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"M...Master Galos, it's not what it--" Vidan started hastily, but the ram held up a hand, silencing him.

"No, Vidan, I believe it's exactly what it looks like...it's just that you can't explain all of it," Galos said, striding forward as he surveyed the expired, contaminated spell circle on the floor. He then paused to look at the little wolf in the jar that was a quarter of the way full of Vidan's urine. "But you can. Can't you...slave?"

It had been so long since Galos had used that icy tone with him, and so long since he had referred to Àzuen as simply "slave"--the wolf's ears folded back in shame and anger. "Master, I--"

A blaze of intense fury flared across Galos's face, and the alchemist shook as he raised a hand--his fingertips glowed a deep red, and he violently snapped his fingers.

"Gguaahh!" Àzuen rattled dryly at the pain that seared across his throat, and he clutched his neck...but when he looked down at his hands, he didn't see any blood.

"Clearly you don't need your vocal cords anymore, so I've removed them for you," Galos told him bitterly.

Horrified, Àzuen began to mouth wildly, but nothing more than hot air passed over his lips. Galos, however, swept across the room and approached the table; Àzuen, now acknowledging just how livid the alchemist was, shrank back in the jar.

"Why do I need you to explain what happened when I can divine your actions myself? Why do I need you to say anything anymore after your performance today? The simple answer is I do not, thus your speaking privileges are permanently revoked," the ram said as he came to lean against the table. He glared at Àzuen before he hung his head in disappointment...then looked up at Vidan, who had sunk back down on the soles of his feet, covered his shrinking cock and balls, and been too petrified to move while Galos spoke. "I should thank you, Vidan."

"Th...thank?"

"You didn't understand the full extent of his crime, and yet you unwittingly meted out the start of an appropriate punishment," Galos replied to his stammering assistant. He waved a hand dismissively. "Leave us; dress properly and contact Barlone to ask if one of his slaves can come clean this up."

Vidan nodded immediately. "Yes, Master Galos, right away." The terrified raccoon quickly gathered his discarded pants and stole upstairs and out of the lab.

Galos turned his attention back to Àzuen. "Because you are obviously too imbecilic to comprehend the full gravity of your situation by yourself, I suppose it falls to me to explain it to you--which is a disservice to my station, a disservice that fate has apparently elected to visit upon me due to your indisputable mental incompetence." The ram tiredly rubbed his temples and the bridge of his nose, before he took up, "Let us begin at the beginning, then. First and foremost, you betrayed my trust in a manner that indicates you had been plotting your escape for quite some time. After I sheltered you in my home, gave you a life to live and a purpose to serve...took you into my own bed..." Galos trailed off as he started to pace back and forth in front of the work table. "And everything you did for me was nothing more than an insidious ploy for your own freedom. Was the life I provided for you really so terrible that you felt it necessary to lie to my face day in and day out?"

Galos didn't even look at Àzuen, who had forced himself to regain a defiant stance in the jar. "Evidently so, if you desired an exit from it since the day I purchased you at that market. You could have gone to any number of outright abusive masters, but I treated you kindly and compassionately...and this is the thanks I receive in return." Galos smirked darkly to himself. "Consider that lesson learned. I believed I had already acquired all the knowledge I needed in this field, but I should have remembered: As an alchemist, I am chiefly a scholar. And though I am as surprised as you are to find that you--you, a worthless slave, of all people--educated me, make no mistake, this is a lesson I will carry forward with the next slave I procure."

Galos sighed and stopped pacing, then grabbed the jar and dragged it towards him--Àzuen stumbled amid the piss and trails of cum that sloshed around him, and he held himself steady until Galos brought the jar to a halt at the other end of the work table. Both the tall ram and the tiny wolf looked over the used, messy spell circle that Àzuen had created and the ashen remains of his clothes and provisions.

"While I must admit that your first blunder emotionally wounded me, your second blunder is the much more financially painful injury that your idiocy has caused," Galos said through clenched teeth. "In addition, it is this second blunder that has made your current predicament entirely irreversible."

Àzuen's jaw dropped in shock and confusion when he deciphered what Galos had said.

"You stole my gold for yourself and used a majority of my supplies to make your botched portal," Galos began, nodding at what was left of Àzuen's destroyed knapsack and the metal and powder rings the wolf had drawn. "And the runes you butchered were responsible for shrinking you down. But contaminating the portal site with my entire stock of azaroth oil..." the ram tsked admonishingly and shook his head. "In large enough quantities, azaroth oil corrupts arcane effects and makes them completely immutable. If you hadn't foolishly somehow spilled one of the most expensive ingredients in my lab all over the floor--in some delusional fit of lunacy, I'm sure--and left such an extensive residue behind, there would have been a chance that you could be restored to your original height. But no, you are now, and forever will be, a mere two inches tall, and utterly useless to me for whatever services you once recalcitrantly provided."

