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The Kennel

Chapter 3

The Power of Discipline

It was the power of discipline. That's what it all came down to. How many other students at Archon University were buried to the hilt in the ass of a hot college freshman at four in the afternoon on a Thursday? Speaking of that, Okada ran his hands over the smooth globes of the ass laid out on the bed before him. The young Panda moaned as he worked a pair of fingers into the boy's tight tailhole. Every few strokes, he would add another glob of spit into the opening, working it in deep and pulling the hole wider.

Once he could slip both fingers in reasonably well, he worked a third in. When that met too much resistance, he swapped up and worked both thumbs inside, pulling wide against both sides. The Panda beneath him let out a moan that was a mix of frustrated longing, abject lust, and pain. Okada loved these sluts, who couldn't wait to have their ass pounded by someone as well endowed as himself.

Grunting in frustration about not getting the bear's sphincter to relax further, and not really caring that much anyway, he knelt over the Panda and laid the head of his hard shaft against the puckering bud. The swollen head of Okada's horseflesh completely covered the boy's anus. He grabbed a bottle of lube, poured some over his shaft, and rubbed it up and down his 14 inch length a few times before using his fingers to press the head against the defenseless and barely prepared opening.

He pulled the freshman's hips up, bringing him to his knees. Loving the feel of his cock head pressing through the impossibly tight entrance, he forced his length into the tailhole beneath him. The boy began a high keening, a painful sound that Okada decided to mean he was satisfied at finally being penetrated. His body tensed, breath catching. He began to pant with pain, but lifted his rear invitingly to the equine cock disappearing into his bowels. Breathless from the pain of being entered by something the size of his forearm, the Panda nevertheless let out a single moaning word.

"More!"

Okada lustily obliged. Embedded just over halfway, the horse pulled out until just his enormous cock head was still inside. He paused for just a second, giving the moment a delicious sense of drama, before putting the weight of his entire upper body behind the thrust straight down into the boy's backside. Both Furres arched their backs, the Panda in shock and pain, the Arabian in unadulterated pleasure. Okada began to draw his length back out, only to plunge it back in. After only a few thrusts, he was able to work the entire length inside, bottoming out each time he dropped his hips.

The Panda gave off contradictory body language. On the one hand, he was squirming and whining in pain, he was also rocking his hips up to meet the equine's deep thrusts. Okada was quickly able to quicken his pace, as his cock slid easier each time his pounded into that fabulous ass. Tears sliding into his face fur, the boy began to pick up a quiet, breathless mantra, which Okada was only too happy to oblige.

"Fuck me..." pant "Harder..." pant "Fuck me..." pant "Harder..."

All too soon, the Arabian felt himself approaching the edge. He leaned forward, moaning in the bear's ear as he used just his hips to continue pumping into his backside.

"Are you ready?" he whispered into his neck. The boy merely cried, dropping his head. "Are you ready for me to fill your slutty ass?"

He began nodding his head slightly beneath the massive horse mounting him.

"Do you want to feel me fill your insides?"

For a moment, it looked as if the Panda might try to pull away, but then he rocked his hips up toward the titanic shaft piercing him. He nodded his head again, moaning something that could have been a 'yes'.

Giving a few hard, fast thrusts, Okada finally hit his peak. Buried deep enough that his balls rested against the boy's thighs, the equine began to jet his load well into the bowels of the needy Panda. The Arabian jerked his hips hard with each spurt, causing the boy to wince each time. Once he was finally spent, he began to slowly withdraw his cock. Each inch of horseflesh was accompanied by a few ounces of backwash. Once fully removed, Okada knelt straddling the shuddering, whining, crying Panda as he picked up a discarded towel and began to clean the copious amounts of cum and blood from his organ. The blood didn't really bother him. None of these boys had died yet, and they never complained while he fucked them.

Man, he loved these sluts.

