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"Hmm. And I thought I had expensive tastes."

Kurama chuckled and shook his head at the departing limousine. He was used to the flow of pets and masters through the store, but this was the first time that he'd seen six pets trailing behind one master. He must have been either very rich or very charismatic to keep them in line. The kitsune would have to get the dragon's name and find out which.

His tails flared as he turned back to the store, all nine swaying behind him as he rested his chin on the back of his hand. The posters on the front windows had some new deals on offer, and some were pretty visually appealing, even if not all of the offers were great.

"Hmmm, already bought some obedience training. Toys? Nah, got enough of those for now. Bondage starter kits? Please, as if I were such a beginner. Two for - oh, that's promising."

He walked up to the poster that caught his eye. Two canines knelt in the middle of the photograph, both naked save for a harness going from their shoulders to their balls. Kurama dragged a finger along the photo, imagining teasing those eager looking cocks before stuffing their asses.

As tantalizing as the image was, it was the text below that had grabbed his attention. In big block letters, the poster announced a sale.

"Two for one, buy one canine and get another free. This offer only applies to pets with experience and excludes virgins, younger siblings, eunuchs - who buys eunuchs anymore? - and untrained merchandise." He chuckled. "Well, it's a good thing for me that I don't mind a little use with my pets."

Of course, they'll need to be worth buying in the first place. Don't start getting too many harem ideas, he thought as he walked inside. You already have three pets. Just because that dragon had six doesn't mean you need as many.

Ignoring the familiar clerks and cashiers, Kurama weaved his way through the aisles until he reached the store announcement board. The 'board' was actually a vast, high quality plasma screen and was mounted on the wall near the front of the store. Everything going on in the back rooms, from fetish training to obedience classes and more, was tracked on it.

With the organization based around the name of the master rather than the pets or the event, it didn't take him long to find what he needed to know. All three pets were still busy with their obedience classes, though Daniel had about twenty minutes less to go than the anaconda twins. No surprise there. That otter's so eager for approval that he's probably the star of the class.

Still, even that otter had about an hour to go until he was done, and the twins had about an hour and a half. He didn't want to leave the store and come back later, considering he'd barely make it home before he had to turn around. He didn't have someone else to keep him occupied, either, so...

"I guess it's time to continue the tour."

One of the nearby clerks looked up, something not lost on him. Kurama turned, glancing down his muzzle at the hyena.

"Could you remind me where the underground tours start? It's been about three weeks since I was here, and I was a little too busy last time to keep it in mind."

"Uh, sure. Do you have a card to let you in?"

"Of course."

"Well, sir, do you mind if I see it? Store protocol and all."

Smirking, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out not one, but two cards. The first was the access card that the hyena had mentioned, pink with the store's logo on it. It was the other one, a black card with a giant E on it, that caught the employee's eye. The hyena paled.

"Oh, sorry, sir, I-I didn't know."

"No harm. Now why don't you take me to the elevator, and I'll let you get back to work."

"Yes sir, right away, sir."

The hyena gestured for him to follow and he did, chuckling as he put the cards away. Being a member of the store's executive club carried a great deal more benefits than the regular member's card. Besides discounts and access to better stock, the card gave him a few 'rights' that other customers didn't know about. The hyena, on the other hand, obviously did. As he walked behind the employee, Kurama considered having a little fun. The clerk had a nice ass, after all, and he could use a little relief.

By the time they reached the elevator, he had dismissed the idea. Fun as it might be to sink his cock into that spotted ass, he was pretty sure that the hyena was a little too wound up to enjoy it properly.

"Uh, here you are, sir. Do you know how to work these?"

"I do, thank you. Now why don't you run along before someone hornier than me comes along and decides to have some fun?"

Pulling the pink card back out, he pressed it to the card pad until it beeped. The elevator door opened and he stepped inside, pressing a finger against the second to lowest button.

"Exercise Floor selected."

"Yes, yes, I know my selection, fembot voice."

"Doors Closing."

"Way to state the obvious."

He shook his head. There was just something about robotic voices that left him slightly annoyed every time he heard them. What was wrong with a simple beep instead of having some voice announcing his selection?

Pushing it out of his head before it could bother him any further, Kurama leaned back to enjoy the ride. After descending past the first floor, the doors flashed. He knew it had something to do with an electric current and the material the doors were made of, but he hadn't really paid attention during the tour. All he cared about was that the doors were now transparent, giving him a fair bit of eye candy.

The elevator paused on the first sub-level, the discipline room. Sixteen males and eight females hung from the ceiling in varying levels of bondage, ranging from a simple sling to a full body capsule. Store employees wandered around, applying different punishments to different people. He recognized a sparrow from his last trip here, still held upside-down with his beak connected to his cock via a tube, his ass looking rather red beneath his feathers.

