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A Second Chance in Life - 1

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Greetings, my fellow fuzzlings, and feel welcome to enjoy this story - created solely by me, but sponsored very kindly by Heru who took onto the idea and allowed me to realize it. I hope you will enjoy this story, and I will look forward to your feedback!

This story features a cameo by draconicon - I am sure everyone who's read his stuff will recognize him - and if you haven't done so, do check it out!

Another cameo is by a character created by Guri .

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Thaddeus Fischer IV had reached the kind of a level of wealth that he was no longer expected to wait for anything he desired. Instead of that, he made others wait for him. This was why when his chauffeured car came to a stop in front of the nondescript industrial building, a brown bear in an excessively loud purple suit was already standing there by the rolling doors and appeared antsy.

"Mister Fischer! Mister Fischer!" the bear yelped.

A dark-suited lion emerged from the back seat of the unmarked city car, and shiny new as the vehicle itself.

"Sir!"

"Yes," the lion said.

His voice was very deep. When he spoke to the bear, it was a statement, not a question, nor a request. He sounded almost loathe to acknowledge the ursine's presence. A necessary evil, if anything.

The bear offered his paw with an eager grin. The gesture showed off all of his perfectly white, capped teeth.

""Dick Suave, sir. I am your personal shopper today at the Dealership!" the bear hurried to speak. "I hope you have had a fine day so far, and that we shall make it even better!"

The lion did not seem to acknowledge the bear's fawning ways, but instead simply gave a meaningful look at the door in question.

"I have been relayed some of your requests - "

"I would like to browse, first," the lion said. "Before any further discussions."

The bear's ears flicked curiously, but he hurried to nod. The customer of course came first. A browsing could mean a good sale. Perhaps even an impulse purchase. These very rich sort could get surprise cravings when they saw something that really...aroused their interest. Often that would not come cheap in a place such as the Dealership.

"Yes, sir, right away, sir! "Dick Suave waved his paw. "Shall we go?"

"Indeed."

They began to move towards the door in unison. Dick Suave maintained a slight distance, to show his respect for the deliberately walking tiger. The outrageously dressed bear tapped an earpiece while they moved along.

"Malarkey?" Dick Suave hissed into the air. "Yeah, Malarkey, Mister Fischer is coming in, I want the great hullabaloo in five minutes, and nothing less! Got it? Yes, you got it! Go, go, go!"

Another tap cut the line. Then the bear's attention was fully back to the lion he accompanied.

"Could I offer you a refreshment before we browse the floor, sir?" he proposed. "We have some very nice organic tea - "

"No."

The bear did not let the lion's rebuttal show in his own ebullient manner. He just decided to talk even more, and to be friendlier than ever. That usually worked. At least the staff performance reviewers spying on his every move over the CCTV would see that he was putting up his best effort into the business transaction, despite the lion's brusque manner in response. Even the best staff could not crack the toughest eggs. He might even get a special commission if the video ended up being used for staff training.

"I understand that it has been almost five years since you purchased your previous unit from us!" said Dick Suave. "And I am very pleased to note that your customer satisfaction rating has remained consistently high, both with the product and with the adjunct services that we provide for our clients."

"Yes."

"We here at the Dealership are extremely happy that you are returning and hope that you will make the best out of the very exclusive deals we make only for our long-term clients. If you would like me to - "

"I am aware of what I am entitled to," said the lion. "I have spoken with your customer representative before coming here."

The bear's ears dropped just a fraction of an inch at the thought that his sales commission might have to be shared with someone in another department, but he was not one to give up so easily.

"I am always very happy to serve a well-informed customer!" Dick Suave sussurred. "Hopefully we will be able to find something that will suit all of your needs - or maybe even give you a surprise!"

"That remains to be seen."

Cut me some fucking slack! the bear thought.

They reached the door, and waited for it to open on its own accord.

"Welcome to the automatic security checkpoint," a disembodied voice noted once they had entered. "Please step onto the conveyor for your automatic security assessment. Please stand still and wait until the entire security check has been completed."

"I am sure you know the procedure for this, sir," the bear noted.

"Indeed."

The two of them stepped onto the dark stretch of a conveyor belt that passed them through a sort of a metallic gate, accompanied by its electronic whirls. A few lights flashed, but otherwise there were no indications of anything happening.

"Safety check complete. You have been cleared. Welcome to the Dealership."

The conveyor belt came to a step, and they returned onto hard, solid floor. A lit arrow appeared there and pointed towards a pair of doors that opened automatically with their approach.

"And here we are..."

