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After signing the contract, Laurel dragged Jack upstairs and into Garron's room, a dust-free environment with tan walls, and brown carpet. Dark Maghony furniture defined the spaces with its subtle red tones, like the modern four-poster bed with empty drapery railings and Garron's desk, which was tucked away in the corner next to the closet. A reclusive den where Jack's big brother spent most of his day. Garron's bedroom's last most striking thing was the row of bookshelves filled with crystal tablets, legal textbooks, battle trophies, and framed intellectual achievements. Though there were many secrets hidden just beneath the tidy surface, like the bench at the foot of the bed that was rolled away with a stiff kick, causing it to rumble with a hollow thud. The clanging of metal parts and stowed objects echoed from within, and Jack couldn't help but wonder what was inside until his mind was distracted by the bed itself.

Beneath the billowing comforter and silken sheets, a more devious creation was hidden in plain view, a cage, wooden two by four bars wrapped around the bottom of the bed, leaving only marginal three-inch wide gaps. Even the kennel door sealed with locking bolts seemed too small to be practical. It was as if the cage was designed to be small, cramped even. Though the fact that it existed only made Jack's skin shudder.

"How long have you been planning this?" Jack asked as Laurel kicked up the lid of the bench to reveal piles of organized restraints and toys, from dildos arranged by size and height to coils of rope labeled by a length, each with a unique color. Jack wanted to run when he saw what Laurel had dragged out of the bin and tossed on the bed, but he knew he'd never get farther than the door before his sister pinned him and had her way regardless.

"Open," Laurel ordered as she grabbed a purple mouth guard, something that seemed innocuous until she started to fill the two trenches with a thick white gel. Jack wanted to laugh because of how absurd everything was, but all that came out was a bouncing dread as he started to realize how serious his siblings really were.

"What is that-" Jack probed until Laurel's hand snapped forward like a crab claw and pinned his jaw open. No remorse, no fondness, just a dutiful dark haze in her twilight eyes.

He groaned, "Sis-" Jack barely started before the mouthguard was carefully wrapped over his teeth. The white gel oozed out around Jack's gumlines, and he wanted to vomit, the diluted grainy mass tasted like concrete. But all Jack could do was drool as the purple mouth guard was massaged in place.

"There, now lean your head forward; I don't want you to swallow any of the binder." Laurel directed as she dragged Jack's jaw down, his drool spilling out onto her fur as she wiped away the excess.

"Bither?" Jack asked, but Laurel said nothing, her smirk saying the worst things imaginable.

When Jack's mouth was cleaned, a ball gag was pushed behind his lips, spreading his jaw wider than it has ever gone before. He could already tell he was going to be sore later. Gagged into silence Laurel picked up a black leather straight jacket, "This is going to keep you all kinds of warm and snug." Laurel grinned as she stepped behind Jack, and started to feed his arms through the sleeves, before zipping up the back.

The straight jacket was surprisingly comfortable for something that was made of leather. The inside was soft, not stiff, and very warm just like Laurel said, as his own body heat and sweat were trapped inside. Though Laurel's behavior was stranger than the straight jacket, as she took a calm almost relaxing route as she tied him up. A gentleness that Jack had never really seen unless she was with a cub, she pet him and tugged on all the straps to make sure the leather was nice and tight; but not too tight. It was almost as if Laurel was walking the last mile of a marathon, the worst things were behind her and now she just wanted to ease on through to the finish line. However, that quickly changed when she snapped the crotch strap up between Jack's legs, a leather wedgie that pinched his balls as he was hoisted, practically bounced a foot off the ground.

Laurel smiled at Jack's own whimpering, before pushing him down on to the bed, his diaper crinkling. "There, all done," she exhaled as she looked at Jack, admiring her work, "This will all make sense, trust me, you'll understand everything once I'm done with you." Laurel nodded as she reached up to hold Jack's cheek, "Ten-shi-Doma." She whispered the magical declaration drowning Jack's mind with shadows, his body instantly collapsing onto the bed.

Strange flashes of light cut in and out of Jack's vision, as if he were waking from a dream only to have his mind suppressed once again, garbled words echoed through the haze, but there was nothing he could make out. Jack could feel time pass, hot and cold as the sunbathed his body and died, and then again as the sun cut through the haze in his mind, dragging him back into reality.

Blinking awake, Jack flinched, as orange morning light blinded him, recovering with iridescent dots staining his vision, Jack did his best to look around and figure out where he was. But he just saw dancing shadows, and rays of light creaking through thick bars.

Shaking his head, Jack quickly became staggered as he hit his head on something just above his head. The blow seemed to jog his memory and he focused his mind and breathed, as he realized he was in the cage beneath Garron's bed. Taking a deep breath and moment to gather himself Jack wondered how long he had been asleep, just a day, days, weeks? He shuddered to think how long he had been unconscious, but such fears would do nothing, he needed answers and his siblings were the only ones who could tell him anything.

