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Had some fun with sicknesses the past two weeks, but I still made it. Turns out there's no option for egret, not too surprising. Heron works. As always, enjoy

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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As a certain lab coat wearing, tall, lithe, bookish egret made his way to the dungeon, the long, dour, gray stone entryway was filled with the comparably cheerful sound of his humming. He walked briskly, though he wasn't in any kind of rush. The good doctor just wasn't the sort to take more time than necessary to perform any task.

Efficiency is key, he was fond of saying.

There were a number of bad inspirational poster quotes he was heard to repeat, but that was easily his favorite. He tried to live up to that specific ideal with every action, never wasting any effort whenever possible. That sometimes caused a bit of friction in his interactions with others, he was known to walk away in the middle of conversations the moment he deemed them asinine, but as long as you didn't waste his time he was perfectly affable.

Without breaking his stride he pulled a silver pocket watch from the front of his coat, checked the time, and put it back. Pushing his glasses back up his beak, he continued walking while placing both arms behind his back, still humming along, using his footsteps as percussion.

Eventually he reached the end of the entryway, capped by a pair of massive heavy steel doors. He reached over to a small panel with numbers and punched in a code before stepping back. The doors began to move with a loud hydraulic hiss, opening into the dungeon's massive central hub.

The hub, true to its name, acted as a central point for the entirety of the dungeon complex. A wide white pillar in the center of the room, aside from housing his office, connected the floor to the ceiling, while a wall made of the same depressing gray bricks as the rest of the dungeon formed a circle around it. Unlike the rest of the dungeon, bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling kept things bright and a bit more cheerful, comparatively at least.

Spaced out along the outer wall were a series of large doors, each leading to a different floor housing the development work on a different project. Above every set of doors was a helpful sign defining the project to which they would lead. A constant flow of people headed from place to place, door to door, some moving equipment, some conversing with others as they traveled. A few ran at top speed, likely dealing with some crisis or another.

As soon as the main doors opened the sound of his humming was drowned out by the buzzing of activity from the rest of his staff. He gave up trying to deal with the song stuck in his head, instead exchanging a few base pleasantries with those he passed by, nodding politely or simply saying, "Morning."

After dodging through the crowd he finally made it through to the central pillar, passing through the doors to his office, a large, though incredibly spartan room. The only furniture to be seen was a chair and a small desk with smaller computer and a couple neatly organized papers on the top. Aside from that, the front doors, and the elevator in the back, there was absolutely nothing notable about his office, but that suited him just fine since he was almost never there.

Upon entering he was pleased to be in a quiet area once again, until a cheerful voice piped up.

"Morning, Dr. Crane." The egret looked over at his second-in-command. The diminutive chihuahua was wearing a lab coat as well, though under it was his usual casual attire, khaki pants and a nice buttoned up shirt, and his shaggy red hair hanging slightly over his overly wide eyes.

"Morning, Marcus. I trust you have the project updates ready?"

The dog looked down at his clipboard, looking for the correct section to read to the egret.

"Hmmm... alright, Milo requested some ideas for events to hold in a stadium he's creating, some progress has been made there. A couple of other indoor sports games have been fully implemented and are ready for inspection. There are a couple of designs out for review for the public transportation project, same with some of the new farming equipment. There was some sort of a breakthrough with the musical entertainment team, as well as a few more new arrivals we're sending to the slave market after training. There are a few more minor upgrades to some of the art exhibits, but aside from all that, the rest is business as usual."

After he finished speaking he looked back over at the egret only to see he was gone. He looked to the side to see he was standing in the elevator, holding the door with his wide feathered hand.

"You coming?"

With an embarrassed initial shuffle, Marcus sprinted over to join him.

As soon as the small dog made it inside, Dr. Crane let go of the doors so they could close, stepping back to inspect an illuminated list of projects on the wall. Most of the lights were either red or yellow, but a few were either blue or green. After perusing the list for a moment, he pressed a blue button that read 'Indoor Sports' and the elevator whirred to life around them. A brief wait later, the door opened to show a large room, looking more like a traditional dungeon torture room than the previous ones. It was less populated than the central hub, but still had a number of people focused around the different projects.