"Must have been a pretty bad boy to still be here."

The second sub-level was divided into many rooms from what he remembered, so he doubted he'd see much. The guide had said it was a rotating circle beneath the rest of the store, allowing for entry to a wheel of rooms. Now what kind of rooms were they? I think they said something about certifications...

The elevator paused again, dinging softly as the doors opened. A malamute darted inside, wearing store colors and smelling like he had just spent an hour fully clothed inside a sauna. Kurama arched an eyebrow at the canine as he slapped the "Door Close" button.

"Sorry. Musk training for the pets."

"Ah, getting sweaty for them?"

"Yeah, maybe a little too much." The malamute shook his head as four naked males pressed against the elevator doors. "I think I need to tell Sarah to turn down the conditioning levels. We want them turned on from the smell, not turned feral."

"Heheh. You want to ride with me? I'm heading down to the Exercise Floor, and you could get a shower there or something."

"Sounds like a good idea to me. Maybe I can get something to deal with this, too. Unless you want to help out?"

The kitsune shook his head at the malamute's question, even though the canine's bulge wasn't bad. He wasn't the sort to suck anyone that didn't give him that kind of pleasure first.

Two more sub-levels passed by - one for intense training, another for therapy and rehabilitation - before they reached sub-level five, the Exercise Floor. The elevator dinged again and the doors opened. The stench of hard-working anthros filled the air, drowning out the malamute's musky smell. Kurama stepped to the side, waiting for the employee to leave before following him out. He took a moment to enjoy the view of the trainer's tight ass in spandex shorts before turning his attention to the rest of the room.

Like the other sub-levels, the Exercise Floor had more usable space than the main level did due to being underground. It stretched out for nearly six hundred feet ahead and beside him, and it felt as massive as it looked. A long track circled a pool in the center, and exercise machines and weights lined the walls. A glance at the floor revealed various colored lines dividing one area from another, keeping different groups in different areas. They were overseen by various store employees, including a polar bear he'd seen before and - surprisingly - the store owner. Kurama grinned and waved at the black dragon overseeing the wrestling group.

Joining a group of naked foxes, the kitsune jogged with them towards the dragon. They immediately turned to him, talking over their shoulders with friendly grins.

"Hey, you here to buy someone, sexy?"

"If you are, I guarantee you'd like my mouth. I know a lot of tricks, honey."

"Heh, forget the two of them. Try me. I got an ass that won't quit and a pair of hands that'll massage you to sleep every night."

"Boys, boys, I'm not here for any more pets right now, but thanks all the same."

"Ah well, can't blame a fox for trying."

They shrugged as they dropped the topic, but Kurama couldn't let it just end. He grabbed two of them by the ass, squeezing them while several tails groped the third.

"Don't you give up, though. I guarantee you there's a few guys upstairs that'll want you boys as soon as they see you."

Giving them a farewell pat, he jogged off the track. He could hear some mutters from the foxes, but they jogged out of earshot before he could hear. Besides, his attention had already shifted.

He met the dragon owner with a handshake and a smirk, and Draconicon returned it. Their hands slowly squeezed tighter and tighter as they always did, the pressure growing by the second. Kurama panted softly, and the dragon's face grew red, but eventually the kitsune relaxed his grip. The dragon let go with a chuckle.

"Am I ever going to win that competition?"

"Not unless you get some sort of booster, Kurama." Draconicon chuckled. "Good to see you. Trying to find something to do until you can pick up your pets?"

"Pretty much. I've seen the top floor enough to be bored waiting around up there, and there's not enough time to hit a restaurant or something. At least, no good restaurants. Why'd you build a store with no good food around?"

"Mostly because business would be terrible anywhere with good restaurants around."

"How do you figure that?"

"Kids."

"Okay, that's fair enough."

He turned to the wrestlers and licked his lips. Thirty grown men in nothing more than jockstraps was a sight that he couldn't pass up. About half of them were big guys like orcas or stallions, but he saw some smaller guys too, including a wolf and a German Shepherd. Then again, small was in the eye of the beholder. He was shorter than most of the wrestlers by at least a handful of inches. Even the two canines stood nearly a head taller than him, and they were shorter than the big wrestlers by at least a foot.

However, they were the stand-outs in the ring. He watched as the wolf dodged a bull charging at him and pinned the bovine from behind, the smaller grey wolf flexing surprisingly strong arms as he held down his opponent. His jockstrap swelled as he maintained the hold, which gave Kurama a pretty good idea of his size.