Stretching to move about the cramped enclosure Jack instantly knew something was wrong, his body felt 'compact', smaller, like his limbs were there but, they didn't feel like they had the same reach. His hands, his fingers they felt short, same with his feet, and his limbs they felt distinctly restricted, and it hurt to spread them wide. At this point even Jack was a little scared, and crawled his way to the nearest ray of light and pushed his hands forward to see what had changed; and they had changed.

Paws, dog paws, big black and feral, they were the size of his human hands. Wiggling his fingers Jack watched his paws flex in the same motions. Jack couldn't breathe, his chest tightened up as he pressed his paws against his face and felt his new fat muzzle, his canine fangs, and floppy ears. Twisting his body about Jack looked down at his lifted tail, and back legs, and most of all what was between them, a canine sheath and balls, balls bigger than his old human ones...The tiniest bonus, but it wasn't enough to settle him, he needed answers, so he begged for anyone, calling through the bars of the cage for help.

"HELP ME Please!?" Jack howled, clawing himself closer to the gate opening, "Laurel! Garron! What's going on? where am I?" He continued, and the bed above him stirred, dense hooves thudded against the carpeted floor.

"Damn dog, it's six in the morning can't you shut up for another hour? I would have let you out soon enough." Garron groaned as he kicked the bench aside and pulled up the pin to open the gate, allowing Jack to crawl out on all fours and finally stretch as he stood up on his new paws.

"What's going on? What did you to me? I trusted you!" Jack snarled in anger, and Garron rubbed his eyes, pushing the gate closed, "Jake... stop barking, I'm right here."

"So you understand me?" Jack asked, and Garron just pet his head, "Jake, I can't understand you, you're just barking; we put a magical collar on you so you could only bark like a dog." Garron explained, and Jack dragged himself away, shaking his head before falling to his ass as he strained his neck to look up at his big brother, who he was now only hip height with. "Sorry about the shock Jake, we were going to surprise you, but I guess the sleep spell got cut short; just follow me, and let's go wake up Laurel, she's going to love seeing you like this." Garron exhaled as he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked to his bedroom door before looking back at Jack, 'You coming, Jake?" He asked, smacking his thigh to call him forward like a dog.

Jack was silently fuming, but he followed along because he didn't really have a choice, and he wanted to know what the hell was going on, so jack dragged himself behind Garron, realizing that for once, he noticed a new distinct scent coming from his brother's ass, it was like musty soap, clean and well-taken care of, but sweaty and stale. Jack must have been sniffing too hard because Garron looked down at him just as he was approaching, flicking his tail, "Curious, aren't we?" He chuckled, patting Jack's head, "Don't worry, that's the close you're ever going to get to my ass."

Jack snarled and snapped at his hand, Garron flicked his hand away and nodded his head, "Alright, a little deserved, but you don't go treating your master with such disrespect." He warned before opening Laurel's bedroom door, and unleashing a wave of musty unwashed scents, sweat new and old, grease, oils, and metallic scents like copper and iron, and lots of it; the scents stained her beige carpet and clung to the dark china pink walls.

Laurel's poster bed divided the room and was unkempt; she was a rough sleeper and tended to roll around quite excessively. Her dresser by the door was covered in mechanical and polishing oils, her daggers, swords, and spears all hanging on racks beside it, perfectly polished and sharpened.

Garron whistled sharply, and Laurel jumped out of her dreams and sat bolt upright, tearing a dagger from beneath her pillow, holding it defensively, before scanning the room. When her eyes met Garron's she relaxed, before looking at Garron and exhaling and brushing back her fur, exhaustion hitting her like a brick as she slumped against the back board, "What the fuck Garron?"

"You're pup woke up earlier than we planned," Garron simply answered before stepping out of the way to reveal Jack, and Laurel's smile lit up like a summer sun, "Jake, you're finally awake! come here, big guy." She waved Jack forward, patting her bed, and it was almost by reaction that Jack jumped up perfectly on her bed; he was in control, but it was like all the math to calculate the jump and the position of his limbs was automated. Laurel reached out to pet him, but Jack just dragged himself away.

"Woof.." Jack barked in annoyance because it's not like he could say anything else.

"Right, the collar, yeah, we don't understand you Jake. As long as it's active it limits your speech to that of simple barks and howls based on your emotions. It's originally designed to silence mages and prevent them from casting spells, but I modified it to change your vocal patterns." Laurel explained, and Jack looked at his sister's desk tucked away in a corner of her room, it was covered in mechanical prosthetics and a mess of electronic parts. He knew that Laurel helped build service droids and servers for the Nexus, but he never considered that she might be this good at building and enchanting.

"Yeah, I modified your body; how do your limbs feel? Anything pinch?" Laurel asked after following his line of sight, and Jack just looked at his paws and up at Laurel and whined, how far had she gone?

