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The words that flashed were as ominous as the sound of doors and grates opening. The clanking of rubber coated metal feet from the sentinels was getting closer. There was little time before they were going to be chucked out of the room, or worse.

"OK, listen up," Vish said with an air of stern authority. "We have to move. Gregor, I want you to take the smallest of them and keep in the middle. Get everyone ready, I'm going to check the map I have."

Pavlor was a bit confused. "You have a map?"

Vish grinned a bit, "Of course I do." He tapped the side of his head close to his eyes. "Ocular implants. Left eye was blind, had it replaced. Handy sometimes. Scanned the map from the console over there before it went out. Now go help Gregor."

Pavlor nodded and moved over. It was rather easy to arrange the captives here in the order requested, since they mostly obeyed Gregor without any resistance. Even the fox Danny was being compliant, who was standing in the middle of the group of pets, wringing his hands together and looking nervously disturbed.

Vish was tapping the side of his head gently, his eyes darting around and looking at some phantom images before him. It was an odd thing to see, and he might have easily be considered insane if Pavlor had not been informed of his little gift. "OK, got it. There is an open service exit just four hundred yards away. We have to take the long way around to it though, there are several pits near it that are probably now open, and I am sure the things inside the rooms won't be passive. Gregor, take up the rear. Pavlor, come with me, we're going to take up the front."

Pavlor nodded and stepped in line. They walked out the door that seemed less likely to have a sentinel near it. The small group huddled with smaller and more vulnerable in the center as they quickly moved around the rooms. Vish's steps were more like strides, and everyone had to nearly jog to keep up. They turned around four corners, took the path straight for three corners, and then stopped abruptly. Against the wall, Vish peered around the corner. "Fuck," he said, "Gotta go back."

Turning back, everyone had to duck inside a room with an open grate in the center. Vish had put his finger to his lips to indicate everyone be silent while they filed in and hugged the wall. Purple-green sucker-tentacles were being rather lazy at the center of the room, acting more like drunken arms.

Inside they waited for a sentinel to pass, listening to its clunking rubber feet as they plunked against the tile of the floor. Vish moved everyone back out and down a few more corridors. It was an impossible feat, having gotten to the service entrance just before them without anyone getting grabbed, or worse. The door was slightly ajar, there was a nasty black spike stuck in it, and Vish eyed in nervously. "Its a gorgon spine," he told Pavlor quietly. "Must have escaped the side room and gone up the stairs. Look," he pulled Pavlor closer and put his hands on his shoulder. "I might have to ask you for something rather dangerous. A gorgon can easily be distracted, and while it is dealing with a catch, it can take a few minutes before it looks for more. They are very poor predators, but effective when they catch someone."

Pavlor nodded, and did not exactly like the direction this was going. His fingers had gone tingly and his ears cold.

Vish continued, "I can get you out fairly easily, but I will need your help. If we see it, you will need to head right up to it, let it take you and do not struggle. If you do, it will sting you with a barb, and... well, the poison is slow, but not always something that can be counteracted. If you don't struggle, you will be fine. Once everyone is safe, I will get you out, but you have to trust me, OK?"

Again, Pavlor nodded, "I trust you, Vish."

The orca gave a smile, "I know. Lets go." He pushed the door open easily and the black spike fell to the floor with a hollow clunk. He picked it up before giving door duty to one of the lizards. They walked up the stairs with a careful slowness; the whole spiraling structure would have been perfect for a castle turret. They followed the orange slime on the floor and were careful not to step and slip upon it. The number of stairs was dizzying, and after something akin to fifteen flights, they came to a door.

It was broken open with the sliding unit for the door grinding with short pulses as it tried to close itself. Orange slime was prevalent, as was a three-fingered tentacle laying sickly pale on the ground just outside. The sound of laser fire and small explosions was barely audible just outside. Vish peeked his head around the doorway and pulled it back quickly. "Its just outside, but it seems to have gotten some of the guards. We can make it to the first door if we are quiet, we need to move quickly and try not to get the attention of those that are caught. Follow me, be quiet everyone."

