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The days had grown shorter as the long, languid Summer drifted into a dismally short Fall. The boys had made the most of the sunshine, but as the trees succumbed to the inevitable decay of time, the Mistress' boys had forsaken the warm stone of the courtyard and found themselves locked in the majestic confines of the compound.

Zain sighed as he moved through the regal hallways of the villa. The arterial corridors, which so often had awed the boy no matter how often he saw them, only served to remind the grey fox that today--like every other day--was to be spent in idleness. The red gilded tapestries, hung from the arching ceiling like common drapes, offered none of the intriguing possibilities of future hiding places as they once had; nor did the plush carpets promise a relaxing space for a tired henchboy to languish. There was only the boys' work, and the hope that She would soon arrive to relieve their boredom.

Today the only reprieve the young fox had been able to find was the siren call of the large pool hidden amongst the sprawling compound. Boys scampered past Zain, each intent on finding some sordid distraction to forget Her absence, but for the slim vulpine only the pool held his interest. Plush tail swaying, Zain could already smell the slightly acrid smell of the pool's chlorine somewhere nearby. The bay windows he passed shone with a cold autumn light, providing none of the warmth they would have during the summer months; for a second Zain relished the chill radiating from those windows, the fox perhaps sensing the impending winter and looking forward to the new activities the snow would offer.

Brushing a paw through his styled head-fur, sharp spikes of fur meshed into a faux hawk that hung somewhat limply at the tips to lend a touch of the foppish to the otherwise disinterested male, Zain perked somewhat at the sound of a splash. The boy wore only a pair of deep purple trunks, the brief-cut swimsuit leaving the fox's body otherwise laid bare to the boys he passed in the halls. Only the dim eyes of the maidboys attending to their duties refrained from following the fox's progress down the hall, several of his fellow henchboys slowing to admire the firm tone of the boy's swells--the swollen bulge of his sheath and balls no exception. Zain paid little attention to the stares, theirs weren't the eyes he desired to draw. Toying with the white drawstring of his swimsuit, Zain continued his absent-minded meandering.

The dull chatter which drifted through the hallways soon gave way to the more energetic atmosphere of the pool. The large domed room was made entirely of glass, each pane slotted into a triangular framework of thin steel girders. Colourful designs danced through the glass, the sunlight glinting through the stained panels to send drifting patches of orange light over the water. The pool itself was large, larger than even an Olympic pool and seemingly carved out of the ground itself. The shape gave the illusion of some natural formation, slats of shale rock providing a warm surface for the bare feet of the boys to travel across as they made their way into the pool, or out. Lounge chairs were arranged to allow boys plenty of room to sprawl in the ever-shimmering light filtering into the room; only on the stormiest of days did the dome fail to catch enough light to keep its occupants in some form of comfort.

"Zain!"

The cheerful call brought a smile to the increasingly chipper fox. With the luxurious homogeneity of the corridors behind him, Zain couldn't help but bask in the bustle of the pool. Kayrin sauntered from amidst the gaggle of boys who were busying themselves with fooling around in their downtime. Approaching the fox, the slightly shorter snow leopard couldn't help but make a point of admiring the view; Zain, for his part, couldn't help but tense his muscles, doing his best to make that view as appealing as possible. The two bodies met in a warm embrace. Kayrin's light red speedo was as ineffective at hiding the growing weight of his cock, as Zain's was.

"How're you doing, fox?" The soft whisper of affectionate small-talk drifted across Zain's ear like a warm summer breeze, the boy's fur bristling at the sensation. There was no shame in the explorations of each other's bodies, though they were careful not to excite the dormant lusts of the other too much.

"Oh, you know. The usual." The trite response was punctuated by a gentle nip of the cat's bristling whiskers; the playful grin which creased Zain's lips was all the answer the leopard really needed anyway. There, in the growing warmth of their mutual desires, the two boys hid from the emptiness which had been born from Her seclusion, and in the mingled scents of chlorine and musk, they found respite.