The atrium was as much a showpiece as it was a way of entrance into other parts of the building. The drab exterior of the building could not have been less indicative of what laid within, as far as the atrium was considered. Everything was brand new, shiny and polished, obviously set up to impress. The place was also deserted except for the lion and the bear walking through it, but not entirely void of people...at least of sorts.

Interspaced with the ultra-stylish furniture serving anyone waiting their turn were realistic-looking models displaying various dom/sub attire, with the puppets set into interesting poses, as the lion saw when they entered. They had changed since his last visit, too.

A fox in a leather muzzle, making a proper begging puppy pose in front of a scowling wolf holding a leash connecting to an exquisite collar on the fox's neck.

A pair of lifelike cheetahs worshipping on the foot of a bear glaring down at them and stroking a huge cock.

What appeared to be a tiger geared up for full pony play with a bridle, harness, reins, rubber hooves, and pulling a small cart driven by a broadly smirking vixen, her breasts perky and lined with leather.

An orca with a large muscled cougar squatting over the killer whale's snout, with the posture making it rather obvious where the orca's tongue must've been placed, slithering away.

Thaddeus Fischer took them in only casually, and did not linger at these erotic displays and sights. He had seen it all before, and besides that, he did not feel comfortable with public shows of emotional response of any kind. It simply wasn't done, he thought. Besides, he wasn't there to look at puppets when living, breathing toys were found only a few steps away.

He paid even less heed to the projected holograms that showed loud colored, spinning adverts for slave funding plans, legal advisory and medical services, auction houses, and the various accessories the Dealership could provide upon purchase. Indeed the lion acted like a man on a mission, despite the bear's best efforts to sway him into frivolity with his smooth words.

"Our new extremely comfortable full body encasement suits have been very well received - "

"I am not interested," the lion said. "I would just like to browse."

"Yes, sir," hurried the bear. "This way, indeed. Our shop floor has recently been renovated to provide the most agreeable shopping and browsing experience."

They climbed a winding glass staircase up to the next floor. Even the large atrium was but a small part of the entire facility, which extended much beyond the public spaces they would enter during the visit. The same space age design permeated this section as well, with holograms of obedient servants leading the way.

"These private consultations are always a pleasure, sir," Dick Suave spoke to his client once he'd decided the silence had lasted too long and he hadn't complimented the lion and the lion's bank account recently.

"There is no way I would have the time during the day," the lion said.

The bear bowed.

"Hence our pleasure to offer very flexible hours, sir," Dick Suave replied.

They reached a pair of doors. A light beam shone up from above the door and scanned both of them, in one final security check.

"Dick Suave and one customer to enter," the bear announced.

A chime went off, and then the doors opened without a further notice. A vestibule of sorts awaited beyond, with an extra reminder that no recording devices were allowed beyond the next door. The bear did not make the social faux pas of asking the lion about such things. It was too scary to think about what the reaction to that might be.

"We may now enter, sir."

The lion nodded.

The doors opened, and they stepped into darkness, foot falls making loud noises on what sounded like a metallic surface below them. Once the doors closed, the darkness deepened.

The air was still, and cool.

Now this was Dick Suave's favorite part. It made the showman part of him very happy.

"Present!" the bear called out, his voice echoing off unseen walls.

Lights appeared, but the majority of them came not from above, but from within the cages. They had transparent walls on all sides, to allow no privacy, and no room beyond the two by two floor plan they offered, and very little clearance for their heads either. Some of the cages remained unlit and with the transparent panels turned opaque with some electronic action, to symbolize that they were either unoccupied, or their inhabitants had not been deemed suitable for consideration at this time. From the vantage point on the observation deck above the shop floor, they could see the rows of slave cages, with broad corridors across them. The space extended down to the underground and then at least three hundred yards to the other direction, full of the cages. The ceiling was curved and suggestive of a hangar.

A true warehouse of people, the lion thought, briefly, before the idea was shaken away from his mind. Such sentimentality would not do. He was here to do simple business, for his pleasure.

Dick Suave grinned and gestured at the shop floor below.

"Shall we browse, sir?"

"For now. I will tell you if I see anything I like."

"Of course!" the bear said. "Everything you see is available under our many affordable procurement programmes."

"Just show me the way down."

"Yes, sir. Here, sir."

The stairs were utilitarian, and rattled a little when they descended. The bear kept aside the lion, so that he could comment on anything the feline would see or note. Part of his job was reading any subtle cues that showed interest in the customer. It was as close to telepathy as one could get, the bear thought hopefully.

