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'And finally, as you all know, this year, by common agreement and for the first time, we will be offering a Short Straw slave for sale,' announced the lacertian Master of Ceremonies. 'All the masters - many if not most of whom would never consider being submissive furs - thought that this idea would add so much interest and amusement to the proceedings that they were willing to risk their own position and prestige by agreeing to the Short Straw protocol. In short, they all assembled yesterday and each drew a black Straw of Destiny - knowing that the unlucky extractor of the short one would automatically be selected for tonight's final auction item.' The lizard paused, allowing the whispers of speculation and anticipation to ripple around the small hall. 'And so, without any further delay,' intoned the reptile, somewhat ironically given how long he was stretching out the introduction, 'it's now time for me to announce the unfortunate puller of that abridged straw.' Another wave spread across the audience; this time one of hush. 'It's time for me to share with you the name of that ill-fated fur,' continued the lizard, sweeping his gaze over the expectant attendees. 'Time for me to reveal the master whose shoulder misfortune chose to lay her cold and unwelcome clawed hand upon. Time for me to divulge the identity of that -'

'Get on with it!' heckled a frustrated corgi from the back row.

'Tell us! Tell us!!' began to chant the gathered furs.

'Kye,' blurted the lizard. 'Our good friend, dragon master Kye, was misfortunate enough to draw the short Straw of Destiny, and I present him unto you now.'

An otter stepped out of the wings and up onto the stage, holding the red leather handle of a long chain leash in his sleek furry paw. Following behind, bearing a rough old brown leather collar fastened to the submissive end of the lead, was a white furry dragon who had his front paws cuffed behind his back, and his hind paws manacle-chained together. His yellow whiskers drooped in the epitome of forlornness. It could have been any of the masters up on stage, but this evening misfortune's clammy hand had chosen _his_scapula.

'Kye! Kye! Kye!' shouted the spectating furs.

'So,' said the lizard, knocking a gavel on to his lectern and achieving instant, excited silence. 'So, who would like to open the bidding for this fine draconian specimen?'

*

'Where are we going?' asked Kye, huddled beside his pet skunk on the back seat of Diesel's jeep.

'My uncle's got a farm near here,' replied the doberman, driving. 'I sometimes drop in and help him out.'

'Is that why you bid for both of us? Cheap manual labour for your farm?'

'Manual labour? Maybe, I guess,' answered the dog. 'But you served me well after last the auction, dragon boi, so when you drew that short straw I just couldn't resist bidding again.'

'Yes,' said Kye ruefully. 'But that was pet's fault last time, he put our names in the wrong boxes.'

'That's the other reason I bid for both of you,' said Diesel. 'You two go together, like ... like ... paws and pads, muzzles and whiskers, tails and holes. It wouldn't have been right for me to bid for the dragon without the skunk, or skunk without the dragon. Isn't that right, skunky?'

'Yes, Master,' the little striped pet replied meekly.

Master? Kye thought to himself; his pet was calling the doberman his master, but it was him - the white furry dragon - who was the skunk's master. At least, that was Kye's brief line of thought until his mind reeled it in with memories of that evening's auction and the rough leather slave collars presently fitted about their necks.

'Well, here we are,' said Diesel, steering off the main road and driving down a stony dirt track. 'We've had this estate in our family for generations, and it's where I spent my pup-hood before being sent away to boarding kennel school. All the fields around here belong to my uncle; that's the farm-house up ahead, and we've got some stables over there to the right.'

The dragon and skunk peered first out of the grimy windscreen, to see an impressive single-storey farm-house spreading itself in the distance, and then out of their right-hand window, where they saw an old stone stable-house at the end of a long driveway.

'I've not yet fixed some of the holes in the stable roof,' confessed Diesel, 'but it ain't raining so that shouldn't be a problem.'

'Uh-huh?' murmured Kye, absent-mindedly. Then, realising the potential significance of the doberman's last remark, he added, 'Why, is that where we're going to be working?'

'Where you're going to be passing the night, yeah,' said Diesel, turning right at a small junction and heading towards the solitary building.

*

'Right, guys,' said Diesel, pulling his car to a halt outside the stables. 'I'm going to let you out, and I want you to stand beside each other, with your legs spread and your paws on your head. All right? Skunk, I want you on the dragon's right. And from now on, no talking unless to answer a question or if I give you permission. If either of you need to speak, raise a paw or address me as Master. Clear?'

'Yes, Master,' replied the dragon and skunk, stepping out of the jeep and assuming their instructed positions.

'Good, good,' said Diesel, walking around to stand in front of his new slaves for the evening; they were both standing together, the skunk on the dragon's right, with their hind paws spread apart and their fore paws overhead as instructed. A soft breeze blew across the vast, flat countryside around them; over in the western sky, an amber orb was slowly dipping towards the horizon, casting tangerine hues over the few light fluffy clouds that were scattered overhead. The evening air remained warm.

'Master?' asked Kye.

'Dragon?'

'This ... This collar is very rough, Master. I brought one of my pet's spare ones, might I wear that instead?'

'Oh?' said the doberman. 'Those slave collars are rough?'

'Rather, Master, yes,' said the dragon. 'I think they get a lot of use, and there's no padding, and they're kind of a one size fits all affair, and they're very wide and pretty heavy what with all the D-rings around them, so obviously -'

'And you brought one of your pet's spare collars?'

'It's in the car, Master, on the back seat.'