"There a party or something?" The fox looked over his friend's--and sometime rival--shoulder as he spoke. Behind the slit-eyed leopard a number of boys had congregated amongst the lounge chairs, the group clearly caught up in a moment of bravado that had all of the boys loudly trying to one-up another. The leopard looked back, following Zain's gaze as the murmur from the crowd finally erupted into coherence.

"Oh yeah? Well -I- took out Faa last time we played!"

"Who cares! I totally wiped you out that one time!"

"I could beat all of you with both paws behind my back!"

The shouts echoed in the dome, and it wasn't long until they'd melded back into a cacophony of messy bravado and unsubstantiated boasting; Zain could feel the itch that demanded he join in. Slipping past Kayrin, who relented and turned to follow his friend, the fox seemed ready to do just that until the authoritative call of a sleek otter broke through the din. The male had turned one of the lounge-chairs into a makeshift soapbox so he could look down at the squabbling henchboys.

"Hey! If y'er all so tough, then how about a game?"

A hush fell over the crowd, as though the mistress Herself had appeared to issue one of Her challenges to Her boys. She had been locked in Her room for weeks now, stating She had some new plan to fine-tune, and the boys were eager for any chance to resume their usual competitive pastimes in Her absence; the otter knew that, feeling the same himself, and basked in the attention his appeal to their mutual need provided him.

"I'll be the shark, you guys are the food", the boy stated bluntly. He watched the reactions of the assembled furs, the nervous shuffle of feet and the tingling excitement that he could only imagine was running down the spines of some of the boys. Zain was no exception, the mention of potentially being the otters pretend-dinner bringing a sense of morbid tension to the boy's thoughts. "You swim from one of the pool to the other, and when y'er doing that, I gotta catch ya. Once y'er caught, you're sharkfood and gotta help me." The rules seemed simple and a collective murmur ran through the crowd.

"You're on, Ket!" A call from the back drew no disagreement from the others. Ket allowed a smile to crack his muzzle; though he technically couldn't be the winner, since he was playing as the shark, the otter consoled himself with knowing that he would be the cause of many of the assembled boys to be eliminated. The role of spoiler suited the otter just fine. Chestnut fur glistening from an earlier swim, the otter slid off of the loungechair and moved towards the pool. Slipping between the milling boys who still thronged the lounge area, the otter's hips swayed slowly, highlight the curves of his pert rear and the sturdy tail which hung from his orange swimsuit. A pair of white-stripes down the hips of the brief-cut trunks only seemed to accentuate the alluring gait of the boy's methodical march to the water's edge.

Zain stepped back as the otter passed. Though the silver furred fox was relatively new to the Mistress' service, he knew the key players, and the chance to test himself against the otter was an opportunity the boy had no intention of missing.

"Come on." The fox grabbed for Kayrin's paw and dragged the cat along to the pool's edge. As they made their way through the slowly moving crowd, the fox couldn't help but marvel at the atmosphere that pervaded the sun-tinged air. A slick-scaled serpent, a purple-furred fox with a curiously glowing cock, a mustelid looking male with ram horns, these boys and more took their places on the edge of the pool.

"You know we aren't built for this, right?" The leopard's rumbling words came out sounding half-amused. His plush tail twitched to lay atop the fox's own; they would drag in the water, and Zain knew he would have to work harder than most of the other boys to find any success in this game. It was a risk he was willing to take, however.

"I know."

"Good. Me too."

As they stood in front of the lapping waters of the pool, it's sapphire surface matched only by the blue eyes of the fox and leopard, the boys stood poised with a rigidity that betrayed their individual nerves and the crushing anticipation of something so long missing from their lives. Ket swam like a bullet to the centre of the pool, his chestnut fur marred only by the tan fur of his belly and chest, as well as the dark brown tribal symbols which were his birthright.

"Alright, meat, you ready?"

The response was resounding, stiff dicked boys letting out all of their built up excitement in a raucous affirmative that had the otter smiling with feigned viciousness.

