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They flashed through Zavis' mind like subway cars rumbling through an abandoned station, the light from the windows illuminating the darkness outside. Memories hung in the dimness, thoughts of space stations, gems, fighting and the eyes; Her eyes.

Zavis awoke with a start, his heart racing and his mouth dry. Flexing his lips, trying to ease the stiffness he felt in them, the sand-coloured python looked around himself blearily. The images retreated from his conscious thought as wakefulness tightened its grip on his mind and body, the boy stretching as a yawn wracked his athletic frame. Tight muscles tensed and relaxed, unhindered by any clothing save a pair of black and white striped bikini cut panties which dipped between the python's thighs and cupped his balls distractingly. The fabric was silken to the touch, and even as the python sat up he was acutely aware of his own stiff prick rubbing against it.

The room was majestic. An expansive arched ceiling ran several feet above a row of lightly tinted windows. The glass threw off a slight orange glow that seemed to fill the room with the sense of impending dusk, yet did so comfortingly. Boys lay strewn across two rows of beds which ran the length of the room. They lay sprawled atop one another in places, or curled gently against another's back; some slept alone, or spread-eagled both beneath and above the thin, luxurious blankets provided--nothing was too good for Her boys, after all.

Movement beside Zavis drew the python's attention away from the warm glow of the sunlight filtering through the windows, the sense of calm that the light imbued was almost enough to warrant a few more moments of stolen sleep. The fox who was stirring beside Zavis was enough to push that thought from the python's mind however; familiar wings brushed against his leg as the fox rolled over, and Zavis could only smirk as he looked down into the blue eyes of the same vulpine he'd fought before his capture by the Mistress. It had been only a week since Ket, Conri, and Zavis had been taken by the villainess, stolen away following Her successful raid of Aztec 6.

"What're you lookin' at?" murmured the fox sleepily as he brought his arms up to stretch them above his head. Blinking himself awake, the boy looked up at Zavis curiously, a playful grin crossing the mischievously-minded foxboy's muzzle as he did. "Better not try anythin'" he added, making a point of showing the delicate curves of his somewhat feminine body.

Boys throughout the room were beginning to rise as well. All of them were in states of undress similar to that of Zavis, though with a veritable cavalcade of differently styled sleepwear. The fox's shaft pressed up into the snug embrace of a pair of lime green panties, his morning wood relishing its wakefulness by putting itself on lewd display before Zavis' eyes.

"Nothing much" snorted back the python. The hard-lined edge had been ripped from the snake's personality, his tone more teasing than it would have been a week earlier--another gift of the Mistress. The python grunted as the fox gave him a push before the vulpine rolled over to sit up on his knees. The carpeted flooring in the thin ravine which existed between the two rows of beds began to greet the bare toes of waking boys as they climbed down into it. Yawns and stretching limbs became the norm for several minutes as the boys readied themselves for another day.

"Nothin' much?"

"That's what I said, wasn't it?"

The discourse was soft and gentle, but tinged with something more primal than hate. While the python's surly nature and violent predisposition had been worked out of him, the Mistress had ensured that his--and the other boy's--instinctive need to dominate a rival remained. The snake turned, his tail coiling slightly behind him as he rose to his knees and faced the kneeling fox. Their cocks jutted up, morning wood giving way to honest erections as they sized one another up. Both wore grins as the fox snorted.

"Speakin' of nothin' much" coo'ed the slender fox as he leaned in and stroked a paw slowly along the python's hidden shaft. The gesture forced a slight arch of Zavis' back as he hissed out a mild rebuke.

"Why've you got to make everything about you, fox?" The python's hands guided the fox's paws away from his silk-covered shaft before assaulting the vulpine's smaller--though just as rock hard--dick with a series of meandering strokes that had the orange-furred male squirming and moaning on his knees.

The fox's ear tips flushed as his grin melted into a low groan of barely contained lust. Both boys had slid closer together even as they exchanged barbs. The fox's shaft grazed along Zavis' slightly longer but slimmer dick, the tapered tip of the snake's prick beading with pre-cum beneath the sensual embrace of his panties. The two continued like this for several minutes, bodies met in a loving embrace even as they subconsciously sought some sensual advantage over the other.

