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Apollo 2: A Golden Cage

He had to squint, so much brutal light caused his eyes to throb in such a painful way that they felt like they were being stretched apart or stepped on. As his flash-blinded sight adjusted to the new light of an intense sun that glowed brighter than any daylight he had previously known, he heard giggling at the same time his shipping container was flipped over. He fell face forward against the display box and was arighted up almost immediately.

Apollo peered his head around, noticing for the first time he had a 'family' besides the horse. Greeted by a bunny, a fox, and a tiger all in pink fur and wearing gold bracelet jewelry and collars. With such similar 'uniform', they could be considered siblings after a sort. They also had varying elaborate brands burned into their butts, and the jay could hardly imagine the pain that might come of something like that, nor did he think so much pink concentrated in one place could be normal. "I've never seen a slave shipped in such a way before." Spoke the tiger with an effeminate growl and girly purple stripes along his plush hide. No, the bird couldn't imagine too many furs would volunteer to do the sexy thing he had back at that factory of perverse delights.

Just as he'd been removed from the suffocating environment of his own babyish stench in that mailing box, those nearest to his display gagged and jerked as the contents of a well-loved diaper hit them; pounds of birdy mess that had fermented into quite an offensive stew. If he hadn't been diapered for the trip, things could've been worse with filth spreading and sliding everywhere on the floor. It was just as well that the swan had a lot of experience in said business. "Damn. Second-day air, and the little boi chick still managed to flood his diaper!" The lagomorph slut observed, tugging on long ears to make a silly pinkish head scarf as he giggled.

Although annoyed by the smell, they didn't react with any real disgust or hostility, which suggested that such a thing was a common occurrence around here. "Then get him out of there and let's get him to nurse Jumbolove." A shy pink and purple bull sissy chimed in, his horns nearly gone except for little rounded heifer nubs like tiny goose-eggs, one ear drooping low with a pink numbered dairy cow tag instead of a collar and a thick gold ring impaled through both nostrils.

The bovine was quite cute and clearly effeminate as a cow, only large bulging balls in a tiny purple lace thong were any true indication of his masculinity. "Yeah, shi loves meeting the new babies as much as shi loves changing their diapers!" He giggled out with a pretty lowing calfish moopurr, ears flapping about.

He watched them attack his box with teeth, as like him, they'd all been declawed and rendered harmless. When the outer shell had been torn apart in all the same excitement as a Christmas present, they then focused on unwinding all the twist-ties that had secured him so neatly on his journey. Tired from being stuck in such an uncomfortable position for so long, he simply fell forward onto his beak and just lay there in exhaustion as his large mush-filled rump and tail simply rose high in the air.

The blue jay was all sorts of thirsty, hungry, and weary from the long trip. A hot desert sun and parching dry winds hardly helped things. His thick princess tea party dress was also causing him to sweat as he was spanked on his foul butt with a loud splat noise and picked up by bois on either side. His eyes had a chance to look over his former prison: Baby Butt Doll; new with cocksucking action, tight rear hole, and realistic wetting and pooping!

Such a peek caused him to blush, as Apollo knew he'd be doing a lot of all four in the near future. Not able to do much in his current weakness, he was helpfully carried by his "sisters" through a large roofless room with a shallow wading pool in the center and a gathering of pink-furred sissies sharing sexual passions and foreplay with one another. This gave him a preview of what he would enjoy as a willing slave, but there were already plans set in motion for him and this awful-smelling diaper!

Enough time had passed that there couldn't be anything in his diaper but rancid sludge. He didn't envy whoever had the job of peeling it from his adorable feathered bubble buns, but the way it sloshed and shifted around with gross loud squishes made him badly impatient to be rid of it. Once they stepped through the threshold of saloon doors however, he found his stinky butt was par for the course in this room.

Apollo blushed, stopped only inches from a large round dark-grey wrinkled butt and a tail a foot long that was shaped like a paintbrush or lions'. He filled in the gaps quick enough to know it was a large elephant herm with a frilly pink apron and testes the size of bowling balls. Shi was in the middle of punishing a sissy, and by the steady drip from her wide large love lips, shi was obviously getting off on it. "Hold Lilly still and his tail out of the way." The elephant nursemaid spoke out firmly, and a dolphin with pink skin and a near-hornless deer buck of equal colouring both held down a struggling effeminate donkey that had the most prettiest plush rump Apollo had ever seen.

Hir helpers wore g-strings that were white with a large pink cross on each bulge. The equine trembled quite visibly between them, braying shyly and crying as he covered his eyes in floppy ears. "You hush. You had your pathetic little chance to be a good baby for big momma." The elephant scoffed with an assertive brazen trumpet of hir long nose. A husky in a similar medical-related thong stood obediently at hir side while holding a bucket filled with a gallon of hot frothy soap water.

