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They arrived at the Guild House, Collector Manson sighed. His second in command, a grey Fox slid off of their mount, a pink hued, spotted dragon. He took the reigns from the Iguana slave master and followed behind male. Collector greeted the receptionist slave and told the Naisian, a member of a race that resembles a humanoid equine, of the appointment that had been made for him. The mare nodded then silently left them to announce his arrival. As he waited, he noticed that there were other Guild Masters sitting around the lobby for a change and all looking nervous.

"Master Manson," A Cheetah female came up to him and literally looked down on him being seven foot tall to his five. "I am Mistress Chaz'ra. I have many... interesting tales of you. I wanted to meet you for a while now, so I must ask while I have the chance... do you have any of my kin in your collection? I am willing to pay for a single night with a male."

"No, unfortunately I do not have one. I do not know of anyone in my neighborhood either. Sorry."

"Histra!" She cursed. "Forgive my language, I am in heat and do not have a proper male with me for this visit. Damn laws prevented it."

"From bringing a like species male?"

"No, my planet prohibits a slaver from owning same species. Thank you for your time." She bowed then raced off rather quickly.

"Big cat..." Richard whispered. "I am glad the other dogs weren't with us."

"You are telling me nothing new there."

The mare returned and spoke quietly. Richard heard her while Collector did not, so he nudged the lizard and motioned to the horse and waited while his Master got his directions. The three then went to a rather small chamber where Richard and Collector bound the dragon up to the wall. A few minutes later, a couple of humans came in and pulled scales from her hide then drew blood. Then one shoved their hand into the female's genitals and forced her to urinate onto a small stick then walked away like nothing unusual happened. Collector did nothing to calm her, knowing these rooms had cameras in them, but he did tell her the worse had yet to come.

"What will they do to her?" Richard asked quietly.

"Well, they will likely take a sample of flesh other than the scales they just took then they will likely force her to vomit then force a camera down her throat to check for diseases that could be contagious. Then they could use electric shock to get a stool sample, but with her size, they would be more willing to force their arms into her and pull a sample out."

Richard whimpered.

"This is why I use a private doctor for the family instead of bringing them here. Even with the racial slurs and disliking of slaves, the hospital is safer for slaves."

Richard was about to open his mouth to ask something else when a different human came in and did exactly what Collector predicted. He was glad he told the dragon to eat lightly. Luckily, she did not refuse any order given to her. The stench of vomit made the two males queasy, luckily the tests were done and now they had to wait for results.

At least the three were allowed to leave the room until they were called for again. So Collector took them to the main office that tended to the services of Guild Masters. Here he had his slaves seclude themselves in a corner while he did what he wanted.

"Travel services, please." Collector asked the desk worker; at least this one was not a slave.

"Down the hall, third door on the right. Slaves must stay here."

"Understood." He moved on without even looking at his slaves knowing they would behave.

When he came to the door, he opened it and was welcomed by a human female. He entered and sat at the small desk that she sat behind.

"I am Collector Manson." He started. "I have a unique slave in my care and I am curious about her planet but more curious about her care."

"One moment." She tapped on the skinny screen in front of her. "You must be speaking of the Draskian. The world has just been conquered seven Standard months ago... travel is open but is recommended that plans to visit is held for another Standard year."

"I wish to know where she directly came from so I can learn more about her. Especially should she come ill, so I know how to take care of her. The Council refuses all requests for more information."

"I am sorry, sir; that is marked restricted, I cannot share that."

"Very well. What about Valhan?"

"Open... it seems you have land under your name there, marked private."

"E-excuse me? I know nothing of such."

"Gregory Manson is deceased and you are his heir, correct?"

"Yes," He leaned forward trying to get a glance at her screen.

"You have property under his name there. Along with private transportation, shall I contact them and have the transport come here?"

"Uh... Please. Can I also have any information you can give on the property? I knew nothing of this."

"All that is here is that it is a ranch approximately one thousand acres."

"Damn... that's... a lot of land."

"There are land keeper services available while you are away. Shall I sign you up?"

"What's the price?"

"Five thousand Azas a month."

"Let's do it one month at a time. I'll be taking my slaves and tenders with me."

"Very well. It is done, all funds from your business needs to be transferred via electronic services to be available off world."

"Already set up."

"Anything else, sir?"

"No... thank you for this mind-blowing information." Collector rose from his seat and went for the door, "Where do I need to go for vaccinations?"

"Local hospital for you and your slaves, speak to the Guild doctor for the Draskian, though."

"Thank you again."

Collector walked away and rejoined his slaves. Richard stood as his Master came into sight, Collector waved him down as he approached. The Iguana sat as he pondered about the news he had just learn up until the paging system broke his train of thought and called him back to the infirmary. The three went quietly back through the halls and managed to avoid the random people. Once back into the tiny exam room, they waited for the doctor to come in and give Collector the results.

Fifteen minutes of painful waiting, the doctor entered with a small computer and started off with a generic greeting.

"Congratulations, the slave is pregnant. It is healthy and still can perform daily duties for the next few weeks until it begins to show the signs of eggs."

"Thank you. Can we talk about planetary vaccinations?"

"Certainly, for this one or the mutt?"

"The Draskian... I was told that you have to give the vaccinations for travel with... it. I plan on going to Valhan and I am taking my slaves with me. The Draskian is the only one I cannot take to a standard hospital for the shots."

"Very well. I will send in the nurse." The doctor left and closed the door behind him.

"Sorry about that, these people only see slaves as animals."

"What about you?" Richard asked quietly obviously hurting from the verbal slur.

"If you had noticed, he did not even look at me. He is a Humanist, most likely xenophobic as well."

"Uh..."

"Afraid of any creature not from this planet."

"But what about you?"

"Have I ever shown any hatred to any species?"

"I- not that I have seen, Master."

"Good. Now silence yourself before the nurse comes in."

Collector was right to hiss out that order for as soon as he finished speaking, the nurse came in and went straight to pumping various concoctions into the dragon. She hissed in pain but did not fight. After the shots, the nurse looked at Collector and told him he was free to leave. He nodded then pulled the reigns from the dragon's saddlebag and got her ready to move again. Once they were outside and away from any other slaver, Collector demanded their silence on the vaccinations for it is to be a surprise on the family. They complied knowing too well what would entail should they spill the beans.

"Master Manson! Master Manson!" A young male human came running from the Guild House.

"What now?" Collector grumbled as he stepped around the dragon. "Yes, boy?"

"Mistress Chaz'ra wishes to speak with you once more before you leave the property, she said it was urgent."

"Fine, where is she?"

"In the lobby, Master."

He grumbled but followed the boy back inside. His two slaves right on his tail. The boy directed the lizard to a room meant for slave masters alone, the three slaves waited outside of this room for their respected Masters.

"You called, Chaz'ra?"

"Indeed. Despite my heat from confusing my purpose earlier, I have needed to tell you that you might have a chance to move up. I actually work for Char'zi, you know him as Councilman Five, the Council chooses their replacement based on reputation and certain acts. If you are willing to... meet privately, Char'zi will explain more."

"Apparently I have a ranch on Valhan, I plan on spending a few weeks there. You get him to approve of my travels and such, I will welcome him there."

"I shall pass on the news..."

"I am curious, did you ever find a proper male?"

"Yes, and a fellow slaver at that. I shall be just fine."

"I am glad to hear that."

Chaz'ra stood and smoothed the fine fur on her tail. "Congrats on completing your task within the year, I am sure we will meet again."

"Wonderful." He forced a smile as he stood and offered his claw for a shake.

She left without touching him, which irritated him. He waited a moment before joining his slaves..

"Let's go."

Once more they went outside and finally mounted the dragon. When she spread her wings to fly off, another call for Collector brought a curse from his maw. He looked to the caller and noticed it was just a slave. He climbed down and accepted the package that the slave passed off to him. With it in arm, he climbed back up and told her to get some distance quickly. She took off before anyone else could call out to them. On the short flight home, Collector opened the small box and looked inside. There laid an ornate clip. He looked closer at it then gasped, it was a feather clip that he knew all too well.

"I hope Mac will take this well..."

Richard peered over his Master's shoulder. "A clip?"

"I gave this to Jorgè , with the permission of my Master, after my fifth win over him."

"I see." Richard leaned back a little, "How do you plan on giving it to him? From what I know of him, he's... touchy."

"That he is. I figure something out. Just let me deal with this. I am his guardian after all."

"Yes, sir."

The Draskian landed in front of the manor and waited for her Master to slide off of her back. As he removed her reigns, he noticed the worried look in her eyes. He took his time removing the halter to allow Richard to go inside and leave them alone.

"Speak, I can tell you are worrying over something."

"It is not important, Master." She flinched hoping she would get away with her evasiveness.

"Yes it is, I seen that look in the eyes of many females who think their unborn are in danger."

A sigh broke from the muzzle that was big enough to enough Collector's entire head to fit in.

"When my planet surrendered, the nobles gave up their children as a piece offering. Now that I have been... bred, I fully know I cannot return home. Not without risking my head. I have not been properly given..."

"It matters not, my dear. Just know that as long as you are with me, your head will stay on your shoulders."

This lightened her mood some. She drew closer to him and licked his snout. "Thank you, but I know my place. It is my duty to keep the fragile peace. I will do anything to keep my family alive." She nudged him towards the door. "Go in, you will grow cold soon."

"It is only three Celsius, I won't freeze up too quickly. Can you contact your family?"

She remained silent.

"Look, if you ever become ill, I do not trust the slave doctors enough that they will actually take care of you. Please help me help you."

"If the Council learns that I can contact my family, we are dead. So... sorry, Master, I will not disobey the higher power."

"Very well, I will ask once more when we are off planet and away from the Council. Just think about it... A chance to see your parents once more even if it is over a Vid-line."

She sighed then pushed him to the door and kept insisting that he needed to go inside. He finally obliged her and went in. The heat burned his scales, but overall it was welcoming to have. He told her once more to think about it before heading upstairs. He went to his old den to see the hatchlings' beds were fully built before he and Roger went back to the hospital to pick them up. Their mother stayed even after released, though the hospital hated it, they did require one adult to stay with underage patients and therefore Roger came home for a few hours a day to make sure his wife was not overwhelmed with chores. Roger, in fact, was just leaving to return to the hospital as Collector was coming back down to fix hot tea.

"Sir?"

"They are ready to come home, I take it?"

"They are. Do you wish to come with me to sign them out?"

"Let me get a cup of coffee to take, it is no Earl Grey, but it will be enough for a while."

"That reminds me, I need to pick up some more tea. We are almost out of lose leaf."

"After we pick them up. Richard!" Collector called out as he went to the kitchen. The scamper of claws warned him that the Fox was rushing to heed his call once again.

"Master?"

"We are going to pick up the hatchlings. Keep everyone in line and remind them that there will be young ears in the Manor soon." "Yes, sir. I will remind them."

"Oh, and tell the trainer as well, I don't want his foul mouth spoiling innocent ears."

"Yes, sir."

Collector poured a travel mug full then met up with Roger. They then went to the car and left. Three hours later, the seven hatchlings and one slave were brought in and settled while the rest of the slaves were informed on their diets. So they would not share or take food from them until they were released from it. Most of the slaves, mainly the males, had donned loincloths. The human slaves had more appropriate attire.

Robert, the eldest of the hatchlings, went to the room that Collector set up for them almost immediately. He shouted back down stairs for his siblings to come up, all except Luke, the youngest, went up to inspect their new room. Collector smiled as the hatchling stared at Mac with the utmost fascination. He squealed and jumped back as the Macaw knelt and welcomed him home.

"You are a jumpy little thing, young Master Luke. Have you ever flown before?"

Luke shook his head still not being able to fully talk thanks to the grafting his tongue had gone through.

"Master..."

"Just don't stay in the cold too long, Mac, I don't want to learn just how little Warm Blood runs through their veins."

"Yes, Master. Come, Master Luke, we shall fly above the Manor for a bit. When it warms up, maybe we will be allowed to fly to the mall and back."

Collector chuckled as the little male had lightened up the bird's mood. He still had not given the feather clip to him yet. He would after his little flight. Collector went upstairs to check on his dragon, he knew she was in a foul mood and was staying in his room just to keep out of trouble.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked quietly as he entered the bedroom, he noticed that she was trying to nap in what little sunlight was left.

"Decent enough, Master."

He dismissed his clutch maker then closed the door behind the female Iguana. "Alright, I want to know more about you in general. Since I went straight into my duties with you, I did not try to learn anything about you."

"I am a slave... I have nothing to share."

"Bullshit. You yourself told me you were a noble's daughter. Now talk."

She sighed, "Fine, but if the Council finds out... we are likely to end up dead."

"They will only find out if we tell them. I want to know you."

"The best way I can translate this is difficult for me to understand. My name in Galactic Standard is The One That Dances Among the Stars. I came from the Dä sdra region of Draca Pallaveria from the... Grassy Knoll Sleepers clan. My father, the Alpha of our region, was the first to surrender to the soldiers of two legs. We are a peaceful race, and detest war to begin with. But we can and will fight if need be. And... I did lie to you about my abilities... for my own safety."

"Then keep them a secret. Including your education, that is a dangerous thing for a slave. To the Guild, a learned slave is a dangerous slave. Slaves can only be taught so much before the Guild begins to butt in. That is if the slave is publicly learning."

"May I resume the standard I have started?"