By now several of the other boys had stopped to watch, their own panties tenting with eager flesh as they followed each movement of the two bodies. A few giggled and leaned into the available shoulders of any nearby boy. A few of them looked tense, however, their eagerness betrayed by staring eyes and calculated careful movements, as if readying themselves for some inevitable conclusion.

Heated breath brushed over Zavis' scales as he continued to grind against the fox's body, warm fur massaging cooler scales even as the python's hands dropped to give the fox's ass a firm squeeze. His cock felt like it was going to explode, though after a week of being forbidden to even touch himself the python had already begun to learn to ignore that. A short gasp from the fox was cut short as Zavis leaned in to kiss him firmly, that dry flicking tongue tickling along the vulpine's gums as their twin heartbeats pounded with mutual exhilaration.

Finally, it was the fox that broke the kiss. His paws slid up Zavis' bare belly and chest before firmly pushing the snake away. The python fell back onto his silk-clad ass, one leg bent beneath him as he blinked up at the fox looming over him. The fox's grin grew wider, though he made no move towards the off-balance serpent. Instead, the slim vulpine inhaled, puffing his chest out slightly before looking to their audience and announcing two simple, innocent, anarchy-inducing words.

"PILLOW WAR!"

The room exploded into a flurry of movement as those who had seen something like this coming allowed all their pent up anticipation to escape in a burst of kinetic determination. Boys flung themselves towards the nearest pillow, eager to arm themselves against the inevitable assault they knew was coming. It was a familiar activity for them, a perennial favourite amongst those who wanted a little fun before their daily duties began. The rules had become accepted less through consensus, however, than through repeated application; even new boys caught on quickly once the game had been running for more than a few minutes. The beds were safe, the exposed floor that ran along the ravine between the two rows of beds was not

The small cameras which hung intermittently from the ceiling whirred and buzzed to life, the call no doubt garnering the attention of the Mistress Herself; it was rare that She was so busy as to be unable to enjoy a little distraction, especially at such a lazy hour. The boys knew it too, and all of them silently promised themselves that they would make themselves remarkable in Her eyes.

Zavis was as quick as any of the others. His arm shot out immediately, the boy half-rolling onto his side in order to grab a pillow; the fabric was still warm from the night his head had spent buried in it. The python curled his fingers into the delicate white pillow case, using the fabric as a handle like a swordfighter grasping the hilt of his weapon. Already the shouts of boys pummelling each other with feathered terror filled the room, shouts of glee intermingled with shouts of surprise as boys received whacks to the head, back, butt and at least one getting swatted right between his legs. Everyone did their best to stay away from the edge of the rows of beds, but a few were already being herded unwittingly by the well practiced swats of their opponent's pillow.

Zavis brought his own up just in time to deflect a hard whomp from the fox's weapon. The vulpine bounced gently on his feet as he rose to them. While trying to shake the bed enough to keep Zavis distracted, all it served to do was keep the foxboy somewhat off balance. Scrambling backwards and nearly colliding with a panther and raccoon already locked in combat, Zavis turned over only to feel a feathery weight slam into his silk-covered ass.

"Get up and face me, coward!" declared the fox with an air of dramatic bravado. A giggle escaped the plush tailed boy as his wings buffeted behind him before tucking in tightly against his back. The python obliged him, rising to his feet even as an errant swing from the raccoon struck the snake in the shoulder. His cock wobbled and ached in his panties as he brought his pillow down in a hard arc towards the top of the fox's head, the blow drawing a yelp from the vulpine before he melted into a peal of laughter which punctuated his own counter-attack! It was as the two circled one another, slipping their respective pillows past the other's defenses to swat at their nearly nude body, that the python saw a familiar face nearby!