The blue jay's eyes widened as the large herm lady put hir trunk in and sucked up all the water until hir cheeks puffed out from such large volume. The same husky then covered hir nose in a lubricating jelly and spread it around to prepare hir for a gentler entry into such a snug hardly-used tailhole. An enema. Shi was giving him a forced enema that nurse's called the dreaded three-H: High, hot, and a helluva lot. Being witness to hir willful debauchery, the jaybird could only hope he wouldn't ever earn the same level of wrath for himself.

Once properly greased up, shi went into motion without missing a beat and jammed a foot of hir flexible snout up into his yiffhole like a pulsing tentacle and emptied the warm cleansing suds deeply into the donkey bois' presented rear, a little leaking out as shi held her position until the husky handed off a large lubed dragon dildo with a tapered shaft that led to an immense knot at the base that was the size of a softball. Shi carefully withdrew and between an empty gap of half a second of gushing out, shi had it rammed hastily up his butt with enough force to cause the equine to scream out in a stunted brey of pain as an inflamed purple anus struggled to stretch for the large object. "Keep him plugged for an hour, let him use a bucket to relieve himself, and then time for a new diapering. Master wants to use him when he gets back. Lilly has a dirty mouth, but at least he won't have a dirty ass, too. Bad girl, using unladylike words around master and his servants." Apollo blushed and cringed as the elephant spanked on the donkey butt with hir trunk enough times for some redness to appear, then turning around to notice him standing at hir backside. A drippy musk-scented bulge was at the front of hir apron like a baseball bat come to adulterous slithering life!

Given hir efficient cruelty, he wondered how he might get on the herm's bad side and hoped he never would. Compared to the whole lot of them, he couldn't help but feel overdressed in this minimalist sultry household. It seemed everyone only wore just enough clothing for it to be a mere cute novelty; like those ridiculous outfits people put on their dogs. "And who's this? Shi asked, hir voice softening as he shivered nervously in hir very tall and intimidating muscular presence. Wouldn't it just be his luck to be punished just for filling his diaper with pigeon muck?

Afraid to offend hir, he didn't respond at all. Instead, he shamefully lifted the front of his dress over his face, exposing the yellowish piss-stained front of an enormous soggy nappy front. "Shy as a deer, too. He'll fit in proper around here." Shi giggled and rubbed on the downy fluff of his ear tufts through the stinky silk of his dress hem. "We'll get him cleaned up and processed with master's other two new pets." Shi said, picking him up quickly in hir large arms before he could react and stomped toward a nearby exam table with gyno stirrups and padded leather restraint cuffs and straps.

Apollo fidgeted and shivered as the cold metal touched his naked fluffed feathers. His pretty dress was flipped over his face and removed to leave him trembling in the cold further. All he had on was his diaper. Once that was taken away, he'd feel vulnerable to no end, but it had to be done for health reasons. And somehow, without vinyl panties, the heavy cloth padding managed to keep all that mess inside. "What a good little bird, giving momma a large messy to clean." Shi teased as shi snapped on latex gloves and gave his beak a playful tap.

His cherryish blush deepened to cover most of his face as he looked bashfully away from hir descending paws and the telltale scratching of velcro coming undone. The smell of his filth was the worst now that the fumes had been freed in one burst of gagging nausea. He refused to look nor offer any struggle, so the nurse decided not to use the straps meant for more unruly pets. "You can relax, baby. I'll have all this cleaned up in a moment so you can be taken care of with the other new family members." He looked over to a golden lion and a cream-covered goat, each in separate cages that didn't allow for much standing room.

By "taken care of", he was sure shi meant getting turned all pink and dressed in revealing lingerie like the rest of these bois, but he hardly knew what to make of it. Did he like that color enough to be turned into a pink jay to match the color of the rest? And why did he need to be recolored anyway? He was certainly happy the way he was! Although, being dyed pink would obviously make all his sissy outfits match up in a complementing way.

The blue jay (for now) found himself chirping softly with birdsong in his nervousness as cold stinging baby wipes stroked along his feathery crotch to scrape all that ickyness into the deep bowl of the stinky diaper. "Lift your butt." Shi instructed softly, and once he had obeyed, shi drew the wipes through his crack to clean the rest. With the worst of it dealt with, shi put the diaper in a small black garbage bag and told the effeminate dolphin to get it laundered for later use.