The German Shepherd, though, was the real prize. He was wrestling two guys at once, and it was almost a slug-fest rather than a wrestling match. The three of them exchanged as many punches as holds and pins. He was up against a muscular elephant and a well-endowed panther, each circling and trying to get around him. Yet, despite their best efforts, the Shepherd kept them both in view, dancing around until he found an opening.

"You have some pretty good fighters down here."

"Well, some of them had a background with that, so we like to help them keep their skills fresh."

"Go figure. Tell me about them."

"Which ones?"

"That wolf and the German Shepherd."

"Not much to tell. The wolf's name is Lore, and he came here after serving as a bodyguard for half a decade. Pretty good at it, from what I heard, and very protective."

"Any idea why he left?"

"Nothing official, but I think it had something to do with wanting to serve people that couldn't afford a bodyguard."

He nodded. "And the Shepherd?"

"Former police, head of a K-9 Squad at one point. I think he retired after a mixed operation. Something about wanting to have a job that didn't involve shooting bullets and hostage negotiations."

"Any idea what that operation was?"

"A few, but nothing solid." The dragon turned away from the fight. "Thinking of adding them to your little group?"

Kurama nodded. The two of them were surprisingly intriguing, and having a pair of pets that knew how to handle themselves would be an asset. His three had nearly been grabbed off the street once, and while he'd been able to stop the thief...He shook his head. Nothing like that had happened since, but he wanted someone around just in case.

The Shepherd ended his fight with a quick two-part move. He grabbed the panther by the arm and spun him around, using him as a shield against the elephant's charge. Tangling them up, the canine spun around them and delivered a darting blow to the top of the elephant's spine, a chop that sent the two of them to the mats. He took a seat on top of them, the dog smirking as the panther wiggled under the dazed elephant.

"Well, I like his attitude."

"It is a different one from most of the pets, that's for sure."

"Do you have a minute, Draconicon? I'd like to have a small meeting about my pets, and some future purchases of mine."

"Sure. Head on back to the elevators and I'll be right with you."

Well, he wasn't going to pass up seeing a few more sexy men. The kitsune grinned as he walked along the wall, taking his time to observe the pets getting their exercise in. The most that any of them wore was a plain jockstrap, and many of them just went naked, particularly the guys that were using the exercise machines.

Then again, they had a pretty good reason to be in the buff. Half of the weight machines were modified, whether it was a bench press that shoved a fleshlight over the user's dick or a leg curl that brought a dildo deep into the user's hole. Some of them were even more inventive, like the rather interesting rowing machine.

He stopped to watch, his eyes going from the jaguar doing the exercise to the small screen built into the machine. A read-out showed a power meter building up, getting higher the longer and more professionally the feline worked out. After looking down at the naked cat, he realized that it was all going to an electrified band around the jaguar's cock. E-stim through exercise. Very nice.

As much as he was enjoying the show, he did have an appointment with the owner. He was late to the elevator and the dragon was tapping his foot with a smile on his face.

"See a few other things you liked?"

"Maybe. Do you sell some of the machines you keep down here?"

"Only to executive club members, and even with your discount it's pretty pricy."

"Ah, well. Maybe I can find something that'll give me a better discount, hmm?"

The dragon rolled his eyes as the kitsune groped himself.

"Only in your dreams, Kurama. Now come on. From what I remember, your pets only have forty minutes before being released from class, and I'm pretty sure you want to greet them."

"You got that right."

They stepped into the elevator, followed by the wolf and German Shepherd, and up they went.

#

Though Kurama had been a friend of the owner for a while, this was the first time he'd been to Draconicon's office. For that matter, it was the first time that he'd been on the top level of Extraordinary Pets, and he had to say, it offered quite a view. A thick glass floor supported a pair of plush leather chairs in front of a big black desk, and through it he could see everything in the store. It must have been mirrored in some way, because he never had a clue this was up here.

Taking a seat in one of the leather chairs, the kitsune let his legs splay outwards. His bulge pressed against the front of his pants, showing it off, and he smirked as the dragon rolled his eyes as he sat down.

"What? I'm getting comfortable."

"You're also showing off. Again."

"Well, I got a lot to show off. If you got -"

"Got it, flaunt it, yes, yes, I know. I hear that a few hundred times a day, I don't need to hear it again."

Still chuckling to himself, Kurama reached into a pocket.

"Anyway, before we get around to talking about pets and purchases, I wanted to show you something."

"Some new designs?"

"Heh, of course. I can't help myself."

He pulled a flash drive out of his pocket and passed it over. The dragon took it and slid it into a reader built into the desk. Somewhere on his side, Kurama would guess, was a private screen that had lit up and was displaying the objects on the drive. The dragon flicked a finger over it, tapping a few small buttons.

"Hmmm, that's new. I was starting to wonder if you'd be sticking with harnesses for the next year."