The first cages were located right where the stairs landed, and always contained some perky, attractive specimens, to set the tone for the shopping experience. They would not have disappointed even the most discerning customer at this time. A twinky tiger looked sultrily at the approaching feline, as did the mare in the next box. Both were entirely nude except for the black collars they wore, and a plastic chastity cage for the male and a plastic chastity belt for the female, so that their genitals were well on display yet locked away from any recreational activities of their own choice. A hunky Doberman and a very voluptuous bunny completed the initial examples. No amount of lusty posturing from them - swinging tails, shaken rears, an inviting smile - stopped the lion for any particular time. He simply pressed on. Past the first showcase cages, the floor split into its numerous lanes. The lion would now have to make a choice on where to go from there. He was quick to note the lack of signs or other instructions on where to go for everything he wanted.

"We have some very interesting new additions to the feline selection," Dick Suave pitched in.

He knew he was playing the species card quite early on, but it never hurt to start somewhere.

Thaddeus Fischer looked at the maze of cages. Whenever their occupants noted the gaze of the well-dressed visitor, eager ears and smiles turned towards him, tails flicking, their bodies striking up into display poses that had surely been carefully practiced to show them off as well as they could. Everyone knew that a single moment of shared eye contact could be the difference between a sale and a continued existence in the cages of the Dealership. The lion knew a few things about the trade. He knew that the slaves lived in these cages, only let out for purposes such as dining, exercise, training, education, and other possible special purposes. The rest of the time they were supposed to be either sleeping or looking sexy and available.

"This way," Thaddeus Fischer said.

The bear followed the lion into the expansive canine section of the store floor. Slaves on either side saw them approach and looked eagerly upon the arrivals, the familiar bear, and the client. Doing a good impression on Dick Suave was crucial, knowing that the sales bear usually kept a hot list of especially desirable products.

The first cage the lion approached contained a wolf, maybe thirty years old, and in great shape. Tattoos covered his arms, buff and slung back to show them off to the man whom now stepped closer to the cage. When Thaddeus Fischer did so, the automatic sensor detected his presence and a holographic projector engaged to splash the unit's information onto the surface of the transparent panel separating the lion from the slave within the cage. Slowly scrolling text told all the crucial data on the subject, ranging from age to strategic measurements to vaccination history. The lion did not really pay attention to it. He was concentrated on looking at the wolf, up and down, while the wolf posed and smiled.

"Ah...yes, he is beautiful, isn't he?" the bear smiled knowingly. "He is very highly rated for his fitness regime and physical conditioning."

The wolf under the gaze slowly rotated about and gripped his hips to spread his ass cheeks apart. The young male's tail raised while he looked sensually over his shoulder, back arched, ass pushed towards the transparent wall to show his hole for the prospective owner. It was practically plastered onto the glass, wrinkling and gawking softly.

"Very eager, too, and experienced," Dick Suave said.

Thaddeus looked at the pulsing hole, briefly, before he turned his attention away from the wolf. His tail flagged and his smile faded much like the text that had been glowing on the wall of his box. Now the lion already moved towards the next one that interested him, a few boxes down.

This Malamute seemed to know what he was doing as well. He practically pounced towards the screen between them, on all fours and with his tail wagging and tongue lolling out of his muzzle. He looked curiously up towards the customer, head tilted and all. His tail didn't stop wagging even when lion tapped on the surface of the glass wall to stop the scrolling text that showed the dog's statistics.

"...immersed in pet play... " he read out.

"That is his speciality," Dick Suave said, "he hopes for a new owner who looks for a dedicated dog boy pet."

Thaddeus glanced at the panting, smiling dog, and then at the bear whom had his own perma-smile.

"I didn't know they are allowed to have hopes," the lion said without looking at the Malamute.

"We take good care of the product, Mister Fischer," the bear told the lion. "And unless it goes against the express wishes of the buyer, we do believe that matching the right master with the right servant always improves satisfaction ratings."

"You don't say..."

Thaddeus moved away from the Malamute, leaving the doggie wagging happily nonetheless.

The next box contained a dog of uncertain breed - a slinky thing, whom was standing and waiting for anyone to pass. Upon seeing the lion, the dog immediately turned and presented his ass, tail up and cheeks spread with his paws. Thaddeus observed how the dog tugged on his rump cheeks and then with a mighty effort made his hole gape right open. The lion was almost shocked. He was sure if he'd stepped over to the partition he could have seen right into the canine' guts. The big gape made his asshole disappear into but a thin pink rim about the deep well of the dog's rear.

"Size training, I presume," the lion mused.

"His previous keeper was a horse," Dick Suave said. "And he has continued to practice his skills, much to his satisfaction."

"I can tell."