Apollo was somewhat sorry to see his diaper go, but knew it was only a brief parting; the elephant matriarch could clearly sense how much it meant to him. Most of the muck was gone, but there was still work to do as shi continued to massage his bared soiled feathers with the chilly alcohol-laden pads. "Okay, sweety. Time to hop off." Which confused him until he gave it some thought and realized he was being dismissed all naked without a new nappy for the purpose of getting altered. "I'll diaper up a sweety like you anytime you want it, but now you need to get all nice and ready for the sultan." Hir kind words confirmed his own thoughts. He hopped off and got on his way just as hir flexible nose smacked him one on his round bubbly ass, causing Apollo to jump and skitter over to the others like a penguin waddling in fast forward. Shi trumpeted a lusty catcall at him just as he got there, a white unicorn in riding dress and holding a crop inspected these new inductees.

When the graceful unicorn gave a command to other bois to roll the cages along to a small room next to the clinic, Apollo obediently followed for fear of being put in a depressingly tiny cage as well. The unicorn raised a curious eyebrow and snorted, but ignored the unusual show of willingness. He obviously had too much on his plate to look a gift horse in the mouth. Nearby was a dunking pool of steaming hot pink dye, but that seemed the second-to-last step in a dramatic transformation.

At the moment, his pressing concern was that both the smaller males were apparently too masculine-looking for the masters' tastes and the unicorn said so as well. "Too manly, but I'll fix you all up nice an' proper. Starting by making the king of beasts into a fuzzy little pink princess." The unicorn chuckled out, voice full of patience and elegance that belied a much darker mischief. "Oh, yes. Little pretty kitty, and then a rutting ewe." He finished, eyes glinting with an odd lecherous passion for removing all traces of manhood from others until they could only be recognized for one single purpose. And of course, Apollo had enough of that kind of experience not to be naive about it. Not that he'd complain about that kind of fun.

Quite the opposite, of course. He only felt pity for these two who were quite obviously heterosexual. Well, not for long, anyway. Whether they wanted it or not, an overwhelming, oversexualized homosexual place had a way of imprinting the most stringent with quite a few peculiar curiosities.

The stable master tapped his hoof in annoyance as the first cage was opened, only for the feline to retreat to the opposite end in some hope of avoiding his fate. "Stop being so silly. A mane like that on a lioness just doesn't belong." The unicorn dryly observed as a slender antelope handed the groom a portable shaver with an amused cheeky giggle. Obviously the dehorned sissy in a bright green thong found it entertaining to watch his natural predator get emasculated by yet another grazer.

Given all the random things that were bound to go on around here, there probably weren't many dull moments. "Not my mane!" The less than full-sized feline growled, trying to unsheathe claws that were no longer there, probably surgically removed under anesthesia when he was unawares. He looked on in numb shock as his nails refused to come out, moaning and crying shortly afterward when he realized he'd been rendered all but harmless short of his fangs.

Oh and how Apollo knew it would be a very bad idea to do anything mean or bad in this place! He'd seen a donkey get an elephant trunk and hot enema stuffed hard up his rump over swearing, so anything worse would only create more dire consequences. "Sweety, if you enjoy those nice little testicles of yours, I really wouldn't." The white-furred male in tight jodhpur pants warned with a dismissive shake of his own glorious flaxen snowy mane.

All of them seemed to go pale, except for the tall one-horned male who had made the awful suggestion. Being a sex slave was one thing, but none of them hardly believed such a bad thing could happen to them. Sure, there were urban legends centered around spurned lovers, but meaningless fantasy revenge tales was all Apollo thought of that. Then again, he wouldn't have been imaginative enough to realize that sex traffickers also kidnapped males for gay buyers, but it made a sad bit of sense. "Come on you cowardly lion--out with you!" The white creature snorted, his impatience growing and making the blue jay wonder what he was going to do next.

It didn't take long for the equine in lavish riding gear to unfurl a six-foot whip from his belt. "You got your last warning. Obey me, or I'll show you what kind of a lion tamer I can be." The order was given in a firm, but moderate tone of voice. Even when righteously angered, the unicorn was resolute and confident at all times without needing to raise his voice: like a horse trainer. Would he be the one put in charge of breaking the wills of all the slut-slaves?

Apollo continued to watch the scene play out in growing worry. "Listen to him!" He squawked out in an odd girly voice that he didn't recognize as his own. But he was right; obedience was rewarded and fear or hesitation were punished. At least for how he understood the situation at the slut harem. Shortly after the birdy had spoken out, a cracking whip and pained roar made him flinch as the tip flicked out against the lions' buttock and caused some growing redness from a sharp bruise. "You'll be branded soon. I doubt you want me to sully the other unharmed cheek that is meant for the hot iron?" The groom observed, his eyebrow raised questioningly as he expected ever more fight out of the big cat.

The whip was arced over his shoulder as the unicorn made ready to do it over again. "I'll spank you good as long as it takes for you to learn your place." Apollo and the goat shivered. Plainly, they didn't want to be struck even once, but the lion was too angry to even care. The feline twisted forward so his bum could no longer be targeted, but the avian could already tell this new position was not a good idea.