Collector sat down next to her before answering. "Around other slavers... yes. If you wish to share your knowledge with the family feel free to do so. I prefer intelligent workers over those that cannot understand the task they are doing."

"Is that one of the reasons that... water mammal got punished as such?"

"Yes, being too smart for his own good and making a costly mistake. I do not mind him getting such... atrocities, but I do mind him not asking first. I offered a deal, he accepted, I cannot go back against it. I would show a weakness that no slaver can have."

"Compassion?"

"Right, I love everyone of my slaves as though they are my children... or nest-mates, but I still have to treat them as slaves. I can give them a better life... that is all I can do."

The dragon moved her head to rest it on his lap. "I do not know how you could do that for me..."

"By treating you like a mate. You just need to open up and talk to me. Just remember, you will always be a slave unless the Council decides to give me your registration papers."

"So I am not yours?"

"Not yet, I have the request placed, but that takes time."

"What will they do to my young?"

"I do not know, but if we can, we will hide at least one from them."

She let a whining growl loose.

"Ten months left with me, that is when the truth will be revealed."

"I won't be able to hold off that long. I do not know the difference of cycles here, but my kind is only pregnant for two months at most."

Collector rubbed her head gently. Before long, she started to breathe deeply as slumber over took her and left her Master in a rather uncomfortable position. He did not care too much, as he did not have any other plans for the day save the meal. He just continued to pet her until he, too, fell asleep.

They woke sometime later when Richard knocked loudly on his door.

"Master, we have a problem!"

"One moment." Collector lifted the groggy head off his lap and got free of the weight. He felt rather chilled away from her body. "Yes?"

"It is the trainer, sir, he has gotten a hold of one of the hatchlings and-"

"Where is he?" Collector hissed as he went to his closet and pulled out a few of the tools of his trade.

"He is in the kitchen, sir."

Collector pushed by the Fox and rushed off downstairs. He found the trainer taking a paddle to Adeline, the red half-Salamander. Collector had pulled an ancient tool from his small collection and pointed it at the back of the human and squeezed the trigger, the human stiffened as wires from the tool dug into his flesh through the thin fabric of his shirt. He fell to his knees after Collector kicked him then took the paddle away from him.

"Adeline, are you alright?"

She sniffed and rubbed her under tail.

"Go upstairs and stay there for a bit, I will up there soon." He waited after she left the room before grabbing the man by his bangs and forcing him to look the slaver in the eye. "What right do you have attacking my hatchling? Hmm? I did not say you could play parent with any of them. Do it again and I will cut off your fucking head, do you understand me?"

The man blinked as he drooled a little. Collector slammed him into the floor and left him there.

"Richard, thank you. If he tries anything with my young again, let me know and I will deal with him."

"Yes, Master." Richard took a step back seeing the rage in his Master's eyes, he did not want that rage brought upon his own person.

Collector pulled the tips of the wires out of the man's back then took the tools upstairs. As soon as he was in the hatchlings' room. He sat the stuff down minus the electric tool and wound the wires back into the holder.

"What happened?"

"I was just getting some water when he grabbed me. He yelled at me then for making a mess before taking that thing to me."

"Here, lay on your belly, tail up."

She did as she was told without hesitation. Collector then began to rub and massage the sore area gently. After a bit, he asked her if she felt better. She answered with a coo, he noticed that she had relaxed her slit and was enjoying his touch a little too much for his liking. With a heavy sigh, he pulled her tail down and stroked her tail. She looked back at him curiously.

"I will not touch you like other males have. So do not expect me to do such things."

"So you won't stick your things into me?"

"Never. I have two females of my own to tend to my needs. Focus on your studies that will begin in the spring. For now, just try to keep your body to yourself and tell your sisters the same. I will talk to your brothers."

"Yes, sir."

"Father... please call me father. I took you and your siblings in so that you can live and learn as proper hatchlings should," He gave her mid back a pat then stood up. "I will look into making a room for you girls soon, so try to behave as best as you can."

"Yes... father."

He left the room and went back downstairs, he found the rest of the children cycling through the channels on the TV and arguing over what to watch. Their mother, now nanny, watched over them quietly as she busied herself dusting the bookshelves. He leaned against the threshold as he listened to the bickering for a short moment before deciding to go the kitchen. Or so he thought he was going to, a knock on the front door made him turn around and go answer it.

"Can I help you?" Collector asked as he opened the door not looking at who was there.

"Yesh... I is looking for Mishta Manshun."

The obnoxiously poor grammar made him flick his tail. "I am he." He got a good look at the visitor, it was a feline male with several teeth missing and wearing a collar.

"On order of meh Mashta, I came to give you paper." The slave handed over an envelope which Collector promptly opened.

Collector Manson,

You are hereby invited to a private auction hosted by Octavius Brenson on February 15

at noon.

Please accept this slave as a gift from your gracious host.

Octavius Brenson

"Come in, I take it you are aware you now belong to me?"

"Yesh, Mashta."

"Follow me."

Collector led the cat down to the basement and interrupted the training session. He had Richard show the cat around while he glared at the trainer whom now showed a good amount of fear towards the Iguana.

"Do you know an Octavius Brenson?"

"High class slaver and breeder. Rumors are that no one truly knows his identity but he may be a Valhanian."

"Wonderful. What about private auctions he hosts?"

"If you get invited, best kiss the stars for your luck."

"Thank you. On the Fifteenth, you do not have to show. Richard will be busy with his duties and I will be unavailable."

"Speaking of such... my time is up for the day. I do apologize for earlier, I thought she was a slave."

"None of the younglings here are slaves. Their mother sold herself for their wellbeing." Collector did his best not to clench his fists as the man fidgeted.

The man walked around Collector then went upstairs.

"Richard."

The Fox came running to answer the summons.

"I want you to find out whatever you can about the cat. I don't care what it is. I want to know what he knows."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, keep a close eye on him. I don't trust him."

"Nor do I, sir. He rubs my fur the wrong way. Good guy... just..."

"Dumb?"

"Yeah."

"Exactly why you need to keep an eye on him. If you have any trouble, let me know."

Richard nodded then went back to watching over the cat as he scrubbed.

Collector went back upstairs and made tea in the kitchen. As the bag steeped, he carried the cup off to the living area where the hatchlings were still arguing. But there had been a new addition to the room, one he wanted to talk to anyway. He dropped the invitation into Roger's lap then sat in his chair as he stirred the water with the teabag.

"You got invited to a Brenson Auction? Who did you nibble on to get this?" Roger bit his lip trying to curb his tongue.

Collector chuckled as he noticed this, "I did not crawl under any desk. I suppose I have just raised a few brows in the past few months. With little to go on, I hope you know how to get to this auction."

"I'll make a few inquires, but I assume it will be at the Brenson Mansion."

"I hope so, too."

Roger took one more look at the paper in his hands before going to make the necessary calls.

"I wanna watch something pretty!" Rose shouted as she struggled over getting the remote.

Collector whistled loudly, "Hand it over." Thatch brought it over to him, the young male had a slight limp since the doctors removed several calluses and other blemishes off of his left foot. "Thank you. Now, until you all can watch the television without fighting; only adults are allowed to touch the remote. Understood?"

Rose pouted but agreed with the rest of her siblings. To make them madder, he turned the channel to the local news and pretended to care about it. They finally left the room and pounded their way upstairs to their room. Except for Luke whom seemed attached to Mac. Mac came into the room to do his daily chores with the help of his little assistant. The scene was enough to make Collector chuckle.

"Mac, it seems you have a sidekick."

"Yep, and he is a great one, too."

"As long as your chores get done, I have no quarrels over it. Just don't let him hurt himself."

"Yes, Master." Mac chortled in his avionic way as he rubbed the young, nearly silent, hatchling's head. "Master, I do have one request."

"Let's hear it."

"I would like to be his speech tutor."

"Granted. Luke, go clean up for supper, I need to talk to our lovely birdie."

Luke nodded and ran off.

"Mac, I have something for you... something that belonged to your father." Collector took the package he got at the Guild and held it up to the Macaw.

Mac cocked his head curiously at it then took it carefully. He glanced between the small box and his Master before opening it. The gasp said many things to Collector.

"I gave that to your father... with the permission of my Master, of course. It was after his fifth loss to me when we learned he had cancer. He performed as long as he could, as you know..." Collector stood and drew up beside the petrified bird. He took the clip from the box and clipped it to the feathered limb of his wing. His opposable taloned hands grabbed the wing and pulled it around from his back to look at the clip.

"Have I told you that you look a lot like him? He was a good male, my friend. I am sure that some would even call that little bauble a tribal relic. I picked it out because it was an import from Huvulah Grandis. Talon-made for warriors of the highest respect. You protect that boy; you earn that clip the right way. You just cannot inherit it and think you can wear it to remember. You must wear it to make your ancestors proud of you. All of them."

"I..."

"You are welcome. Finish your task in here then clean up. Everyone has to be up early in the morning, I will explain at supper."

"Y-yes... Master." Mac was in shock and did not move.

"Macinawa," Collector shouted into the respective ear canal of the bird.

Mac jumped then apologized before going back to work. Collector watched him then noticed a broken feather in his tail. He sighed but let it be for now.

He sat back down as the bird busied himself. He was focused on the weather and did not see June come back into the room and crawl up between her foster father's legs. He started when he flicked his tail and it did not shift to a more comfortable position.

"Yes?" He asked the dark green Iguana female.

"When is food time?"

Collector sighed; he really needed to get tutors in soon. "Soon."

"I will lay still for bread."

"Not you too. Look, no one needs to lay with anyone to eat. Just let me take care of you and your hatch mates."

"You mate me?" Her face lit up as she turned to look up at her elder.

Collector sighed as he looked down at her. "No."

Her expression changed dramatically, he wondered if she had a lot of Mammal Blood running through her veins and she just got lucky to keep her Innodiate features. He kept a firm face due to years of training, but he let a weak grin show her way.

"Don't worry, June, when you are ready for hatchlings, you will find a male yourself that will stay with you. Now, like I told Adeline, just keep your body to yourself and enjoy being a hatchling. Nothing can keep you from being happy except yourself. Just try to stay out of trouble and you will never be stuck to your room for punishment."

She nodded then leaned back against her father figure.

They did not move until the meal was called for. When they finally moved Collector grunted as he finally got to flex his tail. As they sat and waited for the family to finish gathering, Collector tried to figure out how to announce his news.

"Everyone," Collector shouted as the last one sat. "I have an announcement. "We are going on a family vacation to Valhan, so tonight I ask that everyone goes to sleep early for a quick visit to the hospital for vaccinations. The transport should arrive by the end of the week. I do not know the travel conditions for everyone, but expect the worst. It may be a private ride, but the elders remember how Gregory was when it came to transports. But let's try to keep the horrors to a minimum and think of pleasant beginnings and a month of relaxation for us all."

"At least it is worth the pain of those needles." Vector chuckled getting a few 'Here, here's' out of the others.

"I will be getting my own, so don't think that I am out of the loop. Even the hatchlings will be getting them despite their newfound freedom from the hospital has just barely begun. So, eat up and let the nightly festivities begin early!"

This brought the quiet murmur to the table mostly questions to the Valhanians that once lived on the planet about the flora and fauna. Most of them left the world as pups, so most of the questions were directed to Will. The poor Wolf was sentenced to slavery for a crime against his Clan but he gladly told what he knew about his old home.

By the end of the meal, Collector realized that the transport may end up coming before the auction. Then again, the transport would have to pass inspections and everything else before it would be allowed to fly. Roger slid into Richard's seat after the Fox left and leaned over to the spacing Iguana.

"Hey, Lizard."

"Watch it, Human."

"Just making sure you're still alive. I got a couple of results from my calls. Octavius is a Valhanian, a Wolf; and it is being held at his mansion. But there is one more thing you need to be aware of."

"What?"

"He is looking for a mentor for his seven year old grandson. The boy just signed up as a Guild Slaver and already has made his first purchase and made that slave his second."

"Then the Wolf has already made his choice. I hope it is not me... but think of the opportunity."

"I could not get a hold of his Tenders, but I am sure he has."

Afterward, Collector went straight to bed after telling Richard to forget the morning exercise. As he lay down, his clutch maker laid down beside him and his dragon down at the end of the bed. He was nearly asleep when he felt a small form crawl under the blankets and curl up beside him. He turned on his reading lamp and checked to see who it was. It was Thatch; he must have been lonely since his mother was sleeping in the basement. He tried to go back to sleep when he felt his genital slit being rubbed. He did his best to ignore the touch, at least until he felt a claw press into the tight area. He resisted as best as he could before he grew annoyed and went to grab the offending digit. The owner of the claw was not the hatchling, thankfully, but he still stopped the moment before it went further due to the youngling beside him.

The rest of the night went by without incident. When he woke, Collector rolled over to caress his female. She moaned out a morning before they both decided to rise. Richard came knocking a few minutes later to declare that they had less than an hour before they needed to leave and that Roger and Karen had already started dressing the slaves with the proper linens for decency. That news made Collector sigh, he hated seeing his canines covered, but it preserved their lovely bits if they were covered.

"Wake up, Thatch, you need to get dressed."

The lad moaned and rolled over, nearly falling to the floor but Collector caught him just in time.

"Get up before I whip your tail, boy." That got the boy moving. "Make sure your siblings are awake and getting dressed."

