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A climb of [Wooden Stairs] provided access to the second story communal space of the cliffside dwelling, the interior well-lit and comfortably furnished. For the Pals, living conditions presented here were far superior to anything they would find in the wilds, even the meagre softness of a [Straw Pal Bed] preferable by an order of magnitude to the cold stone floor of a [Dungeon]. They'd a [Wooden Roof] over their heads, [Antique Red Carpet] underfoot, the security of [Wooden Wall]s around them, and the reassurance that their Master had made his lair on the floor below, armed with the mysterious tablet that would issue him with an alarm in the event of a [Raid].

They worked hard and had long grown used to the rhythm of their labours, each with their own clearly defined roles and responsibilities about the camp. Consistent effort over the preceding months had led to the gradual expansion of the site, and while the primary contribution of [Alpha Chillet] had been limited to curling up around the [Cooler Box] to keep their ingredients and meals fresh, he was still quite proud to have been a part of things. He loved his Master. And he loved the Pals that lived in the camp with him. And he loved [Lamball Kebab]s, too!

But this blissful life would vanish without a trace if their Master was allowed to achieve his ambition of escaping from the [Palpagos Islands], and [Alpha Chillet], just like every other camp Pal, was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure that the Human chose to stay. According to Miss [Lovander], though now it was 'Miss Vanilla', the best way to make their Master stay was to make his life here more attractive than the one he had left behind beyond the mists. That meant the creation of a debauched paradise for him to rule over, filled with carnal servants devoted to his pleasure.

Every female was to be his cumdump womb-slave, every male a subservient boy-slut, and before presenting the [Ice/Dragon Type] as an offering to their Master, Vanilla was determined to have [Alpha Chillet] well-trained enough to satisfy their Human. Currently, he was in the midst of one of these training sessions, his body looped around side-on into an O-shape atop his [Straw Pal Bed] with his own maleness presented before his eyes. As an Alpha Pal, he was quite a large specimen, measured from nose to tail he would be perhaps three times the height of a Human, and [Alpha Chillet] was quite well endowed even then, his smooth, light pink, cock as long and thick as a man's forearm.

Emerging from a protective slit at the lower section of his pale blue underside, his equipment was rubbery to the touch and quite featureless, a little more aquatic looking than the ridged offering of a [Leezpunk] or an exotic [Quivern]; a droplet of precum already lingered at the tapered tip and he lapped it up instinctively. Her sultry voice came from across the room, the [Lovander], Vanilla, observing him from her [Wooden Chair], “What is the cock of a submissive male for?"

[Alpha Chillet] squinted slightly as he searched his memory for the exact words that she had taught him, “It's nothing but an ornament! There to show Master how much I'm enjoying being made his whore!" He reeled off the words in his sing-song voice, looking rather pleased with himself when her nod confirmed his success. He didn't entirely understand the meaning of what he had said, but saying it seemed to make Miss Vanilla happy, and that was enough for him to be filled with joy. He jiggled with glee and rewarded himself with another lick of his own cock.

“Very good." Her scent was strong in the air, the abundance of [Lovander] pheromones forcing a strange heat into his core that defied his elemental nature, “And where does the seed of a submissive male belong?"

Another narrowing of the eyes as he thought hard, “The seed of a submissive male is only for the floor!" He proudly declared, “A Human-owned boy-whore should be mated until everything that makes him a male is made into a puddle on the ground for them to collapse into! That's called a 'bitchgasm'!"

He'd learned well, and she licked her lips before affirming, “Yes. Plastered over your chest, across your face, or inside your muzzle, all of these are good – but the most proper place is the floor." Vanilla could hardly call herself a fan of innocent virgin types, her brother far more interested in personally breaking those sorts of submissives into complete depravity, but she must admit that she quite liked how obediently [Alpha Chillet] responded to her training.

“Your fur is for Master's superior Human cum, so that you can carry his scent on you. You should only ever make a mess of yourself if it's to make a show for him." She recalled in her mind's eye the distastefully passive lovemaking of [Foxparks] and [Cremis] when they had first raised their tails for their Master. She wanted to present her beloved Master with something a little more stimulating than a mere living sex-toy this time around, “Yes, even when he's mating your faggot boy-slit so hard that you forget that you're even a male, you must remember to be alluring for Master. Every submissive orgasm you have is a victory for him, and it's proper that he's aware of each one of them. He can't understand our language, so you need to use your body to show him your appreciation."