On the other row of beds Ket had been no less eager than Zavis and had thrown himself haphazardly into the fray. His pillow swatted left and right even as his footpaws tried to maintain purchase on the decadent softness of the mattresses the Mistress had provided for Her boys. A slinky puma in a pair of red tie-side panties had been beating on a familiar blue-furred otter for several minutes and as Ket rushed up behind the feline he threw his pillow up into a hard swing that struck the puma right in the ribs! The feline let out a yowl of surprise as his already tenuous footing was thrown off even more and he fell to his side, bouncing once on the mattress as his impressively sized cock bounced and jostled about in his panties. Ket stood over him, grinning as his own green panties tented up almost triumphantly. The feline was spared no time to gather himself before he was being pummelled by a flurry of blows! The blue otter got to his knees and joined in, both of the mustelids showing no mercy to the yelping and bouncing puma! Finally, Ket's foot came down gently against the crotch of the panting puma and give him a hard shove that sent him sliding off of the bed and onto the floor below!"

"Thanks, Ket" Conri wheezed out, his stiff prick saluting his saviour in a display that mimicked Ket's own erect shaft.

"Otters gotta stick together" answered Ket bluntly, even as he inwardly sought a plan to use his friend-turned-rival and dispose of him safely! He grinned, regardless of his intentions, and pulled Conri up to his feet before both of the boys turned their attention to the rest of the contest.

Several boys already lay on the floor, all of them out of breath as they recovered from their relatively short role in the franticly paced war. Even as the two otters watched, they saw a raccoon in a pair of grey silken panties get bum-rushed right off a bed, the boy letting out a playful shriek as he toppled to the floor with the other losers.

Zavis pushed against the fox, panting for breath himself as his lungs ached for the very air that his foxen opponent's pillow kept knocking out of them. Both of the boys were tiring, but it was as the fox slipped on the bed that the python took the opportunity to retreat--for now. Turning, the snake vowed he'd be the one to put the fox onto the floor, but he needed a chance to recover. Hopping from one bed to the next, the python stepped over the body of a snow leopard who was struggling against the onslaught of a larger canine, neither of them paying any mind to Zavis. It was only when the snake nearly collided head-on with a husky that he found himself in danger once again!

Going down in a tangle, the husky seemed as surprised as the python. The canine had just finished off a rather stubborn collie--the stiff dicked collie now lay prone on the floor at the base of the bed, pre-cum oozing liberally into his sky blue panties as he blushed at no-one in particular--and had not expected to be attacked again so quickly. Through a stroke of luck the husky found himself ontop of the snake, his instincts demanding he seize this advantage before the python stole it away from him. Shimmying up the length of Zavis' athletic frame, the husky fought off the shoving hands of his opponent before pressing his knees down into the serpent's shoulders. Zavis, for his part, found himself staring up at the looming cock of the smirking canine, the musk of the gloating husky's arousal filling the snake's nostrils even as he struggled beneath him.

The shout of the snow leopard whom Zavis had stepped over earlier punctuated the predicament the snake found himself in. The feline had been slowly overcome by the longer reach and harder swats of the German Shepard he'd been battling. The shepherd had finally earned a decisive advantage over his smaller opponent and had fought him right to the edge of the bed. His heart racing, the tiring snow leopard's cock strained against the purple cotton of his panties and presented itself as a target far too tempting to ignore. With a final powerful swing the Shepherd's pillow swatted the feline right in his crotch, the strike eliciting the shout of masochistic pleasure which had reached Zavis' ears. The pressure of the pillow striking him in his dick was too much for the cat, and in a fitful display of submissive defeat, he came. Thick cum sprayed into the purple briefs, darkening the fabric even as the cat's cheeks darkened with the humiliation which went hand in hand with creaming one's panties. He was shown no mercy, however; even as the leopard's balls emptied into his underwear the Shepherd finished him off with a strike to the side that sent the pleasure-wracked leopard tumbling off the bed and left him bellydown on the floor, out of the game.

Zavis, of course, saw none of this. His vision was filled with silk-clad dogcock and even as his hands pushed at the husky's body, the canine seemed contented with sliding his hips forward to grind his balls into the python's snout.

