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When I asked Mistress Laughs in Darkness if it would be possible for me to take part in one of her gazelle-training sessions, she smiled warmly and answered that bold new aspirants were always welcome, and that helping newbies to explore was both her pleasure and duty... but that there was no training session planned during the Grand Brawl Cup.Heated competition isn't the best time to drain the boys' stamina,nortorisk even the most minor injury.I should have guessedthat.

She offered two alternatives, however: she could introduce me tothe Mudlark clan's ball trainer --they do not compete, so theykeeptraining--, or she could invite me to a team "bonding session"instead, for now. As I submitted to her this morning,and was intimidated by the idea of an unknown trainer, I picked thelater. My first "introduction" --she wouldn't give me much detail--was thus scheduled for the evening.

Charlotte was happy and did her best to be supportive and congratulatory despite not having recovered her voice yet.

Needless to say, the remaining of the day until then, as festive as it was, didn't grabmuch ofmy attention: all I could think about, with a mix of fear and desire, was what was going to happen to me later.

--

We follow our guide in a side street and climb the stairs to a featureless, windowless, concrete building. He's a male hyena, thatwe saw with our welcoming party but don't really know,and he isn't talkative. Only Charlotte was allowed with me: Laughsy doesn't like too many cooks in the kitchenwhen "breaking a pointy", but "Pom-pom" was granted that privilege given our close relation. She's walking with a bouncy gait and her tail won't stop wagging, but sherefrains from talking as if respecting some tacit ritual to let me sink intowhatis coming.

The walk felt endless, but now that the guy knocks on the metal door, I'm not so impatient anymore. Actually, ears all flat, I feel a strong urge to run away. The mini-dog pats my thigh and I almost jump. "Hihi, nervous? It's going to be alright: she's our friend!"

After a short wait, the door opens to Laughsy. Her dark fur, serious face, and leather-like bodice, that I grew used to, intimidate me again. Maybe it's in part due to a new accessory: a thick and narrowingpunishmenttoolhangs from her belt, something between a too stiff short whip or too soft cane;made of braided red and white rubber.

Of course, she notices I'm glancing: "Don't worry, Swara. It's a training sjambok, way less severe than the true ones. And for you today, I'll only use it for signaling, if at all. Welcome!"She also smiles at Charlotte. "And welcome to you as well, Pom-pom. It makes me happy to share this with you. Speaking of which..." She returns her eyes to me and points a finger down. "The first step is always the most intimidating, so let's not let you 'cook' in your stress any further. Greet your superior like your friend taught you, boy."

I blush very hard. "Y-yes, Miss."

"You will use my full title, today." Her tone is casual and gentle: she's pointing me the rules but isn't scolding me for my mistake.

"Sorry. Yes, Mistress."

I had not realized this was supposed to be a lesson for me, but I remember the scene from earlier. It's reassuring to know exactly how I'm supposed to react, and also to note that Laughsy is probably making it purposely so by adjusting her rituals to me.

Not letting her wait, I lower one kneeto the floor, and then the other, prostrate on all fours and reach my muzzle to place a light kiss on the very tip of her toes. Careful to keep my eyes low, I hold the pose there.

"Good boy. Flatter."

I flatten myself onto the cold concrete, which makes me muffle a gasp. My chastity cage tapson it and I hear the beads of my collar rustling: nakedness on the floor,and full focus of my eyes on the lady's strongfeet,makes me hyper-aware of every little sensation.

She raises her foot and, imitating Charlotte earlier, places it on my forehead, grinds a little, and shifts some weight on me. Mercifully, in a more controlled way than mylighterfriend! I still feel stuck and completely controlled. My cage is almost painfully tight. I am, oddly, less terrified and growing a bit entranced as she lets the time stretch.

"Good boy. You're doing well. And what do good boys say when their rightful place is acknowledged?"

"Th... Thank you, Mistress."

She nods, then pulls back her foot. "You can stand back up. Follow me in." We walk in a corridor. The place is dusty, with old paint cracking from the walls, and lacks any decorative feature or furniture so far. "This is a training room. The spartan and cold feel is desired: aspirants must learn focus and humility, and desensitize themselves from fearing such places."

Smirking, Charlotte adds: "And, so, you trainers are the one and only source of gentleness and warmth in that environment."

"That's a very observant remark, you keep impressing me with your natural talent." She stops before a black bead curtain and turns to me. "I know you already understood that BDSM takes a great part in our team building, here. Vague images in your mind and direct experience are two very different things, so we'll begin by some... gradual exposure, shall we say. If you don't feel well, don't be afraid to use your safeword. Even if you're not the one being played with: some amount of stress is normal, but I do care about your emotional safety. Is that clear, boy?"

"V-very clear." Not the one played with? There will be someone else?

"Good. Do you remember your safeword?"

"Y-yes. It's 'fizzy-mango', Mistress."

She nods and swipes the curtains open.

--

The main room contains a few metal frames full of attachment rings, some of them bolted to the walls, large metal cupboards, a rubber "carpet" and a small metal table. The later captures all my attention, because it is where the other male gazelle is sitting.

He's cross-legged with his head down, entirely naked and unable to move: blue medical bandages (a few rolls remain by his side) have been used to restrain him. First, the most striking, his entire face is hidden. Neat interlaced bands, it's almost an artistic braiding, are forming a several layers thick hood, firmly anchored at his sawed short horns, with holes only for the ears and nostrils.

More bands around his legs hold them folded, and secure his ankles together to lock his cross-legged pose. A thinrope also connects his ankles to his neck; it's looped twice around the later, so if he doesn't hold his curved down posture it will tighten and choke him. Peeking down, I can see more wrapping around the root of his penistohold itunsheathed. He's half hard and leaked a lot under himself... and since we arrived, he seems to be recovering a complete erection fast.

Thicker,artistic,weaving is tightened hard around his belly, creating a real corset. His wrists, finally, were similarly bound together in his front before being raised over his head and a second thin rope secures his thumbs together, then to the back of his neck. Also looped twice there. This looks straining, constrictive, and completely inescapable.

"Allow me to put you at a level where you'll see better, Pom-pom." Laughsy snaps fingers at a male hyena that was looking after her prisoner. I only then notice how our guide vanished: they are very quiet and unobtrusive! "Akata: seat." He promptly gets on all fours in front of the table, and the lady lifts the mini-dog to make her stand on his back. "Comfy?"

"Quite! Who is he?"

"Fresh material. It didn't earn a name yet, but you can call it 'slut' if you like to see his ears redden." His ears sure twitch and redden.

"Cooool."

She caresses and massages his scruff. "Slut, you have visitors. Here is Swara: a pointy, obediently chastised to please Trickshot and currently naked save cute feminine beadjewelry. He's blushing almost as much as you, now: not so high in the pecking order... but you are still way below him today."

The bound male has a miserable muffled moan.

"And then, there is my good friend Charlotte. A lovely Pomeranian. If you could straighten up, you'd stand tall above her. But right now, she can do anything she wants to you and there is nothing you can about it."

"I can?"

"Yes. My toys are your toys, honored guest." She smirks and winks.

Charlotte rubs her hands together and her eyes narrow. Again, I see her taking all her time to savor the moment and analyze the situation before attacking. "It's uppity. A switch. It wants to become a good submissive for you, but has trouble controlling its pride. So you are helping it with that, teaching it to accept the loss of control. Am I right?"

"Right on the spot. How did you deduce all that?"

"It's because you adjust so much to your material. Like the gentler ways you have with Swara, and how you used a scene he saw to give him self-confidence about knowing how to act around you. Once you understood that, listening carefully to the way you tease a specific plaything, and wondering which specific plaything you chose to show me,is telling a lot."

"Brilliant!"

"Well, well, then, 'slut'...the most devastating way to make you feel helpless, for a tiny and weak dog like me, would be to make you beg for mercy without even doing much effort or targeting your most vulnerablespots. How about...this?" She doesn't immediately do anything, giving the poor male a moment to huffand tense, and to twitch a couple of times at imaginary touches. Then, only when she thinks he's ripe, she reaches the very tip of a blunt claw to wriggle it under one of his soles.

"Hnf!" He clenches his hooves and shakes his head.

"Awww, ticklish? That's terrible luck for you!" She gets to it for good, using all fingers and two hands, varying the targets and pressure to explore what works best.

Laughsy is beaming a happy smile when, soon, the poor male starts struggling for good and moaning pleadingly.

"It can't escape at all!" notes an impish Charlotte, as she testspoking the sides of his belly and ticklinghis armpits.

"Girl, you are a devilish tease... I hope you have nothing planned after this demo, because you're making me very frisky."

"Nothing that I can't postpone to make love to you! All that is making me hot as well!" She finally stops, leaving the male panting and shivering.

Laughsy refocuses on me. "Come closer, don't be afraid." I obey. "I am not going to put you under the same level of torment right away. Or maybe never at all, depending on your limits. However, if you train with us, you are going to witness some intense deeds done to the otherswho can take it. And, in due time, even if the way is softer,I'll expect you to give me that level of complete surrendering. Are you comfortable, so far?"

I take a second to sort through my feelings. This is intense, indeed! Her words are keeping me on the edge, both reassuring and ominous about my potential future. But part of me is enjoying a lot... is almostjealous of the other male, even. And I'm not as terrified as I thought I'd be. So: "I... comfortable would be an overstatement, Mistress. But I'm... good. And I'm happy to be there."

"Good boy!" She reaches and ruffles my head. "What is your sexual orientation, by the way?"

"Straight, Mistress."

"Straight 'I love females', or straight 'I hate males'?"

"Uhm, I'm not sure I get the question?"

"I want to know if you just lack sexual attraction for the other males, or if partaking in gay activities would feel disgusting or debasing to you. Let's put this in a more concrete frame: suppose that Charlotte and I would enjoy watching you receiving hot and messy boy on boy love from Trickshot."

The Pomeranian's eyes brighten at the idea. "Oh my goodness! That'd be soooo much fun!"

