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Alright, I'm going to be traveling for the next few weeks, so I decided to rush this one out now. Due to various reasons I didn't really have any time for proofreading, error checking and the like, so it's probably rife with grammar, spelling, and logic errors. Probably going to do that later. On that note, I won't be able to check comments or anything for that time, so if I don't get back to you, that's why. I'll have to get caught up when I'm back.

On the plus side, I'll have plenty of time to write while gone.

Anyway, 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 the large dungeon entryway doors began to open, Dr. Crane slipped through and took off in a full sprint. He was careful not to lose any of the papers he was carrying, but at that moment he was far more focused on speeding to his destination. After having his epiphany to create a casino, then filling in some of the fundamental details, the egret couldn't wait to bring his new plans to Milo's attention, immediately rushing to deliver them.

The timing was a bit unfortunate as he hurried through the throne room and burst through the doors to Milo's bedroom, shouting about the great news. A symphony of grunts and moans filled the air as Milo was in the midst of giving his kangaroo pet yet another an aggressive fucking. It seemed the sweaty weasel was completely draped over his back, busy humping away at the upturned rump. The sudden intrusion made him yelp and fall onto the floor, his bulging cock slipping from the kangaroo's well used tailhole with a loud slurp. He sat rubbing his head while Dr. Crane approached, looking up angrily once he caught his bearings.

"So the trade-off to asking people not to suddenly appear behind me is to have no one understand the concept of KNOCKING? Is that the deal here?"

The egret looked confused as he turned to look at the doors. "Apologies, then... but why wouldn't you lock them if you wanted privacy?"

An annoyed sigh was the only response,as Milo closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his muzzle. "What did you want, Alan?"

"Oh, right!" He took the packet of papers under his arm and handed it to Milo. "I had an idea that just couldn't wait, something that could be your next big project." He waited for the weasel to flip through a few pages before punctuating it all with a flourish, saying, "The Lustor Casino!" with a wave of his hands.

Needless to say, Milo was impressed. His initial irritation quickly faded into enthusiasm as he looked through some of the plans, game proposals, and preliminary designs. This was exactly what he was looking for, a new major project he could really focus on.

In his past, whenever he had any difficult social, moral, or personal problems his way of dealing with them was to dive into his work and hope to forget until they eventually went away on their own. Given the various ethical and metaphysical quandaries that Avarice had sparked in his mind several weeks ago, this was exactly the kind of project he could use to bury them all.

"This looks wonderful, Alan. Thank you for thinking of it and bringing it to my attention so quickly." Milo rose to his feet and gave the surprised egret a big hug. "I really broke the mold when I made you, didn't I?"

"Um... sir, would you mind putting on some clothes if you're going to do that? Your... erection is staining my pants."

"If you aren't going to knock, you need to learn to handle the consequences." The egret let out a nervous laugh as Milo let go and walked away to grab the robes from his coat rack. "So, shall we get started?"

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The next several days flew by as Milo started work on the casino. Really, he could have done the job start to finish in a couple of minutes, but this project felt... special... somehow. That, and it wouldn't be a very good stress relief if he started and finished before he even had a chance to forget his problems. After leaving Bridget in charge during his absence, with Conrad in her care as well, he was more than ready to get started.

A series of blueprints were given to him by Dr. Crane and his crew, something he could use as a reference as he formed the building, floor by floor, piece by piece.

The first floor was something like an arcade, with more physical games patrons could play. The bowling games that the egret recently green lit would be featured here, as well as some others.

The second floor would have a series of television screens and could be used for gambling on gladiator games, or other sports matches in the new stadium. Perhaps some "pony" races would be a good idea too. Regardless, this floor would handle events occurring outside the casino.

Next was something of an auditorium. Something for any kind of magicians or stage shows that might come up, simply enough.

After that, the next few floors would be more like a traditional casino. Tables for poker, blackjack, roulette... craps... keno maybe? That was that a thing, right?

Milo stopped for a moment, standing in a half created floor, only just realizing the he had never actually been to a casino before. Everything he was making would be based on secondhand knowledge from movies and television. He shrugged and went back to work. Whether or not he knew about planning casinos, he could just use the egret to fill in any blanks or errors that may occur. With his moment of doubt dispelled, he went back to work.

