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Chapter 1: Prelude

The manor had always been there. But it was the first time Mila had ever noticed it.

The calico cat stood on the rain-drenched sidewalk, on a spot she passed through twice a day five times a week for years, and stared up at the building she had somehow never paid any attention to before. She didn't remember it, and yet it must have always been there, because she couldn't remember anything else occupying that space and it was too time-worn to be new.

Now that she was looking at it, the building seemed an incongruous inclusion in the city, a manor house straight from a British period drama surrounded by skyscrapers, lit by flickering lamps instead of bright streetlights or neon signs, facaded with brick and wrought iron instead of concrete or steel. It seemed untouched by the world around it.

A car zoomed past in the night, kicking up puddle-spray that drenched Mila straight through her fur. The calico shivered, her teeth chattering.

Mila had told herself she could make the trip tonight, that the cold and rain wouldn't matter, and the hollow feeling of loss that had been eating away at her for months might be sated for a day or two. But the reality was that the cold and rain did matter, and the manor before her looked so warm and dry.

The calico darted up the steps, nearly losing her footing twice on the slick surface.

The door was massive, but it had no bell or knocker that she could see, and when she tried to rap her knuckles on it, the sound was so muted that she couldn't hear it over the constant downpour. Mila wondered if she could stay under the eaves and wait out the worst of the storm, but a burst of wind sent the rain sideways and made her clutch her coat tighter to herself. In a wild hope, she turned the handle and nearly fell in surprise when the door yielded easily.

"Hello?" Mila called into the half-open entrance. But no one responded. Cautiously she slid into the vacated space and peered around the door.

Warmth and light immediately surrounded her. She was standing before a long hallway that extended to the far end of the block and went up at least two stories. It was exquisitely furnished with tapestries and larger-than-life portraits, brightly lit by crystal chandeliers, and floored with marble and hand-woven rugs. And it was completely deserted.

The door she still stood inside was tucked into an alcove, next to an open coat closet, a pile of towels, and a heat lamp. They were clearly anticipating someone in Mila's state showing up. "I'll just dry off a bit and then I'll be gone," the calico said to the empty hallway.

She reached out for the towels, but found them frustratingly out of reach. If she stepped away from the door, she would give up her last pretense that she was not actually trespassing but only standing in the entrance. Her arm flailed and her claws snatched at the air, a mere inch from the towels. But it was no good.

The calico sighed, promised herself she would make her deepest most humble apology ever to the owners, and stepped away from the door.

It swung shut behind her, the sound of the storm outside disappearing as it latched shut. The calico frantically tried the handle but now it would not budge. "Fuck," she said under her breath, and wondered if she was being pranked: doors shutting just as you stepped through was nothing more than a trope from bad horror movies. Wasn't it?

Mila rested her head against the door. She realized, after a second, that she was dripping dirty rainwater onto a beautiful rug in the entryway and shrugged off her jacket, hanging it in the coat closet. The heat lamp was already on and the towels were laid out clearly expecting to be used, so she reasoned there would be nothing wrong with using them, but that might have just been the cold making her shiver so hard that she had trouble thinking properly.

The calico toweled off as much of her fur wasn't covered by her shirt and jeans and tried to mop those up as well. Between that and the heat lamp, she was almost feeling like herself again. When she finished, she noticed a basket of dirty towels that she swore hadn't been there a moment before, but assumed it was her mind playing tricks on her. (She also had imagined a thumping sound a moment before, as if someone was placing it there.) She told herself that houses did not appear out of nowhere, doors did not lock themselves behind people, and baskets did not reveal themselves just when you needed them.

She reached back and tried the handle on the door just to be sure. Still locked. Still unmoving.

Then, from the silence, a high peal of laughter came from behind her. Mila's ears flicked to it before she whirled around. Yes, there was definitely some noise there, distant and muffled, coming from a cracked door at the far end of the building. The cat started to creep her way along the hallway, feeling like she ought to explain her presence to the owners. As the calico drew nearer, the sound grew from spots of high laughter to encompass the full panoply of a very elegant cocktail party: the clink of glasses, the clatter of silverware, the indistinct conversations, and even the soft notes of a piano being played--Debussy, perhaps, or Chopin. Somehow, the knowledge that there were more people here in this house made her feel at ease: she wasn't intruding on a single person's home.

At least, it made her feel better until she got a better look at the party.

It was without a doubt the kinkiest cocktail party she had ever seen.

There was a clear demarcation between the guests and the servants in the expansive ballroom beyond the door. The guests were canines (without exception), dressed in the finest of clothes (without exception), and male (with a few exceptions). The servants were felines (without exception), dressed only in a collar and corset (without exception), and female (with a few exceptions). As she watched, a caracal passed in front of the door, holding out a serving tray just beneath her naked breasts. A wolf selected an hors d'oeuvre and after snacking on it, took a moment to fondle the caracal's breast. The caracal purred so hard that the tray trembled in her grasp.

In a corner, four canines were seated around a table, smoking cigars and swirling drinks as a leopard and cheetah performed an intricate duo lap dance that had them moving from male to male, until one of the watchers grew so randy that he bent the leopard over the table and fucked her right there, to the cheers of his companions and a look of jealousy from the cheetah.

A Bengal cat lay on her back next to the drinks bar. Guests rested filled cups of coffee on her belly, while they added cream or sugar. Though they were placed on insulated saucers, Mila could see the Bengal writhe from the temperature shift, especially when a coyote placed his glass of ice water between her thighs, practically nestling it against her sex.

The pianist was a gorgeous lioness who was shifting oddly along the bench as she played. It was only when she leaned over to hit a low note that Mila caught a glimpse of the dildo that had been affixed to the bench and was deep inside the lioness. No, the two dildos on the bench...

The calico backed away. She wasn't sure how to introduce herself in such a situation, and wandering uninvited into such a sensual party may be worse than intruding on someone in the bedroom. She shuffled as quietly and quickly as she could back towards the door she came through, determined to get out even if it meant wrenching the handle off.