"Wouldn't it? So, of course, you'd keep the cage and be my Tricky-boy's fucktoy. As you are new to this, we'd start easy: no anal, but a bit of sloppy insand outsin the muzzle. Open up." I obey and she pushes a finger in,to start tracing back and forth along my tongue, looking right into my eyes, while she continues. "We'd watch you on your knees,licking his balls. We'd see, depending on the mood, if we prefer to have him coat your face or give you a mouthful. Maybe, after,we'd alsomake you poledance a bit and toy underyour cute doe tail with a thin vibrator;I'm curious if we could get you to beg Trick for freedom fromyour cage thisway."

"Oooh, and that'd be a tease for Trick too! Maybe he'd be up for second round! Yanking your horns and hot-dogging between your rear cheeks! Hihihi!"

A second finger joins in my muzzle and slides in until I wince and almost gag. She pulls them out and wipes them onto mychest. I'm used to easyblushing...but Inever felt my face and ear burning so much!

The hyena winks to me. "So, nightmare scenario, or wet dream scenario?"

I swallow. "I... uhm... M... more a dream... I think, Mistress?"

"So the 'I like females' kind. Good to know. Let's confirm that:" she snaps her fingers and points to the bound male. "It leaked a lot. Clean its cock, with your tongue. Your hands stay away."

--

I lean forward and rest my hands on the table. He groans, but is twitching and leaking more pre for me to clean up. Reaching sideways, I manage to ease my muzzle close... and gets a full breathof his pheromones. Damn, when they release me later, I'm going to regret having accepted the chastity cage! No time to brood over that now: highly aware of Charlotte's fascinated gaze, I stick my tongue out, andcheck another mark of my "never thought I'd ever do that" list.

I can't help wincing, but bravely flatten and curl my tongue on him, thentrace up. Itry to collect as much of the oily liquidas possible;it doesn't taste as strong as I feared. And makes the motion very smooth. His member is very warm,and I can feel it reacting to the caresses. He snorts... and shoots a new rope right on my nose.

The Pomeranian chuckles. "You're sooo cute with your crossed eyes! Hihihi, so focused! But not very sensual."

"Well, be kind to your pointy, dear: you can't demand quality boy on boy action from a virgin straight male without granting him a bit of training first."

Devastated in humiliation and loving it --and further crushed by loving it--, I keep lapping with dedication. He isn't helping: when I try to clean up his urethra, he wriggles and moans, and keep leaking more and more.

Laughsy has mercy. Or gets bored. "Good effort. This will do."

But not Charlotte yet. "Shouldn't he do the balls too?"

"Would that please you?"

She nods enthusiastically.

"Clean up his balls, boy. Thoroughly."

I moan miserably in chorus with the other male and get to work further down. Cleaning up a wrinkled sac proves a lot harder. Especially as his balls are pushed away by my tongue, which gets worse and worse as the heat relaxes him down there.

The hyena provides hints. "Open up and suckle on them. Go gently, this can easily be painful for him otherwise."

So I open wide, curl and tug with my tongue the best I can and suckle--carefully--from the side. I mostly manage to get one ball in.

Both ladies have a good chuckle, then Laughsy rubs my scruff appraisingly. "Your technique will need work, but you proved your eager to serve. That will be enough, boy."

I am relieved to be allowed to straighten up. I swallow and suckle on my tongue, but the texture of pre on it --and on my lips--won't go for a while.

In the meantime, the trainer goes opening a cupboard to pull out zebra-shaped a strap-on dildo. Just like the one that Charlotte loved so much at the hotel, only a few sizes smaller! "I heard you were into these?" She raises a finger in front of her lips at the end, to hint usnot to spoil what "these" are to the blinded male.

"Oh! My! Goodness! Iiiiih!"

She finishes buckling up, then picks a small box. "You will also enjoy these, I believe." And she comes handing it to the dog.

Charlotte opens it and observes a row of stainless steel rods, of increasing calibers, each packaged in a separate sterile pocket. There is also a tube of some gel, sterile compresses, and sterile gloves. I have no clue what these are for.

"Put gloves on, hun. Then, useafirst dry compress to wipe itclean. Next, a second compress with antiseptic gel for the finish. Finally, give a good coating of gel to the... hum... let's say,numberfour," the hyena instructs, while putting a glove as well and using it to coat lube on the faux zebra member. "Our toy here is straight, like you, Swara. But also flexible, like youagain. Seeing itsphysical reactions when I painteda little scenariobetweenTrickand you, I'm sure it wouldlove to replacehimif this is what it'd take for me to allow itsorgasm. And,oh!how it wouldloveto pin Pom-pom down and ravage her!"

Charlotte, who is carefullyfollowing the instructions, chuckles. "Not gonna haaaaapen, slut," she sings teasingly.

The male whines and wriggles a little: he's hearing noises and is getting his penis cleaned up with no clue of their exact plans. Despite his obvious desperation, I think his main concern right now is how worried he is.

"Hold on, Pom-pom, I'm going to slide itback a little." The male's hips are grabbed and he's tugged until his bottomis hanging above the table's border. Getting the hint, he tucks his tail down. He gets a light tap on the buttfor it. "No, tail up, slut." He obeys. "Swara, come near me." I gingerly obey.

The mini-dog has to sit on the table to remain in reach of her target. "I know that gazelles are very patriarchal. And also hierarchical about males, only a few top ones allowed to have sex. Sexual penetration is loaded with super dominant and possessive symbols for them, am I right?"

"You are absolutely right, yes."

"Hihihi..." She rips the rod'spocket open. "So, what I'm about to do to him is... very cruel,for a proud, dominant-leading, straight, boy, isn't it?"

"Quite." The hyena's smile grows more predatory than ever. "If you don't feel up to it, you do not have to. I'll understand!"

"Hihihi, nah, I'm good. I'm very, very good. Hihihi, so, huh..." She pumps the rod up and down in the air with an interrogative look.

"Yes,onlya lot gentler: this is a fragile hole. First, you insert it very slow. Lubricate generously and stop at any resistance or signs of pain. Then nice and slow strokes, a couple of centimeters longonlyat first. As itsbody accepts the sound, you can make larger motions, and even twist in for variety."

Ithink he understands,then. He has a burst of half panicked muffled moans and his hands open and close in his back.

Charlotte is frowning in concentration as she holds his tip between two light fingers --pinky up--and aim the rod toward his urethra. "Shush, slut. I know she gave you some safeword or signal... so if you're not going to use it, try to take this with dignity! And dooon't move, please." As I can see her expression, I'm completely certain she's determined not to let him finishthis with any dignity left!

He shudders at the cold touch and gets still. I'm admirative that he doesn't use his safeword! The metal spreads him in places the average male never see explored. How does this feel? He doesn't seem to hurt, but looks mighty uncomfortable and distressed, huffing and rocking his head as he is penetrated ever so slowly. Accurate and careful, Charlotte controls her pace and angle: there is no bump until the entire rod is in. She grants him a brief pose. "Invasive, much? Hihihi." And she starts pumping a gentle centimeter, nice and slow. Which gets a good moan and grunt out of him.

Laughsy caresses his back. "Good boy. Relax, it's an acquired taste: you'll soon love it as much as you like to be pegged." On this, she pushesthe dildo under his tail.

He has a bout of muffled complaints, I guess he's trying to argue about loving what's next.

"There, there. Stop grumbling and get ready like I trained you. Because I want to entertain my guest,and am not going to be gentle today."

He whines,but calms down and takes a breath. I see his lewdly presented clenched ring relax some and Iswallow. Will this happen to me soon?

"Now, beg for it."

Muffled groaning.

"Pom-pom: pause, please. Boy: I said beg for it."

After a last, way more hesitant, groan and a whimper, he moans inarticulate pleading.

"Good boy." And she bucks her hips. It is not a violentmotion, but she's leaning her weight into it and the lube will not allow any resistance. The male's ring slowly but ineluctably parts, and the toy eventually jabs in a little. He shivers and shakes his head, then whines. "Calm. Watch your breathing, boy." She holds still while he takes back control on his breathing and calms down. Then she finishes pushing herself in up to the hilt. That's... thirteen, maybe fourteen centimeters of thick shaft buried in him, making him gape! Wow! "You can resume, Pom-pom."

"I'm impressed, slut! You take this like a professional cock-sleeve! You must have a lot of training!" the other devilish lady teases, while building up the urethral fucking's dive.

After a satisfied hyena chuckle, Laughsy looks down at me again, while starting to rock inthe poor male in short but firm thrusts. "Still alright, Swara?"

I'm leaking a rope of pre all over my hooves despite being so sorry for the male. Am I really desiring to endure his predicament? I nibble mylowerlip and send him an apologetic look... that he, of course, can't see. "I... y-yes, Mistress."

"Good boy. I have one last task for you and you'll have aced this first introduction."

I smile with relief, reassured to see her happy and to hear that I will soon be granted a break to process all that. That relief is short-lived when she next wraps her fingers around my sac, gives a light tug down, and begins rolling my balls in her palm.

"While mob rugby is a competitive sport, it is first and foremost a team effort. Ties between us all are of utmost importance. So, when I train boys together, I never put them into competition. It is all about cooperation, caring for each other."She's still ramming the boy --with wet rhythmic noises that are almost hypnotic--, whose ears show me that he listens with as much attention as me. Two fingers tighten around my left ball and I clench on the floor as the pressure briefly grows uncomfortable. "It is especially efficient with you herd boys. So, how would you like being a good, selfless, pal, and helping your partner to enjoy a much-needed climax? Despite you not getting any pleasure in return, of course."

"Hnf... I... Yes, I want to help him, if I can, Mistress." Will she make me suck him off? That seems difficult in his current situation.

"Good boy. What do you say, slut?"

The other male moans with gratefulness and hope: if I'm the chastised one, I guess he has been much more teased and denied than me, so far. I feel for him and, even if this is terriblyfrustrating, I sincerely want to help. Not just to please the ladies.

She continues. "Then, this is very simple. I give my authorization: slut can cum anytime itmanagesto--whichI'm sure will besoon,under our loving attentions--, and will not be punished. However, the closer itgets, the tighter my hand around your nuts will become. Just say 'please, stop'when you need it to end,and I will.But this will also enditsopportunity. Do you understand?"

What trouble I put myself in hits for good. My hands fidget on my sides,and I need to struggle the urge to reach down. "Y-yes, Mistress," I mumble so anxiously the end of it dies in a strangled whisper.

"Good! Pom-pom: I leave the control of the pace up to you. Do your worst and have fun!"