It would be most useful to have a food area of some sort, he figured. A large food court with an assortment of restaurants ranging from fast food to fancy could would be natural fit here. That way, no one would have to leave the casino just for the sake of hunger.

With that settled, he added few more floors for games just to make sure there would be enough room for everything.

Finally, with all of the floors settled, he added his finishing touch to the top, a rooftop dance floor, complete with a small stage for musicians. It didn't seem necessary to add any environmental protection given that he was in complete control of the weather, but he went ahead and added a retractable rain guard anyway.

Now that the insides of the building were complete, Milo moved on to outdoor decoration while letting Dr. Crane know he could begin filling the designated floors with appropriate accouterments.

Before he knew it, Milo had finished his task, creating elaborate marble pillars, artistic inlays, doing everything possible to make the casino as beautiful as it could possibly be. He stood outside of the large front doors, admiring his own work and taking a moment to create some rotating spotlights giving it all an somewhat whimsical, though important feel. Plus, since it seemed that the sun was beginning to set, it was nice to have the added illumination. On that note, he made sure to add a few smaller lights along the road leading to the casino, serving as a sort of beacon to help let everyone know it was here.

Something was still missing with the facade's decor though, he stopped and considered while staring at the facade. An idea struck him, and with a grin, he created a pair of massive golden statues of both himself and his patron, Lust, on either side of the entrance. He couldn't help but chuckle before heading inside to check on Dr. Crane's progress. From the satisfied expression the egret wore, it appeared that all had gone well on his side.

"All set?" Milo asked, feeling more proud of his work on this endeavor than ever before.

"My people are wrapping up the installation of a few pieces, but otherwise, yes, everything is ready to go."

The weasel clapped his hand together with an excited smile. "Then all that's left is to summon the new employees and get things set for the grand opening. Are you excited?"

"Ecstatic."

"Glad to hear it. This'll be a great night."

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Word of the casino's grand opening spread through the realm like wildfire. Normally when a new feature was added it was treated as no big deal, almost like it had always existed and nothing had changed. But this... Milo put his heart and soul into this one, he wanted to make sure it was appreciated, if only for a brief moment.

Presently, Milo was standing at the entrance greeting his people, some dragging slaves behind them as they showed up to gamble, get some drinks, take in a show, or perhaps do some dancing. He was happy to see everyone, exchanging pleasantries with them as they passed by, though realistically, he was waiting for a specific someone to arrive.

Sure enough, before long Chas could be seen among the crowd walking along the road. The goat was easy to recognize due to the fact the he had scaled himself up, towering several feet over the rest of the crowd. Once again he was adorned with the same doberman 'suit' from the second time he and Milo had met. As before, the dog's arms and legs were bound behind the goat's back while his ass was posted on the goat's massive cock. He still had the same piercing holding his sheath shut and weighted pendulum hanging from a ring around his balls, swinging them back and forth with every step.

Once Chas made it to the entrance he stepped out of the flowing crowd and walked to where Milo was waiting. The weasel gave a pleased smile and said, "Ah, I was hoping word would reach you. Impressed?"

"Yes, it is quite lovely, Milo. I am glad you have been doing so well down here. You have certainly created a fascinating world."

"Would you like the grand tour?"

"Yes, that would be... what is that?" The goat pointed at a black mass in the distance, traveling through a field at a rapid pace and kicking up an impressive cloud of dust. They both watched as it made its way to the road leading to the casino. As it continued its approach, forcing everyone else to flee lest they be crushed, Milo realized that the approaching object was... a limo? Why would a limo be... oh, no... Milo braced himself for what was about to happen, while the goat's gaze simply narrowed.

Once the limo finally reached the entrance it pulled off the road, parked next to the building, and one of the rear doors opened. The grinning, black suited raccoon that stepped out confirmed Milo's fears, he was about to get caught in the crossfire between gods once again. The goat stepped forward, towering over Avarice and almost growling under his breath.

"What are you doing here, Julius?"

That raccoon winced slightly, but quickly regained his composure. "Well, greetings to you too, brother."