Thaddeus moved away, and with that the mutt's interest waned, and his butthole returned into normal proportions. Dick Suave hurried to follow the lion.

"If large penetration is to your interest, we have many good candidates available, both beginners willing to learn, and very experienced size queens who are able to take anything, really," the bear went on.

"I do not think that was one of the things I mentioned in the preliminary discussion with your representative," Thaddeus said.

"Ahem..."

The lion's tail swung tersely behind him while he continued along the aisle. Many a hopeful slave to be tried to seek eye contact with him, without success. Perhaps the lion was bored with canines by now. Even the very muscular German Shepherd in one of the final boxes on the row was left pouting and with his knotty erection painfully filling his chastity cage.

"I understand you were looking for someone to add to your household, sir," the bear suggested.

The lion shrugged.

"I think you did congratulate me on my very good rating before, from my earlier purchase," Thaddeus noted. "Did you already forget?"

The bear cleared his throat.

"I mean, sir, that considering you already have one long-term unit, it would be be natural for you to wish to find a certain amount of...synergy between the new acquisition and your existing servant," Dick Suave hurried to speak.

"I believe that will ultimately be my choice, either way."

"Of course, Mister Fischer."

The lion turned into the aisle that led past the cages for the hooved slaves kept in the Dealership. These glass boxes were not larger than the rest, but somewhat taller to better accommodate their statures. Ripped horses and bulls, a zebra, a deer with remarkably large balls compared to his slim physique, they all looked curiously at the lion.

"This is obviously one of our most popular sections," the bear commented. "The combination of a very large penis and a sizeable posterior makes these units very attractive purchases for the discerning customer."

The bear was certainly not exaggerating. Thaddeus moved close to a cage containing one of the horses, whom nickered and bowed his head upon such an approach, and presented his pert buttocks for scrutiny. It really was a perfect, muscled rear, in shape, firmness, and how the braided tail, the heavy balls and the wrinkled hole all complemented it. The text that popped to the wall told Thaddeus that the horse's cock was no less than 13 inches in length and came with an impressive girth as well.

"He is certainly very talented..." Dick Suave noted as he observed the lion's interest at the horse and what he was packing.

"What is his history?" Thaddeus asked.

The bear's gaze on the lion became somewhat out of focus when he activated the retinal projector and linked it with the unit on the cage so that he could view the information scrolling as virtual text past his field of vision.

"Keegan, 32 years old. He has entered servitude at the age of 23 in order to cover his debts. Expected 10 more years of service at the very least. Bisexual with female preference. Has had three male masters and one female master. Trained as a houseboy with various domestic duties besides sexual..."

The horse was eager for eye contact, but Thaddeus looked at the bear instead.

"Looking for his fifth master in ten years,"the lion said. "Any particular reason for these short term contracts?"

The bear looked downwards to scroll along the file. He hoped it would not be too incriminating. This could have been the beginning of a sale, and revealing that the slave was a troublemaker was bound to turn most customers off, unless they were especially looking for something of the sort.

"It appears his previous owners have not sought a more long term engagement," the bear said diplomatically, upon the consultation.

The horse inside his cage struck a bodybuilder's pose and let all of his body jut out in view.

"How many Attitude Adjustments?" the lion asked.

It appeared that the horse could either hear him, or read his lips, because his ears flattened at the mention of that pair of words. Even the bear looked awkward.

"Ah...two...sir," Dick Suave said.

"Hmmm."

The horse's moment was gone. The lion moved away. They might as well turned off the lights of the cage to make it even more apparent that he had not been found to be needed. Neither did the ram in the next box manage to catch the lion's attention, or the vainly posing bull a couple of dark boxes down the aisle.

Dick Suave was not yet too concerned. They had not yet browsed through more than a small part of the current catalogue. He was ready to take his time. Many of the customers liked to window shop, considering the unique opportunity to see so many submissives in one place.They had a special Thursday once a month when people paid to do just that, even if they didn't want to buy.

Usually you had to be ready to buy. That'd keep the clientele to a certain level of exclusivity that the Dealership preferred.

The aisle did a small turn to the right, and towards the back of the long space. The hooved subs were replaced here by the scalies. A green, twinky gecko provided the first taste, by gyrating himself sensuously very near to his box wall.

"Ah, the dragons..." Dick Suave sound almost nostalgic in his opinion. "Rare to see a dragon submissive, isn't it, sir?"

"Perhaps relatively speaking," Thaddeus Fischer said.