He watched with growing unease as the feline put his paws out as if to pounce, roaring the loudest he could bring himself to do. Suddenly a black flash of braided leather brought him helplessly to his knees as the whip wrapped neatly around his balls: any slight tug or movement caused severe pain and made the lion crawl toward the unicorn like a licked dog as he was reeled in. Then he got the smaller male in a chokehold and flipped the shaver on, getting to work and lopping off all that tall caramelish fur until the "pussy" cat did indeed look like a lioness. The transformation was as odd as it was demoralizing to the lion; the shaved male crying uncontrollably now that he'd been turned into a girlish caricature of former glory.

Done emasculating the pathetic creature, he unwound his whip and tossed the cat head first into the nearby shallows of orange-colored water. The pred came back up coughing and colored all pink like some little girls' cuddly life-sized plush. Maybe Apollo could accept it, but the goat didn't want any part of this new life. The other caged male was naked except for a trendy scarf, a cold bar of the cage riding between his buttocks like a metal thong; causing the silly creature to bleat and blush. It was obvious the goat hadn't had anything thrust under his tail except for toilet paper.

Poor silly thing! Apollo felt like giggling at what the other two had missed out on. Having a big male in his beak or under his tail feathers wasn't anything to be ashamed or afraid of. Maybe if more people tried anal, there'd be less prejudice in the world against gays. The empty cage was rolled away by a fabulous faggy doberman in an orange bikini and sunglasses just as the groom had opened the other up. "You won't give me any trouble, will you?" He asked, his hand gesturing for the goat to follow. Apollo thought this would be cause for using the whip, but was roundly surprised when the unicorn left it behind on a little table.

The equine reached in and grabbed the goat by the scarf, using a great deal more gentleness than before. "Come on, babe. This way." He purred, trying to draw the fine slender creature out, a few stumbling steps at a time. The goat staggered out on his hooves at times, as the splashes from the lion had made the tiled floor all wet.

A pink tiger and timber wolf were toweling off the shy scaredy cat and leading him to the main living area where pallets and cushions were now arranged around the wading pool for sleep. They had him between them for a nap, since he apparently needed one before anything could be done to him. On the opposite side of the dyeing pool was an open doorway that led to the stables. Out there, a portable butane blacksmithing forge had been set up with an open tray for a branding iron or to rework the pure gold slave bangles he saw hanging on an iron post jutting out from a wall of boards.

Aside from him, the goat, the lion, and the two in charge, every other fur in this household had a collar, two bracelets, and two anklets. For the convenient attachment of chains or other restraints, he noticed. Although he couldn't believe it: gold was no durable metal and could be broken easily if one tried hard enough. So what was the purpose then? If they could be so easily removed. A new idea had occurred to him, though. What if these cuffs and gold chains were meant to be broken, as for emergency situations? Anyone rich enough to use precious metals for bondage more likely had greater interest in showing off his wealth than keeping his slaves bound. Yes, that was it. The master wanted to keep up an illusion of control, but the slaves could free themselves at any time.

The shaver came on again, the unicorn softly petting on the goat's head and neck as he removed that silly beard at the end of his cream-covered lips. The cute critter kept his eyes closed, leaning adoringly into the strokes as the antelope handed over a reciprocating saw into the one open hand in exchange for the clipper. "Keep your eyes closed, dear. We're almost done." The unicorn purred soothingly as he pressed the thick orange trigger of the handheld gun-shaped hardware tool with a loud buzz. "I promise it won't hurt, but you'll probably feel nausea as your skull rattles. I am sorry, but those horns must go." Then the unicorn set it against one, an inch higher than the base of the head and was careful to hold the ears out of the way as he worked through them.

Apollo looked on nervously, his latex beak edges ground together as he saw the buzzing narrow saw blade began to shear through one of those thick curved horns until it fell away with a thump. Then the unicorn went to the other one. The second was a surprise, as it was sawn through much faster and tapped on the floor with an odd hollow sound. The fake horn had surprised Apollo, but the stallion didn't miss a beat as he was apparently used to these kinds of prosthetics on ruminant species. "Right, then. Sander, if you will. We need to give him cow nubs like a nanny goat." The white male ordered to the sissy antelope bitch and got the portable belt sander within a moments' notice of asking.

He set to filing the flat tops into round harmless bumps that a lazy dairy cow might have, the bone dust covering the top of his head in a sparse layer of calcium snow. "Now off with you. With you both, rather." The unicorn lightly beckoned, pointing at the ready bath filled with a smelly sour dye that Apollo could already smell from where he was standing. Because the goat seemed one of those species willing to follow strong leadership, he shook the crumbled horn debris from his head and cautiously approached the pool of orange fluid with suspicion as if expecting a kraken to come out and eat him.