She encouraged him with an upwards tilt of her head, and he engulfed his cock in his muzzle, plying his tongue to the overside as he guided the tapered tip into comfortable pleasure. This was another method of enticing his Master that she had been teaching him – making a show of autofellating himself until he reached the messy heights of pleasure. Sometimes his climax would be striped across his face, sometimes captured in his mouth to be displayed, and sometimes delivered straight down his throat. Oh, but if that happened, he did have to make sure that the ripple of his neck was visible for his Master to notice! His fluffy fur made that difficult, but he always did his best.

Vanilla had been the one to introduce him to the 'game' of mating, and pleasure had become one of his favourite ways to pass the time, his arousal stoked by the [Lovander] pheromones scattered about the camp, and the frequent sight of his Master fucking another one of his Pal to cum-bloated satisfaction. Quite often he would use his muzzle to relieve himself, or capture his cock between his hind-paws and thrust his hips until he sprayed his seed over his lower body. His mind was filled with the fantasies that Vanilla had poured into his ear, dreams of submission beneath his Master, tail raised and legs spread for a proper breeding.

He wasn't quite sure what a 'ruinous bitchgasm' was supposed to feel like, but he was absolutely certain that he wanted to find out. Miss Vanilla had told him that he would never be the same afterwards, and that certainly seemed to be the case for every other Pal that had shared their Master's [Shoddy Bed]. [Alpha Chillet] wasn't thinking about that sort of thing too deeply – he just wanted to have a piece of the intimacy that all of the others were enjoying so much for himself as well. It wasn't fun to be left out of the loop, and he hoped that [Eikthyrdeer] would join them all in Miss Vanilla's lewd utopia in the end as well!

It would be great if all of them could get along. There had been quite the argument lately between the Pals about the prospect of their Master conquering a Human settlement or something. [Alpha Chillet] had fallen asleep at some point during that debate, so he didn't quite know the details – aside from Miss Vanilla informing him with a rare scowl that sometime soon he was expected to 'breed an egg into that islander whore'. He wasn't really sure about that. Only the thought of his Master aroused him now, and the only other way to get his cock out of his slit was for Miss Vanilla to force his face into her reptilian cunt to drown him in her pheromones. Breeding a Human female, or any female at all, would probably be difficult for him to manage.

She'd complimented him on how good at eating her pussy he'd gotten. Not quite as good as [Tombat], though. The addictive quality of [Lovander] femcum had forced the lewd lizard to keep her distance from the feline lately lest she do some irreversible damage to her mental state. A completely broken whore had no place in Vanilla's vision of a lewd utopia – there still had to be enough going on inside the heads of the subservient males and cock-hungry females to be properly devoted to their Master, and completely ruining the trickster Pal would have been something of an own goal.

[Alpha Chillet] just knew that pleasure felt good, and he wanted to give that pleasure to the Pals that lived in the camp with him. And especially his Master. He belonged to his Master, and if his Master wanted him to mate with an outsider female, then that was what he would do – but he really wanted to mate with his own Human first! Miss Vanilla had promised him that today was the day, and as his body was so large, they intended to entice their Master into this upper story communal space rather than ambushing him in his own room.

An involuntary jerk had his lower body thrust upwards, a few more inches of his own cock forced down his muzzle to draw a soft 'mmph!' sound from the Ice Dragon. He'd learned well how to protect his maleness from his teeth and the best way for the tapered tip to press against the roof of his mouth, smearing his maw with an abundance of lightly menthol tasting precum. He needed more, more than the gentle suckling, and soon adopted a slow rhythm to the rolling of his hips as he mated his own mouth, drool and draconic essence beginning to escape his lips as he closed his eyes and turned inwards to the thought of breeding.