Laurel's ears flattened against her head when she heard Jake's whimpering cries, taking a moment to gather herself Laurel rubbed the pummel of her dagger against her brow, "Dammit, Jake, I'd never hurt you like that, so stop sounding so pitiful. Your body is fine; you have nothing to worry about. You're in a bitch suit with neuromagical-limbs; all I did was alter the direction of your neural impulses so that they fed into your mechanical limbs, instead of your normal arms and legs. That's why you can feel and move them with such precision."

Jack sat down on the bed doing his best to calm himself as he nodded, barely understanding what Laurel said, but that didn't explain everything, so Jake opened his mouth and let his thick tongue hang from his muzzle. "Same thing, you're wearing a pup mask that I modified drastically, mechanical mandibles, Demeterium-Alumin teeth, and a synthetic tongue. Those dentures you saw me put in your mouth are connected to the base plates for your upper and lower jaw, it severely limits how much you can open your jaw, but you only need small motions to make vocal sounds and to eat." Laurel continued, and then Jack pointed to his groin with one paw; mainly, he just wanted to know what they had done to his balls to make them so big.

"Right, we neutered you. I forgot about that." Laurel noted, and Jack shook his head, looking at Garron and Laurel, "You did fucking what!? But I have them, they're right here!"

Laurel flinched under the loud assault of barking and snarling that Jack could only produce, and compress her ears against her head to muffle the assault. Only after a minute of expending his emotions, sitting silently, seething on the bed did Laurel take a breath and point to her dresser.

Sitting in a glass mason jar frozen solid, a pale pink ball sack was suspended in the frosted ice with a blue band cinching it closed. Jack's jaw dropped as he just stared at his own balls, "Also, I put a cock ring around your... our dick really, since we own you now; that allows me to control when you pee with a command word."

Jack slumped to the bed and only whined, the closest thing he could do to crying. Laurel reached out to comfort him, "Look, it could have been a lot worse, we could have cut them off while you were still awake." Laurel apologized, but Jack saw it as anything but, and jumped at her hand, biting it hard, as hard as he possibly could.

Surprisingly, Laurel cried out in pain, her yelp snapping Jack back into reality as he looked at her bleeding hand; it was covered in deep gashes, exposing some of the bones and muscles as they twitched. Jack thought it was fake until he tasted the copper on his teeth. He never wanted to hurt her, pinch her, yes, just something to make her think twice about touching him, but nothing like that. Jack didn't even think he could hurt her because a human jaw is normally so weak, and with all the headgear, he thought he might just pinch her.

"We did it to prove a point Jake." Laurel exhaled as she clutched her hand against her chest, never once letting go of the dagger, as she kicked herself out from under the covers and walked to her desk, "You're our slave, you do what we command. We lived for a year being used by you, it's about time you returned the favor. We took your balls, so you'd realize that it's not about you... fucking dick." She explained, gritting her teeth as she used a green crystal tipped soldering-iron on her hand, circling the wounds to close and heal them, "We did it to make a fucking point, do you really think I can't fix it? With a little bit of healing magic, I can easily reattach them and make it so they were never gone in the first place, or I can help you regrow entirely new ones. That was always part of the fucking plan." She exhaled, wincing in pain as she stretched her healed hand.

Jack couldn't say anything, but he wanted to; it was just that magical gag that made any kind of conversation pointless, all he could do was listen and nod, just at least somewhat thankful that he'd get them back eventually. "Look, I get why you bit me, but that's the last time you go unpunished. Do you understand me? Bite me again, and I can ruin you in ways you haven't even dreamed of; now look, it's not like I didn't compensate you after I neutered you, I installed some big balls on you that give you all the same pleasures but none of the testosterone, so hopefully you'll mellow out soon enough." Laurel added as she came up behind Jack and cupped his sack, quickly realizing that his sister's 'gift' gave him more than pleasure when she squeezed one of his new balls, and a sharp jarring pain made him lock up.

The pressure faded to soft and gentle bouncing pats, "See... feels great huh?" Laurel laughed before letting Jack go so he could sit up and shake off the pain, but when he was done, Jack still looked down at his paws, wondering how they could have made him look so dog-like, so he gestured to 'all' of himself and looked up at Laurel for answers.

Laurel sighed and threw her dagger at a target board, hitting just off-center, "It's some pretty intense illusion magic; I can give you the body and the ability to act like a dog, but there is nothing I can do that'll make you look like one. So there is a small magic system on your back that creates a hard line illusion around your body, and this illusion gives you the full appearance of a dog, down to touch sight and smell; only some really well-trained mages will ever be able to see past it. The problem is that this illusion kind of breaks when your body can't fit inside the bubble that forms your appearance because it can't change your size or shape, so I had to find a dog breed big enough to fit your exact measurements or as close as possible. Which is why you're Newfoundland, the excess fur really hides any flaws in the illusion." Laurel thoroughly explained before reluctantly offering her hand to Jack, who looked at the offered appendage and just slumped to the bed, letting his sister have his way with him, with a defeated grumble.