As they walked out of the elevator a few members of the crowd looked over, some immediately going back to work, a couple of others eagerly awaiting their review.

Dr. Crane approached the nearest waiting worker, a chubby badger, interrupting him as he tried to speak up.

"What do you have for me?"

The badger cleared his throat and gathered his composure before responding. "We've completed to bowling project sir. It's a traditional version of the game, with a special twist. Would you like to test it out?" Dr. Crane gave a quick nod before walking past him up to the single lane alley with a few other project members waiting and watching.

The alley looked like any other bowling alley, ten pins at the end, thin, shiny wood planks, arrows painted to assist with aim, two gutters on either side. The unique part was the ball. He approached, pushing his glasses up again to get a better look. The ball was about standard size but clear and hollow, and squished inside was one of the damned. The best he could tell it was a fox, the gender of which it was impossible to tell. What he could easily recognize was a look of panic in one of his eyes. It was like something straight out of a cartoon, the fox wasn't injured in any way, just completely stuffed inside of a container way to small for it to logically fit inside. Nothing was notable about the two finger holes extending into the cramped ball, but the wide thumb hole was lined perfectly up to the fox's pink tailhole.

Dr. Crane picked up the ball, hefting it a bit to test out its weight, before sticking two fingers inside, then slowly pushing his thumb into the exposed fleshy ring. He walked over a few steps in front of the line, performed his approach, wound up, and released the ball, his thumb pulling of the hole with a loud sucking pop.

The ball arced a bit initially then went wide, hitting the 10 pin and winding up in the gutter. After cleaning his hand with one of a wet nap from his pocket, he stroked his chin and watched as the ball returned. What he could see of the occupant looked intensely queasy.

"Hm. A few notes, one, you might want to gyroscopically stabilize the inside of the ball. Look at it, doesn't do anyone any good if it hurls every time it gets thrown. Two, you might want to keep the occupants looser, keep them plugged maybe. If it weren't for the suction on my thumb there that would have been a strike." He looked thoughtful for a moment while staring at the ball. "And who was responsible for managing to fit them in the ball in the first place, making that all work?"

A shy silver vixen stepped forward slightly. "That was me, sir."

"Expect a raise, and file a report on how you accomplished that, I think we could use that elsewhere to great effect. Maybe ornaments for the holidays, street lamps, anything really. Excellent work."

Now completely blushing, she stepped back into the group giving a quiet, "Thank you" and getting a few back pats and awkward high fives.

After shaking the badgers hand, Dr. Crane and Marcus headed toward the other project waiting for evaluation. A perky beaver was waiting to greet them, standing in front of another alley similar to the previous one, though with colorful bumpers instead of gutters.

"Another bowling game? Isn't that a bit redundant?"

"Oh, no, this isn't bowling, though it's a similar concept. Look at the end of the alley, for example." He pushed up his glasses and squinted to where he assumed the pins were, only to instead see a tightly bound spindly red squirrel on his back, his arms and tail bound underneath him. He almost appeared to be tied in a knot, with both legs pulled up and his ankles tied behind his head, pointing his tailhole back to the front of the alley. A small cage was locked around his sheath with a ring around his balls pushing them out from his body, and a large ballgag keeping him muffled.

The bumpers ran alongside the alley, tapering to a small opening for his rear. A repeating pattern of red, green, and blue and black colored rectangles were on each bumper, giving it a somewhat old-school arcade vibe.

"Here, give it a try." The beaver was handing him an object that looked something like an iron, but with a foot long, smooth, shiny dildo attached to the front. Dr. Crane inspected it for a moment before looking back at her with a raised eyebrow. Recognizing the request for explanation she clarified, "You throw it down the alley by its handle, similar to bowling, but the goal here is to hit the bumpers on the way down. The goal is to get one of each color, except black. Hitting black loses you the first light you hit. You get scored on what lights you get with each throw, and for each throw that gets at least one of each color lit gets a special bonus at the end, depending on the insertion distance. If you don't get all three... well, you'll see." She chuckled a bit as she finished talking.