In the box next to the show-off gecko, a black dragon sat upon the bare floor, with one foot firmly planted onto the surface of the glass wall while the other he had nimbly pushed up to his snout, also tilted down so that the drake could nuzzle and lick on his own toes. He naturally noticed the arrival of the lion, and gave him a quick grin before his tongue returned to its flicky job of worshipping the sole of his own clawed foot.

"I suppose I don't have to guess what his thing is," Thaddeus noted.

Dick Suave stepped next to the lion. The dragon inside the cage seemed mostly oblivious to their presence, too engrossed with his activity. His tongue swirled between his toes and lapped on his footpads.

"One of our volunteers," the bear said. "enjoys submitting and being owned so much that he has signed an undetermined lease with the Dealership, to be hired out for masters and mistresses by us."

Thaddeus could have told as much. The dragon's raised leg pose exposed his ass and showed both the scaly, firm rump cheeks as well as a pink hole between them. It looked used, even from a distance, puffy in the way that told you when someone's rear had simply seen an extraordinary amount of action.

"A lifestyle slut," was the lion's judgment.

"And a very good one at that!" the bear enthused. "His satisfaction ratings are very, very high. Dedicated to the utmost to service and giving pleasure."

Thaddeus could see the obvious immersion with which the dragon lavished his own foot. Just how much pleasure would the drake take when being pressed under a musky foot, made to worship it for the pleasure of the recipient, not for him, stomped beneath to his true place?

"I am not interested in anyone who works on a limited contract basis," Thaddeus said. "That is too prone for complications."

"This one is not a troublemaker, sir," Dick Suave responded.

Thaddeus gave one final look at the footpads pressed flat against the glass, and moved forward.

"Of course a brief contract may also be of most pleasant kind, to spice up the things!" Dick Suave still tried, even if the lion had obviously made his mind.

Hid client only had to move three cages down before something caught his attention and he stopped. Dick Suave too came to a halt, knowing where they'd arrived.

"Oh, yes..."

A hulking Komodo dragon with a golden nose ring grinned at the lion through the wall of his own cage. His reptilian eyes were piercing and attentive, and bold, as they bore onto the lion. Tattoos around them made the eyes appear even more striking, lined with patterns. Perhaps the most curious detail was that of his chastity device, of a special design that allowed the Prince Albert piercing going through his urethra to be secured into it. His cock appeared large, and turgid, in its own private containment. He looked at the two furs on the aisle with a kind of a detached knowledge that they couldn't help but stare at them.

"Striking," Dick Suave said simply.

The lion had to agree. Even if the large lizard was not something that he had been thinking about when it came to potential additions to his household, he had to admit, to himself at first, that the huge scaley was an intriguing sight.

"Yes," Thaddeus said.

The Komodo Dragon rolled his shoulders and let his tail sway.

"Dominic," Dick Suave noted. "A recent acquisition."

"Returned to circulation?" the lion asked. The guy looked modded enough that either he was seriously into that sort of stuff, or his previous keeper had been very keen to make the Komodo dragon to conform to his idea of what a good slave should look like.

Dick Suave felt a twinge of excitement at the lion's question. Interest had been shown!

"From one of the Alpha Foundation Facilities, in fact," the bear said with relish.

Thaddeus' ears gave a curious flick, although his expression remained stoic.

"Incarcerated?" the lion asked. The tattoos could be prison made, too, he decided.

"Controlled substance rehabilitation programme," the bear said, matter-of-fact. "Agreed to commute his sentence via signing up for service."

Thaddeus sneered at the thought of a former drug user living under his roof, even one of such physically attractive quality. He wondered how much of the muscle had been built in prison gyms as well as in the compulsory physical training imposed on anyone in this place.

"Takes a certain kind," Thaddeus said. "Both to submit and to dominate one like that."

The lion gave the Komodo dragon another thoughtful look before he turned away from the muscular temptation.

"But for someone else," the lion mused.

The Komodo Dragon did not look unhappy at such a resolution. He continued to stare out into the space, even after the two.

"Indeed, sir," Dick Suave said.

The bear was not surprised by the lion's decision. Mr. Fischer's customer profile was not really indicative of someone who looked to tame someone hard-headed. His needs appeared to be of a different kind, and catered for by other subjects in the Dealership's stables.

Thaddeus turned another corner in the aisle, one he knew well. It was a small section, and it had not changed its place since his previous visit to the store. He found his way about there easily. The screen that separated it from the previous aisle was another landmark.

"Ah...the curiosities section!" the bear made it sound as if he himself was visiting for the very first time.

The lion ducked past the screen and into the menagerie of the freaks.