Pavlor's heart seemed to no longer want to remain in his chest and he was sure everyone around him could hear it. He followed Vish around and caught a glimpse of the monster near the end of the hallway. Before him as the strangest thing he had seen, and he had seen many things. The creature called a corgon looked like the top half of a tall mushroom, maybe six feet tall and seven wide, if the hallway wasn't preventing it from spreading out. The orange skin pulsated like there were several creatures stuck under its skin breathing, and several bright red vertical, diamond-like protrusions were around the side of the mass. Thick, suckery tentacles with three fingers on the tips stuck up from the top, hanging down lazily over the main body. It looked eyeless, though it must have some way of seeing its prey. There was an orca, who's body was just barely protruding from one of the diamond orifices, his face was smattered and covered with some kind of bulbous, pulsating mask. His arms inside the hole, he was being slowly pushed in and out of it, like some odd dildo being stroked. That is when Pavlor realized the pulsing under the skin of the beast were other victims, fully engulfed and most likely being raped underneath. He didn't stop to watch though, and walked up to and out the door as Vish stood with his back to the line of captives sneaking out.

The room they were piling into looked rather familiar. It was similar to the one with the sunken couches that had begun Pavlor's and his orca friends' descent into the dungeon. It had a stage, but with the curtains closed. There was no sunlight filtering in, giving the room an eerie glow from the emergency lights overhead. Flashes of bright light mixed, giving the illusion of some green lightning storm raging outside. The sounds of battle were getting closer, and it was impossible to tell who was who. Gregor and Vish were getting the captives to hide behind the stage, since they figured the pits with couches would be a very poor choice. They did this as the sounds were closing in, and a few orca's in shining green armor were backing into the room. They were too distracted with the purple beams of crackling light bouncing off their armor to notice they were now backing into a room full of former captives. One of those backing up, Pavlor saw, was suddenly stricken in the face with a beam of light. The armor cracked and splintered, sending small fragments all around. The beam of light stopped, and the orca crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. The others took refuge in the nearest pit, hunkering down and talking quickly. "Team four in room D4, request..." was all they got out when the remaining six armored orca's suddenly screamed as the floor beneath them opened, sending them down into the depths of the dungeon. The sounds were cut off as the floor closed suddenly.

The time sitting behind the corner of the stage waiting was torture. Those with him were surprisingly silent, though in retrospect that was easily explainable. The harsh routines used to train those who were captured and taken here could easily overcome such reactions, and even Pavlor himself, though scared enough to want to hide his face, was still uncharacteristically calm. That was until the group of orca's in red and gold armor walked around the corner.

Just less than a year ago, he would never have been able to discern that one face amongst a crowd, let alone obscured by the dimly reflective visor. Pavlor stood up quickly, not even thinking about his actions. His heart had suddenly become light and twisted, warmth spreading through his cold paws. His emotions had gotten the best of him, and all of them turned sharply, aiming their guns at the standing canine. Vish's voice came out, shouting "NO!"

Guns aimed right at Pavlor, and the orca whose face had made the canine suddenly forget himself, hardened and looked wild. No other gun fired, save for his. The sound was like a crackling of thunder in a small can, the flash of light was near blinding. Pavlor barely had time to close his eyes when electricity made his hair stand on end. Heat singed his shoulder and caught a small portion of his fur on fire. He was knocked back, his shoulder twisting painfully as if a sledgehammer had come down from above and hit it. He screamed and fell amongst the first sounds of distress from the group he was with. He felt dizzy and light and his body didn't want to move. Several more shots were fired. He was sure that bodies began to fall around him.

But they were not just bodies. Pavlor blinked to clear his blurring vision, and it only made it worse. Something with a finger stuck to his arm, burning, but a bright flash of purple made it curl up as a chunk of it evaporated. Hands gripped him, pulling him up, holding him without concern for the broken bone in his shoulder. The stinging flash of pain was enough to bring him from his stupor, and he opened his eyes while his vision cleared slightly.

Staring ahead was a severed orange tentacle, not but four feet away. It was twisting like a worm, the cortorized end looking burnt. Someone grabbed him, lifting him up by his sides. There was a prickling feeling in the back of his broken shoulder, then a ripping sensation.

Pavlor looked up wearily. There before him was the person that again made his heart feel light. Sharven was looking at him, his face wild and angered. Words gently filtered into his dull brain, "Pavlor? Pavlor! Stay with me, fight it!"

Fight what? The words didn't seem to make much sense. He turned his head to the side to look at Vish, who was holding a small, black spike in his hands. It had blood on the tip of it, and some greenish liquid oozing from its tip.

"We have to get him out," said Gregor, his voice as distant as Sharven's.

"We have no antidote with us, but the medic copter might have some." Sharven's voice was now hollow and distant in Pavlor's muddled sense of reality.

