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OK, here\'s another long overdue installment. I hope you like it as much as the forest.

Now a plea from the author: I need help! My finances are really bad right now, and I\'m asking anyone who likes my stories (and wants me to post new ones on a weekly basis) to feel free to donate something to me. You don\'t have to, but it will help me a great deal. If you want to find out how, please email me. Thanks, and happy reading!

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Pavlor sat back against the wall as the afterglow slowly faded. He watched the creature that had moments before brought him to a quick and mind-bending orgasm. His sheath started filling out again as he replayed what had just happened to him, the quick grab of the tentacles, the force of them as they drew forth his erection and then his semen.

A tall creature walked in silently. His four toed feet touched the warm floor silently as he stood in the doorway. He stood almost seven feet tall, his thick black and white skin marked just like an orca\'s body. His head was rounded and bald with deep blue eyes and a protruding beak that was slightly wider than the canine\'s. The neck of the orca was thick with muscle as was the rest of his body. All that showed on his naked groin was a genital slit and behind him a thick tail ending in fins.

Pavlor stood up, not overly afraid of this creature, but anxious nonetheless. The orca held two leathery straps in his hand as he stood there facing him. The orca opened his mouth and a soft chittering noise came from his throat.

He moved so that he was on his hands and knees facing the orca, his tail up and wagging behind him. The orca moved a step closer, then another. Pavlor pulled his ears back against his head and tucked his tail downward slightly, hoping that the orca would see he was being submissive.

The orca moved until he was close enough to Pavlor to reach out and touch his nose. Out of instinct Pavlor sniffed and then ducked his head slightly to poke under the hand that was outstretched. In a moment, the leather straps were placed around his neck and fastened closed with a lead attached to it. Then the orca reached down and put his hands under Pavlor\'s arms, and helped him up to his feet. Standing, the orca was easily a head taller, and his broad mouth had a gentle smile.

Pavlor loved the feeling of being collared, for him it was always a comforting feeling. Almost every one of his sexual relations had been with him being submissive and collared in one form or another and this collar felt like home.

The orca took a step back, holding the lead to see if Pavlor would follow, which he did. The orca turned his back to the canine and began to lead him out the room. The halls were the same metal as in the room and the floor pleasantly warm. They walked what seemed like a long twisting hallway until the orca stopped. He turned, placed his palm on the wall and a door slid up from the seemingly unbroken wall. Stepping inside the orca looked back. He held the leash in his fist and gave it a very slight tug. Pavlor walked in behind him without any hesitation.

This new room was the same size as the first one. There was a black padded full body chair in the center of the room complete with separated arm and leg rests. The chair was currently reclined.

The orca brought Pavlor closer to it with the lead and then motioned for him to relax upon it. Pavlor was already quite excited again, his sheath swollen and his pink cock tip poking out. He slid himself into the chair and relaxed back against the soft padding, placing his arms and legs appropriately upon the rests.

The orca unclipped the lead from the collar and placed a hand atop Pavlor\'s head. He stroked it a few times while his other hand began to strap the canine in with Velcro bands, then moved over to a panel that was a few feet away.

Pavlor felt the chair begin to vibrate under him, localized in a few areas behind his upper and lower back. He closed his eyes and groaned slightly, feeling his muscles begin to relax and his mind beginning to ease. He felt the thick-skinned hand against his hair again, and opened his eyes to see the orca standing beside him looking down. Pavlor smiled and nuzzled his head back against the hand, barely able to keep his eyes open from the vibrations and the petting.

Fingers wrapped around Pavlor\'s half exposed length, gripping and rubbing against his skin tenderly. He looked down to see the black fingers curled around him stroking slowly. This extra stimulation brought his erection back full, despite having been drained only moments ago. The fingers danced around his flesh, stroking up and down in light touches until the knot at the base of his shaft was swollen considerably. The hand pulled away and reached for a black rubber hose, which the orca fitted onto the canine member, stretching over the knot and locking it in place. He then brought up a breathing mask made of the same black rubbery materials, fitting it over Pavlor\'s muzzle and fastening it behind the headrest of the chair.

