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Vish and Pavlor spent the remainder of the hour playing a game that Pavlor was really good at. The game was from his planet and involved a simple goal; you had to maneuver a sheep through a series of mazes to get him out of the farm and back into the wild. Vish was doing well, but Pavlor was way ahead of him in the competition mode.

But now they were on the elevator, heading back to Sharven's office. They walked in through the doors to find him just finishing up the last of his paperwork, including a long form that had the heading, "Pet Accompaniment Consent Form." Vish sat Pavlor down in the chair and waited quietly for Sharven's attention.

It took a few minutes before he looked up from his papers, smiling and staring right at Pavlor. "Paperwork is always a pain in the ass around here. Forty million forms for one voyage, they sure do love their bureaucracy. You've not hyper-jumped while awake, so I need to inform you of what it will be like before we board the ship. Its quite safe, we do it all the time, but the feeling takes a bit of getting used to. Once we are on the ship we cannot disembark because of the strict control on the amount of molecular mass that we can have during a jump. We have to be within two billion atoms; otherwise we can end up overshooting or undershooting our destination."

Pavlor nodded as he listened, wondering exactly what it would be like up there, traveling through space and jumping from one galaxy to another. He wouldn't miss this for anything.

Sharven continued, "We have to take a sky elevator up to the station, then go through a screening for the jump calculations. It takes about half an hour for this, and then we get on the ship and wait for the jump signal from control. The initial jump feels like you're being squeezed inside a rubber tube, then a feeling of centrifugal force. It's not that bad, but the first time can make you loose your lunch. You will be required to stay with me at all times, since we are going back to your planet for a few more pickups, then four jumps to other planets and then back here. So if you want, we can pick up some of your stuff back at your home, but you can't go back. Understand?"

Pavlor nodded. He wasn't concerned about wanting to go back, he felt more at home here than he ever did back in his old life.

"Good." Sharven stood up, walking over and taking the lead from Vish's hand. "We'll be back in twelve hours. Make sure you have that report done for me, I'll need it tomorrow for the debriefing."

"Yes sir," Vish said, and walked out the door.

Sharven turned to Pavlor, "Ready?"

Pavlor's muzzle was now suddenly dry. His heart was thumping rapidly in his chest like it had just been jump-started. His mind was racing with excitement and nervousness. He opened his muzzle to speak, but found that he had no moisture in his mouth to articulate his words well.

Sharven already had turned to his desk and grabbed a bottle of pink water, holding it for his pet to take. Pavlor took it, sucked on the end and swallowed the fruity-sweet liquid. It was like his salivary glands had just gotten a jump-start as well. "Thanks Sharven. I'm ready."

"Good." Sharven then placed the muzzle on his pet, and led him from the room.

They walked down the corridor and around a corner to an odd looking glass door. It had no seam on it to indicate it was anything other than a single sheet of glass. Behind the glass were a dozen or so seats, each one with a chest and leg harness assembly.

As they walked to it, the whole glass partition slid down into the ground, allowing them into the square room. Sharven sat his pet down, strapping the canine into the seat before taking one next to him and securing the straps around himself. Then they sat and waited.

Fifteen or so minutes later, a group of Orcas entered the room, each taking very little notice of the two occupants. They sat down at seats and strapped themselves in before they eased up on the volume of their conversation.

"I told him that I think the correlation between remittance and inception could be simplified if he just took into account the atomic distortion factor using Reley's theorem rather than Zephyr's equation."

"The only problem with that is the possibility of a singularity distortion.

The last thing you want is to create an unchecked black-hole in orbit around this planet."

"But the Zephyr buffer can handle that easily."

"But then you need to use Zephyr's equation," someone else said, the tone of his voice sounding as if he has heard this one too many times. "Leave the space jockeying to the pilots, Triston, this is the safest way to do it. Besides, I'm sure Sharven doesn't want to hear all about Zephyr's equation."