His fantasies ran away with him, visions of himself fucked to the same satisfied fulfilment that had [Leezpunk] staggering around on shaking legs while thick Human essence dripped down his tail behind him. He remembered seeing [Cremis] bloated with so much cum pumped under his tail that the fluffy little Pal had managed to drool out some of it. The usually so wholesome [Foxparks] now spoke openly about birthing a near-dozen offspring for her Master so that she could raise them to be a harem devoted to their sire and take her place alongside them. [Tombat] would present her haunches as her Human passed her by, pausing in her work at the [Stone Pit] for him to reward her with a stern slap of the ass. [Direhowl] kept her tail raised to show off her creamed cookie, and [Lovander] was as shamelessly lewd as ever.

He even managed to imagine [Eikthyrdeer] drawn into the pleasure, her little doe tail twitching in time with the winking clit of her cervine cunt. After their Master claimed him, she would be the only one left. Oh, and whatever hatched out of the [Egg Incubator]! He was quite looking forward to meeting his new campmate so that they could be introduced to the debauchery of their lewd paradise. Naturally, his Master was at the centre of it all. Would Human cock taste similar to his own, or would it be completely different? Miss Vanilla had assured him that Human essence was an addicting ambrosia – not for the taste, for that was irrelevant, but for the sensation of submission that came with gulping down the seed of a dominant male and knowing that he owned you completely.

That was the thought that brought him to orgasm, his hindpaws curling to press claws into pads, undertail twitching with an incomprehensible need, his upper limbs flailing and his face scrunching up in pleasure. He was expressive in his climax, his look one of melted ecstasy as a copious load of draconic cream swelled his cheeks. There it lingered until his orgasm petered out, imagining that it was his Master's seed and not his own intensifying the aftershocks of climax. He then swallowed enough down to make it possible for him to open his mouth and display the remainder upon his tongue without spilling any. Just as he was taught, he made sure to show off his throat to Miss Vanilla as he guzzled down what remained of his cumshot, and she rewarded him with full marks. His Master would surely be delighted. He was ready.

Though, Luke wasn't.

The camp was located halfway up the [Plateau of Beginnings], making use of the incline and cliffs to remain mostly hidden from the bottom of the rise, with the patrol of a wild [Alpha Mammorest] to thank for preventing the approach of any wayward Human. While Luke wasn't quite bold enough to make direct contact with their sentry, he did make his appreciation known by leaving out the occasional offering of [Grilled Chikipi] and [Lamball Kebab] for them, and from his vantage point he observed the enormous Pal tucking into the foodstuffs he'd left atop the usual flat-topped stone.

Luke was lost in thought, bereft the usual distraction of [Leezpunk] kneeling between his legs to worship his cock, he perched on the cliff edge and looked towards the distant [Rayne Syndicate Tower] while trying to make up his mind what to do next. He'd finally made contact with another Human, and through them learned of the villainy of the [Rayne Syndicate], the group demanding from her settlement the tribute of a rare Pal egg birthed by the coupling of an islander and an uncommon creature. He had promised to provide the young woman with a suitable Pal to breed with, and truth be told was quite looking forward to having a front row seat to watching the suspiciously perfectly proportioned Human girl get fucked pregnant by one of his Pals. Maybe he'd get to watch her pass the egg, too? Damn. Those [Lovander] pheromones had really done a number on his morals. Or maybe he was just this hedonistic from the start.

But he was still a pragmatist at his core. It was tough for him to get involved without knowing the full picture. Maybe the relationship between the [Rayne Syndicate] and the Human settlement was similar to the one that he himself shared with the [Alpha Mammorest]. Or maybe it really was just a good old fashioned protection racquet. Taking the islander girl at her word could be a mistake, and he had no intention of letting her take advantage of him. Though, asking too many questions might give him away as an outsider, and his logical mind warned him to not get too involved. He'd help the settlement procure an egg, enjoy the show, and use the Humans to gather as much information about the mysterious [Palpagos Islands] as possible. This was an opportunity too good for him to pass up.

The only troubling part was the second step. Of course, he had no intention of actually letting the [Rayne Syndicate] keep the Pal egg. Not only could it possibly be used against him, but some instinct in his gut said, 'that Pal belongs to me, nobody else can have them'. The settlement would make the exchange, that much was necessary to get them off the hook, and then he'd have to conduct a little [Raid] of his own to take back what was his. For that reason, he'd already scoped out the exchange site in the [Windswept Hills], observing a small camp there manned by a collection of masked goons armed with clubs and rudimentary firearms. He wasn't quite sure how well one of those [Makeshift Handgun]s would fare against his [Mega Shield], and had no intention of finding out. This would be an operation by stealth, and inside his head he planned every detail, taking out his tablet to plot fallback positions and hides on his map. There was no such thing as 'too prepared' for Luke.