With a great, dizzying sensation, Pavlor was slung over the orca's shoulder. The motion was more than he could take, and he vomited all over the back of Sharven's armor. Sparks flew in his vision as his body tensed up. The floor moved under him like a conveyor belt, streaking in his vision enough to incite another round of vomiting. Pavlor's mouth felt gross, and he spat out what was left in his mouth before he drifted away.

He came to on a board, his body strapped atop it and a burning need inside his groin. He looked down to see a small machine on his unsheathed erection. It was working up and down slowly, but he could barely feel it. Something heavy felt like it was attached to his balls, making them feel weighted and sore. He drifted back out.

Pavlor awoke to the sun warming his body. He sat up while rubbing his eyes. Sparks flew across his vision, but aside from that he didn't feel any ill effects. The room was a very light pink color. The windows were closed, but the blinds were open, and he could see he was somewhere on the tenth floor, or thereabout. He turned to look at the door, and slumped in a chair, his head back against the wall and twisted in an odd way, was Sharven.

He was sleeping, sitting in his torn shirt and ragged pants. His breathing was slow and gentle. Pavlor watched his chest rising, holding steady then falling relaxed. His mouth was open, making gentle snoring noises during his exhale.

Pulling the sheets away, Pavlor noticed that his sheath and balls looked rather swollen and a little purple in color. With a tentative hand, he touched them, finding no sensation at all. He was numb around his groin and tail, as well as some of his shoulder. He touched his shoulder, finding it had been shaved recently. Only a few days worth of hair was there. Stitches could be felt where he had been stabbed with the gorgon's stinger. It felt swollen still, but thankfully pain free.

He swung his feet off the side and stood, carefully holding onto the bed. He peeked out the window, seeing the view of a stunning park, a street below filled with traffic, orcas and the occasional muzzled pet. The sun felt like the caress of a warm, silk hand on his body. Closing his eyes, he pointed his face into the direction of the sun.

"Pavlor!"

The voice behind him was stunned, relieved and scolding all at the same time. Pavlor turned to see Sharven getting out of the chair, cricking his neck and stepping over quickly. "You should still be in bed!" His hands reached out to help the canine back, pushing him down.

Pavlor raised his hands to hold Sharven's. He grinned up, "Fancy seeing you here," he said with his dry throat.

Shavren shook his head, asking questions like an automatic gun firing off bullets, "How are you feeling, you doing alright? Your shoulder hurt? How's your chest?"

Pavlor gave a little cough, the few words he had uttered had tickled his throat. He nodded, "I'm fine," giving a half-hearted cough.

Sharven pulled the chair over, sitting down next to his canine. "I'm sorry, I should never have asked you..."

Pavlor gave an odd look, "Asked me... what?"

"No, don't worry about it right know. You're fine, and you're home. That's all that matters right now."

Pavlor inched himself up on the bed, forcing his pillows to bunch up under his head. "No.. what..." he started, stifling a cough with as much success as he could stop his heart from beating. "What do you mean, ask? You came to save me... right?"

Sharven looked as if he was about to swallow his own lips, his white patches going a bit red. "You wont have remembered," he said, and fished inside his pocket for a small device with a screen. He flicked it with his finger and turned it to Pavlor's eyes.

On it was a scene of an orca and canine on massage tables. The device must have been on the counter from the vantage point, and the two masseurs were getting up to leave. When the room was empty, the orca got up, making sure the door was locked. He turned, and Pavlor saw it was Sharven. The canine looked up from the bench, and he saw it to be himself.

"I don't have much time," Sharven said in the recording. "I have to ask you something."

"What, anything," Pavlor heard himself say.

"We found out they are going to try and kidnap you." There was some silence before he continued. "They want to kidnap you because of me. The things I have done to stop the illegal trade of pets, among other things. They want to take you to their training facility." Sharven moved around to sit with Pavlor. "We have no idea where it is, but..."

"If you use me, you can find them," Pavlor finished.

Sharven nodded. "I wont say it wont be dangerous, but, we can save the lives of many pets, and stop the... things they do. We can track you with the device I had implanted in you and they wont find it. It's too weak to be detected from a single scan, but it means it will take a while to find you. I wont do this unless you want."

Pavlor nodded, and thought about it. "What... what happens if we don't go through with this?"

"If we have to, they will have to move us and hide us. Granted, they may have to after, but..."