'I see,' said Diesel, returning to his jeep and fetching a luxurious, padded velvet, rainbow-striped dog collar. 'This it?' he asked, holding the bright garment in front of the dragon's muzzle.

'That's the one, Master.'

'How's_your_ slave collar, skunk?' asked the doberman, turning to the little striped animal standing beside the dragon. Boo gave a small shrug in reply.

'Sorry?' asked Diesel.

'It's not too bad, Master,' the skunk replied quietly. 'I-I've had worse.'

'And is this one of your collars?' asked the dog, dangling the rainbowed band in front of Boo.

'Yes, Master. It... It's my presentation collar for special occasions.'

The doberman turned towards the dragon: 'The skunk says it's his.'

'No!' squeaked Boo. 'No, I didn't say that! I mean ... yes it's mine, kinda, but Master can wear it.'

'Master?' Diesel retorted, arching an eyebrow at the skunk.

'Kye! Kye can wear it. The dragon. The dragon can wear it,' said Boo, becoming rather flustered. How was he meant to refer to his usual master during their period of mutual and egalitarian enslavement?

'Dragon?' asked Diesel, turning to Kye.

'W-What?' asked Kye.

'I beg your pardon?' barked the doberman, tetchily.

'What,Master?' Kye tried again.

'That's better,' said Diesel. 'About this collar. Just help me out here for a moment. You want to wear your pet's presentation collar, because your slave collar is too rough? Is that right, or am I getting confused?'

'Well, I -'

'A simple yes or no will suffice,' said Diesel.

'It's just that I -'

'Yes or no?'

'Yes. No. I mean... I mean...' The dragon paused and reflected; perhaps his wish had been a little selfish, and one of the responsibilities of an owner was - despite everything - to look after the welfare of their pet. 'If ... If it pleases you, Master, then if either of us should get to wear that collar, it should be my pet, Master.'

'You sure? You're not just saying that?'

The dragon shook his head vigorously, then nodded. 'No, I'm not just saying it; yes, he should wear it.'

'Skunk, wanna change collars?' asked the doberman, holding out the splendid item and offering it to Boo in exchange for his coarse slave's collar.

'I... I know my place, Master,' said the little pet. 'This slave collar is fine. It... It's right for me.'

'There, see?' asked Diesel, turning to Kye. 'Your pet's got bigger balls than you have.'

'Yes, Master. Sorry, Master. It won't happen again,' replied the dragon, hanging his head with shame.

'I should hope not,' snapped the doberman. 'Now, time's getting on and we've not even started. Come on, you two.' And with that, the dog produced a length of chain and attached one end to each pet's collar, joining the two slaves together. Then he fixed an additional heavy leash to the scruffy leather neck-band around the dragon's neck. 'Keep your paws on your head, and follow me,' he ordered. Diesel walked towards the stable, followed closely by Kye who was in turn tailed by his pet skunk Boo.

*

'All right, you two, strip,' said Diesel, curtly, having positioned the skunk and dragon near some bales of hay at one end of the stable building. 'Shirts, trousers, shoes and socks,' he added, leaning casually against a wall to observe the undressing. 'Everything except your briefs - we'll spare your blushes for the moment.'

Boo and Kye looked around them. They were in a large, open part of the stables, with a straw-covered concrete floor. The rough stone walls were lined with horse tack - stirrups, bits, harnesses and other curious metal or leather contraptions. A row of six bare light bulbs hung from the ceiling, illuminating them and the half-dozen empty box stalls that ran along one side. Nearby, the wide stable door they had entered was still open, offering views to the desolate outside world. At the far end of the stables, a wide walkway led around to what was probably another set of horse stalls at the back. Boo and Kye exchanged a nervous glance, then together lowered their paws and began to unbutton their shirts and trousers. Kye, unused to receiving orders to strip, fumbled apprehensively with his buttons and took twice as long as Boo to remove his clothes.

'Hmm, not bad, not bad,' conceded the doberman as his two slaves completed their undressing. 'Paws back on your head, and legs wide apart.' The dog walked around behind them, snapping 'Eyes front!' when the dragon ventured a quick glance back. 'You keep yourself in pretty good shape,' said Diesel, tracing a doggy digit over Kye's biceps, then running it all the way down his white furry back. 'And' - here the dog ruffled the dragon's hair, then grabbed a tuft and pulled it backwards, forcing Kye to tilt his head up - 'you keep yourself pretty well groomed. That's important, and it pleases me.' Next, Diesel padded over to stand behind the skunk. 'And this here's your pet?' The doberman leaned forwards, brushed a lock of Boo's blue hair to one side, and snuffled the nape of the skunk's neck. 'You wash?' he asked. 'Yes, Master, I bathe every day,' replied Boo. 'Behind the ears and between the toes?' asked Diesel, bending the skunk's ears this way and that, looking for dirt. 'Oh, yes, Master. I wash all over. All over.' The doberman stepped around and stood in front of the small striped animal, then noticed his chest. 'You're pretty furry,' he said. 'Thank you, Master,' replied the skunk. 'I do like that in a slave,' Diesel mused, running his paw down Boo's chest-fur, starting at the little animal's adam's apple and continuing to his belly-button. 'All the more to grab hold of,' added the doberman, grinning. 'Um, yes, Master,' replied the skunk with a gulp. 'Although you seem to be packing a ... handle ... anyway,' said Diesel, stretching his paw a few inches lower and clamping it around the skunk's boxer shorts. 'Meep!' squealed Boo with surprise. 'Something's gotten you excited?' asked the dog. 'Um, um, um,' mumbled the skunk, his furry muzzle turning vivid hues of crimson. 'And what about you, dragon boi?' asked Diesel, releasing the skunk and moving across to stand with his snout barely inches from Kye's face. 'You excited, boi?' asked the dog, but before Kye could reply the doberman's paw had already found both the dragon's cock and the rather obvious answer that the dominant dog was searching for. 'Oooh, it seems to me that you are one very excited boi,' observed Diesel. The dog took a few steps backwards, stroked his furry jaw and inspected his charges. 'Two _very_slutty, subby slaves. Two little bitch bois,' he said to himself happily.

