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DISCLAIMER

This is a fictional story with explicit descriptions of sex involving anthropomorphized animal people. Read only if legal for you to do so, and with an open mind.

FOREWORD

Someone once said that there are no original ideas remaining in the world, and that all stories are merely recycled content, assembled in new ways.

"Pet auction" stories have been done before, and by writers more talented than myself; this story begins with a charity auction where persons are "sold" for a weekend of surprises. The main character agrees to some things without quite understanding just what he has agreed to, and so his weekend is quite interesting. (A scary thing happens at one point, but no harm comes to the fox. Promise.)

This is my second story. "Salvador" occurs in a different world from my first story (Transformation Day), though perhaps I'll revisit that future Earth someday.

SALVADOR and the ANYTHING GOES AUCTION

"Adults Only -- Charity Auction", the sign had said. Salvador, a slender red fox morph, had seen several such signs posted around the neighborhood, and intrigued, he had scribbled down the phone number for information. For a good cause, he had been told, organizers were putting together an mature-persons-only "anything-goes" charity auction. There were two ways to participate. Money spent by bidders would go to the charities, but the Benefit also needed volunteers to help run and participate in the auction. Now, Sal was standing in line, his white-tipped tail swishing a bit, showing his apprehension as he approached the signup table for "participants."

A tall-necked giraffe-morph stood in front of Sal, blocking his view of the tables ahead, while behind him a burly grizzly bear waited, his powerful arms folded in a stance of impatience. Fortunately, his frustration was ameliorated as a young lizard walked up along the side of the line from in front, handing out papers.

"Please read the rules completely before reaching the table," the lizard spoke with a silky female voice, punctuated with a flick of forked tongue. Sal jumped back a bit. There weren't many females in the line and he had mistaken the assistant for a guy. Taking a breath and a step forward again, he extended his arm and grasped the proffered handout. "Thank you."

The lizard returned a toothy grin with a hint of smug amusement in her cheeks. "Pay careful attention to section 10, and in particular, 10-B. Although the auction is an "Anything Goes" affair, by default certain protections are in place, in accordance with your natural rights. Mark the boxes for things you are comfortable with." She tapped a scaly finger over a series of entries on the sheet. "All of the items in red," she continued, "require individual signatures if you waive the associated rights. Items printed in black require no signature."

Sal stared at the paper and blinked up at the lizard. "I'm not even sure I understand what some of these terms mean."

The reptile smiled again. "I need to keep passing out forms. Just remember you don't have to agree to any of these ... you take your chances if you check 'em." She lifted an entry blank up to the bear, who revealed a hand of sharp claws to accept it. Sal quickly turned forward again, and studied his sheet intently.

Sal had difficulty following the dense language of the form, especially with the grizzly occasionally tapping him on the shoulder, reminding him to move up with the line, and though the form was dry and boring, the minutes passed all too quickly and Sal found himself at the front, waiting on the next of three attendants to have an opening. Soon he was beckoned to a spot at the table's edge with a surly-looking goat standing behind it. Noticing that the attendant was engaged in a heated discussion on his cell phone, the fox took a few additional moments to scribble his name and check a few more boxes he believed he understood well enough. A few selections confounded him, including one of the red entries. He waved his hand at the caprine aide and tapped his pen over each of the activities he found confusing, inadvertently leaving a slight mark on each. "Excuse me, sir," he bumbled, "but could you explain these entries to me?"

With his attention snapped sharply from the cell phone, the goat turned his fierce looking visage on Sal. He reached down and tugged the sheet from under the fox's hands, and glanced over it with a disdainful muttering under his breath. Suddenly, he shoved the sheet back at Sal and bleated with annoyance, "Sir, you need to sign these as well." The goat pointed at several empty signature fields.

Sal stared at the form thrust in his face again, and followed the finger. A few unsure scribbles later, and he had added his name next to each of the indicated boxes. Before he could even place the pen back on the table, the attendant snatched the entry form from his hands and dropped it into a disheveled pile.

"Thank you," said the goat. "You may go now... the auction is next Friday night. Bring one change of clothes with you in case you need it before your day is up."

Salvador blinked confusedly and thanked the attendant, and hurried out of the way as an energetic panther sauntered up to the table.

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The week passed quickly, and November turned to December, bringing with it a chill in the air.

Thursday night, Salvador packed a small backpack with a few changes of clothes and personal belongings, and brought it along with him to work the next morning. A couple of co-workers asked if he was taking a weekend vacation, and he just smiled and nodded. He had never been the type to mix his private and public lives together much.

At six o'clock, the fox hurried out the door with his luggage in tow. Arriving at the auction with time to spare, he had an extra thirty minutes ahead of the requested "1 hour advance." A thin and tall grey squirrel greeted him and directed him to a waiting room where he could stow his possessions in a locker, and sit back with a cup of coffee before the auction. The squirrel was a fast talker, and Sal could just barely discern one word from the next.