The dragon shifted as her Master walked around her.

"You may stay here today; you already had your shots after all. Just don't cause trouble."

"Thank you, Master."

"You are very welcome; the less stress on you means a better pregnancy. I am going to do my best to make sure you are comfortable."

Later, everyone was walking down the street to the hospital seven blocks away. Richard and Roger led the way while Karen and Collector kept everyone in line from the back. They arrived and was immediately met by the staff and was directed to a holding space while the syringes where being processed. Collector went straight to the teenage boys and asked them if they had ever left the planet before. They shook their heads; Collector chuckled as he walked away. A few nurses came into toting a small crate with the loaded syringes a few minutes later.

"You have one for me in there as well, right?" Collector asked as he welcomed them.

The male nurse nodded. "Of course, Mister Manson, you would prefer to have yours elsewhere?"

"No. Though I wish for mine to be first then my hatchlings."

"As you wish."

And so they did just that. Richard was the first of the slaves. Roger and Karen had theirs given last as they were helping with the slaves. When they were able to leave, the younger members of the family whimpered as they tried to resist getting the shots. Collector hummed happily as he listened and comforted them once in a while as they walked home. Once they got home, everyone split up to do their daily tasks except for Collector and Roger. They talked quietly on the cold stoop of the manor.

"Let's not stay out too long, Roger; it is supposedly only Five out today."

"Why do you insist on using Celsius?"

"Because more than half of this planet uses it. Just because we live in the U.S. does not mean it should be forgotten... now what is so important that you had to keep me out here?"

"I think I may have picked up on the rumor that the mentor will be... you."

"Wonderful... I wonder if he will be staying with us."

"By Guild Law... yes he will."

"Shit... Oh well. Guess that means more fun for those hatchlings. You got the directions for tomorrow?"

"Yep, and the trailer is cleaned and ready to be hooked up."

"Go ahead and get that ready, I don't have any plans to head out again."

"Very well, sir."

"Roger, do you think you would be able to accompany me for this auction? You have been to more of them than I."

"If allowed sir. All depends on our host."

Collector nodded then excused himself as the chilled air was getting to him and he truly wanted to warm up. He went straight for the shower and cranked up the heat before stripping and climbing in. He leaned against the wall as the water flowed over him. He had his back turned to the stream when he heard the door open.

"I am sorry..."

"Richard!" Collector gasped and turned around quickly to peer out from the cracked door. "Perfect. Strip down and join me."

"May I relieve myself first?"

"I guess."

Collector watched as the Fox stripped from his clothing before pissing. Even flaccid, Collector thought the male's meat was delicious looking. He opened the curtain as the canine approached and stepped aside. The moment the Fox was in the water, Collector latched onto the mammal and pulled him close. He said nothing as he leeched the body heat from the Fox. He felt uncharacteristically cold, he blamed the shot. But he had been feeling this way since he left the dragon's embrace. He hated the thought that he might be sick. He hoped it was just heat withdrawal, something he had once before like most Cold Blood slaves.

"Master, are you feeling well? The water is rather hot."

"I do hope so, my boy. I am hoping it is just cabin fever." Collector turned the water off with a sigh then reached for the towel rack so he could dry them off. "I am also wondering if it is not heat withdrawal considering I did sleep in the dragon's embrace... she is rather warm."

"Well, let me help you get back into her embrace. I will pull you away in an hour."

"Thank you... and let's keep this between us for now. If I get worse, that is when you need to worry."

"Yes, sir."

They went across the hall, Richard carrying their clothes and hanging onto his Master, there they found only the clutch maker lying on the bed lightly snoring.

"She is soaking downstairs. You lie down and wait here for me to return."

Richard left his Master. The female rolled and laid her arm on him and hissed as she was woken by the sheer shock of his temperature.

"Master..."

"I know, I am cold. I am waiting for Richard to bring up the dragon."

"But it is not that you are cold, you are warm... very warm."

"Yet you hiss as though I am cold."

"At first you were, then you warmed at my touch."

"I could be having an adverse effect from the shot."

The dragon came in still shimmering with the moisture of the water. She lay at the end of the bed while her Master went for her warmth. Richard stood at the door while watching his Master move to her before moving on with his duties. Collector wormed his way under her wing, she snorted as she looked at him.

"Sorry, you are warmer than anything else in this house."

"It is your right, Master."

"Still... I hope whatever caused my temperature fluxes fix itself soon."

The dragon tightened her wing around him as he sprawled out more on her. She drew a heavy breath before laying her head down.

Once the hour was up, Richard came knocking loudly and unwrapped his Master from the leathery blanket. Collector moaned but stood regardless. He felt better, but was incredibly thirsty. He slowly stretched then walked with the two slaves down to the kitchen.

"You don't have to follow me." Collector said as he placed a kettle on the stove for tea.

"Richard told me otherwise, Master. He said that you would might need me more than this past hour."

"He's worried, and frankly, I don't blame him." Collector eyed the Fox as he focused on checking the kitchen for missed dust bunnies.

They both heard him growl before excusing himself.

"Someone is going to get a yelling." The Iguana grinned as the Fox went by him.

The kettle whistled, Collector poured himself a cup over the diffuser ball of loose leaf then he looked over at the female whom looked a little sad.

"Cup or bowl?"

"E-excuse me?"

"Are your claws dexterous enough to handle a cup or would you prefer a bowl for tea?"

"Cup would be fine, Master, thank you."

"I will give you something herbal, I rather not find out you are allergic to caffeine."

She sat on her haunches as her Master pulled out a small bag of apple cinnamon tea and placed it into a mug as he poured the boiling water over it. He carried the drinks over to the tiny table in the corner and pulled up a stool. As the teas steeped, he sought for a conversation starter.

"So... would you like me to give you a name that would roll off the tongue better in Standard?"

"That is your- "

"Stop it. Just give me an honest answer."

She sighed and stared at the red coloring that started to mix in. "It would be nice to be thought of as an individual instead of a beast again."

"Then how do you like Tara?"

She let a growl loose that made her start, "Oh, um, I... I love it."

"Good, but just know that you will still be nameless until you are officially mine. I have done all I can to make it so."

"I... hope it will be done. I fear for the rest of my kith and kin. I know they are not faring as well."

Collector watched as she reached with both forepaws and grabbed the mug to take a sip. "It may be wise to just forget about them, at least for now. They may not survive the year, which is why I wanted you to tell me if you ever feel ill. I prefer to keep you healthy."

"Because I am bearing your offspring?"

"Partly. I hate seeing my family die of illnesses that can be cured."

"And I am... part of your family?"

"All slaves, dear, all slaves are my family. I may be a free male, but I once was a slave."

"I see."

"Until those papers arrive and you are officially mine, please try to do as little as possible but stay healthy. Then you will gain more freedom."

Collector chugged the rest of his tea then went to the living area to read the day's paper. She was not far behind him. When he finally relaxed and got to reading the front page, a knock sounded at the door. He heard Richard's claws clack on the floor as he rushed to answer it.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you?" Richard started happily.

"This is Manson Manor?" The voice was masculine, well educated yet filled with hate towards Richard.

"It is."

"Your Master home?"

"He is. Allow me to get him for you." Richard came to the living area and announced loudly that there was a visitor. The sneer on his muzzle told Collector that it was a Guild Official.

Collector rose and roughly told Richard to 'Stay' as he passed him.

"What can I do for you?"

"I am here on behalf of the Council. In order for you to keep the Draskian, you must turn over half of the clutch she lays. Should there be only one; that one must be turned over."

"Very well, is there a contract I must sign?"

"No. There is not. You will receive the title upon the hand over. Then the planet of its origin will be open to you."

"Thank you."

The man turned abruptly and walked away without any salutes. Now Collector fully understood the sneer, the man reeked of blood and hate.

"Thank you for playing your part, Richard." Collector said as he went back to the living area. "I assume you both heard that, correct?"

"If I do have one egg, I so wish it to be a Hia'zhutul Nata." She growled as she spat her own language."

"I am going to assume that was 'Dead Egg,' right?" Collector looked at her as he sat down.

"Close enough."

"Sir, may I resume my duties?"

Collector looked at him curiously before he realized he had ordered the Fox to 'Stay,' "Yes."

"Thank you, sir." Richard turned and left their sight.

"He has a lot of growing up to do. Hopefully seeing his ancestral home will do him some good."

The dragon growled as she stared at the wall.

"Speak your mind, my dear."

"Are you sure the Guild is not watching you?"

"Very. It is illegal to tap into any communicational lines unless that party gets a warrant and have probable cause. Since the Guild is not a part of the government, they can't do shit when it comes to my calls. Now, they have the authority to seize and capture a Slaver should they break local laws and their regulations."

She was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. "Do you have interstellar communications here?"

"Hidden away in my room, never truly had a reason for using it. Would you like to contact your family?"

"Not yet... I wish to wait to see if they speak the truth." She got up and moved to look out the front window. "I do hope my people will be safe from total enslavement."

"I am sure that they will follow suit like every planet before yours."

This did not help her mood any as she came back to him and laid her large head on his lap as she laid down.

"I know, it is not the type of thing you wish to hear, but it is what has happened almost every time. I am sure that the war has already been declared over."

She looked up at him and sighed. He felt it vibrate his scale which forced a chuckle from him.

"I did not think I was ticklish."

"Are you feeling cold, Master?"

"No, are you needing to tend to your bodily needs or are you just worrying about me?"

"A bit of both."

"Then let's go downstairs so you can do that, after I give you a good rub down and a proper waxing. Richard hasn't buffed your scales properly you aren't shining yet."

"That is the one thing I truly miss from home... the sand. I miss rolling around in the hot sands to shine my scales to their best."

"Well, no more rolling for you, missy; that I will promise you fully. But the shining will be a pleasure to those who can do it properly, which will be my cousins and me."

They rose to go downstairs and fell silent doing so. Tara went to relieve herself awkwardly at the communal toilets and did her best to not make a mess. Once done, she came over to the bath where Collector was filling it up and making sure he had plenty of scale cleanser and polish.

"Go ahead and get in. I want you to soak for a bit before I take the bristles to you." He said as he unrolled a leather satchel to reveal multiple tools used for cleaning scaly and leathery hides. "What do you normally do with molted scales?"

"Nothing... I guess."

"Excellent. I don't have to worry about trying to be gentle with loose ones." He pulled out three sizes of brushes out of the satchel and laid them aside before pulling out a fine pick and pliers. "Now for the hard part, let's start with the back claws. On your haunch, lean against the edge if you need to."

Two hours of picking, brushing, and scraping, they pulled away from the bath and dried her large body off then Collector started putting the wax on a rag. He spent the next hour buffing every inch of her body. She thoroughly enjoyed his gentle touch as he rubbed and massaged far better than Richard has yet to do.

"There we go." Collector said as he finished with the end of her tail after an hour plus. "Finally done."

"Master, you did not touch my wings."

"I know, and that is because I do not know if the wax will harm your flight abilities. Scales are one thing, but membrane... I rather not see you have your wings torn because of this stuff."

"I understand."

"Before the war, did your people have interstellar capability?"

She looked at him curiously as he blurted the question out. "No, but we had visitors constantly."

"Well, as soon as it opens for us, I plan on taking you home to visit and I can learn more about you."

This was the first time he actually saw her frown. Nothing came from her muzzle.

"You don't want to go?"

"I was giving to the Slavers by my father to protect his eldest son."

"You don't consider him a brother?"

"No. He is a beast, nothing else."

"I won't go farther on this, I see it is causing you pain. More than I can inflict ever. But would you be willing to go home if you were able?"

"Not... immediately, no. They treated me like I was an item, I rather not see them again."

"I can understand. Just know that you are not an object to me. I may have to act like you are around certain company, but know that it hurts me just as much."

She huffed and nodded then pushed her head into his torso. "I appreciate your kind words, Master."

"I am glad." He hugged her head. "So, shall we have a little fun before the meal call? I think we have under an hour."

She licked the front of his trousers and chuckled. "I have been curious about your taste."

"Really now? Well, you are just going to have to work for that." He ground his hips against her muzzle as he smiled at her frustration.

She maneuvered her large fore claw and toyed with the clasp, once she got it- with a little help- she forced the zipper to undue. She licked his slit before she forced the malleable muscle into the forbidden area. She heard him moan as she wrapped her tongue around his dual shafts and pulled them out into the air. She sucked them into her maw and flicked the glans of each shaft as though she was tasting a juicy fruit. Collector's knees quaked as he resisted the urge to flood her tongue with his seed as she squeezed the shafts with the muscle. When she smashed the flesh against the roof of her mouth, he gasped and lost control as she suckled and milked him until he sprayed the largest amount he had ever done in his entire life. It was nowhere near enough to flood her mouth but it was enough to puddle under her tongue. She pulled away once he was finished and opened her mouth for him to see his essence mixing with her saliva. She scooped some onto the tip of her tongue then she lunged for his muzzle and forced her tongue into his mouth.

He had never tasted his own raw seed before, it was bitter and salty, yet had a smoky taste to it. He gasped as sudden warmth flooded his maw. She pulled away with a small trail of smoke following. She chuckled as she saw his look.

"Now it is official on my end, I have claimed you as my male. Though I cannot stop you from claiming others, I have made my choice of the male who takes me."

He belched and saw small puff of white smoke. "You... forced fire into me?"