'Who's up for a little game?' asked Diesel.

Silence.

'No takers?' the dog asked again. Boo swallowed, and Kye licked his lips.

'You wanna just stand there all night, with your little timid dicks tucked away, afraid to play?' jeered Diesel.

'What kind of game?' asked Kye.

'Master!' Boo squeaked under his breath. 'You don't ask questions like that!'

'The little pet's right,' said Diesel, stepping up to Kye and cupping the dragon's jaw in a large doggy paw. 'Although the dragon's_not_ his master tonight,' he added sternly, looking at Boo who nodded his head to acknowledge the mistake. 'Slaves don't ask questions like that, boi,' said Diesel, pushing a furry digit up against Kye's lips to indicate that the dragon should remain silent rather than be so insolent.

'We'd love to play your game, Master,' said the skunk. 'Please, Master.Pweaze.'

'Oh my, oh my, oh my,' said Diesel, looking at Boo. 'You are way too cute, skunk boi. I hope you appreciate the pet you've got, dragon boi?' he asked, turning back to Kye.

'He's... He's a good pet,' admitted the dragon. 'And...' he continued with obvious effort, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, 'and we would both love to play your game.'

'Oh, really?' asked Diesel.

'Yes,' said Kye.

'Yes...?' pressed Diesel.

'Yes, Master,' replied Kye, still struggling with his new lowly role.

'You don't sound convinced...'

'Oh please, Master. Oh please. Please. Yes we want to play it,' said Kye. 'A lot,' he added. 'Please.'

'Your owner needs more practice being subby,' Diesel remarked to the skunk. 'You ought to get switchy and dom him more, because that kind of begging is pretty feeble. "Oh please, Oh please,"' he repeated, mocking the dragon's words. 'You do dom him now and again, little skunk?'

Boo gave an apologetic shrug by way of saying, No, actually, he didn't have a dommy strand of fur in him.

'Tch, young furs today,' said Diesel, shaking his head. 'Ah, well, there's still time for you, skunky boi, but don't leave it too late because your owner is severely lacking in discipline,' he scolded. 'Anyway, slaves, paws down behind your back,' ordered the doberman, stepping up behind the two furs and fixing paw-cuffs to each of them. 'And you won't be needing these,' he added, yanking down their boxer shorts. Immediately, two proud organs sprang to rigid and very erect attention as both the furs found themselves chained together, buck naked, paws cuffed, legs spread, standing in front of the masterful doberman and visible to anybody who happened to walk past the open stable door. 'Now,' said the dog, looking around the stables. 'In there,' he said, indicating an empty horse stall strewn with straw. 'In there and lay down, sixty-nine style.'

Boo followed Kye into the bay, then pet and owner carefully lowered themselves down amongst the straw, Boo's skunk head close to Kye's dragon groin and vice-versa. The rough bedding scratched and pricked at their fur, and the earthy concrete ground below smelled not a little of horses and their piss.

'Perfect,' said Diesel, closing the wooden gate and leaning over the top to look down at the two slaves lying naked on the straw-covered floor, each with paws cuffed behind their back, face and mouth inches away from their partner's rampant cock and heavy hairy balls. 'Now then, the rules, the rules,' said the canine. 'Can I remember the rules? Ah, yes. Uh-huh. That's right. You fuck each other, however you want, and the first one to cum, well he loses. Clear? Good. Get started.'

The skunk and dragon turned to look up towards the doberman, still leaning on the gate of their stall.

'Sorry, too complicated?' asked Diesel.

'Fuck ... how?' asked Kye.

'However you want,' replied Diesel.

'Yes but ... Oral? Anal? What?' asked Kye.

'If you reckon you can pin down your pet and take his tail-hole, with your paws cuffed behind you, then be my guest, but tonight you're both my bitch bois and I'm not expecting skunky here to bend over and let himself be tail-fucked by you just because he's your pet. You're equals tonight, and you'd better play like equals.'

'So what are you saying?' repeated Kye.

'Like this, I think,' said Boo, leaning his head forward to wrap two lips around the dragon's throbbing member.

'Oooh,' said Kye. And, 'Aaah.' And, 'Yes, yes, that's good, pet. That's good.' In earnest response, the skunk adjusted his position slightly and then started bobbing his head backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, slathering and slurping and sucking the dragon's eager cock, swirling his rough skunkish tongue around the firm dragon's shaft and over its large mushroom head, extracting and savouring some early pre.

'You're not going to suck your pet's cock?' asked Diesel.

'No way!' said Kye.

'You're gonna lose if you cum first,' Diesel reminded him.

'I don't care, I'm not going to be forced to service my pet if I don't want to.'

'You sucked cock before, though?' questioned Diesel.

'Yes, yes of course. I've got furs to fire within twenty seconds of a limp start,' bragged the dragon.

'Really?' said the doberman. 'Somehow I don't believe it.'

'No?'

'No.'