"This is your randomly selected ID number," the toothy and bushy-tailed rodent chittered, handing Sal a key and key ring with a paper tag attached. Glancing at the key and seeing the number "8445," Sal looked back up perplexed. "It doesn't reflect your calling order; it's just a random number. Pay attention to when that number is called. It could come at any time during the proceedings. Strip your clothes off, and store all of your belongings in the locker with the matching number. You will need to return and pick them up as soon as you are sold, and take them through that door." The squirrel pointed at a black, windowless exit in the back of the room, bearing the sign "Pickup Area". Sal cast a nervous glance over to it, and jingled the key and ring. The attendant gave him a thin-lipped smile and motioned him to move on, so the fox went over to the lockers and found the one assigned to him. After nervously peeling off his clothes and placing them into his luggage, he placed his overnight bag into the locker and closed it, taking with him only the key.

Sal relaxed as best as he could, watching over the next forty-five minutes while most of the folks he remembered from the line slowly filtered into the room. At first, he greeted some of the other auctionees as he recognized them, but the large grizzly bear that had stood behind him only scowled back in response to a smile and a wave, so Sal grabbed a newspaper off of the table nearby and hid behind it for the rest of his wait.

Finally, the auction began. Much to Sal's relief, the grizzly was called early in the procession, and a brightly colored parrot-morph leaned over to him as the bear disappeared from view. "Good riddance," he cawwed softly. "Unfriendly chap. Lost a bet, that fellow did. He's not here for the right reasons. Damn shame." Sal nodded soberly and poked his muzzle over his paper. The parrot tilted his head and clucked back cheerfully, parting his beak and puffing his cheeks reassuringly. Sal recognized this as the body language used by birds in place of a smile, and sat down his paper and grinned back, instantly more at ease. "That explains a lot," he said with relief.

"Fortunately for us, the less flexible folks are also called out first," the bird added. "Oh. My name's Harold. What's yours?"

"Sal," the fox answered quietly, glancing slowly over Harold's feathered physique. "Is that so? I thought it was all random."

Harold laughed. "Oh, no. Save the best for last, they do. The more you're willing to go along with, the longer you have to wait to go out. Judging by how soon Mr. Grizzly there was called, I doubt he's willing to do more than sweep floors and maybe scrub a toilet. Spoilsport."

While Harold and Sal engaged in chitchat, the room slowly emptied. Eventually Harold was called, as "Number 9-3-1-6, please come to the stage. 9-3-1-6..." echoed in the nearly vacant room, and Sal was left to his own thoughts for a short while. With his mind drifting, he nearly missed his own number being called.

"Number 8-4-4-5!" shouted a voice with some irritation. Sal jumped up, and at first he turned towards his locker, but then he remembered where he was supposed to go, and hurried briskly towards the stage ramp. There he met the same grey squirrel from earlier that evening; apparently, the toothy rodent was also the show's announcer. "Showtime, 8445," the squirrel said, and quickly ushered Sal out before the audience.

Sal stumbled out onto the platform, turning left and right naked and somewhat blind in the glare of bright stage lights. As his eyes adjusted to the stage, he blinked and muttered to himself. "This can't be right. This is just an empty room," he thought aloud, looking about in all directions, pausing momentarily to admire his reflection in the wall of mirrors to his left. His ears swiveled, picking up the definitive click of the door closing behind. He glanced over his shoulder at the handle, just as the auctioneer's voice echoed into the room from somewhere above. "Face the glass window, please, 8445." The fox blinked and looked again, and suddenly he understood. The mirrors were not actually mirrors; Sal was standing in an interrogation room of sorts, with the auction audience watching him through a series of one-way viewing panels.

Bidding began at a modest three hundred dollars. For a full weekend of a person's servitude, the price seemed cheap. But for the anxious fox, the bidding rose to one thousand dollars before slowing. Members of the audience asked Sal to demonstrate specific poses. First, he was asked to touch his toes. Demonstrating his good fitness thusly, he reached down to brush his dark "socks" with his fingers, and the bidding went up some more. Then another voice asked Sal to repeat the bend while facing away from the audience. He hiking his tail reflexively as he did so, showing off his shapely ass, and the bidding edged higher still. Many stretches and flexes later, the bidding began to falter, hovering at four thousand dollars. The sum made Sal's ears flush with a combination of pride and embarrassment. To his way of thinking, four thousand dollars seemed the proverbial princely sum. He wished that he had so much money to spend so freely himself, but he he was glad that the amount would be going to a good cause.

But to Sal's surprise, the bidding was not yet done. He overheard a low hum of murmuring from the veiled audience, and he was expecting the auctioneer to begin counting to close on the last bid, when a male voice in the audience called out. "Stroke yourself. Let's see what you've got."