"Good boy, now that's better... I always wanted a dog." Laurel pet, almost squealing as she finally seemed to have Jack under her control and reluctantly docile.

"Well, you're the one who wanted to turn him into a dog, so you have to take care of his messes and feed him." Garron declared firmly, and Laurel nodded, "I know Garron, don't worry, I'll teach him to go potty outside, but for now, I'm going to go on a jog. Want to come with?"

"I'd love to, but can't; I'm going to make some coffee and get ready for work, and remember you only have him for three days before he's mine. So don't waste it." Garron finished, and Laurel waved him off, "I know Garron," She repeated with a bit more annoyance as she dragged Jack into a hug, smothering his ears with her breasts, "I already called out of work, so I'll be here all day playing with this big lug." Jack rolled his eyes at the bashful comment and soon realized how much he was going to dread the next three days when he watched Laurel walk away, pull a neon yellow harness and leash out of her closet and smile viciously at her new little bitch boy, "Walkies..." She giggled loving the dread that rolled off Jack's soul.

To say that Jack ran away was an understatement; he 'noped' out of the room, charging down the hall and past Garron, who did nothing but O'lay his robe away from Jack fast enough so he could see the stairs he was charging towards. "Ohhh, look at that...! Look how eager he is to go out on his morning jog! He must really want to go for a marathon around the farmlands with that kind of attitude!" Laurel laughed, swooning for her canine companion, speaking loudly enough so the whole house filled with her demented teasing while Jack thundered down the stairs with his quick-stepping until he hit the first floor.

Jack glanced up the stairs, and Laurel followed along like a video game psychopath, taking her sweet time to meander and slowly follow behind him. Though Jack saw why he got such a massive lead on his sister, she had taken more than a few seconds to pull a sports bra and sky-blue jogging shorts that clashed with her twilight eyes. Her eyes cut across the air and stabbed Jack in the side with her smirk as she spun the leash with a victorious lackadaisy way, "There's no escape Jakee, why don't you just be a good boy and sit for sissy?"

Jack spun around looking for a place to hide, a means to escape, but all he saw was the front and back door; there was no way he was going out the front door, not like this, so he booked it to the back door beside the kitchen, he bit at the bar handle and tried to pull it down, but it wouldn't budge, he was locked inside. All Jack did was hurt his jaw as he realized that the simple twist-lock was a horrifying adversary, "Open! Gods open!" He barked at the lock, trying to use what little magic he had to escape, and watched as shadows seeped around the lock and started to twist it, "Oh, is that what it is? Does the big boy need to go potty? I thought I would have to train you to go potty outside; it's nice to see how 'potty' trained you are." Laurel laughed with a condescending smile, knowing that Jack was anything but.

Jack looked up at Laurel; she was reaching the final step; just as the back door unlocked, he bit down and dragged the door open before bolting out the door just before the shocked sister could stop him by grabbing his tail, "Dammit! Jake.... Really?" She huffed as she looked down at her pet from the patio, the big mutt standing nervously in the center of the spacious backyard, one of the benefits of living outside Avonmori and having nobles for parents; they had luxuries like space and yards.

"There is nowhere to run, not unless you want to run for the hills, you're not going to win, so you can come quietly, or you can test my patience, your choice." Laurel sighed as she stretched her shoulders and neck, just waiting for Jack's choice... He just sat down; he wasn't going to go jogging with her, he didn't want to be seen like this, but most of all, Laurel was a fitness nut who went on hour-long jogs for fun, he'd more likely die from exhaustion.

Laurel exhaled, and her gaze narrowed, as she walked down the steps of the patio, Jack taking a step back to avoid her, his reaction making Laurel's jaw drag back in restrained annoyance, "So you're going to be a little bitch about it?"

"I'm not a bitch," Jack howled with a deep bouncing rumble.

"Oh! Stop your whining." Laurel countered as she tapped her foot on the ground, and on impulse, a four-walled pen jut up from the ground and locked all of Jack's escape routes; however Jack was quick to retaliate by cutting them down with his shadows, and jumping over the debris to avoid his sister, who leaped out to grab his collar but failed, only causing her to hit the ground. Laurel smacked the ground and swept her hand to the left, the ground rolled under Jack's paws, and he toppled over, at which point Laurel charged again, trying to pounce on him, but he redirected her attack with his shadow shield, launching her face-first into the fence, the wood cracking under the impact.

Jack could feel Laurel's rage through the ground as she picked herself up and snarled at him, hissing as she lost herself and attacked with almost feral ferocity. Jack barely evaded her attacks, using his magic to protect himself and evade. While Garron, the dwarvish stud, just pulled up a chair, kicked up his knee, and started swiping through newsreels on his tablet, as he sipped on his coffee, saying and doing nothing else but maybe cast a glance at the feral squabble beside him.

