. "The Madame is honoured to have your patronage."

"Thank you," was all he could stutter at first, "but I cannot say my business this evening is that of pleasure, but of commerce. Is your Mistress available to see me?"

"Please do not think that I am intending to insult your importance, good sir, but my Mistress is engaged with a VERY important client at the moment and is unable to be disturbed."

He was about to accept this answer, but the teachers on his sabbatical had drilled it into him that a proper stallion is to be confident.

"I am certain that her client is important, but please tell her that Lucious, son of Baron Don Val Morlaver, is here to discuss business and would be willing to wait for a moment of her time."

"I can ask her, sir, but..."

"I come on behalf of my fiancee, Princess Felicity Casper."

"Of course, sir," the she-wolf said as she bowed and curtsied lower. "I shall do my best to get you an answer post haste."

"Good. I shall wait in your parlour for a response. Can you also accommodate my sedan porters so we do not appear to be a group of thieves lurking in some back alley."

Felicity gently swirled a half-glass of wine in her paw as a pair of she-wolves massaged her legs. Madame Fiona was talking with one of her servants by the door, but it appeared as if she was well aware of her audience and spoke with them in very hushed tones.

"The sons of nobles," Madame Fiona muttered as she returned to her high-back leather chair. "Demanding my time as if their father's title makes them important."

"Who was it?" Felicity asked as she took a sip from her glass.

"Lucious, of all people."

Felicity stopped drinking and pulled the glass back from her lips.

"He had the gall to claim that you are his fiancee as well!"

"He is," Felicity noted.

"Forgive me your Highness," Madame Fiona apologised hastily, "but I didn't know."

"It's fine," Felicity said as she held up her paw to stop Madame Fiona's apology. "You didn't know as we have yet to announce it."

"Should I send him away?"

"Where is he?"

"He's waiting in the parlour. I just told my slave to send him away."

"We shall have a chat," Felicity sighed. "This appears to be a matter I shall have to deal with."

"Stop her!" Madame Fiona shouted at one of her other slaves, who immediately took off at a run after the first one.

Felicity stood up with a sigh and the she-wolves that were rubbing her legs got out of the way.

"Have you not heard the rumours about Lucious?" Madame Fiona asked as Felicity put her glass on a small table by the armchair she had been resting in.

"If these are the rumours that he enjoys the company of males exclusively, then I can assure you that while they are to remain rumours, they are at least credible rumours."

"And the rumour that the Baron was infuriated that his only son was caught being mounted by one of the house servants?"

"The fool sent him away on some sabbatical as a response. Lucious has told me everything."

"So what do you gain from marrying a stallion who does not have a physical interest in you?"

"Fiona, please do not tell me you are so naive that you cannot believe I would not marry for convenience."

"I don't wish to suggest you wouldn't make such a choice, but Lucious? I do feel that he might not be up to the task of deceiving either your father or his own."

"You seem to know a lot about Lucious and his private activities."

"It pays to know who may be a future client amongst the nobles and just what their tastes may be."

Felicity stopped for a moment and thought about what Madame Fiona had said.

"It looks like we have another to train as well."

Lucious sat in the parlour with his legs crossed and one of his hooves twitching nervously while the sudden confidence he had found seeped away. He was out of the depth of his experience. A she-wolf had come to talk to him, but before she could have said anything she had been pulled aside by another to talk before the two of them left. That was a trick he recognised; it was one his father did all the time to elude a sense of reluctant generosity. However it always seemed more like indecision to him with the second one countermanding the first in the middle of the answer. This was different as the second had just stopped the first before they had given him any answer.

As he contemplated this new addition to an otherwise old trick, a third servant entered the parlour.

"Has Madame Fiona finally decided to see me?" He asked as he stood up in anticipation of being called into the rest of the building.

"Actually, sir, Princess Felicity has asked to see you."

It appeared as if Celdepah hadn't been lying.

"A strange turn," he replied as he tried to show some surprise.

The she-wolf bowed and gestured for him to enter.

He was shown into an office and asked to have a seat in one of the rather comfortable chairs in front of the desk. He didn't have long to wait before someone entered the room. He turned to see Felicity standing with her back to the door, dressed in a pair of dark trousers and tunic, with a rather annoyed look on her face.

"Why are you here Lucious, and more important, how did you know I was here?"

"Your servant Celdepah informed me you were here after your house page said you were out," Lucious replied. "I came at my father's insistence as he said I should spend time with you to strengthen the bonds between us."

"Of course he would," Felicity groaned as she put a paw to her brow and rolled her head back, "and you, the obedient colt, obeyed."

"I don't think..." Lucious began to interrupt.

"Lucious, you are a loyal slave to your father, but that needs to change. I do not wish to swap one old stallion trying to control my life for another."

"I have no intentions of controlling your life."

"Your father reckons he can by controlling you. That needs to stop if we're going to make this work."

"I am not my father's puppet!" Lucious shouted as he stood up and gave Felicity an angry stare

Felicity wasn't intimidated. She walked over to him and though he was taller than her, she put a finger to his chest and made him sit back down just by pushing him gently.

"Sorry," Lucious stammered as he looked away from Felicity's piercing gaze.

"I can free you from your father's control," Felicity said as she put a hoof up on the arm rest of the seat, spreading her legs for Lucious, "but to do so, you will become a stallion."

"I am a stallion," Lucious whined, trying not to look at Felicity's crotch.

"Do you feel that a sheathe and a sac full of stones make a stallion?" Felicity asked as she cupped the crotch of her trousers. "I may possess the sex of a mare, but I have more of what makes a stallion than you do. I have seen what I wanted and taken it, even claiming sexual prizes and conquests. I can wield a sword or bow and have beaten masters of fighting in one-on-one combat. I command the loyalty of the Rangers and my servants. I shall be a queen that puts my father's reign to shame and I shall make you a stallion, but only if you have the will to become one."

Was... Was he becoming aroused? Was a mare, one who had just humiliated him, turning him on? He looked up at Felicity with a sense of fear. Not a fear that she would punish him, but a fear that she wouldn't.

"Can you do that?" He stuttered. "Make me a stallion?"

Felicity gave an annoyed snort as she looked down at him with a disapproving gaze.

"Can I make you a stallion?" Felicity scoffed. "That's not up to me, is it?"

"But..."

"I can teach or train, but in the end you're the one that makes the choice to change."

She was right. It was his choice and one that only he could make.

"I-I-I I want to be a stallion," Lucious said hesitantly.

"Don't hesitate," Felicity warned. "Say it properly."

"I want you to make me a stallion," Lucious said as he looked up and caught Felicity's gaze. "You will teach me to be like you."

"Good," Felicity said as she took her hoof off the arm rest. "Learn from me and I shall shape you into someone better."

"The teachers on my sabbatical said the same thing and they didn't succeed."