Salvador's eyes strayed in a quick glance to the door behind him. Promptly and curtly, the announcer's voice rang out from above. "Lot 8445 will demonstrate for the potential bidder." Though the words seemed to run together in Sal's ears, the tone was clear and commanding. No discussion or argument would be considered. With a lump in his throat, the fox turned his gaze back to his reflection and inhaled deeply.

Stalling for a few seconds, Sal rubbed over his tummy a little until he could think of a solution for his anxiety. Gazing at the one-way glass, he told himself that he was just performing for himself, looking into a mirror and nothing more. The self-coaching eased his mind a bit, and he slid his fingers down a bit more, brushing over his sheath and sac. With a slow swish of his tail, he exhaled a deep breath and began to stroke, relaxing slightly as the soothing touch of his own fingers jiggled his sheath gently up and down.

After a few moments, a slightly sappy smile stretched across Sal's muzzle, and he spread his legs just a bit apart, letting his sac dangle more freely as his fingers pressed against his sheath. He was really starting to enjoy the rubbing, and he kind of forgot the audience while he focused his mind and energies on his masturbatory pleasure-making. His pink shaft began to emerge from its cover, and the fox stroked that too with his fingers. The bidding began again, but Sal wasn't listening. The squirrel's fast-paced monotonous voice faded into a lulling buzz of white noise buzz as the fox relaxed.

"Mmmmmm," Sal hummed softly to himself, feeling his length grow and thicken slowly under his stimulation. Inch by inch, more flesh exposed itself, until he stood there before the glass, happily jerking his paw up and down over his full cock, with the base swelling slightly as his sheath buckled behind it. Each tug on the shaft made his balls jiggle in their sac, and his tail swayed gently back and forth, whipping a nice cool breeze between his legs. As his focus intensified, he jerked himself faster, with the need for release growing every second.

A loud wolf-whistle from the audience brought Sal's mind sharply back from his groin, and his head snapped up quickly, eyes blinking at the reflective glass as his hand stilled immediately upon his erection. Warmth flushed through his face and the rosiness of blush showed at the corners of his eyes and in his ears, while his tail sagged between his legs. A bit of laughter erupted from the glass, and the bidding jumped still higher. In the lull of his attention, his value had more than doubled. As he stood there staring at the glass, bids continued to inflate the price, sometimes by twenty dollars, sometimes by fifty. Sal flattened his ears back against his head and wished it would finally stop.

Over the crowd, Sal heard a new bidder's voice call out loud, deep, and commanding, "Ten thousand dollars." The new bid was nearly a thousand more than the previous one. A hush fell over the room as the other bidders hesitated. The auctioneer, stunned for only a moment, pounced upon the bid. "Ten-thousand-dollars I have, ten-thousand-dollars bid, do I have ten-thousand-hundred? Ten-thousand-hundred for this fox, ID 8445..."

The audience stayed silent as the squirrel filled another 15 seconds with his high-pitched staccato voice, but no amount of feisty pimping would drive the price higher. Finally the tell-tale bang of a gavel echoed across the room, and the deal was closed. "Ten thousand dollars, SOLD to bidder... nine three zero."

Sal stood completely still with a blank expression on his face and a paw damp with pre still holding his erect shaft on parade. The side door opened and the auctioneer beckoned urgently. "Come on then! Off the stage, get your things and move out." Sal stumbled forward through the door and towards his locker. He could faintly hear the next person being called while he fumbled with the lock. His arousal was still hard and now feeling sore from the prolonged exposure, but there was nothing he could do to soothe it. An auction volunteer, a busty tiger-girl with a tight-fitting red dress, stepped up to assist him. He briefly reflected on her fiery appearance, with the satiny red fabric hugging her orange and black striped bosom, but barely noticed as she heaved his backpack onto his shoulders and gave his rump a gentle swat, directing him through the back door he'd been shown earlier.

The exit opened to a short, narrow hallway with only another door at the end. Sal slipped his backpack from his shoulders and glanced back at the sultry tigress just in time to see the black door snap shut, leaving him standing alone in the dim corridor. He held his possessions in front of his belly, and walked down the passage to the other door. Opening it and stepping through without first looking, he found himself outside, naked except for the backpack hiding his aching hard-on.

The hallway had exited into a city alleyway with a small concrete platform and steps down to the ground. At street level, a long, white stretch-limousine sat waiting, with a sharply dressed anteater standing by the passenger door. The December air was crisp and frigid, and Sal shivered as he looked towards the car. The attendant flicked his tongue at Sal, and opened the door to the vehicle, holding it patiently. Not knowing what else to do, Sal slipped into the car and sat down in the plush interior. The anteater closed the door and glided around the limo to the the driver's seat. A moment later, they were on their way.

