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Punished by his Lord

For Greaver

Lord Greaver looked down at the pale human that had been brought before him. He didn't know the crime that the bound creature had committed; likely as not it had been poaching. A great deal of that had been going on lately. Or it could have been something along the lines of simple thievery, but if that were the case, then why had he his hands? Or it could have been something completely different, something that he wouldn't be able to guess in a great many years. After all, his father had set most of the laws, and he had been quite the insane one.

In any case, the human had been brought to him for sentencing, dressed in nothing more than a prison loincloth, with nothing to hide his lithe body from the lord's eyes, and as soon as the fox lord had seen the prisoner, he knew that something special was called for.

The nobles were dismissed, and the court was cleared, save for two or three guards that stood on the edges of the room, just in case the prisoner managed to get away from him. Confusion was clear on the human's face, and Greaver smiled as he watched the prisoner look one way, then the other, before looking up at him in confusion.

"You have been brought before me for judgment, human," Greaver said, slowly stepping down from his throne. His leather boots stepped lightly on the stone steps, the heels clicking softly as they came down. "Normally, your crime would warrant prison, or hanging, even." That wasn't even a lie; his madman of a father had been quite clear on punishment. Frequent and often, he believed. "But I believe that mercy may be in order for you."

"Please, lor', I did nothing! I beg -"

"Silence." The fox did not shout, but the human cringed anyway, lowering his eyes. "I said, I offer you mercy; a lesser punishment from my own hand. But you must always speak of it as if it were the greatest, and most fearful punishment in the land." Greaver paused, standing before the human, looking down at him. The prisoner was bound tightly, arms behind his back, ankles chained to one another. Kneeling, he almost came to the fox's crotch, and a few thoughts for later slipped into the lord's mind.

But that was for later. For now, he had something else that he wanted. "Is that understood, human? Can you swear to all that what I do to you now is the worst punishment that you will ever receive?" Greaver asked.

The human nodded, his mouth opening to ask what was going on.

Before he could, however, the fox's hand was on his shoulder. In a blur, the human was shoved to the ground, and the fox lord was seated upon his back. A grin so broad that it hurt spread across his face, showing his teeth as he caught his balance on the human's back. "Now, make sure that you count these out; I want to get all the way to one hundred, and I don't know if I can keep count through this whole thing."

"Keep cou-"

CRACK!

The human jerked under the lord as the fox's paw came down hard, smacking off of the human's muscled ass. Despite the hardness enforced by prison, Greaver was pleased to see a slight jiggle in the human's rear. "That's one; I'll count it for you this time, but you better keep counting from here on out," he warned.

He let the human nod before he turned back to the lovely ass cheeks in front of him. At least this prisoner was one that took care of himself, the young lord thought to himself. Cracking his knuckles, Greaver grinned again. This was going to be fun.

Crack! Crack! The pads of his paws slapped against those pale cheeks hard and fast, each time making the human yelp and whimper beneath him, the skin reddening under the quick slaps. "Two, three!" the human cried out, remembering what he was ordered.

Smack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Greaver grinned at the sound, at the way that it echoed through the throne room, and most of all, at how red that it was making the human's rear. Oh, he could already see that this was going to be a very sore ass by the time that he was done, and not for the usual reasons, either.

As the human counted up to seven, Greaver turned to one of the guards. "A paddle!" the fox called out. "I will not burn my hands disciplining this human."

As one of the guards quickly approached, the human looked back at him. A whimper slipped from the prisoner's lips, an unspoken plea for mercy resting on his lips. Greaver looked back at him as he spun the paddle in hand, wondering if the human would be stupid enough to say something; it would mean more punishment for him if he did.

Thankfully - and perhaps a little regretfully - the human kept his mouth shut. As the prisoner turned away from him, Greaver chuckled. "Good human," he said, turning to look back at the human's ass again. It was starting to turn slightly pink, and the human flinched as the fox dragged the smooth side of the paddle against the sensitive cheeks. The little whimper, pained mixed with something else, made the lord chuckle.