"Those fools believes that a stallion should be the dominant one," Felicity scoffed as she walked to sit on the edge of the desk, "running around causing trouble for others. They don't understand that a stallion can dominate on the battlefield and yet be sweet and submissive when at home. I'll succeed because I won't change who you love or how, just how you express yourself to those around you."

"And how will you do that?"

"Kiss my hoof," Felicity ordered.

"Wh-what?" Lucious stammered, the surprise in his mind also spurring the arousal in his loins.

"I know of only one way to make you a stallion, but I won't do it if you won't submit to my orders."

"Do your Rangers kiss your hooves?" Lucious asked as he stood up and slowly walked over to Felicity.

"My Rangers aren't going to marry me," Felicity said as she lifted one of her hooves up from the floor to hold it about 20cm aloft. "Now show your loyalty to me, my future husband, and kiss my hoof."

Lucious dropped to his knees and, with great care, took Felicity's hoof in his paws. Ever so carefully he brought his muzzle down so his lips kissed the hard keratin of Felicity's hoof before letting it down to the floor and bowing his head to show his submission.

"I am your student," he said as he put his paws on his thighs to hold himself in his kneeling bow, "and you are my master."

"And I shall shape you into a fine husband, even if I do not enjoy all of your talents."

When Dovan and Corvin had promised to help, Adolphus hadn't expected to end up tied to a whipping post with his arms held above him by his bracers and his chest pressed against the wood.

"Perhaps I don't quite understand what you're doing, but how is this going to help with being fucked by a stallion?"

"Have patience," Dovan said as he took a spreader bar down from the wall, "we do not wish to rush this part."

"Forgive my impatience, but I don't know what your plan is."

"We are going to stretch you out a little," Dovan said as he knelt down to attach the bar to Adolphus' left bracer, "then apply some lotion that should help with the pain."

"And how are you going to stretch me out?" Adolphus asked nervously. "Claim it for yourself?"

"Time is of the essence," Dovan noted, "and to be honest, your body does not interest me. Corvin may lack the ability to do such things, but he is skilled in many different techniques that shall suffice."

Corvin stood next to Adolphus and gave him a small wave and a smile.

"I don't know about this," Adolphus noted as he looked at Corvin.

"Tonight a stallion will claim your tailhole for the first time. Your choice is to accept our help or to not; that's the only choice you have."

"But what is he actually going to do?"

"You seem like the sort of wolf who has a number of sexual conquests under your belt. So tell me; have you ever had someone lick your tailhole before?"

"No," Adolphus whined as he looked away from Corvin. "Will it hurt?"

Dovan stood up, took Adolphus by the chin and looked him in the eyes.

"The one piece of advice that I can give you concerning all that will happen to you tonight is this; don't clench. You will hurt, and you will want to try to resist whatever is pushing into you, but you must resist the urge to clench against it or you will injure yourself. It will hurt, but tomorrow it won't hurt as much."

"You seem to know a lot about it."

"It is advice and care I wish I had my first time," Dovan replied with a cold tone. "Corvin, you may begin."

Adolphus wasn't lying when he said that he had never had anyone lick his tailhole. In fact, no one had touched his tailhole since he had been able to clean himself as a pup. He tried to look back and see what Corvin was doing, but as Corvin lift his tail and began to nuzzle at his pucker he lost sight of him.

"Relax," Dovan ordered. "Corvin is so skilled with his tongue that you may come to enjoy it, if you can surrender yourself to it."

"You can understand that this is a bit nerve-wracking for me," Adolphus noted. "It's a bit of a private area."

"It's your Mistress' now," Dovan pointed out.

Adolphus clenched in surprise as he felt a wet nose pressing right up against his tailhole and blowing a puff of warm air over it.

"Do not think that just because I am doing this to help you that I will not punish you for disobeying me," Dovan threatened. "Relax and let Corvin do his work."

"It just feels weird," Adolphus said as he felt Corvin's tongue give his tailhole a gentle lick, making him twist in reflex to try and avoid the weird sensation.

"This is the last time I shall tell you to relax," Dovan said as he walked over to a nearby rack and picked up a cane. "Relax or I shall give you lashes."

Adolphus did his best to relax, but he couldn't get over just how weird it felt to have a male wolf licking his tailhole.

As he tried to lift himself up and away from Corvin and his tongue, he felt the sharp sting of the cane strike across the middle of his back.

"Relax, slave," Dovan ordered him as he felt the burning of the lash on his back.

Adolphus did his best to relax and let Corvin work, but it was unnerving and he couldn't stop wriggling. The second blow from the cane struck him almost on top of the first and the sting became much more painful as it inflamed the first.

"Relax, slave," Dovan ordered once again, his voice not changing in tone.

"I'm trying," Adolphus replied, desperate to avoid the next blow, but to no avail.

The third blow fell on top of the other two and Adolphus let out a whine as he jumped.

"Do not try, simply relax, slave. Surrender and enjoy what pleasures you can."

Adolphus did his best to relax his body and instead tried to think about holding his tail up, the way the bracers chaffed a bit, or how his back stung like mad, anything but Corvin's tongue licking his tailhole more eagerly than he should.

"Good, now we move on to the next bit."

"The next...?"

Before Adolphus could finish his question he felt his tailhole being slowly opened up by Corvin's probing tongue. This intrusion caught him off guard and he immediately tensed up, only to receive another lash.

"Relax, slave."

"It just feels so unnatural," Adolphus groaned as he relaxed his body as best he could.

"You are in Balazaar," Dovan noted. "This whole city is unnatural."

It was weird to feel a tongue sliding into his tailhole, but Adolphus focused on resisting his urge to squeeze the tongue slipping through his pucker. The tongue seemed to slowly get thicker as it wriggled through his virgin tailhole and Adolphus didn't realise what was going on until Dovan spoke up.

"Your discipline is impressive," Dovan complimented. "I think Corvin has his tongue all the way in."

Adolphus didn't particularly care to know that fact, the thought of Corvin's tongue all the way into his tailhole sent a shiver up his spine, but he kept his muscles in check and didn't move.

"Does it feel good?" Dovan asked as he put the tip of the cane under Adolphus' chin to direct his attention towards him.

"If I can be honest, I'm just trying to focus," Adolphus admitted.

"If that works for you; your enjoyment isn't necessary, just his," Dovan said as he let the cane drop.

"But how will this help with the pain?"

"The tongue is just to help you get used to the sensation. In a moment Corvin will move onto the next part and start using his fingers to stretch you out. Then we'll add some numbing lotion to help take the edge off the pain you'll feel when the stallion gets his claim."

"So it won't hurt?"

"It will hurt less," Dovan pointed out. "Too much lotion and your tailhole will be so numb you won't be able to squeeze."

"I thought you said not to squeeze."

"I said not to clench," Dovan reminded Adolphus. "Squeezes are gentle and can help as stallions enjoy a good squeeze."

Adolphus let out a surprised yip as Corvin suddenly pulled his tongue free, and Dovan wasted no time bringing the cane down on Adolphus' back.

