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Omfg it's DONE! I can't believe there was that much to write in this chapter.

I apologise if some of the kinks portrayed here are not to your liking. The Story is in the start of the scene then you can skip it if need be.

This is the final exposition piece.

Have fun guys :)

*** Murray ***

The otter smiled to himself. Valentine's day last week was a blast. He'd picked up that many girls he had no idea what to do with them. Except maybe an orgy he mused to himself, feeling his shorts tighten a little. Having gay friends certainly made things easier.

Murray had no problem being the token straight guy in his gang. He and the group had been friends for the past three years and he found no reason to ruin that over a difference of sexual orientation. He had been through thick and thin with most of the guys and he didn't see any end to it soon.

These thoughts were accompanied by the lunch bell and Murray stopped dozing at the back of the class. The otter was one of those people who could half hear something and learn it anyway, so he never fell behind even if he was dreaming about something else. Collecting his books he ducked out before the teacher could call him up on his daydreaming.

He walked into the cafeteria and noticed his group, minus two: Chris and Blair were both strangely absent. Murray grinned to himself because he had a pretty good idea where they might be, and was in no rush to break up their little romance.

Sitting with therest of the group at the table near the heater, he took notice at their conversation. With a sigh he noticed they were back to the old teenager topic: parents. All of them were exchanging close calls, irritations and hating on the folks in general. The otter wondered what they would do without them though. He tried not to show how affected he was by the conversation and instead looked around the cafeteria, checking out girls.

***

Murray never knew his parents. He was put up for adoption as a newborn and later into an orphanage. People in those situations grow up fast. They also learned how to appear as adorable and innocent as possible, even when planning when the next chance they could get to beat up the newbie.

The otter was that newbie. Even when new kids came in, he was always classed as the new kid. The supervisors' didn't do anything to stop it either. Murray learnt to defend himself by the time he was 6, at which point he was finally adopted by a kindly couple.

The two rabbits were nice enough; but very business like in their approach to raising him: like he was a commodity. Mr and Mrs Nessek always treated the otter with a distant kind of affection. Whenever he did something wrong they didn't get mad, simply told him why what he did was wrong and not to do it again. Course it didn't stop him repeating it when he knew that that's all they'd do. It was like they were robots.

Uncle Ryrdos was probably only the real paternal figure he had. He was a business associate of his foster parents and constantly babysat him when his parents were on trips. Like all dragons he had a rather long lifespan; so although he said his physical age was somewhere in the 40's, he still appeared late 20's, early 30's. Even nowadays he still looked young. In cases like dragons, age really is just a number.

At 15 filed for emancipation and moved out. Mr and Mrs Nessek didn't do anything to stop him. He figured the only wanted him for some tax benefit or something of the like. Ryrdos supported him in getting his own place and affording it. He still came over for dinner at times.

His phone stared to ring. Checking it, he smiled and answered. "Hello Uncle" "Murray my boy, how are you? Is there any chance you can come over tonight? There's something I wanted to talk to you about." "Sure, I'll be over around 7?" "Perfect, I'll see you then." with that the line went dead. The otter smiled to himself; he hadn't been over to see the dragon for a while and he was looking forward to beating his Uncle again at chess.

***

Chris ***

The wolf giggled as he turned the shower on. Behind him a white muzzle nibbled on his neck and slowly stroked lovingly down his back. Chris murred and arched into the touch, reaching behind him to scritch the ears of his new boyfriend.

"Chris..." he heard a playful whine before his ear was suckled on. The brown wolf laughed openly now and jumped out of Blair's grip and the ticklish sensation. There was a dopey smile on the bigger wolf's face, his eyes admiring Chris. He couldn't help but blush under such scrutiny and closed the space again, this time nuzzling into the white wall of furry muscle infront of him. The brown paw slowly trailed between the white thighs and gently rolled the large balls between them.

It was a big package he was playing with; he didn't deny it. The sheath alone was 6 inches and each nut by itself filled the smaller wolfs muzzle. He knew: he'd tried it. Blair moaned and ruffled the brown's headfur and reached his own paw down to play with the smaller wolf's tailhole. Neither of them had had a chance to go all the way since they spent the weekend at the coach's, and they didn't feel comfortable taking advantage of the bear's hospitality. Here in the school showers though they intended to change that.