"Oh, be quiet. We haven't even started yet."

The End, For Now.

Sister's Taunting

For Damostat

Damo groaned softly to himself as he woke up, rubbing his face as he wiped some drool away. "Ugh...where did Moxie get a laser gun?" he muttered under his breath. The last thing he remembered before going to sleep was a big yellow blast of light hitting him in the face, and his sister's face behind it.

Shaking his head and chalking it up to that mad scientist that had moved in during the last week, he started to pull himself to his feet.

He paused as soon as he got to his feet and found one of the carpet fibers coming halfway up to his knee.

"Well, shit," Damo muttered under his breath. The brown bear looked around, realizing that things had changed while he was asleep. The table, formerly up to his knees, towered over him by what seemed like dozens of meters, if not more. The couch was even worse, and he didn't even want to think about how big the refrigerator would be compared to him now. "There goes dinner," he thought to himself.

A huffing gust of warm air nearly blew him off his feet, and he turned around to see what the heck it had come from.

"Well, well. It looks like that tigress was worth eating out after all."

Moxie, his sister, lay sprawled out on the carpet in front of him. Her face was turned up in a grin, and her teeth showed past her thick lips as she grinned wider and wider. She was naked, as usual, and her admittedly huge breasts pillowed out on each side of her body. The big brown bear looked at him like he was a meal...or a toy; neither were looks that were rare around her.

Before he could move more than a few inches, she reached out and snatched him up in one hand. He yelped as she shoved something hard against his crotch, pinching against his balls and his cock for a second before she pulled her fingers back. Desperate to make sure that his equipment was okay, the micro bear looked down at his crotch.

Covering his cock and balls was a giant wad of gum. It was chewed up and sticky, and when he tried to tug on it, all that he managed to do was sink his fingers into it. It sucked on them, kept him from pulling them free, or from uncovering his genitals either.

"Not that good a cock cage," Moxie said. "But it'll work for a while. Now, come on; I have a good place to keep you while I go visiting granny Vera."

Moxie rolled over onto her back before sitting up, and Damo was turned to face down towards his sister's pussy. It was puffy, wet, and very open. The white and yellow leaking out of the gaping hole told him that she'd been busy, and really recently too. Couldn't quite make out of it was a bull or a horse that had just had its way with his sister, but then again, it might have been both of them for all he knew; she tended to enjoy the big cocks the best, and in quantity.

She lowered him down there in a flash, and he barely had a chance to suck in a breath before she shoved him right into her slit. Immediately he was drenched in both her fragrant juices and the pungent scent of the various loads of cum inside of her, his fur soaked flat against his body as he was shoved in deeper and deeper. Thick fingers pressed against his rear, sinking him into her pussy up to his hips, and then further.

It was completely black and stiflingly hot inside of her, but despite that, Damo couldn't help but feel a grin growing along his muzzle. His sister might have him deep inside of her, and unable to get out, but she was going to have a very interesting time with their granny.

As she shoved him in even further, leaving just his feet sticking out from between her pussy lips, he took a more active role in the process. Being careful of his claws, Damo grabbed hold of the sides of her pussy walls, tugging himself in further. The wetness along the sides made it a little bit difficult, admittedly, but the way that they clenched at his touch, the way that they nearly squeezed him flat when he got in deep enough, was enough to tell him that he was having quite the effect on his sister.

Pausing what he judged to be a few inches inside, Damo looked down. He could see the ground falling away as Moxie pulled herself to her feet, and he chuckled. "Oh, sister, you're going to have a very fun time...long before you get to Vera," Damo thought to himself. "Just need to find the....there you are."

Finding the wrinkled, textured area that he knew all too well, Damo reached up and dragged his claws across it, ever so gently.

The touch sent his sister to her knees, and would have knocked him out of her pussy if it weren't for the way that she suddenly clenched on him. "Oooooh, naughty brother," he heard her whisper from outside.