"Get out of my realm, Julius. You aren't welcome here."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. You make a tribute to all things greed like this, and that's all the welcome I require.

The goat was silent for a few moments. He refused to acknowledge the fact, but that bastard was right. Even if the focus of the casino was lust based pursuits, the very nature of the place gave Avarice every right to be here.

"Very well. You can stay, Julius, but you know the rules. Behave yourself or I can, and I will, cast you out."

"Yes, yes," he replied, rolling his eyes, "I may not have been part of forming that little compact, but I'm still bound to obey it. But, since you're being so accommodating, I'm happy to let you know that I invited a mutual friend of ours, one who also has a vested interest in a place such as this."

As Avarice finished speaking, another limo door opened, and out stepped a familiar silver wolfess wearing a slinky black dress, a tiara, an uncountable amount of jewelry, and a long white head of hair reaching down to her knees. Milo shrunk away, discretely hiding behind Chas while the goat uttered only one word, "Gloriel."

With a smile, the raccoon added, "Pride."

"Yes, our little rodent friend was kind enough to inform me of the monument to your own undeserved arrogance that your lackey had created, and I just had to make sure I was properly given tribute."

"Raccoon, actually. Not a rodent," interjected Avarice.

"I do not care, your very existence is beneath me, I am not going to bother learning about you."

A flash of rage appeared on the raccoon's face before he defused it with a polite laugh. "Yes, well, none can stand up to your shining star, my dear. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head inside and have some fun."

As he bowed and left to head inside the wolfess gave a derisive snort. Once he was out of earshot, the goat gave her a warning, "Be careful with him Gloriel. If you were wise you would go back home now and forget this."

"If I were wise? If you were wise you would not try to tell me my business, you insect. I know very well who he is, and I am perfectly capable of handling anything he might try. Look to your own affairs. Now, if it is all the same, I will be heading up to my room."

Just brave enough to respond, Milo corrected her. "Th... there aren't any rooms. It's just a casino, not a hotel."

"Worthless. If there is not a room for me, then I will make one. And send someone up to my room as well, a proper plaything. Can you handle that, little rodent?"

"Y... yes, I'll make sure to do so."

She gave another dismissive snort and headed through the entrance, stopping for a moment to look at the twin statues of Milo and Chas. She snapped her fingers,and a pair of far larger statues of herself appeared next to them.

"Much better," was the last thing she said before walking inside.

Now that they were gone, Milo finally stopping shaking where he stood. He look confused for a moment, turning to ask Chas a question. "Does she really want me to send her a... a sex slave? Aren't you the only one into that?"

Without looking back, the goat responded, "She does as well, but it is different. Far more aggressive. More about domination and humiliation than simple physical enjoyment. It is nothing you would want to be a part of, I will say that much."

"You aren't... mad at me or anything are you? I didn't know this would draw them here like that..."

"Hm?" Chas looked over at the weasel. "No, I am not mad, emotions are a mortal concern. I am above petty things like that. I was just thinking. He is planning something, so I need to keep an eye on him."

"Well. Would you like the tour now, anyway?"

With an aloof nod from the goat, they both headed inside.

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Somewhere between the upper floors of the Lustor, Pride sat back in the fancy hotel room she forcibly added. Her clawed foot paw tapped rhythmically on the ground as she impatiently waited for her plaything to arrive. The wait hadn't been long, but that didn't matter. Any amount of time besides instant was too long, and indicative of the failures and imperfections of her hosts. No one could ever hope to live up to her standard, but such was Pride.

A knocking at the door woke her from the daydreams of superiority with which she passed the time.

"It is about time. Come in!"

The door opened and in walked a uniformed lion, closely followed by the nude, muscular, and nervous looking horse formerly known as Max. The lion began to speak explaining that the room, being shunted impossibly between two floors made it difficult to find, but was quickly interrupted by the irate wolfess.

"The incompetence you people seem to espouse would never be tolerated in my realm. Now leave him and get out."

He gave a slight bow saying, "Yes, of course, Ma'am," handing the leash over, and turning to leave.

"You will call me refer to me as Mistress, if I ever allow you to address me again." He was gone before she could finish he statement, but she didn't care, the point was made. Plus, there were more important things to focus upon, such as the large, shivering horse standing in her room.