Later that evening, Okada walked through the noisy, drunken crowd with a smooth sense of calm. He swished his tail proudly, its tuft nice and fluffy and lightly perfumed. His thick mane, brushed and tied into two thick braids, ran down from his head nearly to his perfectly shaped ass. As his manicured hooves glided across the crude wooden dance floor, Okada made sure to sway his hips in time to the music, "accidentally" bumping into as many of the guys as he could. Anything to draw attention.

As he had hoped, the Tail Wag! was packed. The Tail Wag! was , in Okada's opinion, Archon University's best local bar. It was not the most popular, and certainly not the biggest, but it catered to the right crowd. It was the loudest, most popular bar to cater to gays anywhere near the campus. It seemed like every year, some other bar tried to do something to draw the guys and compete with the Tail Wag!, but they always seemed to fail. He supposed that something could be said for loyalty. It also provided, in Okada's opinion, the best feature of all. It was one of the few local clubs to offer a stage for live music.

Nothing got Okada going more than some skimpily clad, skinny Goth or Emo slut swaying his way behind a microphone. Bassists weren't too bad, either, come to think of it. Okada had a few local bands that he liked to follow. He would find out who their members were, check out their lead singer, maybe even find out where they practiced. His new conquest was a cute Goth rock band of Otters who called themselves "The Mischiefs". Their lead singer was this hot little 19 year old named Sandi with long, pale brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. They were due to be on stage in just a little while, and Okada felt it was time to make his presence known.

Kami walked hesitantly into the dimly lit bar, completely unsure what to expect. A few of the other strays from the Kennels had talked him into meeting them here, and he hadn't quite gotten up the courage to tell them he wasn't interested. A smelly, crowded, noisy bar just didn't compare to his bedroom. He would have ridden up with the others, but there had been a forum discussion online about a new questionable bondage technique. Kami was one of the moderators on the board, so he had wanted to be in on it. Now he was really wishing he had just stayed for the after-talks.

He paid his cover, and began searching the place. After five minutes of looking around, he still hadn't found his housemates. He freaked a bit as the overhead music cut off abruptly, the silence ringing in his over-stimulated ears. Everyone around him turned to look at one side of the crowded room. On a raised platform, a group of three Otters were walking out to pick up instruments already set out.

All three were dressed simply, with the guitarist in black leather pants and the other two in black jeans. All wore black t-shirts with different band logos. The bassist had on a black long-sleeved dress shirt, with the front opened. Tall and slender, his long, died-black hair fell like a solid mass across his face. The guitarist also had long, black hair, but it was a more natural color and he wore it tucked back behind his ears. He tried to keep a scowl on his face, but kept breaking out into shy grins. The lead singer was the most captivating. His t-shirt was at least a size too large, so that it made his lean frame seem even more slender than it was. He alone had left his hair its natural color, so that it fell in warm, chocolaty waves across his shoulders.

After a minute or so used to check the connections on their equipment, the lead singer turned on a drum synthesizer. Within a few beats, the bassist picked up the beat, adding depth and variation to the drums. After a few lines, the lead guitarist began a slow, mournful song, almost as an antithesis to the heavy bass guitar. Once the mood of the song was established, the singer began the first verse.

Kami never really paid attention to music. In his mind, it had no substance, no emotion. It was either sappy, or obnoxious, or bland. Music was for background. So, with this in mind, he watched the band because everyone else was watching them. He replayed bits of the earlier discussion while he watched. Before he knew it, however, he found himself humming along with the tragic, haunting sounds. The lead guitarist occasionally provided some type of weird raspy background vocals which would counterpoint the lead's traditional vocal style. He began to notice how the two would often weave their sounds together. Occasionally, the lead singer would even play a bit of backup guitar to accompany the lead. The band had a knack of playing similar sounds off of each other, somehow improving rather than distracting.