"Relax," Dovan cautioned, "you are not finished."

"I'm sorry, my focus slipped."

"Ensure that it doesn't happen again."

Corvin stood up and Adolphus glanced over his shoulder to watch him dip two of his fingers into a ceramic jar filled with a white paste.

"So that's the numbing stuff?"

"Correct. I keep some ready in case a slave has a rough or violent client."

"So will this hurt?" Adolphus asked as Corvin put the jar down and grabbed the base of Adolphus' tail with his clean paw.

"It will sting, but as long as you relax it won't sting for long."

Adolphus closed his eyes and did his best to focus as he felt a rounded claw-tip almost tickling his tailhole. It was soon followed by a press of a fingertip and Adolphus took a deep breath. As the finger gently pushed against his pucker, Adolphus found that it didn't hurt that much and wasn't as bad as when Corvin's tongue first entered him. As the finger slipped deeper, Adolphus was surprised when he felt the sudden rush of pleasure throb through his crotch. He expected a strike for flinching, but none came.

"What the hell was that?" Adolphus asked with surprise.

"It is your prostate," Dovan noted. "I do not know what it does, but I can tell you that it is enjoyable to have stimulated."

"I can see why some males like to take the malehood of others," Adolphus noted as he felt Corvin's finger begin to rub it again, making the throb in his crotch grow.

"And it appears that you are enjoying it as well," Dovan noted as he put the end of the cane up against the tip of Adolphus' cock as it slipped from his sheath.

"I..., I don't mean to," Adolphus stammered.

"Probably not," Dovan said as he stroked the tip of Adolphus' cock with the end of the cane, "but in our profession we try and take what pleasure we can."

Dovan took the cane away from Adolphus' sheath as he stepped closer and placed his other paw upon the swelling member.

"You... You don't have to do that," Adolphus stammered.

"I do believe that it is only fair that you reward Corvin for her services," Dovan noted, "and as I said before; it is best that you take from this job what pleasures you can."

"And what pleasures does he want for his services?"

"Do not worry yourself too much," Dovan chuckled, "Corvin is a wolf of simple tastes."

Adolphus heard an angry snap of jaws behind him and Dovan simply laughed.

"The feeling of a male filling him with his warm gift is often enough," Dovan added.

"He wants me to mount him?"

"Probably." Corvin gave another angry snap of his jaw. "But we do not have time for you to shrink after you have finished. Filling his maw will be enough for his satisfaction."

"If he's happy with that..."

Corvin ran his fingertip over Adolphus' prostate again and made him squeeze in surprise.

"I would say that is a 'yes'," Dovan chuckled, "but that will have to wait. Corvin, the second one now."

He had the briefest shock as he felt Corvin's second finger against his tailhole, but the second finger seemed to ease in without any issue.

"That was painless," Adolphus noted as he felt the two fingers stretching his tailhole.

"The lotion must be working," Dovan noted with his usual straight-forward tone. "Give Corvin's fingers a gentle squeeze."

Adolphus tensed his tailhole, careful not to apply too much strength.

"Try a bit more," Dovan suggested.

Adolphus squeezed again, but with a bit more force. He heard the rapid clacking of jaws and let go.

"A bit too much, but it demonstrates that you still have most of your strength. Let's try three Corvin and then we had better ready him for his performance tonight."

He felt a muzzle rubbing against the middle of his back and heard a disappointed sigh.

"I know you want to spend more time with him, but you know our Mistress has a schedule to keep."

He felt Corvin lift his head from his back and fingers wriggling in his tailhole.

"Yes, you are entitled to your pay, but do be quick about it."

"Pay?" Adolphus asked, confused by Dovan's comment.

"That warm feeling he wants inside of him," Dovan explained. "Though you may have never had someone play with your tailhole before, I can assume that someone has sucked your cock before?"

"Y-yes," Adolphus stammered as he felt Dovan was insulting his sexual reputation.

"Good, then this won't be anything new for you."

As he felt Corvin's third finger slip into his tailhole, he also felt his hips being twisted and a warm tongue licking at the tip of his cock.

"I don't wish to brag for my colleague, but Corvin is quite skilled with his mouth and tongue."

As he felt the eunuch's muzzle sliding down his length, Adolphus couldn't believe that not only was a male wolf (even if he was castrated) was sucking on his cock, but he was enjoying it, especially as said eunuch fingered his tailhole with three digits.

"Oh Thorn," Adolphus moaned, "I think I'm about to cum."

"Do not feel bad, Corvin is a master after-all."

No she-wolf had ever been this good, even when sex had been their trade. Corvin's tongue rubbed and massaged his cock as he closed his eyes and did his best to not feel emasculated by a male sucking on his member. He wanted to resist, but as Corvin's lips squeezed his knot there was no way he was going to be able to hold back.

"Oh shit," Adolphus groaned as he felt his body give in to Corvin's skill.

He couldn't buck as he was pressed against the pillar, but he did his best to push his cock deep into Corvin's muzzle while his prostate throbbed and his seed spilled into the mouth of the mute wolf. He heard a happy sigh from the wolf as he started swallowing the rather large load Adolphus was giving him. All he could do in response was moan loudly as each throb of his cock shot more seed into a happy Corvin's muzzle.

It was a while before he felt the last of what his body could give ooze into Corvin's mouth and the now happy slave pulled his muzzle from Adolphus' softening member.

"Why did that feel so good?" Adolphus panted as Corvin pulled his fingers free of Adolphus' tailhole.

"I would say that it is the first rule of sex," Dovan said as he walked up to Adolphus with a bucket of water and a washcloth. "Who knows the pleasure of a male better than another male?"

"I wouldn't know anything about that," Adolphus replied while Dovan cleaned his cock with a wet cloth.

"Because it's not a masculine thing to enjoy the sexual company of another male?" Dovan asked with a scoff. "The proud and honourable male shouldn't be the one to be mounted by another?"

"Hey, I know it's not what everyone thinks..."

"But for you, this is your rule?" Dovan interrupted.

"Yeah...," Adolphus hesitated.

"Perhaps you should think about this rule of yours, because it will bring you a lot of personal humiliation for something that Corvin enjoys without shame."

"But I'm not a slave."

"Tonight shall be a learning experience for you," Dovan said as he untied the rope that held Adolphus' arms high up the post and lowered them back down. "A humiliating one that will make you appreciate your new role as a slave. One who will probably have a stallion in either your mouth or tailhole several times in your life."

Lucious followed Felicity into the Library where a she-wolf, a shorter mare, and a rather tall and handsome stallion were waiting.

"Ah Commander, it's good to see you," the stallion said as he saluted her with a glass of wine. "Madame Fiona told us you had some business to take care of."

He was quite handsome and it was obvious that he didn't have a sedentary lifestyle. Lucious gulped as he tried to stop looking at the stallion, embarrassed that he was staring.