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Sal stood quietly in a rich-looking library room, carefully drawing a book out of the oaken shelves, and thumbing gently through the pages before returning it and examining another. The night had passed uneventfully. He still had yet to meet his Master for the weekend, and the passing hours only intensified his growing anxiety. Furthermore, he had no idea of his location.

The limo ride had been pleasant enough, but the windows of the car had been tinted dark, and under the night sky he had not been able to see where the car was going. The driver had confiscated his cell phone, and he had other no timepiece, but he estimated that the trip had taken the better part of two hours. When the vehicle had arrived at the destination, he was hurriedly escorted down a dimly-lit corridor into a guest room. In his exhausted state, he had fallen asleep almost immediately under the thick blankets and sheets.

He was woken at sunrise to a room service breakfast, supplied by the anteater from the night before, and shown to a luxurious bath. In lieu of his clothes, after bathing he'd found a soft, forest green robe left on his bed, and gratefully changed into it. He then tried to leave his room, only to find himself locked in. It remained so until lunch arrived.

The edentate server arrived at the bedroom door at noon, bearing a tray laden with sumptuous hams, cheeses, crisp crackers, and a steaming bowl of soup. He had flicked his tongue and tapped the end of his mouth with his finger, gesturing politely to Sal to enjoy his meal, and turned to leave, when the fox found the courage to speak up.

"Pardon me sir... if it is not too much trouble. The accommodations here are quite nice, but I am very bored while I am waiting," he had said to the mute servant. "I was curious when I may expect to entertain my host, and if there is anything I can do in the meantime."

The anteater had made a sign with his hand acknowledging Sal's comment, and pulled the door shut, leaving it locked. Sal sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, pulling up his tray and eating silently while casting glances over to the bedroom window. Outside, he could see a small courtyard and many trees, but not much else. Though the lunch was delicious, he picked at the meats and sipped his soup discontentedly while watching the wind rustle through the bare branches beyond the glass.

About fifteen minutes later the attendant returned, unlocking the door and swinging it open wide. He gestured a smile to the fox and dropped a note on the bed table, then swiftly exited the room again, leaving the door ajar. The note said simply, "You may visit the library while your Master is delayed. Turn left and third door on your right." Sal finished his meal quickly, and hurried down the hallway, noting that all the other doors were shut except for the one to which he had been granted permission.

And so, as he thumbed through another novel, Sal's thoughts turned back to his immediate situation. A loud rap-tap-tap interrupted his attention, and when he looked around to find the source, a door at the far end of the library began to open. A large, tawny-maned face leaned into the room. Sal's felt his breath freeze in his throat as the door swiveled out of its frame, revealing a tall, handsome leonine figure standing in the entryway, wearing an expensive-looking suit and tie.

A smile broke across the lion's large muzzle, and he spoke with the same deep, rumbling voice that Sal remembered from the auction the night before. "I apologize that I have kept you waiting," his host began, folding his fingers together and looking upon Sal as though in reappraisal. "And, I feel obligated to inform you that there will be a further delay before we can become better acquainted. Urgent business has interrupted my weekend, as it does all too frequently. But, the day shall not be all for waste. I will not allow this matter to ruin my evening with you."

The lion fell silent for a moment, standing there while the fox gazed at him from across the room. Sal absorbed every detail of that moment in his mind, noting a muscular and trim body under the suit, and catching a brief glimpse of the lion's long tufted-end tail as it swished about. He admired the lion's well-groomed but still slightly shaggy mane. The fox smiled at how it framed the big cat's face, with rounded golden ears poking up through the darker fur, somehow giving the masculine feline a youthful look, although Sal was not sure how or why.

Sal opened his mouth to speak, but the lion put his finger up to his large muzzle and shushed softly, sharp white teeth glinting. "There is no time for additional conversation now. I've opened up a few more rooms so you may explore. And...," the imposing feline paused for effect, "remember that you are my pet for the day. You will speak only when I address you directly as Pet, and you will address me as Master. This arrangement will continue for the duration of your stay here. What do you say to that, Pet?"

Sal swallowed, and stuttered slightly in reply. "Y-yes, Master."

The Master let his smile spread into a broad, pointed grin, and let out a laugh that sounded more like a roar. "Excellent. We will dine together at six, and then the fun will begin." He turned sharply on his heel and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind and locking it from the other side. Sal stood transfixed for a moment, blinking at the door, then let out a sigh. He realized suddenly that his right foot was rather sore, and glanced down. He had been so stunned and excited by the Master's appearance that he had dropped the large book he had been holding directly onto his foot, and hadn't noticed until then.