A bitter-sweet cold air filled Pavlor\'s lungs, clinging to his body like an icy gust of wind. He shuddered for a moment and then felt his body begin to warm again. Slowly his temperature seemed to rise until he felt as if he were covered in soft, warm blankets. A sudden realization came to him; he couldn\'t really feel the rest of his body. All he felt was the cool air slipping past his nostrils. He had long ago closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of ambivalence. It was as if he had no care in the world.

For what amount of time had passed, he couldn\'t tell, but Pavlor awoke slowly from his torpor to see the orca next to him, still stroking his head. As his sense returned, he could still feel the mask bringing odorless air to him and the collar fastened around his neck, but nothing else seemed to have remained upon his body. He looked down to see his cock retreated into his sheath and the straps removed from his limbs.

The orca kept him down though, his head still bound by the mask and those strong, black hands stroking over his head and chest. Pavlor felt such a sense of belonging here that it almost frightened him. He wondered what had been done to him while he was sweetly incapacitated and noted that his anus felt a little stretched. Had the orca mated him while he was asleep or perhaps done something else?

His thoughts wandered until the mask was pulled from his muzzle. A leash was clipped to his lead and he was helped down onto the floor. Pavlor got a good look at the orca, noticing a big difference from when he saw him earlier. Once he had been naked, but now he wore a sort of firm-fitting uniform made out of a deep red and yellow shiny fabric. Around his chest was a red button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone and the edges folded down neatly from where his shoulders were to where the buttoned portion began. Four stripes in a tight zigzag pattern were across each shoulder and reached down to the cuffs of the sleeves. On his hands were red gloves made of what looked like a leather material. His pants had the same design down the outside of each leg, colored, and he wore black rubbery-looking boots on his feet.

The orca opened his mouth, and Pavlor expected to hear the same chittering noises as before, but instead a deep voice began to speak in a language he could understand.

\"How do you feel, prevalor?\"

Pavlor wondered if the orca had tried saying his name at first, but replied in a slightly shocked voice, \"I... I am well.\"

The orca nodded and gripped the lead firmly in his gloved hand and tugged it a little, Pavlor closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the feel of the collar. \"We have reached our destination and are no longer near your home world. We have taken you, along with a few others of your kind, with us to keep you as fahnshah.\"

Pavlor tilted his head slightly, he though he had heard the words \'fun-shaw\', and it didn\'t quite make much sense to him. His look was apparently expected from the orca, who then continued.

\"Fahnshaw is a word we use that has no translation into your language. The closest it comes to would be similar to a breeding pet. You were chosen because the ferute, the creature you met when you first woke up, accepted your semen as nourishment.\"

Pavlor blinked a number of times, shook his head and wondered if all this wasn\'t some weird dream or perverted joke. Semen as nourishment for a creature? Beings from another planet taking him as some sort of breeding pet? Images of him being mated repeatedly, and given to creatures to siphon off his cum jumped through his mind in less than a second. Each image conjured from his imagination more impossible than the previous.

Pavlor then figured that his guesswork wouldn\'t be as good as asking a few questions, so he mustered up his courage to ask his first question. \"You mean, I\'ve been taken from my home to be used as some sort of sex-slave?\"

The orca\'s face became tight for a second as if trying to comprehend what had just been asked. \"Yes, in a manner of speaking, but not a slave. You see, we don\'t take those unwilling to be with another male, and those not of a,\" there was a slight pause as he tried to find the right word, \"submissive nature. Those that we pick up who do not feed the ferute what it needs are returned, and those that do are not taken if they don\'t show a willingness to submit to us. You have done both, so therefore you were taken.\"

Pavlor traced his memory back to when he ducked his head and accepted the collar. Would he have done so then if he knew what it had meant? \"But, what do you mean, by \'breeding pet\' then?\"

\"Ah, well that I will explain to you later, but for now, I need to get you to your holding pen. We will arrive soon at the orbiting station, where we will need to tag you for the auction. You are an extremely valuable pet, just as dear to us as our own children.\"

\"But,\" Pavlor began, but the gloved hand reached up and held his muzzle shut, \"Hush, I promise I will explain later, but we shouldn\'t be late in getting you to your pen. Please trust me that we will not harm you.\"

Pavlor entertained the idea of not obeying, but there was something deep in the pit of his stomach that got him excruciatingly excited over this situation. He nodded, and the orca responded, \"Good, now follow me and do not talk.\"

Pavlor nodded again, and his muzzle was released. He was lead to the door, which opened at the touch of the orca\'s palm. He looked outside, checking to make sure no one was around before leaving the room and leading Pavlor along. They walked down unmarked corridors for less than a minute before turning into a room along one side.