Chris whimpered needily into the white's chest as he rode the finger that was in him. He held Blair close and kissed him, stroking the heavy sheath and coaxing out his growing erection. When it was fully exposed Chris broke the kiss and knelt down, nuzzling into the downy white pubic fur and inspected the shaft in front of him. It was shaped like any canine cock, but there was just so much of it. A deep pink covered in veins and small bulge where the knot was forming. Chris would have guessed at least 10 inches, considering the size of the wolf it belonged to it wasn't that surprising.

He took the member into his mouth. Savouring the musky taste, he lapped the pre gently off the head before wrapping his lips around it. He was awarded with another jet of pre that went straight down his throat. Though he gagged slightly, a grin formed on his muzzle as he continued to fondle the ponderous balls, worshiping the male infront of him.

Blair's large paw wrapped around the back of his head as he guided the brown deeper onto his shaft, trying not to moan loudly. Chris could feel the effort the white was taking not to thrust completely into that warm muzzle through the feel of his shaking legs. Deepthroating it in one, he tried not to gag again as he allowed his throat muscles to clench rhythmically along the length and milk it of it's musky pre. Blair's knot formed quickly, which Chris immediately began to stroke and squeeze. The moans he could hear above him told him he was doing quite well.

Getting up, The brown turned his back on the white and bent over against the shower wall. Blushing he lifted his tail and presented to larger wolf. Blair didn't need another invitation. Blair immediately walked forward and lined up his throbbing cock with the tailhole infront of him. Chris shuddered as he felt the tip poke at the entrance and couldn't hold himself back as he leant against the length and sunk a quarter of the member in. Blair's knees almost buckled in pleasure but took the hint and firmly glided into his lover.

Though it was big Chris knew what he was doing. It didn't take long for the length to be hilted inside him and when he felt those huge balos rub against him he was sure he could see stars. The brown's own erection was standing at attention unnoticed but he didn't care. The sensation of being totally whole - both physically and emotionally - was such a high Chris didn't think he'd ever come down.

Even though Chris was eager to speed things along, Blair was determined to do the romantic thing and slowly pulled out again, sensually nibbling on the back of the brown neck below him.

"Blair..." Chris mumbled, slightly frustrated. "Please just put it in me." he blushed at his own words. The white grinned at the eager note in Chris' voice, answering the call and sticking the whole length back in in one go.

They didn't even bother to hide their voices. They were so lost in the pleasure they didn't care anymore. Suddenly Blair picked the smaller wolf up and turned him around so that he had Chris up against the wall, help up only by his own strength. The brown moaned as Blair picked up the pace in the new position and took advantage of it to kiss his lover deeply, legs wapping around the muscular torso. The water fell on them in warm, sensual sheets that only heightened the experience.

With his hips pistoning in an out of the smaller wolf, Blair growled as he was reaching his edge. Chris yipped as he felt a paw suddenly grab his cock and jerk him off roughly, squeezing his knot. The feeling of that large member rubbing against his prostate was already getting him worked up enough that when his cock was grabbed he couldn't hold back. He howled into Blair's muzzle and came in his paw.

The shuddering sensation around his shaft drove the white wolf wild. The knot he had been carefully trying to keep out of his lover suddenly found it's was inside with a loud 'pop' and he himself was howling back. Lost in his beasital lust he gowled and bit into Chris' neck, finally marking him as his.

Chris whimpered a little at the pain but the meaning of the bite completely erased it: he belonged to Blair now, and Blair belonged to him. Especially in wolf/wolf pairings marking was an unspoken sign of mating someone for life. Seed continued to be pumped into him by the white, and Chris could feel himself filling up. The pressure caused him to moan and blush as he felt the excess being forced back out around the large knot inside him.

When the white wolf came to he noticed the slightly bloody imprint on Chris' shoulder. If is were possible his face went even more white. "I-I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked "Consider it payback for throwing you into the fence." Chris was still elated from the sensation. He kissed the white deeply and tasted his own blood.

Blair sat down. Chris was still tied to him so there wasn't much they could do from there. The brown sat in his lap and they cuddled beneath the running hot water.

*** Avery ****

The husky snapped back out his trance to find his erection threatening to rip another pair of his pants. He was worried about Chris so he decided to check on the two wolves and got to see more than he bargained for. Jack looked over to him with a quizzical glance. He noticed the tent in the husky's pants and blushed a little. Avery grinned and rubbed up the rat's leg teasingly, knowing that Jack would already be hard at the sight. The paw was slapped away and he was shot a venomous look.

Chuckling he let it go, turning to more serious thoughts. He could tell from Chris' aura, overladen with lust as it was, that he had awoken. Now he knew the time for idleness was past. A tear formed in his eye at the knowledge of the pain that was yet to come. What made it worse is that he had no idea exactly what scenario he was trying to prevent. He just knew that now was the beginning.