As he listened to the heavy, Gothic music, Kami found himself dwelling on his life so far. Middle class upbringing, third of four children, Kami should have had a normal childhood. Unfortunately, Kami was born with soft white patches marring his otherwise black fur. Kami was completely black, except for a nice white patch on his back, another on his belly, and on his right foot, from the ankle down.

This should not have been a problem. It was a perfectly normal coloration for a Housecat. Except that his mother was pure black. His father was pure black. Every one of his siblings was pure black.

Kami learned at an early age that his parents treated him differently than his siblings. He tried for the longest to understand why. Eventually his eldest sister explained that their father was convinced that Kami had been fathered by another male. His father didn't consider Kami his son, and passively refused to treat him as such. His mother, to appease her mate, subconsciously excluded the Kami from her attentions. His siblings, picking up on their parents' reactions, silently pushed Kami away, lest they receive the same treatment. Acting out brought disastrous punishments, and the idea was quickly abandoned. Every year, the discolored kitten became more and more of a ghost in the family structure.

Kami pulled himself out of his reverie. Wow. He couldn't imagine how that had happened. The cat often lived in a state of inner peace and reverie, but always when he was being subjected to a heavy bondage scene. This was the first times in many years he had been able to slip free of his surroundings without the use of bindings. He stared, transfixed, at the stage. Their first song was just drawing to a close, the singer bowing his head to the floor, while the guitarist took the opportunity to grab a drink of water and the bassist stretched his shoulders out.

As the singer lifted his head, looking through that golden brown curtain of hair, he seemed to look right at Kami. For the briefest of seconds, their eyes locked. Kami saw in those eyes the same emptiness, the same longing to be filled, to belong. Almost telepathically, the singer told Kami that he had found where he belonged. On stage, performing his music. Kami spoke back, reaching across the silence to tell the lovely boy that he, too, had his outlet, his place of peace. Kami nodded slightly, and swore that the otter winked. Then the feline was knocked aside.

Okada pushed his way towards the stage. He didn't even notice when he shoved the Housecat aside. Now was the time to make his mark. The first song was over. The band was scheduled to play two more songs, and then take a twenty minute break. That gave him just under ten minutes to get the cute little lead singer's attention. Then he could chat him up during the break. If things went properly, he would be taking the luscious little mustelid home tonight. After all, he hadn't failed yet.

Sure enough, Okada was able to catch Sandi's eye, flashing him a seductive smile and running his fingers along the line of horse flesh running down the leg of his tight leather pants. Making sure the collar of his tight, shiny lycra shirt was open enough to give teases of the white fur of his chest, the equine began to sway tantalizingly to the rhythm of the next song. Every few moments, he would work his way forward into the crowd, so that well before the end of the song he was as close to the stage as he wanted to get.

Okada had snuck a peek backstage a bit earlier, and had caught a copy of the Mischief's play list. As the band began its third song, the equine, in all his flaming glory, began singing along to the lyrics, his body swaying to the beat and his hands rose to the ceiling. His muscular chest flashed through the thin material as his torso stretched from his gyrations. By the time the song ended, Okada had his opening lines perfected and knew exactly where he wanted to take the conversation.

Kami was actually knocked into a group of older college students sitting around a small table. They helped him regain his footing, thinking nothing of it, and the cat took stock. It was as he was looking around that he noticed the ass who had shoved him. Or horse, to be exact. And what a horse. Bright blue leather, or maybe vinyl, pants over buffed and polished hooves. A glossy plastic-looking burnt orange shirt tight enough that it looked like it would tear every time the muscle-bound jerk waved his arms over his six-foot-four frame. His hair and tail even had... Was that glitter embedded in it? Kami had been right the first time. What an ass.

Being who he was, Kami saw the situation, got over it, and moved on. He took the distraction as an opportunity to glance around once more for his friends. As the new song started up, however, he became wrapped in the music once more. The current song somehow brought to mind one of Kami's only friends from his time in upper class school.