"Come on, plead a little" teased the husky in a low voice, the snake's legs trembling as his hips arched up, jutting cock throbbing as though it knew he was in trouble. A few awkward swats from the husky's pillow to the side of the snake's head was enough to quiet him down, however, his arms unable to reach around the husky and block the strikes.

It was as Zavis opened his mouth to answer that he was finally rescued from the gloating husky's school-girl pin. Though the python couldn't see who was holding the pillow, he could see the pillow itself as it smacked the husky right in the side of the head. The canine tumbled to the side, squawking out in a rather undignified way as his surprise overtook his confidence. Zavis couldn't help but laugh, his shoulders sore from where the husky's weight had been most concentrated, but easily able to get back to his knees.

It was the fox again.

"I take my eyes off you for two minutes and you end up under some sissy dogboy" scolded the fox as he gripped his pillow in both paws and swung it into Zavis' head before the python. "Thought I wouldn't come after you or somethin', snake?" added the foxboy even as Zavis reeled from the blow. The husky was getting back to his feet by now, and his attention had turned Zavis to this new threat, his ears flattened and a scowl on his features.

"No fair" remarked the husky, "I was playing with him!"

The canine wasted no time in attacking the vulpine, Zavis left to watch as they ignored him in favour of one another! The boys who had already been eliminated had begun to gather themselves up, rising to their feet and making their way to the door; they still had a day to prepare for. Sheepish looks were afforded to the surviving boys still battling on the beds, stiff dicks bobbing with their steps. Those who had been unable to resist the urge to cum had already lost their tents, panties stained with their release and flaccid cocks only adding to the sense that they'd been proven inferior by whichever boy had defeated them.

Zavis paid the losers no mind, still on his knees as he enjoyed the show before him. The fox and canine seemed evenly matched at first, but as the fox grew more tired, he grew more reckless as well. The boy closed the distance with his canine opponent, slapping his cock-tent against the tent of the other boy as though they were battling with those rather than the pillows. The sensation of their cocks bumping and slapping against each other was enough to distract the husky, however, and when a particularly solid hit got through and struck his chin, the husky knew he was in trouble! Wobbling back a step, the dog growled out playfully, playing tough even as the fox kept coming at him, keeping the distance close.

"Down you go, mutt!" teased the fox between the little puffs of breath he was able to steal between swings. Then it happened, the fox slipped.

The vulpine's feet got tangled in the sheets of the bed and when the husky's pillow found his sensitive ribs, the fox had no chance to stay on his feet. Yelping, the boy fell back onto his butt, legs spreading wide as his body instinctively sought purchase on the bed. Blue eyes stared widely up at the husky who had taken on the air of a predator standing over his prey. Pillow strikes rained down on the fox who rolled about to try and avoid them as best he could. Moving to get back to his knees, the fox was sent sprawling once again by a heavy head-shot from the canine--who had no intention of letting another potential victim slip away. Much like before, however, his single-mindedness allowed him to be surprised.

Zavis had watched the exchange--which had lasted three minutes or so--avidly. When it became clear that the husky was winning, he realized it was time to join in. As the husky raised his pillow, herding the scrambling fox towards the edge of the bed, he felt something strike him hard on his panty-covered ass. The force of the strike was enough to jerk the canine's hips forward unwittingly. Holding his pillow, Zavis grinned as he spun on his heels. His pillow was held out and as the python came full-circle the pillow struck the husky right in his out-thrust cocktent. The husky didn't blow his load like the snow leopard had, but the hit was still enough to send him stumbling back several steps, bringing him to the brink of the bed as both of his paws dropped to cup his shaft. It was not a matter of pain, but a matter of control; the boy could feel his balls churning with potent seed, every drop of it demanding he let it paint his panties and it took every ounce of his self-control to keep himself dry.

This time it was the fox's turn to watch as Zavis battled the husky--the poor canine helpless against the assault of one boy after another. Tired as he was, the canine could only lift a paw from his pre-cum stained panties as though pleading with the python.

"C-Come on, mercy!"

The python just giggled.