But halfway there, she heard quick footsteps and a shout from above. A fear that she was in trouble gripped her and she ducked to the side, into a stairwell that led down into the basement. Two sets of footsteps filtered down to Mila's ears: one strong and purposeful, and the other meek and quiet. But they both grew consistently louder and Mila slipped down the stairs backwards, attention fixated on the entrance to the stairwell.

A moment later it was filled with the outline of two figures.

Mila cursed under her breath but was grateful that the basement was so poorly lit and the hallway above so brightly lit that there was no way she could have been seen. She darted into the basement in search of a hiding spot.

It did not surprise her at all, given what she had seen above, that the basement was a dungeon. It was all one massive chamber, stretching the length and breadth of the block, partitioned here with Japanese paper panels, and there with a bead curtain, and then beyond that, an iron jail door. Every few feet, there was something new. What little light there was came from dim floor sconces or from a fire.

Mila had no time to contemplate the various bondage devices and sex toys that littered the dungeon. She heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and needed a hiding place immediately. She dove past a bead curtain and found a shadowy alcove formed by a wooden partition that looked just big enough for her to stand in.

The footsteps drew nearer and Mila squeezed herself into the alcove, brushing against unused benches and chairs that had been stored there.

Mila closed her eyes and balled her hands and told herself it would be okay. The gnawing loneliness inside her, which had quieted during her initial exploration of the house, started to return as she hid. The rattle of the nearby bead curtain made her draw a sharp breath and go as still as she could. But the calico didn't hear an exclamation of discovery. Instead, she heard the sound of lips meeting lips, a chuckle of lustful laughter, a rattle of heavy chains, and then a moan of such need that even the nervous calico found herself squirming to listen in. Then there was a deep silken voice saying, "Don't be nervous."

Mila's eyes cracked open.

Immediately in front of her was a black cat bound spread-eagled by chains in the middle of the room. She wore the collar and corset like all the other felines in the manor, but she also had on a mask of some type: Mila couldn't see the details as the cat was turned away, but she guessed it was a masquerade mask, because it was surrounded by a wreath of feathers that fell over the top of the feline's head in bright iridescent whites. Similar feathers were braided into her tail, her tail which was the only part of her not chained and was caressing up between her own legs to draw fur and feathers along her sex.

"Ah, ah, ah," tutted the voice. "Hold your tail up."

The cat in chains whined but brought her tail up to rest against her back. With some surprise, Mila noticed her own tail had taken up a similar position without her even intending it to. The voice had just been so clear and authoritative. It was so easy to do what it wanted.

The bearer of the voice walked into Mila's line of view, standing in front of the black cat. He was a tall German shepherd so muscular and well-built he looked like he had walked here straight from a position on a football team. He dwarfed the cat, who only came up to his chest. The expertly tailored suit he wore had Mila trying to calculate how many zeros were in its price tag. In one hand he held a riding crop, which he tapped against his open palm. Mila marveled at how good of a view her place afforded, until she realized that a place as kinky as this would no doubt have spots to indulge in voyeurism and she had stumbled right into one.

"Such a needy girl," the dog crooned. "You are so impatient."

Mila knew in her heart of hearts that the dog wasn't talking to her, but she still felt like he was, like he was chastising her the way her teachers had once upon a time. She squirmed in place at the chafing injustice of it, just as the black cat in front of her was.

The dog brought his crop down on his own leg with a quick, loud snap that brought the attention of both cats back to him. He reached out and gripped the black cat's scruff tightly. "You will learn patience," he said.

He pulled the cat forward into a deep kiss. Mila realized that his eyes were tightly shut and she began to stir, wondering if she could make a run for the door, when the dog's eyes slid open, looking straight at her.

The shadows had to be too deep; he couldn't possibly see her. The dog was making no move and while he was looking hard in her direction, Mila was certain he wasn't looking directly at her. Perhaps he knew she was there or perhaps he was deep in thought.

The dog's reverie was stopped by the black cat, who let out a plaintive whine, with a soft "Please" on her lips as she exhaled.

"Patience," the dog whispered back. He took a sauntering step backwards to build some distance between them, and then he one-handedly undid his fly and pulled out his erect cock. "This is what you're craving, I know." He said it as a simple statement of fact, not a question. He knew what she wanted, and he knew he was right.

In her more experimental college days, Mila had bought a canine-modeled dildo online. She'd marveled at the gently tapered tip and the hefty knot at the base. Unfortunately, the toy, much like the dog in front of her now, had been far too large and she had been unable to use it much other than to fantasize while stroking it before throwing it away a month later in embarrassment. Despite its size, Mila still felt an urge to step out from the shadows and stroke him: she wanted to hold that shaft in her hands and run her pads along it, feel its heat and the pulse of the dog's heart through his skin. But she swallowed back the strange new desires and stayed hidden.

The black cat was having an even harder time controlling herself. Her hips swayed needily in the air and she bit her lip to unsuccessfully hold back a moan.

"Just one problem," the dog said with a wide smile. "It's too big for you."

"I can take it."

"You want to take it. Not the same thing. I think you could take it, with time and practice and..." He let the syllable hang on the air as he dangled the riding crop back and forth as if marking the passage of time. "And patience."

The dog extended a hand to caress a sensual path down the black cat's body, starting from her cheek and winding with deliberate slowness around one breast, then the other, then the first again, before continuing down to the cat's thighs. Then, with a sudden shift, he drove a finger deep into her sex and ground his palm hard against her labia, making her go up on tip-toes.

"You," the dog pronounced over the cat's panting, "are so damn tight. You're already clenching me like a vice. And that's just one finger. You'd need to do far better than that to take me."

"I can do it," the cat pleaded while Mila watched her body dance and writhe in its bonds from even the slightest movement in the dog's hand.

A part of Mila silently wished the dog would discover her and that he'd fuck her instead of the black cat. She'd be able to take that cock, no problem. Except, she was probably the same size as the black cat. She'd struggle just as much. But she wanted it more than the black cat, she knew. She craved it.