The feminized male looked back uncertainly with an anxious bleat, cloven hooves scraping their way slowly to the tub but not quite anytime soon. "Yes, hurry up now. You too, songbird." He looked on over to the lion and saw that he was being carefully watched by the two males on either side to keep him from running off. Being allowed to sleep it off seemed a mercy, as there was likely more planned for him and the other new pets.

It was a strange transformation to watch the slender young body slide in the vinegar-smelling waters to turn quickly from white to pink in passing seconds until half of him was colored and he was wagging his tiny tail on the surface of the water like a motor boat prop. "Take a breath and then all the way down." The dyeing needs to reach all the fur to work properly. Or, I could call over some helpers to hold you under you're done. Either way, slut." So ordered, the goatboi finally closed his eyes and crouched down, not a lick of fur or horn to be seen. Nothing in fact, except a flurry of bubbles.

When he came up, he was uniformly colored a light bubblegum pink, while his scarf was now more like a girly gingham of varying shades. "And that's a very good girl." The unicorn praised, his words oddly sincere and pleasant. As a pink goat stepped out and was swaddled in layers of hot fuzzy towels by two awaiting slaves, Apollo knew it was his turn next and nothing else could delay him. Not that he had any choice, but the cock-loving bird had some second thoughts about wanting to be pink: he sort of didn't want to be.

He went to the waters' edge if only to appease such a firm mythological taskmaster, but went no further. "I don't wanna be pink." Apollo chirped out nervously, his wings fluttering in the breeze to produce an odd harmonica tenor and his black talons tried to cover terrified eyes. No, that was all he could think about: he liked his natural coloring just fine.

A snort of annoyance punctuated the end of his sentence as the unicorn crossed ivory arms across a broad chest. "What you want or don't is irrelevant when you are the great sultan's property." And now the stallions' heavy presence towering over behind made him very uncomfortable with such overwhelming strength poised at his back, the bird expected to be pushed in without a thought. "You are new here, but I must point out that we expect a certain willingness from slaves in this harem. Our sultan is no cruel master, as you will learn soon. Now, can you please do as I ask?" Apollo felt the hot hay breath on his neck and head, not sure what to make of that request.

All he could do was stare into the bubbling, steaming pool with uncertainty. "Why are you so nice to me and the goat, but not the lion?" In truth, it felt kind of like he was dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, as the unicorn didn't seem particularly predictable. The equine surprised him by massaging two heavy hot hands along his delicate feathered shoulders as the avian tried to look backwards.

By this time the goat had been dried off and was willingly led to the small blast furnace in the next room, where a strong smell of sour cow and horse dung wafted to his nostrils. Not being raised in the country around such smells, the stench hit him like a wall, but didn't seem to bother anyone else. "When dealing with any predatory species that eats meat, one can't afford such kindnesses. I have to teach them who's in charge here, or they'll only get more unmanageable later on. Me and the nurse share the punishments. Physical actions are more my area and psychological ones are hirs." Behavioral ones. Like a nasty enema for swearing. Apollo began to understand.

When he continued to pause at the edge, the unicorn shook his mane and pointed at his antelope helper. "Get me the dunking rod. I gave him his chance to play nice." The bovine creature giggled once more and went to the stable area with arms filled with power tools and wet towels. Apollo found himself blushing as he stared at that sweet sissy bubble butt and wagging tail, a rounded nub of anus poking part of the thong out in the back like a chocolate-covered cherry and his balls popped out all pretty and pouty as though they were engorged labia, though he knew the front would still be a different story where gender was concerned. But from behind, the antelope was bouncy and slender enough to be mistaken for a stripper. A female stripper, not that Apollo had been one himself.

He didn't know what a dunking rod was, but he never expected what strange primitive item now came back with the savannah buck: it was a long thick dildo and a collar welded onto a metal pole that had a sturdy handle like a suitcase. And he couldn't help noticing that most of it was dark purple with permanent stains from being dipped in the vat so frequently. More than that, many of the bois that had been watching as things played out were now shivering in reaction to the unicorn reaching out for the weird pole. Plainly, those that reacted didn't much like having it used on them, either.

As much as he wanted to run away from here, that big dong on the shaft was too tempting not to want to take. How long had it been since he'd had a nice large cock in him? A week? Two? A month? Too long in any case. If he had to submit to being tickled a new shade of pink, it would be worthwhile if he had something buried up his tail feathers. Much surprised by his own willingness, the silly bird got on all fours with tail lifted and anxiously waited as the unicorn chuckled behind in stark amusement.