"Out of my way, boy. I have a game to win" all Zavis said before his pillow struck the husky in the belly and sent the boy tumbling from the bed. It wasn't a long fall to the floor, three or four feet at most, but it may as well have been a pit for all the attention the python paid to his victim once the husky was over the edge. Had he looked, however, he'd have seen the panting husky laying face-up on the floor. Legs spread, the husky's face was a red sea of humiliation, ears pinned back as he looked up at the edge of the bed he'd just been knocked off from. He could feel the pressure in his dick reach an unimaginable thresh-hold, then the thresh-hold was surpassed and with a cry the canine filled his red panties with his cum, potent seed spurting impotently through the fabric and painting his bellyfur.

"Nice one, Zav!" called out Ket from the other row of beds. Both he and Conri had remained together, battling off any boys silly enough to attack them, and eliminating several boys they had managed to catch unaware and they had found themselves a moment of quiet which they had used to watch Zavis' battle with the husky.

"Aren't they all?" Zavis answered, glancing briefly towards Ket before turning his attention back to the fox, who was only now getting to his feet.

"Thanks for the save, snake. That just makes us even though, which means now y'er butt is mine" huffed out the fox, his breath returning to him at a steady pace as he sized up the equally tired serpent. When the fox finally attacked, Zavis was ready for him, bracing his shoulder against the fox's pillow as it smacked into it even as Zavis' pillow slapped into the fox's belly. Both boys pushed one another this way and that, always careful of their own footing on the shifting bed.

The room had begun to quiet somewhat. Over half of the boys who had started the battle had been eliminated, and with the exception of the few who still languished on the floor trying to reconcile their defeat with their own self-perceived superiority, the rest were gone. Ket and Conri had met their match in the form of a large tiger boy, their smaller bodies tossed and buffeted by the powerful blows from the feline's attacks. Ket had already taken several swats to his cock and was on his knees when the tiger finished him off. A single blow to the chin sent the otter's head snapping back and his body following it, falling from the bed with a cry of defeat that was made all the more conspicuous by the silence left by the declining number of boys.

Conri could only watch as his partner vanished over the edge of the bed, cock twitching at the sight as his own body shook with anxious anticipation. The tiger turned his full attention to the diminutive blue otter. The tiger's dick thrust up as though proclaiming its superiority over the two otters by its sheer masculinity. The otter balked, slapping the tiger with his pillow in a futile show of resistance. If the tiger could hold off both Ket and him at the same time, what chance did he have alone? The answer came quickly as he felt the tiger's pillow impact with his chest. Half-turning, the blue otter almost dove off of the bed, as though trying to escape further punishment from the tiger. The tiger simply laughed as the otter hit the floor, rolling onto his side with a groan as a paw immediately dropped to his cock, right on the edge of a climax he wasn't sure he could stop.

"Two more bite the dust" proclaimed the tiger cockily, shaking his head at the pair of otters he'd added to the tableau of defeated boys which decorated the floor. Like so many others before him, Conri lost the battle with his self-control and his hips thrust up slightly from the floor as rich cum sprayed into tight orange silk, the fabric quivering with the pressure of the cum being released against it.

Zavis didn't see his friends fall, however, still locked in battle with the fox. Things were going well for the snake and even Ket rising to his feet and slinking from the room with the diminished aire of a vanquished warrior, his cock only half-erect as though mimicking the boy's dejection, did not draw the snake's attention away from the fox. A final smack sent the fox facedown into the mattress, his head hanging over the edge of the bed and his ass quivering as his exhausted body fought to right itself before the snake could put him down for good. Still holding a pillow in one paw, the fox rolled over, one leg bending at the knee as he found himself--once again--staring up at a stiff-dicked competitor looking to finish him. There was no plea on his lips as the fox faced his own impending defeat, the snake's musk and sweat overpowering the boy in a way that had him almost desperate to be dominated by the serpentine male.