Where was this urge coming from all of a sudden? She had to get out of here.

From the position she was in, the calico had a surprisingly good view of the other cat's sex from behind. Her legs were spread, her tail was raised high, and she was bending forward to get closer to the German shepherd's shaft, so Mila could watch as the dog swiped a single finger back and forth over the cat's labia, then edged it aside before slipping in to join the first deep inside her sex. The black cat's moans hit a new pitch and she was starting to hyperventilate, panting hard through her nose.

The dog caressed over the cat's neck with his free hand, his crop hanging down along her spine. "That's it. You can do it. I know you can. Just relax. We won't go any further until you are ready. But I will get a third finger in you."

The black cat's breathing slowed as she grew more accustomed to the girth inside of her. Mila watched the dog lower his head to lick lovingly along her breasts while she focused on not squeezing her thighs together too much. It wasn't just that it was sexy--it certainly was--but there was also a tenderness in the way he held her, something that Mila herself hadn't experienced in far too long, ever since...

The ground began to quiver beneath Mila's feet, shaking like a particularly heavy truck was driving past. But it kept growing stronger, until Mila was clutching at the walls to steady herself and she heard things clatter to the floor elsewhere in the basement.

The earthquake abated as quickly as it had arrived. The dog had shielded the cat's body with his own as the building shook, and now that there seemed to be a break, he quickly undid her bonds and suggested they return to the main party. Fucking her could wait.

Mila waited in her hiding place until she was sure the pair were up the stairs and out of the hallway. Then she darted out and ran for the exit, not caring about the dampness she felt between her thighs. Thankfully there was still no one around, and the couple she had seen in the dungeon were long gone.

But the door she had come through would still not open. There was no sign of a lock, nothing other than the handle itself, which didn't budge.

Mila growled in frustration and turned to try and find another exit, walking straight into a fox who was standing there. She gasped at his sudden appearance and took a quick step back.

The fox leaned forward on a cane to inspect her closely. He had a mix of black and red fur with a fetching bit of gray starting in around his muzzle. Unlike the dog in the dungeon, he had no excess muscle and was only a little taller than Mila herself. "Why aren't you dressed?" he asked, with an even stronger piercing sense of authority than the dog had.

The question made so little sense to the fully dressed calico that it bounced right off Mila's mind without making much impression. "I'm sorry," she said. "I think there's been a mistake. I just came in here to get out of the rain. I didn't mean to intrude on your... event, but the door locked behind me and I can't get back out."

The fox expressed his surprise in a subtle tightening of his brow and a turn of his ears. "This door?"

"That's right."

"You're sure it was this door, not the front door?"

"I'm positive. I didn't even know there was a front door."

The fox pushed her aside with the cane, and he tried the handle. It remained unmoving. The tightness of his brow only increased.

"Just let me out. I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"I can't let you out. The house won't let you leave."

The house wouldn't let her leave? No. This was getting too crazy. She grabbed her jacket from the closet and, uncaring that it was still soaking wet, began to pull it over her shoulders. "Take me to the front door then. I'll leave that way. I was just on my way to..." she pulled out the flower that she had been sheltering inside the jacket, protecting from the rain.

The instant her eyes locked onto the delicate petals, the ground shuddered beneath her as another earthquake hit, more sudden and fierce than the last. Mila yelped and pitched forward against the fox, who caught her, but in the process she lost her grip on the flower which dropped to the floor.

What happened next should not have been possible. The flower landed on a groove in the marble floor, and that groove suddenly split and widened as though the rock were molten. It became a trench, a crevasse, and swallowed the flower inside it.

Mila reached out, but the marble had already sealed shut again.

"Forget the flower!" the fox said sharply.

The house stopped shaking. The floor was perfectly normal. Mila looked up quizzically at the fox. "What flower?"

The fox sighed in momentary relief, then gripped her shoulder tightly. "Listen to me. Listen to me closely. You have stumbled into the eternal party. This place is magical. It will force you to obey any command given to you by a canine. Do you understand?"

Mila tried to pull her arm away but the fox held tight. She shook her head.

He growled out of the side of his muzzle. "Tell me a secret you would normally never tell a stranger."

"I lost my virginity at nineteen to a one night stand I've always regretted." Mila's hand flew to her muzzle. "Why did I say that?"

"Because the house forces you to obey," the fox repeated. He leaned in closer and his grip tightened. "This place is dangerous. I can protect you, but you have to say that you are mine."

The calico stared at him. He sounded different. Gone was the sharp piercing authority, but he was just as earnest. "I am yours?"

He shook his head. "You have to say it and mean it. I can't force you on this. It has to be your choice." His ears flicked back as he heard someone approaching down the hall. He tugged her into the side of the alcove, where a pillar obstructed anyone's view of her. "Stay here and moan like you are being groped and loving it."

A groan of desire lifted from Mila's throat as the fox pressed in close, hiding much of her with his body and holding his arms in a way that suggested he was fondling her, but without actually doing so. Mila couldn't stop herself, and she tried. Somehow she knew he was right; she was being forced to obey.

The footsteps approached, slowed, and then turned off to walk in a different direction. Perhaps whoever it had been thought better of interrupting a private tryst.

"You can stop," the fox said, and immediately the moans died in Mila's throat. "Do you understand now? Will you say that you are mine?"

Mila shuddered. She had been completely helpless. And somehow she knew in her heart of hearts that this strange power extended far further than that. He could make her do anything, couldn't he?

Her heart started to hammer away in her chest, but true panic was kept away by one thought: he could already have made her do anything he wanted, and yet he hadn't. He said he wanted to protect her.

"I am yours, sir," she said, not even realizing she had added the honorific until it had slipped out of her. As soon as she said it, it felt so right, so natural. He was her owner, and she belonged to him.

The fox relaxed for only a moment before his ears shot up.

"Alonso!" a voice called out from across the hallway.

"Quick," the fox said. "Strip naked and toss your clothes away. You no longer feel any shame about being naked around me, but you will still be shy in front of others here, to the point you will have trouble speaking to them."

