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First of all, thank you all so much for the favorites and votes on my first story, and a particularly special thanks to those of you who took the time to write a comment or deemed me good enough at this to start watching me. You all are awesome!

This one's about twice as long as the last one, since it introduces a few more characters I'll be using in the future, and the sex scene is longer than the entirety of the last chapter, so I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Like last time, feel free to leave a critiquing comment, just be specific enough I'll know what to fix. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

Elise in Oneiro #2

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Elise walked down the street, towards the center of the small town, passing a number of other furs along the way. Nobody was as underdressed or drunk as Salik had been, but most of them were still showing off more than they could have gotten away with where Elise was from, and they were friendly enough to stop and greet the newcomer, if only in passing. He spotted a group of smaller furs--an otter, hare, two racoons, and a rat--entering a shop called the Artificer, and one of the racoons gave him a rather devilish grin before following her companions inside. Elise saw even more shops as he neared his destination; there was a bar called the Sailor's Dream, a tailor called Art's Attire, a small building with classical statues that could have been a library or museum, and another shop claiming to have "anything you could possibly need (for the most part)". The buildings surrounded the governor's house, a two-story octagonal building that was smaller than most of the shops but made up for it with a beautiful vegetable garden, which was being tended by a robust-looking female donkey. Hesitant to approach the busy equid, Elise walked up to the door and banged the horseshoe knocker as politely as one could do such a thing. He waited a few minutes without a response, beginning to wonder if it was only the hermetic governor himself who was home. Deciding it might be best to ask the lady in the garden, Elise turned away, but as soon as he took a step, the door opened behind him. A slim, fit equid had answered the door, pretty brown eyes looking inquisitively down at Elise. "How can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Bandile." Elise's gaze ran over him quickly: Gray fur and donkey ears, but the male's short shorts and unzipped vest also revealed lighter-colored forearms and legs with black stripes. Zebra and donkey parentage, plus the last name meant there was a good chance...

"You found me. Are you the new guy?"

Elise nodded, though Bandile's knowledge should not have felt so surprising, considering Elise had already spent a day or so unconscious. "Yes," he said, "I was hoping you could tell me about this place. I'm an arcanist, a studious if inexperienced one, and I've never seen magic like the kind that brought me here."

"Magic?" the zonkey's brow twitched momentarily, "That does not sound normal, but I'll tell you what I can. Come," he walked out the door, beckoning, "this calls for a proper welcome, not a lecture in my dad's old office. We have a fantastic diner, and Rita makes fabulous shakes." Bandile walked off, and, after just a moment, Elise followed. Bandile didn't look back to confirm Elise was actually behind him.

"So," Bandile began, "how have you been so far? Did you read the note my mother left you?"

Elise frowned. "Unfortunately, no, Salik wanted to examine me pretty much as soon as I woke up, and he sent me off to you about as soon as we were done."

"Ha! That quite sounds like him; he flew threw medical school at the top of his class, even though he was at least a little drunk half the time, and he was always way too forward. At some point, shortly after he graduated but before he could really settle down, he went to bed and just woke up here. That's how it's always happened, at least with those I've talked to. How did you get here again?"

"I was walking through the woods, and I saw a bright, almost liquid light; I approached it, though in hindsight I'm not sure why, and I woke up here a day or so later and now my vision's messed up."

Bandile frowned, holding open the door to the diner, "I've never heard of that happening either; perhaps it's a side-effect of that light. I can get you a pair of glasses at the Artificer later, but first, let's eat."

The two walked into a 1980s-era diner with a bar, old-fashioned jukebox, and red padding on all the booth benches and barstools. They sat down at the bar, Bandile slumping forward comfortably until he was practically laying his head on the counter. "I'll be with y'all in a minute!" A friendly woman yelled from the back, where the whirring of machinery was suddenly cut off, and in a few moments a huge polar bear in a red apron walked in from the kitchen. She handed Elise an orange shake and set a chocolate one in front of Bandile, whose ears stood up. "How did you know we were coming?!" he asked, astonished.