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The afternoon passed slowly, but not as tediously as the morning. The second room to which Sal had gained access contained a large screen television, movies, and a video game console. The third room turned out to be a private gymnasium, with a variety of exercise equipment. Further exploration brought the red fox to one final open room. Walking in, Sal felt like he had just walked into a hobby store. All around were shelves filled with boxes and toys, with all manner of small assembly items, solitaire card games, and other distractions. A glass exhibit case proudly displayed selected model cars and kits that Sal supposed his Master had assembled. The inquisitive fox found a note on a card table in the room that indicated he may work on any of the unassembled kits that he liked. He found plenty to occupy his time as the day wore on, and was deep in concentration on a model train engine when a knock at the door startled him.

"Good evening, Pet," came a voice. Sal's ears flattened against his head and he swung around to find the lion standing patiently, leaning his weight slightly against the doorframe. "Dinner is ready. Please, follow me." The leonid turned slowly and walked out into the hallway, and the fox had to set down the locomotive quickly to keep up.

Dinner passed uneventfully, though the Master would not speak of his identity or of the business earlier that had detained him, and Sal did not ask because he was not given the chance. Instead, the lion pressed Sal for details of his own life and job, and not wanting to offend his host, the fox dutifully answered with all the frankness he could muster about his normal day to day activities. Still, the meal was excellent so Sal felt he had little to complain about. The conversation continued well past the clearing of the last dishes, and when the fox had finally finished explaining his own interest in trains, the large cat sat forward a bit and leaned his elbows on the table, folding his fingers together again and resting his chin upon them.

"Now that dinner has settled, my Pet, it is dessert time. I like to make sure my Pet is well fed. You are a little scrawny, and I think you would benefit from some cream." The lion smiled, letting his meaning sink in and watching Sal, and the fox felt a blush growing in his ears and cheeks. Once more, the smile broke into a grin. "Good, I see you understand. And what do you say to that, Pet?"

Sal nodded his head. "Yes, Master."

The lion stood up and beckoned to his Pet, and walked over to a door Sal had not yet been through. Unlocking it with a small key, the Master opened the pathway and walked through into a dimly lit room with only a coat rack, a comfortable-looking chair, and a large oval mirror. The lion disrobed quietly, hanging his suit upon the coat rack, and sat down upon the chair, naked except for his thick golden fur. Jutting slightly from his sheath, the pink tip of a pointed shaft already extended upwards, and the large male spread his legs wide and placed his hands on his hips. "Kneel, Pet, and service me. Please me and you will get your cream."

Sal dropped to his knees before the great feline. At their first meeting, his Master had stood across the room from him, and at dinner, he had been unable to get a good look; now, Sal's eyes roamed over the lion's undressed body, taking in every curve and feature, and gazing at the strong arm and leg muscles rippling under golden fur. Slipping forward between his Master's knees, he drew in a deep breath, inhaling the scent. The fox felt his own arousal stir as the feline's musk tickled inside his nose. Slowly, Sal lowered his muzzle between the powerful, tawny-furred legs. He opened his mouth and gently pressed his lips to the cocktip jutting up before him, suckling on it, taking all of the tip in his muzzle and running his tongue along the front. Pressing closer at first and then pulling his head back slightly, the fox let out a muffled noise of surprise as he discovered a ring of many small, sandpaper-sharp bumps angled downwards around the head. Pulling his tongue back from the coarse flesh, he continued to suck on the shaft, but more carefully. By opening his muzzle slightly on each backstroke, he found he could service the lion without trouble. There was no offending taste; the Master was meticulously clean, and all Sal could detect upon his tongue was a faint butteriness.

The Master let out an amused chuckle at the fox's initial discomfort, then lifted his arms and settled them behind his head, reclining and relaxing with a pleased rumble in his chest as Sal recovered. More thick cock rose slowly from the lion's sheath, curving upwards towards his golden belly as the girth at the base expanded. The Master fed inch after inch of cock to his Pet, rumbling contentedly as Sal suckled wetly on the lengthening shaft. Soon the feline had stuffed the vulpine's muzzle completely full of curved, conical cat penis. Sal puckered his lips against the feline's fuzzy sheathring, gagging slightly while the rough cockhead scraped along the roof of his muzzle. As he bobbed his head slowly, his nose and whiskers brushed against the lion's thick, soft tummy fur, and Sal lost himself blissfully in the rich smell. With all of his senses basking in the heat of the moment, the fox thrust his hips forward without a thought, and his own cock peeked from its cover. He hunched forward slightly, rubbing himself against his Master's leg.

The lion shivered momentarily and bucked his hips forward, lifting himself slightly out of his chair. Sal felt the feline's large ballsac slap lightly under his chin as the pointed cocktip jabbed at his throat, and he gulped noisily, muzzle clamping down and swallowing hard around the meaty shaft. The Master moaned at the pressure, and without further warning, shot a thick load of seed down the fox's gullet. Sal gurgled on the cum flowing into his throat, and pulled back slightly to let the rest of the cat's sticky cream coat his sore tongue. The climax was short, however, and soon his Master's entire gift was settling in his belly. The lion smiled and put his paw behind Sal's head, and rubbed gently while whispering. "That was very good, Pet. I see you did not waste a drop, so you will receive its full benefit."