Galos heaved a sigh and turned to glare down at Àzuen, who held his head in his hands; the wolf felt sicker and sicker as Galos had explained his plight, to the point where he almost felt ready to vomit into the piss and cum mixture he stood in.

"So, the full outcome of this debacle is that I have no gold, my portal ingredients have been practically depleted, an exceptionally valuable oil has gone to waste without a chance of being salvaged, and I no longer have a useful slave who I paid good money for," Galos fumed. He drummed his fingers on the table, sending small vibrations through the glass jar that Àzuen stood in. "My immediate need here is to recuperate my financial losses due to your actions. While I would be well within my rights as your master to simply kill you for your treachery..."

Àzuen's heart thumped hard with terror as the ram considered his options.

"...I don't see that as a wise option."

The wolf gulped, relieved to hear that he had dodged the executioner's blade, but he still hung onto Galos's every word as the alchemist continued.

"Your miniscule stature makes you no longer an effective slave for my purposes, but you may still have one final use...helping pay for your mess by arranging your sale to a new owner. Perhaps being enslaved to a different master will show you how much you should have valued the kind of life I provided for you."

Àzuen's eyes widened in shock--Galos was going to just sell him off like a disposable trinket?

The ram shook his head again before he stared Àzuen in the eye, his giant brown eyes locking with the tiny wolf's pleading, blue-gray gaze. "After all the time you devoted to me, all the trust I placed in you...and what a failure you turned out to be." Galos took a steadying breath--he looked ready to explode, but contained himself enough to continue, "I am so...completely disappointed in you that I cannot even be in the same room, and after seeing what you've done to desecrate my lab and my home..."

He trailed off and looked away. Then, without another word, Galos turned from Àzuen and stalked out of the laboratory, leaving the wolf in the jar behind.

Humiliated, devastated, and hopeless, Àzuen glumly sank in the acrid, musky mixture of Vidan's urine and semen, sitting on his rear and hugging his legs close while he hung his head in silent defeat.

---

Two days passed, with Àzuen alone in his jar for the majority of that time.

The day of his escape attempt, a tiger slave was brought into the lab--the boy couldn't have been older than 18 or 19, but to Àzuen, the slave looked world weary as he cleaned the room under Vidan's supervision. The raccoon spoke firmly and directly when he directed the tiger where to store used ingredients and how to organize the equipment on the shelves, and he barely even acknowledged Àzuen, who remained in the piss-filled jar; at Vidan's almost sober demeanor, Àzuen wondered if Galos had chastised his assistant to the point of making Vidan behave himself for once. Although when the raccoon glared harshly at the wolf as he ordered the tiger slave to empty out the jar, roughly bathe Àzuen, and drop him back into the cleaned container, Àzuen knew that the real, troublemaking Vidan was still lurking under his more reserved exterior.

After the lab had been tidied up and Àzuen had been cleaned, Vidan had screwed a lid with airholes bored into it on top of his jar, and Àzuen was placed upon the shelf next to the terrarium containing the male chimera he had hatched. When Àzuen had been his original 6 feet, 3 inches tall, the 14-inch long chimera had seemed so small to him--but now that he was only 2 inches tall himself, the pantherine, scaled beast towered over Àzuen as he reared up against the walls of his enclosure, swiping and clawing at the glass in an effort to get to Àzuen. For two days, Àzuen huddled against the cold sides of his jar while the chimera nextdoor exhibited a wide range of dominant, predatory behavior; he leered at the tiny wolf, bared his fangs and growled at him, hissed at him as he agitatedly stalked back and forth in front of Àzuen, and he took every opportunity to rear up on his hind legs to proudly display the prominent, multi-knotted, barbed, leaking erection that was almost constantly swollen out of his sheath. In cold dread, Àzuen recalled all the times the chimera had done this before while watching him get fucked by Galos, and he remembered the ram's theory that the chimera would want to assert dominance over the wolf in a bid to mimic Galos's superiority over Àzuen...

And now that Àzuen was significantly smaller than the chimera, the scaled beast was working himself up into a frenzy over the prospect of having the wolf so close--almost within arm's reach. Even though Àzuen hated his current predicament, the tiny wolf was grateful that there were two layers of glass separating him and the beast who seemed ravenous to breed him.