Looking around at his friends he couldn't help but be heartened a little. He knew these people inside out. The world could depend on them.

*** Murray ***

The otter knocked on the door in front of him. It was dark. The cool breeze ruffled his hair and clothes and made him shiver slightly. He didn't know why but there was always a certain feel to the place that set his teeth on edge.

A couple seconds went by and the door was opened by a mouse. The butler asked Murray to state his business but all he got was a stony glare. The little prick had known the otter for a better part of 3 years, this formality was just to annoy him.

Walking into the house without saying anything he had a look around. Ryrdos' owned a huge mansion in the better off side of the city. It was no doubt the dragon was loaded. Murray walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of coke from the fridge, knowing it would piss the butler off, and walked down to the dragon's study.

The spacious room had all the trimmings of high society. One of the most expensive things in this city was space and Ryrdos made sure he had bought as much of it as possible. The office could quite have easily been mistaken for a dining room were it not for the mahogany desk and elegant bookshelf behind it. The whole house breathed in opulence, and this room was no different.

Ryrdos was, like he expected, behind his desk, working through a pile of papers that never seemed to diminish. "You called for me "Uncle"?" he said in an affectionate tone as he sat down. Opening the can he sat there, basking in the power and masculinity of the man he idolized as his father.

"Yes I did," the smile was paternal as he looked at the otter. "I wanted to see how you were doing, you dont drop by as often anymore Murray. I get lonely too you know." The dragon affected a hurt tone, tho his eyes sparkled mischeviously.

The otter laughed "I'm sorry, I've just been so busy at school." "Chasing all the girls I hear. Don't try to deny it. I do keep tabs on you, you know." Ryrdos grinned as Murray blushed red. "it's nice to know though that my nephew is popular with the ladies."

The otter smiled shyly, entirely out of place compared to his cool demeanour. "Im happy you're proud of my prowess."

"I am. Now, to business." Ryrdos' expression suddenly became very serious." I called you here mainly because I missed you. But there was something else too."

Murray tilted his head in curiosity. "and what was that uncle? Would you like me to beat you in chess again?" He said cheekily.

"Hardly" the dragon replied with a grim smile.

"Antwort, mein Sklave."

***

At Ryrdos' command the otter's face went completely blank and his whole body went still.

"What is it you desire, master?" Was the deadened reply the now dazed Murray gave. Ryrdos grinned. Every time he heard that question he felt his cock twitch. His body knew what was coming, but he had other things he needed to sort out first.

"Have there been any new developments in regards to the target?" he asked in a brisk manner. "No sir, target is still unaware of his awakening." Came the reply. It was like talking to a computer.

"Good. Anything else to report?" "The target has found his counterpart. Now that he is aware of his partner he would make a valuable bargaining chip." Murray's voice was hollow, completely unmoved at the fact he was selling his friend out.

"Hm... I will definitely take that into account. Soon I will have a couple more boys to train up... very good indeed..." The dragon's grin showed none of it's previous warmth.

"Was there anything else you wished to ask sir?"

"No, but you can take off all of your clothes now, slave."

"Yes Sir" Murray proceeded to do exactly as told in a mechanical, distracted

sort of fashion. The otter didn't feel anything because his master hadn't allowed it yet. "Now, start preparing yourself for me. I will be with you shortly." "Yes Sir"

Ryrdos loved his little fuck toy. Ever since he saw Murray for what he was at the age of 6, and hired foster parents to adopt him from the orphanage; he had been enjoying almost weekly visits from his "nephew". It wasn't hard to hypnotize the otter at such a young age and ever since he had been carefully manipulating Murray's mind. Ryrdos thanked the universe for such a lucky break at finding the otter when he was looking for a new pet anyway. He got his toy and a sleeper agent to use when the moment is right. Two birds with one stone.

He'd also been training the otter the day he was adopted, not that Murray ever remembered. It gave Ryrdos a twinge of sadistic pleasure every time he thought about the fact that he'd fucking the boy for the past ten years and he never knew.

Looking down at Murray and watching as he sat on the floor with his legs up in the air. The otter sucked on his fingers and began to insert them into his rear, moaning like the bitch he really was underneath.