Pavlor looked from Triston to Sharven and back. It appeared that Triston had not noticed who was already sitting in the room, and Sharven was trying to keep a smirk from invading his facial features.

"Oh, Commander," Triston said with an ever decreasing volume, like he was just caught with his hands in the cookie jar. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't see you... I mean... I didn't mean to..."

"...try and debate the correct usage of Zephyr's equation," Sharven finished. Triston seemed to go all pink where his skin was white. "We were all young once, with dreams and aspirations of getting our names into history. Just remember what happened to Fexlander when he thought he could control the expansion of a singularity."

Pavlor tilted his head slightly out of curiosity. He didn't even know he had done it until Sharven's attention was drawn to him. The big orca smiled at him, "Fexlander tried to make a black hole and control it. Good thing he did that in an uninhabited solar system. Poor guy took himself and all the planets with him, but made for a spectacular show."

"Is that your pet," one of the others suddenly asked. "The one you bid on last week?"

"Yes, he is," Sharven said without turning his gaze from Pavlor. "His name is Pavlor, and we're going to be jumping to his planet." Then Sharven turned his gaze to the others. "We'll be picking up some of his stuff, so I want you all to be extra careful with the cloak. We don't need another X-Z-44 on our hands."

"Yes sir," all of them chimed in together, as if a cue card had been flashed at them.

"Jax, if you would be so kind," Sharven said.

"Of course sir," one of them replied and then spoke, "Skycab, authorization code L-P-Y-2-2-2-4-T."

The glass wall slid up without a noise and closed. A small vibration began to tickle Pavlor's body.

"Oh, damn," Sharven said, his eyes going wide and turning to Pavlor. "I forgot you hate heights! Close ..." was all he could get out before the entire room began to rise up quickly. The gravitational forces got fairly strong, pushing Pavlor and everyone else into the soft cushions of their seats. Pavlor looked up to see the glass ceiling quickly approaching a well-lit square. It was growing larger and Pavlor was struck by a sickening realization, they were on some sort of elevator!

Before the words "your eyes" left Sharven's mouth, they had already lifted up past the top of the building and were being hoisted upwards along four cables. Pavlor looked around to see the city he had been in just a few hours before around him, as every wall was made of glass. Thankfully the floor was solid and not transparent, but that didn't help Pavlor's stomach any.

The canine went as pale as any furred creature could go, and his vision swam in a mixture of color and black and white frames. Red prickly dots swam into his vision as his muscles became weak. The sounds around him were distant, like they were down the hall, words blurred into unrecognizable mutterings.

The next thing Pavlor knew he was leaning over a bucket and throwing up the chips he had eaten earlier. A hand was on his neck, holding him over the bucket and keeping him steady. He was thankful for that, for had the hand not been holding him, he would have dived head first into the bucket.

Slowly he felt himself come back to reality. He was leaning back in his chair while the entire group of orca's were standing around him with looks of extreme concern on their faces.

The words of Sharven slowly came into focus, "... you hear me Pavlor? Can you hear me? Its OK, we're at the station. Are you all right? Pavlor, can you hear me?"

Pavlor nodded his head slowly, his eyes focusing on Sharven's. He felt very sick, and was sure that his body was shaking.

"You're OK. I'm sorry, I completely forgot about your fear of heights. We're docked in the station now. Can you stand up?"

"No," was Pavlors weak reply. He could feel himself sitting there against the cushions, his body feeling light and airy from weakness. Or was it something else? He blinked and watched a few of the others leaving the room, and they seemed to be bouncing slightly as they walked. Sharven's hands helped him up off the chair, lifting him with surprising ease and cradling the canine in his arms.

"We're OK, I'm going to take you to the ship." Sharven turned to the other orca and said, "Triston, run ahead and get the screening room ready for us. I want him back into normal gravity soon so he doesn't throw up again."

"Yes sir!" Triston was bounding off, making almost obscene leaps as he raced down the corridor.