Oh, if she thought that was naughty, she hadn't seen anything yet.

The End, For Now.

Marked By Magic

For Sigma

The king cheetah ran hard and fast across the field, knowing that the master of the town was right behind him. His legs pumped hard, his heart hammered against his chest, but he didn't slow down; he didn't dare. The crackle and light of magic chased him, and he knew that if he faltered even for a second, he would be caught in the punishment magic that pursued him.

He looked back, but could see nothing, nothing but the darkness and the lightning that crackled around it. The spell was still there, still right behind him. It was maybe ten feet behind him, a dozen at the most, and it chased him without rest, without the slightest break.

Sigma grunted, looking at the little artifact in his hand. It had been a little curiosity, something he picked up at a shop. If he'd known it belonged to the mage lord, he would have left it there and let the shop owner be punished for holding it.

But now...

A stick came out of nowhere, suddenly catching him against his ankles just hard enough to send him flying. He screamed in fear, almost flying in a full circle before he came down to earth, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

There was no chance to get to his feet. The magic was too close, and with a thunderous crack, it slammed into his spine.

Sigma screamed as he felt the magic flood through his body, knocking him forward a few paces from the impact of the spell. He felt the fire of the magic spreading through his body, burning in his veins as it filled him up, slidng into every little nook and cranny inside of his body.

And then, only when he felt that he was filled to the brim, did the magic start to affect him.

Even in the dark he could see that his fur was beginning to change. The spotted grays along his coat started to darken, shift. The decorations and patterns that he had been used to for years began to break down, forming into two solid colors, white in the center, towards his chest and stomach, and black elsewhere. He was twitching, shaking too much from the way that the magic was making him convulse, but he could see that much.

The magic flipped him onto his back, and he grunted as he was forced down hard against the ground, the power of the spell manipulating his body as much as it was changing it. He was forced to watch as his muzzle grew, stretching out further from his face as it got longer, yet narrower. The feline shuddered as his teeth, his jaws were pulled along with it, keeping it from collapsing as his face grew less flat and a little more lengthy, though never to the size of a fox's muzzle; that would have been far too long, far too long indeed for what he was becoming.

As his fur shifted into the two new colors, growing slightly longer at the same time, Sigma felt another sensation, a tingling, pushing sensation in his chest. He looked down, breathing hard, panting from the exertion his body was being put through.

Before his eyes, he could see that his chest was pushing out, further and further. The nipples were the center of the growth, but lumps were forming behind them, lumps that quickly turned into larger bumps as they ballooned bigger and bigger. His shirt, what remained of it after the magic had zapped his fur and his clothes both, lifted from the pressure pushing up from below before falling to the side.

Revealed beneath it were two large breasts, breasts that were still growing bigger and bigger. They slowed once they had a large C cup, but they continued to grow even then.

The magic freed him from its grip, at least enough for him to move, and Sigma immediately reached for his chest, holding the breasts in his hands. They were not fake, but fully real. He could feel them sinking and giving under his fingers, and unfamiliar, yet still pleasurable feelings slipped through his body as he felt them under his fingers, and he had to fight to keep from groping them as they finally finished growing, ending at the large scale of D's.

"Wait..." He looked down at himself. If his chest had changed...then had he -

Fingers dived into his pants, feeling around for his cock. He whimpered, flailing around as he tried to find the bulge that he'd had for all of his life, desperate for the feeling of his shaft or his balls, for anything that showed that he was still male.

All he found was a disappearing lump, one that was rapidly sinking into his body just above an opening gash. Sigma shuddered as he briefly felt pleasure from both his disappearing sac and his forming slit, before his body slurped his last ball into his body, just like an olive might be swallowed into a mouth.

He...or rather, she, collapsed into the field, new striped tail raised high over her body. A small magical mark, silver colored, marked his arm with the sign of the thief, and as property of the lord.