"As I am obliged to note, all of our units here are volunteers, and as per our company policy, we do not trade in units who have undergone involuntary body modification," Dick Suave noted in sotto voce.

Thaddeus Fischer looked about with almost morbid fascination. They were all new to him. He had not visited in a long time, and he knew that turnover in this section tended to be fast. The market for speciality slaves was a thriving one, and when a sought after unit appeared, they did not have to stay long in these display cages before being snatched away.

These people were not told to pose and strut themselves, like the general population of the Dealership's shop floor. Those slaves had to make themselves stand out - these did not have that problem. Here one couldn't choose where to begin looking.

A cougar, sultry eyes and with a generally modest body in all respects, except that a thin white line of a scar marked where the sheath had once been and now there was only bare fur, and his hard cock, in its chastity cage that was of a special model to accommodate his anatomy.

"Circumcision," Dick Suave commented, "it brings out the...endowment very well, doesn't it?"

The cougar looked at the lion through the glass cage, but remained quiet.

"It is quite novel, yes," Thaddeus said," though I cannot fathom why."

"Personal preference, of course," the bear said.

The next cage was even more striking. Whoever this bear was, the bear had started as a female, that much Thaddeus suspected, yet the body had grown to immense proportions due what must've been vigorous weight training, which had flattened the breasts yet they had grown very muscular. Only the large, broad aureola suggested that they were female in origin. Tree trunk-like thighs lined a crotch that lacked testicles, but a small, red penis not unlike the cougar's uncovered one stuck out.

"Alicia," Dick Suave said, "she has recently joined us."

The bear looked at the lion threateningly before striking a bodybuilder's pose. It made her muscles bulge obscenely.

"Who is she?" Thaddeus asked.

"She has worked in the show wrestling industry for a while and is looking for a more steady kind of...employment."

The bear blew Thaddeus a kiss through her cage wall.

"Explains the body, I suppose."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm sure she will make someone very happy," Thaddeus noted.

"Oh yes!"

The varieties of gender expression continued to be the theme of the row of cages. Males with breasts, females with none or enormous ones that seemed to make it difficult to breathe, hermaphrodites, eunuchs, something in-between. Some of them had only assumed the clothing of another gender, often to an outrageous effect. A German Shepherd femboy in a corset, suspenders and lace panties fluttered mascara-loaded eyelids at the lion, looking hopeful. Thaddeus could see the outline of a chastity cage through the underwear.

The lion customer stayed longer in front of another cage, however. The creature in the glass prison stood daintily on four legs and had a long, thickly furred tail. The brown sock pattern furs were highlights on the otherwise pearly white coat of the quadruped. What would have been mostly mundane feline was made even more surprising with the presence of many piercings and the bondage style leather that adorned the curiously shaped body.

"What is this?" Thaddeus asked curiously.

The occupant of the cage gave him a mild look, and a smile.

"That's Sam," Dick Suave was quick to say.

The lion noted that the slim creature's chest had a pair of rounded breasts, but a chastity cage was also to be seen between the rear legs.

"Hermaphrodite?" Thaddeus stated.

"That Sam is," the bear said.

"What is...Sam?" the lion asked. "I have not seen this species before."

"Sam is a hybrid," Dick Suave said. "A perfect amalgamation of homo sapiens and feline DNA. A completely functional hybrid."

The feline inside the cage lifted one of its forelegs and began to preen it.

"Which one did...Sam...start as?"

Dick Suave's ears flickered.

"It is quite the story, sir."

"Humor me."

"Sam started as a medical experiment," the bear noted, after accessing the retinal projector and its swarm of data, "a genetic replacement, as a cure for a particularly aggressive cancer. Sam...Samuel...was terminal and willing to undergo the procedure of genetic injection."

"Resulting in this..." Thaddeus said.

"A change in management resulted in liquification of company assets, including Sam."

"And Sam volunteered for this?"

"Sam understood that becoming company property was the only way to pay for the treatment," Dick Suave.

The lion nodded.

"She must have thought very hard about it before accepting the contract."

"He, actually," Dick Suave said. "Sam still identifies as a heterosexual male."

Thaddeus looked again at the outrageous creature. The cat, with its pierced lip, returned a half-smile.

"Some habits die hard," Thaddeus mused.

The look Dick Sauve gave to the quadruped cat was almost..fearful? He was glad that the lion was moving away and over to the cages containing the nullos. Nothing to distract a man like a few recreational amputations...

"...come on now you useless big lug!"

The voice came from another part of the shop floor, yet close by that Thaddeus and Dick Suave could hear it clearly, even without the echo coming off the high ceiling.

There were sounds of heavy steps, and a kind of a strange, non-verbal voice that followed.