The room was full of tall cages, each had a mattress and a pillow atop a shelf set into the back. In each of them, Pavlor noticed, were other canines like himself, along with creatures he had never seen before. Some were fox-like in nature, others had scales and looked almost like a dragons, and still others looked like bears. A sudden thought that had never occurred to Pavlor suddenly struck him like a blow to the head, there were obviously many other worlds out there with all sorts of inhabitants, many of whom looked like variations on an animal. Never before had Pavlor thought a fox, or a lizard, or even a bear could have evolved into intelligent life elsewhere. The ramifications of knowing such things would be life-altering.

Before he had much time to really dwell on it, they stopped before an empty cage and the orca opened it. He said in a hushed whisper as he guided Pavlor inside. \"Do not tell anyone you spoke to me. Understand?\"

Pavlor looked back as the lead was unclipped and nodded, the tone in the orca\'s voice sounded slightly worried and grave. The door closed and locked, and the orca smiled one last time and hurried out of the room.

He sat down on the soft mattress and looked around, not quite sure what to expect. He had noticed all the other caged \'pets\' were asleep, and wondered if perhaps he should have been too. No sooner did this thought float into his mind then a soft hushing sound met his ears and he smelled something bitter-sweet again, and he fell lazily back onto the pillow and slept.

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Pavlor awoke to find himself muzzled and kneeling down on a mat. His backside was sitting down upon a thin padded seat, but from the front it looked like he was kneeling down without any support.

Again he felt no fear. It was as if everything around him was just as it should be, and that there existed nothing for him to worry about. He tried to shift his arms, but he felt cuffs holding them down against his side, attached, it would seem, to the little padded seat he was resting upon. His position wasn\'t uncomfortable; in fact it was quite relaxing.

He turned his head and looked to his left. A good ten feet away was another person, someone with scales and rather sharp looking claws. He was muzzled as Pavlor was, his well defined and almost overly muscled chest stuck out under his bowed head. Over on his right was one of the bear-like people he had seen in the cages, muzzled as he was and still dozing with short snoring grunts.

With nothing to do but wait in his quiescent state, he looked down to see his knees spread open to show his genitals, but not far enough to be overtly exhibitionist. He watches as his muscled tensed, making his scrotum pull up and his sheath move. He did this for a while, vaguely fascinated that making his muscles move would result in his body moving.

He felt himself move to the right, as if he were resting on a small conveyer belt. He turned and looked in the direction he was heading, and noticed that the bear was now awake and apparently in the same ambivalent frame of mind as he was. They all seemed to be moving closer to a rubbery curtain, each one disappearing through it and moving them all up one.

Bit by bit he moved closer to the curtain, until he watched the bear slip through and the curtains parted to reveal darkness, and then close. For a moment Pavlor\'s heart leapt, an emotion of excitement filling his chest briefly, before his drugged state suppressed it.

It was his turn now, and he moved through the curtains into the darkness. He felt himself moving slowly until another curtain opened up and he could see onto what looked like a wooden platform. He was brought out onto a stage, looking over a sea of orca heads in the audience.

His chair came to a stop and the sounds of the native orca language greeted his ears from a rather tall one on the stage. The audience, it seemed, were intently looking at him. Words Pavlor could not understand tickled his ears, and he swiveled them as if he could tune into the right frequency. He gave a little snorted chuckle in his muzzle as a particularly vibratory sound tickled his ear.

The orca on stage came over, petted his head and he looked up at him. He noticed in the drug-induced haze that this one was dressed in a firm fitting blue rubber suit with black lightning bolt-shaped designs on it. Pavlor pushed his head up against the hand petting him, nuzzling it and the orca broke out into a rather excited sentence.

Soon he stopped, and everything was silent for a while. Out in the audience he saw some orca\'s pushing buttons on little palm-computers they held while others did nothing. He blinked as a flash of red and yellow caught his eye, and on the end of the first row he noticed the orca, or at least the orca that was dressed in the same clothes, that he first saw upon the ship.