Shaking her head, Sigma looked back at the town, and wondered what she would do now.

The End, For Now.

Be Spelled, Feet

For Friske

The scroll weighed somewhat heavily in Crisp's hand, the white and black wolf wondering if it was worth actually using. After all, the magician had said he could go back and get his money back if he really wanted...and it wouldn't be that much of a walk to go back and get the money.

But then again, if he did go back, then he'd never know if the magic actually worked. And he had been trying to find something that worked for a very long time.

He looked at the scroll, looking at the way that the paper looked just like parchment from fantasy stories. He'd never seen the like, even in some of the souvenir shops that different conventions and history stores had; they'd always looked a little fake, while this looked like a real scroll from centuries ago. He'd even gotten the chance to see the magician writing out the spell on it.

His face still burned at the thought of what he had asked for. A scroll to help him, of all things, dance. It was embarrassing to say that he couldn't, particularly when he was looking for a good person to spend a night with. They always wanted to dance, but he just couldn't get out there and do it. Something about the music always threw him off, always pushed him off his rhythm, and he ended up embarrassing not only himself but whatever potential date that he had at the time.

Clenching his fist around the scroll, Crisp decided to keep it. Hell, if it worked, he would go back to that magician and give him a tip, another couple bucks if he needed.

Of course, he wasn't about to wait until he got onto the dance floor to test it out. That was the only part of the magician's instructions that didn't make any sense to him; if he was going to be casting a spell that would work whenever music was playing, shouldn't he get the spell cast before the music started? That way he could be ready, the wolf thought to himself.

Just needed to find a place to duck into; people probably wouldn't want to see a spell come to life on the street, all things considered.

Ducking down an alleyway, Crisp made sure that no one was looking before opening the scroll and looking at the words written inside. According to the mage, he didn't need to read it, just had to -

As soon as he looked at the spell, it came to life. The letters rose off of the page, floating into the air and spinning around him. "It works," Crisp muttered to himself, a small smile growing on his muzzle as he spun in a circle to watch the letters spinning around him. He let out a slow chuckle, a smile growing larger and larger on his face as they continued to spin.

But just as he was about to give a fist pump of triumph, something went wrong.

The letters went from black to red, and they flared angrily around him. Throwing up his arms, Crisp could only watch as they suddenly started spinning in the opposite direction, the letters getting smaller and smaller as they flowed down towards his feet. They burned read as they surrounded his shoes, burning them right off of his feet before they soaked directly into his fur, and into the skin beneath, a mild heat surrounding his toes before the letters disappeared.

Crisp tried to run, but his legs wouldn't obey his commands. They held still, and he was forced to watch the letters continued to rain down, circle around his feet. They grew warmer and warmer as they were covered by the letters, to the point where he felt a few little beads of sweat flowing out from the bottom of them, making them wet against the street. Yet, despite that, he couldn't pull away. He almost didn't want to, like it was a fascination that he had to see through to the end.

The last of the letters eventually flowed into his feet, leaving him barefoot in the alley. Crisp shuddered as the spell finally finished, taking a slow step to the side, as though afraid that the spell would try and burn him, bracing himself for any sort of effect.

When nothing happened, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was just...just a dud spell, then. There was nothing -

Whistle whistle, DUM. Whistle whistle, DUM. A flute and drum, he realized. Kind of a catchy beat, too, for that matter, he thought, tapping his foot lightly a few times.

He shook his head as the song continued. "Heh, I better get home," Crisp said. He started to turn -

-only for his feet to carry him in the other direction. They weren't walking, either, but tapping, dancing, stepping to the music. When the wolf tried to pull them in the other direction, they refused, only carrying him closer to the music.

"Oh crap," the wolf muttered. Maybe he should have read the directions after all.

The End, For Now.

The Womb of the Sea

For Drake

It had been an interesting day for Havok, finding the Womb of the Sea.