"I'm having _so_much fun right now! Sorry, Swara, but I'm going to make you deserve his climax! Chin up! I trust in you!"

"Hands in your back, Swara. Stand on a leg and hold still."

--

I have a good balance, so standing on one hoof isn't difficult. Doing so, I soon find out, is drastically reducing my ability to wriggle. I clasp my hands tight together and await for the pain to come. It doesn't arrive yet: Charlotte is quietly pumping that rod in the bound male's urethra, sometimes slowing to add more lubrication. As his body is adjusting, she can safely, and gradually, increase the pace. But this isn't enough to get the boy off: he's panting short, mostly from the stress, and sometimes grunting or snorting when Laughsy gives him a good thrust in the rear. But his pleasure is not raising much, so the hyena just rolls my balls in her gloveless hand, lightly rubbing them together. It would be rather pleasant, if it weren't so menacing.

Now that she can be a little less careful with the rod, the Pomeranian shifts gears. She reaches a finger under the teased member's head and starts rubbing in light but fast circles. "Oooh, I can feel it through. Can you, slut? You are pretty. And fit. I'm sure many short dog breed girls would have a great time getting fucked by you." She grants him a couple of real strokes, then resumes just the teasing rub. "If you didn't choose to get trussed up like a pathetic plaything instead."

He whines and his head rocks. He inhales sharply. Laughsy's thumb stops my balls from moving and hold them still, giving me a first taste of dull pain.

"How would you do me if you could? On top, doggy style, holding my hands down and biting at my scruff to show me you're the boss? Would you enjoy it, to overpower and dominate a small predator?"

The verbal tease seems to work well on him. I'm not as good as the twoatreadinga male's reactions, especially a "hooded" one, but the vice grip steadily tightening on my jewels gives me a very good track on the process. The pain drills more and more urgently in my belly and it's my turn to muffle an oppressed groan.

"Keep breathing," instructs the hyena. "And straighten back, that will help with it. The slut stands no chance of any relief if you allow panic to settle."

"Y-yes... Mistress..." I need a lot of effort to talk, but doing what she says helps me recover some control. I'm determined to help the poor male. I'm determined to entertain Charlotte. And I'm determined to prove my dedication to Laughsy... and to myself. I _can_take more.

The mini-dog is so focused she forgets to wag, for once. "I'm not sure I want to stroke you... that would sure feel nice for you, but you're just a chew toy today: I see no reason to allow you to cum like a real male. And Laughsy said you had to acquire the taste." She stops even the light rubbing, and just keeps on with the rod, but gives it a gentle twist every now and then.

The iron grip on me isn't relenting, tho. The male snorts, shakes his head, and whines.

"What was this? Are you begging me? You need to beg a lot better if you want to get on my good side, slut. And you're not in a position to try bargaining for your pride: Swara is in tears already, she won't hold much longer!" What? This is a flat-out lie!

It works well and he breaks into miserable inarticulate begging.

Charlotte wriggle on her seat and tightens her knees, her own breathing shortening.

"Tease," whispers the hyena, who is nowgrinding on her strap-on more than the strict necessary.

The other sticks a playful tongue at her. "Good boy! That wassome good begging: you definitely deserve some nice stroking."

He whines the most humbledthanks.

"_However..._Say, Laughsy, I don't want to mess with its training. I feel that good boys should not necessarily get what they deserve, as long as what is a punishment and what is our whim is clearly established, because it's fun and because it teaches them that we are the oneswho choose and have initiative. Do you agree?"

"Completely. Do you want me to ram it a little harder to help stimulate it in a fitting way?"

"Please!"

Laughsy builds up the pace, shaking the whole bound body under her assaults... while her partner in crime keeps toying with the rod without offering the male any form of "normal" stimulation anymore. Understanding he's not getting any better despite his humiliating surrendering, he has a bout of struggling in his bonds.

They hold well, and it looks exhausting. A bit of self strangling later, he has to calm down, panting short. But his penis is leaking more pre.

And the hyena is now grinding my balls together to the point I clench my belly and feel my eyes wetting. She's strong! I... don't know how much more I can take, and begin doubting. I grit my teeth and whine pleadingly at my turn.

"Good girl, Swara. Be strong, I know you can take more. For us, please!" My friend is smiling at me warmly. It is not so reassuring, however, to realize that she's now focused on my balls: while Laughsy is tracking the other male's pleasure, she's indirectly reading it in my pain; twisting and pumping her rod without even watching at him.

They started him up for good, and there's no turning back. Despite the unusual stimulation, he's on his way.

One finger folds between my balls to separate them and to get them well stuck at the very bottom of my sac. A couple of firm downward yanks help tighten all that and make me shudder. Laughsy stops rolling to only tighten sideways and my supporting leg starts shaking. The pain is debilitating. "Haaah... Please! Haaa!"

"Please, stop?" inquires the hyena.

I shake my head frantically. But I was close. I still am.

"Good boy. Then stay put."

"Hihihi, wow... they are actually flattening! Is it safe?"

"Perfectly safe, when you go gradually the male's genitals can take a lot of abuse. I'll show you just how 'pankake' one can go on a more experienced male, sometimes. With a plexiglass ball vise: it's spectacular."

"So awesome!"

Well, I may not be yet at the anatomic limits of an "experienced male", but huge tears are rolling on my cheek and I want to die.It hurts so bad! I can't breathe! My peripheral vision is narrowing,and my head feels light. I can't take it anymore! The only thing preventing me from asking her to stop is that I went so far and hope it's only a matter of secondsnow: I don't want to have endured this much only to deny the guy his orgasm at the last moment. "Hfff hfff... oh, mercy, mercy..."

"It is 'please, stop', if you want me to end this, hun. You're doing well. You're at your limit, I'm not going to add further pressure anymore."

I nod with difficulty and look at Charlotte with my best puppy eyes.

She's enjoying herself too much to respond to my silent begging. "Hihihi, this time it's true, slut: your time is about up!"

He bucks in his bonds and clenches on the dildo that's pounding him, joining me in an excruciated whimper. He's riding the edge. I see his penisbobbing from the first convulsions. Just one second more, just give him one second more. He loses his breath and snorts, and the next time Charlotte pulls the rod, a weak leakof write dribbles as he shudders.

"Aaayyh! Please, stop! Please-please-stop!"I squeal with a high-pitched voice.

The hyena is true to her word and releases me immediately. When blood rushes back in my crushed balls, I get a horrible kick of pain before the relief, and my leg betrays me for good.

Luckily, probably expecting it, she was ready and grabs me by the horn. "There, there, pointy! Don't go fainting on us. You did very well for a first time! Very dedicated. Anything to say, slut?"

Charlotte pushed the rod all the way in and then stoppedplaying with it, so only a few dropsof sperm managed to leak out. It's enough to smell in the air, but I'm not too sure if he experienceda genuine orgasm or if it ended ruined. He's out of breath and further prostrated than before. But he makes an effort, a huge effort, to summon enough force to try mumblingsome thanks to me. And he's joining his hands in his back in a thanking gesture too. I'm so relieved I managedto help him!

Laughsy unbuckles her strap-on, but doesn't pull it out of his loosenedring. Instead, leaving it in, she pushes him back to the center of the table so he'll sit on it. She snaps her fingers. "Akata: resume watching after him."

The male hyena, whom we completely forgot since Charlotte moved from his back to the table, rises and bows silently with a smile. He's completely erect, but neither attempts to hide it nor to attract attention to this fact: a dedicated helper, I note to myself.

His mistress palpates the sides of the bound boy's "corset" and ponders. "Hum. Threeliters enema, with extra oil, through the strap-on's injection tube. But don't force it if it will not fullyfit. Let him hold that for two hours, and then you can free him for today."

"Yes, Mistress. How about the sound?"

"It will drop on its own when the slut softens. Let it happen naturally."

"Understood."

She turns to me with a pleased smile and grabs mycheeksin both hands for a good rubbing. My ears get a thorough massaging and, while I'm still crying without managing to stop, this feels wonderful. "So, boy. How do you feel right now?"she peeksdown atmy crotch, that I'm carefully cradling. "Beside the obvious."

"A... achieved, I think. And... relieved. Earlier, during the raid, Curveball told me that being hunted by friends would snuff some of my ancient fears. It was true, but this... I... I think you killed more fears in me and... That was incredible, thank you." My voice break and I start sobbing at the end,without really understanding why. "S-sorry..."

"You have no reason to be sorry at all, Swara. Come here." I'm not given the time to comply: she plucks me up in her arms. "Aftercare time, pointy!"

"How... how about him?"

"He'll have his as well, don't worry. It's just that his trainingsession isn't finished yet. Don't worry about him, he's in good hands."

"Oh... thank you..." I snuggle against her, needing the comfort, and feel Charlotte's hand rubbing my bottom. Probably because she can't reach much higher. "Oh! But you and Charlotte..."

"Hihihi, don't be silly! Taking care of you comes first. We still have plenty of time to make love, and, believe me, I'm not going to lose the mood so easily!"

Laughsy hyena-chuckles. "And should it happen, I would 'sacrifice' a new boy to revive your desire."

"Oooooh, okay, then. Maybe my fire will extinguish if we spend too much time cuddling Swara. But duty is duty, even when it's hard. Oh, woe on me!"

"Tease!"

--

The spartan and scary place has a hidden room that is, in contrast, all cozy, warm, and pleasant. With a fluffy sofa and plush carpet, and a coffee machine. That can make chocolate, with milk foam on top. And I get extra sprinkles,and a warm towel while I recover, well cushy, between my two favorite ladies in the world.

My nuts are still hurting a lot. When I ask about it, I'm reassured: this is perfectly normal and not a sign of injury. Also, if I stick to the training, I should expect to often end the day all sore.

We chuckle a lot together.

When I fully recover, the two ladies are growing quite frisky: I don't think another victim will have to suffer today.

Laughsy has a last thing to show me, she says.

The Welcome Box

We arrive in the underground and turn the lights on. In front of me is a row of metal boxes. On the top of each, two pairs of leather cuffs with their chains, padlocks, and keys in a little plastic bowl.

She opens one: there is straw in the bottom and two rails on top and bottom of the left side. The thick door has holes about ten centimeters above the floor.The boxis just the right size for a sitting gazelle.