Mila wanted to protest. Shy? She'd never been shy: she'd always been outgoing and eager to meet new people, but now the thought of meeting more strangers here in this weird place filled her with fear. She wished she could just stay with the fox, that surprisingly handsome fox, and never need to worry about anyone else. Still, he had ordered her and she was his. She quickly peeled off her clothes to please him, noting as she did how sticky her panties were and how they clung to her sex.

No sooner had she thrown her clothes into the shadows of the entry than three other canines came around a corner: a jackal, a wolf, and a collie. Mila, feeling so embarrassed, hid herself behind the fox.

"What's this?" boomed an approaching wolf. "Did we get a new cat in? I didn't hear any announcement."

"No announcement," the fox said calmly, keeping one firm hand around the calico hiding behind him and the other on his cane. "I think the house was wanting to have her as a surprise for me. I've already claimed her."

The wolf chuckled and nudged the fox with his elbow. "Alonso, you sly fox you. After all these years, you finally picked a cat just for yourself."

The female jackal from the trio gave the fox a look of such intense skepticism that Mila felt she already knew everything that had happened. "I'm sure Alonso will introduce her to us all once he's broken her in," she said in a formal British accent. "Go on and rejoin the party, Miles. I'll be with you in a bit."

The wolf snuck a kiss to the jackal's muzzle and then marched down the hall, laughing with the collie.

The jackal snapped her head around as soon as the wolf was out of sight, going from smiling to serious in an instant. "You, cat, did you come in through the side door? Did you cause the housequake?"

"I-I-I..." Mila shivered. She just couldn't bring herself to speak in front of the jackal, even if the canine had asked her a question.

"She came through the door," Alonso confirmed. "You'll have to excuse her, Aisha. I made her shy."

"Good thinking," the jackal said, with a note of surprise in her voice as if this was unexpected behavior from the fox. "But we should get her out of the public eye quickly. Your room?"

The fox nodded.

"Follow us," the jackal commanded, speaking directly to Mila. "Keep your head down and do not obey or acknowledge any other canines besides us until you are in Alonso's room."

"You're coming with?" the fox asked.

The jackal rolled her eyes. "She needs things explained to her and you are bad at explaining things." She took a step towards the stairs, glancing over her shoulder to say, "Come along."

The fox and jackal walked out in front, with the calico staying one step behind her new owner. They made their way up to the second floor via the stairs. Here the marble and crystal decor of the first floor gave way to plush carpeting and lacquered wood, with doors set into the walls at regular intervals. It reminded Mila of a hotel, a five-star luxury hotel like she saw in movies, but it did not seem bound to the size of the city block it was nestled on, because they walked for what felt like minutes. They would occasionally cross paths with other canines or felines, but any questions about "the new cat" were deftly turned aside by the fox or jackal as Mila hid behind her owner. Occasionally they would encounter a couple sneaking a kiss or something more in a shadowy part of the hallway, and they simply opted to give them a wide berth.

Whenever they were out of earshot of anyone else, the jackal spoke in hushed tones. "The enchantments that created this place have two governing rules etched, quite literally, into the foundation," she said. "The first is simple: canines command and felines obey. If a canine commands you, you must obey. If a canine asks you a question, you must answer. If a canine tells you something is true, it is true for you. In addition to being unable to keep secrets, this means any aspect of your personality or your memory can be adjusted, deleted, replaced, or overwritten, at least temporarily."

Mila shivered and thought of how Alonso had forced her to be shy but also comfortable being naked. She tried to push past the enforced shyness and ask the jackal a question, but couldn't manage it, so she directed the question to Alonso instead. "What's the second rule, sir?"

"The second governing rule," the jackal went on, "is that only those who want to attend the eternal party can enter here. This place affords an incredible amount of power over any feline who enters, so the only felines who can enter are those who are so naturally submissive they enjoy that power being used on them. Similarly, the only canines who can enter are those who are domineering enough to make use of that power. Except I can tell you are no such natural submissive and the thought of this place frightens you."

Mila looked up to see the jackal's penetrating gaze fixed on her and she dropped it immediately, shivering.

"That's why Alonso laid claim to you: his ownership weakens the ability of any other canine to change you. If I tried to drastically change your personality, the order would not be obeyed, because Alonso would not want that change made. That doesn't mean you can ignore orders completely, but you have a lot more power to resist them. Do you understand?"

Mila nodded. They had made a turn somewhere in the twisting hallways of the second floor and she had completely lost track of where they were. There was a small trickle of relief in her at the jackal's words. The trio came to a halt in front of a door with a nameplate on it that read out Alonso in swirling embossed script.

"As to why side-door guests like yourself can get in to the party, I could not say, but I would wager it has something to do with the quakes that just happened. What were you doing when--"

"No." The fox's hand came out and pulled Mila behind him. "That's enough for now."

The jackal rounded on the fox sharply. Mila guessed she was unused to being told no.

"She's gone through enough for one night, Aisha. She can't leave the house. You can interrogate her more on the subject later."

"Very well," the jackal said. She glanced at the room door. "I'll leave you to it and head back to the library."

"At this hour?"

"We just had the first side-door visitor in over a decade, Alonso. I need to research." She bobbed her head to the fox once as a goodbye, and gave a similar, but smaller, motion to Mila, before leaving down a separate path.

Alonso waited for the jackal to vanish from view, then placed a hand on the door. "Welcome to my home," he said before taking Mila in.

Immediately Mila was reminded that they were still deep in the inner city. Wide windows let in the harsh night time lights of the street that contrasted with the warm tones she had experienced in the house. The room itself confirmed her earlier impression of a luxury hotel. They were standing in the most sumptuous suite Mila had ever set foot in. On one side of the room was a bed, a massive four-poster with velvet curtains. It was beyond king size. Four people could have slept comfortably on it, or enjoyed an orgy on it, with room to spare. On the other side of the room was a living area, with a couch, armchair, and coffee table arranged before a fireplace with a television above. A bookcase stood quietly in a corner with a few small painted portraits as decoration among the books.