"Razher, Tharmina, Fiona, I would like to introduce you to my fiance; Lucious, son of Baron Don Val Morlaver," Felicity said as returned to the armchair she had been sitting in before. "Lucious, these are my Captains; Razher and Tharmina, and Madame Fiona, who has graciously offered her services to train my new slave."

"It is a pleasure to meet all of you," Lucious said nervously as he stood next to Felicity's chair and gave a small wave.

There was silence for a moment as the three of them sized Lucious up.

"Commander, you know he prefers stallions, right?" Razher asked rather brashly.

He felt a sense of shock shoot through him, surprised Razher has been able to read him so easily.

"How do you know Razher?" Felicity asked with a smile as she looked up at Lucious.

"I've seen him around the taverns," Razher noted, "but if you must know; no, colts aren't my thing. I prefer a bit more maturity."

"Sir," Lucious interrupted, feeling rather insulted, "I'll have you know that I am 25 years old."

Razher walked over and stood before him, the stallion's towering frame making him feel rather short and somewhat intimidated.

"From the rumours I've heard, perhaps 'filly' would be more to your liking," Razher said as he leaned down a bit closer to him.

Oh Faredae. This stallion was in charge here and with his size advantage and fitness, Razher would have easily thrown him across the room with a quick toss. He wanted to be frightened, brave, and aroused at the same time. Of all the things he wanted to do though was kiss the stallion who was standing over him. The harsh lessons that had been drilled into him in Sa Me Tona still rang in his ears, that what he was feeling was wrong, but he was going to disobey that fear first.

"I suppose it doesn't matter if you call me a colt or a filly," Lucious said as he felt a sudden surge of courage fill him, "but as I will be marrying your commander, it will either be 'sir' or 'madam'. Now either kiss me or get out of my face; this sexual tension is turning me on."

With the exception of the fireplace, the room was dead silent. It was Felicity who broke out into laughter first.

"Oh, Lucious will make a great husband," Felicity laughed as everyone looked at her with surprise, "and an even better stallion."

Razher followed suit and wrapped an arm around Lucious' shoulder as he also started laughing.

"That took a lot of guts little colt," Razher chuckled. "I might even take you up on your offer when you grow up a bit."

"Thank you," Lucious said as he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"But we have a lot of work ahead of us to reach that point," Razher added.

"And I am sure that will keep us rather busy," Felicity pointed out. "Lucious is our new provisional."

"You want to make this son of a merchant into a Ranger?" Tharmina scoffed. "I don't think he has the fitness to become a regular guard."

"Then who would you prefer to become the commander of the Rangers if my father demands I stand down from my post?"

"Well Razher is your second-in-command," Tharmina pointed out, "so it should fall to him."

"Do you think my father would let me marry your husband?" Felicity asked as she took a sip from her glass.

"That's... a good point."

"King Razher has a good ring to it," Razher said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"NO!" Felicity and Tharmina shouted simultaneously.

"Neither of you let me have any fun," Razher grumbled as he walked back over to stand beside his wife.

"We are here precisely so you can have fun," Tharmina pointed out.

"My father would rather have you hung than have a highwayman as a son-in-law, especially if he was to take the crown," Felicity pointed out.

"And you think he'll let this colt take the crown?" Razher scoffed.

"Hey!" Lucious shouted out in protest.

"Don't worry, Lucious will make a fine commander and stallion," Felicity said as she looked up at Lucious as he stood beside her, "because we will make him a fine commander and stallion."

"We have quite the task ahead of us," Razher noted. "Do you think it's possible?"

"When you take into account the cost of failure and what I have to work with, Lucious here is the best chance we have of success. We will make it work, or there will be no more Rangers."

"So we all have a lot to lose," Lucious concluded.

"Commander, do you think he really has what it takes to..." Razher began, before he was interrupted by Lucious.

"I don't care for the Rangers, the Casper crown or Balazaar, but I do care to shed my father's toxic shadow, become a stallion, and find my own happiness. So the question is; who needs who more?"

Razher gave Lucious a curious look for a minute as he thought about the young stallion.

"Do we have the resources to train another Ranger?" Razher asked as he looked at Felicity. "Gareth's training isn't complete, you are going to have some of your time taken up with training your new slave, and I wouldn't expect Kitty to help train anyone. The only one left is..."

"I'll do it Commander," Tharmina interrupted.

"Tharmina!" Razher began to protest, only to find himself cut off before he got too far.

"I know what the midwife said!" Tharmina said as she stood up on her seat so she could look Razher straight in the eyes, "but I am bored at home and need something to do! Training a rookie isn't what you would consider stressful work at the best of times, and the rest of you you are fully engaged with that assault force, so that only leaves me."

Razher stared Tharmina in the eyes for a minute before he gave a sigh and a smile.

"Why did I marry you again?" Razher said as he shook his head.

"Because you like to surround yourself with strong-willed mares," Tharmina pointed out as she grabbed Razher's chin so she could pull his muzzle close and give his nose a kiss. "Now don't argue."

"I also married you because you're so hot when you're angry," Razher added as he returned the kiss.

"Would you two like a room?" Madame Fiona asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Does the sight of sex upset you?" Tharmina asked as she began to untie the cord that held the neck of her tunic closed. "Be funny if it did."

"Oh, not at all," Madame Fiona said with a smile, "but don't get offended if I start to enjoy the show."

Tharmina took off her tunic before balancing herself on the arm of the armchair as Razher sat down in her seat before she sat herself in his lap.

"Well if our stallion for the evening is going to have fun with his wife, then it would be best if I sent your slave back to his cell for the time being," Madam Fiona noted as she watched the two horses begin their foreplay.

"Nonsense," Felicity replied, "it's fortunate that we have another. You wouldn't mind being the first one to break in my slave, would you Lucious?"

"N-no," Lucious stammered, "but I'm not sure what you want me to do though."

"My new slave attempted to escape the other day and he needs to be punished for this," Felicity explained. "I promised Razher the opportunity to be the first male to mount him, but as it seems he would rather spend some time with his wife, would you prefer to be the first one to mount my rather handsome slave?"

"Of course!" Lucious blurted out.

"Then we have our entertainment for the evening," Felicity said with a smile. "Bring my slave in and Lucious can break him in first."

After Dovan and Corvin had cleaned him up, the two of them had left Adolphus in his cell. His tailhole felt weird, but it didn't hurt as he had expected.

"It is your time to perform," Dovan said as he walked down the corridor to Adolphus' cell, "and it seems like your line-up has changed."

"What does that mean?" Adolphus asked. "They've decided to leave me alone for tonight?"

"Your optimism is rather misplaced," Dovan said as he unlocked the cell door. "It seems that you will be pleasing two stallions tonight."

"Two?!"

"You should consider yourself lucky," Dovan pointed out as he opened the cell and attached a leash to the bridle Adolphus wore. "Lord Razher has decided to engage himself with his wife first, which means your Mistress' Fiance will be taking you to begin with. He looks as if he is a smaller stallion so you won't be forced to take a forest stallion's cock first. He also seems rather nervous so it is likely he will not be as rough."

