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Adrian felt his muscles ache as he surged toward the finish line, wind pushing back against his body. The crowd was shouting something, but he wasn't listening. The announcer was going on and on, but Adrian didn't care what he had to say. Nothing mattered to Adrian at that moment, except what was on the track. It was his favorite place. Anywhere else in the world, he was a slave. Anywhere else, he was the property of a rich man who had not run since he was a cub. Even when the race was over, and the prizes were handed out, the prizes would go to master.

But on the track, for as long as the race lasted, he was not a slave, and his competitors were not free. They were his opponents, and he was theirs. They were equals in sport. They respected him, and he respected them, and while the prizes awarded later, off the track would go to master, the titles he won on the track would be his, and thus the victory would be his.

The crowd loudened as Adrian strode across the white painted line below him, breaking a fragile strand of tape which had been strung across it. Adrian smiled, now standing still and breathing somewhat heavily, as the announcer declared him the year's champion, for the fifth year in a row. He was the first racer to accomplish that feat. His owner would be rewarded extra prize money for it. To master's credit, he did intend to give a section of it to charity.

As the other racers finished up behind him, Adrian heard a few congratulations coming his way, from both slaves and free furs.

After a few minutes, Adrian was summoned by his master to attend the dinner at which the trophy would be awarded, along with a fat check.

Adrian sat next to his master, near the head of the table. Master himself was at the right paw of the race's organizer.

It would still be about five minutes before the trophy was handed out. Master was gulping down pie, while Adrian ate mildly cooked meats, laced with nutrient powders designed to keep him in optimum health. The powders tasted like sand and chalk mixed with ground coffee beans. Adrian used to struggle to choke it down when he was younger. To this day he was impressed by every free fur in any race. Despite their every option not to, they happily ate the bitter powder. Adrian knew they ate it, because if they didn't, they'd be left in the dust.

Adrian looked to his left, at his master, guzzling down pie. Looking down at master's plate, he realized that the fur had eaten nearly half a pie, and a whole Cornish hen, and a bowl of soup, gods knew how many times it'd been refilled, and... Adrian lost count. He looked back across the table.

A ways away, in the seats for fourth place, there was another slave and master sat next to each other. The master bore a royal insignia, marking her as a duchess. The slave's plate was covered in green vegetables, covered in the same powder as Adrian's meat.

"Attention, attention one and all," Adrian heard. He turned his head. The race's organizer stood behind a podium. "Please, direct your attention to the stage. The award ceremony is about to begin. Would the first, second and third place winners please approach the stage?"

Adrian sat back and watched his master go up to the stage to receive his trophy. The man seemed to have a bit of trouble standing up. He waddled toward the stage, his steps taking seconds a piece, while second and third place, though both masters and not athletes, were already onstage.

"Um... are you alright, mister Junson?" the organizer asked. Adrian's master looked up at the stage and nodded. Adrian tilted his head. His master wasn't as healthy as him, but he didn't usually take this long to walk such a short distance.

And then master clutched his heart and fell forward. Adrian's eyes widened. Several of the furs around gasped. Adrian stood up from his chair. "We... we seem to have a situation here," the organizer said. The two masters on the stage looked on with shock. Master was gritting his teeth, moaning in pain.

By the time the paramedics arrived, master was dead. Adrian watched them take his body away with a tear running down his eye.

After a few minutes, he was visited by his master's driver. "We should go, Adrian," he said. Adrian turned around. He thought. Master had no family, or if he did, Adrian had never once encountered them in his seven years as his slave.

Adrian followed the driver into the limo. The ceremonies had been cancelled. He sat as the driver took him and a servant girl who master had brought with him to the race to the airport, and then home to master's mansion.

The next day, Adrian was in his new room, thinking about his new owner. He stared up at the ceiling above him. It was far too luxurious for a slave, though Adrian was not complaining about that. He focused his eyes on a bright red light which bathed his bed.

"You, along with a large amount of Mister Junson's estate, have been left to the Veroverarian Poverty Relief Effort," the representative from that very organization had said. "We're a charitable organization which helps impoverished assimilated territories. Many poor nations, in the north especially, have surrendered to and joined our empire, and their poverties remain despite their allegiance to us. Our organization helps those regions achieve the same level of prosperity that we in longer-held territories enjoy."

Adrian knew absolutely every bit of that, but he was long trained not to interrupt.

"All of the prize money from your future races will go to our organization, as will the money from your rental."

That had made Adrian take a step back. His eyes widened slightly. "Rental?"

"Yes. Your daily training regiment will be reduced by one hour, which will be allotted to the winner of a daily auction, to do with you as they see fit."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! That was not good. "If I may, that could harm my performance, sir."

