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“Hey! Step it up a notch! I want to get to the Maracusie Hollow sometime in the next year!” Rido Claver’s voice cut through the tranquil air like a vicious knife. “I thought you beasts were supposed to be stronger than this! If you’re getting tired already you clearly haven’t spent enough time doing hard work!”

The panther and monitor lizard anthros didn’t respond to the tongue lashing, merely continuing to trudge along the barely-visible path through the trees, nearly fully reclaimed by the natural growth. A testament to how few people made this trip, and they weren’t surprised that that was the case, because out here there seemed to be nothing of importance and plenty of danger and drudgery. Sure, it was a nice beautiful natural scene, but it was hard to appreciate that when they were being figuratively whipped into action, and only to avoid that turning literal.

“Hey, are you listening to me? Where’s the respect for my authority? Or do I have to get nasty?”

“Loud and clear, sir.” The panther sighed and mumbled to his compatriot. “Why are we doing this again?”

“Because it’s still better than the facilities,” the lizard mumbled back. “If only just.”

“I’m starting to wonder.” It was a rather rotten lot in life, but there was supposed to be a light at the end of the tunnel...if they made it there alive. Anthros on Privalia weren’t exactly in the best of positions, they were the cultural minority even if they were the numerical majority, and the human colonists looked down on them severely. The original invasion had seen their entire species subjugated, unprepared for the modern warfare with their more naturalistic existence. It had been bad, but options were available to them now that weren’t before - an anthro that subjected themself to indentured servitude for a period of ten years was to be given freedom and allowed to live as an emancipated citizen, either on Privalia or a different world (most chose a different world). A compromise that left most of the Privalian humans unhappy, as they considered it their right to use the anthros how they wanted to, but they had rules that they had to follow from higher authorities. Not that they didn’t try to flaunt them every chance they got…

Grofus, the panther, and Allivel, the monitor, were supposed to be on that path - they had grown up together, and were seeking their freedom together, a pact between them that had sustained numerous efforts to split them apart. Keeping anthros miserable and despondent was one of the weapons the humans had, trying to keep them hopeless and complacent and unwilling to seek freedom. It worked for many, but not for all, and bonds like theirs were keeping them buoyed through the tough times. Rido Claver was supposed to be their ticket off of Privalia, ten years under him was to pay for their freedom. But six months in, it was clear that it wasn’t going to be easy, and the human’s attitude towards anthros had them hesitant to believe that they were going to be given their papers at the end of their term.

“You’d better not be chattering back there, or I’ll take it out of your hides!”

“No, sir.” Grofus wasn’t sure he’d be believed, but was hoping that Rido was just more interested in progress than punishment.

“Good. Now hurry up! I want to reach a more suitable site for camping before it gets dark!”

“Are you sure there’s going to be anywhere that isn’t overgrown, sir?” Allivel hated calling him ‘sir’ but insubordination could result in penalties that would lengthen their servitude - another insidious workaround to the rules - and Rido was constantly threatening them with that. He was really among the worst exemplars of the humans - entitled, arrogant, and derisive of anyone that he deemed lesser. And naturally, Grofus and Allivel were QUITE lesser in his eyes. He was abusive, physically and emotionally, and there wasn’t much reason to believe he would hold up his end of the deal unless the issue was forced. And he fancied himself an explorer, and loved traveling to exotic locations...this was the second time the two anthros had been used as basically pack animals, and they suspected there was going to be a lot more like this. Rido, of course, was carrying next to nothing, while the anthros were saddled with packs that had to be a hundred pounds each.

“Don’t question me! I’m the explorer, you’re just animals that don’t know anything. I’ll find something that will seem like luxury to you savages.”

“Very well.” Allivel exchanged another weary look with Grofus. Yes, this was going to be harder than they had anticipated, and they hadn’t even been expecting anything remotely easy. It was going to take all they had...they were a lot bigger than the humans, most anthros were, and there were more than a few cases of anthros snapping and killing abusive human masters. But the law wasn’t on their side, it didn’t matter how badly they were treated, they would be executed themselves if they did so. So they had to rely on each other to keep themselves in check, and not let the anger get to them.

Rido seemed to be doing his best to try to push them beyond the brink, though - some days it seemed like he was daring them to throw a punch. “What the hell is taking you so long? We’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t hurry it up! You should be able to go full speed! What are those obscene muscles of yours for if they can’t handle a tiny thing like this?”

“It still is a lot to carry, sir,” Grofus replied, trying to sound as deferential as he could tolerate being. “And we would probably be able to move faster if we had something to wear on our feet, there’s quite a few things we have to step around.”

“Oh, no no no no NO! I am not wasting money on wardrobes for savages! You wild-types shouldn’t have any problem stepping anywhere you like!”

“If I get a puncture in my foot I guarantee you we will not be going even half as fast as we are now.”

“Grrr...fine. But you’d better be going as fast as you can while still avoiding that!”

“Yes, sir,” the two replied in tandem, suppressing groans as best they could. Of all the absurd things that Rido put them through, that was the worst - they weren’t allowed to wear anything, not even a stitch of clothing anywhere. That was something even most of the typical bad masters didn’t demand, and it was quite embarrassing to each of them - more so Grofus, whose sheath and balls were more overtly lewd than Allivel’s slit. Rido claimed it was a matter of not wanting to pay anything to clothe them, but they also had overheard the other, and probably more salient reason - their lack of dress was a symbol of how low they were compared to Rido, he considered them little more than animals and animals had no need for clothes. True, in the hot and muggy forest they were traveling through, they wouldn’t exactly want to cover up much, but a loincloth and some footwear weren’t too much to ask for from normal people.