The space in between bed and living area contained a concise collection of bondage implements and toys laid about. Alonso immediately made his way to them, tucking away the toys into a trunk and folding the furniture into more discreet forms. Mila marveled as a St. Andrew's cross became an end table and a bondage horse became an ottoman. The only item that could not be repurposed was a cage, which he shoved under the bed before getting shakily to his feet, his ears low. "Sorry," Alonso said, gesturing to the now almost respectable room.

Mila glanced at where the cage had been hidden. "I'm not going to have to sleep in that, am I?"

"No. Only if you want to," the fox said and shrugged off his jacket.

Mila took a step towards the windows.

"They don't open," Alonso said, as if reading her thoughts.

She sighed and as the fox continued to get comfortable and loosen his tie, she explored a few more spots in the room. The only other things it contained--as if what she had already seen weren't enough--was a full walk-in closet (with, she noted, chains dangling from the ceiling) and a bathroom with very, very large shower (and also some chains dangling from the ceiling).

She stepped out, feeling dazed, and collapsed on one of the couches. There was a soft tapping of the cane on the floor as Alonso moved to sit in the arm chair next to her. "Is there anything you need? I could get you something to eat."

"I need to be fucked, sir," Mila blurted out, and was surprised by it. But it was true. Even over wanting to get out of this weird place, she really, desperately, carnally needed a good fuck. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly. "When I was down in the dungeon, I was hiding from a couple down there. I don't think they knew I was there, but the dog's words... may have had some effect on me."

"That's quite possible." Alonso reached out and snapped his fingers to command her complete attention. "You are free from any arousal caused by a canine's suggestion. Is that better?"

Mila shifted on the couch, considering for a moment. "No, I'm still really horny. Wait a second, I am still horny. I'm not under the influence of you or the magic or anything and I'm still horny." Mila's eyes were wide and for a moment, she forgot about the other person in a room as her hand slipped between her legs and ran her pawpads softly against her folds. A tremor ran along her arm and she slid a finger between her labia and against the entrance to her sex. She wanted to keep going. She really, really wanted to keep going.

So she laughed.

She laughed and laughed, hard almost breathless laughter, and she even had to wipe away a tear at one point. She only stopped when she felt the fox's hand on her shoulder and remembered where she was and who she was with. Her knees snapped together to hide herself and her ears went flat across her head. "Sorry, sir," she said quietly. "It's just that I haven't been honestly horny in a long time. It must have been since..."

There was a warning rumble of the house beneath her feet.

"It's been months at least," she said, quickly diverting the topic away. "It's just a relief to know that everything still works, and that I can still want to be bent over and pounded hard. Damn it." She fidgeted in place, trying to give her body something to do so her mouth didn't continue having a mind of its own. "I can't believe I'm talking about this in front of a total stranger, while I'm lying naked on his couch. Sorry, sir. Even though I know I belong to you, I don't know anything about you."

"It's the house. It makes you want to be honest and open with me," Alonso said with a bitter note in his voice. He forced himself to smile and held out his hand to shake. "Alonso Hodgson. My father was a high school English teacher and insisted on naming me and all my siblings after famous literary characters."

Mila shook the hand. "Alonso is a literary name?"

"Alonso Quijano, better known as Don Quixote de La Mancha."

"Haven't read it, sir," Mila said, looking away in embarrassment.

"Nor have I, even though my father tried everything short of threatening me to get me to." He smiled and went on. "I grew up in a large family, middle child so mostly ignored. I considered military service, because I wanted to fly a plane, but instead ended up as a commercial pilot for many years, mostly working domestic routes. And then I found my way here." He crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward. "I don't know anything about you either, not even your name."

"I'm Mila, sir." She didn't mention her last name. She had a suspicion that if she thought too hard about it, the house would begin to shake again, and as if to confirm her thoughts, there was a little shiver in the floorboards under her feet. "Besides that, not much to tell. I grew up in the city. Supported myself going to college through odd jobs, but I'm doing all right now--or at least I was before I got trapped here--because I work in finance." She shivered on the couch, still aware of her nudity and arousal. She curled a tail between her legs to press against her sex.

Alonso noticed. "If you would prefer, I could remove your arousal."

"No!" Mila surprised herself with the strength of her denial. "I'm liking it. It's just... you know... this place and you and all of this. I don't know how it works. I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't know how to feel about how this place works. An hour ago I could not have imagined a place like this even existing. Everything is so strange."

"It's a lot to take in, but perhaps this will help." The fox reached out and rested a hand on the calico's forehead. "Your stress and anxiety is fading away."

It was as though there was a knot in her stomach and Alonso's words tugged it until it straightened out. She relaxed. "Thank you, sir." She found herself squirming a little more on the couch. Without the stress in the way, the need was only hitting her harder. She fiddled with her hands over her belly, resisting the urge to finger herself. Even if she was naked next to a (near) stranger, she wanted to preserve a little dignity.

The fox tapped a finger on his cane. "So why haven't you asked me yet?"

"Asked you, sir?"

"To fuck you."

"Oh, um..." New anxieties appeared. She sat up straight, feeling like she'd made a terrible faux pas. He was her owner after all. "It's not that you aren't attractive, sir. And it's not that the idea doesn't have some appeal..."

"But you're still overwhelmed."

Mila nodded.

"Perhaps in that case, I will ask you some questions to gauge your comfort. Would that be all right?"

Mila squeezed her thighs together and tried to put some more insidiously needy thoughts out of her mind. "Okay." Then she tried to push back against the submissiveness she was feeling. "But I can ask you the same questions in return."

"That's fair." The fox sat back and laid his cane across his knees. "The house let you in and you didn't run screaming out after seeing the dungeon down below, so I'm guessing you are at least aware of kink. And you already told me you are not a virgin--sorry for prying into your privacy on that one. Would you consider yourself interested in sex generally?"

Mila laughed. "Yes, sir. You?"

"Of course. Are you straight?"