"We considered that. You train for eight hours a day, mister Flannery, Moving to seven is not expected to reduce your performance by an appreciable amount, and what small reduction in winnings may occur will be more than made up for by the income brought to us directly by this measure."

Adrian started to talk back, but he stopped himself.

Adrian looked away from the bright red light on the ceiling when it began to hurt his eyes. Only a few moments after that, he heard a knock on the door. It was his first client.

Adrian had managed to last his entire life up until that point without ever being... used. His first owner, who he still called mistress in his head, had found Adrian's father more suitable for that purpose, and by the time he would have been old enough to suit her tastes in any case, his athletic potential had become clear, and he'd been sold to a man with the facilities to properly train and maintain a racer.

Adrian had asked the representative from before how much his virginity had gone for. One-point-five million units, apparently. It occurred to Adrian that he had never had an extended interaction with a fan. Whoever won this auction was surely a fanatic of his, to spend over a million credits just to...

A second knock on the door interrupted Adrian's thoughts. He bolted upwards and opened the door.

On the other side was a tall bat with large, black wings, red eyes and tan fur. He smiled at Adrian as soon as he opened the door. Adrian stepped aside, letting the bat into the room.

The bat stepped right inside and approached the bed. Adrian thought. There was a mile-thick sheet of ice to break here. He wasn't sure how to break it. The sheet only got thicker when he realized that his client was taking his clothes off. Adrian gulped. He was still standing still, completely unsure what to do, when the bat finished undressing and lay back on the bed. He looked at Adrian. He patted his thigh. "C'mon," he said. "Get rid of those clothes and get over here. I only have an hour with you."

Adrian couldn't disobey. Trying to hide his distress, he took off his shirt and shorts, bringing his cock into the bat's view. The bat's eyes darted straight toward it, and he smiled a smile that made Adrian gulp a second time. Hesitantly, Adrian forced himself to make his way to the bed and lay down on top of the silky sheets.

The bat smiled. "Why hello, my friend," he said. "My name is Alucard." The bat turned to lay on his side and stretched out his wing, draping it over Adrian. "I'm a huge fan of yours. Have been since your second championship race. You may have heard me shouting in the stands during your last match?"

"I... I'm sure I did," Adrian said. The bat's wing was warm, warmer than any blanket. The bat used the wing to pull Adrian closer, until he was nearly touching the bat.

The bat stroked Adrian's fur. "Such warm, soft fur," he said. "I can feel you still sweaty from training. It makes you feel strong, but vulnerable." The bat smirked. "Now, let's get down to business," Alucard said. "I only have you for an hour, and time flies when you're having fun."

Adrian nodded. He didn't want to risk doing anything else. Alucard then lay back, revealing a long, pink cock that Adrian hadn't seen until then. Adrian felt a bead of sweat fall from his left paw. Alucard looked straight at him. "Sit on it," he said.

Adrian nodded and crawled his way toward the foot of the bed. He saw the long, thick cock's underside. There was a bit of pre, he'd never seen pre before, leaking out of its head.

Adrian leaned forward and stretched his leg up and over the bat's legs. He then scooted forward, eyeing the bat's cock. A tinge of arousal hit him as he took one last scoot. Alucard smiled up at him as Adrian lifted himself, and his tailhole, up and over the cock, then, with one last gulp, sat down, allowing the cock to penetrate him.

Adrian immediately gritted his teeth at the pain, but the bat seemed pleased. "Ooh, you're tight," he said. Adrian took a few deep breaths. As the initial jab of pain diminished, he did become aware of a certain pleasure as the bat's cock pressed against the back of his anus. He opened his mouth, and a soft moan escaped.

The bat smiled. "I see you like." Adrian didn't respond. "Well, in any case, move. I wanna have some time to spare after you move me to orgasm." Adrian nodded. He lifted his right-back paw from the edge of the bed and onto the bed. He used it to push himself partway off the cock, and crashed himself back down, rubbing the sides of his anus against the bat's dick. "Faster," Alucard said. Adrian nodded. Alucard closed his eyes, and Adrian followed suit. He pulled himself up and then back down over his client's cock, hearing the bat moan, and feeling his own pleasure. He lifted up and sank down. He lifted up and sank down. He lifted up and sank down. It was a lot like doing squats. Occasionally, he would feel a drop of pre leak into his anus, lubricating it, making the ride easier as he moved himself over and away from the length. He felt a jolt of pleasure every time the cock hit the back of his anus.