"Come on, then!"

And just like that, the game began.

Zain was almost taken aback by the sudden explosion of movement around him. The line-up of boys, most sporting thick tents in their small--or feminine--swimsuits shot from the edge of the pool like a barrage of cannonfire. Shouts of titillated amusement filled Zain's ears before he dove beneath the water and all became muffled. The bubbles which had been born from the boys entering the water obscured the fox's vision, and for a second he found himself unable to decide which direction to move in. The sub-aquatic environment made everything move in slow motion, and as the frothing bubbles finally gave way, the fox was stunned by the expansive sight of so many bodies moving frantically away from him. Kay had already taken off, the sight of his friend's bare footpaws kicking through the water finally prompting Zain to action.

Pushing forward, Zain was acutely aware of the added weight of his tail, the normally light appendage now like a brick being dragged behind him. The sleeker boys moved with an ease that the fox could only envy. Much like his tail, however, the fox was also intently aware that a number of the boys had begun to cut each other off; clearly whatever role skill and luck played in this game would be mitigated by the tenacity of the individual players. A mouse found this out as a black panther's paw curled around the boy's slim shaft. As the feline passed, he used the grip on his opponent's dick to give himself a little extra forward thrust. The mouse meanwhile was forced to slow his forward progress and push at the larger male's paws, bubbles rippling from the rodent's muzzle as a shout of surprise was devoured by the pressing water. A dozen little gropes and battles began to form amidst the wave of swimming boys, and Zain himself nearly found a lanky canine's paw around his purple-clad prick.

Ket was as aware of this sudden development as Zain, and he smirked as he ducked his head beneath the water. Boys were already passing him, but the otter took his time choosing a first target. With an uncharacteristically predatory grin, the otter surged towards a small clump of boys who had stalled in their journey to wrestle and push at one another. Spotting the hungry otter's approach, the clump broke, and all save for a smooth-skinned neko boy quickly hurried past the single-minded shark. The neko, his grey-furred ears twitching as he turned back towards the far end of the pool, let out a silent yelp as the otter's paws closed around his arm. Wearing a white tanktop with a contrasting green speedo, the neko struggled in the paws of his would-be predator with the feigned dismay of a boy who knew his time was up. Body jerking in slow spastic attempts to dislodge the otter's grip, the neko's wide brown eyes met Ket's even as the otter's powerful body curled itself into a clasping grip which held his would-be prey tightly.

Boys continued to pass even as the otter fought to subdue his first victim, all of them speeding by the struggle; better the neko than them, after all! The fight was over and both boys knew it, the neko's mouth opening in a rush of bubbles that sped to the surface even as the neko tried to follow them. Ket, having secured his grip, ground his body against his victim's. The water only helped to lubricate the meaningful strokes of the otter's paws as they sought out the best ways to make the captured neko squirm. The neko's cock had long since risen to its full length, the futility of his struggles only exciting the boy even more as he fought against the inevitable.

Spotting the tent in those green trunks, Ket's paw curled around it even as his other arm stretched over the neko's chest. In the span of mere seconds, the neko had gone from free-swimming player, to the otter's first meal. All that was missing now was for the otter to feast. Ket's mouth closed on his prey's neck, biting into it with a gentle firmness that seemed to qualify all of the feelings rushing through the neko's youthful frame. As if triggered by the bite alone, the neko's cock erupted in a thick mist of cum which speared right through his flimsy garment and filled the water in front of him with a lewd opaqueness. Eyes rolling back, the neko's limbs wriggled and thrashed as he emptied his balls into the inviting pressure of the water.

Zain passed the pair just as the neko gave in and came, the sight sending a palpitation through the fox's heart that would have caught his breath had he been able to breathe to begin with. As Ket released the devoured neko, the catboy simply hung suspended in the water, his cheeks aflame and his half-erect prick dribbling the last remnants of the impotent climax into the water. Zain was already gone, however, his powerful legs kicking as hard as they could to put some distance between himself and the otter before the hungry predator noticed another fish ripe to be plucked.