Dovan led Adolphus out of his cell and down the corridor towards the library.

"Corvin and I will keep applying the lotion to ease the pain, but remember the advice I gave you; relax, don't clench, and occasionally squeeze. Give the stallions what they want and they'll be quick."

As they walked into the Library Adolphus looked around to see what was going on. The large stallion and the small mare who had brought him here that morning were sitting in one of the high-back leather armchairs, the mare facing him as she slid up and down the rather large stallion member he was sporting. The thought that such a monster would be ploughing his tailhole gave him a moment of pause, but his attention was quickly drawn to the other stallion in the room. The other stallion was much smaller than Razher and as he undressed it seemed Dovan was correct. Though it was still flaccid, his cock looked nowhere near as big, and that was true of the rest of his physique. He probably hadn't seen a day of hard work in his life, and it showed in his lack of muscles and chubby belly. Had he not been tied up, Adolphus felt he would have had no trouble beating up this colt.

In another high-back chair was his 'Mistress', the annoying mare who he had come to hate with a vengeance. His dear Mistress Felicity. It took all of his effort to hold back a growl since he would be punished for such an act of insolence. The mare sat in the chair with her legs crossed and her gaze fixed on him with the intensity of a predator watching its prey. The smirk she wore made him feel a chill roll up his spine as that wasn't the sort of look he expected to see from a mare. Though she still wore her dark tunic, her trousers had already been cast to the floor, allowing her to show off her marehood .

In the third high-back armchair sat Madame Fiona, still dressed in her riding outfit, and watching him with an air of disapproval as Dovan led him over to what looked like a padded leather bench.

"He hasn't been causing you any trouble Dovan?" Madame Fiona asked as she was led to the far side of the bench.

"We have made sure that he hasn't had the opportunity," Dovan noted as he put a paw in the middle of Adolphus' back and pushed him to lay his torso on the bench.

Adolphus didn't exactly find this comfortable as he had to lie on his arms as his wrists were still bound by the bracers. The leash was tied to something on the front end of the bench with just enough slack to ensure it wasn't pulling on his bridle. As Dovan strapped a belt around his torso and under his arms, Corvin strapped his legs to the bench and left him spread and presenting. In front him were the four horses and the wolf while behind him were Dovan and Corvin. Corvin was adding a bit more of the numbing lotion to his tailhole as Dovan fastened the last strap.

"Look at how low you have fallen, bitch," Felicity proclaimed as she picked up her glass of wine and brought it to her lips. "A great warrior no more. Now you're nothing but a fucktoy for my amusement."

Felicity took a drink from her glass before putting it back on the side table by her chair.

"Alright Lucious," Felicity ordered as Corvin and Dovan walked to stand by Madame Fiona's chair, "go and fuck my slave; show him that you are his superior."

"With pleasure my fiance," the stallion standing by Felicity said as he walked towards Adolphus, his large cock starting to throb and grow to its full size.

Adolphus tried to look back and watch what this young stallion was doing, but the combination of his bindings and the stallion putting his paw on Adolphus' head left him staring at this Mistress, who watched him with the most evil of grins.

"When was the last time you got to mount someone Lucious?" Felicity asked as her paw began to tease her marehood. "Was it before you were sent to Sa Me Tona?"

"Very much so," Lucious replied, "unless you count the trial they made me face before I left. However this will be much more fun than fucking some old mare of that sick order."

Adolphus could feel the warm cock of the stallion behind him rubbing against his tailhole. The warm sensation was something new for him as a lot of precum was rubbed over his pucker.

"You are the most attractive person I've fucked in a long time," Lucious whispered in Adolphus' ear. "Perhaps when your training is complete you will return the favour."

He couldn't deny that he felt nervous at what was about to happen, but Dovan's words ran through his mind; relax, don't clench, and occasionally squeeze.

He closed his eyes as he felt the young stallion start to push his thick cock through his lubricated tailhole and then the sudden release as the stallion's tip slipped through his pucker and into his bowels. He let out a breathless gasp as he felt his tailhole spreading to a ridiculous size, one he never imagined it would spread to. The young stallion, either often out of a sense of kindness or merely so he could adjust himself, took a moment to rest. This pause let Adolphus try to get use to this new feeling.

"You are so tight," the young stallion whispered in Adolphus' ear, "it's an honour to be your first."

Punishment be damned. Adolphus let out a quiet growl as the young stallion began to ease his cock deeper into his body.

"I can imagine what Razher would do to you; pound your tailhole like a horny stud with no regards to your comfort or pleasure. I'm going to be gentle so you can enjoy your first time."

He didn't feel that there was going to be any way he could enjoy this; he was lying on his bound arms and being humiliated by having a stallion fuck his rump. He could hardly believe that there were people who enjoyed this.

As the stallion pushed deeper, he felt the head of his large cock press against the magic spot Corvin had been rubbing before. His nervousness and tension seemed to evaporate just as the stallion recognised that twitch.

"See," the stallion asked, "is this all that bad?"

He wanted to resist, but the throb of his crotch showed that he urged for more. He wanted to cum again despite having been brought to orgasm not that long ago. Years of training and discipline were betrayed as he let out a moan.

"Little bitch can't help but enjoy having a stallion fuck his tailhole," Felicity said rather haughtily. "Maybe we should leave him tied up in the barracks and let the guards have their way with him."

"It feels good, doesn't it?" The stallion asked as he moved his hips to rub the head of his flaring cock back and forth over Adolphus' prostate. "Do you want more?"

He didn't want more. The slight sting of his tailhole didn't bother him when compared to the glorious sensation of having his prostate massaged by such a warm member, but the pain of his own cock pressing against the leather of the hard bench, unable to ease from his sheath because of the weight of the stallion atop him was torture. He didn't want to show any signs of his weakness to his Mistress or her subordinates, but as the stallion gave a rather firm push against his prostate he couldn't help but let out a quiet whine.

"I think he wants it harder," Madame Fiona proclaimed with a chuckle. "Give him more Master Lucious, show him how a proper stallion fucks."

"Make him whine so all of us can hear him," Felicity added as her fingers started to slide between her glistening lips.

Lucious pushed himself up so he wasn't laying atop Adolphus, and as the weight shifted it was enough for Adolphus to lift his hips and allow his cock the freedom it needed to grow. The sensation of Lucious' cock moving around as he stood up mixed with his own relief at being able to finally let his cock slide free was more than enough for him to let out a loud moan, his head moving as far as the leash would allow. As Lucious grabbed hold of his hips and began to slide his cock further into Adolphus' body, Adolphus moved his head so he lay with his cheek against the bench. He closed his eyes while he did the best he could to ignore everyone else in the room. The scent of horny mares, the sounds of the two anthro horses fucking, and even the feeling of his Mistress' gaze upon him. He did his best to ignore everything else in the room and just focus on the slow, firm thrusts of the stallion behind him. Even Corvin couldn't compare to what Lucious was doing to him with each thrust of that thick member.