The pole made some clicking noises as the large-cocked male turned a valve on the side to adjust the size for a better fit to a certain slutjay's length. That made sense, of course, since all pets would be varying heights and adjustments would be most convenient. "Had one or two up the tail, have you slutbird?" Apollo blushed, almost able to feel the unicorns' pleasant grin beaming on his back like sweetened sunlight. Of course, he could've just imagined that with his overactive hornyness to feel something hard press into him and spread his insides around it.

The tall males' warm aura came closer to his body as he seemed to feel those piercing soft eyes now directed at his birdy knothole, oddly enough. "Strange that a virgin would want it so bad." The stablemaster observed dryly, not without a mirthful grin of humor at the irony of it. Which ultimately didn't make sense to Apollo, as he remembered countless flings as a gay subby birdbutt, hadn't he? "Get that booty butter just in case." The bird recognized that name almost immediately as the popular heavy duty anal lube that some gay couples used instead of crisco or vaseline. He doubted he needed such powerful stuff, as his many lovers had gotten him so loosed that the birdy could make do with spit and stale cum that had been splattered all over his chest feathers and round tasty rump.

In a way he supposed it was an insult to someone so learned in anal sex as he was, but the unicorn was probably only being careful not spoil his hole before this mysterious horse sultan got at it, though Apollo doubted it would make much of a difference with a stallion organ scheduled for his hen coop. He found himself looking back briefly at the wet slurping noise of thick yellowish grease being applied to this girthy bump encrusted dong.

It was nine inches long and almost more than an inch and a half wide. He didn't remember having any trouble with such dimensions. Not anymore after all those donkey lovers in the gang-bang, at least. As far as the bird was concerned, he could handle anything up to a small pony. Maybe this unicorn could be on that list, depending on what was buried in his jodhpurs. The humor didn't escape him, causing the blue jay to giggle at the thought of putting a "you must be this tall to ride the birdy" sign on his tail where sex-crazed males could see it better. What was his limit? Ten inches seemed to be it before it hurt, but hurt so good. At least for awhile until soreness came.

The metal glistened wetly with a thick layer of almond-colored grease when Apollo finally noticed the wild cinnamon smell in the air with his nares. At first he thought it was the lube, but when he saw now how the unicorn began to sweat, he realized that it was coming from the equine; sweet and surprisingly fragrant for a musky male. Apollo faintly wondered if it had caused problems for the groom before to smell like that. Smell too girly and feminine in some places and you were liable to get raped no matter what your sexual preferences. The same had happened to himself a few years ago when he walked by a harbor dock covered in baby powder. A bunch of Russian sailors had at him and his puffy pink diaper was off before the silly buttbird could blink!

Too distracted in such silly thoughts, he didn't notice the cold steel collar locking loosely around his neck until the groom spoke up. "You're an odd one. Most new pets don't sit still for the dunking rod, nor do they offer their butts so willingly. Also, you are a virgin, so it makes no sense to him." Again with this virgin business! What did he have to do to prove that he'd had more meat thermometers under his tail than all the turkeys across the country for one Thanksgiving!? Mainly frustrating because he was being treated like a baby, and not in the babyish manner that he was accustomed to.

"I'm not a virgin!" Apollo fussed back with a muted clack of his beak on the latex bumpers along his lips, further insulted as he was prideful of his slutty nature. His wings unfurled and flapped lightly, slapping the aluminum pole at his back that would make him into a sort of sexy luggage. He liked the idea of getting some anal, but not this absurd chiding from a dandy horse!

He could feel the twisting of the long screw vibrate through the metal shaft as the dong slowly went towards its target. "You'll see. This is a rude awakening for lying sluts who try to take on more than they can handle. I'll try not to make it hurt too much." Try not to make it hurt too much!? He snorted through his beak so it made a sharp whistle noise, as with a steaming teapot. A blush came over his feathery cheeks as the rounded tip touched his hole with a cold tap that made him all the more eager to take it. "One of us is full of fibs. With one more twist of this crank, I'll show you who." Of course he couldn't believe this unicorn, not with so many real and vivid memories of all the times males had used him.

And maybe he would be a little tight since he hadn't had any decent practice at it for several weeks, but that didn't mean a small toy like this would give him any problems compared to all the knots and things he'd taken his whole unapologetic floozy bird life. "Do me! Do me! Do me!" Screeched out Apollo, flapping his tail up and down as though trying to invite a hen to breed, though in truth he was the hen and he couldn't override the deep instinct of his male courtship behavior.