Pavlor felt himself moving as Sharven carried him slowly. Without thinking he turned his head to look around, but was met by a large hand as it pushed his head back up. "Don't look around," Sharven said, "Just relax. We'll be back in normal gravity soon." Sharven's tone was full of self-loathing. When Pavlor had time to think about it later, he would realize just how much his owner was concerned about him, but now he had no extra mental capacities aside from keeping himself conscious.

They walked down corridors and though a wide doorway. Pavlor felt his body being laid down on a soft, cottony surface. Sharven was standing over him, looking down. "It's going to take about half an hour to fully scan you. So just relax. Sometimes it tickles a little, but if you feel like you will be sick again, just squeeze this."

Sharven pushed a small beanbag into his hand. "This will alert the technician and he'll stop the scan, but it will have to be reset and take more time. Just relax, OK my love?"

Pavlor's eyes blinked. Something about the tone and the words from the orca seemed to pull him back into the bonds of reality some. The canine thought, 'Did he just call me, my love?'

A hand gently rubbed Pavlor's forehead and the soft mattress slid into a wide tube. A door closed and left him staring up at a square plate just beyond the glass tube. An orca with a headset was there; he was smiling and staring back.

A voice came over the intercom; the glass barrier between the speakers and where Pavlor was laying muted it. "You all right in there?"

Pavlor nodded weakly. He felt a little better, lying down.

"Good. The scan is going to tickle a little, but it wont be uncomfortable. There will be a green light moving from the bottom to the top. Its safe, so don't worry about looking into it. I'll be here if you need to talk, OK?"

Pavlor nodded again, he was feeling better as he lay there.

"OK, it's going to tickle your feet a little." The tube was bathed in a light green color. Then it felt like his feet were being brushed over with warm feathers. He looked down to see the curtain of green light washing over his feet like a sheet of water, except this wasn't being interrupted by his body. It just washed through his feet and out the other side in a rippling pattern. After the feeling of being in the elevator, this wasn't going to be a problem for him.

Pavlor looked back at the screen above him and smiled. The orca smiled more and said, "See, not so bad huh? It's going to make you see some little sparks in your vision when it gets to your eyes. Don't worry, it's not unpleasant, more like your own personal fireworks show."

The orca continued to talk to Pavlor, asking him some personal questions, like where he was from, how he was enjoying his new home, and other such things. The distraction worked quite well, for before he even noticed, the orca told him to close his eyes. The shower of green light was just reaching his chin, warming and brushing against his fur like a warm breeze. As he closed his eyes, he began to see little color-bursts of orange, red, yellow and blue before him. It did indeed seem like his own personal fireworks display. The colors became more intense until his vision was filled with a wonderful display of multi-colored sparks.

And then the show had stopped. Pavlor opened his eyes to see the orca smiling back at him. "All done, did you enjoy your little show?"

"Yes, I did," Pavlor said. "That was... really pretty."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You look much better now too. I'm going to open the door and you'll be brought into the waiting room in the ship. Sharven is already done and waiting for you there."

The image went blank and the door near Pavlor's feet slid down. The padded table slid out gently to where Sharven was waiting with the muzzle and leash. The orca helped him up to his feet, slipping the muzzle on him and latching it into place. The strong, familiar hand slipped up and rubbed at the top of Pavlor's head, rubbing his fur and making the canine feel more content. "Shall we head to the bridge now? Just remember, no talking and sit right where I put you until I say otherwise, OK pet?"

Pavlor nodded and was then escorted out of the room. They walked down long, curved hallways, passing doors along the way. A very small portion of the doors was open, but they were walking too fast for Pavlor to get anything more than a quick glance inside them.

They finally reached a large door that was inset into the wall. The doors slid up, revealing a large room that had a floor that slanted down to the edge of the ship. Where the floor ended, a huge window began, covering the entire span of the front of the room. It was easily twenty feet high and curved over the room as it went up. The ceiling was unremarkable except for a few lights helping to illuminate the room. The door they had just passed through was in the center of the back wall of the room. There was a large raised platform with a railing around it, and inside it were three chairs, the center of the three larger that the other two. More chairs with lighted displays went in a semi-circle between the raised platform and the window.