For two days, Àzuen saw neither hide nor hair of Galos--the ram didn't enter the lab at all. Or, if he did, Àzuen was asleep during those times, curled around himself for warmth in the chilled glass confines of his jar. He wondered if the alchemist was simply taking a break from his work--then again, Galos did have a library and study he could use for research, he didn't necessarily need to be in the lab all the time. But Àzuen couldn't deny that not seeing his (former) master busy in the lab for so long was unsettling to a degree. Vidan would enter the lab occasionally to grab a book or a piece of equipment, but he would depart as quickly as he'd arrived, not even sparing a backwards glance at Àzuen.

Day slowly rolled into night rolled into day rolled into night, and Àzuen's stomach grumbled and churned from both hunger and anxiety. While he could only do so much to keep himself calm and collected in his isolation, Àzuen hadn't eaten or had a drink of water since the morning of his escape attempt. He was starving, although he had a hunch that Galos was "conveniently" forgetting to feed him...

That was, at least, until the morning of the third day. Half asleep and his eyes still closed, Àzuen felt his jar being picked up, and he cracked open an eye, expecting to see Vidan lifting him from the shelf.

A familiar Great Dane peered down at him, and Àzuen bolted upright as he realized it was Lord Tabris--shirtless and grinning like a thief--stealthily carrying him out of the lab. Àzuen anxiously held his hands against the glass, watching as he and Tabris ascended the stairs. Then the Great Dane padded down the hall and pushed open the door to Vidan's room, where Àzuen saw the raccoon waiting on all fours on his bed, wagging his bushy, ringed tail seductively over his ass cheeks; his taint and balls were clearly visible for Àzuen to see, too.

"You got him?" Vidan asked, looking back at Tabris, who shut the bedroom door behind him.

"Yeah, where do you want him?" Tabris held up the jar with Àzuen inside for Vidan to see.

"Just over there is fine." Vidan nodded at his dresser, and Tabris placed the jar squarely on top of it, giving Àzuen an unobstructed view of Vidan on his hands and knees.

Transfixed by what was happening, Àzuen watched Tabris shuck off his trousers, giving him an eyeful of his swollen cock as it flopped out from under the fabric. He dropped his pants with the rest of his clothes in the corner, then the Great Dane sauntered to the bed, where he leaned down and met Vidan in a deep kiss. Vidan moaned while the much larger canine visibly forced his tongue into his mouth, and Tabris dominantly held Vidan by the throat as he smooched the young raccoon and sloppily worked his lips over Vidan's. They passionately huffed into each others' muzzles as their heads swayed from side to side, and Vidan eagerly began to grind his face into Tabris's, as if trying to smother himself under the dog's kiss. Tabris then pulled back for a moment before peppering Vidan's lips and face with more small pecks and smooches, clearly unable to stop himself from kissing the raccoon, and Vidan returned the gestures in kind. When they finally broke apart, softly panting together, Àzuen saw a few strands of saliva connecting their lips, and Vidan licked them away hungrily. Tabris smiled tenderly down at Vidan while he held the boy's face in his hand, and his large thumb played over Vidan's lips before gently pressing past them and into the raccoon's open and waiting mouth. Vidan suckled on the thumb for a moment while Tabris chuckled.

"Ready for me, boy?" the Great Dane asked softly.

Vidan nodded and let Tabris's saliva-coated thumb pop out of his mouth. "Always, sir."

The Great Dane patted his cheek paternally before striding around to the foot of the bed and climbing up onto the mattress behind Vidan. He settled on his knees, and Àzuen watched Tabris place a hand on the raccoon's rump--holding Vidan's tail aside by the base as he did so--while he held his long, red, bulbous, canine cock steady with his other hand. Tabris lined up the protruding tip of the thick column with Vidan's ass, and then Àzuen watched the Great Dane easily sink inside up to the top of his knot.

"Huugghh...nice and smooth, boy...just the way I like it," Tabris groaned before he began humping.

Vidan, meanwhile, turned his head to the side to glance at Àzuen, who was still watching from his vantage point on top of the dresser. The raccoon's face showed a mixture of pleasure and triumph, as if he was getting the last laugh and loving it at the same time. Àzuen, too tired and too hungry to even think about enjoying the show happening in front of him or the consequences of offending Vidan, held up his middle finger...but the raccoon just grunted nonchalantly and hung his head back down while he arched his back, obviously too wrapped up in the throes of pleasure to care about Àzuen's feelings.