"In a sense, though you did not reject my offering of your own essence so I followed the next step. I gave you a part of me. Even if it is a temporary thing, for my kin, this is a sign of a female's purest of dedication to the one they share it with."

"But your males can chose more than one mate?"

"Life Mate, no. But breeding mates, yes. There is a difference."

"I think I can figure that out. I wish I could share my culture with you, but I do not know what it is myself."

A pleased rumble vibrated through her as she silenced any more talk with another kiss. They only then noticed that they had an audience of one, Adeline. Collector's shafts were still flared and out in the open. He did not bother to hide them from her given her past she already knew what a male looked like.

"Y-yes?" He stuttered as he at least tried to gain his composure back.

Adeline's sight was locked on his shafts, she jumped from the stairs and quickly came over to him. "You look different from the males I have been with." She grabbed one without looking up and rubbed it slowly trying to get a little semen out of it, she succeeded. She licked it up before Collector could react. "You taste the same though."

"Please... stop." He pleaded, he was paralyzed with pleasure.

Adeline grinned as she noticed this and took advantage and toyed with the sensitive flesh some more.

The dragon hissed at her, "He said stop."

"And you are a slave, silence yourself."

That made Tara jerk back as if she were struck, she looked into her male's partially closed eyes begging for a command.

The command never came as the tiny claws massaged the meat before their owner. Adeline reached over and grasped the other one, she gave them a light tug. The male dropped to his knees silently. She parted her legs to shoulder width and relaxed her slit. She lined herself up to him and eased down onto him all the while massaging the flesh. The moment she stop massaging was the moment she slid all the way onto one of the shafts she then turned herself over and got onto all fours while pulling him forward with her tail.

Instinct took over at that moment for Collector. He leaned over her and shoved himself as far as he could get while keeping the base of her tail lifted. His eyes closed as he began flooding her tiny egg chamber with his seed. He regained himself when he heard a muffled scream. He opened his eyes and found himself biting the back of Adeline's neck and his shaft depositing the seminal plug deep within her. He gasped and pulled away from her as fast as he could.

"What the fuck did you do!?" He shouted at her. "Do you even know what you did?"

"I gave our payment to you as the eldest. You did not seem to be attracted to the males so I took the task."

"I told you and your sister I did not want to mate with you. Especially since you are coming into season."

She looked at him not knowing his meaning.

"You could likely become pregnant. You are too young to have a clutch."

She shrugged then went to the stairs to gather her clothes and put them own. "Part of the job as Momma puts it. Just means extra cash for food."

"You don't understand what I have done for you, do you?"

She looked at him as she put her shirt back on.

"I gave you and your siblings a home, not a brothel."

"I..."

"Don't. If you become pregnant then you go through with it. You did this. I don't know how you know how to control a stud slave nor do I care, but you do that again to me I will cut your tail beyond the regrowth point. You understand that?"

"Yes, sir." She stared at him a little frightened.

He made his way to his feet, relieved that his shafts finally obeyed him. "I don't ever want to do that again with you."

She remained silent as she ran up the stairs.

"Next time any of the hatchlings try to do that, especially if I fall back to my slave habits, stop me. Active order."

"Yes, Master." The dragon stared at him.

"Go find Richard and tell him the same. I... I think I will hide down here for a bit."

"As you wish." She bowed her head then went upstairs quietly.

Collector dressed himself then went to the bench press and set up two hundred pounds. Despite his form, he lifted it easily and started a block count. At the tenth set, Richard and Butch came down to check on him. Butch was there more for moral support for both of them.

"Sir?" Butch asked as he stood at the spotter's post.

"Frustrated, with a bruised ego."

"The hatchling raped you." Richard stated quietly.

"I fell back to my stud days, I could not control myself the way she worked me over. I... I bred her. I actually wish it was one of the others that had done it. Or even her brothers. But she said it was her payment for my services for the entire family." He set the bar down on its rest then sat up. "How am I to feel secure that I am truly free of the system when a little girl can manipulate me like that?"

"You spent a good twenty-five years as a slave, don't be too harsh on yourself. It takes more than eight months of freedom to break the teachings." Butch sat beside him and pulled him closer. "If I remember correctly, you were a horny hatchling as well, so it does not surprise me that your cousins share that trait. Don't blame her for her heat, besides she thanked you the only way she knows how... through sex."

"It does not change the fact that I directly told her no a few hours ago."

Butch wiped his Master's cheeks free of the forming tears. He was hurt, the Wolf could tell that. "I will make sure they are reminded that you do not wish to claim them as mates and I will have my Wolves watch over you to keep them from doing this again."

Collector nodded.

"Would you like to have one in your room as you sleep for a while."

Collector looked at his Fox. "No, Richard will have that duty."

"Very well, Fox, take our Master upstairs and help him regain his smile. There is no need for him to hide down here among his storage."

Both Richard and Collector huffed angrily at that.

"We are his property, and this is the storage unit for us. So hush."

"Enough. Let's... just do something else."

"Very well, sir." Richard helped his Master to his feet and followed him upstairs to the kitchen where he fixed tea.

Once the pitcher was filled and a glass of ice was covered, Collector sipped at it silently. The cooks were frantically finishing the meal as the meal hour drew ever nearer. Samantha came in, her face still sunken from malnutrition. She sat across her sworn Master and sighed deeply.

"I apologize for her behavior, Master. I warned them not to press you. If you-

"Scold them however you feel best, I already said my fair share to Adeline after I regained myself. I doubt she knew that I was once a show slave and was used for stud services, but she handled me as any breeder would do and somehow coaxed me to fall back to the old habits. I already told her that should she become pregnant she would have to go through with it."

"And she should. But I will make sure it won't happen again."

"Please do, I am... not sure that I could handle it again. I am already shaken as is because of this."

"It is how they grew up, I had no choice but to teach them that." With that she rose and left.

When the head cook went to rang the meal bell, Richard and Collector claimed their proper places at the table.

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The next morning, Collector woke and found that Richard and his vixen slept on the floor on his side of the bed and were still there. Next to him laid his clutch maker and at the foot of the bed laid Tara, the room was crowded. He sighed inwardly as he felt safe from being raped by barely mature females. He waded through the crowd and managed to get to the shower without disturbing a soul. He showered quickly then went to dress in his finest clothes before waking the room. Richard was the first to his feet and went straight to his room to dress, Collector smiled at the frightened Fox.

"Make sure your boy doesn't hurt himself." He told the vixen as she slowly followed her mate out.

He had his females help him finish primping himself up, Tara did not do much other than search for the decorative slaver's gear. His bed slave was made to shine his claws. Once all four limbs were sharpened and polished, they left to go get a quick breakfast. The phone rang while they were eating, Roger answered and talked quietly. Once he call ended, he came to his employer and grinned.

"Sir, that was Octavius's second, he said that your security lead is requested to join you. I don't know why he directly asked for Butch, it was by name."

"Very well. Call for him and Richard."

"Shall I pull out my suit for him?"

"Please, I rather not have him walk around in a loin cloth all day."

Roger nodded then went off to do tend to his tasks. A few minutes later both canines came in looking a little worried.

"Butch, you have been requested to join me at the auction today by name. Go to Roger's room and get dressed, he is waiting for you, don't forget your collar. Richard, you are in charge, keep the Wolves on alert, I don't want anything happening to the Manor nor the family and take messages for every call. Mac usually handles that while I am out, but better safe than sorry."

"Yes, sir."

"Dismissed."

The two bowed then walked away leaving their Master with his two females. Mitch and his female came in, as it was their turn to clean the kitchen for the week. Mitch did his best to avoid eye contact with his Master still a little frustrated that was forced to breed with the female beside him just to get a male he desired. Collector stood quietly and padded quietly behind the Otter Dog. As the male bent over to pull out the he needed to clean with, Collector reached between his leg and gripped his testicles between his freshly sharpened claws. He froze, unable to make a sound.

"Feels a little heavy. Have you bred today?"

"N-no, sir, not y-yet."

"I will check again when I get home. If you have not done it by then, you will be giving the family a show again."

"Yes, sir. I will do so."

"Better." Collector squeezed the orbs before letting them go. "As for you, my girl. I do hope you enjoy his services. As this is his punishment for getting into my wallet and ordering pornographic materials for his pleasure. So even after you give birth, I would like you to take charge and force him to service you whenever you wish. Even after he gets his male."

"Yes, Master. I will do as you wish."

"Thank you. Make sure he fills your womb quite well."

He went back to the table and drank the last of his coffee before gathering a few minor items that would add to his aesthetic being. Roger and Butch joined him a few minutes after and asked if Collector was ready to go. He got his coat on then nodded.

Ten A.M., they were on the road heading out of the city to a plot of land that old human history would call a plantation. They were silent as the three drove down the semi-private road, the scenery was crowed with hills with the one and only road parting them. On the other side, through a tunnel, rested the mansion they where heading to. Five minutes went by on the winding road before the tunnel came in sight, Roger flicked on the headlights and made his way closer to the dark, rocky hole. Butch let a low growl as the car entered the tunnel, his ears folded back as the rumble of the engine grew louder. Collector rubbed the Wolf's leg absentmindedly as he did back in his younger days.

"Holy shit..." Roger whispered as the first sign of the property came into view. The mansion was more like a castle than a home.

"Let's hope it's warm."

"Got the chills again?" Butch asked as he shook his head trying to get the engine buzz to stop annoying him.

"No, but I am tired of Old Man Winter already."

"You and your human analogies, sir, they do make you seem less of Innodiate."

"That bad or good?"

"Not all that bad, but it shows your Earthborn heritage."

"What about you, pup? You are the same."

"Ah, but in the average company, I have no voice so how can I have analogies?"

"Maybe someday you will find that voice... but not today. Keep the tail stiff, I see now why you were requested; recognize the van over there?"

"It's... it's Horace? He's here?"

"Keep calm, stay aware."

"Y-yes, sir."

"I know he is an abusive asshole, but if he's here, he has to be on a tight leash. I doubt Octavius would allow the Badger to abuse canines around him."

They drove by the breeder's van and stopped at the end of the drive. The valet opened the door for Collector and greeted him and Butch. Then the young man took the car away from Roger and drove off to park it. They went to the door and knocked. They did not wait long for the butler to open the door and lead them to a room away from everyone.

"Mister Brenson will greet you momentarily, do you wish for something to drink?"

"Master, may I have some water?" Butch asked quietly.

"Yes, that will do for now. Water will be fine, my good man." Collector answered, the human bowed then walked away. "Smell anything odd?"

"Only the musk of an older male, very healthy."

An older Wolf with grey fur walked in with a young pup of dark brown color. Behind them, two slaves followed. One was a young female Wolf very close to the age of the boy while the other was an Innodiate.

"Ah, there he is! The reborn Guild Master taking over for his father. You don't remember me, do you Richard?"

Collector shook his head, he was speechless as he never told a soul outside of his family of his origins.

"I help Gregory hide the facts that you were of his blood before they made interspecies relationships legal on Earth. You have his look, though you take after your mother much more. Did he tell you about her?"

"No."

"Well, you will soon learn. She... she lived on Valhan on a ranch."

"Thousand acre lot?"

"Yes. I helped purchase that for my best friend."

"The family and I will be vacationing there soon."

"Good, lay flowers on her grave for me, son. Anyway, enough of the depressive nonsense. I have a favor to ask, one that might have been leaked out." The Wolf glanced back at the unwavering Anole behind him. "This is little one is Maxwell, a new slaver and a Guild member. He needs a mentor... one that can keep up with him. I would like to keep the family attitude going; I trained your father, he trained you. I want you to do the same for him, please."

"As long as he is willing to listen, I am willing to share my teachings." Collector looked at the pup, he held his tail between his legs and kept a straight face trying to hide his fear. "I am guessing that Guild regulations are to be held and he is to move in with me, correct?"

"Immediately, yes."

"Have your staff take his things to my car. I hope he does not mind space travel."

"I was born on Valhan, Teacher."

"Good, then we will be teaching each other at first. So, Mister Brenson, why was Butch requested to come?"

"He is the only one I knew that would not share the wrong knowledge and that someone wants to make a formal apology. Max, will you take Butch and his Tender to Mister Bosnei?"

"Yes, grandfather."

Octavius watched the four leave before sighing and letting his posture drop slightly. "I have an offer for you, one that will not be part of the auction. A total of five slaves, one thousand Azas. One is a Draskian that yours might recognize, the others... are your blood. The owners were arrested and the slaves were to be put down, I managed to convince the Council to auction off the living property today. But I had to put these aside when I found you took over your father's place."

"Done, I won't ask what they went through, just knowing my children live... even some, are a blessing on its own." Collector pulled out his check book and filled it out. "There, directly to you."

"I won't move them until after the auction, for their safety. There are no other special cases, so yours will be loaded last and I ask that you be patient as we wait for the others to leave."

"No rush, sir. I don't want to place pressure on your grandpup."

"Bless you. Come, we need to join the rest of the party and start the auction."

As they left the room Octavius's butler held a tray with a glass of water for Collector. He thanked the man and took a sip as they walked through the labyrinth of a castle to a larger room that was rearranged for the auction.

Butch was crying when Collector finally met up with him and Roger. Horace apparently wanted to apologize for his abusive ways towards the Wolf and his littermates because he was dying of inoperable brain cancer that even gene therapy could not fix. The Badger shook Collector's claw then complemented him on the training of one of the strongest Wolves he had ever bred. He did not correct the Badger on who trained whom. They took their seats and waited for the party to begin.