The window shown out over the planet that they had just left, the curvature of the horizon was glowing brightly before them and was framed by the blackness of space and the innumerable stars. Despite Pavlor's fear of heights, he felt very comfortable at the moment.

As soon as the two entered, one of the uniformed orca's stood up and said, "Commander on the bridge!"

Almost everyone who was there and working at displays stood up to turn and face them, while a select few still seemed to be busy working on their stations. They just stood, looking at Sharven until he said, "To your posts," at which they returned to working.

Pavlor was led onto the platform and motioned to sit down on the chair to the left of the larger one. The lead was clipped to a small eyebolt in the armrest to keep him there. Sharven began to walk to each station, asking for status reports or other information, most of which was out of earshot of the canine.

Pavlor looked around, trying to amuse himself with all the wondrous technology around him. He watched as one orca was busily punching different icons, watching the screen shifting, moving, growing and shrinking as each new display showed itself.

Before long Sharven was back, sitting down in the center chair and began to read over a clipboard with over a dozen sheets of paper. Pavlor remained quiet, remembering what Sharven had told him. No one seemed to even look at him as he sat there beside his owner.

Time slipped forward, a few more entering the bridge to take their seats at the controls. When each seat had finally been filled, the large window before them blinked and a large display became visible. It drew numerous lines, making patterns that Pavlor couldn't quite recognize, until they grew into the shapes of galaxies and travel lines between them. There appeared to be five stops, moving around in a circle to connect back up with the first one.

"Commander," someone said, "all crew have reached their stations, preparations are completed and engines are online. Jump-sling is charged and ready, awaiting your order sir."

Sharven responded, "Alert all stations, jump sequence commencing in 5 minutes."

"Yes sir," was the reply.

An announcement came over the intercom system, the voice sounding only slightly computer generated. "Attention all crew, attention all crew. Jump sequence has begun, 5 minutes until sling launch. Repeat, 5 minutes until sling launch."

Pavlor thoughts raced, he so wished he could ask questions, but the muzzle was preventing him from doing so. Even if he could, he was instructed not to do anything at all until he was spoken to again. Still, questions of what a 'jump sling' was and how they were going to use it slipped into his mind.

As if to answer, the display changed to show the profile of a ship with a blue-green planet below them and an odd looking U shaped contraption almost three times larger than the ship was just in front of it. Pavlor assumed the ship was the same one he was on, and the sling, as it was, would be too close to be displayed on the ships view.

Then a gentle, rolling vibration began, followed by an announcement. "Four minutes to sling launch, repeat, four minutes to sling launch. All personnel please make sure you are properly harnessed."

Sharven stood up, turning to stand in front of Pavlor and pulled off his muzzle. He gripped the harness that was behind the chair and slipped it over his pet, fastening it over his chest much like the one in the elevator. He still didn't speak, as Sharven did not catch his gaze once. Sharven then sat down, strapping himself in.

Again the announcement came on, "Three minutes until sling launch. Sling power at full capacity."

The display began to waver slightly; the U shaped device began to emit a blue glow. The area just on the other side of the ship became distorted, like someone was pinching and pulling space apart. The distortion grew until it had almost swallowed the entire area past the device.

"Two minutes until jump. Repeat, two minutes until jump. All safety procedures showing full go."

Pavlor began to feel slightly dizzy now. Like someone was trying to pull him forward out of his chair, and the front of the ship seemed to pull away from him. He shook his head to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but the ships front began to slowly pull further and further away.

Sharven leaned over to Pavlor, "That's normal. Don't worry, things are going perfectly."

The voice announced, "One minute until jump."

Pavlor was suddenly struck with vertigo. His hands clamped down on the armrests and he pushed himself backwards to try and alleviate the sensation.

"Thirty seconds until jump. Gate opening."