"Just because I think they look good..."

"And they do. I just thought you'd be creative enough to come up with some different stuff." The dragon chuckled. "And I'm glad to be right. Standard fee?"

"A little more, actually. I'd like to sell those to the store for public stuff, rather than private use."

Draconicon blinked in surprise. He understood the dragon's confusion; most of his ideas were custom orders that Draconicon made as a favor. Usually the dragon got a copy for himself out of the deal too, something that he paid the kitsune for, but that was about as far as it had gone previously.

"You're selling the design?"

"I could use a little more cash, and you're always buying a copy of my designs anyway. Maybe I can get a little more out of this if I put it on the market."

"Well, I'm not going to say no to that. Do you want me to get the lawyers putting together a contract on that, or -"

"I'm good with cash and your word."

"Alright then." The dragon nodded, tapping another button on his touchscreen before removing the flash drive. "That saves the designs. How much do you want?"

"$15,000."

Draconicon arched an eyebrow.

"Come on, that's more than fair. You're getting the right to produce these things and sell them, and it's a Kurama exclusive."

"Just come up with that name?"

"Yeah, and I kinda like it. Put it on the box."

"I will...if you drop it to $14,000."

"$14,500."

"Fine. Deal."

The kitsune grinned as the dragon reached into another drawer. Several piles of hundred dollar bills landed on the desk and the kitsune swept them into his arms using his tails. It only took a few seconds to count it all out, and he pocketed it happily.

"Now that you've gotten a windfall, maybe you'll want to pay some of it back by buying something?"

"Now, now, when did I ever leave your store without buying something?"

"The time before you dropped off your pets."

"What? I bought something."

"Yeah, a condom to wear while fucking one of my employees. I'm starting to wonder if giving you that executive card was a bad idea."

"You make more money off of what I give you and what your security cameras record than I ever cost you, Drac. You know it, I know it. Let's stop pretending I'm a pest."

The dragon rolled his eyes, but the kitsune knew it was all in fun. He was almost two feet smaller than the dragon, which made it so enjoyable to tweak his nose. After knowing him for so long, it was almost too easy.

Looking over his shoulder, his pants got a little tighter as he stared at the two big males he'd picked. They were a good bit bigger than him, both in height and sheer muscle size. The wolf in particular had a bulky body, with thick arms and legs and a hard looking set of abs. He'd bet that the wolf - Lore was the name, he remembered - had a fairly tight ass, too.

The German Shepherd was a different sort of big. The way that he stood up straight and kept his hands locked behind his back reminded the kitsune of a soldier, or at the very least an officer, someone as used to giving orders as taking them. Though he was an inch shorter and less muscular than the wolf, he would bet that the Shepherd could give the wolf a run for his money anytime, anywhere.

The fact that both of them were naked save for a jockstrap only added to their attractiveness.

"So, did you have a purchase in mind today?"

"Hmm?"

"Purchase? Something to spend money on?"

"Oh, right, right." He shook his head as he turned back to the dragon. "Yes. Would the pair of them work with that 2-for-1 deal that you have going right now?"

"Hmm...Let me check their profiles to be sure, but I'm pretty sure they both apply."

"Think I could get a look as well?"

"Sure. Hang on a second."

The top of the dragon's desk lit up like a computer screen. Most of the blackness remained, but two brown 'folders' floated up in the center. A flick of a finger sent one across the table, and Kurama stopped it by slamming his hand down on the screen.

"Hey, watch the screen."

"Sorry. Still used to the paper stuff."

"Just...a finger poke next time, okay? This stuff isn't cheap."

Nodding, Kurama flipped the folder open by sliding his finger over it. An image of a paper file was revealed, topped with the wolf's headshot and name.

"Lore Vastia. Former bodyguard, well-built and trained in helping others build themselves up. Could be useful there..."

The file contained a few obvious details like sex and height, which he ignored, as well as other irrelevant information. He was more interested in the certifications and background, as well as what made the wolf tick.

Of course it's at the bottom of the page. Rolling his eyes, he scrolled through the wolf's certifications. They were fairly good. A little bit weak on verbal service, but he could work on that with some training. Strong marks on self-control, which meant a great deal with this particular store. They trained their submissives well to begin with, and to have a Master's certification in it meant a lot.

He looked over his shoulder at the wolf, winking at him. Lore showed a slight blush through his fur, but otherwise kept his composure.

"Oooh, you'll be a fun one."

"You get ideas ridiculously fast, my friend."

"It's part of my charm."

He turned back to the file. There wasn't as much in the personal kink section as he'd like. Most pets had at least a musk fetish and a few other things that got them going, but Lore's was filled with suppositions and observations instead. He looked up at the dragon.

"Is this all you have?"