Two hours later, Collector was happy spending and two grand on top of the secret purchase. He made out with a total of fifteen slaves from the auction, apparently no one cared for Cold Bloods and fixed mutts but him. The other Slavers paid for their winnings after the last one was shown and went to collect their prizes. Collector sighed and waited, Maxwell came up to him and sat in the chair next to him while his second stared blankly at the floor.

"So, does your second have a name?"

"No, I have been trying to get her to talk like grandfather taught me..." Maxwell huffed.

"It takes time, just treat her like an equal, not an object. Wait until you meet my second. You will enjoy him. A little older than you, but still has a lot to learn."

"Master Manson, Master Maxwell, your vehicle is ready." The butler came into the room long enough to make the announcement.

"Well, let's go."

"Yes, Teacher."

So they left with the two slaves and the Caretaker behind them. Octavius was waiting in front of the mansion beside the cage with a plump folder of the necessary documents. The dragon was the most prominent, being forced to sit on his haunches to make room; he held bright red scales and with black horns and a frill surrounding the cheeks and very masculine. The Wolf pointed out the four relatives, they were freshly scarred but intact. They cowered like the others.

"Butch, get the blankets from the trunk and join them." Collector ordered, Butch followed promptly. "I do not know how to thank you properly."

"I do, teach the pup right. Don't let the Guild dig their claws into him, this is how."

"That I can and will do."

The Slavers climbed into the car while the two remaining slaves climbed into the crowded cage. Roger closed the cage and locked it before taking the driver's seat. The drive home was faster, as it always seemed to be. Once they made it, Collector welcomed the slaves to their new life. He opened the cage and had Butch direct them inside save the five slaves that were a special case. He addressed the dragon male first.

"Do you know One That Dances Among the Stars of the Grassy Knoll Sleepers?"

The male hissed then slumped. "I do, Master."

"Do you have any relations towards her?"

"Yes, Master."

"Speak."

"Sister, Master."

"Then know she has claimed me as her male. Go in and find her, but for your sake, I would start with an apology for being taken into slavery."

The male nodded and walked inside, maneuvering much like his sibling. His sheath and scrotum drawn up against his underside either due to the cold air or his nerves, Collector couldn't decide which. Next he looked at the fellow Iguanas and smiled.

"I never thought I would live to see the day... my own blood returned to me."

This startled the four reptiles.

"I am your sire according to Master Brenson, so I will make do with what I got. Just know I cannot release you four yet. I must wait until it is legal for me to do so. But for now, enjoy yourselves and meet your adopted siblings."

The first thing they heard upon entering the Manor was a roar. Collector sighed and followed the anger filled voice to its owner. Tara had the male pinned by his throat by the time Collector joined them. He cleared his throat and waited for her to look at him.

"I take it that is the brother you told me about?"

"Yes." Collector could see the bloodlust in her eyes.

"Ah, well, get used to his presence, he belongs to me now. His previous owner was arrested for using his slaves as drug carriers. He was lucky enough not to be one of them. Now play nice, I rather not see scuff marks on that fresh wax."

She hissed at the male under her claws then let him go. At least they were in his room where there was not much maneuverability to allow much in the way of combat. She spat out a phrase in her language then turned tail on her sibling to stare out the window. He did not do anything to rebuke.

"Tara, I am not wanting to make this an order, but I will if I must: No more fighting him, he is family."

"Fine. Order acknowledged. Just keep him away from me."

"Go down to the cellar; that is where most of the family rest. Lick your wounds and come up when you hear the bell."

"Yes, Master."

Richard dodged the leaving dragon as he was finishing the tour of the house. He noted that this floor was for the Master, himself, and the hatchlings. Once the group was told to go wash up, Richard entered the room with Maxwell and his second close behind.

"Sir, these two are not under my command, are they?"

"Richard that is Maxwell, my apprentice, and his second. You will be teaching her what you have learned so far. Did Mac take any messages for me?"

"Yes, he is downstairs as it is he duty today to make lunch."

"I'll catch him shortly. Maxwell, join me while Richard starts teaching your girl a few things."

"He's not going to mate her, is he?"

"Only if he wants to find out what it is like to be fixed."

"Understood, Master." Richard took the nondescript order to heart.

Maxwell followed his teacher down to where the bird was busying about setting the table for the extra mouths unfortunately there was not enough space for the larger members of the family which meant the dragons would have to eat elsewhere. Collector thought of it this way, he could force them to make nice. Once Mac had a moment to report the messages, he did. Collector thanked him.

"Alright, three days before we leave. Enough for a good start. Alright, first rule of slavery is that the Master is the dominant one at all times, easy enough for a Wolf like you. Second, punishment is always painful. Third, public mutilations are not allowed, beatings are encouraged at all times. Knowing your slave's ability to endure a beating is key to not killing them. I prefer making them do tasks the hardest way possible. For example should one of mine truly piss me off, such as my Otter for getting into my wallet and ordering certain magazines, I forced him to breed in front of the entire family. The reason why is that he is a male lover. If it weren't for that, I most likely would have made him lick the bathrooms clean."

"Gross."

"In deed."

"Is there a book?"

"Yes, the Guild Laws is available to all Guild Slavers. Were you not given one when you got your license?"

"Grandfather signed me up after my mother... after she died and he took me."

"Where is your father?"

"Do not know. I just know his name is William Barnest."

A tray of silverware crashed to the floor, Will stood over the mess staring at the two Slavers.

"Will?"

"B-Barnest? You said that... right?"

Maxwell nodded.

"Will?" Collector asked again.

"That would be my previous name. Your mother... was Gloria?"

Maxwell nodded.

"Then I didn't kill any pup. I was falsely accused. Too bad Slavery is permanent."

"Your case at least. Well at least your pup can get to know you and your stories."

"Like what? That I supposedly poisoned the daughter of one of the highest Alphas of Valhan and made her litter null? What kind of story is that?"

"The one that made you disappear from the eyes of any more powerful suitors. You had to be deemed a threat to the clan. But fate seemed to have a different plan for you. Clean up the mess then finish your chore. After supper you can catch up."

"Thank you, Master." Will bowed then quickly picked up the tainted utensils before rushing to get fresh ones.

During the wait, Collector taught the pup the values towards being a Slaver and still behave as a Master should. Maxwell listened carefully as his teacher came down to the house rules. Especially when Richard came in and heard that he had to share his room with the young Slaver and his slave. The Fox whined, but did not protest aloud.

"Yes, Richard, you lose your bed, but only until we get back from Valhan when I can get a contractor in to add another level. That or move a few to the farm. I just might send the hatchlings and their mother over there to prevent anymore unwanted interactions."

Richard nodded unsure on how to respond.

"So what were you up to?"

"Checking on the meal."

"They are doing fine. Sit with us for a moment and tell us how Maxwell's second is handling her duties."

"Oh," The Fox quickly took a seat and thumped his tail against the wood happily. "She is a fast learner, she is having some trouble remembering that most of us have names, but otherwise she is able to command on her own given that she has direction."

"Then that is your task for tomorrow. You nudge her to be a leader while Maxwell and I head to the market to get him someone for her to command permanently."

"Yes, sir."

"After the meal, I need you to make sure everyone has their clothes packed. I shall do so with the hatchlings and myself."

"Very well, sir."

"Before you run off, where is that Telsnir?"

"He was supposed to be sweeping the garage, sir."

"I think that cat would be a good subject for her to practice her commands on. Just make sure you explain it to him slowly that I want him to help."

"Yes, sir." Richard rose from the chair and left.

"Now that is covered, do you like any certain species?"

"I... no."

"Haven't been around too many, have you?"

The pup shook his head, his ears drooped and flopped against his head.

"Well, tomorrow you will see all kinds. Including a shop I sponsor. Don is a good human, very kind to his slaves as most are pedigrees. Has your grandfather given you the title for your slave?"

"It is in my luggage."

"Go dig it out. I need to look at to see if she has had her initial shots."

Maxwell ran off. Will returned and set the table with freshly washed silverware.

"So, will this change anything, Will?"

"I... hope not. I will do my tasks and anything you ask. It is my sentence after all. I just hope the clan has seen their error."

"I think Octavius has, I truly do not think this is a mentorship is just random."

Their conversation was cut short as Maxwell came back with a folder in arm. "Grandfather told me not to look at this until you say it is alright."

"Really? Guess I will find out why." Collector opened the folder and saw an old fashion yellow sticky note.

I will let you be the judge.

O.B.

He looked through the title, she was healthy, but sold to keep her family in their home. She was trained to be a breeder, but was raped by her trainer which lowered her core price. Her skills were average housekeeping and dancing. Her shots were up to date as well as vaccinations. Overall, her records were decent compared to most he had seen.

"Yeah, you are not ready. She is up to date and ready to go off world. Now, have you... slept with her?"

"She sleeps by my side every night."

"No, no, I mean have you mated her."

"No."

"Well, if you want to, let me know so you don't hurt her or yourself. I will help that or have one of the others help."

"Do we have the time now?"

Collector pulled an analog pocket watch from his pocket and opened the antique device. "We do not. Don't over eat. Most male canines vomit during their first mating and I rather not have you go through that."

"Alright."

"Afterwards, we'll sneak back down and get something else to eat."

The pup nodded as he watched the various members of his teacher's family came in and filled seats. Will came into the room and pressed a button next to the kitchen door. A loud bell sounded as it declared the meal ready.

After the meal, the Slavers and their seconds went up to his room. The two females were told to stay out at the table for the pup's privacy. Collector explained the motions as he did with Richard. Maxwell barely understood until Richard was used as a visual aid. While the Fox explained the male's half of the process, Collector went to female.

"What race was your trainer?"

"Naisian."

"A bloody horse, damn, I am sorry. I read your file, if you are not comfortable with this, let me know and I will get him another female to practice with."

"He is my Master, I shall do as he asks."

"And I am his Mentor, so I am asking you: Do you feel comfortable mating him?"

She was silent as she thought this over. "As long as he does not do it to harm me, then yes, I am comfortable with this act." For a mostly uneducated pup, she held herself with a grand knowledge.

"Very well." Collector smiled and gripped her shoulders. "Go lay on my bed while we get him prepared."

She nodded as Collector turned and eyed the pup as he started to undress. The fur on his body was fine and short, almost to the point where he was shaved down. He turned and revealed evidence of burns.

"How did those scars happen?"

Maxwell whimpered and looked at the floor. "I tried saving mommy. I...I..."

"It's alright, I understand. We will keep this to ourselves, right, Richard?"

"Of course, sir."

"The clan knows, it is why I been declared a proper male. It... it just hurts to talk about the fire still."

"I can get some fur growth if you wish, it may be for hiding whip marks but it is great stuff. Just ask Will."

"I... guess we can try it."

"Alright. Now, let's get started."

The pup drew a breath then crawled up next to his slave, he rubbed her stomach as he always did as they waited for sleep to take them. Collector had her roll onto her knees and lift her tail, then he had Maxwell come up behind her. Maxwell had never really looked at her in such a manner before, he sniffed at her as Collector explained what to do next. He leaned over her back and gripped her waist before giving a small thrust. He looked back when he felt a paw go between his legs and helped him direct his shaft into the waiting chasm in front of it. He moaned as her warmth covered his shaft and his hips began to come alive. Almost immediately, he felt his knot swell within her and lock him in place as he continued to thrust. He gave a whimpering moan as he felt pressure rise and pour through him. He panted as he felt his shaft throb, he could not hear anything beyond his own heartbeat. At least until he felt Collector and Richard lift and turn him to be tail-to-tail with her. Collector rubbed his head as Richard checked the female. She was considerably better off but was focused on the large bulb stuck within her to even say anything.

Collector smiled at Richard whom was staring at the tie. Richard's sheathe was swollen and showing a little bit of pink. The Fox jumped when he felt himself being rubbed. Collector had snaked his tail between the Fox's tail as he stood next to him. The lizard grinned evilly as he pulled the Fox by the sheathe to the front of the boy and began to slowly coaxed the loose flesh down over the slightly inflated knot.

He yelped as the flesh was stretched further than it was used to. With the shaft free, Collector began to pump and squeeze it. The Fox huffed as he ejaculated onto the other canine's muzzle. Maxwell stared as he had never seen anything other than urine come out of a male before. The scent alone made him want to lick at it, he did not know why.

"Half an hour from now, you should be able to pull free. Do not pull too hard or you will hurt the both of you. And since you are stuck for a bit... you will be learning of our tools both antique and new. You now the basic...."

Forty-five minutes later, Maxwell finally pulled out of his bitch and then answered a few questions on the tools to see if he was paying attention. He got all but one right. He missed the Taser™. Collector did not blame him, the archaic device was the last made model of the company before it was shutdown. Not many were left and even fewer were usable. His was the reusable wired gun, it was difficult to wind the wires up to safely charge the device, but it was worth the price he paid to get it.

He allowed the couple to clean up and dress as he returned his tools to their place in the closet. Once everything was in place, they went back downstairs to get a snack. Maxwell gladly took a plate of leftover ham and chicken while the others went light on the food. They ate at the small table, Richard asked about his ancestral home.