The silence lasted only a few seconds, "I'll do it."

"Are you..."

"I am sure," said Pavlor, cutting off the orca. "Just tell me what I need to do."

Sharven looked mixed, both determined and scared. Its the first time Pavlor had seen that, both in the video and now as he watched it.

"Take this. It will wipe your memory for the last half hour. You will think you were just getting a massage, and won't remember our conversation. Its the same stuff we give to pets who don't get taken, so they forget."

Pavlor took it, tipping the contents right into his mouth, swallowing it.

"Now," Sharven continued, "I will do everything I can to find you. I know you wont remember, but... try... to remember I love you."

Pavlor, looking a bit drunk now in the recording nodded. They hugged, and Sharven whispered something that could not be heard. Moments later, he saw himself lay down, looking asleep, and Sharven got back on his table after unlocking the door. Two masseurs came in, whether they were the ones that left before or not, Pavlor couldn't tell.

Sharven stopped the playback, putting away the device. "I... I didn't know what was going to happen to you. I was sick with worry, until we found you. It took seven months to find you."

Pavlor tilted his head a bit, "Seven..."

"Months, yes. They... well, he reprogrammed you a bit. We had to... undo most of it." Sharven said. The sound in his voice sounded far too apologetic. Before he could be asked, Sharven said, "We had to... do a bit of surgery to remove what he did."

Surgery? Pavlor though, then reached up his paw to rub the back of his head. Sure enough, there was a few stiches back there, and it was a little tender.

Again, before he could be asked, Sharven continued. "They had to remove an implant from you. They have no idea what it would do to you. They thought... removing it might kill you, but it couldn't be left it. You were out for two days longer than they expected... and... I had no idea if you... would..."

Tears began to well up, building behind his owner's eyes. They began to trickle and stream, as if the words he was speaking were instead turning into them. They streaked down his cheeks shamelessly. Sharven whispered, "I thought I lost you." He dipped his head and held the canine's paws in his own hands, that smooth, sleek beak pressing to his fur and causing his tears to disappear.

The moment was quickly broken as the door to the room opened. Sharven's face pulled up and his face hardened. The only traces of his previous emotions were the redness in his eyes and the wet streaks down his skin.

A doctor walked in, or what Pavlor first thought was one. He had on a blue coat and loose green pants as well as holding a clipboard and what he expected might be a stethoscope. A wide, pleased grin came across his face when he saw the bed and its occupant awake. "Ah! I see you are awake!" he spoke in a voice of fake surprise, barely masking the fact he already knew. "Your owner here has barely left your room," the doctor said, barely glancing at Sharven, who stood up to give the doctor some room about the bed.

The doctor placed a warm, rubber cup on Pavlor's chest, though the neck-band it was attached to lay around the orca's neck still. He moved it around a bit, then gently held the canine forward, to check his back. "Gave us a scare, but I knew you would be fine," he casually said, looking at and touching Pavlor's stitches. Pavlor leaned back after it. "I'm Doctor Forp," the orca said, leaning in a bit, "And I must say, it is a great pleasure to finally meet you while you are awake." There was a wink from the doctor, which Pavlor took to mean the enigma of that greeting would remain so, for the moment. "You feeling well?"

Pavlor nodded, "A little sore... and..."

"And?" the doctor asked.

"I feel.. well, just fine. No head aches and stuff. But... my, um sheath." Pavlors voice turned to sound concerned, even slightly panicked.

"Yes, well, we did that on purpose. Gorgon venom is not pleasant, sometimes its victims don't survive. We numbed you a bit, so you wouldn't feel too much pain. Not to worry, it will wear off in a few days still, but no sex for you for two weeks, at least. You have a guest here, he's been waiting a while for you to wake up."

Hreath Xilith walked into the room, his stride was unmistakable, and a well-dressed brown horse followed him. Sharven almost fell over himself standing up, but during his quick movement, he whacked he knee terribly hard against Pavlor's bed. This merely garnered a look of slight distaste from the ambassador. "Please please," Hreath said as he waved his hand in a polite, dismissive gesture, "We are not at a formal dinner, Sharven."

Sharven grunted a bit, holding his knee, but remained uncharacteristically silent. Pavlor had remembered the first meeting quite well, and few, if anyone seemed to have such a domineering control over Sharven.