"All that I wrote down. When was the last update?"

Kurama checked.

"August 2013."

"Ah...that would explain the lack of specifics. I haven't updated him in a while."

"Don't bother. I've already got it figured out."

It was pretty simple. All the notes mentioned that the wolf took some of the smaller pets under his wing, how he was very protective of the shy ones. They also mentioned several requests to be 'trained' by the smaller species that the dragon employed rather than the big ones. That, combined with the extensive training in self-control, implied that he was often with people smaller or weaker than himself.

"He's got a thing for smaller guys, doesn't he? He likes his dom to be smaller than him."

"How did you figure that out?"

Both dragon and kitsune turned to look at the wolf. The outburst hadn't been loud. Far from it, it had been quiet, almost whispered, but no less shocked sounding for it. Lore stared at Kurama with his eyes widening.

"It's not that hard to figure out, pup. When a big guy like you looks after the small guys, when you specifically request smaller guys to teach you things, and when you give the big guys the looks you had on the wrestling floor, it's pretty obvious you got a preference. Of course, the way you smell is another clue; you've been reeking of arousal ever since I started looking at you."

He turned back to the dragon as the wolf's blush darkened, and he could tell that he'd guessed right even without the sudden burst of scent. When a sub was looking for ways to be embarrassed, it was incredibly easy to do, and he'd never seen a guy who bottomed for small males not looking for some sort of humiliation. Playing on it and getting the wolf all riled up was easy.

The German Shepherd, though, promised to be a little more difficult. A few glances through the second file made it quite clear that the former K-9 officer would be an 'interesting' pet for any master.

It was rare, but occasionally people in power would resign from their jobs and sign up to be a pet. The officer - named Jeremy, according to the file - was one example. The history section didn't mention why Jeremy had given up his authority as a police officer to become a pet, but apparently he'd been sitting in this store for the last three years.

The weirdness didn't end there. Kurama shook his head at the personal kinks listed. Two of them - receiving oral and topping with anal - were kinks that were usually reserved for pets bought by power bottoms, and there were few things he could play on to increase submission. The only one casually applicable was a foot fetish. Even the musk training had only taken on a partial level, according to the file.

He turned around. Any other time, he would have been tempted to look for a different pet that suited his needs better. After all, the store was full of canines, and he had little doubt that he'd find one that would work with the sale. There were plenty of second-hand or 'used' pets.

Yet...

He looked at the file again. This guy was a mystery, and the kitsune was a sucker for mysteries. And the Shepherd had been trained with giving oral attentions, so he wouldn't be useless while Kurama figured him out.

"Hmmm..."

"Is there a problem, sir?"

He blinked, turning around. The voice must have come from the German Shepherd, but it had been surprisingly soft, almost a whisper compared to the barking gruffness he'd expected from a K-9 sergeant.

"Excuse me?"

"Is there a problem with my pet profile, sir?"

There was no doubt about it. It was his voice. Unlike everything the canine's body suggested, his voice was as soft as a feather on a cheek. No louder than a whisper, yet every word was crystal clear.

"Um, no trouble, but that's certainly a surprise. Why are you so quiet?"

"A quiet voice gets more attention than a loud one, at least if you use it right."

"And when there's a room full of shouting people drowning you out?"

"Then I suppose I'd be shouting."

The Shepherd shrugged as Kurama turned back to the profile. There wasn't much else there, unfortunately. He shook his head, flipping the file closed and flicking it back to the dragon. As the desk turned off, the kitsune rubbed his chin in thought.

He wanted the wolf. Considering the history Lore had and the skills he brought to the table, he was too valuable to be left behind and snapped up by someone else. Aside from his bodyguard, he was definitely into the whole humiliation thing, both by being topped by a smaller guy and apparently in general. That was too good a deal to pass up.

Jeremy, however, was going to be a problem. No matter how he looked at it, the officer was too well trained as a top to be a dedicated bottom. He'd have to juggle his pets around to deal with the Shepherd's needs and that meant that he might be getting sloppy seconds from time to time. Then again, that could be rather fun.

"Draconicon, do you mind if I try them out?"

"I always let customers try the product, you know that."

"And do you mind if I try them out up here, rather than down in the bonding room?"

"Only if you mind me getting a free show out of it."

"Don't kid. You always get free shows."

The dragon chuckled and nodded. Kurama stood up and grabbed his chair. Using both his tails and arms, he turned it around until it faced towards the wall, putting the black dragon on his left and the two pets on the right. He tugged his pants down to his ankles and - after kicking his shoes and socks off - threw them to the corner of the room. His sheath was already swelling with need. Kurama's tails flicked behind him as he looked at the two pets, and he smiled at them. He could both smell and see that they were as horny as he was. Now it was time to see how good they were.