When Zain's head broke the surface of the water at the far end of the pool, he looked back as his lungs heaved with heavy gulps of air. Water trickled from his soggy fur as he lifted himself to the pool side. More fish were making their way to the safety of the pool deck, and as more and more boys rose to their feet, their attention turned towards trying to figure out who was missing. Playful jostling preceded catcalls from several of the boys, and the silver fox was no exception. Bumping his hip against Kayrin's, the fox dropped a quick wink to the soggy feline.

"Surprised you made it. You look tired, though."

Kay jabbed his tongue out but his retort was cut off by the re-appearance of the otter. The neko he had caught surfaced nearby, his ears wilted and that blush still budding in his cheeks. The jeers the half-breed had expected were not far behind, and he soon dunked his head back under to escape the playful teasing reserved for any boy who was unlucky enough to be eliminated from a game first. The pleased smiles and leering eyes soon hardened once more into the determined look of competitors eager to win.

"I'm waitin, fish!"

The boys once again dove into the water, and once again, Zain was no exception. Muscles still stinging from his first trek across the pool, the boy threw himself into this new peril with the desperate glee of the doomed. There was no confusion when he hit the water this time, the sea of foaming bubbles expected, and traversed with ease. The cluster of bodies soon spread out. This time, however, there were two predators in the water. His green trunks already tentless, the neko had joined the otter as a shark eager to catch more boys and share his flaccid fate.

Twisting to head away from a cluster of boys who Zain believed would draw the otter's attention, the fox nearly bumped right into the purple fox he had spotted earlier. The two bodies entwined in an unintended embrace, and as the purple stranger's luminescent dick dragged across Zain's back, the two foxes looked to each other almost expectantly. Then they separated and Zain was on his own once more, forced to slow down to avoid the pedaling feet of his momentary partner. Ahead, he could see Ket already darting through the water as though he were a harpoon and had been fired towards a frantic looking cheetah.

Ket knew he had secured his second meal before he'd even reached his intended target. The cheetah's green eyes were wide with a barely contained panic that only served to egg the domineering otter's assault. The neko had fared no worse, his arms clasped together against the chest of a familiar black panther. Pressed in against the larger feline's back, the neko managed only to slow the male down, but for now that was all he needed to do. White trunks thrust out, the panther thrashed and bucked against the boy who had caught him, but all he succeeded in doing was to show off the straining cock pressed out against his speedo. The full-nelson the neko had caught him in slowed the boy's progress to a snail's pace.

The cheetah's end came in a violent crash of bodies. The otter struck the slim boy's chest to chest, and throwing his arms around his prey the two swirled in the water in a tangle of naked limbs and gushing bubbles. The seeming violence of the cheetah's capture was muted by the slow motion beauty of it, the two tangled bodies seemingly dancing amidst the lightbeams which broke through the uneasy surface of the pool. As before, the otter secured his grip around his prey's body with the ease of a practiced water-wrestler, subduing the cheetah--whose grace on land showed no translation to the liquid environment he was caught in--and biting firmly down on his throat.

The cheetah's muzzle opened in a feigned deathcry sent bubbles tumbling away from the two dancers. Hidden by the otter's clutching body, the boy's cock erupted as the neko's had before him, and more cum mingled with the crystal waters of the pool-turned-feeding tank. His prey devoured, the otter used the cheetah's body as a springboard to push himself away from the defeated boy, the cheetah floating gently in the water as he rutted his hips helplessly. The panther's struggles had begun to weaken as well. Though he was larger than the neko, his position was simply untenable. The otter shot towards the pair and before the cheetah had even finished cumming, the otter was joining the neko to double-team the doomed panther.