And on that single-syllable note of scepticism, Kye pushed his head forward and wrapped his dragon lips about Boo's bobbing skunk-hood. Yes, one can suck cock as if sucking on a straw. Yes, one can run lips up and down a cock-shaft, just like working an iced lollipop on a dreamy hot summer's day. One can stroke a cock-head with broad sweeps of a tongue, as if crudely slurping the remnants of a fine creamy dessert direct from the bowl. And some people can even deep-throat a massive member, as if eating a twelve-inch hot-dog in one gulp without the benefit of biting or chewing. Such acts are, in truth, not that unusual. But Kye, on the other paw, had lifted the act of fellatio to one of high art and craftsmanship; he was the_petit saut_ and the grand jeté, the teasing_glissade_ between adagio and allegro; in his mind, he was the tongue, he was the cock; he was not just the author and artist and choreographer, but he was also the conductor; in short he was the anthropomorphism of la dolce vita. And Boo could certainly feel the anthropoid...

The dragon worked his pet deftly and proficiently, combining his natural ability with years of experience. The little skunk's cock was cocooned in a hot wet mouth, teased and stroked and massaged, licked and swirled and wrapped, and sucked - so gloriously tugged and pulled - by the masterful muzzle that was consuming it. Boo ventured a quick look towards his crotch and spied the oblivion on his owner's face; Kye may have been there in body, but his mind had melded with mouth and cock; the dragon was ecstasy personified.

'Meep!' cried Boo, accidentally letting the dragon's cock spring free from his own mouth. 'Stop, stop, Kye,' he squeaked. 'I'm gonna cum!! Oh, Ohh, Ohhh.' The little pet shut his eyes as waves of rapture ripped through his body. Kye swallowed six or seven shots of skunky cream soda, released his pet's cock to take a look at the beast, saw a few remaining strings of cum which he then lapped clean, and finally settled his head back into the straw and sighed with contentment.

'Looks like the dragon wins,' said Diesel. 'In only twenty-five seconds from a standing start.'

'Awww, not fair,' cried Boo. 'And I was trying so, so hard.'

'You're not bad, pet,' Kye said dreamily, lying on the floor with his eyes closed. 'It's just that I'm a pro.'

*

'Right, you two, get up and come out of there,' said Diesel, opening the stall's gate. The dragon and skunk squirmed on the floor, elbowing themselves up first into a sitting position, and then standing. As the two furry slaves left the bay, the doberman unfastened the long leash that had been binding their collars together. 'As winner and champion cock-sucker, dragon boi, I have another cock for you to enjoy. And as for your pet, well he gets the forfeit which means that we get to see whether his tail-hole is any better than his mouth.'

'Meep!' cried Boo, covering his butt with a paw, and looking across at Kye for help.

'What's up?' asked the doberman, sensing the the unspoken words fluttering between his furry slaves.

'It's...' began Kye, searching for the right words. 'It's just that I gave... Boo got... His tail-hole...'

'Yes?'

'Kye wanted to give me a good servicing the night before the auction,' explained Boo. 'He wanted my tail-hole well stretched and exercised in preparation for whatever might be... introduced,' he finished delicately.

'Wise move,' agreed Diesel.

'Only he... he... got rather carried away and he pounded me for almost two hours. Real deep and hard.'

'Ah,' said Diesel.

'And my tail-hole still hurts,' confessed the skunk.

'I see,' said the doberman. 'So what are you suggesting, the two of you?'

Kye paused; his mind reran the earlier episode when he'd wanted to wear his pet's presentation collar. Yet, whatever controlled abuse an owner might choose to give their pet, whatever punishments or hardships an owner might mete out, they remained responsible for the welfare of their animal - and now was a chance for the dragon to demonstrate his worthiness of being the little skunk's owner.

'So I'm suggesting, or rather respectfully asking, Master, if I might take young Boo's forfeit?'

'You want to be tail-fucked? And let him service the cock?'

'I... Yes... My tail-hole is at your service, Master, and I know that Boo does enjoy working meat.'

'Skunk?' asked Diesel. 'What do you say?'

The little pet looked at his owner, then at the doberman, and back to his owner again.

'Two hours,' he said, rubbing his butt as if to underline the length of time he'd been pummelled. 'Two hours.'

'Very well,' said Diesel. 'I agree to your offer to take the skunk's forfeit yourself.'

'Thank you, Master,' said Kye.

*

'Hmm,' said Diesel, looking around the stables. 'These should do.' The doberman dragged some bales of straw from where they had been piled up against a wall, and set them in the middle of the floor. 'You sure you're up to this?' he asked, walking back behind Kye who had remained stationery with his paws still cuffed behind him.

'Yes, Master.'

'Has your hole seen much service?' asked the doberman, stroking the dragon's butt with a doggy paw.

'Not for over a year,' admitted Kye.

'Ooh, really? So you're going to be good and tight for me, hey?'

'I-I hope to please you, Master.'

'Well let's get you out of these cuffs,' said Diesel, freeing the dragon's paws. 'Now, go and bend over that straw, bitch boi, and spread your pretty little cheeks for me.'

Kye gulped, and stepped hesitantly over to the bales. He bent forward over the straw, reaching down with his front paws to grip some twine that was binding the lowest bundle.

'I said, spread your cheeks.'

Kye shut his eyes and reached back with both paws, pulling his butt cheeks apart to reveal his dark, hidden, puckered hole.

'And spread your legs, boi.'

Kye obeyed.

'More.'