Adolphus did his best to try and resist the urge to enjoy it. One last futile attempt to hold onto his old ideals; that a true male did not lower himself to enjoy such things as the sensation of another male fucking his tailhole. Only no one had told him it would feel so good to surrender himself to such a thing. It took all his effort and mental strength to stop himself from whining and whimpering like he was a common whore in heat, eager to offer herself to every single male who was willing to fuck her. Yet despite his best attempts to resist he would occasionally let slip a whimper from his lips.

"I remember my first time beneath another male," the stallion said to him as he kept up his steady pace, barely loud enough for him to hear, "and it certainly was an eye opening experience."

"Lucious, stop coddling him," his Mistress ordered. "We are not here to reward him for his insolence. Fuck him harder or else I shall punish you."

"And how will you do that?" Lucious asked with a grin. "Tie me to this breeding bench and have large stallions fuck me?"

"Quite the opposite. You would be the one tied up and many would come to enjoy your body, but the only one with a cock would be you."

Lucious slid his whole length into Adolphus' body and stopped, letting it rest inside him while it occasionally throbbed or twitched.

"Quite the threat," the stallion replied as he took a moment to catch his breath, "though I don't know how you'd keep me willing and able the whole night."

It was Madame Fiona's moment to speak up as Adolphus shift his gaze towards her.

"Oh trust me, we have ways to make sure you maintain your vigour and stamina," Madame Fiona chuckled. "You wouldn't be the first one bound to perform duties they're not usually inclined towards."

"I'm almost tempted out of curiosity," the young stallion chuckled as he gave his hips a gentle thrust into Adolphus, forcing from him a surprised whine.

"Dovan," Madame Fiona said to her slave, "go and get a switch to help the Princess' fiance perform a bit faster."

"Of course Madame," Dovan said with a curt bow before leaving the room.

"Do you expect my permission to whip my fiance's hindquarters?" Felicity asked as she took her sticky paw from between her legs and looked over at Madame Fiona.

"Of course not, your Highness," Madame Fiona said with a small polite bow of her head, "but I thought that perhaps you'd prefer to have the switch ready should you decide it necessary."

"That sounds like a good idea," Felicity said with a smile. "Keep it handy in case I decide a lashing is necessary."

Adolphus was slowly losing focus on his surroundings as he enjoyed the firm stallion cock in his bowels. He shift his gaze as he turned his head, facing towards Razher and Tharmina as Razher slid his wife up and down his cock, bouncing her body up with a thrust of his strong hips. Adolphus couldn't help but admire the rather large example of stallionhood that Razher wielded and wondered just how much such a large member would hurt, but how it would feel, and if he would enjoy having such a prick being thrust into his body. Though the room was only illuminated by the fireplace and a few candles he could see the mixed juices of Razher's and Tharmina's sex sliding out of her pussy and down his large cock.

"Looks like my slave is perving on you Razher," Felicity chuckled as she noticed what her slave was staring at, "but I wonder who he wishes to be; you or Tharmina."

"He's probably jealous of Tharmina," Lucious said with a chuckle. "Perhaps I have turned him towards stallions after he has felt what we have to offer."

"He hasn't felt the best yet!" Tharmina proclaimed as she grabbed Razher's shoulders to balance herself a bit better.

"Yes, but unlike the best; I don't break my toys."

"But my toy will be broken in," Felicity pointed out. "Best pick up the pace Lucious if you do not want to be the first to feel the wrath of my paw."

Adolphus felt the stallion's cock within him suddenly throb and flex a couple of times.

"Actually my future wife, I think I'd prefer to feel the sting of a switch in your paw."

Adolphus felt a rather strange sexual tension between those two, but he couldn't figure out how it seemed to work. Unfortunately his thoughts were interrupted by a rather loud neigh coming from Razher. As his gaze was drawn back towards the rather large stallion and his thick stallionhood, Adolphus watched in awe as each throb of his cock forced a rather large amount of seed into Tharmina. He'd never seen anything like this before and was amazed at how the tube on the underside of Razher's cock pulsed as if it were an artery, pumping seed deep into the mare with each throb. It was amazing to see, especially as cum began to spill from the mare's cunt and down his length, all while the two moaned in pleasure.

"You want to feel that inside you, don't you slave," Felicity taunted him. "You want to be filled like a mare with the thick seed of a stallion, letting it spill down your thighs as you savour the glow of your orgasm, submitting to the role of bitch."

"I know I would like to," Lucious said with a nicker, his cock throbbing once again inside Adolphus' body. "There's nothing like the warmth of a stallion finishing inside of you."

There was no way he could think about such things, his main worry was how the hell his tailhole was going to take such a massive member.

The thing that broke his attention was the sound of the door opening and when he looked over he was Dovan walking into the room carrying a switch in his paw.

"I have picked the best that we have in stock at the moment," Dovan said as he stood next to Madame Fiona and presented the switch to her for review.

Madame Fiona took the switch and looked at it for a moment.

"That will have quite the sting," Madame Fiona said with a smile. "Present it to her Highness for her review."

Without saying another word, Dovan gave a bow as Madame Fiona gave it back before he walked over to stand by Felicity with the switch.

"I hope my choice is to her Highness' liking," Dovan said as he knelt down on one knee and presented the switch to Felicity with uplifted paws, holding it as if presenting to her a sword.

Felicity took the presented switch with her paw slicked with mare juices.

"It looks as if you have picked well, slave," Felicity said with a rather indifferent tone as she admired the straight length of branch in her paw. "A fine weapon for a different style of combat I suppose."

"If you say so, your Highness," Dovan said without shifting from his crouched kneel next to the chair.

"It will serve perfectly to discipline my unruly servant," Felicity said as she slowly stood up and made her way over to Lucious.

Adolphus watched her nervously, unsure if Lucious was her intended target for the switch or if he too would feel its bite. He became more uncertain as she began to slice it through the air with quick switches.

"Now you'll have to enlighten me, my dear Lucious," Felicity mused as she stepped closer to Lucious, "but it seems strange that one would prefer to feel the sting of a switch for their own sexual excitement when it seems so many would prefer to avoid it."

Without hinting at her intent, Felicity smacked the narrow branch against Adolphus' back and Adolphus let out a rather loud howl as the switch landed atop the other three blows he had received that evening. The sudden blow had dampened his mood, but it seemed the stallion behind him was invigorated and he could feel the member throbbing within his body.

"I blame the sisters of the order," Lucious replied with an eager nicker. "They would parade fine examples of males in front of us as we stood naked in the courtyard. Should we show a sign of weakness they would strike our rumps with canes or lashes with the intent to punish us for lusting after them. While I learned to hide my desires for those males, the striking of my rump always reminds of those rather healthy specimens of the male form."

Felicity stood next to Lucious as she tapped the switch against her other paw, a smile crossing her lips.