“You think we can make nine and a half more years of this?” Allivel whispered, trying to keep his voice below what Rido could hear.

“Nothing good was ever easy,” mumbled back the panther. Which wasn’t exactly a promising response.

---

It wasn’t a good sign when Rido was in a bad mood. That was always the worst case scenario for the two anthros, he was unpredictable when angry and especially when his anger was directed at them. And at this moment, it absolutely was.

“It’s your fault we didn’t reach a good camping spot! My map clearly indicates that there’s one just a couple miles away, but you worthless savages can’t handle a little more walking! If you’d hurried up like I demanded, we wouldn’t be stuck in this overgrown thicket!”

Grofus and Allivel didn’t say anything about that - tired as they were, they could have continued for a while. It was pretty much Rido who decided that they were stopping, and griping about how it was all their fault that they hadn’t gotten anywhere. In fact it wasn’t even dark out yet, though in an hour or so it probably would be. “Sir, you were saying earlier that your map was worthless and couldn’t be trusted even the slightest bit…” Allivel stated cautiously.

“Are you questioning me?!”

“...No, sir.” It really just wasn’t worth the trouble. When you were an anthro among humans, you had to learn to bite your tongue sometimes. With one as long as his, that wasn’t hard to do literally, but it was much more of a figurative challenge.

“Damn straight. You two had better shape up or I’m holding this against your records. Bad enough you’re not treating me with the respect I deserve…” We’re treating you with more respect than you deserve, you dunderheaded oaf, Grofus thought darkly. “We need to be at Maracusie Hollow within the next five days. That’s a lot of miles to go!”

“We’re going as fast as we safely can, sir.”

“I doubt that. I know your kind, always trying to cut corners when you can. You don’t know what hard work is, you should be thankful you have an example to look up to and yet you don’t seem to appreciate it!” Oh, that was a hard one to keep a straight face on - the two had known nothing BUT hard labor, from the point they could walk, and the humans on Privalia barely lifted a finger for themselves. If the anthros disappeared, their cushy society would collapse in a heartbeat. That was the only reason they even HAD the potential for freedom - enough people realized that they kept everything functioning that they had to find some way to keep the anthros motivated.

If their expressions betrayed any dubiousness, Rido didn’t notice it. “I expect a much better performance tomorrow. And if I hear any backtalk I’ll be using the physical reinforcement, you’d better believe it!”

“Understood, sir,” Grofus replied, as evenly as possible. “Would you like any of your rations?”

“Pah! How you savages ever survived long enough for us to liberate you from your empty world, I’ll never know. You have nothing of an explorer’s mindset! There’s food all around us, I would hardly waste my stores so frivolously! No, I’m going to eat what I can find around, and you are too. If you find yourselves missing anything, tough, I’m not responsible for your lives.”

“I think that’s part of what your terms of our arrangement are, sir.”

“Well, that’s your problem, you shouldn’t be thinking. You should be obeying.” In a huff, Rido stomped off into the brush, leaving the two on their own. They weren’t about to argue - it was a blessed respite, and would be far too brief.

“Still think we can make it?” asked Allivel again.

“Do you want to start over and risk someone even worse?” countered Grofus.

“Ugh. I want this whole world to be freed from them. But since that’s probably not happening…” The monitor lizard sighed and began to scour the area with Grofus for food. They dared not take anything from the bags, considering that Rido would probably have tortured them for it - it was bad enough he had to take food for the two of them, no way was he going to tolerate them eating it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Fortunately for the two anthros, they had grown up among cultural preservators - although they were under rule, there were definitely groups of anthros who managed to pass along historical and cultural knowledge to help them along. And that meant they knew a fair bit about the wilds and the natural sources of food that they could take advantage of. Without weapons, hunting was rather out, but they were capable foragers and it didn’t take long for them to find some seeds and berries and fruits that were worthwhile sustenance. It wasn’t exactly a balanced diet, but it was passable for the time being. They found a bit of extra for Rido as well - braggartry aside, it was pretty clear from their first expedition that the human was worthless at foraging. There was a reason there was so much food in the packs…

So it came as something of a surprise to the two of them when Rido came back with something in his hands. “You should have followed me, you might have learned something,” he said in that boastful tone that showed excessive self-pride.

“What did you find?” asked Grofus, with genuine curiosity.

“Nothing that I’m sharing with YOU. You can have your tasteless tree-shit.”

“Sir, mogra fruits are very nutritious.”

“They taste like tainted water. Disgusting. THIS, though, I can already smell the sweetness in it! It will be much more enjoyable than that garbage!” He showed the large fruit to them as he bit into it, it was dark blue-purple in flesh and had a spade-like shape to it, and did indeed have a potent sweet scent coming from it. “Mmm, it’s fantastic! Definitely the best-tasting thing I’ve found on a trip!”

It was that shape and scent that had Allivel on guard. “Sir? I think that might be...toxic.”

Rido glowered at him. “Don’t you play games with me! Nothing this delicious could be poisonous!”

The rank untruth of that was hard to get past, but Allivel wanted to press on to the point. “That looks like one of the leksha fruits our elders were telling us about. Tainted by evil and dangerous to eat.”

“Oh, come on! You think I’m going to trust some superstitious voodoo dreck over my own nose and tongue? Or are you just trying to take it for yourself? Jealous that I found something better than your crap?”

“Sir, I don’t-”

“Enough! Sit down and shut up, I don’t want any more of your so-called ‘advice!’ You know your place, dammit, you follow, I lead! That means you don’t butt in and get involved in something you have no business in!”