Daikia had been one of the leaders of the rebellious crowd at Kami's school. An 18 year old, largely-built Bulldog, Daikia had somehow found Kami midway through his fifteenth year. Kami never knew how the canine had decided Kami would be a good submissive, and Daikia never told him. Within two weeks of knowing the Bulldog, the feline was always seen at his side when not in class. Within a month, students and teachers began noticing submissive markings being worn by Kami, even if they didn't recognize them for what they were. They simply saw the dreaded "drastic changes in appearance".

He got three piercings in his left ear, all hooked together by a single chain. He tied a small strip of black cloth to his left arm. And he always walked on Daikia's left side, two steps behind his master. A few of his teachers thought to complain, but soon after, his attitude began to improve, as well. Kami began speaking up in class. His homework and grades improved. They let the appearance slide.

The reason for the transformation was that Kami had found someone who really wanted him. Within a month, the canine had begun instructing Kami in the intricacies of bondage. The cat had been well schooled in the art of submission by his home life. Bondage gave him a use for it; a purpose.

Their first session together had been eye opening. Daikia had taken the younger feline home, where he led him out to an old barn far back on their property. Daikia was heavy into metalworking, so his parents had given it over to him as a workshop. Almost as soon as they had entered the massive structure, Kami had been ordered to remove his shirt. Once he was bare-chested, the canine led him over to a metal square, nearly seven feet tall, suspended from a rafter, its bottom resting on the concrete floor. Daikia quickly and efficiently pulled Kami's arms up and tied them to the upper corners of the square.

Kami was a bit nervous. He had never done anything like this before, and while he and Daikia had discussed this, he really didn't fully understand what to expect. Once he was strung up, Daikia picked up a matting brush and began running it through the cat's fur all along his arms and upper body. Very quickly, Kami was calmed and very relaxed. The brushing felt so good, as he had been very little the last time anyone else had groomed him.

After Kami was relaxed, his master began binding his torso. Using thin cotton ropes, Daikia wrapped his chest in intricate patterns. Soon his nipples were being pinched lightly by the ropes. Strategically chosen tufts of fur were being tugged on. Each time Kami breathed in, his chest expanded, pulling on different areas. As he exhaled, some areas relaxed, while others began pulling. Kami became lost in something as simple as his own breathing. His pants were half way down his legs before he even realized that his master had moved on. He lifted each leg in turn, helping the canine remove his shoes, socks, and finally pants.

Kami was truly relaxed for the first time in years by the time Daikia had finished brushing down his legs. His shaft was semi-soft, but had not yet slipped its sheath. Finally, his legs were pulled apart and his ankles were stretched to be tied to the lower corners of the bar. As he was pulled spread-eagled, Kami realized why he had there had been so much play in the upper ties, as his body lowered several inches and became stretched tight. This shifted several of the rope pinchings on his upper body, causing him to go back and re-explore them. Many of them intensified, and Kami began to drown in the soft undercurrent of pain. The more his body tensed in pain, however, the more his mind seemed to relax.

Daikia stood back and admired his pet. The bindings had taken just over an hour and a half, and he was quite pleased. Suspended and spread within the square metal frame, the young feline was framed nicely. He had chosen a dark tan rope for the cat, so that it would stand out not only against his black coat, but also against those beautiful white patches. The Housecat's chest, stomach, arms, and legs were wrapped intricately in the ropes. Tufts of hair had been woven into the knots at strategic tantric pressure points, providing a near overload of sensations. His student was doing amazingly well. As Daikia had suspected, the feline had taken straight to the situation.

Kami began to murr as he felt his shaft lengthen. Daikia had begun to rub it, waking it and drawing it out of its sheath. This was the first time another hand had come near his sheath, and he delighted in the experience. Once he was fully hard, his master began wrapping the lower third of his cock using a smaller cotton rope, so that it was unable to slip back inside his sheath. Once wrapped, the canine began stroking it, allowing the feline to enjoy the sensation.