The screen flickered and showed the angle it had before, but now it looked as if a blue whirlpool had been opened before him, spinning simultaneously in both directions. Pavlor's heart was racing in his chest; it felt like this thing was going to swallow him whole. The ship began to vibrate unpleasantly, and the voice began to count down.

"Ten. Nine. Eight."

The ship gave an unsteady lurch forward and then stopped suddenly, like they had hit a brick wall. The front of the room was now twice as long as it had been a few minutes earlier, some of the people sitting in the chairs looked unaffected by it, aside from being further away and slightly stretched.

"Seven. Six."

Again the ship lurched forward, and something seemed to grind against the hull.

"Five. Four."

The sensation of falling forward became more intense.

"Three."

The front of the ship seemed to twist in a clockwise direction.

"Two."

The ship was definitely shuddering, and the ship was twisted almost one quarter of a turn.

"One."

The whirlpool suddenly flashed, growing twice as strong, as did the sensation of falling.

"Zero."

Pavlor felt himself being squeezed and falling forward, despite the harness holding him in place. He watched as the ship twisted and spun before him, pulling away and then snapping back to normal as the blue tube they were in shimmered and twisted. Reality soon came back to the ship, despite the tunnel they were now zooming through.

"Something else, isn't it," Sharven's voice wavered into Pavlors ears.

Pavlor turned his head and almost felt like he was going to pass out. The universe seemed to right itself again. Pavlor nodded, not trusting himself enough to open his muzzle to speak.

Sharven pointed forward at the display, and Pavlor turned to look. The tube was now curving, and the ship was being buffeted inside the tube. He watched as the angle twisted, grew stronger, straightened out and twisted again. It felt like being in a water slide as it went around corners, except it was a bit more rough and bouncy.

The tube grew bigger and an electric blue wall of light was racing towards them. The squeezing sensation came again as they passed through the exit. They were shunted out into normal space with the sensation of hitting a wall made out of rubber. Pavlor shook his head, and things felt normal again.

They were now sitting in space; another planet was before them and just close enough that Pavlor could make out the white swirling clouds and blue oceans. Two moons were visible as well, one close and one far.

"Welcome home," Sharven said. "We'll be scanning for suitable pets now, but we can send someone to get stuff from your house. Only a few things though, we are limited on the space we can carry."

Pavlor nodded.

"Thallen," Sharven said, "Bring up the grid display I told you about earlier."

"Yes sir," came the reply, and the screen flickered to show an aerial view of Pavlor's house.

Pavlor then helped guide the view around to show what he wanted taken, mainly his computer, games and a couple of other artifacts and clothing. A few of them he was a bit embarrassed to ask for at first, those being some of his more personal toys. Once they were done, Sharven took Pavlor off the bridge and down to the retrieval area. Sharven was explaining how the procedures worked as they walked.

"After we find someone suitable, we pick them up and place them in the ferute's holding tank. This is a special creature, much like the ones we use to procreate, except this one only checks to make sure that it can use the genetic structure before we take someone. We can also gauge a prospective pets reaction to it, and if they don't show any signs of being amicable to it, we put them back.

"It's rare that our scans pick up on someone who wouldn't be suitable to their new life, but it does happen. We're heading to the holding lobby, where we can watch and see what happens to someone taken. Maybe you'd like a go in the holding tank again after?"

Pavlor swallowed hard, he was indeed quite excited about seeing this creature yet again, and though he had quite a time a few hours ago, he felt ready and needy all the same. He looked up at Sharven with his ears folded back embarrassedly.

"Oh, come now. Don't you get it yet? Sex is more or less acceptable no matter where we go. You'll need to stop being so shy about it."

Pavlor showed a weak smile to his owner. "I would like that," he said, adding, "to be with a creature like that again. But more so, I really would like to be with you again."

Sharven put his arm around his pet's shoulders, walking with him held close. "Tonight, when we get back to the house, I promise. OK?" Pavlor nodded, pushing his head against the rubber uniform.