"I have come to pay my respects, and lucky for me you decided to wake up when I was in the area." The larger, now somewhat more plump orca than Pavlor remembered gave a grin. The horse closed the door, and there was a click as it locked shut. "I have a flight to catch in two hours. Seems I am needed at the world court for some hearings, and I will not be able to join you tonight, regrettably. I was very much looking forward to thanking you both myself, but there always seems to be a need for me to be elsewhere. I should be back in a month or so. Might I count on the both of you for a special dinner in your honor? I would not be happy if you declined."

There was quite a finality in the request, to which Sharven had little choice but to accept with his thanks.

"Good, good. Now, I have arranged a week off for you, Sharven, and a promotion. I would like you to head the SPAC investigative team and special envoy to Frenethy."

Again, Sharven seemed a bit taken aback, though he smiled at this, and seemed to relax more in his chair, almost as if someone had just fed him a spazer cookie.

Hreath nodded and spoke one more time, "And finally, for the both of you, I have persuaded the SPAC to pay both you and your pet a stipend for your outstanding and selfless work this last year. You can figure out how much when you check your accounts. Until we get to see each other again," Hreath moved forward and gave Pavlor an affectionate kiss on his head, the Sharven a very firm and back-cracking hug. For a moment, Pavlor though Sharven's eyes might pop out from the pressure. "In two months then? I shall send word."

Hreath was turning to leave, and Pavlor finally found his voice to speak up, causing the orca to stop and turn. "Umm, sir, exactly what has been going on. I mean," he went on, feeling guilty about questioning such generosity, "I don't understand, aside from the video Sharven showed me of the massage room, not that I remember it."

Hreath frowned slightly in thought. Considering his response before providing it. "Like I have told you when we first met, Pavlor, there are many of us who consider our pets more than that. They help give us life, and are more than simple beings to keep and use. Most of us detest some of the illicit activities of our misguided brothers. There is a movement away from our past as enslavers, and there are a number of those out there unwilling to change with the enlightenment we gain from experience. You have done more than just assist us. You risked your life. And for that, I, and the thousand or so pets you saved from that facility, and countless more who may have been enslaved by them, or worse, has been stopped." He looked at his wrist, upon which there was a watch. The motion indicated that, while the ambassador was most willing to discuss things, his duties were, after all, rather important. "I must take my leave," he said, smiling up with a slight air of impatience. "I shall see you soon."

With that, the two left.

Two days later, Pavlor got his discharge from the hospital. The papers were brought by two special uniformed nurses, provided by SPAC to help assist in Pavlor's recovery while at home.

Pavlor walked out of the hospital into a very small garage that was big enough for only one long car. He got inside the plush interior, sitting down and was joined by Sharven and the two uniformed nurses, though he suspected the nurses were more than just nurses at this point. The garage door opened, allowing the bright sunlight to spill over the car as they drove off. Pavlor found himself snuggled warmly under Sharven's arm as the thick fingers of his owner were caressing his head and ears in a way he hadn't felt in almost a year, though even Pavlor thought he was gone but a single month. With some coaxing during one of Gregor's visits to his room, he got information about the machines they had used on him. Some machines were used to reprogram the minds of pets, and can take weeks or even months before they are let out.

The drive home wasn't too long, and the car pulled into the familiar garage of their house. Pavlor headed, or was more guided, right to his old bed where he and Sharven slept. As much as Pavlor had wanted to enjoy Sharven's pleasure, he was on strict orders not to engage in sex for at least two weeks, or until the numbness wore off, which ever came last. Even masturbation was out, though that was impossible anyways since he could not feel himself. During the first week, Sharven stayed home, playing games with Pavlor, cooking for him, washing him as needed and staying very close to him.

During the second and third week of his abstinence, Sharven was away at work. The promotion came with slightly longer working hours and a brand new, extremely sexy (at least Pavlor thought it was) uniform. They would have a security detail with them as needed, as well as a larger house to move into, and a personal servant. The move would be in a few months, once all the paperwork had gone through.

Currently, Pavlor was playing some board game with both the 'nurses' sent to assist him in his recovery. He had to admit that they both did know their fields quite well, and now they all sat naked at the table, Pavlor rolling his dice and moving the little square peg around the board and landing on a card draw square. The tension in the room was a little high, as his noon examination by the senior nurse, Dace, came out good, and he was cleared to resume his normal sexual activities. The more junior nurse, Yorish, was winning the current game, as he was apt to win more than he lost at every game they played. This game would easily be lost by Pavlor, since his body, now recovered from the poison and induced numbness, was screaming for some sexual attention. He had stopped taking the pills that reduced his body's conditioning, and the effects of the last dosage had worn off half an hour ago. Yet there were still three hours until Sharven's return home.