Grabbing the handle of the iron, Dr. Crane held it up and took a look at it, getting a feel for the heft and balance. He approached the line, gave a few practice swings, then reached back and released on the upswing. The iron hit a green light, then red, green again, then a black one, losing his first green. After that it passed where the rectangles ended and the bumpers tapered together, herding it into the center. Upon reaching the bound squirrel, the end of the dildo hit him square in his bound balls, earning a muffled scream through his ballgag. It rebounded a bit, frictionlessly sliding on the smooth alley, then quickly accelerated back to where the egret was standing.

Dr. Crane nodded slightly, a somewhat impressed if inscrutable reaction, while considering the results of his first throw.

"We gave him an enhancement so while it definitely hurts, it won't actually cause any damage. You got one green and one blue, so two points. Care to try again?"

"Absolutely, I do want to see what happens with a victory after all, I think I can get it this time."

He bent down and picked up the iron, once again giving a few practice throws, taking extra time to plan his shot, then releasing it with a shallower angle. This time it hit a red light, bounced to a green, another red, barely missed a black and hit a blue, then once again reached the end of the alley. This time, once it passed where the rectangles ended a chime sounded, and a platform under the squirrel raised up a couple of inches. Once the iron reached him, instead of the dildo giving him a nut shot, it went straight up his tailhole.

"Ooh, not bad sir. 4 lights plus 6 inches is 10 points. Nice work!"

Hearing this, Dr. Crane chuckled. "I'd say do a bit more testing to make sure the scoring works, but I love it. Add it to the Demo queue for Milo once that's complete. Excellent work, Marie."

With a wide smile she quickly shook his hand and got back to work while Dr. Crane headed back towards the elevator, Marcus following closely behind. This time a green light labeled 'Music - Organ' was selected, and after another moment of mechanical humming the doors opened back up to show a new section of the dungeon.

Unlike the last room, this one was a bit smaller, only containing a single team gathered around a sizable object in the middle. As they noticed his approach they quieted down awaiting his perusal of their new product.

A tall ocelot waited by the front, arms crossed behind his back, waiting for Dr. Crane to approach.

"I hear your team is finished, James. Let's see it."

The ocelot stepped to the side with a flourish toward the large object saying only "Viola."

The front of the object had the look of any simple pipe organ, more or less like a piano. The interesting part was the back, where a group of 24 large pipes were standing up, each with an occupant of varying gender and species encased inside, only showing the head. The height of each pipe varied in an increasing sequence, but each occupant had a similar slotted gag stuffed into their mouths and partially down their throats.

As Dr. Crane looked everything over, James took the initiative to scoot up to the manual and play a simple song, pressing keys and causing the trapped individuals in corresponding pipes to scream, pushing air through the slotted gag and somehow converting it into the correct corresponding note. The small room was suddenly filled wall to wall with the sounds of opera. The egret's eyebrows raised, partially in surprise, but mostly because he was genuinely impressed by the display. James stopped playing and turned back with a sly grin.

"So what do you think?"

"I'll admit, I'm shocked you got it to work so well."

"It took a lot of effort, I don't mind saying, mostly in finding the best screamers to use. But with the right training, conditioning, and augments anything is possible."

"Indeed. What's going on inside the pipe to guarantee a maintained airflow?"

"Their lungs are enhanced to be able to maintain notes as needed. After far as triggering the screams, we use shocks, strikes, jabs, whatever needs to happen," he replied with a slight cock of his head. Chances are they'll never get used to the pain either, remember where we are, after all. But even so, it's probably the smart move to rotate new pipes in every here in again to be safe."

Giving a quiet laugh, Dr. Crane nodded along before giving his feedback. "I like it, nice work. Maybe for the live model consider adding some more pipes and another manual, and give it a more rich sound, if we have the materials to spare of course. Other than that I'd say add it to the demo for Milo. It should look and sound great in the castle.