Sal blinked up at the leonid without understanding. He gingerly pulled his muzzle free of the barb-covered shaft and swallowed again. As he looked up to the Master for more explanation, his stomach rumbled a little, and abruptly he felt an odd sensation spread all over his body, as if millions of little bubbles were foaming under his fur. His vision blurred slightly too, and he let out a small whimper as the lion bent forward and lifted him up. He blinked again, finding himself being held tenderly in his Master's lap.

The Master smiled comfortingly and nuzzled his large nose pad at Sal's cheek. Sal felt the bubbling feeling intensify and cringed against the lion. "There, it's started already," his Master said, giving a soothing pat behind the fox's rump. The lion gleefully rubbed his large fingers along the crack of Sal's bottom, pressing a pad under the fox's tail and gently stroking there. The pressure made Sal squirm, rubbing the cat's rough cock against his own. "Look in the mirror," the lion crooned into Sal's ear. The fox nervously diverted his gaze over his shoulder to the looking glass, and stared, mouthing a breathless gasp at the vision there.

Though he had trouble focusing his eyes on the reflection, Sal could still see well enough to observe his body undergoing a spectacular metamorphosis. His fur shimmered as though made of water, with ripples flowing from his eartips to toetips. Tearing his vision away from the mirror, he stared at his hands. Gradually, his fur and skin were becoming translucent, and he could see through his fingers to his Master's thick pelt. He squirmed and leaned back, inspecting his torso, only to see the last signs of his internal organs fading from view as he transformed into a glossy, stretchy shell. Just then, the lion pulled him forward again and hugged him tight, and he could feel his body distend and stretch under the pressure. He let out a small yelp and the Master loosened his grip with an apologetic look on his face.

The lion regarded his Pet with a reassuring smile and kissed him on his now-rubbery lips. "I see you were not expecting something quite like, well, this," the lion mused. "But it's only temporary, my Pet. The magic I cast into my seed will allow you a freedom you could only have dreamed of previously, and nothing, nothing at all can harm you while it is in effect. You have my word."

Sal swallowed, feeling his throat swell and relax unnaturally, and glance back at the mirror again. In the reflection he saw his Master, sitting in the large chair, hugging and caressing a life-sized latex fox. Its pupil-less eyes stared back at his, and he gave his tail a swish to observe the stretchy fox's tail swish at the same time. The lion's magic-infused ejaculate had transformed him into a living balloon.

Sal's host slipped a heavy paw into his lap, and lightly stroked at the fox's still-exposed shaft. At the moment of change, Sal's cock had been erect and swollen with a partial knot, and his new form had locked to that shape. As his Master's fingers slid smoothly up and down over his shaft, Sal found he could still feel every touch. He relaxed slightly as waves of pleasure spread through his new body, and pursed his tight lips into a smile for his Master.

The lion kissed Sal again and grinned back, removing his paw from his Pet's erection and pulling the fox closer. The feline and vulpine shafts pressed together again, and the great cat began to buck slowly, grinding his spiny cock against his Pet's rubbery one. Each time the lion lowered his hips, the barbs would tug and grind along Sal's penis, but in his balloon form Sal felt no pain. Instead, each backstroke produced a pleasurable vibration that echoed through the fox's latex skin. Sal moaned in ecstasy.

The Master accelerated his thrusts, squeezing Sal's arms with his strong paws each time he drove his shaft upwards, frotting enthusiastically against the fox's rubbery length. Each time the lion tightened his grip, the gas inside Sal displaced to his other extremities, making him feel - quite literally - light headed. Every roll of the lion's hips was again followed by a vibrating counterstroke, and the fox thought he would have already climaxed messily if he had any seed to give, yet still he felt a pressure building inside. His arms, legs, and head became more difficult to move, his body slowly stiffening with the cat still thrusting vigorously. Then they came, together, the lion splattering his thick seed and smearing it against Sal's latex belly and groin, while Sal's cock sputtered noisily, spewing a sweet-scented perfume between their bodies. The feeling of internal tension relented, and he weakly hugged his Master between his rubbery arms.

The lion let out a soft, approving growl and gave a few extra bucks against Sal's front before tilting the fox back to inspect the results. Creamy cat jism coated all of Sal's abdomen, with smaller globs splattered upwards to his mid-chest. The Master grinned and said a word that Sal did not catch, and with a soft glow his seed began to soak through Sal's skin, absorbing through the outside only to reform on the inside. With a soft squeak, the lion ran his finger pads over Sal's clean belly. With a flick of his wrist, the Master drummed the soft latex, and some of the cum within Sal's front splattered into his backside. It tickled, and Sal let out a laugh.