Laughsy explains: "We call them 'welcome boxes'. It's a bit of a tradition for new aspirants to spend their first nights in them: it helps them to sink in the role." She smiles and brushes my head. "However, we do not force things: it can also be too much for a beginner. So, I'm going to let you decide. It is not a trick question: there is no right or wrong answer, I won't be disappointed whatever you do. Think of how you feel,and how you want to advance: nice and slow, taking a step,then a break to process it;or head on and going as far as you can with your momentum."

I nod, starting to ponder already.

"So, the question is: do you prefer me to call a helper to bring you out, and finish a normal day?Charlotte and I will join you a little later, and there are a lot of pleasant things to keep you entertained outside. Or, do you want to enter in the box and be locked until we come back tomorrow for the bonding time? You will then be all alone in the dark and get the time to think. For example, to the fact that Charlotte and I will be just one room above having our fun, and that you thus are the only one here who don't get any pleasure today." She smirks.

Ouch. That stung... But also that's hot. She gives me all the time I need to decide. My current state of neediness is not helping: it makes me want to endure more torment, even if I know that it will only make things worse. I also have that fear in the back of my head that if I stop too soon and, as she said, lose my momentum, I may not be able to continue these incredible experiences later.

"I..." I look down at the Pomeranian a last time, for courage, then up at the hyena. "May I stay in the box, please?"

"Granted."She pats my shoulder. "Sit inside, facing us. Be careful with your horns when entering." She picks the restraints above while I obey, and tosses one of them to my friend. "You will do the legs and I will do the wrists. Look:" she catches one of my hands and wraps the first cuff around my wrist. "Snug, but not tight. He must still be able to flex his joint freely, we don't want to compress his veins or nerves." She moves my hand to check. "The attachment ring doubles as the buckle's prong. See, when I add the padlock to connect the chain, it also locks it close. Then, you pass the chain around the rail... there, and you can do the other side. The same." She secures my second wrist and I end up having to hold them up, secured to the top rail.

The mini-dog is promptly securing my ankles together and to the bottomrailwhile the hyena checks that I'm well cushioned on the straw.

"Comfy, pointy?"

"Uhm... q-quite, Mistress."

"Good. With these cuffs it's safe to let your arms hang. You'll get sore shoulders fast if you keep raising them on your own."

"Oh! Thank you." It makes it more comfortable, indeed.

"Now, careful with your knees and feet: I'm lockingyou up."

The door closes on me and I hear the padlock being set. It's almost entirely dark, only the breathing holes letting some light in. As they are at the door's bottom, I can't see outside at all.

The outer world's noises are also muffled. "Oh, my goodness! This is so hot!"

"I knew you'd love it. One sec..." She knocks on the door. "Someone will be watching after you, don't hesitate to ask for help if anything is wrong. But as long as it is not the case, you are not allowed to speak until I return. Goodnight, pointy."

I hear walking and they turn the light off, leaving me encased in my cold box, alone in complete darkness.

She didn't lie about me having the time to meditate, undisturbed.

--

Ihave a few moments of anxiety and shift, restless, in my box, at first. Then I acclimate and find a comfy position leaning against the wall: it starts cold but warms up fast at my contact. And I find peace. The thing turns from prison to cocoon, and my restraintsstrip any responsibilitiesor worries away along with my freedom. I'm the Daggers' toy and they'll care for me and protect me. So safe and quiet in the silence.

--

The light goes on again and I hear walking hooves and heaviersteps. The other male and a hyena, maybe? They do not speak, I just hear some chains tinkle and a metal door locked nearby, then the heavy steps leave and darkness falls again. My cell neighbor, as obedient as me, is silent save a bit of chainrustling sometimes. Silence and darkness gradually erode my peak of curiosity, and my meditation resumes.

--

After, I think, a few hours, the light goes up again. To my surprise, my door opens. So soon? I blink, dazzled, while I'm uncuffed... and re-cuffed? As my eyes start getting used to the light, I recognize Laughsy's hyena assistant: he untied me from the rails but kept me fully shackled. "Up, boy," he says, "careful with the horns."

Obedient, I get up and walk behind him as he quietly circlesaround the room a few times, holding on my wrists' chain. I need to make short steps to avoid tripping on my hobble, but he's adjusting his pace.

We eventually return to the box, which he simply points. I sit back inside, am reattached to the rails, and am enclosed again. I hear him walking my neighbor the same way, then darkness and silence returns.

--

"Up, boy." Second walk. I have no idea of the time anymore: is it the middle of the night? Morning already? Much sooner but the box is messing with me? I'm hungry and thirsty and I want to pee.

We return to the box and I expect to be locked back. "All fours, stay."

Ah, change of pace. So I get to see the second male in his walk. He's more athletic than me and he's indeed the one who was tortured earlier: it's easy to see because his fur is still a little flat where it was compressed by the bands. He's sneaking several sideways looks at me,and tries to nod and smile discreetly: I think he's itching to thank me. I return a radiant smile but am less good at being sneaky and the hyena sees me. He doesn't react in any way. Well, we were forbidden from talking but not from smiling, I guess!

"All fours, stay." My brother in helplessness gets on all fours by my side. The hyena leaves and returns soon to place a metal bowl in front of each of us. He pours some cereals into each, with a plastic dosing cup, then two volumes of water. I hesitate, unsure if I should start eating. "No, boy. Wait."

He checks his watch and waits a moment. The cereals grow in the water, forming some sort of a cold porridge.

"Okay, eat."

We both lower our muzzles without hesitating and eat like old times animals. It is not amazing, but it's alright, and filling. I thoroughly lick up my bowl but couldn't avoid getting my muzzle messy.

This was planned: next, the hyena comes with a big towel and wipes my muzzle. "Your place, boy."

I return in my box on my own. He does the same to my neighbor, returns to retie and lock me up. Same for my pal. Darkness and silence again.

Drat, I didn't get to pee... should I have asked?

--

Ishouldn't have: toilet break is scheduled for the next walkie. We just don't get to choose, it happenswhen the hyena decides.

--

Lights on. I close my eyes not to be blinded by the opening door. The door opens, but the hyena doesn't touch my cuffs as he usually does. I blink and reopen my eyes carefully... to find Trickshot crouching before me with a big smile.

"Hey, hey, champ! Living the life already? Are you acclimating well?"

I nod silently.

He tilts his head curiously.

Softball's appears from the side, and she waves to me at her turn. "He's not allowed to talk back to us, remember?"

"Ah, yes! You're right! Gosh, that brings me back!" He raises a thumb up to me. "Very obedient, already! Hey, I've been told the Mistress _mashed_your balls? That's true?"

I nod again with a wince at the memory, even if the pain eventually faded out.

"Ouch! She has a fierce grip, I know!"

"He's lucky she only used her hands."

"What? He's a total newb, Curve! Her hands were already a lot!"

"True, true." She winks to me. "Miss Laughsy likes you, kid. She's not shy about complimenting the good boys, but as you have no comparison point you may not know: you're doing well!"

"She's right! Few pointies end up in the box with their balls mashed on their first day. Kudos!" He stops as if suddenly remembering something. "Oh! Curve, give them to me!"

She hands him a bag.

"Oh, come on, you ate them?"

"Justa few... It's alright, he's fed here."

"Not nice, girl! Okay, here's still something sweet. The food here isn't great, and it gets lonely." He fishes a piece of sugar-coated cactus from the bag and holds it before my muzzle.

I hesitate.

"What, you don't like them?"

"He's not unruly like you and I, Trick. He's not sure if he's allowed."

"Ah, of course! Good girl! Okay, did the Mistress told you any rules abouteating?"

Ishake my head.

"Exactly. And I'm your boss top male, doe, so you have to do what I say. Now open up!"

I'm not entirely sure, but he knows better and that looks delicious. And I don't want to insult him while he's being so nice. I let him feed me some crunchy sweets.

My neighbor ruffles his chains nearby, and both look his way.

"Oh, you are not alone?"

I show him one finger.

"I see." He looks down in the bag. "I'll give him the last two: it's important to share with your pals. You don't mind, right?"

I shake my head and smile at him.

"Good doe. Lick my fingers clean."

Once I complied, he disappears from my sight for a moment. I soon hear Curve's voice. "What are you doing?"

"I'm feeding him, can't you see?"

"Through the air holes?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"The air holesthat are low? While he is attached with his arms up? Sheesh, think, Trick!"

"Oooh, right! Good point."

The door is open and I hearsome chewing. Then it is closed again and my friends return.

Trickshot crouches and takes back his mean and somewhat contemptuous face, while brushinghis lush pompadour. The same kind of act as during our first encounter, except that it works even less when you have the friendly attention first. "Okay, doe. So I hear that you suck cocks now? And it wasn't mine? Not cool, I thought you were more respectful of your top male!"

I lower my ears. Even if I know he's overdoing the scolding, I sincerely don't want to disrespect him. I wish I could explain how I was only obeying to higher powers and didn't mean bad.

Of course, Curve comes to play with the situation. I'm starting tounderstandhowcunning hercharacteris. "You should totally demand reparation, Trick!"

"Yeah, I totally should!"

"By totally punching the guy in his sorry face, Trick!"

"Yea... what?"

"The guy. Sucked-dick boy: I'm positive that's the one in the next box. He's even tied up for you!"

"Whaaaat? I'm not beating up the new guys!" She completely ruined his badboyact.

"No? Well,then,the only way I can see for you to reinforce your rank is to have your doe suck on the _right_cock,like she should."

He recovers his good humor. "That's a good idea." He frowns back when seeing that she's reaching a hand in the front of her pants. "Heeeeey, are you going to touch yourself watching us?"

"Mmmmaybe?"

"Okay, but you can't pleasure yourself before me. I'm your top male as well!"

Wide grin.

"Curveball!"

"Alright, alright. I'm not climaxing before you say I can. Boss. But you'd better not make me wait too much."

"You! Hah! Maybe I'll make you suck me off next, to remind you of your place!"

"Sweet! I love your angry sex. You're the best when you're angry."

"You don't deserve my angry sex, you tease! I'm going to angry-fuck him right before your nose, instead."

"No can do."

"Oh, yeah? You think that?"