Tabris continued pumping in and out of Vidan's ass, coaxing wet schlp-schlp-schlps from the hole he roughly penetrated.

"Uuungh...huuunnggh, soooo...goooood," Vidan moaned, his voice jostling while the Great Dane pounded against him.

"Yeah...you love it every time...don't you, boy," Tabris growled, now holding onto Vidan's shoulder for support as he reamed the raccoon.

"Yes...yes, sir!" Vidan actively pushed his ass back onto Tabris at the apex of every thrust, eliciting a loud plap-lap-lap of hips against ass and balls against balls. The bed shook under the powerful fucking, and Tabris huffed as he worked himself up more and more; Àzuen could see he was pushing his knot hard against Vidan's rear entrance--the engorged bulb was just about ready to slip in...

"What do you want, boy?" Tabris demanded, clutching Vidan's shoulder.

"For--ah--you to fill me, sir!"

"What do you want, boy?" the Great Dane repeated, panting.

"To--fuck--get bred by you, sir!"

"Atta boy...I have a big load for you...lots of pups in these balls," Tabris grunted, his hips rolling like violent tidal waves against Vidan's ass; Àzuen could see the canine's legs trembling. "You want my sons in you?"

"Yes please, sir!" Vidan cried out desperately.

"Here...they...hhhnnnnggghhh!" Tabris rammed himself into Vidan's ass one final time. His knot audibly popped past Vidan's sphincter while the Great Dane clenched his teeth, and Tabris held his hips firmly against Vidan's rear, shuddering with each burst of cum he shot into the younger raccoon's guts. "Hngh! Hngh! Hhhhngh..."

After a few moments of riding through his orgasm, Tabris leaned forward over Vidan, who was huffing and panting underneath him. The Great Dane affectionately ran his fingers through Vidan's fur behind his ears. "Whoooof...that was long overdue..."

Vidan chuckled. "I'm glad I could satisfy, sir."

"You always do," Tabris sighed lazily. He turned his head to the side to look over at Àzuen, who was now leaning back against the wall of his jar with his arms folded in a sullen display of boredom. "What do you mean to do with him? Put him in your ass?"

Vidan snickered. "No, I did that already."

Tabris started. "What, really?"

Vidan jerked his head over at Àzuen. "Tell him, slave."

Àzuen rolled his eyes and grumbled silently, but he nodded--what was even the point in lying about it?

Tabris laughed and rubbed Vidan's face playfully. "Well look at you! Even more of a kinky little bastard than I thought...so what's your plan for him today?"

The raccoon sighed. "Well, Galos told me to finally feed him, but he didn't say what I should give him..." A smile crept onto Vidan's lips, and Àzuen's stomach sank as it queasily churned. "But I do have an idea."

Vidan shuffled out from under Tabris, and before the Great Dane could protest, he lurched forward, plopping the canine's sensitive knot out of his ass. Tabris groaned and clutched his crotch while Vidan, keeping his hole clenched, tottered over to the dresser, where he picked up Àzuen's jar, unscrewed the lid, and then brought the wolf in the open jar back over to the bed.

"Hold this for me," Vidan directed, pushing the jar into Tabris's hand.

The Great Dane obediently held the jar steady on top of the bed, and both he and Àzuen watched Vidan turn around and squat over the opening of the glass container. When Àzuen saw Vidan spread his cheeks apart and position his still-clenched ass directly over the jar, the little wolf realized what was about to happen.

Desperate and frantic, Àzuen mutely yelped as he began ramming himself against the glass wall, trying to knock the jar over. The tiny plink-plink-plinks of his body beating against the jar was almost comedic, and even Tabris cracked a smile at the sound, but the Great Dane held the vessel steady, and Vidan's puckered hole began to relax...

A thick stream of canine semen dribbled out of the gaping orifice and trickled along Vidan's taint before plunging down into the jar with a splat. Àzuen smelled the acrid cum that splashed against his feet, and Vidan grunted as he released even more fluid into the container.

"Oh, now that's inspired," Tabris chuckled as he watched the show--globs and ropes of his semen trailed from Vidan's ass and down into the jar.

Àzuen gave up on trying to knock the jar over and now craned his neck to watch out for the next drop of cum. He skirted out of the way as another strand fell from Vidan's yawning hole and splattered next to him. The raccoon snickered as he kept pushing out the rest of the large load, and by the time the final, gossamer thread of semen dripped out of Vidan, there was enough goopy cum in the bottom of the jar to cover Àzuen's ankles.