The maned feline sat forward with a stretch and licked his raspy tongue over Sal's nose, also running a padded fingertip over the tip of Sal's arousal. The balloon fox tried to squirm in response, but the lion grasped him firmly, and with a wicked grin, he spun Sal around, easily flipping the lightweight fox's tail end up in the air. Now upside-down with his front still facing his Master, Sal wiggled as he felt the cat's sandpapery tongue gliding over his sensitive cockhead, and he found his rubbery muzzle pressed once more to the pointed tip of the feline's shaft. He puckered his lips at it weakly, hips bucking in time with the lion's raspy licks above. His host effortlessly pushed Sal downwards to shove his large, tapered penis into Sal's pliable muzzle, and began to hump again while lapping at his Pet's cock.

Sal grunted, with his tail swishing briskly as the lion held him otherwise immobile. His Master's arms wrapped tightly about his waist, and as the pointed cone of male flesh stroked and tugged within his stretchy latex muzzle, the huge cat continued to torment his rubbery cock with short, abrasive tongue lashings. Then, the Master took his Pet's swollen length into his golden-furred muzzle and suckled wetly on it. The only thing the fox could do was endure the treatment as he felt pressure building inside him again, making his limbs and tail bulge, inflating and stretching his body into a taut, distended form. His cock became extra stiff, and the tubular passage within Sal's muzzle narrowed as his mouth puffed up, making a tighter fit for the lion's shaft.

The tawny feline growled around his mouthful of foxcock, and increased his thrusts, pounding Sal's nose against his sizeable balls. With a few extra-hard jerks, the lion's next load burst forth, coating inside Sal's head and neck, dripping within his insides and making the fox's tumescent body jiggle. The sensation of his Master's cum splattering against the inside of his rubbery skin was beyond comparison to any other feeling he could recall. Sal promptly orgasmed, with his shaft-tip flexing and spraying his pent-up gas into his Master's muzzle. The lion took a deep draw of breath from the fox's shaft and exhaled it with a satisfied roar.

Giving pause only briefly, the massive feline stroked his hands down Sal's backside to reach the fox's shoulders. With a quick tug, the Master pulled Sal's muzzle off of his length, and flipped the vulpine over again. Cum sloshed behind Sal's eyes as the leonid's strong arms rotated him backwards, seating his rump into the golden-furred lap as together they now both faced the mirror. Sal could see that most of his upper body had turned opaque from the sticky seed clinging and coating it inside, from his ears down to his belly, and he could feel an itch in his throat from the jism dripping downwards. He quickly forgot about the tickle though as his Master roughly slid into his rear, spreading the fox's sphincter wide around the still hard lion cock.

Every inch of Sal's body shimmied and wiggled as the lion powerfully bounced his Pet's ass up and down over his shaft. The fox bent forward slightly, moaning each time his rump bumped off of his Master's legs, with the cat's spiny cock scraping backwards out of his rubbery tail hole. The motion rippled across Sal's body, reverberating at the tips of his ears and tail, rolling back again and colliding with new waves as the lion's humping rapidly intensified. Sal could feel the lion shuddering underneath, with hot breaths gusting at his ears, each one increasingly labored as the cat continued to thrust lustfully.

Finally, the lion climaxed a fourth time, pouring another batch of fresh seed into Sal's insides, finishing his interior paint job with a fountain of cum splattering into the fox's legs and feet. Only the interior of Salvador's tail remained fully translucent, as viscous droplets of jism wiggled and clung all over his insides. The fox let out a soft groan as he felt an abrasive lick at his right ear.

But the lion was not done yet.

Slowly the lion began to thrust again, but this time he grabbed Salvador's arms, and began to squeeze more tightly than before. Sal panicked as he felt the lion's sharp claws dig into his elastic skin. He felt no pain, but knew that he was being stretched to the very limit of his form; his tough magical hide spread around the pointed clawtips, straining thin as the Master continued his assault. The lion then clamped his muzzle on Sal's neck, adding more pressure, biting in, and for the briefest moment it seemed that time slowed to a stop, and Sal felt himself rupture. The feline's nails and teeth punctured through, and the fox exploded with a loud pop, splattering cum and rubber in every direction around the room. Streaks of white semen and orange-red latex adhered to the mirror, the coat rack, and the Master.

For the next few moments, Sal's mind drifted calmly in a sea of thoughts. Somehow, he could still see the room as his consciousness floated above it, with the lion sitting there alone in the chair, in front of the mirror, and everything covered in tiny globs of pearly cum and bits of himself. Then the lion spoke another foreign word, and Sal felt his mind clearing and focusing, his escaping thoughts drawing back together. He floated back down to the chair, and with a sudden snap, he was whole again, but he felt somehow different than before.