The blue gemstone was the size of his fist, and considering that he was a dragon - even if a slightly scrawnier one - that meant something. It glowed with a deep pulsing light, purple in color, and it had fascinated him the moment that he laid eyes on it, seeing it through the water near the shoreline.

Hand going from white to slightly blue in the cold water, he'd picked it up, and carried it with him in a little pouch, intending to walk down the beach to see if he could find anything else. At the time, he hadn't known what he'd picked up.

It wasn't until he was halfway down the beach that he even realized that it was magical.

It had come over him in pulsing blue waves, slowly spreading over his hip before he could look down and see it. The magical energy ate through the shirt and jeans he wore, ripping through the waistband enough to make the pants slide right off his hips and fall to the ground below. That was what caught his attention, and he whipped his head around to see what was causing this.

The dragon's eyes went wide as he watched the colors at his hip start to shift, black growing into the scales with each pulse from the gem. "What the heck," Havok muttered, looking down at the blue light, at the changing colors. He grabbed the pouch, intending to take the gem out and keep it from affecting him further.

However, as soon as he grabbed the pouch, the blue light started to spread over his fingers as well, and they thickened with every pulse from the gem. Havok stared as they turned black on the back, and white along the underside, growing thicker and longer with each throb of power that went up his arms. He groaned softly, shaking his head as the claws slid back into his fingers, disappearing and leaving his fingers smooth.

As he struggled with the pouch, trying to open it, trying to do something, anything to get the gem free, he could only watch as his body continued to change. Part of his body remained white, but most of it was rapidly changing black, rolling over his body like a flood of ink, and shining in the sunlight as it was exposed, his body growing under his clothes.

He barely noticed it at first. It was a slight growth, but then he felt his shirt tightening around his chest. He looked down, and stared as his shirt rapidly lost its looseness, the muscles growing into his body pushing the shirt out. he could spot little rips starting to form in the cloth, and he shuddered as he realized that he was going to be walking home naked, considering that his pants had fallen off, his shirt was ripping, and even if the waistband in his pants hadn't been destroyed, his legs were now too long and thick to fit into them.

They spread a little wider as growing muscle and changing shape forced them to spread wide, and it didn't help that his equipment was moving out of his body, hanging low and growing larger by the second. Big black orbs hung between his legs, rubbing against his thighs as they grew big and wide, almost to the point of absurdity before they stopped.

A black cock hung between his legs, and he blushed as the continuing transformation started to make it grow upwards, outwards, begging for some attention. His new, large hands twitched towards it, but he held himself back, not wanting to start something he couldn't stop in the middle of the beach.

His toes curled in the sand as they shifted as well, toes slowly melting together, one by one disappearing until there was only two equal sized toes on each foot. They rubbed against each other, wiggling lightly as they changed, thickened, shifted.

Unable to ignore the changes, Havok rushed to the water, needing to see what he was becoming. He leaned over the water, watching the waves coming in and out, watching for any sign of what was happening to his face as the blue light spread over it.

Reaching the water just in time, he watched as his horns shrunk back into his head, sliding out of sight in seconds. The black and white spread over his head, the black covering the top, and the white running along the bottom of chin. His lips fattened, spreading across the front of his face as it rounded, grew bigger. His tongue swelled in his mouth, and he knew that it was growing much bigger to match his new mouth.

The light went off one more time, and it blinded Havok for a second before it went down again. When the light cleared, he saw an orca standing where a dragon had stood, complete with a flipper for a tail and a large muscled body.

"Well...didn't expect that."

The End, For Now.

The Unfortunate Skype Call

For Taiko

Reign had never really bothered with Skype calls before; they were an annoying blend of the personal and impersonal, and they felt just...weird to him. Not to mention that his tailcock tended to get in the way when he was trying to talk to people in person at the best of times, and he couldn't keep as much attention on it during a Skype call as he could in person.