The man had become so engrossed in his plotting that he didn't notice Vanilla's approach, and he was taken somewhat by surprise when she dropped down behind him to offer up her bosom in the way of a makeshift backrest. He had been looking over his team, the tablet currently open to the status of his main Warrior Pal, “[Chillet], Dancer on the Plains: It can curl up its body and roll around at extremely high speeds. Long ago, people would tie bags of milk to domesticated [Chillet] as they grazed to produce butter using this spinning force." His nose wrinkled at yet another ludicrous [Paldeck] entry, and he leaned back into the soft warmth of the familiar pink mane of his companion as her arms folded around his midriff.

She'd certainly grown bold lately, not only in her lewd enticements, but little moments of intimacy like this as well. Maybe that ironic name of 'Vanilla' had ended up a bit more accurate than he'd imagined – though he knew better than to provoke her by saying it out loud. Not right now, anyway. He'd save that thought as ammunition to torment her when she was in the throes of passion instead, a little needling to have her tighten up her sloppy cunt when he was fucking the cocky Pal submissive. Every time they mated, it was like he had to teach her her place all over again, but that seemed to be precisely what she most enjoyed. Oh, and there was that one time when he'd held her hand and she'd cum herself into spasms over his cock. The resistance she put up to cuddling afterwards seemed to be suspiciously artificial, too…

As if sensing his lewd track of mind (or perhaps causing it, considering how her scent tended to impact people), she drew herself to her feet and him along with him, more than enough strength in her three-metre frame to manhandle her Master. Whether that was her aim from the start, or she was trying to disguise the fact that she'd just hugged him mattered little, “Hey, what's up?"

Of course, she couldn't answer, but a beckoning finger was something of a universal gesture, one she gave after releasing him and taking a step back. Luke tried to keep the grin from his face. She'd a mischievous look in her eyes, the sort of sultry expression that informed him that he would be well served by indulging her. After all, she'd worn the same face when she'd presented [Foxparks] for him not too long ago, and that evening had ended with him womb-fucking the little vulpine Pal until her belly was bloated and her spade gaped to stream out his cum over her tail.

Who would it be this time? He couldn't help but get a little ahead of himself in his thoughts. Only [Alpha Chillet] and [Eikthyrdeer] were left, and his mind quickly changed track from the serious planning of a [Raid] against the [Rayne Syndicate] to fantasies of cervine pussy and draconic slit, “Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming." Maybe a little break was just what he needed. Though really, he'd grown so sexually charged over the last few months of non-stop exotic beast sex that there was little chance of him turning his nose up at a thing the lewd lizard offered him by now. Even if what awaited him at the end of this was not another of his Pals in submission, but the [Lovander] spreading her legs for a quickie, he would graciously devour the gift of it.

Vanilla was quite pleased that her Master was being so obliging. He seemed to trust her intent, and that was an important part of staking her place as Queen of the lewd utopia that she intended to build around the Human. Her plan had progressed in leaps and bounds over the last few months, and now only [Eikthyrdeer] was the last real holdout to their objective of seducing Luke into giving up on escaping the [Palpagos Islands]. Soon enough, her time would come, and the debauched Pal had promised herself to make of that prudish doe the most pleasure-addicted and devoted cumslut of them all. At this point, her continued resistance simply heightened the anticipation for the inevitable moment when she would surrender to their Master and receive the cunt-busting fuck that she was due from his superior Human cock. Oh, how wonderful it would be to see that stern countenance twisted into misty-eyed pleasure when her Master fondled her lewd crotch-tits and pumped her cervine pussy full of his cream.

Ah, she'd better not get too distracted herself. Suffused with her pheromones, the camp had slowly become a place where it was easy for ones mind to drift towards the carnal at any time that thoughts were allowed to wander, and even she was not immune to the debauched environment that she had created. She led her Master towards the primary structure of the camp, and for a moment allowed her gaze to drift down to the lower story that he occupied, glimpsing the [Egg Incubator] through an open window. Whatever manner of Pal hatched from the egg within, she would make sure that they were moulded into yet another whore for her Master to enjoy – much like the well-trained slut she was leading him to.