"It's big, warm, and very open. There are not very many cities like there is here. Home is still built up of what Humans would call Packs. All family based, multiple generations living together. My family was near the Alpha's home, he helped me drag my mother out, but it was too late for her. My sisters lived and are burn free, they were at our cousin's place helping with her pups." Maxwell sighed and stared at his slave. "She reminds me of mother in the eyes, it is why I accepted her."

"Uh... what about the animals?" Richard made the attempt to change subjects before the pup started to cry.

"Most are similar to Earth's creatures except for one species it is a six legged plant eater that is used for races like the extinct horses here."

"I wonder if I will be able ride one..."

"If you are good, I will check into it." Collector hummed as he thought about the creature and the possibilities he could use one for.

"Have I been disobedient yet?" Richard smiled and let his tail flop happily against the side of his chair.

"Not yet, but there is always the possibility."

Richard was about to ask another question when the two Draskians walked in spitting their native tongue at each other.

"What is going on?" Collector stood as Tara growled at her sibling and made his way between them.

"This yolk head thinks volunteering to become a slave would make me happy."

"Did he apologize to you?"

She snorted and looked away from the two males.

"Well?"

"He tried and, as usual, he dragged his tail through the dung."

"Nia mez unta'ahtiel."

"Stow it!" She hissed.

"I don't know what he said, but please try to accept his apology. I am hoping to make a visit to your homeland as soon as your title comes to my claws. I rather not have you two fighting each other when we visit your family."

"If they are still free... Master." The male said quietly.

"She has not told me your name."

"Everyone used to call me Dianos for short, it is easier for standard."

"Then that is what the family shall call you. Make sure they know. She will be named Tara as soon as her papers are mine."

"Not too me." Dianos shrank back as he realized he blurted out a direct rebellious comment.

"That is fine, just don't go getting yourself hurt over it. I place my money on her for that fight. Tara, why don't you go upstairs and relax, I will make sure your brother will leave you alone for the rest of the day."

Again she snorted and walked away with her tail high in the air. The motion made Dianos shudder.

"I really made her mad at me."

"Yep, you sure did. Maxwell, dismiss your second. I am going to teach you how to care for scales. This big male is your test subject."

This made the dragon nervous. Richard took the hint and took the female away to relax with their fellow slaves.

"Usually, the basement is clear as the family is relaxing watching sports, unless they get in trouble." Collector explained as they started to go to the basement door and heard a group shouting foul at some unknown game. "I never joined them, I busied myself reading or practicing my writing skills."

"I thought it is illegal to teach slaves." Maxwell stated as he took the first step into the stairwell.

"Outside the house, yes. Slaves can only be taught publicly so much, younglings under the age of six is a legal requirement to be in school at least four hours a day." Collector skipped the last few steps then went to the grooming cabinet and pulled out the satchel that he had used on Tara. A flash of his incident with Adeline came back to him, but he shook it off before going to the basin.

"Right, into the tub, Dianos." Collector turned on the water as he rolled the satchel open and pulled the brushes out. "There are five different grain types for brushes, many don't care for the Fine or the Rough bristle types. But I do, we will start with the Rough along with the use of the scale pick."

They cleaned the dragon thoroughly without being raped, but the smaller males did gain a grand insight of the Draskian as he revealed his mighty sword and enjoyed the gentle touches of his betters. Once the male had his release and was allowed to hide the meat again, Collector started to put up the gear. Maxwell, being a typical child, asked the dragon about his race. The male sated the young Master's quarries then they happily relaxed in the bunk area asking questions about the Draskian's home world.

The grandfather clock chimed ten o'clock and the slaves started filing down the stairs. This gave the Slavers the excuse to leave and head upstairs. Maxwell yawned himself and asked if he may head to bed himself. Collector told him it was his choice, so he went with his second beside him. Richard and his mate remained nearby their Master as they waited for further commands.

"Richard, you stay. You may head upstairs." He waited for her to head upstairs before motioning the Fox to follow. Collector grabbed a memo pad off a small table and tossed it to Richard. "Let's see how good you have gotten with your literary skills. A To Do list for after vacation. I want the kitchen floor waxed, the carpets steamed and the vinyl siding cleaned with the pressure washer."

He waited for Richard to stop scratching away at the paper with the small pencil that was stored in the spiral wiring before reaching for it.

"It is readable, there are spelling errors here, here, and here; but otherwise, it is a decent start. Keep practicing."

"Will do. Is there anything else, sir?"

"Nothing official. Put that where you will see it. Then join me in the kitchen."

"Very well, I shall place it on the refrigerator."

Collector led the way and went to start a kettle of herbal tea as the Fox went to utilize the fridge magnets. They sat to wait on the kettle to whistle. Collector sighed as he thought over what he wanted to say to the Fox.

"I just want to say that I am proud of what you have become over these short few weeks. There aren't too many that can do what you have in so short of time. Even I took longer to learn the duties of a Second. So, I am going to open your next set of training. This will tell me if you are still a kit of a full grown Tod. Tomorrow, you are going to the market with two others, you will be given cash and a list of things to buy. If you can make it home without incident, I will allow you to have a true vacation when we leave but after that your schedule will be filled from dawn to dusk. Most of which will be arduous, others simple, but you will be faced with challenges such as tomorrow's. If you can run these errands or make sure they are completed, you will be given your final training. Once all that is done, you should be able to run the family without me for weeks on end. Which means that Henris at our farm will be able to retire; then you will be running it until I find a new farmhand?"

Richard gulped just as the kettle started to howl. "I hope I can live up to your... expectations."

"So do I. Pour us a cup."

Richard nodded and got up to do as he was told. "Sir, I know it is not my place, but I have a request if you are willing to listen to it."

"Go ahead."

"As I have been learning of my heritage, I have learned of a ritual to declare life mates, I wish to go through with it at Valhan."

"Have you talked to your female about this?"

"She is the one that brought the idea up. I also have learned her name. Uki Teminas."

"Taken from the clans I take it. As long as the ritual is allowed to be done there properly, I accept your request."

"Will said he could tug on a few tails for me once we get there. I just hope he still has friends there."

"Well, let's hope the owners of said tails do not bite back."

Richard nodded in agreement before taking a sip.

"Uki is actually happy, she expected to be treated like a kennel bitch and just to be bred. She has been in the system since she was a kit on the streets. I am... glad that she is loves it here with the family."

"Let us hope that she never has to witness my wrath firsthand. Or yours for that matter. Speaking of which, what happened to the member that did not clean the kitchen properly?"

"It was Marcus, I forced the Scilisu to rescrub it because he did not pull out the fridge to get the paper you placed there."

"Good. I was wondering about that; did you happen to see a date on it?"

"No, sir."

"Oh well. You finished with your tea?"

"Yes, I think I shall call it a night."

"Alright, I will deal with the cups." Collector played it coy as he had different plans.

After he heard the Fox climb the stairs, he went got up and dealt with the cups. Then he quietly went downstairs to see if Butch was still awake. Thankfully he was. He and the other Valhanians were gathered in a circle and was praying quietly in their native tongue. He waited quietly, he had never really heard them speak the language before. It was guttural and rough, it was not barks and grunts as he expected.

"... huutais nu daintilidne. Nacimawsi unt baymus. Ek iwnas daas Master ek Destue." Will was leading the prayer. Apparently this was the end, because they muttered 'Hanya' in unison.

He waited until heads rose and the circle shifted especially after Will spotted their Master eyeing them from the stairwell.

"Master, we did not expect you to come to nightly prayers and Script."

"You know I am a 'heathen.' Besides, I came to speak with Butch."

Butch excused himself from the group and joined his Master on the stairs. They both sat before leaning in to hear their hushed voices over the resuming prayers.

"I have a favor to ask, old friend."

"What may that be?"

"I am sending Richard off to begin his second part of his training. Remember mine?"

"Of course, how could I forget running off to the park leaving you to chase me down when we were to be shopping?"

"Exactly, I want you and Tara, the dragoness, to do the same. Fill her in once you get the chance, but stick to the ground. I don't need you two getting caught by the Guild Authorities and beaten."

"Understood. Should I play difficult like I did before?"

"Go as you see fit. Just try not to get yourselves into a position where you are to be publicly beaten. It is not worth that."

"Very well. What time?"

"Early. I will call ahead to let the managers know what is going on. Same place as mine."

"I never did find out if Gregory had it fixed or not for you."

"Me either. Have a restful night, Butch."

"Same to you, Richard." Butch smiled as he latched onto the Iguana and hugged him.

They parted after that.

Ten A.M. The call had been made, breakfast eaten, and the group set off on two separate missions. Richard was handed a sealed envelope to give to the manager at the shop they were heading to. Butch had managed to grab the pregnant female and talk to her at breakfast. She could not help but grin as they left.

Ten-thirty A.M. The fun begins. The Fox went inside and was greeted by a manager, Richard gave an envelope to the manager then started to shop. During this, Butch and Tara waited for their moment to disappear... with the help of the staff. The manager read the note that confirmed the call he had received an hour prior and began to pass the word to his staff of four. They did their best to separate the Fox from the others and when they finally succeeded, the dragon and Wolf took off running down the street to the park three blocks away.

Ten-forty A.M. The Fox begins to panic and the manager of the shop begins to drop subtle hints on the location of the 'missing' companions.

"I am so dead!" Richard had his tail tucked between his legs as they clacked together.

"I do not see a mark on you, so I doubt you will be overly injured. Now, think... did they mention anything on the way here?" The manager, being an elderly man and having gone through this more than a few times especially with the Manson family, rubbed the Fox's shoulder as he tried to calm him down.

"Butch did say something about asking to go for a run."

"And where would this Butch go for the run?"

Richard was silent as he stared into the kind, gentle eyes of the aging man. "The park?"

"You go look there if you think that is where they are, and don't forget to bring them back for your items. I will make sure they are at the front counter for you."

"Y-you won't tell my Master will you?" Richard asked quietly.

The man laughed as he lied through his teeth. "Of course not. Run along, you are gaining the attention of others."

As Richard run off and down the road, the manager pulled out his nearly antique cell phone and dialed the number on the note he received.

"Mister Manson, this is Robert Kingston of Marley Market. The first part of the test has started with a slight nervous meltdown. He is heading to the park.... You, too, sir. Goodbye."

Ten-fifty A.M. The Fox arrives at the park rather breathless and still panicking. He manages to ask the park patrons about the oddity that is the dragon and her Wolf companion. He was pointed their direction that lead him to the local 'forest,' he still had not thought to use his acute senses leaving his fear in control.

Eleven A.M. The Fox begins to circle in the trees getting himself even more panicked.

"Why? Why did Butch do this? It is not like him.... It...it is not like him. The shopping was not a test!" Richard punched the tree closet to him then yelped in pain afterwards. "Yrrr! That was smart... Now what am I to do? Like talking to myself answers that...."

He slumped to the ground and huffs, finally catching the scent of the Wolf and the Draskian. He sticks his nose to the ground and follows the trail. He sniffed his way to a small pond where the two slaves lazed about in the water next to a large rock that had graffiti all over it.

"What are you two doing to me?"

Butch rolled onto his stomach and look up at the furious Fox, his tail slapped the water rhythmically but said nothing.

Tara just snorted and closed her eyes.

"Get up and let's go. We need to get the items then I need to get you home and finish this test you two have forced me in to."

Still not a word spoken from the two.

"Fine, I panicked, I got myself lost, and I may have shown too much fear to be a proper Second. Happy?"

Butch just stared. Richard growled then stomped his way into the water and grabbed the Wolf by the ear and pulled until the larger canine finally moved on his own.

"Okay, okay! Ow! Geez, do you have to pull the ear?"

"Dragon, out of the water now." Fury had filled his voice now.

Butch grinned knowing the female would not be swayed as easily as he was.

"Move."

"No."

"Fine, stay and I will send the Guild Authority after you. I am sure they will love a rogue Draskian."

She hissed then rose up out of the water.

"Move."

She turned to head to dry land, but on the way she smack Richard in the back with her tail hard enough to knock him over. She smiled as he went face first into the water then nudged Butch with her wing as she continued to walk away. Butch followed trying not to snicker at the soaked Fox.

"Get back here!" Richard shouted as he slipped on an algae covered rock and splashed down again. "Please..."

Noon. The Wolf and dragon return to the manor with the purchased items but no Fox.

Twelve-twenty P.M. The Fox walks into the Manor and was greeted by his Master.

"Master, I..."

"Failed to coral two slaves that did their task perfectly, but it is still a failure. I shall not whip you this time as the primary task was completed. Next time, though, will be different. Now, go wash properly, you reek."

"Yes, Master."

"Hey... Richard, Butch said you did handle things well. Up until Tara drenched you. Next time, though, I suggest using a different method of trying to get her to do something you want. I would suggest going to her brother to find something on her. You should know almost everyone's weakness by now and how to exploit it. So here is the goal for the future, learn about the family. You are dismissed."

With wet tail tucked tightly between his legs, the Fox went upstairs to bathe only slightly relieved he was getting a beating he so thought he deserved. Tara came out of the kitchen and made her way to the Master slowly.

"You did your part," Collector stated. "Next time, though, don't be as rough. You hurt him deeper than his physical form."

"I know I did, I did it for all the times he has fondled me "

"Some how I do not doubt you on that. But it is a standing order with these tests from me."

"Very well."