"Absolutely, sir, adding and removing pipes is a simple matter, the only hard part was just getting it to function in the first place." As he spoke he idly reached back and pressed a key, causing a cougar to close his eyes and let out a loud shriek, converted by the gag to produce a beautiful, sustained, reverberating C note.

"Indeed. Well, keep up the good work." James released the key ceasing the note and gave a small wave and a smirk. With that Dr. Crane turned and headed back to the elevator, the chihuahua still following close behind.

"DR. CRANE! Thank goodness I found you! There's a problem on the bottom level, sir!" A short, chubby beagle girl in a lab coat and large glasses ran down the hallway from the central hub to where they were walking, making them both stop in their tracks.

Sighing loudly, Dr. Crane stopped, closed his eyes, and addressed the panicked dog. "What's the problem now?"

"There's been another breakout among the new slaves in the training prep rooms! One of them managed to break his chains and take some hostages."

"And you expect me to take care of it."

The beagle was unsure of how best to respond, eventually giving an awkward combination of a shrug and a nod.

Giving another deep sigh, he turned to the chihuahua. "Marcus, take over the reviews for me, would you." Glaring back at the beagle he added, "I am apparently required elsewhere."

"Yes sir, no worries."

"Thank you. Well, after you, Belle." The annoyed egret gestured to the elevator, allowing the nervous beagle to get on first. After following her through the doors, he pressed the button labeled 'Training,' and once again the elevator began to move. The whirring sound completed after several seconds, and the doors opened back up to show a room buffeted by wooden doors, each of them open but one.

The beagle pointed at the door and said almost in a whisper, "He's in there with three of our own. I managed to lock the door so he's still trapped. There were 4 others in there getting prepped for training, so he may have help if he released them." He responded merely with an unimpressed grunt, taking off for the door, muttering to himself as he unlocked it and stepped through. He stopped to listen for the lock after closing it, just to make sure he'd have some privacy.

Standing with his arms behind his back, Dr. Crane took a moment to take stock of the cluttered room, clearly evident that a struggle had taken place. Pushing his glasses up once again, he could see the troublemaker in question. A massive, musclebound, and completely nude horse, all the way at the other wall was in the midst of beating one of his workers, a red fox in a now ripped lab coat. The other two careless members of his staff were knocked out on the ground, but in no real immediate danger.

A crocodile, two wolves and a fox waiting for training were also completely nude but still dangling on the wall by chains around their wrists. He hadn't really expected them to have been freed, the types of people that make it down to the lower levels by and large have no allegiance to anyone but themselves.

Suddenly realizing someone new had entered the room, the brown horse turned to face him, now holding his hostage in a headlock. The horse had the look of an avid bodybuilder, strong enough to easily snap him in two if he wanted. The captured fox was blocking Dr. Crane from seeing the horse's crotch, but judging from the his shadow a limp foot long monster was dangling between his legs. Looking back up at his face, the doctor could see that the horse was staring him down, or maybe sizing up the potential new threat he faced. Clearly, he didn't seem to be impressed, giving a slight smirk.

"You're who they send to take me down? Whatever, your funeral."

"I'm the boss here, so I'd be the first choice, yes, Mr. Leonard. Or would you prefer Maxwell Or just Max?"

"How did you... whatever, here's the deal, you're gonna let me outta this place, and maybe I won't pop this guys head off his shoulders like a bottle cap, got it?"

Dr. Crane rubbed his beak for a few moments. "Hm. You make an interesting offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. My counteroffer is for you to release him, get back in your chains, and I won't make it my business to make your existence from this point forward little else but suffering."

The smirk left Max's face, having shifted to annoyance. "What fucking fantasy are you living in? I'm walking outta here or I'm gonna kill this guy, I ain't bluffing."

"I'm living in my boss's fantasy, though I fail to see how that's relevant. And I know you aren't bluffing, I just don't care. If you destroy him I'll just get more."