When Laurel toppled onto the back steps, she glanced up at Garron, "Aren't you going to help me?"

"You're the one who wanted a dog; he's your responsibility, that's what you agreed too; I'm not helping," Garron answered simply, and Laurel turned over and sat on the step to lick her wounds, closing the cuts and scrapes with magic, while she caught her breath and fixed her small ponytail, never once taking her pointed focus off of Jack.

Before taking a breath and throwing out the leash to Jack, "You can either go on a walk with me, or we continue this till you can't move, and I lock you in a shock collar and take you back upstairs to teach you some respect. So your choice, now choose how you want to spend the rest of the day... Sleeping on 'my' lap, or in a kennel missing more than your balls." She retaliated, and Garron leaned more into the chair, kicking it back and rocking it softly, "Carrot and stick, Laurel, carrot, and stick." He whimsically added before sipping on his coffee again.

The words took a moment to reach her, but when they did, her mood softened with a breath, "Garron and I are thinking about getting pizza for dinner, so if you behave for the rest of the day, you can have some too. OK?" Laurel offered, exhaling as she rubbed her forehead, leaning into her hand as she waited for Jack's response. Who grumbled a reluctant agreement, picking up the leash with his paw, before pushing it up into his muzzle and dragging it over to Laurel. Her shock almost laughable, as if she had never expected such an offer to work, but Laurel beamed and grabbed Jack's head pulling him into a hug, "I'll make sure there are jalapenos on half, just how you like it."

Jack grumbled, he was never going to be happy about it, but pizza seemed partly worth it, so he let himself be leashed and dragged away through the back yard. The walls and ground repairing themselves with soft seismic ripples of magic that emanated from Laurel's firm stride.

"Be safe, and don't work him too hard Laurel, or he won't be able to do anything else." Garron waved off with his mug, not even looking up as Laurel opened the back gate, "We will. Have a good day in court Garron. I hope you win your case!" She returned; Jack exhaled but howled his own goodbye, knowing if something happened, he might regret never saying anything.

Garron looked up and smiled and nodded, "Bye," he finished before the gate was closed with a click, and Laurel started the morning jog with a soft bounce, dragging Jack along as she swiped the back of her ears to activate a pair of bone conductive earpieces; something she almost never took off. Laurel was always listening to something, books, new articles, or music, but the dynamic piece of tech allowed only her to hear it all by creating a second layer of sound vibrations on top of all the other ambient noise that she could hear.

Jack looked up at the back alley fences of a suburban gated community commonly reserved for Mincridarn nobles and knights; it was quiet, the neighbors were probably hanging in the front yard or getting ready for the day, which is why Jack didn't want to go outside, it wasn't just a normal quiet run with a single passerby, it was hundreds of eyes, with Mincridarins working out in garages, jogging at their own pace, or just talking to neighbors. Some humans, though uncommon, fell into the life of the community and were outside smiling and waving to Laurel as she jogged past their yards. They came up to the front gates and were just about to leave until a gruff greeting stopped them.

"Where are you kids off too?" A grumpy tiger called out from behind, even Jack could recognize the voice of Sir Oric, and turned around to face the retired knight, and look up at the mangy and mangled tiger. Half dressed in in a fundoshi and dress that was his ornate emerald yukata, partially tattered with fraying edges. A Snake's fang, a barbed cleaver hung from his back hip. His body was heavily bandaged and wrought with blank scars, from years of punishment, being owned as a slave, for fighting as a guard and then knight for thirty years. Forty-six years old and the one-armed master was the oldest Mincridarn in the suburbs and probably the few hundred that were still alive.

His legs folded as he slumped to the ground in front of Jack, his green eyes bearing down on the human, "What in creation did you do this time to piss off your sister, Jack?" The knight asked, his eyes diving deep beneath the illusion to see the human beneath. Jack would have pissed himself, but only Laurel could give him such release, however, he was still ashamed of his canine form, so in embarrassment, Jack backed up and hid behind Laurel, who sat down in front of the knight, "Do you want a truth or a lie, sir?"

"I didn't get to be where I am by listening to rumors and lies, always be an honest young one." Sir Oric declared, and Laurel sighed as she nodded, before pulling herself closer, so she could whisper everything to the tiger.

Sir Oric was quiet and patient, his face like cold stone, unchanging and frozen into a damning scowl, but by the time everything was finished he looked at Jack who was trying to hide behind his sister, sitting on his haunches so he could avoid the shame. "It seems like he deserves it, but turning him into a concubine right now in these turbulent winds is ill-advised; keep the pact sheathed, don't ever reveal it unless absolutely necessary, Laurel." He vaguely warned, and Laurel nodded, "I know sir, but what do you mean?"