But now that he was living so far away from the rest of the Akito's, he figured that he needed to be able to get in touch with them now and then, so he picked up a used laptop, and brought it back to his new apartment. Grumbling under his breath, he set it up in the corner of the living room, and set up an comfortable chair to work with next to it. It was pretty run down looking, but it was comfortable, and that was really all that mattered to the half dragon, half pangolin.

It was weird, though; the computer was ridiculously fast and worked very well for the price that he had gotten it at. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn it was almost brand new. Even the wolf that had sold it to him was strange; he walked all bow legged, like he had been hit between the legs, or had been sitting on something that was too...well, he knew the feeling of something too big being rammed up the rear, and the wolf had been looking kind of like that when he was walking around. Weirder still, he hadn't put off any sort of vibes that he usually got from people that liked that kind of play, and had looked really offended when Reign had offered a little fun later.

He brushed it off, though; living so far away, he needed to take the deals he could get, particularly when Bruha and Kaito and Taiko weren't going to be able to help him out for a while. There'd been references to trouble with a shapeshifter and a chaos wielding mouse of all things, but they weren't being too specific about that. Just like usual.

So, he finished getting his apartment ready over the course of the day, and when it was finally dark outside, he figured he couldn't put it off any longer. The rest of the family needed to be called at some point.

Sitting down in the comfy chair, he looked at the laptop screen, watching it boot up. The camera indentation made him sigh; it was just looking at him, blankly. The impersonal stare of a machine; god it got annoying sometimes.

Just as he opened Skype, though, the light next to the camera turned on. "Huh...that's weird, I didn't turn on the camera," Reign muttered to himself. He looked at the computer screen, trying to figure out what he might have clicked.

Just as he was about to open up one of the chat windows on his Skype messenger, though, his body suddenly slammed back against the chair. His jaws clicked together as his mouth clenched, stopping his screams before they could leave his mouth.

As he struggled against invisible restraints, the reptile could only watch as one of his arms lifted off of the chair, moving to the mousepad. Reign wasn't moving it, really he wasn't, but it moved on its own. His eyes got wider and wider as the computer moved away from Skype, and instead moved towards one of the mutual cam sites that he'd seen around the internet.

His other hand lifted to the keyboard, and the reptile was helpless as they signed him up and logged him into the site, somehow signing him up for an account that would allow him to...to show off 24/7?! How the hell would he manage to do that? Not even going into the why, but how?!

As the profile put itself together and the site started looking for members that enjoyed what he was offering - chubby guys, eager holes, cocks that could cum multiple times (though that was a blatant lie) - his body leaned back against his chair, shucking off his pants before he could do anything to fight it. His shirt followed, and all of his clothes were thrown off and away.

It was only after they were out of the way that he realized that his tailcock was right in the middle of the screen, rubbing the dripping tip of itself against the front of his face. Reign groaned, trying to fight whatever was making him do this, but it forced his mouth open anyway. A little yelp was quickly silenced as the tailcock forced its way deep into his mouth, and despite his frustration at the mysterious loss of control, he moaned around it, his tongue strangely more pleasurable than usual; maybe it was because he wasn't trying to do this.

The tail pulled itself down just as the webcam started showing him off. The screen was filled with his body, his cock, and - as his body adjusted itself again - his ass. He could see on the screen that he was starting to tease himself with his tailcock, rubbing it against his ass, and the number of viewers was rapidly going up.

"Oh god," he muttered. He came out here for a new life, a new career. He never thought he'd become a possessed porn star.

The End, For Now.

Rutting by the River

For Sunkit

Summer had more than one heat to worry about, for Sunkit; there was the heat of the noon-day sun, and there was the heat that came over every darn otter on the riverbanks, and males were no more exempt from it than the females were.

For him, it was particularly bad, because he was one of those otters whose rut didn't go into his cock, but into his ass. It meant that, instead of trying to take his pleasure with some of the females or getting with another male for some mutual relief, he wanted to bend over for every passing thing with a cock and beg it to ram its shaft up his ass. It was humiliating, extremely humiliating, to the point where he needed to be away from most of them so that he didn't turn into the river slut for the entire two weeks that it went on.