With the neko restraining his prey's upper-body, the otter allowed himself the luxury of appreciating the swollen prick trapped in the panther's small trunks. Licking his lips, the mustelid yanked the front of the small briefs down and lay the heavy meat beneath bare. The panther had all but accepted his fate, and as the otter's lips closed around the feline's juicy prick, the cat rolled his hips. Zain had already long passed his former rivals, nearing the wall with each kick of his powerful legs. Still, the fox spared a glance backwards and marveled at the sight of the otter's head sliding along the larger male's impressive pole. A few boys had slowed to watch, though none dared to outright stop lest they share the feline's fate.

Toying with the prey for nearly fifteen seconds, the otter knew the feline would need air soon. Pushing upwards, the neko joined the otter in lifting their prey up to the surface of the water where they could finish their meal. As the relatively chilled air washed over them when they broke the pool's surface, the large cat found himself unable to hold out. Floating on his back with the neko at his head and Ket's head still buried between his thighs, the boy let out a water-choked howl of pleasure as his eyes clenched shut and the first musky bullet of cum fired down Ket's throat.

The boys standing on the pool's edge had a perfect view of the panther's elimination, a round of applause sputtering to life as Ket claimed another one of their opponents as his meal. Sinking back below the surface, the two sharks and their newly claimed prize disappeared from view just as Zain pulled himself up onto the pool's edge.

The game moved quickly from there. The rush of bodies lessened after each dash across the pool. Zain's muscles ached with a growing need for rest, but each rest period seemed to grow shorter than the last. Over a dozen boys had been claimed by the increasing flock of shark haunting the pool; Zain had nearly joined them several times. A sweeping paw sliding over his belly, or fingers gripping his tail as he passed a hungry shark, all of these little touches had excited the boy by no small measure, and his dripping cock had added its fair share of pre-cum to the stretched fabric of his briefs. The sights of his rivals dropping around him did little to assuage Zain's growing uneasy lust.

Each rush had its casualties, and each he had seen were seared into Zain's thoughts, as though an aphrodisiac-laced laser had burned them into his retinas. The purple fox had been the first boy Zain had recognized to fall. Seeking to escape three sharks chasing him, the fox had failed to notice a fourth coming in. All it had taken was a single paw grasping for the boy's speedo to throw the feminine vulpine off his stride. That the grasping fingers had partially yanked the boy's crimson swimsuit down his thighs had only aggravated the young fox's peril. Zain had left him behind to fend for himself, but as the round had drawn to a close, the purple fox had not appeared in the line-up of survivors. Zain was left to imagine the look on the boy's face as he'd blown his load like all of the captured boys before him, the shuddering of his body and the blush in his cheeks as he became a shark's creamy treat.

The ram-headed ferret had perished spectacularly as well. With one shark's arm around his neck, the boy had been forced face-up in the water, staring upwards at the shifting lights filtering into the pool so high above. His legs had been spread by a second shark and his balls had been assaulted by a relentless flurry of nuzzling nips and tender kisses. The pink tankini had done little to protect the boy from the tandem predators, and his cock had been left entirely helpless, jutting up like some monument to the assaulted preyboy, prideful even in its impending release. It was a bite to one of the boy's bare thigh which had finished him, the teeth of the shark inciting a chain-reaction of shuddering lust that culminated in a geyser of wispy cum spraying into the pool's water.

Kayrin was panting heavily this time as Zain's shaky arms lifted the fox out of the water. The leopard's Speedo had shifted during the last run, and though the boy didn't realize it, his rigid prick had left the legholes stretched slightly and his balls partially exposed. The survivors had grown sparse; the snake was still there, as were several other boys the fox didn't recognize, and of course Kayrin.

"You're gonna buy it this round for sure, Kay." The intent of Zain's teasing comment was weakened by his own panting breaths, but the two boys still found the strength to bump and jostle one another.

"I oughta throw you in right now, fox", said Kay, his face trying its best to adopt a serious looking glower.

"Just means you'd get eaten behind me, 'stead of in front" Zain shot back. Nearby, the snake--Zavis, Zain believed his name was--simply shook his head and grinned smugly.