The bear--Rita?--smiled and nodded towards a small, nicely-dressed ibex in a purple scarf who was peaking shyly from behind the doorway, "Your mom told Wes before he came over here to help me out, so I went ahead and made shakes for both of you, on the house. Enjoy!"

Elise had never been the biggest fan of oranges, but the shake had a good chance of changing his mind. The cold, sweet flavor of citrus somehow reminded him slightly younger years, before he'd been consumed by his studies and the few precious friendships he'd been building for over a decade just seemed to die off, eroded by his academic solitude. The reverie brought an odd tear to his blue eyes, and somehow that felt more surprising to him than all that had happened thus far, even his romp with Salik or his arrival through the liquid light. Elise had never been prone to tears, even on his worst days, but the single droplet running down his cheek had Bandile looking at him with wide eyes and a horribly distraught expression.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," Elise said, it was just a passing moment after all, "Sorry, I just got a little... nostalgic, I guess. I'm fine, I promise."

Bandile eyed him, dubious. "Let me use the restroom, then I'm gonna show you the park; you'll love it. Does that sound okay?"

Elise opened his mouth to assure the governor's son he was fine, but he broke off after a glance at Bandile's face and just gave him a nod. As Bandile left for the restroom, Rita returned from the back, grabbing both the quickly-emptied glasses and beginning to rinse them out. Then she slipped him three crimson cowry shells.

"What are these for?"

"They're sort of our material form of currency. With that much you could buy a small little trinket from the Artificer, about three rounds at the Sailor's Dream, or pretty much any favor from Bandile, if he's thinking too highly of himself."

Rita definitely seemed to be implying something, quite possibly something sexual, but before Elise could ask for any kind of clarification Bandile returned from the restroom. They bid goodbye to Rita and headed out, walking at a brisk pace.

"You seem...excited," Elise observed, "is there something waiting for us at the park?"

"Hmm? Oh, no, I just really like it. My dad planted it, you know, way back when he first got here."

"Was he the first one here?"

"Everyone who's here now came after him, but my mom thinks there was at least one other person with him. She's our gardener, and she says he can't make anything grow, even though things seem to grow so much better here."

"What do you do here? Do you have a job or something?"

Bandile's ears drooped, "Nobody ever really gave me one; like the governor's son is too spoiled or important to help out like the rest of us, or something along those lines." When they entered the park, however, his face brightened substantially, "I do take care of this, though; that's really why I like it here."

The two walked along a simple stone path, Bandile animatedly pointing out garlands clinging to pale birch trees, baskets of roses and tulips floating in the pond, and happy little messages he'd carved into the benches to cheer up anyone who was having a bad day.

"This place is astonishing," Elise said, "does doing all this not count as a job?"

Bandile shook his head. "I don't get money for any of it, and even if I did, I really couldn't use it; people like my father so much they basically give me whatever I want." He scowled, "and now I'm complaining to you about my easy life like a spoiled bitch. I'm sorry, I just want..." He trailed off, mumbling and blushing furiously, and Elise, unsure of how to comfort the young equid, led him to a nearby bench, where they sat, Bandile leaning softly against him, though the half-donkey was, by a slight amount, the larger of the two. He sighed, ears flat and cheeks very red, "I want someone to put me in my place, to make me obey. I don't want to be in charge anymore, I just want to make other people happy, even by humiliating me, or by letting them have a go just because they could blackmail me or--"

Elise slipped the cowry shells from his pocket, "Or bribe you?"

Bandile's eyes widened and his voice shook with disbelieving anticipation, "Y-yeah."

"Maybe all three of these are enough to buy you completely for, say, forty-five minutes?"

"Please yes!"

Elise handed them over. "Yes what?"

"Yes... Master," the title felt foreign in his mouth but wonderfully subservient, "tell me what to do."

Elise smiled wickedly, "Suck my dick."

Bandile's eyes bulged, "Wha-! Here?!"