"Lore. On your knees between my legs."

The wolf moved quickly, falling to all fours before crawling across the floor. In less than ten seconds, his nose was buried against the kitsune's sac, nuzzling gently. Kurama turned to the former officer.

"You, stand behind him. Right behind him. After I test him, I'll let you fuck him."

Nodding, Jeremy took his place behind Lore. The position put his sheath at eye-level for the kitsune, and Kurama had to admit it was a big one. The profile said that Jeremy had gone for two weeks without climax, and it showed as the German Shepherd's balls were dangling further down than most canines. The tip of his cock poked out of his sheath already, and slowly slid out as the kitsune watched.

As exciting as the bulge growing was to see, he had other things to keep his attention. Namely Lore's nose pressing against his balls. The wolf's breath was slow and steady, warm and soft against the kitsune's sac, and the regular puffs sent chills of excitement through his body.

He reached down, pressing his hand against the back of Lore's head and pushing him more firmly against his sac. Warm lips pressed against it before the wolf's nose was buried in the slight dip between the kitsune's balls and sheath, right where his musk was strongest.

"Breathe it in, big guy. I want to feel you sniffing me."

"Yes sir."

Lore's voice was muffled, but he followed his orders quickly. In less than a second Kurama felt the wolf's breath puffing against him harder, feeling the air pulled along his balls as Lore breathed in, and he leaned his head back with a grin. The musk down there was strong, or at least he figured it was. His other three pets had said so, and they tended to be rather light headed after only a few breaths.

The wolf proved them right. He watched as the wolf wobbled, grey furred hands clenching around the kitsune's thighs to keep his balance. The wolf's head almost dropped away from that heavy sac, but Kurama held him by the back of the neck, keeping him pinned in place and breathing in the musk.

"That's it. Keep breathing, keep losing that little mind of yours."

"Yes...sir..."

"Do you do this to all your pets, sir?"

"Just the first time. I like to see how they respond to it," he said, his eyes still on the panting wolf. The store conditioned all of their pets to some degree. Each one was trained to respond to their master's musk by going into a submissive sort of state, though how much depended on the individual. Some were rendered utterly incapable of resistance, while others acted as though they were on a mild tranquilizer. Those that already had a fetish for it could sometimes develop a split personality if the conditioning was too strong or the pet fought too hard.

Lore seemed to be somewhere between the two, woozy, but still eminently capable of acting. Kurama made sure that the wolf had gotten a good dose before pulling the canine back and looking into his eyes. They were glazed over, but still coherent. Good. Just what he wanted.

"I want to feel just how good that mouth of yours is. Get started."

"Yessir."

The words were slurred, but understandable. He let go and the wolf immediately set to work, his tongue lapping from the kitsune's dangling, musky orbs all the way up to the tip of his cock. The talented tongue coaxed a moan out of him almost immediately. It had been some time since he'd enjoyed a blowjob from a wolf and he'd forgotten how good their tongues were. Longer and broader than otters and other common pets, they were well suited to oral work.

Lore seemed determined to prove just how good he was. Whether it was due to the command to show how good he was or because the wolf was that eager, he threw himself into the blowjob with a will. Kurama leaned his head back again, closing his eyes as he felt the wolf's tongue run up and down his cock in repeated licks, quick strokes that teased him from the base of his shaft all the way up to his leaking tip. He could already feel his knot forming inside his sheath and he groaned.

Before he could reach down to adjust himself, however, Lore grabbed his sheath and pulled it down, tugging it away from his knot. Surprising, Kurama thought. That sort of observation wasn't something he was used to his pets having. He'd have to commend Lore for it later.

But for now he just wanted to enjoy it. He opened his mouth to tell the former bodyguard to suck him rather than lick, but again the wolf beat him to it. Lore opened his mouth wide before latching onto his cock tip, the lips pressing firmly against his shaft as that tongue got to work milking him hard.

"Mmph...geez. I didn't expect him to be that good."

"I have no proof of this, but it's possible that he had other 'training' while he was still a bodyguard."

Chuckling at the dragon's suggestion, he smiled at the wolf. This guy was definitely going to be worth the purchase price for his mouth alone. His other pets were good, but this guy felt like he was trying to suck his cum out through a straw. The way that Lore paid attention to other things, like his knot growing, made him even more desirable.

Looking up as his cock throbbed, Kurama noticed that Jeremy was definitely enjoying the show. The Shepherd's cock was hard as a rock, and it twitched several times as the wolf bobbed up and down. Jeremy's eyes weren't on the kitsune's shaft, though. They were locked on the wolf's ass.

"Heh, want to join in, big guy?"

"If you don't mind, sir."