“Very well, sir,” Grofus said before Allivel could reply. He gave a look to the reptile that plainly told him to shut up and let Rido make his mistake. Allivel could do nothing but concede to it...he didn’t know what the poison would do, but if it killed Rido...well, maybe they could try to live in the wild instead…

---

It didn’t take terribly long for the regret to kick in.

For probably a good half hour, there was no sign of it, just Rido’s smugness over his impression that he’d eaten something much better than Grofus and Allivel had, and his continued condescension towards them and more threats about what would happen if they didn’t pick up the pace the next day. But when the human let out a cry of clear pain, they knew their instincts had been right...now it was just a matter of what it was and what they could do about it.

“Sir? What’s wrong?” Grofus asked.

“Fucking...ow! It hurts!”

“It was the fruit, I’m sure of it,” mumbled Allivel.

“Yes, it was,” Grofus agreed. “I knew it the moment I set my eyes on it, it was a leksha. But I don’t remember which kinds have which effects…”

“You KNEW it was poisonous?!” cried out Rido. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!”

“You demanded that I sit down and shut up, so that’s what I did. Certainly, I figured that meant you knew what you were eating, so there wasn’t much point in risking making you angrier.”

“You...augh!” It was doubtful that Rido would have accepted that, but the way he was clutching at his groin, it appeared he had more serious problems. “God, my dick’s burning up! Why is my dick on fire? My balls are in agony!”

“Oh, dear...it’s THAT kind.” The panther drew in a deep breath. “Leksha Acrisia.”

“What?!” exclaimed Allivel. “The Matriarch’s Revenge?! In the wild?!”

“There must be wild variants since many of the cultivars were pulled from their duties. As long ago as that was, I imagine there are leksha growing all over the place by this point...I only hope we have enough cultural historians left to identify them all. This one, it will be a nasty trick for those who don’t know about them…”

“WHAT IS IT DOING TO ME?!” roared out Rido in pure torture.

“A serious effect is taking place right now,” explained Grofus. “Leksha Acrisia has a potent chemical in it that has the ability to change the body. The effects are focused on the reproductive organs...a female will have her reproductive tract replaced by a prototypical male’s organs, and a male will-”

“IT’S GONNA TURN MY COCK INTO A CUNT? NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” Predictably, Rido flipped out, cutting off Grofus’s explanation. “STOP IT! MAKE IT STOP! OH GOD, I DON’T WANNA BE MUTILATED!”

“That’s awfully harsh,” Allivel said with a hint of annoyance. “Females aren’t mutilated by not having dicks.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TURN ME BACK! HURRY UP ALREADY!”

“You need to settle down, you’re going to make the poison worse,” Grofus stated firmly. “It’s not going to happen right away. I’ve heard about rituals that involve this fruit...certain tribes would use it to punish enemy combatants or sexual criminals, or to create reproductive members if males were decimated on a hunt or females were killed by an enemy warlord. I remember my grandmother telling me about it, she said the ritual would begin at dawn so that it was easy to time out. She said that ‘by the first crest, the blood would be changed,’ which I think is the effect of altering the person...first crest is about halfway up to the sun’s apex, so around three hours. ‘As the fire of life rises further, so does the fire of life in the loins, until the very peak or the water of life is applied…’ after the change comes a severe increase in sexual need, which gets stronger over the next few hours, unless the breeding process has started. ‘Those who fail to feed the fires of life will be consumed until the life shines in them no more.’ The poison becomes deadly if no copulation is done, and they will slowly become more pained and debilitated over time...at nightfall, they would be dead.”

“I don’t want to die!” Rido was slightly less hysterical but the panic was still quite robust in his features. “How do I stop it? There’s gotta be an antidote!”

“Not an antidote, exactly...as far as I know, if either of the first two effects takes hold fully, there’s no undoing it ever. Leksha Acrisia doesn’t work both ways...it works based on what you originally started out as. And I’m pretty sure if you try to eat another it just starts out from the ‘kills you dead’ phase. But there is a counter to it. You can stop the progression any time through orgasm...if done early enough, it purges the poison from the gonads and keeps anything from taking place. If you’ve already been changed, it can at least stop the heat. After that, the best you can hope for is avoiding death.”

“I just have to cum? Fuck, I’ll do it ten times if that’s all it takes! Turn around, you damn savages, you don’t have the right to see me in undress!”

“It’s not as simple as that,” Allivel said, though he and Grofus were doing as instructed. He didn’t have the lore that Grofus had on this particular item, but he knew enough about it to know what was coming next...sure enough, moments later, they heard another pained cry from Rido. The human had fallen on the ground, clutching between his legs, in even more agony.

“It hurts too bad...how can I jerk myself like this?”

“You can’t,” stated the lizard. “It makes it so you can’t effectively stroke yourself. That’s one of the reasons it was a punishment, it forced you to get someone to take care of it for you, made you have to submit to them and accept their primacy over you. You can’t just stroke it out, you need someone else to get you off-”

“ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!” boomed out Rido in sudden anger. “YOU THINK I”M GOING TO LET SOME FUCKING SAVAGES VIOLATE ME?! YOU’RE LYING, I KNOW YOU ARE, YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME! I’LL MAKE SURE THEY KNOW WHAT STUNT YOU TRIED TO PULL WHEN WE GET BACK! FUCK YOU BOTH, I’LL TAKE CARE OF THIS MYSELF!”

Both slaves watched as Rido scurried off into the woods, pants still around his ankles, nearly falling over and still spitting out curse words. Allivel sighed and shrugged. “Well...I tried. How long do you think before he carks it? I’d kind of rather get some sleep if we’re going to be fugitives from now on.”

“Hm...I think you’re underestimating his resolve,” Grofus replied.

“WHAT resolve? He folds like paper at the first sign of hardship, he’s just going to be a whimpering pile until the poison takes him.”