Elise stroked the equid's ear, whispering a single word, then he asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"

Bandile blushed adorably, but then he reached for the bulge in Elise's pants, unzipping them. By the time Bandile had pulled the canine cock from his pants, Elise was more than ready to go, knot swollen and foxhood throbbing, crimson. The sight of Bandile about to go down on him in a public park brought a drop of pre from his tip, and in a moment the equine's lips closed around the pointed head, tongue lapping gently at the tip. Elise growled in pleasure as his dick was slowly taken into Bandile's warm, wet cavern, the half-donkey looking up at him the whole time with those pretty, innocent eyes, at odds with the masterful skill of his muzzle. Bandile's eyes rolled back in effort when his lips reached Elise's knot, six inches of savory fox meat already filling his long muzzle as he struggled to work his lips around the tennis-ball-sized bulb. Elise, meanwhile, was quite close to the edge, Bandile's tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock, writhing slowly as he struggled hungrily with Elise's knot, practically drooling over it. Gripping firmly at the base of the knot, Bandile was on the verge of popping it in when he felt the member pulse, hard. Bandile's hand on his knot had inadvertently simulated a tie, and Elise had been pushed to the point of climax, gripping Bandile by the base of his ears and giving a small involuntary thrust before pouring a massive vulpine load straight into the equine muzzle. The salty, musky taste flooded Bandile's taste buds before sliding down his throat, swallowed greedily lest any of the virile fluid should slip from his mouth. The zonkey's eyes rolled back in slutty ecstasy, the lustful aggression at Elise's orgasm and the subsequent flood of fox semen down his throat had resulted in a soaking pre-stain on the front of his shorts, but as he reached down to give some relief to his aching member Elise spoke up, panting lightly from the powerful orgasm. "Don't reach down there except to take off your shorts," he ordered, "I'm not done using you yet."

Whining at the command and as Elise pulled his half-mast cock from his mouth, Bandile undid his shorts, slowly sliding them down his well-muscled thighs until they reached his ankles and simply fell past his hooves. Before even a single moment could pass, Elise's hands were on his hips and Bandile was pulled back down to the bench and bent over, ass up. The equid shivered as he felt warm breath roll across his taint, Elise's wet nose pressing against his tailhole. The fox inhaled the zonkey's warm, clean scent for just a moment before lapping slowly at the equid's rear, tongue running from his taint to the tight ring of muscle beneath the base of his tail, drawing a moan from Bandile. Elise continued rimming the equine anus, the muscled ring gradually coaxed in relaxation by the warm, wet muscle. Bandile's hard-on strained against his jockstrap as the fox made out with his ass, the subbing male whining with pleasure, ears pinned back and mouth open as he was inched closer and closer to orgasm. Then Elise pulled away, admiring the zonkey's spit-soaked ring and the throbbing donkey cock still trapped in his undergarments. Not for long, however.

Bandile leaned into the firm grip of Elise's hands as the black-fingered paws slid underneath the jockstrap's waistband, slipping it over Bandile's engorged member before taking off and tossing it to the ground, on top of his previously discarded shorts, where the vest soon joined it. Pulling Bandile into more of an upright position, Elise gently cupped the young equine's sack, fondling the hefty orbs which were desperately in need of release due to how the fox had been treating Bandile. Having grown far more confident that nobody would see them and, by that point, so addled with lust he probably wouldn't even care, Bandile pushed back towards Elise, desperate for cock or, at the very least, the weight of someone else on top of him. Bandile moaned as the fox's other hand found the cleft of his ass, grinding against him wonderfully for just a moment before, with just the slightest pressure, two fingers slid into his hole. The zonkey whimpered at the two-pronged assault, his back pressed almost flush to Elise as the fox's delicate fingers explored his insides, pressing on all the right places one by one. On the other front, Elise's hand drifted up Bandile's sixteen-inch shaft, teasing the other male until he reached the top, where he gave the head a gentle squeeze. Bandile whinnied lustfully, his member flaring as he preed the equivalent of a small cumshot into Elise's hand. The fox pressed himself even closer to Bandile, grinding against him erratically as he spoke into the zonkey's ear.