"I smell blood on the wind Laurel, darkness is falling, an eclipse is forming, the spirits are turbulent and unnerved, confused, and they're not talking." Sir Oric answered, his emerald eyes flashing with a gray haze, before he stood up, "Are you training?" He asked, looking down at the siblings.

"We're going on a jog. Do you want to come with us sir?" Laurel offered, standing up to greet the tiger, who shrugged, "It's better than watching the trees; come along, young ones, keep up... I get to mount the first to fall." He chuckled with a pervy smile, something Laurel returned as she laughed, "Do you really want to waste your seed in this bitch's butt?" Laurel asked as she unlocked the gate, before nodding towards Jack, and the tiger reached out to stroke Laurel's muzzle, "Is that an offer?"

"Request, offer, it doesn't matter, I'd be honored to be mounted by you." Laurel agreed as she reached down the old veteran's pants, "The problem is, do you remember how to use this bountiful blade?"

"I maybe old, but I'll never forget how to use that one," Sir Oric chuckled as he stroked her stomach, "How old are you, Laurel?"

"Twenty-two, sir,"

"And you have yet to produce a single cub?"

Laurel scoffed and dragged Jack closer, "I already have one; this idiot's a life long commitment."

Jack's cheeks burned as he looked up at the knight, who chuckled and nodded, "OF course, but if you're ever in heat, come find me, I'd love to give you your first little one." Sir Oric offered, and Laurel's scent changed to something denser, and stronger as she started to drip under Sir Oric's stroking, his knuckles rolling across her tight shorts. "Come with me, and we'll go somewhere private and secluded." He nodded for Laurel to follow, pushing open the gate, and ushering the siblings through before taking a strong lead, always several steps ahead, and never once breaking his stride. Sir Oric may have been a horny tiger, but he treated the jogging as rudimentary training, something Laurel was all too happy to mimic as she followed close behind, while almost dragging Jack along, who was forced to smell the stiff musk that was trailing off their groins. It was an exhilarating scent that left Jack with a bouncing semi that popped up into his underbelly with every back kick.

However, Jack's flaccid excitement quickly sheathed itself after ten minutes when he realized there wasn't going to be any show, and that he'd be waiting a long time before he saw anything happen. Only an hour later did Sir Oric dare to slow down, bouncing to a stop in front of an orchard, divided from the main road by a deep moat of water; an irrigation channel used for farming the crops. A robust stone bridge linked the road and the orchard with a simple blocky railing, "This way," Sir Oric directed with a nod as he led Laurel into the apple orchard.

The Farming round was covered in tall grass, old branches and leaves dotted the ground, and the sweet-smelling orchard filled with all kinds of apple trees had this soothing, relaxing presence. Jack had to admit it was a nice spot, somewhat secluded, and on bright summer days, the dry warm weather was all too perfect in the shadows. The trees swayed, and the grass looked like an ocean with light streaming through the cracks in the leaves.

Sir Oric continued to push deeper into the round until they had come to the center of the orchard, as a single standalone tree bloomed upwards and outwards with a magical life, its dense gnarled root structure spreading out like a spider's web as it connected all the trees. Though open, they were sure to be hidden as all the trees in the orchard were offset between each ring. Jack couldn't even see the road where he stood, looking about and just taking in the view as he relaxed, panting as he tried to gather himself after such an excruciating jog.

However the peace was slashed away, as Jack was quickly attacked, the 'D' ring on his collar scooped up and dragged away towards the origin tree. A soft thunk echoed up through the bark as Sir Oric's barbed cleaver locked Jack's neck in place, forcing his head mostly down so he could only stare at the grass and roots unless he really craned his neck. "You can sit right there, and wait, till I'm finished with your sister." Sir Oric declared as he grabbed Laurel's wrist, his sister almost violently reacting until she realized Sir Oric didn't mean to hurt her and instead dragged her into a kiss. Laurel dared to hold the tiger's muzzle against her own, while her fingers traced his scars and the cuts in Sir Oric's chipped ears; both recycling each other's breath until Laurel had to gasp, panting, a trail of shared saliva hanging between their muzzles.

Reaching up Sir Oric rolled his hand up under Laurel's crop top and dragged it over her head, before tossing it in front of Jack's nose, along with her musky shorts and panties. Forcing Jack to smell his sister's rising heat and sweat, all of which burned Jack's mind and forced him to dip down and rub his nose in her soiled panties. "That's the closest you'll ever get to your sister's loins when I'm done with her." Sir Oric mocked, Jack, glancing up at the knight in shame as he struggled to drag his nose away. But laurel was quick to cut in and pick up her own panties, draping them over his head, his nose sinking into the sweetest part of her panties. "There, that should keep you occupied, while I'm below Sir Oric." Laurel laughed before reaching up to grope the knight's scars, "You are stunning sir," She admired, as the Knight kissed her again. "Thank you Laurel, but speak freely, I'm using your body." He countered as he helps Laurel crumple to her ass and lay back on the grass, so she could spread her legs to the crouching tiger. "Oric, please mount me, I want you. I beg of you, please just fuck me." Laurel begged something Jack had hardly heard before.