Sitting behind a rock further up the river, past where most of the otters tended to go, Sunkit looked down at his cock. Just because the heat was in his ass didn't mean that he didn't get erect, and at the moment, he was hard as hell. His cock dripped pre, and he was so sensitive that he could feel it running down his cock, the little streams of it leaving clear trails down the side of his cock before they dripped along the sides of his balls.

He could have jerked off, but that was never enough for him. Much as it annoyed him, the only way to get rid of this was to bend over and get mounted, even if it was by another male that would likely spread the story all over the place, from the river to the hills to the road, and then back again.

Even now it was taking a ton of self control to not reach back and start sliding a finger or two into his hole. Constantly keeping them busy out of fear that they might slide back there before he could stop them, Sunkit was almost driving himself out of his mind.

All of a sudden, he heard a stick break behind him. On his feet in less than a second, the naked otter leaped behind the stone next to him, looking into the woods beside the river, searching for what had made that noise.

At the sight of the great bear before him, the otter's eyes went wide. It was a massive creature, walking on two legs like him, rather than the wild things that were deeper in the woods. His belly was slightly larger, a bit chubby, but not enough to really put him off.

What really caught his eyes, though, was the musky cock that was sticking out of the swollen sheath at his crotch.

The thing was enormous, absolutely huge. Sunkit had to clench his teeth together and purse his lips to keep from drooling, and even that only made him need to swallow. His nose was filled with its heady male scent, and he had to fight the urge to leap out from behind the rock and present himself, beg to be hammered hard from behind. He could even feel his hole twitching, tightening and loosening as it begged to be filled by that cock.

Looking at him with a chuckle, the bear smiled. "Heh, what are you doing so far away from the rest of yer kind, otter?" he asked.

"Just...keeping out of the way during -"

He broke off as he saw the bear sniffing the bear. Wide black nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, and Sunkit suddenly felt all too conscious of his nudity. Shuffling a little further behind the stone, he watched as the bear looked back down at him, smirking.

"Oh, you're one of them otters, are ya?" the bear said, taking a step forward that seemed to thunder through the forest. "One of them tailraising males, huh?"

"No, no, I-"

"Don't lie, I can smell it on ya," the bear said, rounding the stone and grabbing Sunkit by the tail. The otter yelped as he was turned around, shoved up against the stone. The bear's cock pressed between his ass cheeks, and he shuddered at the feeling of pre running down between his ass cheeks, teasing him and taunting him with the heat, with the wetness leaking off of the tip.

The bear shoved Sunkit's rudder off to the side, keeping his ass and hole exposed, and wormed a finger inside of him. He laughed as Sunkit clenched down on it tightly, and spanked the otter with a broad paw. "Oh, you want it bad, don't you, you little slut?"

"Ooooh..." He blushed, shaking his head slowly. "I...I don't -"

"Yeah you do," the bear said. The finger pulled out, and Sunkit barely had a chance to catch his breath before the bear's cock tip was rubbing against his hole. "Heh, you want it, don't ya? Want it bad...Well, tell me you want it, slut, and maybe you'll just get it."

"I..." Sunkit couldn't handle it. His rut was getting worse by the day, and he needed it now if he was going to make it through the weeks sane. "Give it to me...please..."

Rather than getting filled, he was swung around again. His stomach flattened as the bear swung him over his shoulder, and he groaned as he was carried away. "Not here...I'm going to make you my toy, slut; hope you like caves."

Honestly...he didn't think that would be too bad. Caves could be fun.

The End, For Now.

How Werewolves Pay

For Rey

June groaned softly as she woke up on the doctor's table, the steel of the examination table cold against her furry back. "Ugh..." she groaned as she blinked at the light above her. "So...what's the damage, doc?"