Àzuen grimaced and silently groaned, hating the sensation of Tabris's cum seeping between his toes and soaking into his fur. He gingerly tried to step out of the viscous, pungent fluid, but as he raised one foot, he had to lower his other paw back into the pool of cum that surrounded him. He glared indignantly up at Vidan as the raccoon turned around and settled on his knees over the jar.

"That's just part one of your meal, slave," Vidan snickered as he now began to stroke his hard cock above the jar's opening. "You're going to--mmf--get part two in a moment..."

Àzuen's jaw dropped, then he rubbed his face exhaustedly. Why did Vidan have to torture him like this? Couldn't he do something--nearly anything--else?

"You're really going to make him eat our cum like that?" Tabris asked, looking up at Vidan as the raccoon masturbated furiously--he wasn't savoring the moment, he simply wanted to get off as quickly as possible.

"Yeah...I'm not going to feed him anything else...so this is all he's...getting!" Vidan grunted as he flicked his fingers over the head of his cock while he stroked; he brought himself to the edge, then pumped harder and faster while he bucked his hips. "Unf! Gonna..."

Just as Vidan was about to burst, Tabris reached up and batted the raccoon's hand away, instead taking the cock in his own fist and pumping as he aimed it down into the jar.

"Hhuuuuhh!" Vidan moaned while his cock spasmed in Tabris's tight, clenched fist, and fast ropes of semen jetted out of his urethra.

Àzuen didn't have the luxury of waiting for gravity to make the drops of cum easy to avoid this time--Vidan's cum shot down so fast that he couldn't dodge out of the way, and the first few salvos splattered on top of him, knocking Àzuen down into the rest of the pale, musky slop around him. Àzuen spluttered and wiped the stinging cum from his eyes, and he shielded his face from the thick splashes that rose around him while Vidan's cum mixed with Tabris's. The raccoon above him grunted and panted while Tabris milked out the dregs and shook his cock to make them drop down into the jar. In mere moments, there was enough semen to come up to Àzuen's knees when he was standing, and since he was sitting on his ass now, the little wolf was up to his chest in white goopy cum.

Vidan sighed, then chuckled. "Well, now I'd say you've got plenty to eat, huh?"

Àzuen glared daggers up at the raccoon from the cum-filled bottom of the jar.

Vidan smirked arrogantly. "It's better than nothing at all, isn't it?"

The little wolf scowled and huffed sullenly, then scooted around to face away from Vidan's gaze--he didn't even care anymore that he was sitting in a pool of semen that had been in the raccoon's ass, he just didn't want to see that smug face anymore. But he couldn't stop himself from hearing Vidan when he spoke again.

"Tell you what--you need to eat and I need to tell Galos that I fed you. So you can either start eating what I gave you now, or I will actually shit in that jar and you'll wish you only had cum to eat," Vidan threatened.

Àzuen paused, then slumped. He knew Vidan wouldn't be above carrying out his ultimatum. Reluctantly, Àzuen dipped his hand into the cum pool he sat in and scooped up a glob...his hand shook as he he brought it up to his mouth, where he did his best to ignore the smell and the clumpy, viscous texture...and shoved it into his muzzle. He quickly swallowed, gagging as he did so. The thick wad left a filmy residue in his mouth and esophagus as it slid down his into his belly.

"Good slave. Keep eating," Vidan commanded coldly.

Àzuen whimpered silently, but he did as he was told, scooping up another handful of pungent cum and forcing it into his mouth. He gulped it down as he reached for another handful without waiting for Vidan to prompt him to continue--at this point, after not eating for over two days, Àzuen was simply hungry enough that putting nearly anything into his stomach would help satisfy his appetite. And, as he hastily gulped another mouthful of Tabris's and Vidan's mixed cum, Àzuen knew he could be eating something much worse. At least this way he was getting some protein out of this torture...

---

By the time Vidan returned Àzuen's jar to the shelf in the lab, nearly half of the semen that had been deposited in the container was now inside the little wolf's stomach; Àzuen lethargically reclined with his back propped against the side of his jar. It was as if he'd eaten an enormous dinner and couldn't even move, his belly was just too bloated and full of cum for him to do anything but relax in the globby remains of Tabris's and Vidan's mixed semen. He'd tried to wipe himself down, but the viscous fluid clung to his fur, drying into thick, sticky clumps.