"Mostly, sir. I'm not attracted to all women, but for the right one... Someone like Jeta Horowitz maybe," she said, mentioning the bombshell action actress.

The fox nodded knowingly. "There are very few people alive who could resist Jeta Horowitz. Would you--"

"Wait, I get to ask you questions too, remember? Are you straight?"

"Yes. Now, would say you are experienced sexually?"

"In what sense?"

"Let's say number of partners."

"About ten. What about you?"

"Prior to arriving here, only three. Since then, dozens, possibly hundreds by this point. But with your partners, did you have sex often?"

"Yes," she said with a nod.

Mila intended to add a question of her own, but Alonso started to shoot off questions in rapid succession. "Have you ever given head?"

"A few times."

"Ever received?"

"A few times," she repeated.

"Anal?"

"No, sir."

"Bondage?"

"No, sir." She was compelled to answer, but she held up her hands to ward off more questions. "There were a lot of things I'd wondered about trying, but I just never found the time. I don't have that kind of experience."

"Would you be interested in trying some of those things, now that you are here?"

"There are a lot of things I'd be willing to try right now if it meant getting a dick in me." She tried to secret a hand in between her thighs to rub gently against her sex. "Am I going to keep blurting out how horny I am?"

"Quite likely. You are now stuck in a magic house designed to perpetuate a never-ending kink party. Ignoring your current arousal, would you be interested in experimenting?"

"With the right person, slowly, carefully, yes."

Alonso stroked his chin. His tail wiggled so the tip brushed against the coffee table. "And what do you think of me?"

"I am so, so grateful for what feels like a voice of sanity on a crazy night, sir."

"Thank you, but I meant what do you think of me physically."

"I think you're probably not as well hung as the German shepherd from the dungeon."

He chuckled and shook his head. "It's good that you are already realizing that you can tweak the intention of the orders you are given and the questions you are asked. But I am not letting this go until I get a direct answer. I am your owner. You belong to me. We are almost certainly going to have sex, unless you are emphatically against the idea. What do you think of me as a potential partner, knowing in addition that this place gives me the power to rewrite your thoughts?"

It was like a barrier had been broken in her mind. He had asked her a direct question and she had to answer. It all came spilling out of her at once in a jumble. "You're handsome in a rugged sort of way, and I'm hoping that streak of silver extends farther south than just your muzzle. I would never have thought of you in a sexual way if we'd bumped into each other on the street, but then I haven't been thinking of anyone in a sexual way in so long. Now that I am, I'm hoping you'll push me onto my back and fuck me senseless and hold me close and tell me I'm beautiful while you explore every inch of my body with your hands even my sex and then whisper all the kinky things you're going to do to me because I feel like I can trust you and I feel like I can trust you because you had the chance to make me do whatever you want and you haven't so maybe that means you won't and fuck I think that dog from the dungeon made me impatient on top of everything else so now I want to try everything I never had a chance to before even though I'm a little scared you'll still turn me into some sort of mindless sex toy and is that enough, sir?" Mila took a deep breath and swallowed. She'd done that last bit in one go.

"Yes, that's enough. And before we go any farther, let me assure you I have no interest in turning you into some mindless sex toy or rewriting your personality on that level."

"Thank you, sir," Mila said with some relief. "So if you don't want a mindless sex toy, what are you hoping for in a partner?"

"I'd be satisfied with keeping you happy while you are here."

"Now who is avoiding the question?" The calico couldn't help but grin, her tailtip twitching.

Alonso chuckled and thumbed the head of his cane. "Fair point. Truth be told, I'm not used to explaining what I want. With the felines here, I just give commands. The other canines don't care what I want or do." He considered. "Perhaps it would just be easier to show you."

There was a predatory look in the fox's golden eyes. Mila shivered and her sex clenched in raw need. "O-okay, sir. Just go easy on me." Except she didn't really want him to go easy on her. She wanted to get Fucked with a capital F.

The fox reached out and caressed along her jaw. The soft intimate touch was delightful and she pressed into it. For a moment, nothing else happened, and Mila simply relished the moment of calm. "You're still feeling so shy, Mila," the fox said in a low voice. "You're unused to being naked in front of others. But as much as you are embarrassed, you love the feeling of me looking over your naked body. It makes you feel so good. You want to be on display for me."

As the words took hold, Mila's tail curled over her hips, hiding her sex, and an arm lifted up to hide her breasts. Her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn't believe herself. Sure, she was in a magic house, but that was no excuse for her being so casual with being naked in front of someone she had just met today. She shuddered and cracked open an eye.

Alonso still had his hand on the calico's jaw, stroking her, but his gaze was down, on her tail-covered sex.

Mila gasped quietly. She squeezed her thighs together and writhed on the spot. Her sex felt so hot and she could feel her juices dripping out onto her now sodden tail. Maybe it was okay to let him look.

Slowly, she moved her tail aside. The base of her tail was pressed hard to her sex and the rest curled around her leg. She consciously relaxed the tension in her tail and let it start to uncoil starting from the tip. Seconds audibly ticked away as she delayed revealing herself until the last possible moment. And when her tail, sticky and wet, peeled away to reveal herself at last, the fox nodded and said, "Good kitten."

Then he continued. "You love being called that. It feels like a tingle of raw bliss being poured into your body and it is so hard not to just purr in response. Good kitten."

Mila wriggled on the couch and hard as she tried, she could not keep the purr down.

"Good kitten," he repeated.

Mila's eyes fluttered shut and she sighed in contentment.

"Now, are you going to show me your breasts too?"

Mila bit her lip. "Do I have to?" They were simple words, but they had to fight to be heard around the purr that seemed to be constant within her now. She could feel the fox's gaze locked on her chest.

"Don't you want to?" he asked.

She bit her lip harder, steeled herself, and then tore her arm away in a sudden motion to reveal them.

"Good kitten," he said.

Mila's hips swayed against the couch, grinding the bottom edge of her sex against the soft fabric of the couch. He didn't even need to say the words to make her feel good, the feeling of him so focused on her breasts like they were the most precious things in the world was enough reward on its own.