The enraged horse threw his hostage to the ground, snorting angrily and stomping his way over to where Dr. Crane was casually standing. Now that his naked crotch was clearly visible, yes, he definitely had an impressive package, at least a foot long, pink and black mottled coloration, contrasting beautifully with the white fur on his crotch and belly.

"Maybe I just need a better hostage then." Max reached back to throw a punch, attempting to hit the doctor square in the beak

"You're welcome to try, if you think you can, but I'm warning you that-". The doctor cut off his response in order to quickly dodge to the side, taking a few additional steps back.

With a frustrated grunt a few more punches followed, each easily dodged in turn by the lithe, speedy egret. The way he was moving looked almost like ballet, flowing like water to maneuver around where Max was about to strike. It was almost like he was predicting where the punches would land and simply dancing out of their way. It certainly helped that the horse relied entirely on brute force with no finesse, making it almost too easy.

On the last attack the horse instead attempted to grab the doctor's coat. The fabric slipped through his fingers as the egret leaped backwards, leading into a series of back handsprings almost to the other wall, giving him some distance. The slightly winded attacker was flummoxed by this unexpected act of acrobatic skill, as the doctor gave a quiet chuckle, and pushed his glasses to the top of his beak.

"Yes, no one seems to expect me to be able to do something like that. They see the glasses and lab coat and see a typical unathletic nerd, but that isn't exactly true, you know."

"Enough of this shit! I'm not here to fucking bond with you, just let me fucking leave!"

"I'm sorry to inform you that, well, that isn't an option. See, you're here for a reason, and you won't be allowed to leave until your time is up."

Max was well past enraged by the egret's continued, almost bored, as-a-matter-of-fact demeanor.

"What the fuck is all this? Why do you even want me?"

"The simple answer is that you did something to someone else that piqued our interest, and whomever we want, we eventually get. Anyway, this is taking a bit longer than I'd prefer, so if it's all the same I'd like to put you down now." As he spoke he reached into his pocket pulling out the small silver oval and holding it in the palm of his hand.

That last provocation was too much for the enraged horse to ignore, charging the doctor in a blind rage. Resisting the urge to shout 'Ole!,' the doctor instead ducked low, dodging to side while slapping the silver oval onto the the top of the horse's cock and spinning to the right, out of the way. A few mechanical clicks were briefly audible between the sounds of his hooves impacting the ground. Once he managed to stop himself, he looked down at his member to see what had happened. Several metallic arms had extended from where the oval was applied wrapping around the now constricted pillar of flesh, meeting on the other side and forming a tight cage similar to a gates of hell device with a few open spaces along the length up to his flare.

"Dude! What the fuck is this you sick freak?!"

"It's a little something I was tinkering with on my own time. My job is mostly supervision these days, so I don't get to do much creative work anymore."

"I don't... drop the fucking mad scientist shit and-"

"I'm really more of an engineer than a scientist."

"I DON'T CARE!" He gestured angrily towards his now trapped flesh. "GET IT OFF NOW!"

"Ah, no, with that you won't be getting off ever again." A momentary silence permeated the air before Dr. Crane let out some polite laughter. "I'm sorry, see, it's funny because it'll prevent you from getting erect or orgasming ever again. It's a play on words."

Letting out a roar of raw fury, the horse charged at the doctor at top speed one more time.

"Yes, I was starting to get tired of this too," said the doctor, grabbing a black cylinder from his pocket. Once again he managed to dodge to the side of the incoming attack, just missing the horse's grasping fingers, maneuvering behind him, flicking his wrist to extend the cylinder into a cattle prod, then finishing by jamming the prongs into the horse's back. The air crackled with electricity as the horse screamed in pain, falling to the ground in a complete daze, a bit of smoke coming from the site where he was struck.

"Well, you gambled and lost, but at least you tried. That's more than can be said about the others over there," he added with an almost disappointed tone. "Still, I must thank you, I had fun, I don't get to do things like that very often." While speaking he pulled a few more items from the pockets of his coat, a pair of handcuffs, a pair of leg cuffs attached to an adjustable spreader and a ring gag. One by one he secured each on the gasping horse who offered no further resistance. Once all of the restraints were on, the doctor stepped back, leaving the horse lying on his stomach, arms cuffed behind his back, legs bound together and held apart by the spreader, and ring gag keeping his mouth open.