When it became apparent that Kami was near his orgasm, however, Daikia released his cock and began tugging and stretching Kami's nipples. Once he had them stiff and standing out between the ropes, he applied clamps to each bud, placing a small weight on each side. The feline winced at this, but held still. As the Bulldog toyed with the nipple clamps, he noticed that Kami's erection had subsided somewhat. Reaching down, he began stroking it again. He began going back and forth. He would pull on the clamps until the feline's cock softened, then resume stroking him. Once he was again hard, he would go back to the nipples.

After a time, Daikia changed tactics. He stroked Kami's cock until he was panting and near climax. Then, at the last moment, he would stop, denying him release. If he got the feline too close, he would clamp down on his urethra and slap the head of his cock until the near-climax backed off. Kami was brought to the point of orgasm at least a dozen times before his master moved on.

Daikia slowly circled his sub, reaching out here and there. Sometimes he would stroke a muscle, or he would tug on a knot. Occasionally, he would grab a wad of flesh between thumb and forefinger and give a solid pinch and tug. Each touch brought about its intended result of a moan or wince from the feline. After circling a few times, the bulldog ended his circling behind Kami.

He ran his hands up the back of Kami's thighs. He could feel the strain in the leg muscles from holding up so much of his weight while spread so far apart. He began to massage the muscles, working around the ropes, careful not to pull too hard on any of the knots holding tufts of hair. As Kami's legs relaxed, placing more weight on his wrists, Daikia squatted down behind his sub, until the feline's rump was at eye level. He picked up the matting brush and began grooming Kami's rump and tail. Once the tail was smooth and Kami was moaning his contentment, Daikia took another rope and began wrapping the lower half of the tail, nearly up to the tip. He gathered up the excess rope and, pulled the tail up high. He then stood and tied it, stretched tight, to the back of Kami's collar.

Once this was accomplished, he knelt back down, admiring the pink, bald pucker now winking at him. He leaned forward and began lapping at that rosy bud. Kami's immediate reaction was to jerk away, but he immediately corrected and relaxed back into it. After a minute or so, his sphincter began to relax, allowing his opening to blossom wider and Daikia's tongue to work deeper inside.

As the bulldog continued licking and sucking at his tailhole, he reached a hand up between his legs and began caressing his sub's sheath, working his fingers up and around the base of his urethra without actually stroking his cock. After several minutes of this, Kami began a heavy, breathless moaning before his untouched cock sprayed his first shared orgasm out into the open air. Daikia quit lapping at his tailhole and rubbed hard on the stretch between there and the feline's sheath, milking his prostate. Kami continued cumming, subsequent spurts of cream rolling down his shaft to slide through Daikia's manipulative fingers.

It took just over half an hour to untie Kami and remove all of his knots. Daikia laid him in a blanket, his head in the bulldog's lap, and gently stroked, massaged, and brushed the matted and tangled kinks in Kami's fur. As he cleaned his sub's fur, he heard him whispering the same two words over and over as he gently sobbed. Eventually, Daikia was able to make out that he was saying, "Thank you." That's when he relaxed, finally satisfied that the tears were from emotional release, not because of any pain.

Daikia's cock was still rock hard, pressed painfully down the leg of his jeans. He was still fully clothed, and had no intention of doing anything about his own pleasure right now. He wanted to make sure this was Kami's time. He smiled down at his sub, gently speaking words of praise for how well he had done. Daikia held his feline until Kami stopped crying, thinking all the while of how much further they could push their next time together.

Kami came back to his surroundings, momentarily confused. It took him several moments to remember why he wasn't restrained. The band on stage was just finishing their song. They were setting down their instruments, either taking a break or done, he didn't know which. As the otters began walking off stage, the singer caught Kami's eye again, seeming to nod at him. Kami decided he needed to meet him, to try to understand how they could seem to have such a connection.