"Good kitten," he said again.

His hand dropped from her jaw down to the curve of her neck and then from there to her waiting, expectant breasts. But he didn't grope or squeeze them, as she expected, but drew his claws along them from base out towards the nipple, to get her to push her chest forward, and then he pressed gently on the underside so she lifted them up. Then he did the same on the other breast, until her chest was at the perfect angle for him to ogle.

"Good kitten."

The purr was so loud now, Mila almost couldn't hear the fox's words. She just felt like she was drifting on a rolling tide of happiness.

"Show me just how aroused you are."

Mila scooted her hips forward until they were almost on the edge of the couch. She leaned back and spread her sex wide in a V. She dipped a finger just barely into herself and pulled it back, showing off the sticky drops of liquid that pulled away. His ears perked towards her and the attention he paid to her sex made her more needy than ever before. Her tailtip twitched in agitation.

"You're ready to be fucked, aren't you?"

Mila nodded eagerly.

"Let's test your creativity, shall we?" the fox said half to himself. He rested a hand on Mila's hip. "Something we discussed before won't leave your thoughts: you never had the chance to try out all these other ways to have sex, so no matter how desperate you are right now, you know that vanilla sex tonight won't cut it. No, right now you want to try anal. You have to try it. You need me to teach you how it feels. But you also have a feeling it wasn't what I was planning for tonight, so you'll need to seduce me into it."

The calico's body undulated as though she were riding someone with sensual slowness while she ran her tongue along her lips, but at the same time her claws pushed out, her hackles went up and her tail began to lash behind her.

"Wait."

Mila froze in place, claws digging in to the couch. Even her mind seemed to freeze up, unable to process anything as she waited for her owner.

"What part of that command is making you resist?"

"The seduction part," Mila answered simply, without any tone or emphasis. "I do not want to seduce you or anyone else. Never again. And please don't ask why, sir."

"I won't," he assured her. "Instead of seducing me, would you be comfortable...convincing me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then I amend my previous orders. Do not seduce me. Convince me to fuck you anally."

The new command clicked into place far better. The tension dissipated, the claws retracted, the tail went still, and the hackles lowered. The calico had no time to process how easily the fox had manipulated her because she was already sidling closer to the fox and inspecting him more intimately than she had at any point before. She noticed that there was now a sizable bulge tenting the front of his pressed pants. "Are you sure you actually need me to convince you of anything?" she said offhand, and then she reached out to rest a hand on his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his breathing in tight compact loops. "May I?"

He rested a hand on her hip. She silently thrilled as his gaze once more slipped down over her form. "Go on, kitten."

She undid the top button and slowly spread the shirt open just enough for her to lean in and nuzzle at the top of his collar bone. Her muzzle stayed nestled into his fur as she undid two more buttons to give herself more access. Mila leaned back and gave a small cheer of triumph: the silver along his muzzle did filter down to the black and red fur on his chest. He was turning out to be as handsome as she had hoped.

Despite the need churning within her, she continued working one step at a time, undoing every button and easing the shirt off so that it would not irritate the fox's fur. Once it was off, though, she tossed it aside without a second though and wrapped her arms tight around the fox. For a moment she just breathed and felt the warmth and presence of the fox so close to her, his coarse fur against her own silken fur. Underneath his kindly exterior, she could feel a deep tension. He felt like a spring coiled up and ready to release.

As she began to tug his belt open, she mused, "You said you had a lot of experience with sex, sir."

He laughed a little. "I have spent many years at an ongoing kink-party-slash-orgy."

She tugged his belt out and let it drop to the floor before falling to her knees to get his socks and shoes off. "And what sort of experience do you like in your partners? Do you want them to be as experienced as you?" She let the question hang in the air as she got back to her feet, deliberately pressing forward to angle her breasts up to his view, thrilling at the way he was distracted by them. "Or do you prefer your kittens to be more... virginal?"

"Sometimes one, sometimes the other."

Mila took her place in his lap and started to undo his zipper and button, purposefully fumbling her actions so that she had more excuses to brush her fingers along the now throbbing erection trapped by his clothes. She heard him take a shuddering breath when she finally pulled his shaft free and she pulled away enough to look at her owner's cock for the first time. No, it wasn't as big as the German shepherd from the dungeon, but it was good for his size, and given how similar in shape the fox and calico were, she thought it would be a pleasantly sized shaft for her, although the knot would be too much for her still. She caressed it idly in one hand while tugging his pants off to leave him as naked as she was.

"Well, if experience is what you're looking for, you could slide this right into my sex." It was strange how horny as she was and yet the idea of him doing that had almost no appeal.

His hands held her waist steady as he ground his shaft into her touch. "I sense an 'or' attached to that."

"Or if you wanted to try something brand new. You could be the very first one to take me from behind. Think about it, sir. You could truly claim me as your kitten by doing something no one else has ever done."

He gripped her shoulders with surprising strength and spun her around in his lap so he could wrap his arms around her chest in an X formation. His shaft pressed hot and hard into the fur of her backside, pinned by their closeness. She felt that tension in his body again, coiling tighter than ever before. He felt ready to burst and hadn't even entered her yet.

Mila's tail was trapped between them, but she tried to caress it back and forth as best she could. "You don't need to hold back, sir. I'm yours."

He snorted and his voice came out low and raspy. "I have to remember who you are."

She returned his almost-growl with an almost-purr. She swayed her hips back and forth to brush against his cock. "I am your kitten and I'm desperate for you to fuck me." She took hold of one of his hands and guided it down her body until it slid over her sex. "Can't you feel how needy I am, sir? That's me, wanting you."

He trembled and then shoved her to her feet in a sudden motion. "Get on the bed," he rasped out. "Head down, ass up."

"Yes, sir," she said with a quick mock salute. She sauntered over to the bed, glancing over her shoulder to see if he was watching, but he was distracted by opening a hidden compartment in the coffee table, pulling out a bottle of lube and greasing his shaft thoroughly. By the time he looked up, she was already on the bed, wriggling her butt.