Now that the immediate threat was out of the way, he decided to check up on the others in the room. The 4 captive souls were still dangling from their restraints on the wall, muzzled but terrified, silently watching his every move, no problems there. The three hostages were all still unconscious, but they'd be fine.

Once they woke up he'd probably have to chew them out for allowing another escape attempt to happen, even though he was the one that made the chains to be easily broken in the first place. He so rarely had a chance to cut loose like that, sometimes he just had to make his own fun. Staging a breakout every once in a while gave him the opportunity to get his hands dirty... And other things, he thought as he eyed the muscled rump in front of him.

"Well, since Marcus has my rounds taken care of, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to indulge a bit further." As he spoke he unbuckled his belt, stepped out of his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear. His cock was already standing at full attention, thin but long, tapering almost to a point and almost throbbing along with his pulse. As he knelt behind the horse he used both hands to cup the taut butt cheeks in front of him, further turned on by the rock hard glutes. While caressing the horse's ass he, with some effort, managed to push his index finger in all the way to his knuckle.

The intrusion in his tailhole was enough to finally shake the horse out of his stupor. He began to scream loud though muffled obscenities through the ring in his mouth. whipping around and doing his best to kick and fight back somehow despite his bound state. The flailing movements were easily dodged by the doctor, though as he stood he gave a mildly annoyed sigh.

"You know, maybe it'll help you calm down if I show you your future, that it won't be as bad as you seem to think. How's that sound?"

A loud "UCK OO!!!" was shouted through the gag, to which the doctor nodded and responded, "Ah, glad you agree." He pulled a small device from the pocket of his coat and pressed a button before putting it back. "He'll just be a few moments."

The horse spent the next couple of minutes doing little else but shouting unintelligible death threats and more muffled obscenities while flopping about on the ground. As this went on, Dr. Crane briefly left the room to inform the worried beagle that all was well, and to go ahead and give him the room for a bit. She was surprised by the long erection pointing in her direction, but nodded and hurried away without a word while he waited by the elevator doors for the one he summoned to arrive.

Seeing this as another opportunity to break free, Max tried his hardest to break his bonds. The handcuffs wouldn't budge like they did before, but he had to see if he could break the spreader bar. Maybe then he'd have a chance. Before he could even try, the door opened and the egret reentered, this time followed by a pink furred muscular ram wearing the top half of a maid outfit and no bottom, a black leather collar, and a tight solid metal cage locked around his sheath. The horse was terrified by the large, clearly pent up balls hanging under the cage, but more so from the vacant, broken look in his eyes.

The ram followed behind the doctor almost like a robot. Max didn't even want to consider what was in store for him if he failed to escape, though that was a possibility that was becoming increasingly unlikely. The doctor parked the ram next to Max and looked down with a visibly malicious glint in his eye.

"This is Karl, he arrived here the same way as you. Hulking, overly muscled brute, used to getting his way and taking whatever he wanted from the world, He broke free too, and I had to personally show him his place, again, same as you. We put him through training and, well, he became a whole new ram after that. I decided to buy him as a personal slave since he was the first one I ever personally broke. So you can see he's completely fine, it doesn't look so bad does it?"

With renewed vigor, Max began flailing again, trying desperately to strike that damn smug bird. There was no way he was going to let this happen to him, he'd never allow it.

"I knew you'd come around." The doctor reached behind Karl's ass and with a quick tug and appreciative hum from the ram, he pulled out a buzzing buttplug, turned it off, and placed it on the ground. "Karl, why don't you have a seat and keep him pinned so I can finish my business. Oh, you don't have to worry, Max. I make sure he keeps himself clean."

The pink ram said nothing but clearly understood given his wide smile. He stood over the frightened horse, who was now lying flat on his back, and sat directly on his face, placing his tailhole against the ring gag. Reaching forward, he grabbed the spreader bar and pulled it towards himself to use as a handle, forcing the Max into a crunch, slightly lifting his ass off the ground.