Kye inched his hind paws further apart, feeling ever more exposed and vulnerable.

'How does it feel, presenting your bitch dragon ass to be ravaged by a dog?'

'It... It... I don't know, Master.'

'You don't know?' asked Diesel, giving the dragon's rump a hard slap and causing Kye to meep loudly. 'Well, you'd better think harder, boi.'

'It... It...' Kye wanted to say that he was nervous, but couldn't bring himself to admit that. He realized that he should say it was a pleasure, a privilege, an honour, to be taken by the canine, but he knew those words would equally get stuck in his maw.

'Yes?'

'It's my duty, Master, as Boo's owner, to look after his welfare. And if on this occasion it means me being tail-fucked by a doberman, well so be it.'

'And hopefully it will make you think twice before lifting your skunk's tail and pounding him so hard and deep for two hours that his butt's not able to take my cock this evening?'

'Yes, Master. That too.'

'Very well, so long as learn something from this, bitch boi. Now, I forgot to pack the lube but I should be able to manage a bit of spit,' said Diesel. 'Keep those cheeks well spread,' he added, dropping his trousers and pants to the floor.

Kye pulled his creamy buns further apart, and instantly felt doggy saliva running down his crack, followed seconds later by the burning touch of an enflamed doberman cock-head. It had been, to be precise, one year, two months and seven days since Kye's pucker had last been plundered; the night of his pet's birthday when Kye volunteered not only to go subby but also to let his skunk try topping him. Now, over a year later, it was a throbbing dog's dick being rolled back and forth over his timid tail-hole, smearing itself with canine spittle. And it may have been over a year later, but some things you never forget and - when the massive mushroom cock-head came to a natural rest over his tightly-closed and dimpled hole - the dragon braced himself against what he knew was coming.

'Don't clench, boi!' barked Diesel.

'I'm not!' denied Kye.

'You are too, bitch,' said the doberman.

'I can't help it,' confessed the dragon.

'No? Nervous?' asked the dog.

'Perhaps just a little,' conceded Kye. 'I've heard it said you've got the biggest dog dick in the furry world.'

'It's not small, I'll grant you that, bitch boi,' said Diesel. 'But since you've got the balls to admit being nervous, even if "just a little", I'll take it gently at first. It's a good job you didn't make out you could take anything, else I'd have rammed you so deep that you'd have ended up giving me oral. So, ready? And don't clench!'

Kye relaxed his resisting sphincter as best he could, and felt the doberman's cock pushing forward, struggling to nose its way into the dragon's cowering tail hole.

'My, you're a tight bitch,' said Diesel. 'Perhaps I should start you off with my paw?'

Kye remained bent over the bales, the rough makeshift straw frame harsh against his naked body. His legs remained spread wide apart, and his front paws had returned to grasp the length of twine wrapped around the lowest block of straw. The evening air, trespassing through the open stable doors, stroked his thighs and danced teasingly around his exposed cock and balls. Kye gritted his teeth as the doberman took his time to insert first one, then two, then three and - finally - a fourth expert digit into Kye's unpractised passage. Standing nearby, the little skunk watched his owner be thoroughly dominated.

'That'll do,' said Diesel. 'Heck I could probably get my fist in there if I wanted.'

Kye winced, but nevertheless acknowledged: 'If you wish, Master.'

'Nah, my cock needs servicing, bitch boi,' said the dog. 'You ready?'

'Yes, Master,' replied Kye, screwing up his eyes and pulling tightly on the twine as he felt the doberman's massive cock squeeze through his stretching tail-star, followed by the long thick shaft which buried itself deep, deep inside him.

'Aaah,' moaned Kye.

'Good?' asked Diesel.

'Aaah, fuck, fuck, fuck that's good,' admitted Kye.

'I'm not just a dumb dog with a big dick, cock-slut, I do know how to work a tail-hole,' said Diesel.

'Ooh yes, Master,' said Kye, as forgotten memories of anal pleasure swept back into his mind. 'Fuck me, Master,' he said. 'Fuck me hard, Master, fuck me deep!' he begged.

'Don't you worry, boi, we're getting there,' said the doberman, wrapping two large paws over the dragon's hips and grasping them firmly. Kye felt Diesel's thick rod slide in, and out; in, and out; in, and out. It rubbed the dragon's puckered entrance-way with each pumping movement, and its throbbing wide girth teased and stretched every inch of Kye's dark pleasure passage as the doberman hilted him time and time again.

'Fuck ... where have you ... been ... all my ... life ... Diesel?' Kye managed to utter between thrusts. 'I ... never knew ... dog dick was ... so good.'

'Oh, hey, I'm sure your skunk's good too,' said the doberman. 'But yeah, some of us canines are pretty well endowed in the shaft department.'

'Harder,' begged Kye. 'Take me, just fucking take me.'

'You said it, boi,' replied Diesel, raising the speed and intensity of his thrusts by several notches, maintaining a steady yet thumping rhythm, his hips ramming the submissive dragon's creamy rump, his balls slapping against the dragon's own undercarriage, his cock punishing the dragon's hole with relentless fervour; the doberman's breathing matching his lustful thrusts, as did the dragon's; standing nearby, even the little skunk was so entranced by the vision that he found himself panting in sympathy with the knotting furs.

'I... I'm gonna cum,' said Kye.