"No can do: you're not angry at him. Only I know how to anger you right. I get all of your angry sex."

"Oh you..."

"All of it. I have angry sex monopoly on the angriest, sexiest male in all Volkvang."

"In all the Seven Daggers, yeah!"

"Nah...But top five, easily."

He tries a last angry look at her but can't hold it any longer and they both burst in laughter.

When she recovered, she pushes him forward and stuffs her hand down her pants again. "Okay, fuck his face already: we'll get caught if we stay much longer."

"Okay, okay!" He pats my cheek. "Don't be afraid, I'll go gently."

It's a bit weird: I still don't feel any desire for gay sex... but I like Trick and I want him to be happy.And I'm a little hot for all his "I'm your boss" game. So I'm up for this, and will do my best.

--

The box resonates with a bang, "Ow!"andTrickshot steps back holding his forehead.

Curveball rolls her eyes. "Or you could get him out of the box first?"

"Yeah, good point."

He unshackles meand I come kneeling in front of the box. Curve comes next and re-shackles me, with my hands in my back and the wrists and ankles chains caught together. "Like this. Better. Spread your knees wide."

Ido, and obediently open my muzzle.

Trick stands triumphant, and now bare bottom, in front of me.Hegrabs myleft horn,andhis other hand gives me a gentle ear rub,before he takes the bad guy face again. "Get to work, doe! Nice and slow!"

"But not _too_slow, though."

"Yeah,fullnice and medium slow."

Uhm, I wish to please, but that's a complicated demand given my level of oral technique. A bit of foreplay, then? I reach forward and humbly kiss his sac, before placing a few licks onto it. Trick is growing full mast. As his balls keep escaping, I try opening wide and suckling onto them. He looks down at me with a tilted head, but grunts encouragingly.

Curveball loses control first and starts chuckling behind. "Oh my gosh! He's so cute! And so terrible at this! Hihihi!"

"Not nice, Curve..."

"Oh, come one, no offense meant! I mean, he's new, it's only normal. He will learn. But,come on!this is so... Hehehe!you,with your pants off,getting the worst ball sucking ever... Hahaha!"

"Mmfff, you're not helping." He holds my burning red cheeks in both hands. "Don't listen to her. You're doing your best, and I'm sure you'll get great at this in no time.But do my cock, instead, it'll work better."

With a sorry look up, I move my muzzle to engulf his length and start suckling with dedication. I try a few head bobs as well, but don'ttake him toofar near the back of my throat. I hope he won't mind.

He doesn't. "See? It's not that bad! You know the saying: oral sex is like pizza, even when it's not good, it's not bad!"

Curveball peeks from the side and observes my effort with a serious face. "Better, yes. Okay, pro-tip, Swara: if you want to _really_make a male rut, you got to blow around it. Like if it were a flute. I know it sounds silly, but you'll understand when you try it: it's called a blowjob for a reason, hun!"

Okay, don't judge me! I'm a virgin, desperate for hints, and she's good at keeping a straight face. So, yes, I blow, getting my cheek all rounduntil some air escapes from the corners of my mouth with a wet "fllplplpl" noise.

Trickshot release my horn to hold his face in both hands, and can't take it long before laughing again. "Sorry... sorry, I'm not mocking you... it's her, she's evil. Don't listen to her, like... ever!"

Curveball is lying on her side at this point, literally rollingon the floor laughing.

I feel super silly. But have a hard time not chuckling with them. Still, then: why is it called a blowjob?

Eventually,Trick recovers his composure and looks down at his friend with his hands on his hips. "Great. You had your fun, but we don't have all night. So come and help for good, now, will you?"

"Alright, fair enough. I'll be good. Sorry!" She comes kneeling beside us and takes hold on one of my horns. "Take him in your mouth. Tight lips, careful with your teeth, keep your tongue flat so it doesn't get in the way." I do as she says, even if I can't help being a touch leery. "Now relax your neck and let me guide your head."

She pulls me until only a short length of the male is in my muzzle, which allowsher to grab at the remaining of his penis with her free hand. And she starts bobbing my head, rather fast. Her other hand massages, then starts stroking as well, at a slightly different pace to make his sensations more varied (this asynchronoushand motion, I note, is an impressive trick).

That works better and my muzzle is full of pre again soon. Trickball is arching and groaning, looking very pleased.

"Look up at your top male when used, doe," she orders.

He looks back at me, one eye closed and one ear twitching. "Hfff... almost there... don't slow down..."

She slows down. "Hey. You owe me my angry sex later, understood?" And right before he loses his momentum, she resumes at full speed.

Nice enough not to yank my horn and choke me, Trick grabs hers instead in his climax, tilting his head up and stomping in front of me. His member trembles between my lips and starts shooting hot ropes right into my throat. Despite their gentleness, it hits the wrong spot, or I am terrible at this: I gag and cough around him, and I think I bite him a little when I have the impression to drown.

I end hunched and wheezing with sperm dribbling from my nostrils. The taste is also... not my thing at all, and I must be makinga funny face.

Curve is laughing so much that her belly hurts, again.

Trick, remaining pretty dignified in the situation, pats mycheek and help me to straighten. "You okay, hun?"

I nod with a sorry face.

"It's alright. You weren't that bad. You didn't bite me too hard. It's not easy and Curve was a pest: you did fine for a first time. And I appreciate that _you_are respecting me." He kisses the top of my muzzle. "Good doe."

"And now: swallow the evidence!"

They use tissues to clean up my nose and the drops on the floor, then lock me back in my box. The scent remains in the air: hopefully the hyena will not return soon and it will fade away.

He knocks a last time on the door. "Sleep well, Swara! See you tomorrow."

"Sweet dreams!"

The light goes off and they leave. I just hear a last whispered "angry sex!" and a muffled chuckle on their way out.

After that, my night will be quiet.

While slowly falling back into a meditative state, two silly thoughts run in my head: one, that Laughsy was very right when claiming I was the only one here not getting any sex; two, that I did a lot of bonding today, despite the bonding time being planned tomorrow!

After all these emotions, I sleep surprisingly well in my welcoming box.

Bonding Time

I'm back in the dusty corridor, sitting on the floor near aradiator and hands cuffed to it, side by side with the other gazelle. This situation should be distressing, but I feel at ease and in a great mood: I'm well rested, got my breakfast on all fours, morning bathroom break, and a cleanup with bathing dust from our hyena guardian (the chastity cage's cleaning up, however, was embarassing). And I know that my friends are soon coming for me. I'm growing a bit impatient to be allowed to speak again!

I don't have to wait for long before Charlotte and Laughsy's arrival. When the dark hyena comes standing before me, I hesitate and peek at her feet...

She seems to read my mind. "You may."

I'm not sure if she planned this or if she's humoring me, but it's very reassuring to have my first ritual turned into a routine. To know exactly what I'm supposed to do in order to feel at my place. I need some squirming, sideways bending, and tugging on my cuffs to manage to reach down and kissing her toes. I won't be able to flatten, however.

She doesn't seem to mind and pins me down under her foot anyway. "Good boy. Stay." She looks to my neighbor, who has been watchingthe demonstration attentively.Hetenses,he's too far from her. But not from the Pomeranian, whomshe looks next.

Catching the hint, he prostrates for my friend. "Hihihi, hello, hello, slut! Your face is cute without the bands!"

I'm freed and allowed to straighten up, but, to Laughsy's amusement, the mini-dog seems perfectly happy with keeping her own foot where it is during herchat.

"You look like you're getting at ease with the training room, pointy. That's good!"

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Not even stammering anymore." She winks down to me, and turns to the male hyena. "Nothing special last night?"

"Uhm, actually, there was one strange thing: I found sugar in the breathing holes of this one's cage." He points my neighbor, who flattens as much as he can under Charlotte's foot.

"Oh? Well, that's new..." My own ears are flattening as well,I'm terrible atinconspicuous. "Don't fret, boys: solidarity and cooperation. I'm not going to ask you to rat the culprit out." She smirks. "Besides,mylist of usual suspects is short... and their motivations easy to guess. Say,Charlotte, when you chatted with Trick and Curve yesterday evening, did you per chance mention how your pointy used his muzzle?"

"Hihihi, of course, in great details!"

"That's what I thought. Swara:" she snaps fingers and holds her open hand before me, "Open up, and place your chin there."

I do as instructed. Cupping my chin, she stretches me up and leans down for a careful sniffing. I tuck my tail and give her the puppy eyes.

"There, there, no need to be afraid, boy. Did you speak to them?"

"N-no, Mistress."

"Then you didn't break any of my commands, and you obeyed to your top male. You did nothing wrong at all."

Charlotte chuckles. "Poor Trickshot, on the other hand. He grossly underestimated your detective skills!"

The Mistress leans against the wall and takes a moment to ponder. "Severalnew males here, lately. It's stressful for Trick, but I like that he's handling this with his usual friendliness. I don't feel like being hard on him because he sneaked in to check the aspirants,and treatedthem with cactuscandiesand a meat lollipop." She thinks a little more, then hyena chuckles. "Fine, let's pretend I didn't notice anything. I'll allow him to get away withthis one."

"Is it alright thathe thinks he can trick you?"

"Do not worry, I don't have to prove myself to him anymore. Also, let me giveyou an important Mistress advice: you are a real personand your power is based on consent, not might. You don't have to be perfect to fit the role.If your relation with a submissive is challenged by him discovering that you are not an unfailing, all-knowing, godly entity... then that relation was pretty broken to begin with."

"Ooooh, that makes sense! It's good advice, I'll remember!Uhm, but isn't honesty important?"

"About a few special topics, always! Regardingthe secondary ones, it all depends on the contract you weave with your boys: there isn't a unique way, and everything goes as long asall involvedparties give their free and informed consent. For example, I use a tighter hand on my hyena males: if one of them did this, I'd be furious. And rightfully so, because, with the agreement we havetogether, that would be a betrayal. But,then, I would be terribly bored if all my gazelleswere too lawful; so they have my authorization to tug on the leash a littlemore,and to get cunning."On this, she snaps her fingers. "Akata: free them, we're going to bonding time. You can come with us: your cleanup duties here willwait."