"Well then my dear Lucious," Felicity said as she tilted her head up to look down at him over her nose, "I suppose I had best encourage your enthusiasm."

"It would seem that way my Fiance," Lucious replied cheekily, "you had best keep me in line."

Adolphus was tiring of their talk, he just wanted his evening to be over with, and he let out a rather quiet growl to show frustration.

The swift paw of Felicity's judgement and the switch in its grip came down hard and fast between Adolphus' shoulder blades, once again forcing from him a surprised yelp as it caught him off guard.

"But I think I should punish my slave first Lucious," Felicity said with a rather angry tone. "If he was doing his job properly you would have already filled him with your seed."

The sharp sting of the blow between his shoulder blades was still burning when a second one came to join the first with equal ferocity. He hadn't been caught unaware this time, but the sting still forced him to let out a quiet whimper.

"Milk him, slave," was Felicity's order, "and show him that you are a loyal bitch, willing to satisfy my Fiance's urges."

The switch struck true once more and the sharp cut added to the burn of his back. He didn't know what he was supposed to be doing, and as he tried to think another blow came down upon his back.

"You look like you have quite the skill with that," Lucious noted with an enthusiastic nicker, "but know that the sisters had a lot of practise whipping unruly males."

Adolphus looked around for Dovan and saw him standing by Madame Fiona. He hoped that he would give him some hint as to what he was supposed to do, but the wolf stood there unmoving, with one very small exception.

Dovan stood with his paws in front of him, but rather than standing with one paw resting atop the other, he was holding the wrist of one paw, leaving his other hanging free, and balled into a gentle fist. It was this that he was using to signal to Adolphus what to do. Someone else might have missed it, but for Adolphus, a master of the sword, noticing the subtle movements of an opponent's grip was second nature to him. The slow and rhythmic squeezing of his paw, along with the advice he had been told earlier made it clear what he was supposed to do.

The sudden snap of the switch against his back was a surprise, one that made him yip and jump.

"Milk my Fiance, bitch," his mistress ordered him. "Show him that you crave his thick cock."

Adolphus wasted no more time, doing his best to get his sore tailhole to clench and relax in time with the pattern Dovan was making with his paw.

"Ooh, that's the way," Lucious sighed as Adolphus hoped he wasn't squeezing with too much force. "Squeeze me like you love it, bitch."

"Good. Now that my slave is being obedient," Felicity said as she tapped the switch against her paw, "it is time I started to discipline my disobedient Fiance."

"Please do, Princess," Lucious nickered happily as he leaned forward a bit to expose more of his hindquarters, "let me feel the bite of your disappointment upon my rump, held ready for your discipline."

"Were you this eager with the sisters?" Felicity asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, they would certainly have figured out that I enjoyed the lash if I was ever this eager to feel their strikes," Lucious chuckled, "but I am certain you have no issues with my eagerness for your blows."

Felicity struck Lucious' rump with a swift blow, the lashing making him eager to thrust into Adolphus' body and give a rather horny nicker. With his enthusiasm inspired by Felicity's discipline Lucious began to thrust again, albeit slowly, as Adolphus tried to keep his rhythm in time with the rhythm Dovan set; relaxing his grip as Lucious pushed in and squeezed as he tried to withdraw.

"This little bitch is squeezing me like he doesn't want me to pull out," Lucious nickered and grunted, followed by another strike from Felicity on Lucious' rump and another enthusiastic nicker.

"Now fuck my slave, my future husband," Felicity ordered as she tapped the switch on Lucious' rump to remind him of her bite, "show him that you are his superior and he is to be your bitch, destined to serve your needs as well as mine, in whatever ways that we see fit."

"Oh dear Princess," Lucious said with a smile, "you may be promising too much of your slave."

As if dissatisfied with Lucious' tone, Felicity brought the switch down on Lucious' rump again with a loud smack.

"No breaking my toy Lucious," Felicity said sternly, "that joy is mine, and mine alone."

Adolphus wasn't sure just what his Mistress was alluding to, but it sounded sinister.

Adolphus kept squeezing his tailhole in time with Dovan's paw, but this part of his anatomy wasn't trained for this sort of exercise, and his sore pucker was beginning to tire. He hoped that Lucious was close to finishing, but the lashing he was receiving seemed to invigorated him.

"Mmm, the stamina of youth," Tharmina admired as she adjusted herself upon Razher's lap while the two of them enjoyed the afterglow of their sexual romp and Razher's vast amount of seed dribbled from between her legs. "I remember when you had that raw vigour my dear Razher."

"As do I, but I didn't realise you were tired of my more refined style."

"We may not have aged by that much, but I fear our bodies lack the staying power we had when we were bandits."

"That thrill was something invigorating," Razher admitted, "especially when the guards were after us."

"That thrill made me wet; the risk of capture versus our need to fuck."

Razher gave his wife a rather passionate kiss as they shared a lusty moment between them.

"I do hope that you haven't taken all of your husband's essence for the evening," Felicity said as she looked over at the two equines enjoying their post-coitus glow. "He still has a rather important task to perform with my slave."

"He will be ready, Commander," Tharmina nickered as Razher nuzzled her neck. "Give him time to rest and he will be ready to perform for you."

Adolphus watched with a sense of awe as the rather large, flaccid cock of Lord Razher slid from his wife's messy pussy with an inglorious slurp and a significant amount of seed. Even though it had softened and was nowhere near as big as before, Razher's cock was still an intimidating member and he feared for when that would go into him.

"My, what a stud," Lucious admired. "I've never seen such a load come out of one stallion before."

"You will just have to be jealous," Tharmina chuckled, "at least until he has been a good husband and done the duty of giving me a foal."

Felicity gave Lucious' rump a quick swat to remind him of his own task.

"Come now Fiance," Felicity ordered, "stop admiring Razher and show me just how full you can make my slave."

"Of course, your Highness," Lucious nickered, "if you give me a bit more motivation to humiliate him first."

Adolphus heard the crack of the switch striking Lucious' rump and his own reflex made him let out a whimper, only to then have Lucious thrust his cock deep into his tailhole and make him let out a loud yelp.

"That's it Lucious, make him whine," Felicity said triumphantly, "make him beg like the slut he is."

"Happily, my dear," Lucious said as he picked up the pace, his thrusts enough to push Adolphus against his bindings rather harshly.

Adolphus let out a low groan as Lucious pounded his tailhole, the vigorous sensation of this young stallion fucking him so roughly made him almost forget just what torture he was experiencing while his erection returned.

"That's it Lucious," Felicity said as she gave his rump another swat with the switch, "make my bitch enjoy it. Humiliate him and make him beg."

At that moment, Adolphus came to realise that what he was experiencing was actually enjoyable and, if Lucious kept it up, the stallion would bring him to orgasm. It was unfortunate that Lucious had no care for his needs, just his own.