“Ah, but all creatures have a sense of self-preservation...and I dare say Rido’s is greater than most, given that that’s the only thing he really has interest in. Have some patience, Allivel, and our lives might just get a whole lot better…”

---

Things just went from bad to worse for Rido while he was away from the two slaves.

He had somehow convinced himself after a few minutes that the two had been lying through their nasty animal teeth. Who ever heard of a fruit that could do something like that? They must have been telling stories to try to freak him out...however, when the burning started to be accompanied by a slow shrinking down there, he couldn’t hold onto that illusion any longer. It must have been real...but surely that didn’t mean he couldn’t take the solution into his own hands. THAT couldn’t have been true, at least.

But all his efforts went to naught. Every time he touched his dick or his balls it sent a wave of pain through him, and a tightness that was almost as unbearable. The one time he managed to hold on despite the intense pain and discomfort, he couldn’t feel any arousal or physical reaction to his desperate attempts to stroke, just more tightening and more pain. He could swear it accelerated the shrinking, that he could FEEL it, though that might have just been an illusion from his panic. Finally he had to give up and accept that that wasn’t happening...which meant his only hope was to stoop to disgusting carnal acts. The thought of doing anything that could be perceived as homosexual repelled him, but better than getting stuck with a cunt for the rest of his life - that would be TRULY a disaster.

Except, the fact of the matter was that he didn’t really know how. He knew there had been reported some spot that apparently felt good up in his ass, but he didn’t know where, or how to get to it. Using his finger was right out, that was HIGHLY unsanitary and he needed to be as clean as possible out in the wild where getting sick could be incredibly dangerous. He needed an object of some kind, something to put distance between him and it...but there was nothing he could trust, desperate as he was in searching, he couldn’t accept something rough like the branches of the trees or anything that could get stuck in there like a rock.

Desperation, it seemed, was not enough - he felt the burn start to spread, and could only watch as his cock and balls pulled all the way into his body, sealing his fate. He writhed on the ground as the pain expanded through his core, a forcible takeover of his physiology that was dictating a new shape for him, one he never wanted and now supposedly couldn’t be rid of. Surely it couldn’t be true, there had to be SOMETHING that could be done about this, if not by the savages then by the modern medicine of HIS kind. But that wasn’t making him feel any better NOW.

The pain died down a bit after the changes finished, letting Rido at least stand up again, though his legs were shaky. A tentative poke down there confirmed the switch, making him wail a bit in anguish. This was something only a female should have! Not a strong, strapping male, that was just wrong! He’d rather have died than anyone find out about this...he had a reputation to protect, there was no way anyone could suspect he wasn’t as manly as he appeared! Whatever it took, he’d do it…

But he wasn’t done being cursed. Although the pain had lessened, there was still a fierce tension down in his new nethers, and it was getting stronger over time, eventually being joined by a wetness that felt foreign and disgusting to him. And there was a heat building in his body as well, making him feel hot and sticky, sweating all over and making his shirt start to soak in it. Dimly he remembered the second part of the curse that the slaves had told him about, which was to make him more needy, more lustful...no, he couldn’t succumb to that, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to hide it properly at all! He had to try to stave it off...bring himself to orgasm, as much as he didn’t want to indulge this wrongness, if he had to do it to stop it from getting worse…

Again, though, he didn’t really know how to masturbate a pussy. That was a place where only his cock would go on other females, after all that’s the only thing that was meant for it. They complained, but so what? It was an honor to take his dick, they’d take it or miss out...if he didn’t fix this, no one else would have the chance to have it. He needed to try to regain some dignity, so he went to work, just trying to touch himself however he could and hope that it worked. Predictably, it wasn’t...he could feel the sensitivity down there, and without the pain his touch was at least feeding into that growing arousal, but it wasn’t bringing him nearly as high as it needed to to get him off. Without even realizing it he was getting deeper into it, going from rubbing at the surface to lewdly shoving fingers inside him, the pleasure making him forget himself, while at the same time not even getting him close to where he needed to be.

He lost track of how much time he spent trying to coax an orgasm out of himself, several breaks needed to rest his aching hands, with nothing to show for it. But eventually he became aware of a dim pain in the rest of his body...panic seized him all over again as he realized it was the poison, coming to claim the rest of him. He couldn’t let that happen...to die in such an ignominious fashion, his reputation would be forever tarnished with no option for undoing it. He didn’t want to die, much less like this! But at this point, his options were extremely limited...the only ones who knew about this stuff were...the two slaves. Having to lower himself to seeking the aid of savages, it was an affront to all that was good and decent, but at the very least no one had to know about THAT…

Slowly he got up and stumbled towards the campsite again. He was going to give them a chance to do something good for him, maybe he’d be kind enough to reward them for it...if they could appreciate that.

---

“He’s on his way back.” Grofus gave the sleeping Allivel a nudge to rouse him.

“Oof…” Allivel yawned a bit as he sat up. “Damn...that took longer than I expected. He has to be past the second stage, right?”

“Without a doubt.” Grofus sounded so satisfied to be saying that. Not that Allivel wasn’t pretty satisfied hearing it. It was dark out, nothing except torchlight keeping the campsite visible, making the whole scene look more intimidating, putting them at the advantage. And there was no way they weren’t going to take it.

After a couple minutes, Rido crashed through the brush, falling face-first into the camp. His shirt was a sopping mess, his lower half was entirely exposed, and he looked red-faced and exceptionally out of sorts. “Y-you two! Help me! I...I can feel that poison! You know s-something about it! Tell me what it is!”

The two slaves exchanged a knowing look, and then stared directly at Rido and said it in tandem: “No.”

“What?! Y-you have to help me!”