"...come on, walk! You heard me!"

Dick Suave frowned. This was turning out to be a tour of doom, if things were starting to happen out of order.

"Not that way!"

A naked bull walked into the aisle, some 20 yards away from them, down towards the back of the shop floor. Behind him came a brown stallion in a black uniform-style outfit, looking cross and snapping his hooves onto the floor.

"Come on!" the stallion yelled.

Dick Suave tapped his earpiece.

"Malarkey?" he hissed.

Thaddeus looked curiously. The bull was now walking towards them, with a measure of determination to his unstable gait. He was not wearing a chastity cage, and his half-hard cock flopped around from his sheath with his swaying steps. Behind him came the horse who looked very cross.

"YOU STOP RIGHT THERE, UNIT!" the horse yelled.

Dick Suave tapped his earpiece frantically.

"Malarkey?" he growled. "Where the hell are you? Malarkey?"

By now the bull had reached them. His huge blue eyes stared at Thaddeus, briefly, when he fell to his knees, and kissed the lion's shoes. The bull's head carried no horns, and tilted down in obedience, in his lippy attack upon the lion.

"Sir...sir...let me serve you my sir..." the bull spoke breathlessly, almost mooing.

The stallion came running down the aisle. The slaves in their cages forgot their posing and looked curiously after the passing equine. The horse seemed to not even care that there was a customer there, as well as a salesfur, and right now the customer was being mauled by one of their so-called units, whose tongue lapped upon the expensive leather shoes of the lion.

"Let go of him, unit!" the stallion called out again. "Unit!"

"Malarkey - "

"Oh sir..."

Thaddeus looked curiously at both the cowering bull and the horse whom had suddenly appeared.

"That's enough, unit, stop right away!" the horse snapped.

"What is going on here?" Dick Suave yelped. "This is entirely out of bounds! This is outrageous! Supply staff is not allowed on the shop floor during exclusive - "

"This is obviously a mix up!" the horse nickered in reply.

"MMmmmmm good sir tastes so good sir..." mooed the bull.

"Well get him off him!!!" Dick Suave barked. "Right away!"

"I am not authorized to use force in front of the clients unless the units are behaving violently!" the horse answered angrily. His voice seemed to indicate desperation at such state of things. He looked strong enough to accomplish it by brute force if necessary. The bull's huge size might force him to it.

"Oh sir...good sir..."

"Mister Fischer, perhaps we should let the staff handle this most unfortunate distraction!" Dick Suave spoke quickly to the lion whose shoes were still under the bull's sloppy assault.

"Explain this to me," Thaddeus pointed a finger at the bull.

"Sir - " Dick Suave gawked.

"Unit, get off him!" the horse yelled.

Dick Suave wanted to sink under the floor. He could see the commission slipping from his fingers with every second that passed through this disaster.

"Slave, stop and present!"

A sharp voice barked out from beyond their view. The effect on the bull was immediate. He retreated, head hung low, while his rear was lifted and his tail raised accordingly, to expose his ass to whoever could see it on that direction. The lion and the bear were not privy to this view, since the bull's ass pointed the other way on the aisle. Some of the caged slaves did see it, though, and looked curiously upon this sight.

"Sir..." the bull moaned.

A dark shape appeared, down the corridor with swift, sharp steps. He was clad in leather that was as black as his fur - a wolf with sharp eyes, a tensely arched tail and a telescopic baton on an outstretched paw covered in leather.

"You are out of line!"

The wolf stuck the tip of the baton under the bull's raised tail. He did not appear to hit it, but nonetheless the bull's tail jumped into the air and a low, constrained yelp of pure pain escaped.

"AH!"

"Mister Algot!" Dick Suave yelled.

"He is out of line," the black wolf stated.

"Violence on the floor is forbidden at the presence of the clients!" the horse added to the cacophony.

"Maybe from you, Witten, but not from me," the black wolf commented.

"I'm sorry sir...sorry sir..." the bull whimpered.

Thaddeus Fischer frowned.

"Could someone please explain to me what is happening here?" the lion voiced.

All three Dealership staff members looked at the rich lion. Dick Suave appeared horrified. The stallion was concerned. The wolf looked indifferent to anything.

"I assure you, sir, that this is not part of the experience!" Dick Suave mumbled. "I am truly and most sincerely apologetic - "

"Get the transport chair, Witten, we have to clean up this mess," the wolf spoke to the horse.

"But - "

"Do it!" the wolf bared his teeth.

The stallion hurried on his way.

"Can't you just do something?" Dick Suave sounded almost hysterical.