Vidan had left Àzuen alone in the lab once more, and Àzuen thought it would be another two days of isolation now that he'd been fed...and he had more food in the jar with him.

But that afternoon, the door to the lab opened, and Àzuen's eyebrows rose in surprise when he saw Galos enter...and then Caryx followed after him, ducking his head to avoid bumping it and his horns on the doorway before standing to his full height again.

"...and just as I was taking it away, he said, 'As if you had ever been to Visegrad'!" Caryx was chuckling heartily as he stepped into the lab. Galos was smiling while the portly, red and orange-scaled, wingless dragon sighed and cast a surveying glance around the room. "You know, I never would have noticed anything different--you really have to hand it to Barlone, he trains his boys well. What'd it cost you to hire out one of his slaves to clean the place up?"

"Just a few favors with his next election, nothing too immoral, I'm sure, though," Galos said dismissively as he led the broad dragon past the work tables and toward the shelf containing Àzuen's jar--the ram kept his eyes low, avoiding looking up at the little, cum-bloated and semen-covered wolf.

"Just make sure he promises not to raise import tariffs, I can take only so many hits to my profit margins," Caryx quipped. He looked over Galos's shoulder and whistled low when his bright eyes alit on Àzuen. "Wow, when you said two inches, I knew that was small, but he's tinier than I thought..."

Galos turned to look back at Caryx, his gaze still avoiding Àzuen. "Oh! Is that--"

"No, not a problem at all--if anything, it makes him better suited for what I'd like," Caryx said reassuringly, cutting Galos off. The dragon then nodded at the jar sitting on the shelf. "Although it looks like someone had fun with him...or do you want to tell me that's a preservative of some kind?"

"What?" Galos, surprised, turned again and finally looked at Àzuen directly to see the small wolf coated in Vidan's and Tabris's sludgy cum that still pooled around him in the jar. "Oh...damn him..."

"I'm guessing Vidan got to him?" Caryx said knowingly. He laughed and clapped Galos on the shoulder while the ram sighed and shook his head.

"I'll need to have a serious talk with him, that boy has a long way to go..." Galos grumbled. He reached for Àzuen's jar as he continued, "In the meantime, I can have him washed off so he's--"

"Oh, don't bother, you've been through more than enough trouble with him, and I'm not especially picky," Caryx said airily.

The chimera in the terrarium next to Àzuen watched Galos's approaching hand, and Àzuen sat up on his knees, sloshing the goopy cum around him, as Galos picked up the jar and offered it to Caryx.

"Besides, I think all of that might actually make him more fun," Caryx continued.

"Are you sure?" Galos asked as Caryx picked up the jar.

"Oh yes," the dragon rumbled--Caryx held the glass jar up to his face, so Àzuen was eye-level with the much larger dragon. Caryx rotated the jar in his hand, getting a good 360-degree look at the little wolf and humming as he completed his appraisal. "Yes...yes, he'll do perfectly."

"So, we have a deal?" Galos asked.

"Need you even ask?" Caryx chuckled. He gently placed the jar on the work table, and Àzuen watched nervously as Caryx produced a small bag of coins and handed it over to Galos. The ram opened the bag to check the dragon's gold, then nodded.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you," Galos said, placing the bag to the side before he turned to the shelf again.

"Likewise, I'm glad we could finally make this happen...just under different circumstances than I'd initially thought," Caryx admitted with a shrug before he looked down at the wolf in the jar and licked his lips.

Àzuen, however, was intently watching Galos; the ram opened one of his shelved equipment boxes, and Àzuen saw him withdraw a pair of long metal tweezers. Galos turned back to face Caryx while he reached for the jar and unscrewed the lid. "I sympathize with you on disappointments--this isn't exactly how I imagined this slave turning out," the ram said conversationally as he poised the tweezers over the opening of the jar.

"Oh, I wouldn't classify this as a disappointment, not in the slightest," Caryx said soothingly. "More of a learning opportunity for you...and a wonderful buying opportunity for me."

Àzuen scrambled to get away from the tweezers as Galos lowered them into the jar, but he was still full and bloated from the cum he'd ingested earlier that day, the sticky, soupy pool of semen he was still in hampered his movements. Galos's tweezers expertly pinched on the scruff of the little wolf's neck, and plucked him out of the jar with a few dollops of cum clinging to his feet and tail. Àzuen struggled, trying to shake himself loose from the tweezers, but Galos's grip held tight.

"As long as he satisfies you," Galos said as he ferried Àzuen through the air and transferred him to Caryx's waiting, outstretched hand.