"Draconicon, is the wolf trained to take cocks dry?"

"Of course. That's one of the first things we train them on."

"Alright then, big guy. Slide on in."

The Shepherd threw him a salute before getting down on his knees. His hands grabbed hold of the wolf's hips and pulled back hard enough to drag Lore's mouth off of the kitsune's cock. It wasn't enough to make the wolf bite down - thank god - but it was enough to make him yelp. Kurama stifled it on his cock, dragging the wolf back down his shaft. He narrowed his eyes at the other canine.

"You'll want to be a little more careful. I don't want you damaging him, and I don't want to have my fun interrupted."

"Sorry about that, sir. It won't happen again."

"No. No, it won't."

He lifted his legs. He'd been planning to do this anyway, but after having his blowjob interrupted by the Shepherd's rough start, he wasn't going to wait until later. Wrapping his thighs around Lore's head, he brought his feet up into the air. Immediately Jeremy's eyes darted to them, staring at them with an intensity that was normally reserved for another guy's cock or ass.

"Heh, I saw in your file that you have a foot fetish. Is that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, I want you to show a little love to my feet, then. Lean forward, keep your face buried in them while you hump away at this little wolf." I want you to get used to the idea of being underfoot. You might be humping one of my pets, but you're my pup, he thought.

As expected, Jeremy didn't hesitate. Kurama hadn't had anything but reptilian snouts under his feet for a while, so the cold nose was a surprise. He got over it quickly as the dog started sniffing under his toes, darting to the places where the kitsune's scent was strongest.

While the Shepherd focused on his toes, the wolf continued to suck and lick along Kurama's shaft. His throat clenched around the tip of his cock as soft lips pressed against the base, his tongue constantly stroking and teasing. He smiled, reaching down and patting the wolf's head.

Despite his foot focus, it didn't take long for Jeremy to start thrusting. Each one pushed the wolf down hard between the Shepherd's and Kurama's cock, and the kitsune grinned. Each thrust was hard and fast, and it made the bobbing motions along his cock that much more powerful, that much more pleasurable.

"That's it. I know you love his ass. Keep on fucking it. I want to feel him groaning from it."

He doubted that Jeremy heard him. What attention that the Shepherd had to spare from the ass around his cock was dedicated to the feet in his face. Kurama had a few pets with a foot fetish, but he hadn't encountered this level of fixation before. His toes flexed as the Shepherd's nose darted between them, the air sucked past them leaving him with a ticklish feeling. Each sniff was harsh, almost desperate, and he couldn't help chuckling between his moans.

He looked over at the dragon. Draconicon was leaning back in his chair as much as Kurama was in his, stroking himself to the show. Despite the kitsune's grin, the dragon just shrugged, his eyes glued to the action.

"How many cameras are filming this?"

"More than you want to know."

No doubt. He turned back to the canines. They were the real show here, and he groaned as a hard thrust forced Lore's lips down to his knot. It throbbed against the wolf's mouth, and he swore that Lore was trying to swallow the damn thing like a tennis ball. He shuddered, his balls starting to pull up from the sensation.

He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or relieved when the Shepherd pulled back, pulling the wolf along with him. It kept his orgasm at bay, but it nearly tore Lore's head out of his grip. Tightening his legs around the wolf, he glared between his toes at the Shepherd. He curled them tightly, trapping Jeremy's nose underneath two of them.

Surprisingly, the gesture immediately froze Jeremy in place. Blinking, Kurama turned to the dragon, silently gesturing at the 'top' dog with a quizzical look. Draconicon shrugged, gesturing for him to go with it.

Turning back to the Shepherd, he slowly uncurled his toes. The more they relaxed, the more Jeremy seemed to come back to life. Slight twitches at his hips announced that the canine was getting ready to thrust, and Kurama tightened his toes. The twitches stopped. He curled and uncurled his toes several times, smirking as he watched the Shepherd's reactions.

"Heh, you really are a bit of a foot freak, aren't you? Well, this is going to be fun."

As much as he enjoyed the on-off button his toes had become, he still wanted to get off. Uncurling his toes, he let Jeremy get back to fucking Lore's ass. Once they were back at it, it didn't take long for the wolf to get him over the edge, particularly when his knot popped into the wolf's mouth. The sheer size of it going in had to be painful for Lore on some level, but the tightness and sheer pleasure it provided kept Kurama from caring. He growled, his toes fanning outwards as he came down the wolf's throat, holding Lore down despite his knot doing the job for him.

His orgasm went on and on, partly from Lore bobbing along his knot, partly from the way the wolf swallowed constantly around his cock tip, but it could only last for so long. Panting, he slumped in his chair, dropping his feet to the ground. He shook his head before looking at the dogs.