Sir Oric smiled and allowed himself to be guided over her body his one arm holding him up as he lined up his pointed barbed cock with her dripping heat. "As you command Laurel," Sir Oric agreed as he pushed himself deep inside, sinking into her wet folds thanks to her natural fluids, and all the sweat they had built up from the jogging. Laurel's cry of pleasure cut through the forest as her fingers crushed the soil beneath her; the grass around her grew with rapturous life, lifting her hips in a dense bed of green seeding stalks, that cloaked most of her body as she laid back, eyes closed, allowing herself to be completely vulnerable as the Knight cycled like the seasons through her. The pause of a restful winter, a wet stifled calm like the springs, the ravenous farming summer, and the dying fall that flowed into the calming winter once again. The cycle continued perfectly until a storm had descended on them with cracking thunder as branches snapped under a stranger's foot.

Laurel flinched and cowered, hiding beneath Sir Oric, the tiger pausing as he protected his mount. His presence quickly softening up as he recognized the distant figure.

"Again?" A new voice called out in annoyance, neither mad nor angry, it was more like he was just tired of walking in on Sir Oric's mating.

Sir Oric pulled out of Laurel who moaned, trying to hold him down in protest until his head descended to kiss her southern lips, "Don't worry Laurel, my friend won't disturb us." He assured, sitting on his shins as he lifted Laurel's hips into his chest, before pushing his nose into her heat and opening his lips to consume her ass. He rimmed her, and Laurel cupped her muzzle before hiding her face beneath her crossed forearms. Her mouth gaping and echoing nothing but pleasure as she moaned, and groaned as the sandpaper tongue cleaned her in ways she never had before.

"Well, how long are you going to be? You're in the middle of my picking time?" The stranger asked, sighing as he seemed to just accept the circumstances.

"That depends on one thing." Sir Oric answered as he dragged himself away from Laurel's ass, something she refused by crossing her legs, and pulling the tiger's muzzle between her thighs, so she could hump his whiskered chin. Something Sir Oric allowed to happen with a lewd smile towards the stranger.

"And that is?" The stranger asked, retaining his position out of view.

"On whether or not Laurel lets you use her tail." Sir Oric answered, partially muffled between the red Panda's legs, something he pulled himself out of before looking down at Laurel, "Are you willing to let Wal have your tail?"

"Yes, now just shut up and fuck me." Laurel ordered and Sir Oric chuckled and flipped Laurel into his chest before hoisting her up and fingering her ass, before scissoring her wide, preparing her for Wal, whoever that was.

Carrying Laurel to the tree and leaning against the dense wood, Sir Oric lifted Laurel's tail and spread her cheeks so Wall could come up from behind and plough her with no remorse and no restraint. Laurel shuddered under the protrusion, her claws cutting curls of wood into the bark behind Sir Oric's head. Her muzzle locking up as she sharply exhaled through her teeth, her entire body shaking under the sheer tension of her stressed muscles. Then when Wal pulled out, Laurel gasped, her toes curled as her body bowed, her head hiding beneath Sir Oric's muzzle as she panted.

Laurel's claws cut across the wood and onto Sir Oric's shoulders, blood seeping from the shallow wounds before a distinct backstabbing pressure shot a sharp pleasure up her spine. Causing Laurel to snap forward and wrap her arms around Sir Oric's head; holding it for dear life as her body bounced up into the knight's chest.

However, Sir Oric had yet reentered Laurel, so with a quick adjustment he bounced his loins up in her fertile caverns. His loins stroking Wal's cock through muscles and skin, their tips tracing each other's length with pointed tips. Their desynchronous penetrations left Laurel barely conscious, she was limp between the two males, only Sir Oric's kiss kept her awake, feeding oxygen directly into her.

"I'm close sir," Wal answered pausing for a moment to gather himself.

"Good, hold her close so I can line up, and then we'll attack at the same time," Sir Oric organized, and moments later Laurel's orgasm was silent, not that she tried, she just had nothing left to exhale other than a gasp of breath that drained from her lips. Her body completely collapsed, unmoving, panting as if in a bad dream as her senses were diluted with the agony of her orgasm. While the two males continued to fuck her in unison, bouncing Laurel up with their hips, her orgasm dripped down along their balls and between their legs, staining the grass with her stiff heat. But the two males weren't done, as they continued to bounce, and thrust in perfect time until climaxing and shooting their own seed deep into Laurel's feverish recesses.

