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Feriro watched his mentor walk into the Trader's Guild, unusually for him wearing his formal robes, decorated with his silver torc of office. Feriro had one of these too, but usually kept it in storage. The Male scanned the room, and Feriro being rather larger than average for a Yinglet made him stand out in almost every room he was in. He waved at Seliro, whose ears raised in appreciation and returned the wave, changing his path to meet him, avoiding a humani shopper loaded with items that only they were capable of carrying at once.

Feriro sat down, on a backless bench at a seat for two that were common in the hall where people ironed out contracts for goods and services. His mentor was smaller than he, it was true, but that in no way meant he looked down at the older male, whose ears were laid back in worry. "Master." that one word brought Seliro back from his worries. "Sorry, I was thinking of a problem, and who might be in a position to fix it.".

Feriro perked up his ears "If it is a problem for you, it is a problem for me too, you are as close to me as any sire, you know that." And it was true, Seliro had raised him from the egg as his initation into the copper rank of responsibilities. That he had done so well at it, had played a large part in gaining his silver as well. He watched Seliro hesitate, then raise his palm to the level of his muzzle, signifying agreement.

Seliro held it there, before sighing and sharing his problem. "My daughter, Lauanna is in season, would you wish to mingle your bloodline with mine?" He said, in formal cant, with Seliro's famous gambling face, the ability to not communicate his emotions were legendary among the guild for business dealings, but he had known Seliro from his first breath. "That is not a problem, I did drive your cart here after all. She is a delight to the eyes and ears." Feriro said, his own face a mask of emotions he did not feel.

Seliro relaxed, lowering his arm, and nodding humani style "I need someone close to her, as she has chosen the path I cannot follow" Seliro said, waving for a copper banded yinglet to come. As Seliro ordered two drinks, Feriro took in what he had heard. What Seliro had said was Formal cant for Lauanna choosing the path of Sirenhood. He was being asked to take on something no male should ever take lightly. Surrendering his freedom, and for what, access to breeding, money and power? It was a difficult decision, as he was now just a dot below Seliro in rank, his silver torc having two notches versus Seliro's three.

"If you do this, you will have far greater freedom to indulge your hobby, and likely your own egg to raise, to finally become a master yourself." Seliro said, seriously. "You need somone you trust near what could become our next Grand Matriarch, you mean." He whispered at Seliro, his long neck enabling him to whisper that to his master in a way that would not be heard. He sat back, a little smug at having guessed his master's plans. The overly femmy male came by with the drinks, the bill placed on Seliro's tab.

As the Femmy male left, Feriro pinched his tail, causing the other to jump, and squeal before slapping at Feriro's paw and leaving, showing plenty of ass, not at all unintentionally. Seliro looked at him "You didn't" he said, deadpan, after which Feriro smiled, answering "You haven't?" At which the two friends laughed, taking thier cups and tapping them together. "He has more secrets than any Yinglet I know, and someday, he will disappear, and so too will his secrets." Seliro said between swallows. Both males watching the pretty male saunter about, obviously friendly with everyone. "He may not live to an old age, but nothing wrong with his cock," Seliro noted, leaving Feriro wondering who had been on top between them. Feriro raised a palm in assent, knowing the femmy male would say yes.

"You never answered me, Feriro, about Lauanna." Seliro said, draining the last of his drink, and there it was, he had hoped to avoid a commitment, but he could not turn his master down, and his daughter was a fine looking young female, one he'd gladly share eggs with. He raised his palm, not looking Seliro in the eyes, but then raising his muzzle to look at Seliro "Guess we were destined to be family." Feriro intoned. Seliro smiled, taking the upraised paw and placing it between his own forepaws and as Feriro's digits closed around the upper paw, Seliro kissed his knuckle, thereby sealing the agreement that either dammed him, or would be a life beyond imagining. Perhaps both he thought, as Seliro let go of him, and they stood, both males looking for thier femmy friend to add to the list of suitors.