A final shred of self-preservation kept the fox from simply submitting. It clicked in the back of his mind, like the shutter of a camera as his mind took stock of the situation and saw a way out. As horny as all the boys were by this point--many of them removing at least one competitor from the game--the snake's cock-tent, like the others, was his weakpoint. The fox's foot came up, pressing firmly against the snake's dick even as Zavis lifted his arms to begin his final attack and instead found his cock jerking in his panties beneath the attentive footpaws of his vulpine rival. Aborting his attack, the snake dropped his hands to push the fox's foot away only to find the fox's pillow slamming into his cheek. A sound that dripped with disappointment slipped from the python's throat as he stumbled to the side, dazed by the unexpected blow and suddenly finding himself teetering at the foot of the bed.

No, no, no! his mind shouted, but the boy's bleary vision refused to clear and his body refused to move.

"Almost, snake" was the only warning the dazed python had before he felt a firm smack to his ass. Though the smack wasn't enough to topple him, the pillow slamming up between his legs was certainly enough. Knees pressing together, Zavis grimaced as the shock of the hit raced up his spine and belly at the same time. He was helpless to stop the inevitable slumping of his body which sent him over the edge of the bed and out of the game. The boy landed on his knees first, the carpet cushioning his fall but not enough to keep the jarring impact from causing him to sprawl out belly-down on the floor.

A cascade of thoughts washed through the snake's head as he realized what had just happened. Zavis' dick was compressed against his lower belly, and the thought of the fox looking down at him right now was almost enough to cause it to spurt right then and there. As the python groaned out and rolled over onto his back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling above, he could hear the fox chuckle. When the snake looked, however, the fox had already turned and left, looking for his next opponent in the dwindling ranks of survivors.

And so it went for at least a few more minutes. A few more boys fell, and throughout it Zavis languished on the floor, his aching cock still almost painfully erect. It was only when he was gathering himself to get up that he heard the door open. The game stopped immediately and those boys who could, turned to face the figure who stood at the entrance of the dorm room--Zavis paid it little mind.

"My my, you boys have been busy, haven't you" mused a familiar voice; Her voice. Zavis' heart skipped a beat as his breath caught, unable to bear to look in Her direction from his shameful position on the floor. He could hear Her footsteps grow closer despite the carpet which muffled them. "Since the ten of you have done such a good job of disposing of the other boys, I thought I'd reward you by watching the rest of your little game. I'll even forgive your tardiness in regards to your duties, boys" She continued, after all, their primary duty was to keep Her happy and She sounded quite happy.

As Her voice drew closer, the snake trembled for fear of some rebuke from Her, though it did not come. What he did receive, however, was a sudden weight pressing down on his hips. Her foot had come to rest right on the python's stiff tent, the pressure pushing his cock down flat against his belly.

"Now then, continue boys" She said, paying no mind to the boy laying beneath Her feet. Her eyes were only for the boys still in the competition, the snake an implied coincidence--he had simply been laying where She'd intended to stand! The scent of Her, the feel of Her foot on his already straining dick--all of it, it was too much. When he came, Zavis did his best to stifle the noise. Biting down, the snake's dick twitched once beneath Her foot before the familiar gush of warmth signalled a climax that had the boy squirming helplessly at the feet of his mistress. Several thick wads of sticky cream pulsed into his black and white panties, staining his lower belly and adding another scent to the already musky air of the dorm room.

She did not look down. She did not say anything. She did not seem to notice the snake's predicament. His cock emptied its load all over himself and She simply kept her foot atop it like a victor posing above their victim. It wasn't long before the boy's cock began to soften, his cheeks flushed brilliantly at the feeling of cum drying against his scales and then he knew it; He was Hers.

She stayed there for the remainder of the game as She'd said. Only once the last opponent had fallen, and the final boy remained standing--It wasn't the fox--did She step off. There were no instructions to the others, they knew their role and fulfilled it obediently. Zavis rose to his feet, shaky from the exertions of the morning, and followed the other losers out of the room. As the door closed behind them, the boy heard Her voice,

"Such a good bo--" it began before the door clicked shut.

Then and there the snake vowed to himself that next time, it would be him that'd earn a private meeting with Her. He would be Her good boy... next time...