“No, we don’t,” repeated Grofus simply. “You told us you didn’t want our help. Repeatedly, over and over, even when we tried to offer it. You threatened us if we tried to overstep our bounds, so we’re taking that to heart, and refusing to help you like you’ve always told us you’ve wanted.”

“B-but...but I WANT you to help now!” squeaked Rido.

“Yeah, sure, and then punish us after the fact for refusing to listen to you, like you’ve done several times before,” spat Allivel. “I remember when we first joined you would demand something and then turn around and hit us because you wanted to ‘show us our places’ and that we weren’t allowed to do what you had asked us to do. What makes this any different, apart from the fact that we know you’re going to do it?”

“I…” They could see it in Rido’s eyes, the realization that his past actions were coming back to haunt him.

“Hm. Now I see why you use the phrase ‘karma’s a bitch.’ You’d think humans would remember that more, since they were the one who introduced that concept to us.”

“You can see why we’re choosing what we choose,” Grofus said with a purring sort of growl in his voice, milking the moment for all it was worth. “Helping you exposes us to punishment, and keeps us tied to you, someone who has been nothing short of abusive and who would appreciate nothing that we did to help him, just as he hasn’t to this point. Letting you die out here, we would be free of you, and able to live on our own. And we CAN live indefinitely off the land...turns out all that ‘savage’ knowledge is actually good for that. So unlike you, WE have options.”

The despair in Rido’s eyes was like ambrosia to the two slaves. How clear it was that the tables had turned...how satisfying to have the advantage. However, there was an even better course of action than letting the human rot here, and Allivel took great glee in laying it out. “There is one way you can get us to help you, though. Make it more worth our while to keep you alive than to let you die. We’ll help you for a price.”

“What...price?” It sounded like it took a lot of effort for Rido to say it.

“Simple. You aren’t in charge anymore. WE are the ones in charge. And it stays that way until we no longer have any legal obligation to you. No more mistreatment, no more abuse, no more control...you do what WE want. And don’t think we don’t have ways of making sure you obey.”

The human looked predictably stricken. Of course he would be aghast at the idea of submitting to anthros, they were fully aware of that...but with almost perfect timing, another rush of pain from the toxin hit Rido as he was contemplating this, and he doubled over in agony. “I’ll do it! Please! Just...don’t let it kill me!”

Grofus smiled predatorially. “Then we shall. We told you what it takes to clear out the poison of leksha acrisia. And have we not proven accurate about everything else? You know what you have to do to let us treat you. So, tell me, Rido...which one of us do you want inside you first?”

It was certainly a bit of driving the screws in, but also seeing whether Rido was really going to go through with it when the reality was laid bare in front of him. The human recoiled at first, but the pain from the poison was still there, and with a look of utter humiliation, he motioned towards Grofus. Grinning more widely, the panther stood and approached Rido, making a nice show of his size to the human, as well as giving him an up-close and personal view of what was going to be penetrating him. Rido’s face contorted as he saw it - a pointed head with barbs on it, followed by a smoother shaft the rest of the way down, but one that was quite a bit longer and thicker than Rido’s own cock had been. Driving home the fact that he was giving himself over to something very inhuman.

Grofus knelt down behind Rido, gripping him tightly as he put one hand in the human’s shirt collar. “Since you have such an interest in seeing us nude, I figured before we started, I would...return the favor.” Rido wasn’t given a chance to protest as his shirt was forcefully torn from him, the weakened fabric giving way easily under the powerful pull. All he had left on him were his shoes and socks, but Allivel was rapidly clawing them off, taking no care to keep them undamaged, and with Grofus’s grip on him he could do nothing but concede to the treatment until his feet were as bare as the rest of him, putting him on exactly the same level as the two anthros. His dripping cunt was completely exposed to the world...if anyone else came through, even without knowing he had given himself to the slaves, Rido probably would have died of embarrassment before the poison could claim him. The one saving grace for that was that this was an extremely uncommon expedition...but that meant no one was going to free him from the whims of the two slaves, either. Though perhaps ‘slaves’ wasn’t the appropriate descriptor now...

With one more solid motion, Grofus pushed Rido onto his back, the powerful arm imposing on him without hesitation. He could see the musculature on the panther, an impressive specimen that he’d taken pride in showing off...not everyone could get the biggest and healthiest anthros as their slaves, and Rido had crowed about them, perceiving them as a status symbol. Now that strength was being used against him, and there was nothing he could do about it...even if he wanted to resist, he didn’t have remotely any muscle behind him, it wasn’t something he was supposed to need, muscle was for the laborers, not the masters. The burn in his cunt kept him from even trying, of course, and he also didn’t resist as Grofus took hold of his right leg and pushed it up, spreading Rido wide and displaying his need even more clearly. That cock rubbed against his twat, barbs catching on the inflamed clit and making Rido mewl out...it felt disgustingly, agonizingly enjoyable to feel that scratch, traitorous sensations rocking his body and making his fingers and toes curl. He couldn’t let that happen, he had to endure these two but he couldn’t let himself WANT it, LIKE it…

But while he was trying to muster up that resistance, Grofus speared in, his cock piercing well into the human’s newly formed depths. A cry rang out from Rido as he felt a sudden rush of sensation that blitzed his body, making him shudder and shake in what felt like an orgasm already. Those barbs scoured him deeply and the thickness of that shaft imposed so forcefully on him, and heaven help him it felt too good for words. His body was primed for sex, the heat dulling anything that might have been unpleasant and amping up the desirable sensations, demanding sexual satisfaction, demanding to be bred. It would be impossible for him NOT to love it...which was not something known by Rido, but which Grofus and Allivel were plenty aware of.