Sal felt an internal pressure exerted inside his head, and unbidden, it swiveled to face the mirror. He saw instantly from whence the compulsion to turn had come. His body had reformed around the big lion, stretched tight like a glove. When his Master swished his long tail, Sal's was forced to swish as well. His normally foxish shape was barely recognizeable, but his reddish-orange color remained; he may as well have been melted down and poured into a lion-shaped mold, for all he could tell. His Master seemed extremely pleased, and stroked at his chest. Sal shivered as the broad thumbs rubbed over his supple nipples, passing the sensation through to his Master within.

The lion smiled into the mirror, and stood up, taking a few heavy steps towards it. After trying several poses and admiring himself thoroughly, the Master reached down, grasping his rubber-coated erection with his gloved hand, and began to stroke. Slowly and steadily, the Master pulled and stretched Sal's shaft back and forth over his pointed, barbed cock. The effect for Sal was that of having his Master's penis stroking within his own, his erection being used as a living condom for the lion's. The feeling was intense, almost electrifying, and though Sal tried to moan or squirm, he no longer had any control over his body. No matter what he tried, he could only move as the lion did, as if he had become a second skin of the giant feline.

The Master gradually built up his pace, fondling himself, curling his tail under his legs and teasing at his large balls with the tufted end. His fingers glided smoothly up and down, occasionally slipping one over the tip and rubbing eagerly there, and his massive toned body lunged towards the mirror and back, hips bucking into the air. As the cat's pleasure grew with each stroke, Sal's body began to tighten in response to his own burgeoning lust, fitting that much more closely to the lion's thick fur. The seemed to arouse the lion even more, and he responded by thrusting harder and faster against his own hand. Their bodies heaved together, the lion in control and Sal along for the ride, until finally the giant cat roared deafeningly with a body-wracking orgasm. Thick jets of his seed pulsed out, draping onto the surface of the mirror like silken ropes until his balls sagged, at last exhausted and empty. The Master stumbled backwards and fell into his chair, collapsing and gasping for air.

Sal rippled snugly over the lion while sharing the feline's labored breaths. He could feel his front stretch and relax with each rise and fall of his Master's chest, while the rest of the feline lay mostly still within him. The lion's long tail sagged over the side of his chair, the tufted end giving only the faintest twitch now and then. Sal's scrotum, stretched over his Master's pendulous balls, itched slightly; within it, the lion's testes churned slowly to refill their empty home. Other than those small signs of life, the two lay slouched in the chair, unmoving, drained and spent. Together they passed into a deep slumber.

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Morning sunshine splashed warmly across Sal's face, and he opened his drowsy eyes to look around at his surroundings. His vision was blurry, so he lifted his paws up and gently rubbed at his eyes. That seemed to help. "Much better," he mumbled to himself, and dropped his arms to glance to his side. There, he saw an end-table with an alarm clock and an empty glass. The table was immediately familiar. He was in bed, in his own apartment. The time was about nine o'clock.

Shaking his head, the fox slid out of bed and hobbled into the other room. He saw that the clothes he had worn on Friday were pressed and neatly folded, sitting on the end of the kitchen table, just as he had placed them before packing them Thursday night. His backpack was hanging on the back of a chair. Nothing else seemed even remotely out of place. Scratching his head, he checked his door, and found it locked. He pinched himself in the arm, and winced as a momentary pain shot through his skin. He was definitely awake. He completed his inspection with a sniff at himself. His body was clean.

Still not fully awake, Sal mused briefly and stumbled back to his bedroom without thinking to check his cell phone. "Was it a dream?" he murmured. "If it was, where did the last three days go? It doesn't make any sense." He spun in slow, lazy circles as he spoke to himself, tail swishing to and fro. Shrugging, he pulled open his closet door to find a pair of pants to wear. He gasped and stopped with his hand on the doorknob as he looked inside.

In the closet, along with his other clothes, hung a soft-looking forest green robe. A sealed letter jutted out of its pocket. Sal grasped the envelope with his hand and drew it out of the cloth. He timidly opened it, and read.

Dear Pet,

I hope that you enjoyed your experience as much as I did. If not, I am deeply apologetic, and I hope that this robe will not bring you unpleasant memories. Please accept it with my compliments, and read no further.

If, perchance, you found your visit to your liking, I have attached to this missive a charm you can use to contact me. Write anything you should like on the back-side of this correspondence, place it back in the envelope in which you received it, and lick the edge to re-seal. It will magically deliver back to me your message. None but your own writing can be delivered to me by this method; the spell will work for no-one else.

I trust that you will understand my need to remain anonymous for the time being. In my position, I do not need details of my private life spread about in the world. I do hope that we can get to know each other better, so I may lift this veil of privacy and introduce myself properly.

Yours in good faith,

Master Leo

Sal smiled and gently folded the letter in half, and held it to his chest.