The game had ended predictably, Vorish winning as he captured the last open space. He beamed with a sense of selfish pride.

"Well," Pavlor said, "Sharv's gonna be home in a little bit, can we get ready now?"

Dace, whose voice was a bit higher and effeminate than most orca's and tainted with a slight drawl, was eager to help. "The frame then?"

The frame was something that Pavlor had purchased on the down-low, without Sharven's knowledge. For his service, the ambassador had gifted the canine a few hundred thousand credits, which he had used to purchase this new item. It was stowed neatly under the bed, which Sharven was known to never look under. Vorish had left to pull it out and set it up while Pavlor helped himself into the special cuffs, waist band, collar, tail bands and sheath ring that were part of the contraption. The main frame was just that, a thick, black rubber coated frame. It was rather boring to look at, as if someone had made an over-sized doorway and forgot the actual door and accompanying wall. It just about touched the ceiling in the play room once it was fully set up.

Pavlor placed his paw on a rectangular depression on the side of the frame, and it pushed out to reveal a small display with a keyboard. Currently the display read:

"The Frame"

Klorre Industries

Verson 6.87

The display also showed the outline of a yellow bar as it slowly filled up, the words "Downloading Updates" inside it. It was a rather quick process, and the screen flashed and rebooted. There were several options, but Pavlor already knew what he wanted. With a slight devilish grin, he punched in exactly what he had been planning on using, then set the activation to his owner's voice. Now all that remained was give Sharven a call and tell him the good news.

Pavlor moved to the display screen where he called Sharven, who answered from his desk and looked less than thrilled. The image of his pet before him, however, turned that around instantly.

"Well! How's my pet?"

"Doing good, I have..." Pavlor responded, but was cut off before he could get much further.

"What's that on your neck, you OK?" Sharven's expression turned stern nearly as quickly as it had brightened.

With a slight frump, Pavlor responded, "I was saying I got taken off my restriction, and I have a present for you when you get home."

It seemed Sharven's emotional displays were about to run the gamut as he looked suspiciously at his pet. "Okay," he said drawn out, "Let me finish my paper work and get home. See you in a short while."

The display went out, and already Pavlor was poking from his sheath and soon sported a full erection. Twenty minutes was how long it usually took him to get home, and Pavlor was trying to find a way to keep himself occupied.

Dace was giving Pavlor a few more rules, now that he was able to engage in sex again. "Now, if you feel a little sore, don't worry. Just make sure you stop if you feel any prickling sensation or cold. If that happens, we may need to wait one more day or so."

Pavlor nodded, his head already flushed warm and his cheeks showing a slight pink under his fur. He opened his mouth and grabbed the gloved orca hand in his teeth, playfully shaking his head a bit. He felt sad about the departure of his new friend, but knew he'd be seeing him again for some checkups in the next few weeks. The hand was tugged from his mouth, and Pavlor looked down a bit, feeling somewhat over emotional. The orca just smiled and turned out the door, getting into his car and driving off.

Vorish had retired himself to the spare room, where the television was now turned on and set to a low, unobtrusive volume. He would be staying a few more weeks to keep an eye on Pavlor's recovery.

Pavlor waited at the window, watching the street intently. Right now, it was the most interesting thing he could do. Cars slipped down the street occasionally but none of them looked like Sharven's. Time slipped forward at a reluctant pace until the familiar car slid around the corner. If anything had been near Pavlor's tail, it would have been sent flying across the room.

The car pulled into the garage. A few moments later, the door opened and Sharven stood there in the living room. He was expecting to see his pet waiting for him, yet there was no one in sight.

"Pav? Where are you," Sharven asked in a slightly sing-songy way. He stripped out of his clothing and dropped them on the couch. A few moments passed while he stood there alone, naked, and expecting his pet to pounce him from around a corner. A slight groan and a squishing, humming sound started coming out of Pavlor's room.