--

Akata pushes me with his strongerbody and closes his jaw around my throat. The other male hyena behind me yanks my wrists down to steady me despite my wriggling and I can just stomp the floor. I struggle, helplessly,againstmy "captors". But I will not let go of the domino in my fist: the thing replaces my safeword for now, if I need a break, I just have to drop it.

He tightens his grip and his fangs hurt me. They don't pierce my skin, although I know well he could rip my throat away easily if he wanted to. He'ssqueezingaroundmy jugulars and I feel my heartbeat thumping in my forehead. "Hhff!" I'm not as good as them with my instinct's control,and I actually kneel him in the abdomen. This makes the others chuckle,and he growls. A quiet, low, growl while his big tongue traces up on me: he's showing his lack of anger first, before the manhandling.

When my earsflatten in submission, he grabs my horn and slaps hisotherhand on the side of my thigh,that he catches and forces spread. Someone else snatchesmy ankle and raises ithigh, finishing stretching and controllingme. Now that he has my horn, he can press further and reduce my panting to a difficult wheezing. My forces are draining away, fast.

I find back some energy when whoever is holding my leg up takes a painful bite at my thigh, but at this point I can barely hop on my remaining hoof. Akata grabs my tail to take that last possibility away,and I feel myself sinking for good. I surrender, head spinning.

I realize how my fist loosened only when hearing the domino hit the floor. Teeth and hands immediately release me, except the one on my horn, that prevents me from falling. I cough and pant short. The hyena who was holding my hands caressesmy back gently.

Akata wipes the side of his mouth with his thumb. "Are you okay, Swara?"

"Y-yes... hfff... thank you... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

He chuckles. "And that's exactly why you got a droppable rather than a safeword, pointy: whether you meantit or not, the dominosaysit's time for a break. Don't be sorry, you took this like a veteran ball!"

Another amused male joins his chuckling. "Only Impisi didn't get his bite. Tough luck!"

The one in my back pats me. "I don't mind: safety of the gazelle first. When you're out, you're out, it's the rules."

Knowing how hierarchical hyenas are, I bet the poor last guy is missing a lot of opportunities for fun like this... and at the point I'm at... I look up at Akata. "May... May I have just one last bite before I'm out, please? If it's not the throat, I think I can take it."

"Well, if you insist. Okay, Impisi have your share."

"Awww, thanks!" He grabs one of my ears from behind. The other release my horn so he can yank it to tilt my head, and then gnaw hard at my shoulder.

I can't help a weak cryand close my eyes, to find out how wet they are when a pair of tears roll out.

"That was nice! Can I keep you for a bit of aftercare? MayI have him, guys? Please?"

I look up at Laughsy's assistant, who I believe is the top of the current group.He nods. "You may."

"Sweet! Thank you all!" A pair of arms catch me from behind and I'm lifted to be carried toward a sofa. I'm happy not to walk, because my thigh still hurts a lot. He set me there on my belly. I sigh,and am about to relax when he climbs over me. His legs catch mine and he grabs my fiststhat he holds down close togetherunder my chest. His chin comes resting onto my head, between my horns. He's heavy and I can't move at all! "Mine!Comfy,boy?"

Actually, yes, quite! And warm, and I'm sure nobody will disturb my rest now. "Y-yes, thank you."

"You can breathe well?"

"Yes."

"Good! Thirsty?"

"N-no, thanks, I'm good."

"Good! You rest, then. I don't want to hear a peep from you nor to feel any move until that breathing is calmed and your heart slowed back to normal." And he has a long sigh, relaxing and thus weighting heavier on my head.

I obey.

--

We are in a big salon with many sofas, and the same carpets as there were in the camp. The wallpaper adds a bit of variety in the colors, cream with rather cute,pink,bonesand guts patterns. And the soft, warm, lights and low, quiet, music add to the relaxing atmosphere.

All players from Granny Ki's clan, males and females, are sharing a good time. Some are chatting, some are having sex or doing --sometimes impressive--BDSM things to one another, some are sipping on a non-alcoholic beverage...There isn't much plans, but a pretty simple general rule: when you are "fresh", you're here to dedicate yourself to the pleasure of your dominants, seeking use and service and catering to their whims. But anytime you need, you can take a break and your dominants will take care of you. It can be aftercare, but also simply enjoying a less formal chat.The dominants also avoid hoarding and are supposed to share their toys around, which sometimes grants the lowest ranks unusual privileges (like my current "blanket", who managed to claim me from a higher male by asking politely at the right moment).

There are intermediate states, like Curveball,right now,who is serving drinks like a very obedient and formal maid: she's recovering from Lady Bony Crush using her to demonstrate her new sjambok to The Decapitations, but chose to keep a servicing role. I'm very impressed by the beating she received, that was _not_a punishment, without the tone of the scene ever getting harsh... even when she started trembling and eventually begged for mercy.

It's also common for dominants or submissivesto teamwork. Like Trickshot fucking the new male gazelle for the ladies visual enjoyment. Being the ball for soon to come matches, he's mostly getting it light and easy today--he performed many foot massages, apparently he's great at them--...although there was some point when Laughsy explainedone of the tools used to build up his stamina. I was busy elsewhere at this moment and didn't see much, but the lesson definitely involved aplastic bad over hisheadfor a while.

As for myself? Laughsy was pleased with me and continued to indulge Charlotte's fantasies. So she invited the Pomeranian to bite my ears some --ouch, by the way!--, and then demonstrated how well my instincts calmed down by biting my throat while pinning me on the floor. I was entranced.

The boys liked that too, and they don't get the chance to chewon a new gazelle often.And I think there was a crowd effect,once things started: from there I was passed around, grabbed and choke-held, lifted... and bitten everywhere. I only got a couple of moderate scratches, which were cleaned up before continuing, but this day is going to leave bruises! I hurt a lot and have impressive marks everywhere my fur is thin enough to show them;my blood is _loaded_with adrenaline...but, wow! That... was a ton of fun, and I'm feeling closer to more and more friendly hyenas!

--

I'm recovering. The male on top of me eventually nuzzles the side of my neck, and I understand he's using his snout to feel my pulse. It must be calmed, because he starts talking. "So, your female name is Swara. Do you have a male one, or maybe you don't use it?"

"I'm Mhara, I'm just being a female because..." I hesitate, and consider how what initially was a plan to trick her father has any relevance now that I'm here. "Because it amuses Charlotte."

"Haha, she looks fierce, for a pom-pom!"

"You have no idea!"

"And you... you are just her plaything? We don't get many gazelles here, and even fewer ones who don't come for the mob rugby."

"Yes... I used to be terrified by you and your sport. I still have a hard time to believe I came here!" I hesitate. "But now that I am..." My voice dies at the end. "Then, more was never planned. My invitation only lasts as long as Charlotte's vacations."

"Plans can change, and invitations be renewed. I'm sure you could become a great ball."

"You think? Me?"

"Listen, every single pointy coming here hasa lot of doubts. It's normal. Miss Laughsy gives preliminary training to many who end leaving after discovering this was not for them. And it's fine. It's a normal part of the process, she never resented them at all."

"You mean that I could... try some... trial period?"

Instead of answering, he gets off my back and hoist me over his shoulder. "Come!" He searches around and brings me to the dark hyena, chatting about the local styles of music with Charlotte;hedrops me nearby. "Stay!" Then he walks closer to them and come standing wherethey can see him, without getting in their way, with his head and tail low.

Laughsy keeps speaking for a short moment, then acknowledges him once there is a hole in her conversation. "Yes, boy?"

"Swara would like to ask you a question, Mistress. May she come?"

She nods with a smile, and snaps fingers. "Impisi: seat. Swara: come here, boy, have a seat and speak freely."

The male drop on all fours and, somewhat self-conscious at the change of role, I come sitting on him. As always in these situations, I look at Charlotte for courage. "I... I was wondering what... what were the conditions to, maybe, become a ball."

"The proper physic, the proper mind, and most importantly the proper motivation. Newcomers who dare to come and try their chance already show promise on the last quality... for the rest,theonlyway todiscoverisby testing."

"Some sort of a trial period, is that it?"

"Pretty much, yes. We give you base training and see if you can, and want, to take it."

"Andifour physique and mind hold?"

"That's contained in the 'can and want to take it' part. If you offer yourself fully enough, we will never reject you."

"Impisi said that I had to give my best,obviously,but that there were no obligations otherwise.That I could leave at any time,if it's not for me?"

"He is right. You can leave at any time. However, there is one thing:" she points to my horns. "These can gut a hyena on the field, and provide an awful lot of lever arm on your vertebrae. So, at some point of your training, they will have to go off if you want to advance further. You will still be able to leave us after, but that operation is definitive: horns do not grow back."

"I understand. It's not right at the beginning, I'll have... enough of a taste to be able to make that decision knowingly, will I?"

"Yes, you will probably be sure of what you want by then."

"Does it hurt?"

"Oh, we don't just toss you over a table and saw them off! It'd be a torture, and very dangerous! No, we work with a clinic, that has a specialized and very professional surgeon. You'll be asleep and he'll do that safe and clean, with good top buds. It will hurt a little during the recovery time, from the inflammation, but it's nothing horrible."

"Thank you for the explanations." I look down and take a long time to think. She waits patiently. Okay, big breath! "M... Mistress... once Charlotte's vacations end... would... would you accept training me?"

"Yes, pointy. I'd be very happy to. You'll need Granny Ki's approval on this as well, but I'll ask her for you. And I'd be very surprised if she refused!"

Charlotteyaps in joy! "Oh my goodness! This is awesome! I am so proud! I'll come to _all_your matches!"

"T-thank you! Thank you so much!"

The dark hyena reaches to fluff my ears. "You are welcome." Then she looks down at my "seat", who probably begged for her attention somehow. "Yes, boy?"

He looks up pleadingly. "I... I am not often allowed to have a pointy, Mistress... may I be allowed to take him back for a moment? Please?"

"Uhm. One sec." She waves to someone in my back. "Hey, Deca!"

"Yes?"

"Was Impisi a good boy, lately?"

"Yes, very sweet and obedient."

"Noted, thanks!" She returns her eyes to him and smirks. "Granted. He's yours for the time being: have your fun bossing him around, but play nice."

"Oh, yes! Thank you Mistress!"

Hearing that my chair just got promoted over me, I hurriedly hop off and bow to the ladies.