So it was that evening, he was in the midst of a group of nude Yinglets, he standing taller than any, he proudly thought as Seliro told them about how the antidote provided protection against a siren's most potent means of controlling others. "Do what you need, and no more. Getting her overly stimulated may lead her to overdose you, and the antidote may not protect you then." Seliro said to the suitors, as they listened to the Siren sing, accompanied by what had to be the rumored newcomer.

Three of the males stepped forwards, taking a flask of the antidote, and Feriro looked at the older Yinglet who abstained alongside himself. "You sure about this, oldtimer?" he said quietly as the dignified male turned to look at himself "I was about to ask you the same. I envy you, if this is your choice. I was once like the one singing" He said, making Feriro's ears droop recognizing him at last. "No regrets, but it is a guilded cage for certain, I am free to anything but leave her side for long, and the sex is simply beyond compare." Feriro's jaw dropped at the male's honesty, knowing the patriarch of farming to be a simple, yet impeccably honest male.

As the sounds from within increased, they took the ceremonial dice, pairing off to roll as to who would go first, and he lost twice, with himself and the Patriarch rolling to finish, he threw the die, rolling a one, and the Patriarch smiled, placing the die on the table. "You win, in more ways than one, my young soon to be Thrall." The other males' heads lifted, looking at the two. "He has chosen, and will be chosen in return." The patriarch said more loudly, bowing to him, with the other males and even Seliro bowing, honoring his sacrifice. As they stood, the door opened, and his future walked out, groin yet clean from her mating within, as Seliro intercepted the Newcomer, talking to him in his own language, which Feriro knew some of.

The Males Bowed to her, and she in turn bowed to them, taking the first to her right as tradition demanded, paw in paw to the neighboring hut. Of course, it had to be the femmy yinglet from the Guild he thought, looking hungrily at his nude ass following hers. Without the tail poof, they could be siblings, he thought as they closed the door. Patriarch C'yn looked over to him. "I have a bit of advice to you, one you may, or may not enjoy, but you need to clean the cocks of those who breed her. That way, you stand less chance of losing your mind to a Siren not yet fully in control of herself. I have seen what for Kyria passes for rough sex, burning out the mind of those she deems unworthy of thralldom. Get a little bit of it in your system first, so your body can compensate better."

Feriro nodded, hearing the quip "Good lay" and as his femmy friend and the next yinglet, a lean male from the Explorer's guild entered, Feriro clapped a paw on his shoulder "Looks like you could go another round" and the Femmy Yinglet nodded enthusiastically, having obeyed orders for short and sweet. Feriro bent over, lifting his tail as a warmth slid into him, feeling the first taste of thralldom as a high better than bruisegrass, or even as good as Clams, the rare treat Yinglets traded entire life savings to get a hold of.

As the femmy male quickened his thrusts, the second male came out, cock stained with purple as well. The patriarch simply said "Free Yinglet Wash" pointing to his head, and the other nodded, filling his face with ying cock. He licked, loving the taste as the Femmy finished in him, filling that pocket that all males had, and loved to feel full. The second yinglet smiled, grabbing a rag handed to him by the Patriarch "Got it from here, thanks!'" while getting slapped on the ass by his femmy friend, who would definitely get a pounding in return someday.

The Third yinglet, one belonging to Baron Brafino's house named Berri smiled, his groin stained with Purple as he too took a rag and cleaned himself off. But Feriro had other concerns, opening the door to his future. He walked over to her, and she raised her ass asking him "You took the Medicine, right?" looking a little sadly at him as she wiggled her ass. He ran his forepaw down her tail's underside, his claws coming loosely through her fur "Make me yours" he said, before lining up into her sweet box and thrusting in, feeling the undiluted drug flow over his manhood that would make him her thrall.

He reached around her, his forepaws massaging her breasts as he started to move within her, each of her breaths she panted "Mine" softly, as he lowered his head to alongside hers, letting her smell him, letting him smell her, as his mind hit the greatest high imaginable, the one thing that kept Patriarchs ready to die for their matriarch. No amount of Females would ever compare to this, no amount of drugs, or even clams, the food Yinglet brains were programmed genetically to into a drunk ecstasy over. This beat all of that, the simple word, "Mine" whispered until he came, holding her to him, letting her come over his groin, the drug rolling down his thighs, soaking into his skin. As she milked him, he entwined digits of her forepaw with his much larger ones, holding hands as he whispered to her ear "Yours" causing her to cream again around him as he filled her unable to stop himself from growling as she with her free hand rubbed his forehead as he panted, hugging his head to her.