Collector stared at the stairs as the dragon made her way around him. When she finally left his sight, he made his way to the front door to stare at the turning weather. Spring was finally breaking, which meant his Cold Bloods would be waking naturally soon, but he had to force them awake now; he hated to do it, but he must. They were already woken once to get their vaccinations, so it should be rather easy to do it now. He sighed and went to the locked thermostat that controlled the cellar and turned it up from sixty degrees Fahrenheit to seventy-five. He heard the pump kick to a start and began to warm. Butch was already down there to assist with the groggy reptiles and help them to warm waters. Not to mention this would also bring on the estrus cycle to most of the females in the family, so the fun times were just about to begin. His mind came back to Maxwell and his own hatchlings, he wondered if they would join in on the orgies that would likely come. He was more curious about Maxwell's answer to that than anything else.

His mind came to a screeching halt when he heard a light knock. He froze thinking he just imagined it until it came again. He turned to the door and saw a fellow Innodiate at the door. He quickly went to open it and offered the stiff creature the warmth of his home. It was a fellow Iguana of the marine variety, such one soul was more adept to living at the steamy waters of Innodia instead of this temperate planet.

"Nassia, bunssi..." The male hissed out.

"Earth hatched, sorry, I do not speak our native language."

"Shame... I said 'Thanks, brother.'" The accent was strong and carried a slight lisp due to the hissing nature of the native tongue. "I am Diassnuu, I heard much about you. I am soon-to-be neighbor of yours."

"Ah, welcome to Earth and the neighborhood. Though I shall warn you that the winters are harsh, so I do hope you are able to hibernate."

"Been told, we installing extra heat sources before we move." Collector visibly saw the Swimmer warm up as he stood in the warmer climate of the house.

"Are you staying long while the installation is going on?"

"I must, mate stays with hatchlings at homeland until house ready."

"Very well, I do wish you luck. I wish I could offer refuge for you, but I am going off world on a trip tomorrow."

"I get, I get. I know what long trip like... very cold. Dress warm, I am foolish. I not know furs required for Earth during shorts days."

"You will eventually get used to it."

"I hope. I go meet others. Hissnassi... good swim."

"Good swim, Diassnuu."

The Iguana bowed slightly then went to leave, he shivered as he opened the door then trotted off to the next house.

"Poor guy, he is going to freeze out there."

The first of the pure Cold Bloods came out of the of the basement. One of the younger females mated to Vector.

"Afternoon."

"Meh."

"Coffee has been brewed, help yourself." He did not blame her for the sluggish, foul mood. Being woken early would have anyone on edge, hibernation or not.

He saw the few mammals that were busying themselves fixing a high protein meal for their fellows come in and out of the kitchen making a quick setting with paper plates and plastic ware. He almost joined his fellow Innodiates, but he decided to let them eat in peace. He saw the hatchlings skirt about trying to avoid him. Good, he thought as he scowled at Adeline as she ran to the stairwell with an apple clutched in her jaws.

He sat down in his recliner and stared at the black screen that was the TV. Nothing truly went through his head that was about the current day. Everything was on the transport. Passports, titles, vaccination papers had been gathered already and placed in a binder. Luckily for him, Butch was in control of that mess until it was requested. He leaned over the armrest and scrounged through the magazine rack. He once again found an Otter Play magazine, he growled and rolled it up. He debated hunting the Otter down and smacking him silly with it. He finally got up and went to the back door where he last saw the Otter cleaning the small shed that housed the tools for exterior cleaning. Mitch was still rustling in the small shack, so he went out and startled the male.

"You love hearing me squeal in fright, don't you?"

"A tad. Missing something?" Collector unrolled the magazine but held it just out of reach."

"I thought I moved them to my cot." The Otter's eyes went large as he saw the model pose suggestively on the cover.

"I want them removed all together. Preferably burned."

Mitch whimpered, "Yes, sir."

"The next time I find one of these... things in my magazine rack, I will be doing a full house search and shredding them."

"Understood."

"Good." Collector tossed the foul booklet into the bag that contained leaves and mice nests. Mitch winced and sighed as he just piled more garbage on top of it. "I better hear you and your bitch mating quite hard later."

"Yes, Master." The Otter held a depressing tone, but it was a standing punishment.

"Wait... I changed my mind, find her and bring her to my room. I want a show."

"As you wish." Mitch dropped what he was doing and ran ahead of the Iguana to do his new task.

Richard met up with his Master as he came back inside, Collector stopped him. "Find Maxwell and send him to my room, hurry now."

The Fox nodded and went off with a light grunt. Collector went on upstairs and entered his room dismissing his clutch maker then he sat on his bed. Max came in before Mitch and his little bitch. The Otter sighed as he removed what little clothing he had on.

"Maxwell, now you get to witness the more amusing parts of being a Master. This particular male failed to remove his pornographic magazines from the living room so he is going to give us a show. Do note that he is a male lover as well, which makes this punishment even better."

"If he likes males, why not just fix him?" The pup looked at the Otters a little confused.

"Why would I do that? Not only does it reduce the lifespan but it also prevents gaining a potential profit. Now, Mitch, better show this young Master in training why it is useful not to neuter his slaves."

Mitch nodded then looked at his female as he nudged her down to the floor. With the Masters sitting on the bed above them, Mitch forced himself to mount the female once more. He hated to admit it to himself that he was getting used to they way she felt inside, though he liked going anal with her more. He started to shove his hips into her as he could only think of Mister February which got him through this. He actually lost his focus on those around him and lost himself to his feral side as he thought about pounding the tight ass of the deliciously looking male from the centerfold.

The female below him moaned from the vigorous rutting she was getting and dug her tiny claws into his back. He grunted and slammed into her as he seeded her, he snapped halfway through and pulled out to spray the remaining seed onto her torso.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful. Wouldn't you say, Maxwell?"

"I do not see the point."

"Sexual thrill, you may be too young for it, but I am fully aroused and ready for one of my own conquests, but I will just have Mitch rub it out for me, since he is familiar with the male anatomy. Get over here, my Otter, and rub me so that you can paint yourself with my musk."

"Yes, Master." Mitch complied not even looking to his female.

As Mitch gripped both shafts of his Master, Collector leaned back slightly and looked to the pup beside him.

"There is one more in here, why don't you try playing your Nature and show your dominant side."

Maxwell snorted then looked at the female that was now getting up. "Bitch, get over here and suckle." The little Wolf snarled and glared at the female.

She complied without a word and went straight for his covered groin that she exposed before placing the carnivorous maw over the sensitive flesh that hid the small, flaccid shaft that demanded to be suckled. Once she had the young sensitive meat in her maw, Maxwell's eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled. Collector smiled as much as he could as Mitch worked him over. It is always better to have someone else work out an orgasm for you, Collector mused silently, and it is always better knowing the one who does the task enjoys it. To Mitch, this was a reward, Collector could see it in the Otter's eyes. Especially when he sniffed the shafts and thought about licking them.

"Go ahead, you earned a little reprieve. Suckle away, but I still want to paint your fur with my semen."

The Otter said nothing as he engorged himself on the red flesh before him and took them in down to their tight slit. Collector shivered as it had been a long time since he was deep throated like this. Collector looked over to his apprentice and grinned.

"So, pup, still think this is pointless."

"No," Maxwell huffed as his knot took full form in his Otter's maw.

"Good. Now watch me turn this Otter white." With that said, Collector pulled one of his hemipenes and released his pent up orgasm and painted the Otter's face.

Collector moaned as the Otter licked the last of his milk from the engorged 'teats' of the male in front of him. Maxwell panted as he watched in amazement as one shaft did all that to the Otter. He always thought that reptiles used both at the same time. Collector smiled then pushed Mitch back with a foot.

"I want you to rub that into your fur. No bathing today."

Mitch nodded and began to rub the semen in right in front of the others. Maxwell moaned as he felt his body have the dry orgasm that his age allowed. The female pulled away giving the tapered tip a gentle lick before turning tail on him.

"Would the young Master like to mount me?"

"He is fine. Take your male and get ready for the meal."

"Yes, Master."

Maxwell huffed with annoyance but kept his opinion to himself until the other two left. "I really would like to try her out."

"Sorry, I cannot take the risk of having another male sire young off her. She and my female dragon are the only ones that you cannot partake of their services. Now, relax and let the cooler air do it job. Supper will be early today so that everyone can get to the docks tomorrow. But we still have a few hours before then."

"Then what are we going to do before supper?"

"I am taking you to the market. I have a sponsored stall, and beyond him, I know of a few trustworthy vendors that will supply you with excellent slaves. I am going to get you slaves of your choosing. Don't think of them right now, I would like you to get away from your kin and get other races."

This made the pup groan.

"I know, but it is part of being a Master on a multi-species planet."

"What should I look at?"

"Everything. There are a few hermaphrodites out there that are breedable with both genders. In fact they are coveted by married couples who cannot conceive themselves."

"Are... they common?"

"More now than twenty years ago. Genetic science has opened new paths for Slavers everywhere. Many species are barely recognizable by their people. I personally like natural looking ones. In fact, I do not have a dual-gender in the family, perhaps we may find ourselves coming home with a few." Collector dressed then gathered some small objects from his closet then looked at his apprentice. "Are you going in the fur or are you going to get dressed?"

Maxwell blinked a couple times before he realized that he was able to dress without hurting the sensitive flesh now.

"You could do that after all. Humans are the only species on this planet that disapproves of the au naturel look of other races, but I do not recommend it this time of year."

"Too cold?"

"Yes. The warmer months you will see many Valhanians and others walk around in the fur and scale. Me included, though I do force myself to dress when I go places."

"So... If I wanted, I could walk around here without my clothes?"

"I will not say otherwise, I prefer to sit with my slaves in the buff to help break the master-slave barrier; it also helps get the local gossip spread by other slaves in the neighborhood."

Now that Maxwell was dressed, his teacher went to open the door and motioned him to follow. He went down the hall passed Richard's and knocked on a closed door. Roger answered looking rather blushed. Collector apologized then asked if both he and Karen would join them for the market run. Roger huffed lightly then answered positively before closing the door. The two Masters went downstairs and found Richard and his pupil.

"Richard, we are heading out for a while. Don't lose anyone." Collector winked at him,

"I will attempt not to, sir."

Roger and Karen joined them looking a little exhausted but able to perform their duties. They went to the car next and got it out of the garage before Roger connected the cage. They were on the road a few minutes later and on their way to the market. As soon as Karen parked, she asked why they were both needed for the trip. Collector smiled.

"Karen, I need you to help point out different qualities of slaves for our little pup while Roger keeps an eye on the purchases."

"Guess it all pays the same."

"Indeed it does. I hope to get him a few worthy additions. Maybe even a DG."

"You really want to corrupt a child with an oversexed hermaphrodite?"

"He is a Master, so yes. Besides, he's already learned that particular lesson. Let's try to keep him away from the Valhanians and from any older than sixteen. But I will not be too worried otherwise."

"So, I could end up with an old bird that could die at any time?"

"Depends on the bird, Maxwell, and the species."

The four made their way into the halls and went to the first few stalls to point out the scarred slaves and how their minds could be destroyed from the abuse. They moved to a specialist stall that sold the children. Maxwell could not help but stare at the various species that stood around attached to poles via chains and tethers. The Vendor came over and addressed Collector whom redirected the attention to the pup. The Naisian turned slightly, his hooves clomped slightly on the rugged floor. He represented a chestnut Clydesdale of Earth's horse.

"Buying your first slave, eh?"

"Second, technically. My teacher said I had to look at other races. You have any... oh... um..."

"Yes, I do have slaves of my on kind. I get that question all the time, mostly from Humans though. Come, with me." Despite the racial error, the Stallion chuckled and took everyone to the underage Naisians. Collector eyed the females since they were displayed in such a manner to allow the customers an exclusive view of their vulvas. Maxwell saw a colt that looked very much like a thoroughbred that did his best not to make eye contact. The young Wolf went to this horse and stared at the male for a moment.

"You there. What skills do you have?" Maxwell asked firmly trying to imitate his grandfather.

"I am a Beast of Burden. Strong of back and soon will be full of seed."

"Can you read or write?"

"No, Master Wolf."

"What kind of training have you gotten?"

"Heavy weight and stamina, Master." This gotten the colt's muzzle to pull up to risk looking in the Wolf's eyes.

Maxwell smiled. "Stand for me if you can. At least you look well fed. Teacher Manson, can I choose this one?"

"Very well. I choose this lovely little filly as well." The Vendor nodded then unchained them and guided them to the front where he kept the records and register. He pulled up the records and rang up the price. "Seven hundred twenty-six Azas."

"Really? Excellent." Collector filled out his check and tore it out.

"How would you like the papers filled out?"

"The male belongs to Maxwell Brenson. The female goes under Collector Manson."

"Eh hem... A-any relation to Gregory Manson?"

"I was his second... heir to his property."

"Ah, he...was a sponsor of mine."

"If you are asking me to sponsor you, I have not earned another slot nor has Maxwell since he is still an apprentice."

"It's all good, sir. I have plenty and as long as my suppliers keep giving me healthy and well trained slaves, I will not need a highly respected name on the placard." The horse handed over the titles as he accepted the check.

"I do hope these two can pull their own weight for years to come."

"There is a ninety day return policy. They must not be marked, which I doubt you like using a whip."

"You would be right. Roger, would you please?"

"My pleasure, sir."

Roger took the chains of the two horses and lead them off.