"Open your eyes," Alucard said. Adrian did. He looked down to see Alucard's face consumed with pleasure. The bat smiled. Adrian looked on. "Keep going, now." Adrian sped up his squatting as Alucard stretched out his wings wrapping them around Adrian. "Yes... Yess..." he said.

With his wings wrapped around the fox, Alucard pulled Adrian down and, without penis exiting tailhole, rolled him onto his back. Still hugging him, the bat began thrusting into his anus.

Adrian looked up, arms restrained, inside Alucard's wings. He was powerless to do anything to stop the bat from thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into him. Alucard smiled down at Adrian. Adrian felt the bat's cock pressing into him, putting pressure on him in a certain spot at the back of his anus. Adrian grunted with pleasure every time it was hit.

The bat moved its head down toward Adrian. "Open your mouth," he ordered. Adrian complied. Still thrusting furiously, the bat pushed his tongue into Adrian's throat. Adrian's eyes widened, but after a moment, their mouths closed around each other.

Adrian closed his eyes. He was just lying back, wrapped in the bat's wings, helpless. His arms were pressed against his sides, inside his client's wings. All he could do was lay back and please the bat, and please the bat he did. He squeezed his anus around the bat's cock, quivering with each thrust. He pressed his lips to the bat's lips and rubbed his tongue against the bat's. The bat's tongue was shaped differently, but he didn't care. The two pressed their tongues together and swirled them around each other, each moaning with joy.

Adrian felt Alucard's cock deep inside him, quivering, pleasuring his very core from his very core. His tail wagged. He felt the cock quiver again. At the same time, the thrusting picked up speed. That joyous moment when Alucard's cock hit just the right spot and sent an avalanche of pleasure throughout Adrian's body became more frequent. Adrian pressed his lips harder against the bat's. He smelt the bat's scent, a wonderful, manly musk. The two's tongues became more active inside each other's mouths as Alucard's wings squeezed Adrian tighter.

The thrusting grew faster and faster, well lubricated by pre, until, in one glorious moment, Alucard pulled his mouth away from Adrian's and let out a loud cry of primal bliss, his dick opening up like a floodgate and pouting cum into Adrian's ass.

Adrian gasped for air. He felt better right then than he'd ever felt before. His rock-hard cock still pressed against the bat's stomach as the bat smiled down at him. Adrian smiled back.

Only after a few minutes did Alucard unwrap Adrian and look up at the clock. He looked back down. "We still have a while," he said. "Say, have you ever been... pleasured?"

"No," Adrian said. "Not much anyway. I was punished any time I tried to... touch myself. I never did manage to go... all the way."

"Oh dear." Alucard smiled. "Well, we will have to fix that, won't we?"

Adrian looked the bat in the eye. He smiled, closed his eyes and lay back. The bat stood to one side, held out his wing and curled the tip of it around Adrian's cock and moved it up and down. Adrian smiled. The bat waited for a bit of pre to come out of Adrian's cock. Once it did, he quickly collected it and used it to lubricate the inner face of his wing, which he slid effortlessly over the length of Adrian's dick. Adrian felt pleasure, a different pleasure than he felt when penetrated, fill him.

There wasn't much fancy about the bat's work from there on. He just stroked up and down, up and down. Occasionally, he would squeeze tighter and then loosen up again. Adrian liked it when the bat's grip was tighter.

The leathery texture of the bat's wing worked wonders on him, though he didn't have much past experience to compare it to. He took deep breaths as he felt something swelling up inside him. He moaned. The bat sped up. That made Adrian moan even louder, which made the bat speed up even more. He felt the pleasure, a rich, tangy feeling in his genitals, spread throughout his body. He breathed harder and harder, the pleasure becoming impossible to control until it finally burst out of him, sending a shockwave of bliss throughout his body, the new best he'd ever felt. His cock leaked hot cum. Most of the cum fell on Adrian's thighs, and the bat was quick to lick it up. Adrian stroked the bat as he did this, the bat smiling up at him when he was finished.

Just then, the clock chimed. It was eight. An early bedtime for anyone else, but the one Adrian was used to. He would be up and training early in the morning. That meant that Adrian's time with the bat was over.

The bat looked up at the clock, then back down at Adrian. "Well, looks like it's time for me to go."

Adrian rubbed his paw against the bat's wing, frowning a bit.

"Don't worry," the bat said. "I'll rent you again as soon as the initial craze ends and your price starts falling." He stroked Adrian. "And I'm sure your next friend will be just as good as me."

Adrian nodded. Alucard stood up, put his clothes back on, opened the door and stepped out of the room. Adrian just lay there. After a moment, he smiled. He'd be doing this every night from now on.