'Better not before me, bitch boi,' cried Diesel, now hammering the dragon in a frenzy of wanton desire; an exquisite, finely oiled, perfectly tuned, tail-fucking piston of pleasure. 'Oh... Oooh... Arooo,' howled the dog, suddenly slowing to an almost total halt. Kye, deep within him, felt the doberman's dick swell a fraction further and then twitch five or six times; each jerk firing a heavy load of hot doggy soda. 'Ah... Aaah,' cried the dragon, catapulted by euphoria into shooting his own copious wads of salty creamy cum all over the ground and bales. He remained lying on the straw, breathing deeply, his eyes closed and his heart thumping.

'Well?' asked Diesel.

Kye raised his head and looked around behind him.

'You gonna clean this up voluntarily or am I gonna have to ram it down your throat?'

Kye stared at the doberman's cock, standing proud and firm but now covered in strings of rich doggy juice. The dragon rolled off the stacked bales, assumed a submissive kneeling position in front of the dog, and took the canine cock in his mouth. He wet it and licked it, swallowed it and sucked it; he tongued it every way he knew how and relished every small reward of flavour. Finally, reluctantly, grudgingly, when no precious bead or fine thread of doberman nectar remained, Kye relinquished the cock back to its owner.

'Good,' approved Diesel, surprised by the usually-dominant dragon's ability to serve as a sub. 'Very good, in fact,' he corrected himself, reaching down with a dark paw to stroke the dragon's white furry head. 'And that just leaves us with the small matter of a skunk...' he said, turning to look at Boo.

'Meep?'

*

Boo obediently padded over and knelt down before Diesel, the little skunk's muzzle level with the dog's freshly cleaned cock. With his paws still cuffed behind his back, the small striped creature tried to catch the doberman's bobbing cock in his mouth.

'Hey, what're you doing, lil guy?' asked Diesel.

'I'm trying to service your cock, Master,' replied Boo. 'But it's not easy with my paws cuffed.'

'Who said anything about servicing my cock? The bitch boi dragon's just done that.'

'But, Master,' replied Boo. 'You said that you had a cock which needs servicing.'

'Oh, I do, I do,' said the doberman. 'But it's not mine, little skunk. Come on, stand up and turn around.'

The little pet did as he was told, and the dog undid the cuffs and freed the skunk's paws.

'Good, now turn back and face me,' ordered Diesel. Boo turned around and lowered his eyes submissively to stare down at the ground.

'You're hard,' observed the doberman, noticing the skunk's throbbing, upturned cock which remained ready and impatient to partner with any paw, or mouth, or other orifice willing to consider such a union. Diesel extended a paw and wrapped it around the shaft, then gently rubbed its shiny crimson head, causing the skunk to squirm at the thrilling touch. 'You're very hard.'

'Yes, Master,' said Boo. And then, 'Watching you tail-fuck my owner... I was imagining what it was like, I was dreaming of having that big dick of yours ravage my own tail-hole, Master. I wanted you to be inside me.'

'Aww, pet, well it's just too bad that your owner worked you too hard last night.'

'Yes, Master.'

'And you've not yet had any cum to savour this evening?' asked Diesel, still slowly caressing the cock.

'I got some dragon pre,' confessed the skunk. 'But then I came, and he won, and I stopped sucking.'

'You fancy some cum then, pet?' asked Diesel. 'Spunk for the skunk? Skunky spunk?'

'Yes please, Master,' said Boo.

'Very well then,' said the doberman, releasing the splendid skunk-hood. 'Kneel down.'

The little pet obeyed, kneeling naked on the rough straw-ridden concrete, his cock remaining ever alert.

'Do I need to cuff you, and manacle you to the floor, or do you promise not to move?'

'I promise, Master.'

'You sure? I'm giving you the choice. If you think you might struggle, I can cuff and manacle you, for your own benefit. If you reckon you'll behave, I'm willing to trust you. But if I do trust you, and then you buck away and refuse to service the cock, I can tell you now that you'll really wish you'd been restrained and forced to pleasure it. Do you know why you'll really wish that?'

'No, master.'

'You see that contraption on the wall over there?'

Boo followed the doberman's pointing paw, and saw what looked like a cross between a mole grip, a wrench and a set of giant bolt cutters. The little skunk gulped. 'Yes, Master,' he said. And then, unable to help himself, he asked the inevitable: 'What is it?'

'It's an emasculator, my little striped bit of fluff,' said Diesel. 'It's a new one, because my last one broke, and I'm very keen to try it out for the first time. Do you know what it's for, and how it works?'

'N-N-No, Master,' said Boo. 'Well, it's for ... for gelding horses?'

'It's for castrating livestock, skunk. It's for crushing and cutting the spermatic cord, and removing testicles. Don't worry, though, it's designed to crush the spermatic artery as well, and there's a ratchet to ensure it's firmly locked in position for the two or three minutes needed to ensure that blood flow is properly stopped. Hey, do you want a closer look?' offered the doberman. 'I'll go and get it down from the wall; I can even show you how the mechanism works - we can fix it around your little furry balls, just to see?'

Unable to form any words, the skunk simply shook his head.

'You're still going to trust yourself, rather than chains, to keep you in position and servicing the cock?'

'Master, I ... I know that my place is to serve. I don't need to be chained, Master.'

'We'll see, we'll see. You just wait here while I go and get Storm.'

'Storm?' asked Boo.

'Don't move,' replied Diesel, disappearing towards the rear half of the stables.

*

'It's a horse!' cried Boo.

'These_are_ stables,' said Diesel. 'And his name's Storm. He's a stallion.'

'I ... I can see that,' agreed the skunk.

'Storm needs servicing, and I think he's bored with my paw-work.'