Adolphus was caught by surprise when the member in his tailhole throbbed and began to spill its hot seed into him. He gave a surprised yelp when he felt Lucious push and flare within him, the expanded head enough to add more pressure, but nowhere near enough to help him climax.

Lucious let out a proud whinny as he claimed Adolphus' bowels as his own.

"Yes," Felicity said with a smile as she watched Lucious cum inside her slave, "show my bitch who his superiors are."

While the time of this demonstration wasn't very long, the volume that filled Adolphus certainly made him feel rather full.

"We shall have to marry soon," Lucious panted as he began to slowly pull his cock free from Adolphus' tailhole. "That way I can enjoy your slave when need takes me."

"You shan't be the only one to enjoy him," Felicity pointed out as she stepped around to stand in front of Adolphus, facing him with her legs spread to show off her own need as her marehood winked and leaked upon the floor.

Adolphus looked up at his mistress, unsure what her plans were as she stood there, switch clasped in her paw.

"If you wish, I can organise a slave to assist you with that, your Highness," Madame Fiona offered.

"Why should I use one of yours when I have a perfectly good slave here?" Felicity asked as she ran the tip of the thin branch across Adolphus' cheek. "I trust that of all the equipment you have here a maw spreader would be amongst it?"

"Of course your Highness," Madame Fiona replied. "I wouldn't be much of a Madame of courtesans if I didn't."

"Good. Please have it brought here so I can feel my slave's tongue buried within me without the risk of being bitten."

"And though I am interested to see one in action," Razher said as he lift his arms up to stretch, "I need to get some fresh air and prepare for my next performance."

"Don't want to watch a good tongue-fucking?" Tharmina asked as she looked over her shoulder at her husband.

"If they're anything like the one I give you when you're at your horniest then I know from experience what I am about to see," Razher said as he grabbed his wife around the waist and lift her up as he got up out of the chair.

"Aww, can't I come with you?" Tharmina asked as Razher put her back on the seat of the chair, her mess seeping from her lips onto the leather.

"No, because you'll just encourage me to give you another mounting and it'll take me longer to break in the Princess' slave."

"He'd probably enjoy that," Lucious pointed out as he rubbed Adolphus' firm cock. "You might even make the bitch cum."

"Though tempting, our current investigation takes precedent and I can't spend half a day recovering," Razher said as he walked towards the door of the library. "Is there somewhere for me to wash up Madame Fiona?"

"Corvin will help you with that," Madame Fiona replied, "and he might even help you clean up if you wish."

"My wife would get jealous if I get too much attention," Razher chuckled as Corvin practically ran over to stand in front of Razher, tail wagging as he admired the fine example of stallion before him. "Just a wash will suffice."

Corvin looked rather deflated when Razher mentioned that, hurt to be denied such an opportunity."

"That sounds like something I might take advantage of a bit later," Lucious said as he finally eased his cock from Adolphus' tailhole.

Corvin gave Lucious a wink and blew him a kiss before opening the door and leading Razher to the washroom.

"My slave is not enough to satisfy your needs?" Felicity asked as Lucious walked around to stand by her side.

"This is the first time I have been able to express who I am in a long time," Lucious noted. "I have much to catch up on and a lot of energy to use in this endeavour."

"What a pity that I cannot satisfy you," Felicity said with a smirk. "I could certainly use the attention of an energetic stallion at the moment."

"Though you inspire the urge within me, I am sorry that I am unable to share them with you, my Fiance."

"Unlike your father Lucious, I shan't ask you to be someone that you are not."

"It is a pity that you are not a stallion, because you would have me under you every moment I could spare," Lucious said as he put his nose to her cheek.

"Young Lucious has much to learn," Tharmina chuckled.

"Very much so, but not tonight," Felicity said as she looked down at her slave. "My disobedient slave must learn that he is to behave."

Razher let out a happy sigh as Corvin rubbed his crotch with a warm washcloth to clean the vast amount of sexual fluid from his fur.

"You are a talented slave," Razher said as he gave Corvin's head a rub, "but I can't spare any stamina this evening."

Corvin looked up at Razher with sad eyes as his digits teased Razher's flare.

"If you ask the Princess nicely, then perhaps she might let you pleasure her slave as he uses his tongue on her; no male can resist either the scent or taste of a mare in season."

Corvin wagged his tail as the thought of having more of Adolphus' seed in his belly was not an unpleasant one.

"Then you had best finish drying me off if you wish to return to the library."

Corvin gave an enthusiastic nod as he took a towel from a pile that sat on a table nearby and began to dry off Razher's member and crotch.

After that, he helped Razher into the trousers from his Ranger's uniform, feeling a tinge of disappointment as he watched the impressive member of the stallion disappear beneath the fabric of the trousers.

"Thank you for your assistance," Razher said as he gave Corvin's head a rub between his ears. "Now can you show me to the courtyard so I can get some fresh air?"

Corvin gave a nod as he gestured towards the door of the washroom.

As Razher started to walk towards the door, Corvin dashed ahead so he could hold the door open for the stallion.

"You don't say much, do you?" Razher noted at he walked through the doorway.

Corvin didn't respond as he closed the door and dashed ahead again to open the door out to the courtyard.

"Do you prefer to stay silent and avoid the whip for talking back?" Razher asked as he turned around and looked at the wolf.

Corvin shook his head before lifting his muzzle to show the scar across his throat.

"Ahh," Razher said as he realised. "That wasn't Madame Fiona's doing I trust?"

Corvin shook his head as he lowered it back down so he could look at Razher.

"A noble?"

Corvin nodded.

"It's why I never felt guilty robbing those bastards," Razher said under his breath. "Their ancestors won the Polar war and they think they're above judgement."

Feeling certain that Razher was one who had some respect for the plight of a slave, Corvin rest his head against the stallion's well muscled chest and let out a sigh. He was glad when he felt Razher's paw rub his other cheek for a moment.

"You should return to your duties," Razher said as he kept rubbing the fur of Corvin's face. "I get the feeling that I will have to perform my duties soon and you can't be here for that."

Corvin leaned back and looked up at Razher with a confused stare.

"The less you know the better," Razher said as he gave Corvin's rump a quick pat. "Go serve your Mistress and let me serve mine."

Corvin realised that it was best to do as he was told and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Corvin took a moment to think as he leaned against the door. Razher was a kind stallion who seemed to appreciate the suffering of a slave, yet he served the Princess of the Casper family as she trained her new slave. It seemed weird, but Corvin had learned that everyone had their own masters to serve. With a reserved sigh, he returned to the library and whatever tasks his own Mistress would have for him.

Razher could tell that Kitty's thoughts were disrupted. He had seen just how stoic the she-wolf could be when the need arose, but her mood was always evident in her actions and it was clear that Kitty wasn't in her right mind. Someone else might not have noticed her as she moved silently across the roof, but he could clearly see her. Her agitation was evident as she made too much noise clambering down the drain pipe next to him. More importantly, she hadn't noticed him.

"You're early."