They came to a door that slid open to a room with four seats and corresponding control panels facing a large window. Beyond the window were two rooms, one on the left and right. The room on the left had the ferute Sharven was talking about, and the other room was currently empty. All four chairs were taken up by crewmembers, two of who stood up as they entered.

Pavlor sat down in one while Sharven took the other. One of the crew still sitting said, "Commander, we have two possible targets and both are in secluded areas that we can easily access. We'll be picking up the first in a few minutes."

"Good. And when we're done with those two, how about giving my pet a little tentacle time in there?"

"That can be arranged sir. Might I say what a fine pet you have as well, I remember you bidding on him. Must have really caught your attention."

Pavlor turned away a little, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Worth it too. He's a real sweetheart." Sharven's hand came up and stroked Pavlor's ears. The touch sent an immediate shockwave through his body, causing his temperature to rise slightly and the feeling of need to soak into his skin. Pavlor thought that what he was feeling wasn't noticeable, until Sharven spoke again.

"Ah, there we go. He's hitting the peak of his conditioning. Good thing we have the ferute, otherwise he'd wear me out completely."

Pavlor turned his head to look at his owner. The canine's muzzle was open, panting softly as the swelling shaft was pressing against the leathery pouch. Everyone was looking at him, and his shyness seemed to melt away as the sudden rush of need was oozing through his consciousness.

"He might not last unless we distract him a little. Any of you fine gentlemen care to feel what the inside of my pet's mouth feels like?" Sharven's hand was pushing the chair that the canine was in around until he was facing away from the window. "That is, if my pet feels like he wants to drink down some cum. Do you, Pavlor?"

There was no thinking about the response Pavlor gave; it was out of his lips before anyone could blink. "Yes, please!" he blurted out, his muzzle salivating at the thought of having something warm and thick to suck on.

"Well then, men, feel free to keep my pet distracted."

One of the crew that was standing in his rubber uniform moved closer, looking down at the canine in heat. Pavlor watched as the orca slipped his hand into the waist of his rubber pants and unfolded it to reveal his warm slit. The whitish skin had become tinged with pink as the pointed end of his dick was slowly pressing out. Pavlor leaned in, taking in that warm musky scent and became intoxicated by it.

A hand held the side of his face while the orca's dick slid against his lips. Pavlor opened his muzzle and quickly took the entirety of the exposed length into his mouth. He sucked down on it firmly, pulling more of it from the slit and eliciting a strong groan of appreciation from its owner.

"Ah, wow," the orca said, "Now THAT is a muzzle!"

Pavlor put his hands up to rub at the orca's hips, sucking and sliding his muzzle along the length. He was taking extra care to drink down every ounce of flavor the stiff shaft had to offer.

"That's my pet," Sharven said, praising the canine.

Pavlor worked his muzzle and tongue to slide back and forth along the skin, teasing and swiping it back and forth. A second hand gripped his head, and Pavlor felt the orca's body tense and shudder.

"Oh damn!" The orca gripped the canine's ears firmly, holding him steady as a thick volley of cum was ejaculated. Pavlor swallowed hard, the warmth and glow of the fluid keeping his throat warm as he drank it. He remained still, taking every drop that was given until the hands holding his ears loosened up and stroked his head. "Wow, I'm jealous Sharven. I need to get me a canine when I can afford one." The orca pulled his dick from Pavlor's muzzle, the pink length slipping out of the canine's muzzle reluctantly and hiding itself back inside the slit.

"Sir, we have one in the tank."

"Good," Sharven responded, "Pavlor, want to watch what goes on while you drink down some more cum?" His voice was tinged with arousal, and it made Pavlor all the more needy.

"Yes, please," Pavlor said between swallowing the last of the fluid still in his muzzle.

The next crewmember moved up, pulling the chair around so Pavlor could see the window and take another dick into his muzzle. This orca seemed to have a much thicker length, which was already out and throbbing in the air. Pavlor pulled this into his muzzle with a swift slurp while he watched through the window.