Max was frantic, trying to shake his muzzle free of the ram's musky, though oddly sweet smelling ass, but his head was completely pinned between the muscular cheeks. Now that the horse was completely immobilized, Dr. Crane returned to his rear, resuming the caress of his butt cheeks and exploration of his tailhole. The tight ring was flexing repeatedly out of panic while the doctor began to place pressure on it with his thumb. After a few more pushes, he barely managed to get the wide digit past the impossibly tight rim. He stood back up, thumb popping out of the tight hole, having realized that he'd need to get lubed up for this to work.

Meanwhile, Max was beginning to calm down, and he had no idea why. He couldn't remember ever being so frightened, but as he inhaled more of the ram's sweetened musk, his senses were beginning to dull, coalescing into a mixture of serenity and desire, the rest of the world fading away. Even the doctor shoving his thumb up his ass wasn't feeling like as much of a concern. In fact, his shaft would have become completely erect if it weren't for that damn cage the doctor had trapped him in. That smell... it was driving him crazy, almost like a strawberry scented cologne, it was wonderful, he couldn't get enough. Without even realizing it, the horse had started to tongue the ram's tailhole through his gag, earning a pleased bleat from above.

Dr. Crane was watching this off to the side with an appreciative nod. He looked down to where the top of the horse's head was sticking out from under the ram's ass.

"I'm sure you're feeling the effects by now whether you realize it or not, but I gave Karl a little modification a while back, he's basically a pheromone factory now. That, plus his natural strength, makes for the perfect way to subdue an unruly little troublemaker like yourself. As you'll appreciate in a moment, his spit was modified to be an effective lube as well."

As the egret was saying this, Max momentarily snapped back to reality, feeling horror at the fact that his tongue was at maximum depth in some guy's ass. He was quickly overwhelmed again, happily returning to trying to get more of that strawberry taste from the slick hole, whipping his tongue around as the ram quietly moaned.

Dr. Crane could see that the horse had gone more or less dead to the world, eyes glazed over while really getting into eating out Karl's ass. He walked up to the ram's face and said, "Lube me up, if you would be so kind, Karl."

The former alpha male gave an excited giggle before happily slurping down the long tapered member in front of him, completely deepthroating the whole shaft in one go. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around the hot flesh, doing his best to coat every inch. After a few minutes of this, the egret pulled his cock out, leaving the slave to focus on riding the aggressive tongue deep in his ass and ignoring the feeling of his cock trying to swell past his cage.

Now that he was prepared and the horse was horny and sedated, it was time for Dr. Crane to have his own fun. He knelt down at Max's exposed ass, this time instead of teasing the tight ring, he lined his pointed tip up with it and pushed in slowly, a feat possible only due to the thick coating of lube. His length was buried near to the beer can thick base before he met any real resistance, the lube did its job above and beyond.

The horse was dimly aware of the entry between his cheeks, but he was far too busy going to town on the ram's wonderful asshole to care. He didn't even notice his limp cock desperately trying to break free of his new cage, failing to achieve any degree of erection, still forced into its default slight curve.

As Dr. Crane began to pull out and thrust back in, the song from earlier that morning popped back into his head. He began to hum again, matching his thrusting to the tempo of the song, closing his eyes, and enjoying the feel of the tight warm hole tugging repeatedly on his shaft. The horse's heavy balls dangled off to the side of his caged prick, bouncing alongside the egret's pounding.

For his part, Karl was content to lightly hump the air, cage or no, while pinching his nipples and occasionally squeezing the invading appendage up his ass. Just a few months ago if he saw himself doing this he'd have killed himself, but now, all his broken mind understood was that what he wanted didn't matter. His body wasn't his anymore, it wasn't his right to ever use his cock again, it all belonged to his master.