The groom sighed and chuckled with a shake of his mane as he kept twisting, the dildo now pressing increasingly more uncomfortably at his snug birdy bud. His buttocks were pressed tightly against the toy as the training of a boiwhore took over, an attempt to please cold unrelenting wrought metal as though it were real flesh. "Well, now. You'll fit in around here. If you can learn to share with your fellow slave sisters, that is." Another twist punctuated those words and Apollo was stunned to feel a ripping hot pain in his anus instead of the orgasmic pleasure of being well filled that he expected.

He screamed out, tears forced down his eyes as that wide bluntness caused him great pain and caused him to gasp for breath through gaps in his clenched beak. How could this hurt so badly with all he loosening he had? It caused him as much grief as his first male lover, or when he tried his first pony stud, only this felt a great deal more worse and vivid. "I told you not to boast about more than you could handle, didn't I?" More twists and more pain followed as the merciless dick burrowed deeper into his body like a sand crab, pinching and stinging his flesh apart the whole way in.

He couldn't believe himself a liar or such an amateur, so why was this suddenly so hard when his whole job and hobby were about riding on as many male laps as he could? "Stop--please stop." Apollo groaned out, the pain causing his face to sweat and fill with tense wrinkles. Had anything in his life hurt this much? He couldn't actually remember, as countless lovers complimented him on his lovely elastic hole.

The knob stopped turning as the unicorn leaned over by him with a professional level of concern on his tight pink lips and small wavering nostrils. "If I let you out, will you be a good girl and go into the dye?" The blue eyes were nothing but sincere, and the bird could spy no lie within them. Really though, what were his options? Being made pink would obviously be better than this unexpected fanny ramming!

By now his love cloaca had been burning as though it had been roasting in a fireplace or a poker had been jammed up there. "I'll be--good birdy." He choked out, half a croak and half an off-note trilling. If this soreness ended, he'd do anything no matter how gross or disturbing. That was the direness of his need, if he came right down to it.

The twisting that took the infernal thing out of his aching devirginized hole weren't much better than the ones that had drilled the bumpy head in, but at least it was leaving his poor tortured body. "Remember, I have your honorable word as a slut." The groom pointed out, unlocking the collar and taking it off. Apollo never felt so embarrassed before in his whole life: a whore that couldn't handle a dick inside was as humiliating as an Irishman that couldn't hold his liquor. Overall, it was just a bad situation either way, and filled him with shame as other bois were staring at him with those odd questioning looks. He should have been the leader of the pack, but had shown what kind of silly amateur he was once he'd gotten here.

Although it took a long moment to get over his soreness and bewilderment, the unicorn was in a kind mood not to hurry the bird along before he was ready. A trait the stallion no doubt learned from training the more primitive animals that belonged to this unknown sultan of sex. Being a creature of some honor, Apollo obeyed the geas. It must have slightly surprised the unicorn though, as all his muscles under those tight clothes were tensed to spring and grab him in case the avian tried to flee. Maybe he would have tried flying away, but his wings felt unusually lighter than normal and he knew from that they'd been clipped and there was no way in hell they could carry him anymore. They looked nice and functional, but Apollo knew it was only for sake of appearances.

He looked at the steaming vat before him and noticed little clumps of pink or purple hair floating on the surface. He hoped none of that got in his beak when he went in. Nearby, two of the bois; the pretty antelope and the adorably little bullcalf both stood up from where they sat and held up pink towels at the ready. Towels that were dry, but dyed darkly to a feminized oblivion. It was at this point that he realized anything that came into contact with the dye would stay that color permanently.

Wanting to get it over, he put his first leg in and shivered as the water mildly burned him, slightly heated beyond comfortable tolerances. He pulled back only to notice that black claws and thin shins had turned a deep violet from the overall sissy murk. Purple, and it wasn't such a bad shade so far. After minor hesitation he went on up to his waist, his tail fluttering nervously as the bath kissed against the black skin of his anus and would no doubt have made it a more pleasing feminine tone than before. Certainly anyone seeing his rump from behind could more than easily mistake him for a hen!

Pretty soon he was up to his neck in the boiling trouble and afraid to dive under. The only thing that convinced him to finish was, silly enough, an unnamed urge to finish his "costume", as having a white head on a pink body seemed so mismatched and unkempt for someone obsessed with looking pretty. Apollo went under and gagged some as a little dye trickled in his nostrils to leave a sour vinegar taste on his tongue. "And after we're done here, I'll see to having a deer, dolphin, or piggy boi practice on you to get your virgin lovehole ready for our glorious sultan Bashir." That caused the bird to shiver. Although he hated being called a virgin after all the dirty depraved things he'd done on male admirer's laps during fake dances or out for pickups at gay bars, the incident with this dildo had shown he was more out of practice than he thought. And to think he was supposed to be learning how to take a draft horse!