A sneer crossed her face as she watched the pitiful wretch cower at her presence. Unbeknownst to her, she had nothing to do with the shivering, but rather because he was still going through withdrawal from the pheromones given off a certain ram, courtesy of Dr. Crane. His training had gone excellently, his mind almost completely broken by his desperation for another fix. It all made him exceptionally malleable and willing to serve, and the best possible candidate to keep the wolfess busy and out of trouble.

He stood, shaking, while Pride began to circle her prey. His ass was plugged and he had an odd gates of hell device wrapped around his long, limp shaft, but that was pretty standard for what she remembered of her brother's eclectic tastes. She definitely appreciated the fat, heavy balls resulting from the lack of release, though.

Having taken it all in, she smirked and looked into his eyes. "Hm. Pathetic, but acceptable I suppose. I need just a moment to change, and we can begin." Her visage briefly shimmered and her black dress was replaced by an outfit made entirely of leather straps and metal studs and buckles, giving her the appearance of a biker. With the exception of a pinky ring with a particularly large gemstone, all of her jewelry had vanished as well. A riding crop appeared in her hand, which was quickly used to smack the horse's rear earning a pained yelp.

"On your knees, worm." Max quickly fell his knees while rubbing the newly formed welt. Another strike from the crop hit his hand, almost making him fall over as he tried to protect himself. "Do. Not. Move. Unless you are told." She squatted next to the jittery horse, using the crop to caress and lift his long, limp, caged shaft. "Yes, I think 'Worm' is a fitting name, is it not?"

"M-m-my name is-"

The crop struck once again, this time on his cheek, whipping his head to the left.

"You may not speak, Worm. Try again and you will regret it. Now, what to do with you... Ah, here' is something you can do with your mouth." She placed her foot on his chest and gave him a shove, forcing him onto his back. After unclipping a strap to expose her moist slit, she dropped down, shoving her mound onto his face. "Start eating, and spread your legs, if you do not want me to start whipping your balls." He quickly complied, driving his tongue in deep and splaying his legs apart as far as they would go. She ran the end of the crop along his caged member before saying, "Keep me entertained, Worm, or I will see how much I can make your namesake swell in its prison."

Max used every trick he learned while in training to try to please the wolfess, even though he was worried that no matter what he did, he was going to be punished. Unfortunately, his suspicions were confirmed when, even though she was clearly enjoying his efforts, panting and thrusting her hips, he saw her raise the crop once again, bringing it down right onto a part of his cock not protected by the cage.

He let out a scream muffled by her pussy, which almost seemed to get her off even more the anything he was actually doing. His arms reflexively moved to protect himself, only to find themselves pinned completely to the floor by her legs. For a moment he found himself confused, since by all logic he should be able to toss her around with no effort. Seeing the crop slowly rising again made him forget her oddly supernatural strength and focus on the task at hand. He desperately tried twisting his tongue while inside of her, swirling it about, hunting for her G-spot, anything to try to get her to not bring the crop back down.

The few moments of anticipation were the worst part as he continued to work her snatch, terrified by the toothy grin that was barely visible over her shoulder. Max let out a scream into her vagina as she brought the crop down for another strike.

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Avarice sat patiently in a lounge area, hands tented over his stomach, and waited.

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On yet another floor, Milo was continuing to show off the casino to Chas. The reactions from the goat thus far were at best inscrutable, but Milo thought he could recognize at least a few impressed grins. Especially when he saw that one game with the colored bumpers and the dildo-iron that, unfortunately, was never actually given a name.

The duo walked side by side through a series of half-circular tables, most populated by a plethora of gamblers and dealers, before Milo stopped in the middle to describe them to Chas.

"Are you familiar with blackjack?"

"Of course."

"Oh, good. Well, these tables are for blackjack, as I'm sure you figured out. The game is played as normal. The special aspect of it comes from the tables. Specifically, what's underneath them. Take a look."

Bending over to peer under a table, the goat could see a platform on the ground with a bound, kneeling female calico cat on it. A black hood with a large ring gag kept her blind and mouth ready to be used.