It took several minutes to make it close enough to the stage that he could make out what was going on. The singer was standing off to one side of the stage, leaning an arm on the wooden platform and taking occasional swigs from a dark bottle. He was talking with the horse from before, who was becoming very animated in his side of the conversation. The mustelid, on the other hand, barely seemed to be tolerating the conversation.

As Kami tried to decide if he should even interrupt, the otter perked up, waving him over. His entire body language changed as he motioned the feline to join him. Once he was finally within earshot over the PA music now playing he began to make out what the horse was saying.

"...was a favorable comparison. It's a fascinating style decision, Hun, I must say."

"Excuse me," the Otter interrupted. "My friend is here." He pulled a very surprised Kami into a hug, before saying very animatedly, "I'm really glad you made it! Let me show you around."

To the Arabian, he said, "Excuse us, nice to meet you."

He picked up his bottle, tucked his hand under Kami's elbow, and began leading him away. The feline wasn't sure what to make of the whole scene. His entire sense of 'normal' had been thrown out of whack.

As soon as they were sufficiently far enough away from the obnoxious equine, the Otter let out a huge sigh of relief, even resting his forehead against Kami's shoulder for a second.

He lifted his head a bit, grinning sheepishly, and said, "Thanks for getting me away from him." He shuddered slightly before adding, "I've been hearing stories about him. Nothing big, but he's supposed to be some weird band stalker."

Kami stiffened slightly at this, his body drooping slightly. Maybe he should have expected it, but he was still disappointed to be nothing but a convenient excuse.

Maybe he picked up on the change of body language, but the Otter immediately looked up at Kami and added, "I would have taken anyone in this place as a chance to get away, but I'm glad it was you."

By the time Sandi had to go back up on stage to continue the set, he and Kami had shared with each other more than either had in quite a while. They had agreed to meet up after the show to continue the discussion someplace more conducive to conversation.

Rather than further reminiscing, Kami made a determined effort to locate the other Strays who had invited him. He finally found them packed into a back corner, laughing over drinks and pretty much ignoring the show. An hour ago, he would have agreed with them. Now it somewhat unnerved him that they could do so.

Finding them midway through the last song, he hurriedly approached them. After rushed greetings, he quickly explained that he was going to meet up with someone he had just met. They all cheered him on, sending him on his way as that final song ended. He made is way to the door as the band make their way off the stage, carrying their instruments. Sandi had told him to meet him out by the back entrance, and Kami exited the building, hooking around the side. He followed the well lit parking lot around to the rear of the bar.

Kami realized something was wrong almost at once. The horse from earlier had the lead singer of the Mischiefs pressed up against the side of a dark brown van, kissing him deeply, his hand already down the front of the otter's pants. As he approached, his sense of reality was once again thrown aside. From their earlier conversation, Kami knew Sandi didn't like the Arabian. He even seemed a bit scared of him. Yet as Kami got closer, he could tell that the Otter was not fighting back. He was even using body language to egg the equine on, teasing him to continue, giving his all into the erotic kiss. The mustelid ground his crotch lewdly into the horse's palm. Sandi ran one hand through the equine's braids, while he used the other to pull his shirt up enough to rub his bare stomach against the taller male's leather clad groin.

Feeling like he had been set up in some elaborate prank, Kami stopped a few feet away from the two.

"Might I inquire as to just WHAT THE FUCK is going on here?"

The horse lazily turned a bit to see who had interrupted his fun. Sandi kept pawing at the male body he was wrapped around.

"Oh. It's you." He turned back to address the otter. "Hun? Tell your young friend here that you are busy."

It was a pair of dead, dazed eyes that the young Otter turned on Kami.

"I am busy," he said.

His voice was filled with some need, almost a whine, and was so far from what the feline saw in Sandi's eyes that Kami became scared. Kami took a step back, already trying to think of whom he could go find for help.

"On second thought," the Arabian said silkily, "why don't you join us?" He reached for something on his belt, pointing it at Kami. "You're cute enough, Hun."