Once he stepped out, he was surprised to find his butthole making little smooch sounds like kisses from every wading step he made. Although he blushed and tried to hide such lewd noises, everyone else was giggling as darkness covered him in bleak warmth and ruffled his feathers dry most vigorous until they were done. Only then was the area under his arms, groin, and tail dabbed as well. Pink and purple--it took him a moment to think of how he felt on that. "No, nevermind on the shackles and brand today. I can see from here I only have enough raw gold for one slave, and firing up the furnace just for branding irons isn't worth the time or effort. We'll get to it tomorrow, along with your little lion friend." Initially relieved by this reprieve, Apollo began to wonder about what it would be like to have something burn an impression into his bum like the complex variance of symbols all the other slaves wore.

The goat was also led in amongst the harem under a watchful sissy guard, but where did that leave Apollo to go? "You came here with a diaper on, yes? Let's see that you get a new one and a crib to yourself with nurse Jumbolove's care. The sissy baby wing of the harem is for those that need an especially humiliating punishment or slaves who genuinely crave such treatment. What shi does with you is up to hir, so be good." The unicorn cautiously explained, outlining such threats.

And truthfully, what little bit of hir work he did get to see made the avian boi all nervous, not surprisingly. Due to care taken with covering him up, not a part of him showed outside the towel except for his skinny legs and beak. In other words, he wound back up where he started, only much more pink. Apollo found himself blushing as he came back to the clinic in the midst of some activity that wasn't quite wholesome or professional. A lusty pink fox was eagerly bent over the exam table with his tail curled over his back as the elephant dunked a glass dildo--no, a penis-like thermometer two inches thick and eight inches long into a tub of nursery jelly that smelled strongly of talc and cooking oil. Once dipped in halfway and twisted around in the yellow mush for long enough, shi pulled it out with a hungry defeated slurp from the wide-mouthed container.

He didn't know if the fox had a fever or not, but assumed this to be a popular pretense among the sluts to get the nurse to play with their holes, as evidenced by the panting and overall vulpine excitement an erection outlined for all. "Now, sweety. I want you to say 'aaah'." Shi giggled, grinding the greasy tip on his anus but didn't actually go in.

The silly oversexed creature began with such a noise but soon lengthened it into a pleasureful 'oooh' and a fierce blush as the big lady slowly drilled his foxhole with slow turns from hir grip on the two bloated crystal balls at the end of the toy. Apollo stepped a little closer to notice that the heat measurements on the thermometer had been replaced by sexual suggestions for the patients' "well-being". Things from 'boring' to 'bitch in heat needing a rough plow'. He wondered what score he'd get, but knew that was likely for another time.

The unicorn had gone in the stable by himself to look after animals of a different sort while the elephant was doing, to put it charitably, "nurselike" things. It took no longer than a moment for a steady reading of 'hot under the hood' as shi pulled it out, wiped it on a paper towel, and dropped it in a jar of blue disinfectant filled by other dildos. Shi gave this young slut a slap on the bum and sent him along on his way. Only after that did shi finally pay attention to his presence once again. "Lord Fluffypants Von Tulips said this one should be diapered again till tomorrow. Master comes home from his business trip soon, so he'll decide what kind of TLC the bird needs later on" The bull sissy giggled out, balls hanging much lower and heavier in his bitty boi thong than any others'. His tail also switched around widely side to side, betraying some giffy horniness as he let out a soft effeminate dairy cow moo.

As shi turned to face them, Apollo gawked at two enormous lactating breasts the size of prizewinning watermelons. Shi looked strong enough to hold up and breastfeed a boi on each arm or hold them in place and spank their naughty little butts with hir trunk. "That's good, Bessy. Always room in my nursery for another cute girl. You want a bottle and diaper too, little heifer buns?" Nurse Jumbolove purred out thoughtfully in a sultry teasing tone while stroking a limp writhing hose of prehensile pachyderm cock.

It was clear by his reaction and dainty licks on his nose that the bovine bitch was very tempted by the offer. "No, sexy mommy. I have to do things to get ready for big daddy." His blush deepened and he tried to hide it, but wasn't so successful in stopping a pointy erection poking out of his thong like a pink dripping cone. Shi giggled and sighed with a disappointed flap of wide breezy veined ears to see him go, obviously in the mood to indulge a certain calf sissy with her African ellie charms.

One moment she grieved in mild regret to lose a favorite slut, and in the next hir big arms and trunk shot out at the blue jay and smothered his tiny body to hir toasty milkful bosom in less than a blink. "Welcome home, baby. I can tell we'll all have a lot of fun around here." Apollo blushed, one breast dripping milk into his feathers and the others' nipple had been put to his beak to force him to suckle. As he mildly resisted hir overbearing motherly charms, he wondered what kind of family he'd fallen in with, exactly.