As he finished, they stayed joined, his cock marinating in her juices, his head spinning with hormones his body had never felt, but would never again wish to be without. She gave him a lick in appreciation as they separated, knowing the next suitor was waiting. As she turned around, he softly spoke to her "My name is Feriro, I belong to the Trade guild, and forever more am yours siren, matriarch to be, and mother to my offspring" he said, touching her cheek with the back of his palm, and to his surprise she stood on clawtips, her hand buried in his long chest fur, and kissed him, humani style, neither of them thinking the presense of shellteeth mattered as their tongues explored the mouth of the other as they embraced. She released him, and he bowed to her, saying "Seliro was my master, and I will follow you, as we are never to part for long again." to which she bowed in return, saying only "Mine" as she ran her hand along his tail as he caressed her with it as he left.

He panted as his brain worked to function under the load of chemically induced bliss after stepping out the door, the need to see her again warring with what the Patriarch said about the danger she represented to him. That same male Gripped him by the shoulder, drawing him into a hug, not caring about his wet fur, or how he was unable to say a word. "Welcome to the club" He said, before disengaging, and entering Lauanna's chamber.

"You allright?" a voice interrupted his introspection of the universe at large, and he looked up into the eyes of his femmy friend "Kind of makes me wish I didn't take the herbs" He added, thoughtfully as Feriro hugged him to himself, needing physical contact to keep his mind focused as the hormones did their job on him. A second voice added "Dunno if he even heard you, look at his eyes" The Yinglet called Berri said, curiously looking at his face. He tried to answer them, but his mind just did not cooperate, and he could not resist rubbing the Purple goo on his groin into his skin, its warmth intoxicating.

The femmy Ynglet wormed his way out of his hug, leaving him alone with his chemically induced stupor. He stood up, full of energy it felt like, but thinking felt like walking in mud, so were his thoughts as Patriarch C'yn exited the door, smiling. "Helluva kick, huh?" C'yn said to him as his muzzle went to C'yn's groin, to clean him off, missing entirely Lauanna's return to the Newcomer. "Come with me, for tonight" the patriarch said, leading the much bigger Yinglet to the circle where each of the suitors bowed to the other, legal witnesses to the breeding.

Feriro did not remember much of that night, but woke up after a Yinglet length sleep of an hour or so, with a sore ass, and now, much cleaner. As he stirred, the lump next to him did as well, the Patriarch of Farming being a light sleeper apparently. "Good morning, sunshine!" the Patriarch crowed, as full of life as he could be. Feriro nodded, feeling pretty damm good. "Good Morning, Patriarch, I think I owe you my life" he said honestly to C'yn. "Perhaps, but you have much to learn, young Feriro." The older Yinglet twirling his clawed fingertip into the fur of his bedmate.

"Like what?" Feriro answered, his head feeling clearer than usual. "For one, if you have sex with someone on the receiving end, like we did last night, you need to clean your groin before seeing Lauanna again." Feriro startled, before being petted back into temper by C'yn "Testy, aren't cha! You will find out why, and remember this if she ever finds you full of a male's seed. Trust me, just don't" He said, walking his clawtips like a tiny yinglet up his snout. "Also, seek out the Duke's humani pharmacist. Lauanna may be able to help, once she knows what to make, but he, already knows, and has the medicine in stock that keeps your hormones in balance if separated." The patriarch yawned, turning his finger walk into a caress. "Trust me, you don't want to know how separation feels. Keep her happy, keep her safe, and keep yourself sane." Feriro raised a palm signifying he understood.