The tweezers released, and Àzuen dropped a few inches onto the dragon's broad, warm palm with a splat, thanks to the cum coating his fur. The scales on the dragon's hand were softer than Àzuen had imagined, almost like plates of smooth skin, and the muscle and sinew under him felt almost comfortable. Àzuen took a second to gather himself before Caryx's giant middle finger immediately curled over the little wolf's chest, pinning him on his back. Surprised, Àzuen fought to pry the enormous, strong digit off of himself--pushing with his arms and legs before kicking his feet against the large palm under him--but it didn't budge.

"Seems he still has some spirit in him...kind of cute," Caryx mused, using his thumb to first stroke Àzuen's head before his ring finger descended to rub on the wolf's still-wet crotch. Àzuen struggled against the stimulation, but he couldn't deny that it felt...good to have such a giant be so gentle and tender with him while swirling the pad of his finger on top of his groin. "You said that there's still a chastity enchantment?" Caryx asked. "Do you mind removing that?"

"You're sure?"

Caryx shrugged. "Might as well let the little guy have a good time while he still can."

Galos chuckled and snapped his fingers--a warmth spread through Àzuen's pelvis, and he silently groaned as he felt his cock begin to emerge from his sheath while Caryx continued rubbing him. "You're a much kinder master than I."

Caryx laughed. "I'd say much more perverted, but I'll take kind...he must have been pretty big, with the meat I'm feeling on him."

Àzuen mutely moaned at the treatment he was getting in the dragon's palm--the soft petting on his head, the blissful rubbing and pressing on his groin, the warmth that radiated into his back after the cold nights he'd spent in his jar...he was so at ease that he limply let himself be manipulated by Caryx until the dragon dangled him from two fingers, with Àzuen's arms draped over the digits that supported him while his body hung down in the crevice between them. Caryx held the little wolf up to his face again for a closer look while he teasingly and delicately prodded his erect cock with a claw, lightly dragging it over Àzuen's sensitive shaft before he bobbed his balls up and down on his talon for a moment.

"Ah, it's a shame the shrinking can't be reversed," Caryx said wistfully. "The things I could have done with him..."

"You're better off, considering what he tried to do," Galos sniffed while Caryx continued playing with Àzuen in his hand.

"Oh, I don't know about that," the dragon said bracingly. "Get yourself another slave--hell, I'll come to the market with you, we can each get one. See if yours might be different."

"Hmm...maybe," Galos said noncommittally.

Àzuen sighed contentedly while Caryx kept up his treatment for a few more minutes; he rubbed his large fingers softly across his little body; his thumb gently pressed into Àzuen's face to hide the wolf from view before letting him peep out again; Caryx lightly rolled the little wolf across his vast palm before holding him up by his arms, then upside down by his feet before letting his rest on his back again; the giant dragon dexterously rolled Àzuen over his fingers before curling him up within them, then he stroked the wolf's little cock under one of his enormous digits.

Eventually Caryx, with a sigh of his own, held Àzuen upside down by his tail, looking slightly up at the cum-coated, little wolf whose feet were dangling in front of his face.

"Well, this isn't the first use I had in mind for him when I initially saw him with you in the market," Caryx said to Galos, "but it was certainly something I was considering. Bottom's up, I suppose."

Before Àzuen could process what Caryx meant, the dragon lifted him even higher by his tail, until he was above the dragon's head. Caryx leaned back and opened his mouth wide, revealing a vast pair of jaws lined with sharp teeth, and a yawning, open throat at the back of his drooling maw. Warm, stale breath rose over Àzuen, who felt dizzy not only from the dread of the sight under him, but also the pounding rush in his temples as blood was surging to his head. Caryx's black tongue rolled from his mouth in a teasing display...

And then Àzuen was falling freely--Caryx let go of his tail and let the little wolf tumble downwards into the chasm of his mouth. Àzuen cried out noiselessly, unable to give voice to his fear as the dragon's maw rushed up to meet him. As soon as Caryx felt the small body bounce onto his tongue, his jaws snapped shut and he rolled Àzuen back to the entrance of his throat.

In the wet darkness, Àzuen struggled against the giant, velvety tongue that forced him along his way; it was as if he was battling with an enormous serpent, and he was losing badly. He was panicking, coated in saliva, turned upside down and over again, and Caryx's tongue was beating against his ears, throwing off his sense of balance. He couldn't tell which way was up, which way was down, what part of the mouth he was in...except for the ring of muscle that opened under the little wolf as he heard a loud GULP around him. Dazed, disoriented, and too slippery to grab onto anything, Àzuen was easily swallowed feet-first as he disappeared down the dragon's throat without a sound of protest.