Pavlor just looked at him, watching his finger pressing buttons. It took a while, but the orca on the end was constantly hitting the button on his little computer, until everyone else around him had stopped.

From above, a beam of red light illuminated the entire stage, and the orca on the stage as well as numerous ones in the audience, were clapping for the red and yellow garbed orca.

The platform Pavlor was on then moved slowly to the side as the lights nearly went out, save for a spotlight on the orca on stage. Curtains opened up and the canine was again inside darkness.

He felt himself moving for a while until another curtain opened up and he could see a room where all the previous \'pets\' that had been on stage now waited. They were rather close together upon their kneeling seats ahead of him, all looking mostly uninterested in all that was going around them.

When Pavlor\'s seat came to a stop, an orca in a blue shirt and blue pants came over to him. A green tag with symbols that Pavlor only got a fleeting glimpse of was attached to his collar, and as each new pet came in a tag was attached to each of their collars as well.

Still more timed passed until the room began to fill up with more orcas. Each one dressed differently, but for the most part they all looked exactly alike to Pavlor. They all had different heights and weights, though an odd thought occurred to him, they all looked male, or at least what he could tell as male, seeing as none had breasts.

Then the one wearing the red and yellow uniform appeared before him, looking down and smiling at him. He was accompanied by the one who had been on stage, and this orca was talking with some speed and intensity to the uniformed one. It took little time for the uniformed one to put up his hand and utter a quick noise to stop the chatter, and the other one ceased immediately and reached down to push a button on the chair.

Pavlor felt his arms release and they felt heavy as he moved them up to his lap. A lead was hooked to his collar, clinking dully against the plastic tag there. Pavlor felt his groin warm at the feel of the lead, and slipped generously from his sheath.

The talkative orca began again suddenly excited, pointing at Pavlor\'s shaft. Another quick sound from the other orca silenced this new onslaught of unknown words. With a soft tug of the lead, Pavlor found his footing and stood with surprising balance. The hand of the orca leading him was soon around his shoulders and leading him off through the door.

They made their way out of the building, passing very few along the way. They made it out into a glass lobby, down marble steps and out into the daylight. The color was somewhat different, is seemed as if everything around Pavlor had a golden-white hue. As he looked around, and then up, he noticed, for the brief moment his eyes trailed over the sun, that it looked much smaller than the one back home. He almost tripped over something, but the arm holding his shoulders pulled him back before he had walked over the curb and out into traffic.

The cars here weren\'t anything he was used to as they were hovering slightly over the black grooved street, moving near silently, only the whoosh of air displacement made any noise as they shuttled their occupants here and there.

Pavlor stood there, held back from walking over the street until a shiny black car arrived in front of them. The door along the side slid up to reveal a soft looking pair of seats, facing in the direction Pavlor assumed they would. He was helped into one and then strapped in with a harness crossing over his chest and fastening to the sides of the seat. The door closed and the orca went around and got into the other side, sat down and secured himself in as well. He spoke something and the car began to move off, merging into traffic seamlessly

The orca looked over at him and said, \"So, are you happy to be with your new owner?\"

Pavlor went to speak but then realized he was still wearing the muzzle. After a muffled attempt to answer, he nodded his head.

\"I thought so. But we can\'t take the muzzle off you in public, it\'s against the law. Don\'t worry, we\'ll be home shortly.\" He put his hand on Pavlor\'s head, stroking him gently as he paid no attention to the front view port. True to his word, it took little time for the car to turn into a garage and stop.

The door closed behind them and the orca unfastened the harness on himself, then on Pavlor. By now the effects of the drugs were wearing off, leaving Pavlor his full range of emotions again. Despite this, he still remained calm and rather subdued.

The door opened on both sides, the orca getting out first, and then Pavlor. The doors hisses shut and the orca pointed to a door against the wall in front of the car. They both moved before it, and the orca put his hand on the door and it slid to the side.

Pavlor was motioned in first, entering what appeared to be a living room, complete with a low table, a long couch under a picture window, two chairs and a large screen built into the wall.