When the latest round began, Zain found himself sluggish to start. Unlike previous rounds, the boy waited until most of the others had dived in before he went himself, hoping the sharks would pick their targets and be unable to finish them before the fox had passed. By the time he was in the water, the usual wash of bubbles had already disappeared. Most of the sharks--as Zain had hoped--had already begun to move, but a few eyed the boys who were entering the pool. The silver fox saw Kayrin not to far away already ducking around an attack from a limp dicked shark, his own achingly hard cock a startling contrast to the darkly stained but nearly flat front of his attacker's swimsuit.

Zain began to move in a straight line. There was a gap in the line of unoccupied sharks, and if he moved fast enough, he may just be able to slip through before they caught hold of him too tightly. The sharks scattered and Zain saw several of his fellow survivors already held tightly in the grasp of clusters of eagerly grinding sharks.

With the number of predators, it was easy for them to double, triple and in one case quad-team their desperate prey. The snake was through safely, but a black and white furred Klee Kai was fighting a losing battle against three sharks circling him. Two had caught his legs, and the third was licking over the boy's chest even as the dog's paws pushed at the hungry shark. Spotting Zain moving past, the canine reached out for help they both knew Zain would not provide; the dog was shark food, and even if Zain could help, he wouldn't have! Body twisting in the confines of the tight white one-piece swimsuit he wore, the husky-like canine's wide eyes bespoke of a trepidation that the throbbing erection caught in his swimsuit seemed to contradict. The Klee Kai's demise had widened the gap Zain had been heading for, and even as the freshly devoured boy finally gave in and came heavily into the water behind Zain, the fox snuck through the line!

The smug grin on Zain's lips faltered then faded as he felt a tug on his feet. Looking down the length of his own weary body, the fox was surprised to see Kayrin holding onto one of his legs. There was no chance to even gesture to the hitch-hiking leopard; behind the kicking feline, Zain saw a pair of sharks moving to snag the pair of them! Broad feet moving to try to push his friend away, Zain found himself caught fast! Blue eyes darting between Kay, and the hungry sharks who were only a few breast-strokes away, realization dawned on the fox. Arms thrashing in the water, Zain shook his head in a distraught panic that had bubbles of laughter burbling from Kayrin's lips.

As the sharks reached out to grab onto the snow leopard, the feline made his move. Kicking forward, the boy used his grip on Zain's legs to help propel himself forward, yanking back on the fox in a twist of momentum that had the cat skimming out of reach of the grasping sharks even as he placed Zain directly in their path! Expecting to feel the downy pelt of the plush leopard, the two sharks were astounded to find themselves tangled up with a silver fox instead. Still, a meal was a meal, and much to Zain's dismay the two sharks clasped him as diligently as they'd intended to ensnare the leopard. Kay was off like a shot, and using the gap that Zain had been aiming for, made it past the last of the sharks with a finesse born from the intense degree of smugness burning in the boy's brain.

Left behind, Zain marveled at the sudden turn in his fortunes. The shock of his situation dimmed the realization that he was as good as shark-food and even the paws closing around his body were as hazy as the cum-laced water in front of a nearby victim, as he too succumbed. The fox was both horrified and thrilled by the lack of fight he realized he still possessed. His slim body had been stretched out by the gripping paws of the sharks, and as one bound his arms, the other kissed passionately over the silver fox's taut belly. Straining his hips upwards, Zain was self-destructively delighted by the sensation of his cock brushing over the throat of his would-be predator. Bubbles pouring from between his lips, the fox quickly became another writhing body amidst the already roiling waters of the pool; it was a feeding frenzy this round, and a blush crept into Zain's cheeks as he found himself a victim of it!