"This is pretty simple, the platform automatically rotates to the biggest winner at the table so they can get a little bonus treatment. Incentive to stay, you know." There was no visible change in the goat's countenance, disappointing Milo, but he thought the next one might get a reaction. "Follow me to the other side of the floor. Do you know keno?"

"I do."

"I didn't before any of this, actually. Had to read up on it a bit. Here we are."

They had arrived at heavily populated, sectioned off area with several rows of seats. Against the wall there was a stage and podium with a cardinal in a staff uniform calling numbers. An extremely inflated, almost to the point of being spherical, otter was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists and ankles. His sheath was caged, naturally, a black ballgag filled his mouth, and a large snaking tube led from his ass to a tray near where the cardinal stood. The cardinal pressed a button on the podium and after a brief sucking noise and a pop, a small white ball was visible traveling down the tube. Once it arrived, he picked it up with a gloved hand, read the number, then tossed it into a nearby bucket. There was a bit of murmuring from the audience while he pressed the button again to get the next number.

"After each game we take him down for reloading, but we have multiple games going at any moment so there's no downtime." He wasn't sure, but he thought he could see a small grin appear on the goat's face as he eyed the distressed otter.

"Alright, that's all for this floor, what do you think of the place so far?"

"It is good, Milo."

The weasel frowned a bit. "Seriously, what's wrong? Usually you're a bit more... I don't know, enthusiastic about things."

"Hm? Oh, yes. Apologies, but Julius being here, that has me a bit on edge. I do not want to be distracted when he finally makes his move, though I am afraid I cannot stop him."

"Why not? Does this have something to do with the rules he mentioned earlier?"

Chas gave a deep sigh, before responding. "Yes. Do you remember how I mentioned before that at the beginning, my siblings and I were at war with each other over posession of souls, until forming a kind of non-aggression pact?"

"Uh.... I think so."

"The pact itself is incredibly convoluted and complicated with rules governing conduct among ourselves. Part of the agreement was that while we can freely visit eachother's realms, if anyone makes an aggressive move, physically or verbally, against another while in their realm, they can be temporarily banished. But there is a loophole he must have noticed, where if he were to move against another while here... there is little I can do. As long as he behaves himself to me, he is free to remain. And Gloriel is too arrogant to recognize she is being played."

"That's... troublesome. How did he take down Envy then, since he was already Greed by that point?."

"Speed, surprise. We may be superior to mortals, but it is still possible to distract us, if the distraction is sufficient."

Milo wasn't expecting an admission of weakness from the goat, though it was skillfully hidden behind his clearly reluctant admission of superiority. They both stayed silent while watching the otter being lowered for reloading after the end of the game.

"Do you think I could take a look at that agreement sometime? I might be able to find something you can use against him. I used to be a lawyer, after all."

The goat's eyebrow rose slightly. "I suppose there would be no harm in that."

"Send them my way when you can. I'm happy to help."

"To be honest, the best way for you to help would probably be to attack him the same way he did Greed originally. You are not bound by the same restrictions as I, and have shown yourself to be more than capable of handling yourself of late."

"Oh, thank you sir. I've been trying to-"

"The one problem is that he is a mortal same as you. I have always assumed it was so since he has never harmed any of my previous caretakers, but I cannot say for certain that he would not be able to destroy you in turn if you drew his ire. It is certainly his style to hide something like that. But I digress, please, continue on with the tour."

"O... oh. Oh, yes, of course. Follow me."

Milo hoped the goat couldn't see him shaking as he processed that last statement. He never would have stood up to the raccoon before if he knew that it wasn't a certainty that he couldn't be harmed by him. This was bad... what did he get himself into...

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"Do not scream, or it will get oh so much worse."

With a crash, Max flew across the room, impacting the wall before landing on the bed. He had no idea how a single kick to his ribs could send him flying like that, but nothing the wolfess had done so far made any logical sense. It didn't feel like his ribs were broken either, which didn't seem possible.

His muzzle was soaked with the juices resulting from her previous fun, and she had decided to move on to something new. At present that meant simply kicking him about the room. Now that he was on the bed, however, she licked her lips and considered what other games they could play.

With another sneer, she grabbed his hooves, pulling the bottom half of his body off the bed leaving him bent over the edge. His head started to turn to see what she was up to behind him before another strike from the crop halted him.