He stepped around the couch, pausing for a moment to lean his cane against the wall with reverence, and crawled up on the bed. Mila distantly realized that he had no limp or anything. He must have just liked the cane and the air of dignified age that it gave him. But then she was distracted by the weight of the male pressing down atop her, his hot length pressing against her back. His hand gripped her scruff tightly, which made her stop all wriggling and hold perfectly still.

She felt him guide his tip into position and tensed as she felt it press against her hole. It was one thing to want this, quite another to actually do it, and she had no idea how it would feel.

Thankfully, Alonso went slow. The fox kept his grip tight on her to stop her from moving as he leaned forward and used his weight to ease into her. The tapered tip spread her open and made her whimper softly.

"Relax as best you can," he whispered in her ears.

She obeyed. Of course she obeyed her owner. As she did, the painful tightness gave way to a feeling of fullness, familiar but missing a key component that would make it truly satisfying. Being so near to contentment but not achieving it only made her more needy. Even the tight grip to her scruff was no longer able to keep her from squirming and she shivered on Alonso's shaft.

His knot pressed gently against her entrance and his grip on her neck finally relaxed. She groaned and reached down to rub over her sex, which was feeling even emptier than it had a moment before.

"Hands off," Alonso said in her ears, and Mila obediently but reluctantly placed her hands back by her head. "You are my kitten. Tonight you will only touch yourself when I give you permission."

"Yes, sir," she said with a groan. He was just holding himself in her, driving her mad with need. His shaft would occasionally throb and shift that feeling of fullness and remind her once again of how empty her sex was. "Please, sir."

Alonso nuzzled against her shoulder and playfully ran his teeth against her skin. He stroked along her back, running backwards over her fur up from her tail and making her shiver from the sensation. His fingers worked in lazy circles and whorls over her body, tracing the outlines of the splotches of orange and black on her pelt. His hand went around the curve of her shoulder to her underside to grope and tease at a breast before making his way down to her sex.

The feeling of his claws brushing over her labia was electric and Mila nearly bit her tongue from stifling the moans. One finger found its way to her clit and began circling around it. The pleasure built and built inside, hastened by every circuit around her spot of pleasure until she couldn't hold back any more and came hard.

She felt the fluids dripping out of her sex down her inner thigh and trembled. It had been way, way too long since she had had a climax like that.

Alonso languidly ran his hand over her belly, cleaning off his fingers on her fur. "It sounded like you quite enjoyed that."

Mila nodded dazedly, still lost in the afterglow. "Yes, sir."

"Good kitten," he said to a shiver of delight from the calico. "Now it's my turn for pleasure."

She felt a pushing sensation as the shaft slipped out and then it eased back inside. It wasn't as directly pleasurable to her as having a cock in her sex, but it was nice all the same. But what mattered more to her in that moment was that her owner was using her for his pleasure. He was enjoying himself and it wasn't like she even had to do anything. She purred and tried to push the purr deeper inside her so he could feel it against his cock.

Alonso's thrusting sped up until there was an audible slap each time he hilted. She kept feeling his knot press against her with every thrust, but he didn't seem to have any interest in tying with her. Instead he gripped her tightly and sped up until Mila was having trouble staying in place, because he was bouncing her so vigorously. His claws raked through her fur and dig against her skin. His breath came with a hitch. There was little warning that he was close until he slammed forward so hard he pushed her flat to the bed and his shaft was twitching as it spurted inside her. His load was big, or maybe that was just her being unused to anything like that under her tail. She could feel it filling her with sticky warmth and she purred again. "Now I'm truly yours, sir, claimed by you."

He chuckled, a little out of breath, and rolled to the side pulling her down with him. He rested his muzzle in the crook of her shoulder. "So what do you think of your first experiment with anal, kitten?"

She purred. "It was lovely, sir. Although I wonder if I would have enjoyed it so much if you hadn't made me like it."

He kissed her cheek. "I didn't."

"Sir?"

"I didn't make you like it. I only made you want it. Your enjoyment was all your own."

"Oh," the calico said, and then repeated, "Oh."

He ran a hand over her naked belly. "Does that change your opinion?"

She paused and considered. She knew she had to answer him. A canine had asked her a question after all. But she felt like she had time to come up with an appropriate response. "I think it was a fun change of pace, but not my preferred way to have sex. But listen to me. I haven't had sex in years and I'm talking about a change of pace. And I feel like I could have sex again right now."

"You could," Alonso said. "Part of the magic of this place. It protects you from illness and injury and you can go nonstop without sleep, food, drink, or even using the bathroom, if you wanted."

It was tempting. "Speaking of bathrooms, maybe we should clean up, sir? I'm very sticky."

Alonso caressed in between Mila's thighs, as if testing her fur for how sticky it truly was. "Yes, I suppose you are. Let's shower together."

They did not get up immediately though. First the fox withdrew from her, easing himself out in a way that left another moan tickling the back of Mila's throat. If she hadn't already suggested getting a shower, she might have suggested a second round first.

Alonso took her hand and guided her into the shower, which came on at the perfect temperature for them. Alonso worked the water in under her fur, starting at her head and working his way down until he was slowly soaping away their combined fluids from her fur. As he took care of her, Mila was distracted by the sight of the chains dangling from above, wondering what it would be like to be bound and mated in the shower. When Alonso finished, she took care of him, spending longer than was absolutely needed cleaning over his shaft and sheath and balls. He didn't seem to mind.

But they went no further than that. Tiredness had started to creep over Mila's mind and Alonso seemed to recognize that. He toweled out her fur, then his own and guided her back to the bed, where she collapsed, staring at the ceiling. "I suppose I should figure out how to get out of here."

"It won't be easy," Alonso said, resting beside her with a hand on her thigh.

"But that jackal said someone else came through the side door a few years ago. How did they escape?"

Alonso looked at her sadly and said nothing for a moment. "They never did," he said softly. "I'm still here."