Sharven began to walk closer to the sound and Pavlor's room. He was already expectant; orcan penis showing from his arousal. It hung fully out of his slit, being more dangly than hard. He rounded the corner to see Pavlor suspended in the grip of some rubber tentacles that had sprouted from a thick black frame. The tentacles were thick at the base and thinned out near the ends. Covered in suckers like that of a cephalopod, they were hanging around the canine and moving with a lazy grace. The ends of each of these tentacles ended in slight bulge that leaked out a gooey purple fluid. There were eight of them in total. One had wrapped itself around Pavlor's neck, the suckers slimey with the purple ooze and stuck to his fur. The tip of this one was pushing gently in and out of his mouth and making the purple slime drool from his muzzle. Two of them were coiled around his arms, his paws stuck to the base of the tentacle while it corkscrewed right up to his shoulder. The tips of these were aimlessly squirting and drooling the slime, sometimes hitting his face, other times dribbling down his body. His legs were held up by two more of these tentacles, forcing him to sit down with his knees bent almost to his chest, and his groin and ass exposed. A free tentacle had taken upon itself to play doctor and test Pavlor's prostate, which was causing his dick to expose itself, knot and all. Two more were behind the canine, helping to keep his position so that his more private areas were exposed.

There was a sudden and instant flush of bright pink in Sharven's eye patches at seeing the prone and exposed body of his pet. His erection had gone from dangly to rock-solid in the matter of three seconds. "Pav," the orca said, his voice quaking with excitement. The sound of his voice caused a free tentacle to slide out and wrap gently around his lower back. There was no fear from the orca as he was pulled gently into the area of the tentacles and his pet.

Pavlor gave a mischievous smile as the orca drew closer. The frame had manipulated the orca perfectly for impaling the canine in one shot. Slime has been rudely and forcefully sprayed over his dick, causing the purple slime to drool onto the floor and splatter on those smooth legs. Pavlor closed his eyes and bit down on the tentacle pumping his muzzle.

The orca cock slid so easily up inside the canine, engulfing it in welcoming heat. Sharven gave a lewd chittering moan as he was pushed up inside his pet to the hilt. With some concentration, he stopped himself from cumming right on the spot. Two more tentacles came out and wrapped tenderly about Sharven's body, holding him close to his pet.

Pavlor spoke around the tentacle inside his muzzle, "I need you. Don't hold back."

Sharven nodded, barely able to speak as he felt the tentacles bracing him in strategic locations about his body. His hands found a place to grip, and he started to slide himself back out of his pet slowly. The air between the orca and canine was as hot as their bodies, and the mixed scent of sex between the two species was churning into a thick lust about them. Pavlor's nostrils flared as the long familiar aroma covered his face like a mask. His eyes rolled up into his head and he let loose a shameful moan. Sharven felt his chest twinkle with electric delight, and he had to grit his teeth to fight back teh urge to cum.

The action to prevent the flow of semen was futile. Pavlor felt the tensing and firming of shaft inside him, and he gave a howling moan of need and tightened his muscles around the dick. As the length pushed in, it was treated to such tightness that the seed from below could not be restrained. Sharven bucked up the last inch, fingers curling and squeezing the tentacles in a deadly grip.

"Fuuu.... UUUUCK!" was all the orca could manage as he was edged over by his pet. He felt his seed exploding deep inside his pet. The shaft delivering the white, pearly fluid pulsing and forcing the muscle around it to pulse. Stars gently fluttered across Sharven's vision, and his third pump of cum had caused his pet to orgasm as well. The sounds between them were tortured and echoed off the walls. Canine ejaculate was spitting and sliding down Sharven's chest when he finally had the wherewithal to look down. His pet's body was tense as a tentacle was wrapped around the engorged knot and aiming his spray. Sharven bent slight and opened his muzzle, catching a few volleys of watery canine cum. He closed his beak and swallowed, feeling it warm and tickle his throat.

For ten minutes Sharven remained inside his pet, the muscle about his cock pulsed and milked the remainer of his thick cum out. The tentacles held firm, giving both a place to recline and rest against. Pavlor's eyes opened after a bit, he looked dazed and unsteady. The tentacle in his muzzle was still oozing that purple goop, which Pavlor was absently swallowing.

"Pav?" the orca asked.

It took several seconds but the canine responded with a weak smile and a thumbs up from his right hand.

Sharven leaned in when the tentacle relinquished its intrusion upon the canine's muzzle. The mismatched muzzle met each other and engaged in a weakened, sated kiss. It lasted for a while, both tasting of each other. With the tenderness was finally broken, Pavlor grinned a bit, "Think... Master can give me... one more?"

The orca gave a slight thrust up into his pet, he had not lost a bit of his stiffness. "Just one?"