Lore was alright, if looking a bit stretched. The wolf blushed, seemingly having a hard time believing he'd just done that. The kitsune smiled and patted his head.

"You're a good boy. I'll have to have you do that again."

He glanced up at the Shepherd. Jeremy had a glazed look in his eyes, similar to what Lore's had been like, but he still looked focused. It was a little frustrating to see, but it added to officer's mystery. This sort of resistance wasn't common, and considering that Draconicon's employees regularly conditioned strong-willed people, he wondered what it would take to break this guy. Then again, he wondered if he really wanted to.

"So, are you going to buy them?"

Draconicon's question snapped him back to reality. Kurama nodded.

"Excellent. I'll get the paperwork started and send the total to the registers. Oh, and by the way, your anaconda twins should be released from their classes in about two minutes. Your otter is already waiting for you."

"What?!"

"You weren't watching a clock?"

"You were?!"

The dragon laughed as the kitsune grumbled. Kurama reached down and pressed his hands against the side of Lore's mouth, pushing at certain parts of the jaw to help it relax. Even with practice, it took almost a full minute to get his knot out of the wolf's mouth, and he continued grumbling as he pulled his pants and shoes back on.

"You are -"

"Dick, jerk, pain, asshole?"

"All of the above."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the show, anyway."

"Heh, yeah. Lore, Jeremy, follow me."

They jogged into the elevator with him, just beating the doors as he pressed the button. He justed hoped his pets weren't too put out at having to wait for him.

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He was at the tail end of the other masters picking up their pets, and had to fight his way through the mass of people leaving. It was made even more complicated by the fact that he was leading his new pets around with a rough 'leash', one tail wrapped around each canine's neck. Considering how big they were, it wasn't as easy as it looked. Grumbling under his breath as he squirmed between people, he eventually made it to the waiting area and smiled at the trio of pets waiting for him.

"Daniel, Reiner, Tobias; did you three have a good time over the last few weeks?"

The otter and anaconda twins smiled as they nodded, though he barely noticed as he looked their bodies over. The harness he'd put on them was still there, but he was looking for any additions. With each of the lessons he'd enrolled them in, one of them had always left with a 'gift'. One time it had been a nipple piercing, another time a prostate massager. Last time it had been a ball stretcher for Reiner.

Today, it was cock sheath on Daniel. It was bright blue and seemingly made of latex, complete with a metal cock ring at the base to hold it on. The otter blushed as Kurama looked at his equipment, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry, Master. It was free."

"Uh huh. And is this one an extender, or..."

"Well...it's kind of a chastity cage."

He blinked.

"Chastity cage. Are you kidding?"

"No, no, look."

Daniel pointed towards the base of the cage, and along the side, Kurama could just make out a little bump. The otter pressed it, sliding it counter-clockwise around the base of his cock, and the latex sheath opened up, transforming from a full cock sheath to a set of rings wrapped tightly around the otter's cock, connected by a pair of rods along the top and bottom. The head of his cock was still covered, but with the sheath opened like that, pre started drooling out along the underside.

"Clever, clever. It keeps you from cumming like that?"

The otter nodded. "It's too tight to let me cum, Master."

"Good. Good. I'll have to see if I can get more of those."

The four other pets looked at each other, some blushing, some wincing. None of them argued, however, which was good. Hooking his tails around the two snakes and his otter, the kitsune led them to the front of the store. He snagged a few of the latex sheaths on the way - no point in letting the opportunity go to waste - and got in line. The mouse in front of him was mid-way through purchasing a female chinchilla, and was out the door quickly enough. He stepped up to the front, smiling.

"I'll be buying this wolf and German Shepherd, as well as four of these sheath cage things."

"Alright, sir. Do you have a rewards card?"

"Better. I have an executive card."

The crocodile clerk looked up at the word 'executive', and smirked at the sight of the black card. He took it and scanned it.

"Ah, Mr. Kurama. Good to have you back again. I hope you were satisfied with your trip here today."

"More than satisfied."

"And would you like to exercise any of your executive privileges before you go?"

"No, I think I'm fine. Just give me the total."

"Alright. With the two pets and the toys..." Tap tap tap went the crocodile's fingers. "That'll be $562."

A little cheaper than he expected. The kitsune handed over six hundred dollar bills, looking up towards the ceiling. He couldn't see the glass floor from earlier, but he imagined that Draconicon might have given him a bit more of a discount than most people. It wouldn't have surprised him.

"Keep the change," he said as the crocodile tried to offer him the thirty-odd dollars that were left over. He gathered his pets together and walked them out to the parking lot. His car was going to be a bit more packed today, but he figured that the group wouldn't mind.

More opportunities for fun, after all.

The End