"Now, time to eat, after that lay, I'm starving!" C'yn said, and Feriro's fur poofed out angry at any implied slight to Lauanna as he stood, growling. C'yn giggled, placing his paw over his mouth pointing at Feriro leaking C'yn's cum from between his legs "You thought I spoke of her, huh?" Feriro stopped, awestruck at what his first instinct had been. "Now, you understand thralldom. And you will be so until you die, or she does. Pray for the first option, young Feriro." C'yn said, his mind for a moment lost in thought.

They ate in company, C'yn being the Patriarch of farming, he had all the good things to eat, things that even he, a silver rank had not easy access to, and to his surprise, even clams, imported from goodness knows where, which were delicious, but did not produce the expected ecstasy they had before, the very few times he had tasted them. "This part of thralldom? Clams not doing what clams are supposed to? Or are these a different kind of Clam?" Feriro asked, with C'yn only saying "The first option, only Lauanna will make you feel that good ever again. If you find another way, please share, hmm?" C'yn chuckled.

As they finished their meal, C'yn added "You will need her in a day, or less, as your Thralldom has not yet been completed. She will know before you do, if you are nearby, as your scent will change before you become desperate." He said, taking another bite of Tiplod with sauteed fungus. Feriro nodded, as he swallowed a serving himself, chewing being a humani thing. They finished, Feriro thanking the Patriarch for both the meal, and the filling too. They embraced before he left, and he readied the wagons for the trip later today. With all the fantastical things going on, axles still needed greasing, harnesses inspected, and so on.

Later, as the Wagons were loaded, he smelled her, his Siren. And as she and the Newcomer boarded Seliro's wagon he blew her a kiss. He was surprised when she planted the kiss on her hole, and winked at him, causing him to react, and so the caravan was held up for about a half hour as Boxes were re-packed into undamaged containers, and the Tiplods themselves were calmed. He worked as hard as any of them as he felt her eyes on him as he worked. The newcomer even attempted to help, surprised that he also knew the slave cant, but other than smelling very right, he was in the way more than he was a help.

The caravan took off, down the ancient Indrel tunnel towards the hive, the tunnel and indeed their whole city having been excavated by the Insect like humanoids a long time ago. There was a theory that each of the races here was elemental, with Humani being the water element, always in motion. The Indrel being Earth dwellers, the Baxxid Wind, reflecting their desert homes, and Yinglets, being fire, always pulled towards the stars at nighttime, and like fire, the less permanent of the races. He pondered this as his wagon trailed Seliro's wagon, and he smelt her the whole time they traveled.

By the first travel break, at the wayover station, he knew he needed her, and approached Seliro's wagon "Hello again!" He said, with more cheerfulness than he felt as she turned around, then growled sniffing the air, then himself. The newcomer looked confused, before he said "Be right back" in the slave cant, reassuring him, as Lauanna all but dragged him behind the water tank. "Nice to see you too, Lauanna" he smiled at her, feeling better for smelling her so close. She took her nose and smelled deeply at his pelt, before trying to push him down.

"Down" she ordered, and he obeyed, taking off his tabard as he laid on his back. She climbed onto him, and for some reason, his cock was soft as she rubbed herself onto him. She said "I've been waiting for you, so I can claim you again" Lauanna purred, grinding on his groin as he placed his forepaws on her hips, feeling her move on him "I want you to claim me, I want you to dream of me, as I do you." He said, as she found his slit, and beared down on it, rocking on him, and he felt her spread him, his slit being puled open, he whispered "Yours, always" as she growled, then he felt her come, penetrated by two jets of her essence, filling his pouch, and he growled out a "Yesss" as she held him close, feeling her hormones claim him forever. She filled him to the point that it overflowed, wetting both of their fur as she wound down. She inhaled deeply of his chest fur "Mine" she panted as he massaged her belly, feeling the egg they had made as he felt not the mania of yesterday, but wholeness. This was what Yinglet brains were programmed to be,he thought as she growled softly, grinding their hips together.