Ryrdos had implanted the thought years ago that Murray would only be attracted to him. The by-product was that the otter, who would most likely be gay without his compulsion, was now a very straight man-whore. Ryrdos found this development another unexpected fortune: Murray would now never be able to truly take his destiny if he could never love his true counterpart.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts he began to take his own clothes off. The dragon's lean, muscular figure made him quite the bachelor to the men and women of high society, and he used every opportunity to take those unwitting visitors into his dungeon to release their guarded inhibitions. His 6'7 frame was typical for most of the older dragons, and the 6" horns curling back from his head denoted his status as one of the elders of his race.

Ryrdos walked over to a cabinet he had against the wall. He opened it and pushed a button to reveal a hidden compartment full of his toys. This is going to be fun. He thought happily to himself.

The spacious room was filled with slick, lurid noises and whimpers of need. The sound made the dragon's prick twinge in it's slit, impatient for release. Ryrdos grabbed out a length of rope, a collar and a leash. The collar was Murray's end even had a tag on it with his name on it for when the dragon has him over for weekend "visits".

The dragon placed the collar on the otter as his pet fingered himself with eager abandon. He heard Murray moan as it was clipped around his neck and he froze for a couple of seconds.

"Did I tell you so stop?" Ryrdos warned, and the fingering continued. "Good boy, you enjoy attending to your master's wishes don't you?" He couldn't help but rub it in. The creature in front of him that was supposedly destined to be a paragon of good; and the fact that it was moaning for his cock just made the whole arrangement so much sweeter.

"Y-yes sir, I am your pet..." Murray panted. His fingers were getting sore but he didn't want to disappoint. He was filled with a sense of elation as he was reminded of one of his joys: obeying his master. He continued with renewed vigor, determined to make the dragon happy.

"Good, now stop." the command was followed. Ryrdos' voice became even deeper as he struggled to keep his lust in check. "Bend over the desk and present yourself."

Murray obeyed. He leaned over the desk, palms spread on the varnished surface of the wood and lifted his tail, exposing his pink tailhole. Hmm... what's missing from this picture... The dragon thought. Realising, he looked at the otter. "Continue fingering yourself and close your eyes. Stay like that until I say otherwise." Ryrdos raced out of the room and down to his basement/dungeon.

Murray obeyed again, keeping his tail up and loosening his hole further. He knew how big his master was and was thankful that he had the kindness to let the otter prepare himself. He felt something on his eyes but didn't open them: he trusted the dragon. The otter guessed it was a blindfold.

"Place your hands on the table. Don't forget to clean your fingers first before you do though." "Yes Master." Murray licked his fingers, cringing a little at the earthy taste. He didn't want to make his master angry though; and groomed them before placing both palms back onto the wood.

At first there was silence. Murray was unsure what his master was about to do until suddenly THWACK! The otter cried out in pain as he felt a blunt pain lance his upper back. He barely had time to register it before another hit came in from the other direction. Murray lay there and endured the pain, feeling it begin to subside as he slowly grew used to it and before long he was moaning. In the exact second the flogger hit his back, there was an acute feeling of euphoria; and from the continuous strikes he might as well have been climaxing over and over again. The otter's cock was fully hard and spurting onto the carpet as the intense pleasure continued. Thoughout the sensory overload he began to lose all concept of time.

Ryrdos grinned as his bitch moaned in pleasure as he struck with the floggers. He could see the light red marks appear on his back and moaned himself as he saw just how much his toy was enjoying it from the liquid musk dripping from the lutrine cock.

The dragon had to stop: his own cock had fully emerged from his slit and it was threatening to get in the way. Ryrdos walked up to Murray and ran the leaking tip over the otter's entrance. He could see Murray shudder at the sensation as he effectively rimmed the entrance, spurting his own pre over the puckered flesh. The otter tried to buck back but Ryrdos would have none of it. He let go and returned to the rope. "Put your arms behind your back and hold them there." He smiled at the obedient pet and quickly began work.

Murrays hands and arms were securely tied behind his back. He had taken it a step further by lifting up the otters tail and tieing the tip to his collar. The toy was now completely exposed and he couldn't do anything to change it. "Get off the desk and kneel."

Murray murfed at the effort required to get off the desk with no hands and no vision. It was more a matter of heaving himself off and falling to his knees. He tried to face where the voice was coming from but he couldn't be sure. A scaly claw fell on his head and guided it forward. Eager he leaned in and bumped his nose with the girthy cock in front of him. Murray wasted no time lapping at the head, moaning at the taste of his master. The moans he heard above him only spurred him on, stretching his muzzle around the length.