The rest of the camp was hard at work and paid them little mind, aside from [Leezpunk] who paused in his crafting to fixate his Master with an oddly meaningful look. He'd been getting a lot of those lately, though Luke generally interpreted them as nothing more than the affection shared between those that indulged in pleasure together to keep at bay the urges brought on by having a [Lovander] prowling around the campsite. It was obviously nothing but kinship. Imagining that any of the Pals had any deeper feelings for him would have been the height of conceit, and not a mistake he was likely to make any time soon. Luke would enjoy the debauchery of the [Palpagos Islands], and then one day his time here would be naught but a happy memory – for him, and hopefully the Pals as well. He didn't imagine that any of them were that attached to him, and he guarded his heart to not become so bound either. Difficult though that could be sometimes. Especially these days...

He ascended the ramp, Vanilla ahead of him to block with her body his line of sight into the communal space until he was properly past the threshold. It was then that she stepped aside to unveil her gift to him.

[Alpha Chillet] was quite a flexible creature, the Ice Dragon having layered himself over his [Straw Pal Bed] to render his hindlegs spread wide, his slit and undertail keenly presented to his Master at the base of his light underside. His hindclaws gently clenched and unclenched into turquoise pads, his forelimbs shaking from side to side as his upper body gave a happy jiggle at the sight of him. His back shuffled against the bedding; an abundance of deep blue fur spread out beneath him as his tail flicked seductively to the side, his eyes misty as he made his desire known. Or rather, Vanilla made his desire known when she dropped down next to him and used her fingers to spread his slit, providing a lewd display of glistening pink.

Luke gulped. He thought he'd grown used to the rather straightforward way these carnal encounters tended to unfold, but how completely forthright these Pals could be in their desires still would give him pause sometimes. Though, an opportunist like him would never hesitate for long. Another Pal that wanted to mate with him was being served up, and he was past thinking too deeply about it. That just seemed to be the way it was on the [Palpagos Islands]. His brainpower was better spent on how to make this good for his most jolly companion.

It was difficult to tell at a glance that the Ice Dragon was a male at all. Quite unlike the utilitarian groove that housed [Leezpunk]'s reptilian cock, there seemed to be quite a lot of give here, with enough loose flesh for Vanilla to lightly spread the submissive male with her large fingers. The slightly deeper shade of pink that marked the top was the bottomside of his cock, the tapered tip caught in the fold of flesh and restrained there as if held in a natural chastity cage, entirely unable to emerge from the slit without some serious repositioning no matter how deep the squirming male's arousal. The abundance of precum slickening the opening showed that there was no stymying of pleasure either, and that knowledge was enough to put quite the lecherous grin on Luke's face.

A little of those fluids were already trickling out to pool at the base of his tail where the indentation of his other opening twitched in response to his gaze. For [Alpha Chillet] it was involuntary, the presence of his Master stirring submissive instincts that he didn't know that he had, invoking a strange need in him. His inner voice told him that it was proper to bow to the male that he belonged to, that his body belonged to him, and that it was right for the person with power over him to use him as he saw fit. The strong ruled, the weak were at their mercy, and the power dynamic of the [Pal Sphere] made it absolutely clear who held mastery over him.

Up until this moment, mating had been nothing but a game for him, a playtime that he would share with Vanilla with the promise that soon he would be able to enjoy such intimacy with his beloved Master as well. But now it was different. The embers in his core that were kindled by [Lovander] pheromones exploded into a raging inferno, lust sublimating all thoughts but one, the desire to breed, the need to submit to his male. For Vanilla, the change was as clear as day, and she smirked her victory as she withdrew for her Master to have his fun. As far as she was concerned, her job was now complete.

There was a slight chill to the room, though a nearby [Mounted Torch] did much to counteract the cold – and it was nowhere near enough to wither Luke's desire. He dropped to his knees beside his Pal, the breath of his submissive male quickening as proximity demanded more precum to trickle out of that needy slit. He found the opening fascinating, placing a hand on the pale fur of [Alpha Chillet]'s lower abdomen and slowly tracing his fingers down until they found wet flesh, the first two curling into that pliable slit. He was mindful not to dislodge their cock, instinct telling him that if he allowed it to emerge in full then he would be denied the fun of this male-cunt, so his thumb secured the straining tip of their tapered maleness as he explored his plaything.