"Nothing too serious; couple of bits of wood that didn't get all the way out with your healing," the doctor, a six tailed kitsune, said from her side. Running water told her that he was washing off his instruments after the work that he'd put her through. "Might want to watch what you're doing in the future; that could have been pretty problematic for you if you had let it keep going untreated."

"Heh...Thanks, I'll try and remember that next time," she said. She started to get up -

-only to realize that she was still strapped down to the examination table. Leather and metal wrapped around her chest - above and below her breasts, forcing them up and into prominence, she only now noticed - as well as along her legs and arms, the latter held tight against her sides and the former held spread open. A light breeze through the examination room made her shudder at the temperature difference against her all too exposed pussy.

The kitsune turned around, and she blushed as she realized that his white coat was undone, his cock spilling out of his sheath into the open. It was still hardening, but she could tell where his thoughts were going, and how big it was going to end up. "Come on, doc, let me out..." she said, as if it were a big joke.

"Do you have anything to pay that wasn't in your pockets?" the kitsune asked.

"Pay?" She blinked, shaking her head. "...No. I thought that weres could come here and get fixed up?"

"They can, but they still have to pay, just like everyone else," the doctor said. "If you don't have some money to pay for your treatment, then you're going to have to pay in a different way."

"You have got...got to be kidding," June muttered, tugging at the bonds. It was no good; the doctor had tied her down but good.

Her struggles halted and her eyes went wide as the kitsune's fuzzy paw laid over one of her breasts. His fingers stroked along the sides of it, rubbing up along the swell of her left breast until it reached her nipple. He pinched it just hard enough for her to wince slightly, and looked down, meeting her eyes with his. "I do not kid, ma'am. Now, will you be willing with this? I will make sure that it's not too bad for you if you don't fight against it."

"....Fine. But you better not knock me up; I don't want to have to pay you again for another procedure."

"Ma'am, trust me, I'm a professional." The kitsune chuckled, one of his tails swiping out from behind him, rubbing up against his rising erection. "Not that kitsunes and weres can truly interbreed, but it never hurts to be safe, does it? Would this suffice for you?"

She looked down, seeing that the shimmering red rocket cock that the kitsune had was now covered with a thin sheeting of rubber. Kitsune magic was good for something, she thought; here's hoping that it wasn't some sort of trickery on his part. Nodding her head, June laid her head back down on the examination table, looking up at the ceiling as the doctor got on top of the table with her.

There was no foreplay, no neatness; the kitsune just leaped on top of her and started humping away, the slightly cool condom on his cock a dramatic counterpoint to the near freezing metal beneath her. She couldn't quite stop a gasp as he slid inside of her, and gritted her teeth, determined not to let out another one as the kitsune had his fun with her body.

She should have known he was a breast man, she thought as he pumped his hips against her, his cock deep in her pussy and his face deep in her cleavage. Rolling her eyes at the perverted doctor, she looked up at the ceiling, grunting now and then as his cock pressed against a spot inside of her that was particularly sensitive. Almost against her will, she started to get a little wet, a little damp from the feeling of his cock inside of her.

It wasn't until she felt his knot pushing against her that she went wide eyed, and looked down. "Don't you dare-"

"Consider it...operation fee," the kitsune said as he rammed his hips forward again, the knot passing between between her pussy lips and sealing the doctor inside of her. She felt spurts of cum inside of her - she should have known that damn condom was an illusion - and felt the warmth of his cum spreading through her. She shuddered in an unwilling mini-orgasm of her own, but her face twisted up in a snarl that was anything but aroused.

When the kitsune pulled his face out of her cleavage, June snapped her teeth. "You better hope that knot goes down before these chains break," she snarled, the leather starting to creak and the metal starting to moan as she started tugging at them again.

The kitsune looked decidedly worried, as he should; June knew that knot wasn't going down for another thirty minutes, at least.

She had plenty of time.

The End, For Now.