The orca gripped Pavlor\'s shoulder and turned him around, meeting his gaze and smiling. \"We can dispense with the muzzle now.\" His hand reached up and undid something, letting the muzzle slack and fall forward, freeing Pavlor\'s muzzle. \"Well now, that\'s better. You\'re probably still influenced by the drugs they gave you to keep you calm. Don\'t worry though, they wear off quickly.\"

Pavlor cocked his head slightly to one side, frowning a bit as he did. \"Drugged me, why?\"

\"Ah, well, some pets don\'t take to it to well to begin with; it\'s a bit much for them to get used to. It also makes the auctioneering better, not seeing a pet struggling and fighting. Aggressive pets don\'t sell as well.\"

\"Sell, you mean, you bought me,\" Pavlor asked with incredulity.

The orca nodded. \"Well, that\'s how we do it. Easiest way to distribute the pets we find, and helps keep our funding for our trips. It\'s not cheap to go out looking for them.\"

Pavlor was still unsure as to how to react to this information, so he changed the subject by asking something he should have at the very beginning. \"Umm, what\'s your name?\"

The orca smiled warmly, \"Sharven is my name but most usually can\'t be bothered with both syllables and end up calling me Ven. And you\'re Pavlor.\"

\"Err, yeah, how did you know?\"

\"Oh,\" Sharven said coyly, \"I have my ways.\"

Pavlor nodded. \"So, why do you take people and sell them as pets,\" he asked with a bit of an aggressive tone.

Sharven looked more serious all of a sudden. He took in a deep breath and released it out the blowhole in the back of his neck. \"Well, I did say I\'d answer that, didn\'t I.\" He moved over to the couch, pulling Pavlor along with him. He sat down and stopped Pavlor as he was attempting to sit on furniture, \"pets usually don\'t sit up here. Come down here, relax between my legs.\"

Pavlor ungracefully complied, thumping down on his rear and getting comfortable between the thick legs of the orca.

\"Now, before I tell you, I need to tell you something else first. You aren\'t to repeat what I told you to anyone, pet or Master. If you do tell anyone, I could be in for some serious trouble and you\'d be taken away to be... re-educated. You can\'t tell anyone, because when pets ask, we\'re supposed to give them this,\" he pulled out a small red pill, \"it makes you forget a lot of stuff, turning off your higher brain functions for a while. I don\'t believe in that sort of treatment, I think it\'s wrong.\"

Pavlor almost burst out to say, \"Yeah, but you don\'t mind kidnapping and forcing people away from their lives, do you?\" and instead just stayed silent.

\"So you can\'t let anyone know that you know. Understand?\"

Pavlor nodded, he felt for some reason that Sharven was putting a bit on the line with him, but the pill that he showed scared him. If Pavlor did do something wrong, he might loose himself entirely, not remember who he is, where he came from. He shuddered at the thought, and it looked as if Sharven could see what he was thinking.

\"OK then. Over 1,000 cycles ago, which roughly means 10,000 of your years, our ancestors thought they had solved the immortality problem. They had cracked the code of our DNA, and thought they had an answer to end aging. They tinkered with some test subjects until they got it write, replacing old DNA with the new DNA. Everything seemed to work out, until, as they should have expected, something went immensely wrong.

\"Though it did make aging apparently stop, it also changed a virus that had infected one of the earliest test subjects. Something happened to the virus; it combined itself with some of the DNA and became a plague we couldn\'t stop. We almost all died out, save for those few who felt that immortality would punish us to oblivion.

\"After the virus had spread, all those who had been treated for immortality died, while the rest of us became infected. To this day we are all still infected, but it only affects those with a certain type of double chromosome, a double X. Yes, almost all living things in our universe that reproduce sexually have an X and Y chromosome, something that had we known much earlier, might have prevented us from assuming we knew everything.

\"To make this story short, we had \'taken\' some specimens from other galaxies and tested them, finding similarities between their DNA and ours and the scientists devised a way for our race to continue, despite our arrogance. With DNA from you, we can combine it organically to create offspring, but the quantities of DNA needed are rather immense. It would take numerous ejaculations to produce the amount of sperm needed to make an embryo. And we have genetically engineered beasts to collect it, store it and help transform it into what we need.

\"So now those of use who can afford it have \'breeding pets\' can have children. Since the quantities of you are limited as are the beasts made for the transforming of DNA, our population is limited on our planet. It\'s much better than it was at the beginning though. Our race was down to several hundred thousand, but now we\'ve reached and repopulated most of this continent, over four million.