Before Grofus began thrusting, though, Allivel took his chance to join in, settling in over Rido’s head and pushing his cock into the human’s face. Rido was startled by it at first, not expecting the presence in the first place and then not expecting what he was seeing - a match in size for that of Grofus, with a head that was encircled by a spiky ring and had small, solid bumps along the shaft. Visually even more bizarre than the panther’s, in Rido’s eyes, but he wasn’t going to get any less familiar with it. “Come on, I don’t expect you to be any good at cocksucking, but you might as well get started.”

That didn’t seem like part of the deal...but Grofus pulled back, and his mouth opened wide in a cry, and that was all the more opportunity Allivel needed. Rido’s mouth was suddenly crammed with lizard dick, he could barely handle what was pushed in and that was only a fraction of what Allivel was packing! His tongue was swarmed with the flavor, thick and dry and musky, and distressingly inoffensive. He should have been disgusted, retching over the very idea much less the actual act, but nothing about it inspired any unpleasant feelings, he almost liked it! And he was getting plenty of it, as Allivel wasn’t removing his cock from the human’s mouth, instead pushing back and forth, threatening to breach his throat at any time and slathering his fluids all around...and all he was doing, all he could do, was lick and suck on it, and breath in the heavy musk that kept flooding his nose with every breath.

For Grofus and Allivel, it was a glorious turnaround - their longtime tormentor now brought under them, they had the power and they were making full use of it. Grofus was pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust, growling in lustful pleasure as he shoved into that sodden pussy. “The stories weren’t kidding...he’s so wet and needy, and he’s clenching around my cock nice and hard. Swear he’s cumming constantly. The leksha acrisia really does make the eater become desirous...I suppose that’s why they used it on captured foes, to try to show their kind how much they had broken from them. Very few would eat them so willingly like him...”

“Fuck, I believe it,” hissed Allivel. “He’s sucking me like a nursing kit! Ooh, damn, I thought that short face would be terrible at this, but he’s so eager...can’t wait to feed him a nice thick load.”

It was horribly embarrassing to Rido, to hear the two anthros speak so demeaningly of him. That was supposed to be his role! But even worse was that he knew it was all true, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it - he was constantly wet, gushing over and over, his body shaking in orgasm quite often, and even when it wasn’t the constant buzz of bliss radiated through him. He was trying, but badly failing, to resist the allure of the sexual euphoria; it all felt too good, he wanted more of it, couldn’t have imagined NOT wanting it. And the degrading reality that he was being violated by creatures that should have been far below him...not only was that not deferring any of the pleasure, it might even have been making it better! He knew he shouldn’t want it, and he still did, more than anything...he was moaning loud enough to be plenty audible even with that cock muffling him, and not a hint of that was in distress.

Grofus and Allivel could feel their new bitch succumbing, and ramped up the pressure ruthlessly. Allivel shifted his angle and pushed in deeper, more of his cock pushing inside and breaching Rido’s throat, stretching his jaw wide enough that it looked like it might break. And Grofus drove in hard, finally hilting as his cock pushed its way past that deepest inner gate and laying proper claim to Rido’s cunt. Another powerful shudder raced through Rido, making him tighten down on both cocks...it seemed like it might be his real climax, but Grofus knew it wasn’t, he wouldn’t be able to cum fully until he’d gotten a nice splash of seed inside his pussy. He started rocking hard into the human, determined to give him that and make sure he knew exactly what had dominated him and what he would be getting used to.

Allivel beat him to it, though - the lizard hissed loudly as he started to pump his load into Rido’s throat. He got a couple shots directly down into him, before pulling back enough to force Rido to taste and swallow it. That spiky ring flexed out to keep his head locked in the human’s jaw, as well as blocking off any exodus from that hefty load, making Rido have to swallow rapidly, a constant flow of semen rushing over his tongue, a nightmarishly delectable taste overpowering his senses.

So engaged with that, he had no preparation for when Grofus came, nor the sudden explosion of ecstasy that battered him the moment he felt that first splash of wet seed inside him. Suddenly he was jerking and thrashing, eyes rolled fully back as the climax assaulted him viciously; Allivel had to quickly push forward and pin his arms down to keep them from flailing around, and Grofus quickly did the same with his legs, allowing them all to ride out their orgasms safely - though Rido’s outdid theirs by a long shot, as good as it was for the two anthros to use the abusive human, it was nothing compared to the sheer toxic rapture that Rido was going through. He lost track of how long he was plunged in and out of that wild squall, it was long enough that Allivel finished and pulled out, allowing him to voice his ecstasy loudly and freely. Even if there had been an entire crowd nearby, he wasn’t in any mindset to care who heard, he was just too overwhelmed.

He finally settled down, heaving hard as the orgasm left him quite spent...at least, most of him. He could still feel some of that burn deep in his core, his body still wasn’t over that need, though it wasn’t as strong as it had been before. He shivered a bit as Grofus pulled out of him, those barbs scratching hard against his tense passage and making him feel another drawn-out bolt of pleasure. Some of that seed leaked out of him, a stark reminder of his defiling, along with that constant taste of lizard in his mouth...it felt like some weird dream, but after all he’d been through, there was no way he could believe that illusion.

“You don’t think you’re done, do you?” Allivel’s voice made him start a bit; the lizard had walked around him, taking the place of Grofus at his entrance. “I can still smell that burn in you, and even if I couldn’t, you’re not getting off that easy.”