"Yes."

That was Thaddeus Fischer. His intervention brought eyes onto the lion.

"Mister - "

"Tell me what's going on here," the lion said. "Anyone?"

The black wolf chortled. He did not seem to be suffering from the same hang-ups as the rest of the staff members.

"A mistake," the wolf said, "someone was sloppy and let this one loose on the floor."

"He just wandered away!" the horse yelped. "I thought he was sedated!"

"Well is he or not?" the black wolf scowled.

"Can't you discuss this somewhere else?" Dick Suave pleaded.

"There's nothing to discuss," Algot said. "It's a fuck-up."

Thaddeus looked at the bull on the floor, curled in a fetal position. He still had a partial hard-on, throbbing between the legs tucked up to his chest. The huge male's breathing was rapid and uncomfortable. The lion suspected that the baton the wolf carried was some sort of a taser device.

"This does not really look like voluntary servitude," the lion observed.

"Who are you exactly?" the black wolf asked.

"I'm the one who pays your wages," Thaddeus said," or at least one of those who do. And I think that it would be very poor publicity for your facility if something like this is found to be going on."

Dick Suave gawked.

He's trying to use this to blackmail himself a discount! the bear thought.

"What's the story with this slave?" the lion asked.

"Obviously this unit is not for sale!" Dick Suave tried his best at dissuading the customer. "This is an unfortunate mix-up and nothing more, I can assure you!"

"Sir..." crooned the confused bull.

"Why is he behaving like this?" Thaddeus asked.

"His previous mistress was a harsh one," said the black wolf, his voice devoid of true compassion at the bull's fate, "she got tired of him and dumped him here. And now we're supposed to pick up the pieces."

"Mister Algot!" Dick Suave groaned.

"A paying customer asked, am I not supposed to provide him with information on the merchandise?" the black wolf glared at the bear.

Going like this, he's going to sue us and we're the ones paying, not him! screamed the bear's mind.

"This unit is not up for sale!" Dick Suave pointed at the collapsed bull.

"Why not?" Thaddeus asked. "Seems like something just like this would please more than a few of your potential clients. To have a big bull fall to his knees and kiss their feet and beg for the permission to worship you..."

"Oh, sir..." the bull moaned.

"Damaged goods," the black wolf snorted dismissively. "Only thinks about cock and not useful for much else. And the ass...boy...that ass..."

The wolf nudged the bull's rear with the tip of the taser, which caused the bull to gasp fearfully, yet the touch seemed to cause no real pain. Obviously no electricity had been applied this time.

"That black wolfess was keen on big toys and fists...now the bull's asshole is like a subway tunnel. You can't stick anything normal-sized there and feel something anymore."

The wolf appeared almost pleased by this story, at least judging by the smirk it elicited from him.

"Broken toy..." the black wolf rumbled while glaring at the bull.

"Mister Fischer, please, perhaps we should leave and return here once this has been dealt with, and I am so very, very sorry that you had to witness this - "

"No, I find this very interesting..." Thaddeus Fischer said. "Very much indeed..."

The stallion from earlier re-appeared, this time pushing a sturdy wheelchair in front of him.

"Come on now, unit," the wolf nudged the bull's lower back with his boot, "get up to the chair and we'll get you back to rehab."

"Mmmmmm...!"

The stallion locked the wheels of the chair.

"Are you going to climb up on your own?" the horse told the bull. "I'm not going to lift you..."

"Y-yes sir..." the bull mumbled.

Slowly, the bull shuffled and moved to his knees. His tail lifted in what appeared to be an automatic gesture due to the position he was in. Now Thaddeus could see everything that was usually hidden between the bull's butt cheeks and under his tail. The bull's hole was puffy and looked stretched out and somewhat open even on such a casual moment. It certainly looked like it had seen some very heavy use up until lately, and had not been treated too kindly. That did not make the bull's rear any less intriguing for the lion, who watched it all the way until the bull clambered onto the chair.

The wolf and the stallion moved forward and secured the bull's legs and wrists onto the chair with heavy leather straps. The bull sat impassive and without moving, his head hung down. He did not seem to have real fight left to him, but he submitted without questioning or resistance.

"Let's go now," the black wolf told the horse, "you push."

The stallion did not contest this order, but turned the chair about and began to push it down the aisle, under the heavy gaze of not just the lion and the bear, but the caged slaves as well, curious by this spectacle.

Dick Suave was almost at loss for words.

"If there is anything I can do, Mister Fischer..." the bear tried as he gave the lion his most fawning look.

"Yes, there is," said the lion," I want to talk to the manager."

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