\"We have laws to take only those that are submissive to us, those that in some way desire this. Sometimes they adjust and are fine, like you will be, I hope. Other times they re-educate pets, removing most of their mind by wiping away the personality, and made to be nothing more than an automaton. There are some of us who don\'t agree, but we are in the minority.\"

Sharven stopped talking and took at Pavlor, waiting for his response.

It took a little while for all this information to sink into Pavlor\'s head. Dreaming of what he would do, what his race would do if faced with oblivion. He knew that his own race would think themselves superior to any other they came across and would have no problems doing exactly what these people did. He thought about the world he left behind, all his possessions, his job, his home. He wouldn\'t miss his job. His family now so far away it wasn\'t fathomable, he would miss them, but not quite sure if they would miss him.

Pavlor looked up into the alien looking creature waiting for him to talk, and the look in his eyes, they seemed to soften his emotions. Aside from the fact he could see a great deal of beauty in Sharven, and the way his color and thick skin dulled the outline of his muscles suddenly got his heart pumping a little faster. And then, yet again, he thought back to when he allowed himself to be collared. How he had ducked his head and accepted it, in some way, deep inside, he knew that this wasn\'t a play collar.

\"So, I\'m to be used to help you make a child?\"

Sharven\'s features shifted from anxiousness to relief. \"Yes, you will. But it takes months to get enough, and even then there is a chance it won\'t take. But don\'t worry about that right now, I want you to get settled and feel comfortable with me. And we are having guests tonight, so I need to prepare and I want you to help. Purchasing you put a large dent in my finances you know, many of the bidders wanted you badly enough that the bid went very high.\"

Pavlor nodded. Suddenly he felt like a burden upon Sharven, as odd as that may seem. Paying for him, having to outbid another? He wondered where he might be right now had someone other than Sharven had taken him, if he would be sent straight to re-education. The thought made him shudder.

Sharven stood up and rubbed Pavlor\'s head lovingly, then gave the lead a slight tug and went into the kitchen with Pavlor. He really enjoyed the response he got from the canine, every time he tugged the lead he noticed his new pet\'s sheath swell.

Sharven showed Pavlor how to work the appliances. Mainly, all you had to do was speak to them, but on occasion the manual controls were much better. With each appliance they went through a routine to allow Pavlor access to the appliances, as they wouldn\'t respond except to those who were programmed for access.

After getting things settled in the kitchen, they went to the bedroom so Sharven could change from his uniform. Pavlor sat down on the floor watching the orca strip. It was extremely exciting to see Sharven as Pavlor had at first, right after his feeding of one of the beasts.

Sharven\'s back was muscular and strong, if not set under the characteristic thick skin of his race. He back was entirely black, a deep midnight color, that had a dull shine. A muscular hole was at the back of his neck near his skull, which must have been where he drew breath. His arms were black down the backs with a white stripe on the front which reached down to about his hands. His three finger, one thumb hand was all black except the palms and the front of his fingers.

His feet were entirely black though, thick feet with thick toes, the same four digit configuration as his hand. His tail, which to Pavlor was his most exotic feature, was short, only going down to where the back of his knees were. It was finned at the end and looked as it might be great to use in water. The tail was prehensile as well, Pavlor guessed for the most part it\'s use was like breathing, unless you thought about it, it would just work on it\'s own. The underside of the tail to the find was white, like someone had taken a paint roller from Sharven\'s lower lip, down his chest, between his legs and to the end of his tail. The genitals, Pavlor assumed, was inside the folded slit where his groin was, hidden inside like the whales on his own planet. Idly he wondered if the same prehensile properties were true of Sharven\'s penis.

Once undressed, Sharven didn\'t put anything else on. Pavlor asked him if he would be dressing, but was told that most clothing is only for work or functions, but most of the time they went around naked.

Sharven sat down on the bed and watched Pavlor staring at his body. To Shaven, the canine was a creature of beauty. Most orca\'s liked those who had no fur, or had scales. But Sharven had always found fur to be quite warm and comfortable against his skin. He especially enjoyed the knots most canines had. To watch them tied to another being, constantly pumping out semen into their mate was a very big attraction he had.

\"Would you like to relieve some stress before dinner,\" Sharven asked with a slight quiver to his voice.