As he rubbed her, she whined as her belly tightened once more, causing her to clench his fur as she squirmed atop him, held in place on his frame as she tensed, then shuddering, having fertilized another egg, and in doing so, painted both of their groins a deep purple, his belly fur already stained from the night before. He held her, as she trembled atop him, both prisoners to biology, and as she looked into his eyes, he knew what had happened, and nuzzled her "I couldn't be happier, Lauanna! I did volunteer for this, and many, many more times!" He said, as she peppered him with licks and nibbles. She purring "Mine" as she let him up, and he, putting his hand on her egg laden belly cooed into her ear "Mine" which caused her to giggle as they walked back towards the wagons, holding hands, paw in paw.

Waiting for them were not just the newcomer, but Seliro as well. "I think you three will do well together" He said, and Feriro noticed her luggage and the odd Newcomer's had been moved to his wagon, and his passenger, a elderly Yinglet whose hearing had failed, was perched on Seliro's wagon. Feriro nodded, accepting of the change, assisted the people he would know until his dying day aboard his wagon. She in turn rummaged through her belongings until finding her harp/twanger. She started to sing a song about the power of the Siren of legend, when the Newcomer started in, echoing her voice in this poorly lit world. He listened to the pair sing, getting the meter of the song, then after the second verse, he joined in, his singing voice surprisingly higher than hers, clearer than he remembered. Whether this is true due to the changes they had undergone, he would never know.

She strummed and sang most of the trip, taking time to rest as one or both of them rubbed her tummy, the first egg having reached her hips, causing her to look smaller, despite being more pregnant than before. "You look beautiful" the newcomer said, purring as he smelled of her, with Feirio being jealous as he had to drive the cart. "What did he say?" Lauanna said, forcing him to translate for the newcomer. He did so, and she petted him for the compliment, and just when he was about to swell up like a corpse in jealousy the two in the back tackle-hugged him, almost making him drop the reins guiding the wagon. "Ok, Ok, '' he said, hugging each back in return, shifting the reins to a footpaw, as sometimes, it was good to be a Yinglet.

They entered the hive, with Lauanna squirming uncomfortably "Need to lay the egg" She said, in explanation, and placed the care of the wagon in Seliro's hands after stopping, and without delay, took her, and placed her on his back, letting her grasp his waist. "Come on, Kryss, follow me" He said, having learned the other male's name as he took off, Four souls on two legs, being followed by a Yinglet with only a white collar on. It turned heads as he skidded around a corner, on all fours, followed by Kryss, and usually a stream of insults and curses as he barreled through anything in his way, his warrior caste genes burning, as well as the knowledge he was serving his Siren.

As he ran, Lauanna moaned, but not in the "In Distress" kind of way, and as he reached the Hatchery, she squealed, and he could feel her love wet his back fur through his tabbard, marking him there as well, the soft stinging of her lust serum prickling into his skin as he barreled past the guards at the front, and into the place where Yinglet eggs were laid. He paused then sat down, lowering his torso to the ground so she could slip off of him. He heard Kryss and a confused male approach. The latter was lecturing the male about something Kryss did not have the language to hear, and as Lauanna puffed on his back the male grabbed her arm, and only one thing saved that male, that Kryss was faster than he, as Kryss hissing like a aroused Baxxid hit him like a thunderbolt. Ripping into his shoulder, eyes totally feral. Lauanna cried out, which only magnified the problem, as she had slid off, and his own massive (for a Yinglet) body slammed into the male, knocking him unconscious instantly, though that did not keep Kryss from tearing him a new asshole afterwards. Seeing Kryss smek around the unconscious body of the hatching ground worker, he had a warm thought towards the male.

"Enouzh!" He said in slave cant, getting Kryss's attention just as Lauanna laid her egg, her hips flexing as she squatted, panting. As the two males watched, her groin flexed outwards and she moaned, squirting her drug laced love on the ground as the egg poked out, cresting from her femininity. The two males rushed over to her, he, rubbing her tummy, while Kryss's attentions were somewhat lower causing Lauanna to hug him as she bore down, lifting as the egg was lain. She hugged into his soft chest fur, panting, as Kryss hugged the egg they had made, together. The shell was unusual for a Yinglet egg, being impregnated with a siren's color, and being a lavender instead of a tan color. Kryss smiled warmly "Mine" Kryss said, in the common language, and they chuckled, in relief, united in love, and as a family of their own.