"Mmm...it's fun to make little snacks vanish like that," Àzuen heard Caryx's muffled voice rumble through the flesh that surrounded him. Caryx's esophagus undulated around him as the peristaltic motion took over, sending him down the long, rippling tunnel in the inky blackness. Àzuen struggled and squirmed, trying to claw his way back up the throat, but the dragon's muscles were too strong; they insistently dragged him downward, down, down, slickening him up with more saliva and mucus as he went further and further...

"Great flavor, too," Caryx's muffled voice sounded while Àzuen continued slipping and squirming past more esophageal sphincters on his downward journey...

Until he squeezed through one final, tight sphincter and slid down into a pool of stale bile. Àzuen tried to stand, but he slipped on the squishy floor and splashed more bile up, drenching himself in it; the chamber around him gurgled noisily, and the air was almost suffocatingly hot from Caryx's body heat. Even though Àzuen couldn't speak, he still mutely yelled and called out in terror, begging not to be eaten, pleading to be let out, but all he could produce were panicked, jumpy gasps of air. As he heard more loud gulping from above, Àzuen blindly crawled across the fleshy folds under him, trying to feel out the corners of Caryx's stomach, but in the dark it was impossible to tell if he was just crawling around in circles.

Àzuen came to a stop, shaking in terror, just as he heard more gurgling around him...then something was dripping on top of him, liberally coating him in a thick layer of ooze that he couldn't get away from...

No, not ooze...Àzuen's nose picked up the familiar scents through the stale air, and he realized that he had been further drenched in the same cum he'd been marinating in since that morning; Caryx must have chugged the contents of his jar, and now he was sloppily slathered in bodily fluids from three different people.

A rush of air surged past Àzuen, and the stomach around him rumbled--then he heard a growling belch emanate from Caryx.

"Ah, that was good...not often I get a snack like that, although it might not have been as filling as I would've liked." Heavy booms rolled through the dragon's stomach and the cum, bile, and spit sloshed around Àzuen as Caryx patted his belly a few times. Àzuen listened hard, trying to distinguish what Galos's soft, faded voice was saying in response to Caryx, but it was impossible to hear...

"Are you sure? I could go for it, but only if you're..."

Àzuen frowned--what was Caryx talking about? He tried to steady himself as the dragon walked and his stomach rolled back and forth.

"Oh, this is going to be good. Let's see if it has some fun with him in there."

Àzuen listened again...and he heard more gulping. Was Caryx swallowing something else? What was it?

The little wolf found out soon enough--Caryx's throat and stomach gurgled as a large, long mass descended slimily down the dragon's esophagus, and it then squelched through the last sphincter before dropping heavily on top of Àzuen. Spluttering through the semen, spit, and bile in his face, Àzuen scrambled back from the squirming shape, but the rough scales he felt told him exactly what was now in Caryx's stomach with him: the chimera.

And the beast was intent on making good on his dominant, predatory displays--the chimera's heightened senses were perfect for operating in the dark, and in seconds he had pinned Àzuen against the sloping wall of Caryx's stomach. Helpless, Àzuen could only grit his teeth and silently moan while the chimera aggressively rubbed his enormous cock over the wolf's groin, then down under his tail until he connected with his target. Snarling and hissing, the pantherine, scaled chimera shoved his multi-knotted, barbed member into Àzuen's ass and began humping violently while he sank his claws into Àzuen's shoulders, locking him in place. The wolf fought against the assault, trying to wriggle free and off of the chimera's thrusting cock, but the beast held him fast in the dark, wet cavern of Caryx's stomach; as the dragon's belly rocked back and forth, Àzuen could faintly make out over the wet sloshing around him, "Oh yeah, he found him! He's really going at it..."

Àzuen huffed silently whimpered, struggling to believe that he'd landed here. After all the work he had put into making his escape, all the work he'd put into satisfying Galos, all the work he'd put into simply surviving--and now he was just a fucktoy for a chimera, getting repeatedly bred by the creature for who knew how long before Caryx digested him, melting both him and the chimera away into nothing but another few more centimeters on the dragon's waistline.

The dragon's belly gurgled and rumbled again as it slowly started to churn, further sealing Àzuen's fate. But the chimera animalistically kept pounding in and out of Àzuen, distracting the little wolf for a moment from his impending doom...