"Eyes forward, Worm."

His painful, welt laden cock and balls dangled between his slightly spread legs. Pride smirked at the throbbing organs, enjoying the sight of the swollen flesh pressing slightly through the gaps in the cage. Her attention quickly turned to the plug in his ass.

"Hm. perhaps you would do well to learn what a real man does with a worm like you."

He was a bit confused by that last statement, but kept silent and still, not wanting to incur any further wrath. If he had turned to look, he would have seen the air shimmering around her as she spread her arms and threw back her head. The shimmering faded, and in her place stood an identical, though now male version of herself. Pride began to rub his foot long erection while grabbing the base of the horse's plug.

Max's ears twitched when a suddenly deeper voice boomed from behind. "Brace yourself, Worm." He briefly wondered where the new guy came from before he was distracted by the wide base of the plug being sharply yanked out. Unfortunately, a brief squeal of pain passed through his lips earning another crack from the crop.

"For that pathetic display, do not expect lube."

The terrified horse did what little he was able to prepare himself, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. The anticipation was the worst, knowing what was going to happen and now having to wait for it.

The wolf was licking his lips, cock lined up just behind the slightly gaping tailhole, just waiting for the horse to slip somehow. For Pride, anticipation was one of the best parts, watching his victims shaking in fear, letting him know he truly was the alpha, the truest god of all existence.

A solid minute passed before Max finally faltered, unclenching his jaw and barely glancing back. Pride immediately slammed the entirety of his length down to the root, straight into his ass. The horse couldn't help but let out a short scream before biting down on a few gathered bed sheets.

A loud crack reverberated through the room as the wildly grinning wolf whipped Max's back, leaving a welt on his right shoulder blade and forcing out another muffled squeal. Giving a loud laugh at the horse's weakness, Pride pulled out up to the tip and raised the crop high above his head. As he slammed back in, the crop was brought down striking a new part of his back.

This became the wolf's new rhythm, quickly pulling out, then forcing the entirety of his shaft in while at the same time whipping him mercilessly. The horse gave up trying to hold back, screaming and crying at both the pain in his tailhole and on his back. As Pride listened to the sniveling wretch in front of him, he began to laugh manically while increasing the speed of his pounding and causing his knot to inflate.

The combination of flesh hitting flesh, leather hitting flesh, sobbing, and crazed laughter created a deafening cacophony in the room, crescendoing as Pride slammed in one last time, now using both hands to hold Max's rear and using his full strength to force his fully formed knot into the pained red sphincter. With a loud pop, he forced his way through the tight ring and released a constant stream of cum, slowly flooding Max's belly. The horse barely had any energy left to scream as Pride leaned forward and bit down fully on his shoulder as the torrent of spooge ceased to slow.

Pride let out another low rumbling laugh through his mouthful of horse at his Worm's mewling cries. By the time the flow of cum into the horse's backside subsided, he looked almost nine months pregnant. A quick tug of his knot told him they were going to be locked together for a bit, but the wolf was more than happy to remain as is for the time being. Any time spent forcing another weakling to bask in his glory was time well spent.

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Avarice continued to quietly sit in his chair as he watched the crowd mill about, some playing games, some dragging slaves behind them, still others doing their best to keep up with cleaning and maintenance. He swirled the drink he was holding before taking a sip, then went back to his observation with a small smile.

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As Milo continued his tour, explaining his approach to another game while standing next to a large roulette wheel and table, Chas stood off to the side barely listening. While he was genuinely interested in the various oddities Milo had produced, so long as the raccoon was about he had to stay on his guard. As the weasel rattled on, Chas grabbed the top spoke of the wheel gave it a spin. A muffled squeal from underneath the table grabbed his attention, making him squat down to find its source. His doberman suit let out a sigh as the weights around his nuts reached the ground, giving him a slight respite.

A silver metal frame held an upside-down female ferret, tied in a tight fetal position with her arms behind her back. The lower spoke of the roulette wheel appeared to be embedded deep in her tailhole, heavily lubed so it could spin as fast as needed. She was blinded by the tight black leather hood she wore, though Chas could almost swear she was looking right at him. He gave one of her pierced nipples a quick twist before standing up to see the weasel had finished speaking. The doberman whined as the weight on his nuts returned.