More sharks circled the boy, a third joining the first two in toying with his defenseless body. A fourth nibbled playfully along the fox's tail, and the young vulpine could barely contain the need to release. His cock was a steel rod, a heated pillar of flesh and desperate virility that surged amidst the swarming predators who had come to devour him. Expecting the bites that he knew he wouldn't be able to resist, the fox was caught unawares by a kiss from an unseen assailant. His eyes clenched shut, the vulpine felt warm breath being forced into his lungs as a pair of lips sealed tightly against his own. Heart pounding heavier than the bass at a nightclub, Zain found himself submitting to those lips; his muzzle pressed up into them, he was caught, he knew it, they knew it, and he intended to enjoy the experience.

The bites didn't come all at once, but rather they followed each other. One on his thigh, another to his ribs, a third to his leg and at least one to the bottom of his feet, the fox's body thrashed. They were little more than a signal, the bites a final act of dominance over a defeated body. Whatever weight they held was enough to send the fox's hips up in a primal arch which showcased his prick in a lurid display of defiance in the face of inevitability. When the boy came, it was like a rocket had been launched! The pressure in his loins released as a heavy knot of tense muscles finally unwove themselves and allowed the rich cum which followed to spray out in a majestic display of wasted potency. Thick strings of ropey cream dissipated in the water, squirting through his purple speedo with surprising force. The grip on his body didn't relent even as the fox found himself eliminated from the contest, the survivors long since reaching the wall and the sharks intending to enjoy their prey for a few seconds longer!

By the time the orgasm had faded, the fox was thankful for the lips on his own. His air would not have held out through the orgasm, and even now he could feel the burn in his lungs from his prolonged submersion in the water. Tongue lolling as water flooded his muzzle, the fox finally cracked his bleary eyes and found the large brown eyes of an otter--Ket--staring down at him. With a wink, the otter released the fox and swam off, leaving Zain floating limply in the water. The other sharks followed suit and as his muscles slowly lost the feeling of electrical debility which numbed them, Zain swam to the surface.

On the edge of the pool, Kayrin stood alone with the snake, the only two survivors of the latest cull. When the leopard spotted Zain, the two exchanged a look and Zain found it hard to maintain the icy glare he'd allowed to creep into his features; the broad smile and knowing wink of the leopard was enough to get the vulpine blushing and the whole facade fell apart. Any words which might have had to be shared could be saved for later, and would have to be. The doors nearby opened and as though an alarm had sounded, everyone in the room stopped to look.

She entered with all the grace of a goddess, though to Her boys this comparison was a tawdry and understated thing. Alabaster skin covered only by a sheer blue one-piece swimsuit, the Mistress strolled along the pool's edge. Her mouth was tugged up in a smile, and as she spotted Her boys so nicely clustered about the pool, She paused.

"Well now, boys. What's going on here?" A hand lifted, Her chin resting on it as She looked over Her loyal henchboys. The shock of seeing Her after such an absence was enough to draw silence from even the most adoring of Her boys. She of course knew exactly what was going on, the soft whirr of the cameras which overlooked the pool easily missed amidst the splashing and cries of enjoyment that so often filled the dome. The smile that cracked Her lips at Her boys' silence followed Her all the way to Kayrin and Zavis as She moved to stand between the two boys.

"All of you, dismissed."

The off-handed, yet stern, remark was accompanied by a simple flick of the mistress' wrist. Her hand said everything that the boys needed to hear, ears wilting and faces reddening. Zain was no exception, the boy biting his lip sheepishly as he stared adoringly at his mistress. There was no defying the order, however, and the shark-boys swam to the edge of the pool and lifted themselves out. Most looked back, but Her attention had left them entirely; only Kayrin and Zavis enjoyed the orange creamsicle gaze of Her captivating eyes, and both looked to Her with the pride and relief of a hard job finished well.

As Zain trudged from the room, his purple briefs stained with the remnants of his seed, he could hear the soft cooing of the Mistress' affectionate praise for Her two daily champions. Stomach roiling with jealousy, Zain stepped out into the hall with the other losers, a smile parting his lips despite the conflicting emotions raging through his nubile body; She had returned, and next time he would be Hers!

Behind him, the door closed.