'He is?' asked Boo.

'Come on boy. Forward. Chip chip,' called the doberman, leading his stallion over to the little striped pet.

'Is ... Is that the cock you want serviced?' asked the skunk, his eyes becoming the size of horse-shoes.

'You have a problem with that?' asked Diesel. 'Storm here certainly looks happy to see you.'

'No ... No problem,' whimpered Boo bravely.

'And I cleaned his sheath earlier today, with warm water and a fresh cloth, so it should taste equine-fresh.'

'Equine ... fresh? But I have no idea how to ...'

'He's done it plenty of times before, skunk, so you can mostly let him make all the moves. And, before you ask, I don't expect you to deep-throat him. I'm not even sure whether you'll be able to get your cute little lips around the end of his cock, let alone take his shaft in your mouth. But I do expect you to relieve his tension. Now then, no sudden moves, watch out for his hooves, and if he looks like getting too frisky or upset then stop immediately and let me know, all right? Believe me, the last thing you wanna do is upset him.'

'Yes, Master. No, Master,' acknowledged Boo, ducking down as Diesel led the stallion to stand over him.

'Now then, bend over and raise your back to his underbelly, so that he feels like he's on a mare,' instructed Diesel, before turning to the stallion. 'Aww, are you a good horsey?' he said, stroking the stallion's mane and forelock. 'Good, good Storm,' he cooed, nuzzling the stallion's neck and gently massaging his ears. 'You wanna cum, Storm?' he whispered, rubbing his own cheek against the horse's jowls. 'Here, what's this, hey, boy?' asked the dog, holding some rags - covered with aroma of mare - up to the stallion's nostrils. 'How's he doing?' asked Diesel, calling down to the skunk.

'If he wasn't before, he's right out of his sheath now,' squeaked Boo. 'A good twenty inches or so. He ... He's huge and I ... I think he wants to fuck me. He really wants to fuck me. I ... This isn't ... It's so ... He could ...'

'Just stay calm, skunk,' warned the doberman. 'If you show any sign of nerves, he'll get jittery and you really don't want that. It's very simple, at least with Storm. All you have to do is massage the base of his member, and lick around the head. Don't try and wank him like you would your own little cock, and don't play with the foreskin, all right? Unless you want a visit to the hospital, with some pretty difficult explanations. Do you reckon that you'll be able to take him in your mouth?'

'A bit. Maybe,' said Boo doubtfully, looking at the mottled monster erection swinging inches from his muzzle.

'You can kneel upright now, it may be easier. Use both paws to massage his member, and feel how he moves and whether it stiffens, to get a sense of when you're doing it right. At the same time, work your tongue hard around his flared end, keeping it wet and warm, then take what you can in your mouth.'

'I'll try,' said the skunk, setting his paws and tongue busy at work.

'Is there any pre?'

'Loads of it, yeah,' said Boo. 'It tastes foul. His dick doesn't taste anything like a guy's cock.'

'It's what they call an acquired taste,' said Diesel. 'Believe me, you'll get to love it, to crave it.'

Boo opened his mouth wide - wider than he had ever done in his little skunkish life - and took the horse's cock-head into his mouth. He managed to bob his head, but just a little, and savour the equine flavour.

'He's gonna cum, I can tell,' said Diesel, squatting down to take a look at the skunk and the stallion's cock. 'Now, listen carefully, skunk. I want you to close your eyes, take his cock from your mouth, hold it very very firmly at the base, then start licking the head with broad sweeps of your tongue. When you feel him twitch, open your mouth and wait. As this is your first time, probably best _not_to have his cock in your mouth when he finally fires. Do it now!'

Boo shut his eyes, wrapped both paws around the stallion's stout dick, up near his ball sack, pressed his lips against the massive cock-head, and began licking the hot pre-cum smeared flesh with broad, firm strokes of his tongue. Four or five licks later, feeling the cock swell and twitch, Boo opened his mouth - just in time to receive a mammoth delivery of hot peppery horse-cum, which all but made him gag. Instinctively, the skunk closed his mouth only to receive a lashing of creamy cum across his muzzle, followed by further fountains of jism which covered his hair, drenched his face and dribbled in copious rivers down his cheeks.

Kye, who had been watching nearby, applauded.

'Here,' said Diesel, wiping a large glob of cum from Boo's cheek and offering it to the skunk. 'Suck.'

The little skunk took the doberman's furry digit and suck-licked it clean. 'Bleh.'

'You don't like?' asked the dog.

'If it's all the same to you, I think I prefer dragon seed, Master.'

'No matter, skunk. You've done well. Storm here seems content enough. Come on, come out.' And with that, Diesel carefully guided the young skunk out from beneath the stallion.

'I think you deserve a reward for that good work, skunk.'

'Master? No, master, I'm fine,' replied Boo.

'Dragon boi,' said Diesel, ignoring the skunk. 'Go over to the stable doors and kneel down, facing outward.'

Still smarting from the doberman's earlier attention, Kye hobbled over to the stable door and knelt down on the rough straw-covered concrete. Outside, the sun had ducked down behind the distant tree-lined horizon. Twilight was falling fast and birds were returning noisily to their roosts. Behind him, the kneeling dragon heard the clink of metal and soft brush of leather on leather. Then, 'Head back,' instructed Diesel.

The dragon tipped his head backwards, and suddenly found straps coming down over his face and neck.

'Open wide,' said the dog.

Kye opened his mouth, and immediately had it filled by a tough rubber horse-bit.