The canine inside the room was just starting to wake up and looked around the bland room with confusion. His markings resembled a rottweiler's right down to his stubby tail.

Pavlor began to work the thick shaft in his muzzle while keeping an eye on the scene. Just watching it thrilled his senses more that anything else had ever. His paws gripped the legs of the orca he was currently servicing and he began to swallow around the tip that was poking the back of his throat.

The rottweiler was standing on uneasy legs as the partition slid away. He stared at the ferute, its black shell and numerous tentacles lifting up to move closer to the now accessible room. The canine trapped inside stared, and then pushed himself back against the wall in fear. The beast moved inside, bringing out its two eyestalks to look at the rottweiler.

The canine took to his heel and ran to one side, and the ferute revealed its soft underside and numerous tentacles. They slipped out with lightning speed, grappling the canine and holding him steady, then laying him down on the floor spread-eagle and prone.

Pavlor started to suck on the shaft firmly inside his muzzle, bringing the second orca to a loud, grunting orgasm. He swallowed down the semen, again feeling that wonderful warming sensation as it slid down his throat and into his belly. He looked up a moment later into the deep brown eyes of the orca, who was firmly and appreciatively rubbing the top of his head. "Thanks little guy," he said, pulling back and sliding himself from Pavlor's muzzle.

Pavlor was still needy, and he had no problems with the taking of the third dick into his muzzle. That unique tangy musk was something Pavlor would never grow bored of. He swallowed it down, his ears not really registering the deep and chittering groan of pleasure he was giving the orca, he was much more intrigued by the scene behind the glass to notice how well he was doing his job.

The rottweiler was now whimpering and pulling against the tentacles holding him down and prone. He also seemed to be growling and baring his teeth, snapping at any tentacle that came even remotely close to his face. A well-timed and agile tentacle slipped around his muzzle quickly, locking his jaws closed and keeping him from his attempts to get free.

Now with its victim properly restrained, two specialized feelers came out, one hollowed and one with a blunt-tipped end. The canine saw these, and panicked slightly, pulling and tugging with all his might but wasn't able to free himself.

The blunted tentacle slipped under his tail, and the canine's eyes went wide. Just as Pavlor was given a perfect view of that slimy appendage slipping up into the rottie's tail, he felt the orca filling his muzzle with cum. For a few seconds, Pavlor concentrated fully on swallowing down his third load of spunk from the orca. He closed his lips firmly as far down the shaft as he could and sucked every drop that was given to him. Then that too was pulled from his muzzle and he was given a fourth shaft to service.

Inside the room, the rottie's tail was now fully crammed with tentacle,and his dick was now unsheathed and knotted. Pavlor watched as the hollow feeder slipped down the moist canine length and fastened tight over his knot. The dog tensed and balled his fists while he was being fucked and worked over. Pavlor could see the other canine's dick pulsing inside the tight feeder tentacle, the length undulating as it was being stroked and teased by the warm grip that surrounded it.

Pavlor's attentions were brought to the cock that was being suckled in his mouth. He looked up to see the orca staring down with a smile; his blue eyes unblinking while Pavlor's muzzle worked its magic.

He swallowed down around the shaft, feeling it tensing up as he did so. The length firmed up more and began expelling its thick juices into his muzzle. He drank them down as he did the other three, and whimpered slightly as it was pulled reluctantly from his mouth.

Pavlor turned back just in time to watch the rottie hunching up against the tentacle, feeding it his watery fluid. Pavlor stared at him, remembering his first time in there and not even realizing that he had made a very large puddle on the floor from his pre-seminal fluids. Instead he just stared, feeling anxious about getting himself into that room.

Minutes went by as the rottie finished his orgasm, taking not quite as long as Pavlor usually did, but much longer than anyone else he had met. The ferute pulled the tentacles from the rottie, and slid back into the other room.

Sharven pointed at the beast, remarking, "If we can use that canine as a pet, the shell will shimmer a translucent pink for a moment."