He stands tall behind me and points me toward the Curve and Trick, who seem about to start a sexy dance. "Swara: seat!"

--

I'll leave the bounding time limping a little and drained, but happy. Hopeful about my future. I desireless and less to ever return to Pastu... do I really have what it takes to be a mob rugby ball?

On the next morning, thegroup of male hyenas ambush me at the door of the hotel, to give me a present. They talked a lot and decided that my "boring and proper lady" collar didn't match my personality. So they asked hints from some other gazelles and worked the best they could to make me a new one. It's a bit irregular, not all beads are aligned asthey should, and not two knots are the same: Pastu's crafters would disagree, but, if you ask me, it's the most beautiful collar ever made! Also it has a front ring and looks damn sturdy: while the previous one was fragile, you could probably hang me up with this thing! In bead language, it says something like "Bite me hard if you cancatch me."

Let's Talk About the Mudlarks

Granny Ki approved my adoption into her clan as an aspirant. I start feeling at home already!

This is a busy morning for Charlotte and for our painted dog guides: she's meeting a lot of clans to prepare deals for her involvement with the male league; the pack plays messengers, organize meetings, and gather all the info they can for her.

I follow her everywhere for support, but what is going on flies high above my head! There's a big meeting planned with the male federation leaders this afternoon, before the matches, and the atmosphere grows more and more electric as the time gets close: with all the things that happened to me, and how relaxed she was until now, I almost forgot how important the stakes were for her! I wish I could help more.

--

Hyenas I don't know take seats at the sides of the long table. Mostgo by pair, the male leader or trainer of their clan's maleteam, and, if she bothered to come, theirGrand Mistress. Granny Ki is here, with Kura: I'm surprised to discover how, despite his handicap, he's a respected coach!

Bloody Teeth and one of her guys came as well, but remain near the door:they won't be accepted at the table... It stinks! But she's taking it well;she's excited about what is going on, and knowsthat Charlotte will carry the Mudlarks'voice. Umenzi and Suyo stay with them.

Ihelp the Pomeranianclimb on her too tall chair without messing her neat suit,and pour her a cup of fresh coffee: it will be my official job today--the true one being emotional support--, the excuse for me standing by her chair.I'm holding a carafe and, silent and careful with my posture, haveto ensure that her tiny cup never staysempty.

She has a place of honor, at the long table's end! She clears her throat. "Thank you all for coming, I really appreciate this! Is everyone here yet? Are we ready to begin?"

A male shakes his head. "Not yet, we are expecting a last minute honored guest."

"Oh?"

He doesn't have the time to explain: the door opens behind usand all hyenas in the room make silence and bare their teeth in a weird salute. I don't dare to look back, but I know this ritual. The metal taps on the floor are just as recognizable: hunched on her staff/cane, Mother of Mothers Natural Selection just made her entrance!

The time she takes to reach the opposite end of the table, the one that has sight on the door and so _the_highest place of honor, feels endless. She flops on the chair with a relieved grunt, raises her feet and let them drop on the table. Then,she waves her staff: "Don't mind me. Just curious."

The others stop grimacing and turn back to the mini-dog: this is on.

--

Charlotte is very tensed, but I see her recollect herself with determination. She attacks with her usual impetuousness. "Alright. Frankly: separate male and female leagues are nonsense." There's a surprised murmur around the table. Natura smirks, amused already. "But I cannot just bolt in, as a clueless foreigner, and swipe away ages of your traditions, I understand that. I'll work with it. I want to talk about it anyways, because it has an important effect on how you conceive the male league, and that approach is limiting you."

One female inquires: "So, just to be clear. We are going to talk about the male league. You are not trying to push for changes in the normal league?"

She pouts a little at the word "normal", but lets it slide. "Yes, male league plans only."

"Alright, go on."

"Question: why did you separate the male and females?"

"Isn't it obvious? Female hyenas are stronger than males, they would be at a clear disadvantage if mixed with us."

"While evicting them entirely of the 'normal' league sure helps with their fair chances, does it?"

"Uhm..."

"There are two main philosophical approaches to deal with the variability of physical abilities in sport: celebrating the innate,or the acquired. An elitist approach, where being born stronger is something to be valued, and it is acceptable to leave the weak behind. Or an egalitarian view, where gifts are to be leveled in order for effort and dedication to really shine. Athletes touched by the gods, or athletes building themselves."

"I get you, but things are not as sharply split."

"True, it's more of a gradient. But understanding its extremes is a good way to understand it whole. So, in the innate view, there is no reason to separate males and females: if males are indeed weaker, then the competition will keep them away from the top of the podiums, but so be it. Unless, of course, you are not so sure of your natural superiority being absolute... and avoiding direct competition allows you to preserve thisstereotype from the trial of reality."

"Hmf, and what if we are leaning more toward the acquired side of the gradient?"

"Come on, youhave a super-stronghierarchy that's part based on gender,and your big boss is called Natural Selection! And look at your female league! These athletes are massive powerhouses! But, sure, let's pretend: you want to keep it fair, then, by avoiding the massive females to destroy the puny males. Then indeed, categorizing the athletes is the way to go..."

"Ah!"

"Categorizing them by weights. Because this is the unfair advantage we are speaking about, not gender.You can't say 'the only problem with genders is the different builds', and then focus on everything but builds!"

Natura has a good chuckle at that. Everybody looks her way for her arbitrage... but she just waves her staff again. "Sorry. Go on."

"Thank you. So, your current culture pushes mob rugby way toward theinnateside. And it works very well for the ladies: your practice has been vivid for a long time, you have the economic support and interest to form a great pool of athletesand manage to create spectacular, epic, teams! But the dynamic is different for males."

Now that she lets go of the sexism's question and focuses on some of their troubles, the hyenas calm down and show renewed interest.

"With a lower pool of athletes and lesser structures to train them, you guys face a real recruitment problem when trying to enter this arms race. Which in turns prevent many clans from forming a team at all, one that has a chance to compete;which in turn keeps reducing the pool and structures. It's a vicious circle. You did an amazing job by exchanging athletes across your clans, I'm impressed bywhat you achieved! But this is not enough, you are still badly stuck."

"And you can think of a way to solve that?"

"Yes: shift toward the acquiredside of the gradient. You're already more open to it as the females: trying to develop a male league through effort and wit, despite everyone saying you were born unfit! I say you must embrace it more frankly, and start using weight categories."

"This is ridiculous! Light, medium and heavy male leagues? It'd made recruiting teams even more of a headache!"

"No, no! You're thinking it the individual sports way. My idea is more apoint-based team constraint. One heavy player 'costs' X points, one medium Y, and so on. And then,each team must be worth Z points or fewer, having to use a mix of weights..."

"Which... which means that there will be room for all weights and no way for a single team to hoard all the heavies..."makes a new male.

Anotherspeaks up. "And the tactical effects of having to adjust to mixed teams... I like that, it's innovative and very exciting!"

A third: "Combined with our athlete exchanges, I think we could create several new teams in no time... and a much better balanced Small Brawl Cup, with real suspense for once!"

Whispers are exchanged all around the table. Charlotte waits for the bestmoment and draws her final card: "Finally, weight-based categories would erase all reasons to refuse the male athletes from the Murlark clan. Letting you immediately inject some good,heavy,players --the rarest ones currently--, into your pool."

So this is why she pushed on the sexism and hypocrisy in the beginning! She was preparing forthis!

"But they almost all take hormones, for their scent!" complains the first female.

Charlottewas ready: "A long recognized medical practice, which is more a handicap than an advantage for male transhyenas. I see no good reason why this should be considered as doping."

More whispering.

Mom Natura's staff hits the ground with a resounding metal noise, stopping everyone in a shiver. "Everybody out. Except you and your boy, Pom-pom. We'll have a brief talk."

--

Everybody leaves silently and the door closes behind us. I'm holding too tight on my carafe and Charlotte is all stiff, fingers half curled on her pile of papers.

Natura is reclined and relaxed, watching at the ceiling while twisting her staff between two fingers. "You're a businesswoman, Pom-pom, I've been told?"

"Yes, Madame."

"So, these plans are backed up by figures?"

"Yes!" She grabs a few sheets. "I made several possible numerical scenarios, to be sure my points-based idea would revive the male league's recruitment." She rummages through other papers and plucks a second pile. "And I have a full business plan, for my sponsorship to help them the most. I believe in this project!"

The hyena motions me closer with the one of her gloved hand adorning a skeletal drawing. "Show me."

Charlotte hands me the papers,and I trot to the other end of the table. She removes her feet from it,and settles to examine them. "Coffee."

I run back to Charlotte's side and, with an apologetic look, steal her cup. Which I refill and bring to Natura.

There is a long moment of suspense as the head of the Daggers reads at every note and table. Eventually, she nods. "Solid." She takes back her reclined position, andsighs. "I don't like doing long speeches. But it can't be helped, sometimes. Come near, Pom-pom, so I don't have to speak loud."

The Pomeranian joins us. There are chairs nearby, but they are on the side of the table: a less honorific position. Even if she's respectful and nervous, she has her serious business face and I guess she doesn't want to step down so easily. "Swara, seat."

Idropon all fours, allowing her to share the table's end with Natura.

The hyena chuckles. "I like you. You have thegutsof a way taller dog."She enjoys a few sips of her coffee. "Let me tell you about the Daggers'History. Like all predators, we have a messy past, full of blood andofgiven and received atrocities. It was hard to civilize for all of us, but we hyenas had two additional major issues: lions and fission/fusion."

"You have been in harsh conflicts with lions for a long time..."

"Yep, and they wan the war of image. Maybe you heardof us being opportunists stealing their preys? A filthy lie! This was most of the time the other way around. We being dirty scavengers while they were noble hunters?Filthy lie! We were great hunters as well! Our wicked cruelty? We weren't the ones breaking their spines to clean up the territories from competition! Filthy lie!" She burst into coughing as she raised her voicetoo much. Charlotte almost gets up to help but she stops her with a waved hand. She clears her throat and continues, with a somewhat creaky voice for a moment. "Lions made us the bad guys, and used us asthescapegoats of their past. We helped them to reconcile with themselves and the preys, at our expense. Not saying we were angels, far from it, we had our own demons. But we ended carrying them, plus the ones that weren't ours."