That master who was loudly humming while repeatedly slamming into the horse's rear with an increasing ferocity. The egret's eyes were clenched shut, trying to maintain a dignified expression alongside his humming, though his composure was beginning to break. His humming quickly changed to a mix of alternating grunts and moaning as he leaned further forward, burying his head in Karl's warm, curly chest fur exposed over the top of the maid outfit while speeding up, slamming ever harder into the horse's upturned rump.

The egret's body became a complete blur, making Max's balls bounce more aggressively, his imprisoned cock lightly swinging around above them. With one last push, he uttered a loud grunt and sent a torrent of cum up the horse's ass in several spurts and a drawn out moan.

Once he finished his shuddering climax, he used the ram as a pillow for a few moments while waiting to recover. He let out a satisfied sigh, having thoroughly enjoyed this little detour. The egret was obsessed with efficiency, yes, but he also acknowledged that some things were well worth taking your time.

Having recovered after resting for a short time, he pulled out of the horse's tailhole, leaving a slight gape dripping with cum and lube. He walked back up to Karl's face uttering, "Clean," and presented his now limp cock. Once again Karl quickly took him to the hilt, sucking hard giving a loud gulp, then pulling off and leaving a pristine shaft.

After putting his underwear, pants, and shoes back on, Dr. Crane zipped up and brushed off a bit of dust that had built up on the bottom of his lab coat. He cleared his throat and collected himself before addressing Karl, who was still busy grinding his ass onto the equally enthusiastic horse's muzzle.

"Dismount, now."

Karl instantly snapped to attention, lifting off of Max's face and standing off to the side, chest out and arms at his side. The cage containing his trapped cockflesh almost looked like it was ready to burst, while his face held a serene expression.

No longer pinned to the floor, the horse was using his slightly regained freedom to desperately try to get access to the ram's ass. All thoughts of escape were long forgotten, as well as the aggressive alpha male personality he exchanged in order to give another male a rimjob. He was barely aware of his surroundings, and of the egret speaking to him directly.

"I told you meeting him would make you more accepting of your fate. Of course, the effect of his pheromones is only temporary, but it should keep you docile, or at least controllable long enough to last you until training begins. Until then the withdrawal won't be fun, but then, that really isn't my problem."

Dr. Crane squatted down next to the horse going beak to muzzle with him, his steely glare meeting the half lidded pained stare looking back. He whispered, "Enjoy. And thank you for the fun time." before standing up and walking to the door. Remembering Karl was still there, he added, "Go home. I'll see you there later." The ram gave an excited nod before speeding out of the room. Dr. Crane followed behind him, stopping to chuckle at the horse still flopping about, trying to get another fix from the ram, as well as the other few souls on the wall, most in tears or some degree of panic from what they were forced to witness.

With that, the doctor left, locking the door behind him.

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The rest of the day was about as mundane as possible. He let the beagle know that everything was clear, and she and a few others went in to clean up the mess he made of the horse, help out the incapacitated workers, and resuming their work getting the others ready for training to begin. After that he caught up with Marcus who was in the middle of checking out a delivery cart for the farm, pulled by a silver wolf in a harness and full pony gear. There were a few more tasks past that, but nothing notable, unfortunately. Once the end of the day approached he dismissed the small dog and headed back to his office to wrap things up.

He quickly got the rest of his reports, reviews, and requisitions typed up and filed away, and there was nothing else for him to do.

So why couldn't he go home?

Something had been scratching at the back of his mind ever since his chat with the horse. He couldn't quite put his finger on it... what was it? Something important. He stared at the blank screen of his computer hoping for it to come to him, but there was nothing. Nothing but a flashing cursor on blank whiteness.

And quiet, though not unpleasant silence, aside from the gentle tapping of his pen on his beak. Nothing but...

You gambled and lost.

The egret's eyes opened as wide at they possibly could. That was it. He said the horse had "Gambled and lost." That was the statement that sparked his imagination. But why...

Gambled and lost.

Gambled.

GAMBLED.

With a few short keystrokes he created a new project and quickly typed "Casino" in the name field. He folded his hands together and sat back with a satisfied expression, his mind exploding with inspiration. This one was going to be fun.