Rido looked helplessly at the monitor, realizing that he didn’t really have a say in this. Allivel was built even larger that Grofus, and without any fur to hide it his musculature was more prominent, making him look so powerful...and looming over him like this, he seemed like a domineering beast that Rido’s fragile psyche couldn’t hope to resist. Already his bravado was shattered...he’d signed himself over to the two, given up even dominion over his own body, and he’d been brought to an earth-shattering climax from them that he’d never imagined possible. There was no aspect in which he wasn’t beneath them, and as the heat built up again, he knew he couldn’t even pretend he was.

“Hands and knees, bitch. And beg for it...tell me how much you want this.”

Rido didn’t bother protesting or dallying...he rolled over and pushed himself onto all fours, looking back at Allivel with a flushed face. “Please, Allivel, fuck my...f-fuck my pussy…” Saying those words broke him further, he was truly at the bottom now, taking ownership of what his body now bore...it felt like a sense of finality, an acknowledgement that there wasn’t any going back from it. “Fuck my pussy, fill me with your lizard cum...show me where I belong…”

“With PLEASURE, bitch.” Allivel wasn’t even remotely gentle, spearing his strange cock into Rido’s tight pussy in one swift thrust. He didn’t work Rido into it like Grofus had, but he didn’t need to - the human’s passage accepted him without complaint, another little embarrassment that compounded all the others that Rido was facing. While it didn’t have the sharp barbs that Grofus’s had, and therefore was a little less rough on his insides, the bumps provided an uneven texture that rubbed against his walls madly, especially given the tight fit of that thick tool in his twat, and that spiky ring snagged on his cervix every time Allivel pulled out, making him shiver and shake at the sensations. His moans were heavy, breathy, and wanton...even Rido could hear how soaked they were with need and want, adding to his degradation, and he wasn’t sure how much more there could be of that, with as thoroughly as he was being dragged down in status.

And yet, there was still more - Grofus didn’t seem to be done with him either, as Rido’s vision was suddenly filled with darkness and one spire of red that seemed to flicker insidiously in the torchlight, the wetness on it clear and obvious. “Why don’t you show me exactly what my partner here enjoyed so much about that mouth of yours?” growled Grofus, in a way that made it clear that that wasn’t a suggestion. Rido didn’t bother trying to refuse, even as he got nervous about those barbs raking against his tongue and his mouth and his throat; he opened wide, and let that shaft slip in. The taste was decidedly different from Allivel’s, not as dry, a deeper oilier muskiness, and the salty taste of his seed was lingering on the surface - as was a more watery but subtly flavored taste that Rido eventually realized was HIM. He was licking off his own pussycum...something he never would have deigned to do with a proper woman, now having to do with something that was his own production. And even that inspired no resistance...maybe there wasn’t any depth he wouldn’t sink to to get the sexual satisfaction he needed now.

Grofus wasn’t as vigorous with Rido’s oral cavity as Allivel was, mindful that his barbs could be supremely unpleasant - actually damaging Rido would be risking trouble regardless, and that tongue playing with the barbs at its own pace was plenty stimulating anyway. “That’s right...get used to the taste, it’ll be yours to experience a lot. Hr, you might even start to find it delightful...and not just because you’re needing it.” He felt Rido tense up a bit, and that only got an amused chuckle out of him - driving the point home was amazingly satisfying, he was going to milk that for a while. Eventually Rido would have to come to terms with it and it wouldn’t get that much response, but while it did, he’d take full advantage.

Though Grofus was taking is easier, that intensity was more than made up for by Allivel, who was pounding away far faster and harder than the panther had into Rido’s cunt. And he wasn’t about to go any easier on the human’s mind, either. “Damn, I’ve never felt something cling and massage my dick like this, it’s like a pussy that was MADE for taking lizard dick! You must really love it if you’re trying to cling to it so much!” He was playing it up a bit, but there was a hint of truth to it - and even if there wasn’t, it made Rido squirm. And that squirming felt good, too. Plus, despite pointing it out, Rido hadn’t tried to stop it, or hadn’t been successful, either one being a clear victory for him.

Every statement was another dagger into Rido’s pride, and the worst part was that he couldn’t work up any sort of response. It felt almost like someone else had taken control of him, and that someone else was suckling and toying with Grofus like a wanton slut, and squeezing down on Allivel’s cock like it wanted it to take up permanent residence. Except he couldn’t attribute it to anyone else...it was HIS want, and HIS pleasure when he gave into it. Which meant he was a bitch, he was the wanton slut, everything was nothing more than his own desires, desires he may not have wished for but couldn’t reject even to the slightest degree. The need was just too strong...once again the pleasure was compounding over and over, making him more wound up, the violent NEED to have his pussy soaked with jizz too much for his brain to even hope to rein in. He needed the two to taint him, that was the only way he could have his relief…

They were getting closer, and Rido was soon actively trying to get them to blow, despite his ignorance of proper sexual pleasure of a partner. He was sucking harder and pushing into Grofus’s cock, the barbs breaching more sensitive areas and still not proving harsh enough to deter him. He clung to Allivel’s shaft harder, releasing the pressure and then clamping down again, especially when he tried to pull out...he could feel some resistance building when Allivel was deep within him, that spiky ring needing to tug harder and send a lightning bolt of pleasure through him. And all the while, they were starting to throb a bit harder and faster, something he remembered led to their orgasms last time...he needed them to cum in him, wanted to make it happen immediately, his mind ceding to the absolute need that his worked-up body was undergoing, the heat in total control.

It was Allivel first again, as with the final pull, that ring jabbed forcefully into Rido’s flesh, swelling out to ensure he was fully trapped inside as the first gushes of seed pulsed out. Rido’s eyes rolled back in his head as a cataclysmic orgasm took hold of him again, his body convulsing in untamable ecstasy. Mindlessly he shoved his head forward to hilt Grofus in his throat, setting off the panther and giving him another serving of anthro seed for him to suck and lick and swallow in the throes of violent orgasm. Once again the two had to hold him tight, their strong muscles straining to keep Rido from flailing around too much while they emptied themselves into him, solidifying their subjugation of the human.