"That's harsh..."

"Yep. And then the fission/fusion. Our society is all about constant clan mixing and reconfiguration. The unyielding, stable, hierarchyis the only thing that holds us together. That affects how ideas spread: they can lurk silently in a few clans to explode like a wild fire when revived by the right circumstances. We're red coal in the open wind, and you never know what color the fire will be."

"That works for hatred as well, isn't it?"

"Fiercely, yes. But also for itscure. I don't think anyone in particular had the idea to sublimate the violence through BDSM and sport. It started as an accident, but wise ones blew on these coals. The perfect cure, the only one for us... because you can never extinguish the Daggers' fires for good..."

"...but you can occupy the mental territories of ideas."

"Exactly! We had to keep using the symbols too many were hungry for. To sate the desire for roughness and grotesque. To remain terrifying and predatory... but we found a way to do it while caring for each other.And to make it so decadent thatthe proud old orders would loathe the new ways too viscerallyto manage to infiltrate them. Hehe, fighting our dark side with strap-ons and gimp suits." She burst into laughter and coughs some more. She needs a new sip of coffee to recover. "The gazelles were an incredible help, we're forever grateful. Especially given our shared past. It's reassuring for our future to see you sitting on a Pastu boy with bite marks all over his body, and that he isn't trembling in fear."

"Your future?"

"Yes. I told you, the fire can remain hidden in the coal a long time, and ideas can change fast. We cannot afford to lower our guard too carelessly because it seems our way wan. I'm an old hyena, who saw some dark shit. And this is what makes me a good Mom: I remember the past. I'm like these last strains of an eradicated virus they keep in a lab, just in case. Except I'm not immortal. I'm watching the Daggers mellow, hoping that I will be the last remaining savage hyena when I pass out. Which is why we're having this discussion."

"You... think I could have a role in all this?"

"Oh, yes, Pom-pom. I'm a queen without an army, it's been a while since I lost the power --and will-- to hang the ones opposing me to rot above the street. Which means that my power relies on subtlety: I can only push as much as the clans will accept being pushed. And the downside of our current way is that we enclosed ourselves."

"Your scandalous and scary ways built a wall against the outside."

"That and our ban on motors. Making it harder to weave relations with the modern folk, and to keep mellowing bytheir side. This is where you arrive: the male league that nobody cares about starting to get out? Led by a female, but a cutesy mini-dog and not a clan head the others could resent for betraying the old ways? Oh, girl, you are so much corruption, and wrapped in exactly the right package for the clans to accept it! You have all my interest."

"I see... but, if I understand the situation well, it's a secret interest. You are going to officially stick to mildly amused indifference, aren't you?"

"And she's clever too!Good: I like being understood when I have to speak so much.Now, there's the Mudlark's case."

"Uhm, how do you feel about them, exactly?"

"Meh! I'm an old lady, and I don't like this silliness much. But you can't change the clans without accepting change yourself: that I don't like trans might even be a good sign, in the end. My opinion doesn't really matter, but I don't want them to destroy your plans. What will you try to push, for their males?"

"Well, I just told everyone: I plan to integrate them into the male lea..."

"No, no. I mean, their males."

Charlotte understands, and frowns. "I had a long discussion with the _female_Mudlarks about this. They are very excited about the males' chance and how it could raise awareness. They do not want to spoil this by rushing things.Change takes time. So I agreed, even if I'm not too happy about it, not to push for anything about them. At this time. I'm going to deal with the male league exclusively. Ah, and if you were wondering: no, they don't want to join it either. Not too keen on getting misgendered_and_messing with the boys' emancipation by putting female stars intotheir teams."

"Good thing, that's one less complication. Now the main risk is that your idea rubs the federation the wrong way. Yesterday's incident might help: if I believed in this kind of bullshit, I'd say that Bloo getting accidentally called a Granny before the whole stadium was a sign from destiny! This made people talk. It may have helped prepare them... or not, hard to guess."

"I'm crossing my fingers!"

"Don't, girl: it's silly. Destiny is bullshit: luckis when you're fast and cunning and know how to grab your opportunities." She coughs some more. "Alright. Too much speaking. That's it, you can call them back."

Charlotte stands up and bow low. "Thank you for the history lesson, Mother of Mothers. It was enriching."

The hyena just nods and wave her away, wiping the corner of her mouth with a tissue.

So we return to the door to restart the meeting. When I reach for the handle, Natura calls: "Hey, Pom-pom! Good luck!"

--

Everyone takes back their seat, sending curious looks at Charlotte and Natura. The former recovered her calm and her tail's wagging. The later is reclined and looking at the ceiling, feet on the papers, and seeming disinterested of anything but her recently acquired cup of coffee.

Since my official mission became impossible to fulfill, I feel a little silly.

One guy eventually dares asking the top hyena. "Uhm, can we resume, Mom?"

To which she just raises a lazy thumb.

"She just wanted to check my numbers," the Pomeranian explains, "we can resume. So, the Murlarks..."

She's interrupted again by the staff hitting the ground. Less hard this time. Natura yawns, then: "Grand Mistress Bloody Teeth: this concerns you, come sitting at the table."

And, just like this, Bloo receives her legitimate title.

--

From there, the meeting grows very boring. Mostly about numbers and marketing. This is good: it means that Charlotte wan.

The mob rugby male league is about to change, for the good, and to grow!

This is pretty much where this story ends: the protagonists you got to know changed a lot at this point, and while more will happen... it's a whole new tale from there.

Bye-Bye, Old Life

The SUV stops at Pastu's entrance and we get off and dust ourselves. I look around, silently, and tug on my bachelor uniform's shirt.

"That must feel weird, doesn't it, Softball?" Umenzi no longer calls me "Tom" since I had my horns sawed. She became, generally, a lot less abrasive to gazelles: herpack got involved in the male league's related tourism, it's a great business for them, as they know the big boss Pomeranian... but more importantly, taking the opportunity to advocatefor trans rights seems to fulfill her itch to fight the world.

"Quite. But in a good way." I'm only here to say goodbye to my bachelor group. And to invite them to the Seven Daggers someday, shall they feel brave enough to see one of my matches. I'm progressing well, by the way! Even if I still have a lot of efforts on my plate before getting anywhere close to Trickshot's level! "You will find this silly, but... hum..."

"Nah, probably not. Try me."

"I'm going to walk here, without horns, with my scandalous new collar, and I won't even blush. And... I'm thinking aboutthe males who arelike I used to be before, but never got a Charlotte. Maybe seeing me today, and knowing who I used to be can... uhm..."

"Help free them from the grass's oppression?"

"Yes. Hehe, I'm being a bit pretentioushere."

Charlotte comes and takesmy hand. "No, you're not. And it might happen! So you are going to give your other horn to your group?" I offered her the first one.

I nod. "Yes, and thus get rid of all remains of old Mhara for good. Good riddance!"

"Hihihi, and I'm going to get rid of old Charlotte for good when Father finally surrenders and tells me he's proud of me!"

"Please don't! I like old Charlotte!"

Two Pomeranians from her new pack get off the car at their turn. "How was she, then?"

"Your alpha used to be... pretty bitting."

They smirk. "Like the new Charlotte, then..."

We all chuckle.

T** he End.**

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Epilogue

Grand Mistress Kills for Fun was curious: Charlotte's plans for the male league had been movingwell this year, but,at the approach of holidays, the Pomeranian hadgrownpensive. As if preoccupied --maybe regretful, even?--about something.

Right now, the mini-dog was sitting ather desk,before piles of paper, nibbling on her pen's tip as she was fine-tuning her next marketing plans.

After considering how to subtly approach the issue, the hyena opted for a more direct approach and dropped both hands on the papers with a heavy thud,to shove her smiling face into Charlotte's. "Hey, Pom-pom, any vacation plans for this year?"

The other shivered in surprise and blinked, caught off-guard. "Oh... uhm... no, just silly ideas. But I have work to..."

"Forget about work for a moment. Silly ideas? Sound good to me, for the holidays! Nobody ever got fun 'serious' vacations. Tell me more!"

"Uhm, the thing is I don't want to bother you and the others with... Uhm..."

"Ooooh? So it's not a solo plan? Even better! Plus, it's been a while since I moved out of the Seven Daggers: could be cool to get the bike out for a ride. Do you like hot wind in your face while riding the thunder, girl?"

The idea brought interest, and the beginning of a smile, to the dog's face. "It sounds awesome!"

"Is so! Alright, miss serious business: I'm your friend. I can see that there is something turning round and round in your small skull these days. So don't be shy, I will not judge you and it is not being weak to open yourself to your pals: that thing is important to you, isn't it?"

Charlotte pondered briefly, sighed, and eventually nodded. "Yes. I feel so silly and childish about it, but... yes, it is. It's... like a failure I leave behind, that I can't fully forget to go forward." She pouts for good. "Gah! And it makes me feel like a puppy!"

"Unfinished rite of passage to adulthood, something like this?"

"Mmmffh..." She shrugged. "Kind of. I guess.And some sort of an unfulfilled promise to my father as well."

"Which we could help you with?"

The dog looked at her friend for a moment, still hesitant, but her tail started to wag and her ears to perk in excitement.

The hyena's smile widened. "Spill the beans, already."

Charlotte took a deep breath and suddenly let it go, speaking fast: "I want to conquer Tapu beach's Queen of Frisbee title! They accept teams! I want to conquer it hard!"

"Sounds like fun! Sea, sun, frolicking in the sea,and vanquishing the weak and innocent? I'm in! And I can bring athletes who're good at running and catching."

"Iiiiih! You would?"

"Now, I just have to find myself a cute spiked bikini that goes well with my hood..."

"Yes! Oh,yes! Burt, your ten-in-a-row reign of FrisbeeKing is reaching its demise! You won't understandwhat hit you! Ha! We'll see if you're so smug and superior, with your big Labrador legs and fancy backflips!We'll see what you have to say about 'girls' in sport, then!"

Ki tilted her head: since the doghated to talk about her failures, it was the first time anyone heard about that old nemesis of hers. "Who is Burt?"

Charlotte raised and tightened a triumphant fist: "He doesn't know it yet... but Burt is nobody!"

"Ooooh, this is going to be fun!"