"You're so horny, aren't you? You can't even keep your dick in your pants, you just wanna cum all over yourself, even though anyone who walks in could see you getting molested by a fox whose not even half your dick size." Elise felt Bandile flare slightly at his words, and he squeezed the head again, eliciting another needy moan. "Tell me, do all equines get so slutty whenever they get a soft hand on their cock?"

Any response Bandile might have given was cut off as Elise's fingers pressed against his prostate and a few strokes of Elise's wonderful hand on his rock-hard shaft pushed him to a powerful climax. Elise felt the zonkey's balls tense as he let out an equine sound of pure pleasure, his tip flaring magnificently as the first jet of hybrid semen was launched, splattering across Bandile's chest and neck. Elise felt his partner's sphincter clenching around his fingers, but he continued massaging the equine's special spot as the rest of Bandile's impressive load spurted out, coating his chest in a thick layer of cum that seeped through his fur, running down his stomach. Pulling his fingers from Bandile's ass with a quiet squelch, Elise stood over the cum-covered male, forcing the two fingers into his mouth. As Bandile eagerly sucked the taste of his own musk of Elise's digits, the fox's other hand attended to his own dripping member, diligently stroking the red fox flesh. After just a few moments Elise pulled his hand from the zonkey's mouth, hurriedly aiming his cock at Bandile before squeezing his knot tightly. Elise came with an explosion of pleasure, ejaculating jets of fox seed that painted Bandile's face and crotch, adding to the substantial quantity of cum already covering the equid. As Elise came down from his orgasmic high Bandile gave the tip of his member a quick peck to catch the last few drops, then Elise settled back down on the bench. After a moment to rest, leaning against each other, Elise began lapping up the cum on Bandile's chest, his tongue gliding repeatedly over the zonkey's lean pec and then up to his throat. Bandile half-giggled, half-moaned as the fox groomed the semen from his neck fur before moving onto his face, lapping up the stray strands of his own semen that Bandile's tongue had been unable to reach. Once the fox moved back down to suck the mixed cum from off Bandile's abs, the zonkey craned his long neck and began grooming what fur remained on his chest remained unkempt. The two bumped muzzles a couple of times, exchanging friendly licks and small kisses during their intimate grooming, and there was a good deal of snowballing, especially after Elise finished sucking up the substantial portion of his load he'd shot on Bandile's cock and balls. With both of them more or less cleaned up, Elise and Bandile lay snuggled against each other, basking in afterglow and the late afternoon warmth. Elise's eyes started to drift close as he listened to Bandile's soft breathing.

Then a voice interrupted their solitude, "Hey, I-- Oh, my..."

Elise quickly shifted to give Bandile some level of modesty from the newcomer, a large crocodile with an eye of Horus amulet and a well-fashioned loincloth who was equal parts gut and muscle. The older reptile gazed dazedly at Bandile's apparent nudity and the inch or so of fox cock that had yet to retreat into Elise's sheathe.

"I-I'll just be going," he said, turning away with visible effort before continuing down the path.

Bandile snickered, his face was flushed but his eyes sparkled, "His loincloth was starting to bulge, poor guy. You may have to prepare yourself if you're gonna be going to the library, since I have a feeling Hawtij will have something to say on the matter."

Elise face palmed, "The librarian? Why couldn't it have been the bartender or someone else I'm not likely to be seeing every day?"

"It wasn't my idea to do this here," Bandile teased.

Elise grinned, "Did you like it though?"

The zonkey's arms wrapped his neck and he leaned into the fox, "I loved it."

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Thanks so much for reading! I have varying amounts of work each week, but I should be able to post around this often, and I may get faster as I get more practice. I already know what I'll be doing for the next chapter and I have a good idea of where the story itself will go, but I can write however much smut I want into this, so if you have any suggestions for scenarios or characters there's a good chance that I'll include them at some point, and probably sooner rather than later. If anyone knows artists who are open and not super expensive, I kinda wanna get a scene or two from this commisioned. I hope you liked this and have a great day!