Ryrdos never got over how much he could fit of his cock into that ottermaw. It was easily a foot long and yet half of it sunk straight in. The dragon humped in further, grinning evilly as Murray choked on the length. He continued pushing in, knowing that the otter couldn't breathe but also knowing that he couldn't pull himself off without being commanded to. The dragon moaned at the rippling , milking sensation he felt on his member and felt himself shoot a couple ropes of pre straight into the boys stomach.

Leaving it there for a couple seconds, Ryrdos pulled it out again and gave his pet a couple seconds to breathe. The combined pre and saliva should be good enough what his next move was. "Head down. Present yourself slut." The otter obeyed, coughing as he shifted awkwardly around and leaned onto his chest. Murray whimpered a bit at the uncomfortable bonds.

Ryrdos went back to teasing his toy, again rubbing his cock over the entrance. He could feel the tailhole flex underneath him in need and he grinned. "What do you want pet?" He asked, almost affectionately as he leaned in and licked an ear. "I-i want you inside me... sir" the otter mumbled. "Incorrect!" he roared and spanked the exposed rear, eliciting a satisfying whimper. "Try again." "Pet want's... what Master want's..." Murray replied, almost unconsciously he was attempting to back onto the cock, whining in need. "Better. And now I want to answer truthfully: how badly do you want me to fuck you." "Really badly Sir.. I-i need to feel it..." Murray was struggling heavily now with his bonds. The horniness he was feeling was almost unbearable.

"I see. I want you to say it then. Tell me how much of a slut you are and how much you want me deep inside you." Ryrdos was enjoying making the otter say such embarrassing things. The corruption he heard in those words would keep him warm at night for a week. "I-I'm a slut that exists for no other reason than to please you." the otter rasped. "I need you inside me, I want you to breed me like the bitch I am."

"Damn right you are." The dragon growled. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He savagely thrusted a good 4 inches straight in without any warning. The howl of pain was music to his ears as the anal muscles around his member shuddered erratically; trying to accommodate for the sudden intruder. Ryrdos could smell blood and he licked his lips: this was definitely going to be fun.

He slowly pulled out before thrusting even more in. Murray was crying. He knew he was hurting the toy but he also knew that by the end the otter would be begging for more. He leaned in and nibbled on an ear, whispering orders into Murray's mind. "You don't feel pain. You feel nothing but pleasure. The sensations you feel, the warmth dripping into you, everything is perfect. You love this feeling and you can't get enough of it."

Ryrdos grinned. At those words he felt the otter begin to back up onto the member of his own will, regardless of the damage it was doing. The dragon bit into the ear in front of him possessively and pushed himself all the way in.

The feelings were all so much, all Murray could do was quiver in pleasure and moan longingly. The otter could feel the carpet rub against his belly as the cock bulged obscenely through his chest. A smaller bubble appeared at the tip and he knew it to be more of his master's precome. Even though he was full he still wanted more. The ache inside him demanded more.

And yet the girth started to pull out of him, "Noo..." he gasped, trying desperately to cling onto that feeling. The constricting walls made the dargon moan and before it was even half way out he pushed it back in. Murray's heart skipped a beat at feeling the length push deeper in him and he moaned in heat. It was torture that he couldn't tough himself, but the constant sensation of the massive cock rubbing against his prostate was easily getting him close to the edge.

Ryrdos could see the otter was coming close and decided to rectify that. He leaned in again. "You will not come pet. Not until I tell you to. If you do you will begin to feel pain again. Do you understand?" Murray sobbed beneath him "Y-yes sir..." the otter's voice was strangled in restraint.

"Good boy." He said, reaching a claw around to tenderly stroke the ottercock.

Although the touch was tender, the action was purely sadistic. Murray was holding onto his orgasm for dear life as he was stroked, trying his best to do as commanded. As his master began to hump into him again, it became all that harder. The otter felt himself passing out from the effort.

Ryrdos finally let loose all constraints and began to fuck his toy with reckless abandon. Precome was leaking out in ropes from the otters flushed, over-stretched tailhole. The bulge in his belly continued to appear and disappear in time with his thrusts, but every time it grew slightly bigger with as it swelled with his sticky fluids.

With one final thrust the dragon finally did come, roaring loudly into the wide room. The mess was amazing. Even though the otter's stomach swelled the the size of his issue, more come continued to stream out of the abused hole. In Murray's dazed state he noticed the taste of his master get stronger on his tongue, and before he knew it it was gushing out of his throat. He coughed heavily, trying to clear the blockage that wasn't abating.