Kami felt a jolt in his shoulder, and his head reeled for a moment. The next thought to go through Kami's head was amazement at how stunning the equine's figure was. 'What? That guy was a jerk.' 'But so hot.' 'Huh? Hot? The guy looked like he was dressed for disco dancing.' 'Who cares? Any horny stud will do.'

These and other contradictory thoughts flashed through Kami's head. Lust was all he knew. Nothing else mattered except satisfying his lust. He heard a panicked moan of frustration, and never realized it was his own.

Slowly, the feline was able to swim to the surface of his own brain. Eventually, a thought that was his own occurred to him. When enduring a rougher bondage scene, Kami was able to separate out the more distracting aspects of the pain, so that he could concentrate on the peaceful, more emotional side of the pain, turning it into pleasure. He now realized he could do the same here. He took the distraction, the need, of the lust, and locked it tight away to the side. He kept the portion he wanted, the knowledge of how to feel the lust. He instinctively knew what to do next.

Kami swayed his hips and began to slink up to the pair. Once he reached them, he inserted his body between the two, draping his arm around Okada, and using his own body and presence to draw the Arabian away from Sandi. Once he was between the horse and the Otter, he looked up into Okada's eyes and smiled dreamily, letting his own eyes unfocus slightly.

"I know what you need," he said breathlessly, letting the lust ride his every word. "I know just what a horse like you really needs."

Kami snaked his right hand down the equine's stomach, traveling down until he was able to rub his fingers across Okada's swelling ball sac. He then grabbed the horse's groin through the pants, twisting hard, putting all his rage and revulsion into the move. In complete shock and pain, the equine was driven to his knees. Kami released his grip, then immediately planted a foot where his hand had just been. As Okada doubled up from the pain, Kami used that same momentum to raise his knee into the horse's jaw just as it came down. The impact laid the horse out cold.

Kami dropped to his knees, his fight nearly over. Okada was down, but he had one last thing to ensure. He reached up to Sandi, who had begun to shake. The Otter, a lost look on his face, fell into the feline's arms. Kami settled them both to the ground as they began to shake violently. Only then did Kami allow the lust and trauma to overtake his mind.

Once the police and emergency services arrived, it took four men to pull Kami off of Sandi. According to a news article, police found an Urban Pacification Pointer, commonly known as a 'pacifier', in the possession of Okada. Pacifiers were used by the military for urban civilian operations. Vaguely similar in design to a stun gun, pacifiers were a short range device which could hit a target from about twenty feet. They were designed to tag the victim, ramping up his submissive instincts so that they would not fight the soldiers. Possession of a pacifier by non-military personnel was a serious crime. This particular device had been modified to affect, not just the submissive impulses, but also to dangerously spike the male sex drive. Both Sandi and Kami were found to be under the influence of the altered pacifier, and were treated at the nearby medical center.

Kami was an overnight hero around the Kennels, and his name even floated around the main campus, as well. When searching Okada's apartment, police found an unconscious male Panda. The Archon University freshman, whose name was withheld, was treated for symptoms arising from the use of the pacifier, as well as physical trauma from apparent rape.

Over the next several days, several more victims came forward to the police. Many had never even realized what had happened to them, since one of the side effects of the spiked sex drive was a temporary loss of short term memory. No one could figure out how Kami had been able to fight off the effects long enough to take out that bastard, Okada, so effectively. Horitzu finally explained it to a few of his strays.

It was the power of discipline.

END CHAPTER 3

The band, the Mischiefs, and the locale are a gift to my mate, Plexadonn. It was inspired by a picture he drew, and by his love of music. I love you, Plexadonn.

Special thanks to JWolf for the name of the bar, Tail Wag!

For anyone interested in contacting me, I would love to hear from you. I can be reached at:

My e-mail is [email protected]

My AIM is SkaPapaBear

I do take story requests, and I do take suggestions both for species of residents of the Kennels and fetishes for the Getaway. "Shower me with your kinks!!!"