At last, Rido felt the aching need dissipate...and with it, every possible bit of energy he had clung to. It was like the heat was the only thing that had been keeping him upright, and he found himself falling rapidly into unconsciousness with the end of the pleasure release. He couldn’t even keep awake long enough to let Grofus pull out of his mouth, much less Allivel to soften and gain release from the depths of his cunt...he sank into a weary blackness of sleep, where even in his dreams he couldn’t escape the need and desire for the anthros, their imposition on him carried even to the depths of his subconscious...

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Any slim hope that Rido’s ordeal had been a fiction was rapidly dashed as he woke up the next morning - still naked, still with a pussy, and feeling that need creeping back in once again. Not as intense as it had been at the culmination of things last night, and not accompanied with the pain and crawling sensation of impending death, but undeniably there and growing stronger. “Ah...w-why...is it…”

“You’d best get used to it.” Grofus’s voice had a satisfied purr to it that Rido had never heard before. “Your delaying brought this on...because you refused to accept the truth, you waited too long. You’ll constantly be feeling more and more needy until you can’t stand it anymore...unless, of course, you get a cock buried and spurting inside you. That’s the only thing that will ever slake it, and it will only last for a while before you need it again. Luckily for you, it’ll never again progress to the point of putting your life in danger...but you’ll never truly be free of it.”

“‘Cept if you get pregnant, that’ll keep you from having that heat until you’ve had the kid,” added Allivel with a wide grin, also a foreign thing for Rido to see on his face. “Count yourself lucky that that can only happen with a human, because you can bet you’d get good and plump if we had the ability to.”

That was even more worrisome to Rido...at least the anthros couldn’t do it, but what happened if a human found out and decided to make it happen? “That...there...there must be...there must be a way...to reverse this...it...it can’t be…”

“Who knows? I don’t know what human medical science knows, perhaps they could come up with something,” Grofus conceded. “But I imagine you’d have to do a lot of searching...talk to a lot of people about it, all of whom would have to know why you’re seeking a treatment...all those people who would have to be brought in the loop about your little secret…”

The more Grofus spoke, the paler Rido got. There was no way...he couldn’t tell anyone, anyone who knew was a risk of revealing it to the world, and he already had two who could do so at any time, he couldn’t risk others. Unless he was certain that they had a treatment, he couldn’t go to anyone...and would there be any humans who really knew anything about these fruits anyway? If he revealed to people and the result was nothing, then it would be even worse. More and more, it seemed like the only course of action was to do nothing...even if it forced him to submit to the two anthros.

“So you’re gonna want to treat us well, because we can be the difference between agony and ecstasy for you,” chimed in Allivel. “And if you try to do something that would make it harder for us to get our freedom or get us in trouble, we can show the whole world what you’re like. The cameras will do a very good job of backing us up.”

Rido’s heart skipped a beat. “C-cameras?!”

“Oh, yeah. The ones you had us bring so we could get recordings of your smarmy commentary on our ancient cultures. We set them up last night after you left...Grofus was pretty sure you’d break. And we made good and sure you were in just the right place so that it caught everything you did and said VERY clearly. Don’t think you can destroy them, either, we’ve got the cards stored very safely. Once we’re back, they’ll be ready to be put into public at any time...of course, if you don’t do anything to us, we won’t have any need to spread it around.”

They had him by the proverbial balls...Rido knew he wasn’t the one in control any longer. His reputation needed them, his adultered body needed them...the only thing he had was their quest for freedom, but that was next to nothing, taking any sort of revenge would ruin him so completely and utterly that that power was non-existent. Obedience was his only option, it was such a flip from the way he’d thought it would be, he had always prided himself in being in control, in power...he wasn’t now, couldn’t be, and might never be again.

“Well, then...now that we’ve got that all settled, we ought to get going,” Grofus said suddenly.

“G...going?”

“To the Maracusie Hollow, of course. After all, we’ve got quite a lot of ground to cover if we want to get there...well, I don’t feel that there should be any rush, but I’m sure we won’t be going as fast, considering we’re going to have to stop here and there to take care of a certain someone’s needs.”

“It might be a bit easier now that we can split the weight three ways...not that you’ll be able to carry that much, I’m sure,” Allivel agreed. Rido looked, and sure enough, there was a smaller pack that was filled close to busting, mostly with food it appeared. It was a pretty blatant affront, he was supposed to be the navigator, not one of the servants...but that didn’t really seem to matter. He couldn’t really say no to them...the scary part was he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to. Something had changed, for sure, maybe it was the tingle in his loins or the realization of just where he was or something he didn’t even know, but he just had this strange, subtle feeling of deference to them...was that something he could control?

He stood up with the two anthros, knowing there wasn’t much to do other than continue. A thought occurred to him, though… “Can’t I...can’t I at least wear something?”

A pair of laughs from the anthros. “I think if we can’t, then you certainly can’t,” Allivel remarked with a slightly demeaning tone. “In fact I think you need to earn back the right to wear ANYTHING. We need to see that you’re properly behaving first. Else, we might march you right out of the jungle naked as the day you were born...I wouldn’t mind pitching these extra clothes and making my pack lighter.”

Rido flushed. “...Okay.” He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he couldn’t blame anyone but himself for that. Maybe it was a moot point, anything he wore was going to get wet pretty quickly from his leaking twat, he’d probably not want it on anyway after a while. As they started off, he could feel it was only a matter of time before he would be begging them to sate his needs once again...for the second of many, many times in the coming years...