Sir Oric growled and bit into Laural's shoulder, while Wal was silent and finished, pushing everyone up against the tree to steady himself as he filled Laurel's ass with his wasted seed. "Wal, can you plug her up, so nothing leaks out?" Oric asked as he exposed his bleeding claim on her shoulder, and the mysterious male nodded, "Yes sir, just give me a moment; I'm still cumming.." Wal answered, before sharply inhaling as he dragged out and adjusted himself. Sir Oric pulled out as well and helped flipped Laurel upside down, the Red Panda looking almost dead as their loads dragged deep into her body before being sealed shut with gelatinous plugs made from their own pre.

Sir Oric folded his legs as he sat down, so he was level with Laurel, "Next time we meet, I want to hear that you're with child, and if you aren't, we'll just have to keep doing this until it takes. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." Laurel whispered, her voice fading on the soft breeze that washed their scents downwind as she reached up with a feeble hand and stroked his muzzle, "will they be yours or mine?"

"It will be your choice, I've lived too long without passing on my legacy, my blessing, so I hope it continues to live within our cubs." Sir Oric answered, nuzzling Laurel's hanging cheek, "As long as you bear my kin, I shall always be your ward and protect you, and your family." Sir Oric assured and Laurel, pulled the tiger down into a kiss, "I won't dare to let any other male touch my loins as I wait; I will make sure there is no doubt."

"Thank you, Laurel." Sir Oric whispered as he reached out to helped her get dressed, before grabbing his cleaver and sheathing it, allowing Jack to finally see the stranger who was buckling up his leather slacks. Wal, was a tall regally built Irish badger, with advanced muscle tone, something between a jogger's body and weight-lifters dense size. He wore a sweat-stained white working shirt, and an old canvas apron that draped down over his brown leather slacks, and muddy leather cowboy boots. He smelled of manure as if he raised his own animals, as well as fermented apples, and baked goods. Wal looked down at Jack and raised a dangerous brow, "That dog better not have made a mess in my orchard."

"He didn't," Laurel defined as she got to her own feet and rubbed her stomach before kissing the badger's cheek, "Thank you for sealing Sir Oric's seed inside my womb,"

The badger instantly softened his gaze falling to Laurel as he nodded with a smile, "Of course, anything for a beautiful warrior, thank you for letting me use your body." He finished with a gentle pet before groping her ass, "When you're done having Oric's kits, you're always welcome here; I wouldn't mind having a cub to raise myself."

"We'll see, but I've better get back home to feed this big idiot; we haven't had breakfast yet." Laurel greeted, walking over to pick up the neon leash, tugging Jack against her side, allowing him to smell the muddled sex and sweat all three of them had shared. The badger brightly smiled, "For using your body, the least I could do is feed you and your feral pet, come with me; I have some delicious tarts that you can have, and some oatmeal for your pet."

"He really shouldn't eat too much, but I'm sure he'd appreciate the snack." Laurel lied only to keep the fact that she had her brother on a leash a secret, while Jack just sat quietly, trying not to breathe too deeply. "Right, of course." Wal accepted before gesturing Laurel to follow, while Sir Oric did nothing but lounge beneath the trees watching the leaves sway in the wind.

The badger's house was solitary and quaint and smelled of honey and baked goods. A brick fence framed the lot and protected Wal's own personal garden. Bushels of apples sat in canvas bags along the fence and in front of fermenters beneath a red-tiled overhang, and the doors of a barn were left open just beyond the fermenting area, with a pasture sitting beyond the stone fence in the back.

Wal pushed open the bottom half of his split door, "Sorry, no feral pets inside, it's hard enough to sell food as is, because of stupid human laws; I don't want anyone to know that I let feral animals into my shop." Wal countered, and Laurel nodded, "Yes, of course, let me go tie him up then." Laurel agreed, leading Jack over by the gate and tying up the leash as if he was just any other feral before leaning in to kiss his forehead, "When we get home, I'll give you one of the tarts." She whispered before leaving Jack alone.

Jack breathed and reluctantly licked Laurel's cheek to show her his thanks; the kiss made her smile, and she pat his head, leaving him alone to enjoy the subtle scents and warm weather as she disappeared behind the door. There was muffled conversation as the two came back outside with a small breakfast platter and jars filled with apple cider. Laurel said nothing as she left a small wooden bowl in front of Jack with apple and honey oatmeal, before sitting down with Wal to enjoy a sugar-rich breakfast and gentle conversations.

While Jack slumped to his chest and looked down at the bowl, wondering if he really was going to commit before his stomach grumbled and decided for him. Dipping his head inside, Jack reluctantly started to lap up the meal, only because he was too hungry to argue. It was still a bit too warm, but it was bearable and sat in his stomach heavily, but it was just a snack, and Jack just felt even hungrier when he finished. He didn't whine; instead, he just sat his muzzle on the bowl and used it as a pillow as he watched from the side.

Laurel laughed at him and called him cute, but her admiration only made Jack just turn away, hating the coddling banter, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, reminding himself that it was only for three days. He'd be back too normal soon enough, so what was the point of making a fuss? He might as well rest while he had the chance; it was a long jog back home.