Pavlor\'s ears perked up instantly, \"You mean, have sex?\"

Sharven nodded, \"You need to cum a minimum of twice a day. Abord the ship you were altered slightly to increase your production of semen. Don\'t want you getting all frustrated on me.\"

\"Altered?\"

\"Yes, we know how to change some DNA to cause things to shift to produce more, or less of what they are supposed to. Your conditioning will take a month to really kick in, but by then you\'re going to be extremely horny twice a day. Until then, I can help you whenever you need it, and sometimes I need it as well.\" Sharven grinned.

\"Oh,\" Pavlor said curtly.

Sharven reached down, gripping Pavlor\'s hands and brought them to rest on his genital slit. The opening felt warm under his hands, and he began to stroke it gently. He had an unfounded fear that he might injure something if he wasn\'t delicate with his owner.

\"Push a finger inside. Don\'t worry, it\'s just a little moist inside, but I assure you, it does taste like cock.\"

Pavlor blushed under his fur. He slid a finger up and down the slit, noticing that Sharven\'s breathing had gotten heavier and the white skin around the slit had become a light pink and was swollen a little. He pushed his finger inside, finding the skin parted easily and found a heated cavity where he quickly found the growing shaft.

The tip of the cock wiggled back against Pavlor\'s finger, and the canine suddenly felt a rush of delight! He pushed a second finger inside and begin playing back against it, the slick inside making it easy to slide around and stroke back against the moving head.

It took very little time for the space inside the slit to become full and the cock to begin pressing out from the security of its hiding place. Now that Pavlor could see it, it looked roughly like what he expected it to, blunted and as thick as two of his fingers at the tip and growing wider as it erected out of the slit. The top three inches was prehensile and it wiggled against Pavlor\'s hand as he grabbed and stroked it.

Clear fluid began to well up and drip from the tip. Pavlor opened his muzzle and buried the cock into his mouth. The taste was different to him, but unmistakably dripping with the taste of male. He sucked upon the length, bobbing his head back and forth quickly and something ancient taking over his actions as he mouthed and suckled his owner\'s cock.

He swallowed it down as much as he could, nearly burying the almost foot long appendage down his throat. The base was wide enough to be as thick as his wrist and folded out some of the genital slit it was hidden inside.

Sharven was gasping and moaning loudly, the feel of the muzzle on his length was bliss! He was concentrating hard trying not to choke his new pet, keeping the tip of his cock as still as he could. He wasn\'t going to hold out long though; he could feel his heavy sack pulling up against his body. He placed his hands down on Pavlor\'s head to hold him steady, chittering out in his own language. Pavlor understood what was about to happen, and held as still as he could.

The cock tip wriggled against his throat, almost making him gag, but he fought back the reaction and waited with tense eagerness. Then he felt the tip straighten and vibrate, and a gush of steamy hot orca cum ejected so hard into him, that it pushed it\'s way down his throat and into his stomach with the first blast.

More cum pumped out, not as strong as the first, and Sharven had pulls himself back so Pavlor could taste and swallow his cum on his own. It was strong, thick and salty-sweet at the same time. The taste was enough to almost make Pavlor cum without him touching himself. He swallowed and gulped down the sticky mass of jizz, listening to Sharven grunt, chitter and moan as his muscles swallowed down the ejaculate.

Sharven recovered after a while, just as his cock began to recede into his slit. He looked down at the messy puddle stained into the rug between Pavlor\'s legs. He leaned down and gripped behind the knot, giving it an expert squeeze and tug, forcing the canine to cum instantly.

Pavlor howled and bayed out loudly as his cum erupted from his cock. It spat so far that it nearly reached the opposite side of the floor under the bed he was facing. The fingers kept an electricity painful grip on his knot, bringing forth such pleasure that Pavlor had rarely seen. His hands gripped Sharven\'s knees, digging into the thick skin but barely scratching or hurting the orca.

Pulse after pulse came out and still Sharven held the knot, waiting for his pet to finish. After nearly fifteen minutes the cock finally stopped spitting out its load, having soaked the rug and giving the room a rather heady smell of dog semen.

Pavlor fell to his side; moaning and grunting when his cock was released, and found himself lifted up and placed gently onto the bed. The bed shifted and Sharven got behind his pet, reaching around him to cuddle him against his warm, thick skinned body. He chattered something to the alarm clock next to the bed while he held his euphoric pet in his arms.