'Onto all your four hooves,' ordered the doberman.

The dragon got up onto all his four paws.

'Show some respect and lower your head, bitch boi,' said Diesel, resting a paw on Kye's head and pushing it gently downwards. 'Now spread your hocks and present your dock.'

'Whaa?' asked the dragon, his voice muffled by the bit.

'Spread your legs and present your tail-star, bitch-boi horse-slut,' said Diesel.

Kye spread his rear paws and lifted his rump further in the air.

'Skunk? Over here,' ordered Diesel. The little striped creature padded hesitantly over to the doberman.

'He's all yours,' said the dog, holding out an upturned paw and gesturing to the bridled dragon.

'Oooh, I couldn't tail-fuck my owner, not without his permission,' said Boo.

'You want it, don't you, dragon bitch boi?' asked Diesel. 'You're gagging for your pet to fuck you, right?'

''oo,' replied Kye. ''oo ia 'ot,' he tried again, seeking but failing to deliver any clarity on the matter.

'There you go,' said Diesel. 'Straight from the horse's mouth. "Fuck me hard, Boo," he just said.'

'Ummm,' offered the little skunk, twiddling his paws. 'I'm not sure that... that...'

'Hey, lil skunk, let me tell you something,' said the doberman. 'He's my slave tonight. So are you, but that kinda doesn't matter right now. He's my slave so he gets to play by my rules. Anything that happens, he can't hold it against me... or you.' Diesel smiled, adding, 'That's why I love the auction so much. And such a variety of furs, as well. So come on skunk, it looks like our little mare here is getting cold.'

Boo looked down at this owner who was certainly shivering, but the skunk suspected it wasn't with the cold.

'All right, let me put it this way,' sighed the doberman, sensing the skunk's continued reluctance:

'Dragon boi?' called the dog.

''es?'

'Do you want skunk here to top you, or shall we ask Storm, who seems to be getting interested?'

As if in confirmation, from behind the three furs came the sound of snorting, and hooves pawing at the floor.

'Skunk or Storm?' asked Diesel.

Silence.

'Skunk or Storm?' repeated Diesel, swishing a horse crop over the dragon's finely curved creamy rump.

''eep,' cried Kye. ''unk! 'unk!'

'Really? Right, well just to confirm, so there is no doubt whatsoever, you want the skunk to top you?'

''es.'

'Nod or shake your head.'

Kye nodded his head rapidly, causing the bridle to chink wildly. ''unk, 'unk, 'unk,' he repeated.

'I think that's clear enough,' said Diesel. 'He's all yours, skunk.'

Kye gazed out across the darkening fields and nibbled nervously on his bit, reflecting on the events that had led him to be buck naked, on all fours, in a wide open stable doorway, an adapted horse's bridle tightened about his head and face, the taste of skunk seed still in his mouth, the warmth of dog cum deep inside his tail-hole, the throbbing ache of a stretched pucker-passage totally confirming Diesel's notoriety as the best endowed dog in the furry world, with his rump now raised and presented for use and abuse by his pet. Presented for use and ... being used. The dragon felt his butt cheeks being pulled apart and spit being dribbled over his dark dimpled star, followed by the warm-rounded sensation of a cock-head in search of its entrance. Which it found.

'Just a moment!' Diesel called to the skunk, then walked around in front of the dragon and nudged Kye's head upwards with the use of a riding crop, until their eyes met. 'You gonna take this like the good little butt-fuck you are?' he asked. Almost imperceptibly, Kye nodded. 'Good,' said the doberman, removing the crop and letting the dragon's head fall back down. 'Go for it, skunk,' he said.

Kye felt his pet's stiff cock slowly nose its way forward as the young animal leaned against him, entering his stretched hole without too much difficulty. Then, with his skunky paws on the dragon's hips, the little striped creature began thrusting with a speed and ferocity that belied his small stature - sending shock waves of pain-pleasure through the dragon's body, from his purple horns right out to his tail and each of his four razor-taloned paws; sensations made all the more intense by the residual sensitivity left over from the doberman's earlier attention. The thrilling torment, the glorious corporeal throbbing, coupled with the overwhelming humiliation of being butt-fucked in the open air by his pet in front of a watching doberman, combined to topple the dragon to a very rapid if not premature conclusion.

''m 'mming,' Kye said, through the horse bit.

And then, Boo would forever swear afterwards when he retold the story, Kye whinnied as he came.

The little skunk hardly needed any more thrusts before coming next, greatly aided by the dragon's climax and subsequently clenched buttocks. 'Good, good horsey,' said Boo, stroking his master's rump and back. 'Good, good mare.' Kye merely whimpered, his chest heaving from exhilaration.

'Wow, little Boo, you sure know how to ride a dragon,' praised Diesel, who had been watching intently.

'You set him up for me, Master,' said the skunk, modestly.

'No, no, you're a natural. You should top more often,' said the dog. 'I think that's enough for tonight, though, you look exhausted. And I'm knackered just from watching. Want to come back to the house for a drink, both of you?'

'If... If you're offering,' said Boo.

'Dragon boi?' asked Diesel.

Kye nodded.

'Should I take off his bridle?' asked the skunk.

'Oooh, I think we can remove the bit fro his mouth, but we should really leave him bridled up,' said Diesel.

'Oh?' asked Boo.

'Yes, he needs to get used to wearing it, because I'm giving it to you as a present to take home, little Boo.'

On the ground, still on all fours, the bridled dragon murrred.

The End.