"Alright, we're almost done, follow me." They both headed over to a game of cards being played around a large table. There were many additional seats around the table populated by a number of observers watching the competition. "This is something of a game for high rollers with a large buy-in. The game is Texas hold'em, obviously, though with an addition caveat that competitors must bring a personal slave to act as their bank."

Milo pointed out that each competitor at the table had cone shaped device behind them with a slave in varying types of bondage posted on the end, the tip of the cone pressed into their tailholes. The cones had a series of concentric circles down their length, each labeled with a sequential number. He was about to explain the purpose of this all before he saw a brown bear fold his cards, losing all of his tokens. As he bought back in and received a new stack of tokens, Milo said, "Watch this."

The bear's hogtied and chastised fennec slave began to squirm as a set of straps thread through the base of the cone went taught, pulling him further down the cone, spreading him wider and wider until he reached the line that read '2.'

The goat simply said, "Clever," which while terse, was one of the better reactions Milo had gotten that night. That was victory enough for him.

"Well, one more floor and we're done." The goat gave a slight nod, but stayed focused on the raccoon, still sitting alone and waiting, as well as Pride finishing up in her... or rather, his room.

Yes, they were almost finished, he thought with a grimace.

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With one last hard pull, Pride jerked his cock free of the horse's sloppy, stretched tailhole. The buttplug was quickly replaced to prevent any cum from dripping out, though it was now too woefully small to be held in place, easily slipping free. A quick wave of his hand increased the plug to the size of a football before it was harshly shoved back in.

Pride walked to the other side of the bed before pointing his cock at Max's face. "One last thing, to make sure you do not forget your better." A stream of piss came flowing out, not stopping until the horse was soaked, his world completely consumed by Pride's scent. Max was too weak to move, simply accepting the stream until it finally petered out.

"I would thank you for the fun, but you were terrible. If you were mine I would keep your dick as a trophy since it is of no use as anything else, but such is afterlife. Anyway, I should be going. Someone will see to you shortly. Or not. I do not really care, I have far better things to do."

While walking to the door, Pride shimmered again and reverted to her original form, female, long black dress, and plethora of rings and jewelry. Without looking back, she shut off the lights and slammed the door, leaving the horse shivering in the dark.

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Avarice suddenly looked up from his drink. It was time. He quickly stood and instantly appeared down the hall from where Pride was walking into the casino.

"Ah, Pride, my dear. Having a lovely night I trust?" the raccoon asked with a polite, though somehow hostile grin.

She looked over at him, a bemused expression on her own face. "Rather inadequate, but not without some charms I suppose. That is just the curse of you little mortal insects, though, hm?"

Another brief flash of rage appeared on the raccoon's face, though it was quickly masked before being noticed. "Of course, my dear. We insects will never live up to your glory. Actually, since you brought it up, I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining me on the rooftop? There's a lovely dance floor, and well, it would truly be wonderful to share a waltz with the mistress of dance, if you would be willing to humiliate all of the others, of course."

The wolfess rubbed her chin and considered his statement. The sniveling little raccoon had a point, the big public dance floor would be the perfect place to demonstrate yet another example of her superiority to everyone.

"Very well, I suppose I owe it to the rabble to see a glimpse of greatness at least once in their existence."

Avarice gave a slight bow and swept his arm saying, "After you, my lady," with a wide grin. She faded out as she transported herself directly to the roof with the pleased raccoon following close behind.

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Without saying a word, Chas jumped to his feet, startling Milo right out of his chair. The poker players all turned to see what happened before losing interest and finishing the hand.

It seemed the bear went completely bust that round, as he tossed his cards in and his fennec slave was pulled to the base of his cone, ass flush with the floor. His bushy tail whipped around wildly as the tip of the cone had become clearly visible through his stomach. Milo barely had any time to appreciate the work his R&D department did to make that possible without actually damaging the victim before his arm was grabbed, pulling him to his feet.

The goat said only, "Roof," before they both faded out.