"Come, Maxwell, we have other stops to make. By now you should have seen the names he spoke of, correct? The more names the stall or shop has the better quality of products it has. Now, let's move to one of... questionability." Collector nudged the Wolf to the corridor and took them to a stall that had only a single name to its supporter placard. "Be careful on what you touch in here."

Maxwell gasped as he entered the shop, bloody tools hung from nails, not to mention the bludgeoning post that had a bleeding slave tied tightly. The Vendor was moving about spewing fragrant words. Maxwell backed away with a whimper. Collector did not blame him and moved on. He stopped at his sponsored stall and greeted Don.

"Collector! Welcome back. Here to buy some more? I have a pedigree in that has yet to see the floor."

"Might take a look in a moment. This is Maxwell, my apprentice. I'll let you do your thing on him but let's keep them young. No older than sixteen, I really don't want him feeling intimidated by his own slaves, yet I want him having one that will be a loyal bodyguard."

"Absolutely. Come, young Master, I have a feeling I know what your teacher wants. I have some Eaglets that are eager to prove their worth and some fresh Cats that you can use as a chew toy when they are not ripping intruders apart."

Maxwell snorted at the comment, not truly getting it.

"Right. Here are my preteen and mid-teen slaves. I have a small collection on hand, but I do have more on order if you want to look at the manifest."

"Do you have any..." Maxwell looked over his shoulder. "Any lizards?"

Don laughed heartily, "Of course, all ages. They are everyday laborers, these are guardians, of which he wanted you to have. But I am sure you can sweet talk your way into getting an Innodiate or two."

"I will take one of those birds then I will look over the lizards."

"If I did not know any better, I would swear you two are father and son. They are under the heat lamps go have a look."

Maxwell ran off with his tail wagging, Don selected the male Eagle and took it to his desk then returned to the Maxwell. The Wolf was looking over a female Anole that was close to his age, there was two males that was younger as well. Collector managed to catch up and watch him ogle the lizards, he smiled as he realized that he had corrupted the pup in such a fun way. Collector used a claw to tap on the Wolf's shoulder and chuckled as the canine jumped.

"Yes, you may have what you want. You can pay off high priced slaves by doing chores around the house."

"I can handle that. Can I have these three? They look very healthy... and fun."

"As long as you stick with the deal."

"Yes! Can we also stop at the... um... supply shop?"

This quarry made Collector curious but he nodded anyway. "Of course, your new slaves will need collars anyway."

Maxwell's tail wagged even though he tried to hide his joy.

After Collector paid Don and thanked him for the exclusive peek and potential buy, they made their way to the supply shop. Collector did not question when Maxwell came up to the counter with an extra collar and leash, but he did smile. When they left that shop, they went straight for the car. Collector whispered into Karen's ear to head to the Pet Shop. She did not question and drove the quickest route. When she stopped, Collector went in alone and purchased a few items. Maxwell made a partial attempt toe be curious like many children would. Collector said nothing until they arrived back at the Manor and then only dismissed Roger and Karen.

Collector went to the cage and opened it. Then he gave the pet supplies to Maxwell then told him to have fun. Max growled as he looked in the bag and pulled out a chew toy and a set of tennis balls. Collector took his Naisian in and let Max handle his own slaves. Richard and his own student greeted the head Master.

"Alright, little lady, you need to go help your Master with his new slaves. Richard, I will handle this one. I have something special planed for her."

"Yes, Master. Do you want me to help young Master Maxwell?"

"No. Just her."

"Very well. Oh, there was message for you, Sir, the transport will be ready to load at first light but there will be a pickup for luggage tonight."

"Very good, did you tell the family?"

"Yes, and got the luggage ready for the carrier. I also asked for a nurse to be available to give the new slaves their shots before they load up. Master Maxwell should be safe since he has not been on Earth long."

"Thank you. Now you are thinking like a true Second."

This made Richard smile and wag his tail.

"Come, my little Naisian, I will show you what you are going to do when we get back from vacation." Since he still had his coat on, he took the horse outside to the backyard and showed her the shed. "You will be mowing once a week until next winter, and when you are able to breed, you will go to my apprentice and ask for the male you were purchased with. Tomorrow, we head into the Frontier and make our way to Valhan for a vacation, be good and you will be able to relax and be yourself. Now, let's head inside before I freeze up."

As they entered the house Maxwell had a hold of the chew toy and was squeezing it between his paws. Collector eyed him briefly before showing his horse were she would be sleeping. She huffed and went downstairs after she was dismissed by her Master. Collector then went back to his apprentice to have a bit of fun with him.

"Does the little doggy wish to play?"

"Funny. I guess I can't hide what I want from you... can I?"

"Role reversal is quite fun, my boy, just do it with someone you absolutely trust. Do not do it with you new slaves... not yet. Get to know them and gain their trust and respect before you ask them to play that type of game. Many Slavers fall victim to a knife in the throat because they were so bored with their sex life that they were blinded by a seemingly trusting slave. Your Second might enjoy it a little too much, but she seems to be willing to play. Who knows, you might even get to play pet with her. I think you would be a good doggy for her, licking her in all the right places- "

"Really?"

"Richard might be willing as well." Collector chuckled and winked at the pup.

"Eww, no!"

"Still. But if you decide to play fetch, take it outside or down in the cellar. We do not want to break anything, now do we?"

"No..."

"Go wear yourself out, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir."

"If you need me, I will be lounging with the family."

Maxwell watched his teacher strip away the coat he had on then his clothes of which he tossed onto his shoulder. He caught a glimpse of a weak scar on the lizard's side that appeared to be a surgical incision. He said nothing as the elder walked out of sight as he went into the stairwell. A moment later, Maxwell caught sight of his teacher's foster hatchlings and decided to go talk to them.

Collector eased himself down into the steamy waters as some Cold Bloods did their best to absorb the heat. They greeted him with groggy voices as they were not fully out of hibernation yet. Both male and female lounged here, mostly mates.

"Everyone have a good winter?" Collector said quietly as he knew what the headache felt like.

"I know will have a better one now that a certain someone is awake." Vector chuckled and pulled his mate closer. Collector smiled as he caught a glimpse of pink under the water between the two of them.

"Looks like you are already enjoying it and yet you do not offer anything from the 'cookie jar' shame on you."

"Please, you have a bloody dragon to bed with and you don't share."

"Once I have her papers, I might be able to convince her to do that. But Dianos is free for anyone willing to take that gorgeous log of his."

"He's that big, huh?"

"Yes, and I do believe he knows how to use it."

"Really? I might beg for a peek." One of the females said, this one was unmated and chosen the name of Violet.

"You would love the heat they produce, but be careful, the heat withdrawal I got from his sister was annoying yet worth it. Just be ready to share details. I just might take him for a spin someday."

"Why not call him in now? Then we all can have some fun."

"You really think Dianos will do this willingly?"

"He is a slave, he has to."

This made Collector smile, he rose and toweled off before heading to the stairs. He poked his head out the door once he was up there and let out a shout for the drake to join him. He then returned to the tub. A few minutes later, the dragon joined the group of lizards

"You called?"

"Indeed I did, how would you like to see how far these lovely ladies can stretch, hmm? If you like, a few willing males as well."

"If it is my choice, then can I have the males mount me?"

"I did not expect that from you. Who's going to be the guinea pig?" Collector looked around the pool.

Vector nudged his mate up then moved up to the dragon while pulling his mate with him.

"Oh, hell yes! Just like the old days, give us a show!" Collector hollered and clapped. Many of the other slaves who where preoccupied with their own things stopped and surrounded the dragon whom occupied himself by laying on his back and spreading his wings to lay comfortably.

Vector helped his mate up onto the dragon then pressed his engorged shaft against the larger male's tail hole. He toyed with the male as his mate stroked the scaled sheath working the warm flesh hidden inside. Dianos gasped as the female coaxed his shaft alive all the while her mate teased his tight pucker. Vector pushed in just as his mate eased herself down on the shaft.

She straddled the larger male and shoved the entire shaft into her. The males moaned as they got started. She rode her toy as Vector began to pull out of the dragon slowly. The crowd whistled and encouraged the trio to go faster as they enjoyed their own vices. Collector glanced over his shoulder briefly, Butch was right there working his shaft out of his sheath.

He grinned as he surprised his Alpha Wolf by reaching back and grabbing the scrotum and lightly tugging them forward. Butch looked down and smiled before taking a step toward his Master. The Master rewarded the obedient Wolf with a lick to the lightly furred sac.

"Your female won't mind, will she?"

"No, she's finally pregnant."

"Then let me congratulate you."

Collector grabbed the Wolf's sheath as he twisted around and freed the slowly enlarging meat and kissed it. Butch moaned against the workings, there were very few moments where the Master would do such things. Even if it was Collector. The Wolf gasped as he felt his shaft was drawn into the toothless maw of the Iguana. The skilled tongue worked the shaft to full erection and worked on the knot. The Wolf could not hold back, he never really could from this particular tongue, and let loose a strong stream of seed which the suckling maw drank happily. Butch bit his tongue to keep from letting a yip through.

"I so wish I could last longer when you break down and muzzle me. At least I can enjoy the afterglow in your delectable mouth."

"Mmph." Collector answered as he added pressure against the groin of the fuzzy beast and squeezed the knot as best as he could, trying not to lose it.

Attention was split between the two groups but soon everything went awry. Much of the group was soon involved in some kind of sexual act. Collector could not see beyond the waist of his Wolf but the squeals caught his attention. He pulled away from Butch to lick the edges of his mouth clean then he leaned back against the edge of the tub once more. Butch carefully knelt behind his Master and began to rub the Iguana's shoulders.

"You just seem to get better at that every time." Butch lightly said beside his Master's head. "Too bad I cannot be as good, huh?"

"Having small teeth has its advantages." Collector reached behind him to scritch the Wolf's ears the way he liked.

"So does having fine edged claws."

"As much as I would love to mount someone, I think I need to go upstairs."

This made Butch growl with annoyance. "I won't let you. You started this fiasco, you end it."

If it had not been Butch, that would have made Collector angry. "Technically, I think Vector started this by mating in our heating waters, so...."

"So what? As head of security, I advise that it is a bad scenario to leave unsupervised."

"In that case, Mister Security, I advise you start moving into this tub because I am not moving."

A lust-filled growl now rumbled through the Wolf and into the reptile he was slowly pulling into a hug. "Just like back in the day, huh? I say we change things up though."

Butch grinned wolfishly as he shoved his arms under Collector and pulled him from the water and forced him to stand. After that, he bent over and got onto all fours presenting his tight pucker for his Master. He wiggled his hips waiting for the lizard to climb on. Collector shook his head as he watched the Wolf take the 'Bitch Position.' Collector took the offer and plunged into the depths of his oldest friend. The Wolf moaned as the Iguana pumped his shaft in and out of his tail hole. He was the only male he allowed near him like this he loved the Spring time madness that rose the lust of all of the family. He would take advantage of this as much as he could.

Butch felt his Master bit down on his scruff so he responded by pushing back against the lighter male. By the time the Iguana was done filling the Wolf up, the canine was panting like a feral and moaning lust-filled complements to the dominate male. Collector, with what little focus he had left, used his tail to play with the bulbous phallus that dangled down between the Wolf's legs. The extra stimulus allowed the Wolf to orgasm sending his seed to the floor in spurts that clung to the small scales of the reptilian tail. When all was done, Collector laid on the Wolf not willing to move.

"Just as tight as every Spring, I figured you would slip this year with all the fresh blood you have gained."

"Nope. That hole is reserved for you. I use my dick as much as I can though. I love showing my dominance through its use."

"Good... say, has supper been called yet?"

"No, not to my knowledge."

"Good, because I am starving now."

"Break it up people!" A voice called out, Collector looked to the stairs and found it to be Richard. "I want the meal crew upstairs immediately!"

"And I want my Second down here quicker than that." Collector ordered louder than the Fox. "I say we show him the Farmyard Twist, eh?"

"Nah, he's too young and inexperienced. How about we just spit roast him?" Butch looked over his shoulder to look at the lazy lizard on his back.

"That I can deal with. Let's see if he can spot me through this crowd first then deal with him."

"Agreed."

Richard appeared worried as he looked over the crowd, he did not expect his Master to be down here amidst the orgy. He spotted Butch and the Innodiate on his back then moved down and forced his way through the crowd to stand in front of the two.

"You wanted me, Sir?"

"Yes, I am actually shocked that you could spot me so quick among my kin. Beyond that, I am wanting you to make sure they go upstairs then you yourself strips down and join me and Butch. You have a very different lesson awaiting you."

Richard whimpered before he did as he was told then quickly undressed and returned to the Master whom now stood beside his Wolf slave.

"Drop to all fours. Tail to the side and muzzle open." Collector ran a claw gently over his engulfed flesh as he waited for the Fox to do so. "Butch... heads or tails?"

"Tails, since you asked."

"After you."

Butch growled as he grabbed the Fox tail and pushed his slightly engorged shaft into the smaller canines arse. Richard yelped as Butch forced his shaft in up to the knot. While the Fox was focused on the pain in his rump, Collector shoved the open muzzle onto his shaft. The Fox gagged as the shaft was shoved into his throat. Butch leaned over Richard and chuckled.

"Welcome to the family, pup."

The so-called party lasted until the dinner bell sounded then everyone donned their clothes and attempted to clean up before heading upstairs. Once they ate, everyone went to bed skipping their evening prayers. Everyone could barely wait for the vacation to start.