Finally, the torrent seemed to die down and Ryrdos stood up, the otter falling off his cock and collapsing onto the ground in a pool of spunk. Murray was still coughing, making the dragon grin as he looked at his handiwork. The gaping hole left by his member was steadily leaking. To Ryrdos it was begging to be filled again.

The dragon went to the door and called out a name. Within ten seconds a clopping sound gout louder and a minotaur walked in, standing only slightly shorter than Ryrdos. "You call for me?" he grunted, looking at the otter with interest ans appreciation. "Yes. My nephew hasn't seemed to have had enough fun yet. I thought you could do with some company."

The bovine's eyes lit up. "You sure? Thanks boss!" Looking more closely at Murray he made a small note of displeasure. "Hes going to be really loose tho..."

"Healing and flesh manipulation is you specialty. Just close him up and have fun with him. Do as much damage to him as you like, just remember to heal everything afterwards. I don't want him remembering just yet.

The mino went over and looked as though he was about to move the otter before Ryrdos spoke up again. "Uh-uh, you'll be doing it right here, where I can watch."

To his credit the bull blushed a little before nodding. Lookin up at the dragon he said shyly, "would you take me too later, sir?"

He thorught about it before replying. "Give me a good enough show here and it's a deal."

Walking back to his desk he heard the pained cries of his nephew and smiled malisciously to himself. His member was already stating to harden again as he watched his lackey fuck the boy visciously. Stroking himself, he sighed happily. He couldn't wait until he had the others tied up and waiting for him.

***

Zack ***

The tiger smiled in sleep as he dreamed that dream again. He had his fox beneath him, wrapped in his arms and moaning as Zack slowly moved in and out of the quivering form. The moans and yips only served to egg him onward. That white paw reached up and stroked his muzzle. Turning his head he kissed the palm, smiling into the emerald eyes of his love...

...which slowly turned to red. Scales suddenly erupted over the fox's entire form as it grew bigger beneath him. Before he knew what was going on, he was kissing the scaly talon of a white dragon; looking into the malevolent, sadistic eyes and baleful grin infront of him. He cried out in pain as he realised that instead of being inside of the dragon, it was actually the other way around. The cock beneath him wasn't natural. There were sharp barbs that tore at the tigers inner walls, causing blood to pour out of his tailhole.

And what was worse was that the tiger had no control over himself. Of his body's own volition he found himself riding the cock that was better described as a torture device, irrespective of the pain it was causing. The tiger felt tears in his eyes and he tried to struggle through the invisible bonds. All he could hear was the laughter in his head, maniacal. Even more pain was introduced and he noticed another device inserted into his cock. He could feel barbs in it as well but it didn't stop his paw from jerking it off.

Somehow in all the pain he climaxed, the red ejaculate staining the white scales beneath him. Leaning in he kissed the muzzle of the white dragon, tasting blood and a horrid stench he couldn't place. He heard a whisper in his mind:

"Soon you wil be mine, you and all your friends... This is the beginning of the end..."

***

Zack gasped and woke to the dark room. He ran for the light switch and flicked it on. For a moment he thought he could see the red eyes shining from the other side of the room but it was only his clock. It read 4am.

The tiger knew he wasn't getting any more sleep tonight. He got out of bed, dressed and grabbed his school gear. Zack knew exactly where to go; he just had to remember how to climb to the second story where Alex's room was. As he got changed he yelped. Taking off his briefs he saw blood... He ran his finger over his tailhole and looked - completely clean.

Unnerved, he packed faster. He wanted his fox in his arms. Now.

***

What he didn't realise that there was a figure spying on him. The incorporeal dragon sat languidly on the bed, watching the packing with interest and murring to himself at the job he'd done to the tiger's rear. Grinning, he vanished; he'd done his damage for the night.

***

And spying on them both was the hulk of a husky. Tears ran from his eyes in pain from not being able to save his friend from the horrid manipulation. He knew Zack had to experience that, because it was important he saw what he was up against. Avery sighed loudly and stiffened: Zack was looking straight at him. Or more likely through him. He realised that he hadn't been seen, but the tiger's developing abilities helped him sense the projection.

Avery decided it was high time to bow out. There were countermeasures that now had to be put in place.

***

And so ends the next chapter. Comments, critiques?

You didn't really think i was about to do an M/F scene with Murray were you? >:P

I admit writing the BDsM scene was a bit difficult for me. I read a couple stories recently which kinda turned me off of the kink so i found myself slogging through this quite slowly.

That said after writing the flogging scene im kinda itching for a good session. Any takers? :3

Peace xx