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The rooftop dance floor was quite full, packed almost wall to wall with couples passionately dancing with one another, among them Dr. Crane and his ram slave. Shining lights from the spotlights outside gave it all an almost ethereal feel. The stage off to the side held a string quartet supplying the music for the dancers.

By the time Milo and Chas arrived at the roof, Avarice and Pride were already in the midst of a waltz, clearly having wasted no time. The wolfess was clearly the lead, her right arm around the raccoon's waist and holding his right hand with her left.

It wasn't difficult to find them, as every other couple had cleared off of the floor as they came near, giving the two gods a wide berth to show off. All Milo and Chas could do was join the crowd gathered off to the side, watch, and wait. As much as they hated to admit it, the duo did dance beautifully together.

As the two dancers made their way past Chas and Milo, Avarice looked over to see the goat staring him down and grinned.

Finally, it was showtime.

Suddenly, Avarice switched it up, doing a quick twirl and sending the wolfess into a full spin that quickly became a pirouette. After coming to a stop, she growled, "Clumsy oaf," at the raccoon, who was standing still with his back facing her. He said nothing, but quickly erupted into maniacal laughter.

The music stopped as Chas realized what happened, leaving Milo alone in his confusion.

A wave of fear hit the wolfess as she realized her pinky ring was missing after the spin, only to see it flash on the raccoon's hand as he turned to face her.

"Oh, you stupid, stupid bitch." He slowly walked towards Pride, each step somehow making her look weaker until she feel to her knees as his feet. "I can't tell you how long I've been waiting to do this." He delivered a hard kick to the jaw sending her to the ground.

"So full of yourself, conceited and arrogant, you did all the work for me. I can't even feel good about how easy it was to steal your soul, just so pitiful."

A wall appeared between the two, making the raccoon take a step back. Apparently the goat was attempting to stop his newest ascension, how adorable. Avarice flashed him a malevolent grin before disintegrating the wall with a flippant wave.

"Please, Lust. You couldn't stop me even if you weren't weak from being away from your own soul for so long, I've done nothing to you. Still, if you wanted to go bring it here and save the trouble of hunting it down, I wouldn't object."

The goat looked uncharacteristically angry, letting out a low snarl. "Damned mortal swine..." He looked to the terrified weasel at his side and shouted, "Milo! Do something! You can stop him if you attack now! Sic your people on him! DO SOMETHING!"

Avarice laughed again, clasping his hands to his chest. "Oh yes, save her, Milo, fight me, great protector! Spring into action and save the bitch goddess, if of course you think it's worth my wrath."

There was no reaction from Milo, as he had been completely frozen by fear and indecision. His wrath? What did he mean by that? Was the goat's assumption wrong? Is he able to hurt me? If I don't attack and he wins am I really any better off? WHAT DO I DO? Millions of questions flooded his mind before he finally seized up and collapsed.

"Well. Quite the hero, isn't he? Now, back to the matter at hand." He knelt down next to Pride, who had been drained to the point where she looked almost like a mummy. "Tell me, my dear bitch, who's the alpha now?"

The desiccated wolfess rasped out, "Me," before he grabbed her neck.

"Not anymore." He squeezed down on her throat, destroying her body and leaving only a shrunken wolf skull in her place. The skull was quickly added alongside the other two on his necklace before he stood and walked towards the stairs, passing by the paralyzed weasel and seething goat. With a saccharine smile, he said, "Three down, four to go," as he went by, laughing the rest of the way to the stairs.

The remaining crowd was completely silent, no one, slave or otherwise, had no idea what to do. Chas cleared his throat, looking down at his caretaker, crumpled mess that he was.

"Milo. who gave you the idea to make this place," was said, spoken more as a statement than an inquiry.

Milo barely began a stuttering response before the goat screamed, "WHO?" shaking the walls of the building.

Dr. Crane stepped forward from the crowd, sheepishly raising his hand. "That... that would be me, sir. I had the-"

With a slight gesture from the goat, the egret exploded into a cloud of dust, dissipating into the night sky. Milo froze again in wide eyed terror, not sure whether to scream or run.

"Do not make him again."

When Milo finally willed himself to look back to the goat, terrified that he was a finger snap from being banished back to the void, he saw the goat was gone. Milo did the only thing that came to his mind, and fled.