Everyone stared, though not quite as intently as Pavlor did. They watched for a few seconds and indeed the shell of the ferute shimmered and turned pink, then shifted back to black.

"Now a handler will go in, and see if he wants a collar. If he accepts, we take him. If not, we give him something to forget his little excursion and we drop him back home."

A door slid open and a naked orca walked in holding a collar. He stood a good distance away, waiting for the rottweiler to notice him. After a moment the canine did notice, sitting up and looking fatigued and shaken. All the orca did was stand there, holding the collar out, waiting quietly. The canine got up on his hands and knees, his ears down slightly and whimpered. The orca moved a little closer and motioned the canine to come over.

The rottweiler crawled over with his ears perked up slightly, and exposed his neck for the collar, which was placed around his neck. The orca then rubbed the canine's head, a soft green glow coming from his palm, and the canine passed out.

"And that," Sharven said, "is how we select our pets."

Pavlor nodded, his hands kneading at the armrests, as he was eager to be with the ferute again.

Sharven stood up and patted his side, "Let's go get you some relief now."

The canine stood, following his owner through a side door eagerly. They entered the chamber where the sleeping rottweiler was being carefully lifted up and carried out to the holding pens. The ferute was back in the other room now, looking placid and taking no notice of them.

"You ready my pet?"

"Yes!" Pavlor said, his voice cracking.

Sharven took off his pets harness. "Go stand closer, go on."

Pavlor walked up to the large doorway, his body shaking and his dick throbbing strongly from its sheath. As he got closer, he heard Sharven's voice call out with a clicking and high-pitched sound. The ferute then woke back up, slipping its tentacles into the room and pulling that hard-shelled body along the floor.

Pavlor had no fear, walking right up to the beast and reaching out to touch one of the feelers. It had that warm, slick feeling to it without being slimy or moist. It tickled back against his hand and then lazily wrapped around his wrist.

The sensation caused Pavlor's eyes to close and a loud, obscene moan to fall from his throat. That sound seemed to encourage the ferute, which now began wrapping up the canine's other wrist and legs.

The tentacles held firm, grabbing around Pavlor's body until it lifted him up and pulled his legs and arms out so he was prone, not that he felt like resisting. A blunted tentacle slipped up against his lips, squirting out something that seemed thick and warm against his lips. Without even thinking, Pavlor opened his mouth to accept it into his mouth. It slid in and rested against his tongue, oozing more of the tangy-sweet fluid.

Pavlor felt something push up and then slide into his anus, filling him. He opened his eyes to see the two eyestalks staring at him from above. He smiled around the feeler that was oozing the fluids into his mouth.

A slick, warmth slid down his shaft, making him bite on the tentacle in his muzzle. It didn't seem to hurt the creature at all; instead it made more of those fluids ooze out more and provoked a faster suckling on his needy canine dick.

Pavlor was in bliss, pulling and testing his bonds as he was deluged with the mass of wriggling tentacles encasing him. Warm, rubbery feelers slipping and sliding against his fur and each other, massaging his body and bringing about a sense of complete erotic euphoria. He was lost to his dick as everything became light and airy as he was drawn ever closer to climax.

Pavlor's fingers wrapped around a tentacle, gripping and holding it tightly as his muscles convulsed and expelled his watery spunk for the beast to consume. All the tentacles around him doubled their motions, rubbing and pressing against him firmly as he gave forth every ounce of his essence.

Time passed as his swollen knot was gripped firmly by the feeder tentacle. The sound Sharven had made earlier filtered in through the tentacles surrounding him, and he felt his body being lowered and the beast removing all its tentacles from in and round his body.

Sharven was standing next to him, leaning down to help him up back onto his feet. "Do you feel better, my pet?"

Gasping and feeling quite happy, Pavlor nodded. "Very, thank you."

Sharven smiled, helping Pavlor to the door, "Lets clear the room for our next pick-up then.