[Alpha Chillet] moaned, the breathy sound of submission quite different to the usual tone of his pleasure when the [Lovander] would play with him, “Master…!" His fingertips were tracing the length of his captured cock, his knuckles stretching out his slit, and the strange sense of pressure made his maleness throb, divesting more fluids to further flood his presented opening, “Please…!" He wasn't sure what he was asking for, but he knew that he wanted whatever it was, “More…!"

It took Luke by surprise when the Ice Dragon quivered beneath him, writhing desperately in a submissive orgasm that seemed to have come out of nowhere. The pressure of his fingers against their restrained cock, the stretch of his knuckles against their slit, the force of his arm as he explored their insides, it combined to reward him with the sight of a flooded out male-cunt, a messy climax that streamed against his palm and dripped down against the furred tailbase. Still painfully erect, but unable to free themselves from their slit, [Alpha Chillet] took deep breaths, his expression one of absolute bliss. Looking at him only made Luke want to make even more of a mess of the innocent Pal.

He looked to the mess of white upon his palm and unable to restrain his curiosity, found himself taking a lick, the essence of Ice and Dragon upon his tongue. There was an electrifying potency to it, a deep musk, and a slightly menthol tone that matched the scent of [Alpha Chillet] well. Luke smiled, “Peppermint." That is what the taste put him in mind of, “That's your name from now on. Mint for short." Maybe a little on the nose, but it matched the Pal well. Though, he didn't give any time for that name to sink in before twisting his fingers back into their flooded slit to stir up their leaking essence with a lewd sloppy whisking.

Mint bucked his hips into the motion, insides that were designed only to hold his own cock beaten into submission, pliable flesh stretched with every undulation of his Master's fingers. There was no shortage of lubrication, the cum production of an Alpha Pal more abundant than any other, and his internal testes churned up a steady stream of male submission, enough for it to have already overcome the absorbency of his tailbase fur and begin to pool beneath him. His moans had no rhythm to him, his breath lost to the pleasure of the moment, his skyward limbs flailing impotently as they sought to cling to something.

Luke was quite enjoying himself. The Ice Dragon was extremely reactive to pleasure, his every motion rewarded with some twitch or jolt, a clenching of claws or a pitched whine of submission. Wet and needy, with the lower regions of their flexible body thrusting against his hand, he made sport of his toy, stretching out their slit as he explored their insides. This Pal belonged to him completely, so he would claim them however he desired. That was the thought that went through his head when he opened up the front of his [Pelt Armour] to layer his cock over the cool groove of a wet male-cunt.

The response was immediate, another deep whine as the body heat of his Master's cock had the nethers of the submissive male throb with need. Mint immediately shifted himself, thrusting up his hindquarters in offering, leveraging his flexible body to provide his Master with the perfect angle to layer his weight over him. It wasn't something that Vanilla had taught him, but instinct that guided his motions, the arousal that melded with his servile nature to have him offer himself up completely to be taken. Normally so talkative, he couldn't find the will to put his stream of consciousness into words, incomprehensible though they would have been to a Human. All that he could do was communicate with his body, show off his need, make clear his want.

And he was rewarded when Luke angled his hips, found their slit with the tip of his superior Human cock, and speared their silken depths.

[Alpha Chillet] near-shrieked with pleasure, his slit filled to absolute capacity as the considerable maleness of his Master crushed his own restrained cock into submission, stretching out his insides in a truly unique pleasure. Another torrent of male submission doused his Master's crotch, his second orgasm as swift as the first, and not dissimilar to a squirting female pussy, he whined and writhed, but his Master was quick to seize his lower body, dragging him to the ground with a feral passion as his cock ground deep inside him. The Human commented idly, “It really is just like a pussy…"

Those words drifted into Mint's subconscious, the better part of his mind far away in the floaty sensation of another climax. Just like a pussy? For his Master, that's exactly what it was. Just like Vanilla had told him, his purpose was to serve as a cumdump to his alpha male, and for that it was only right for him to surrender everything. That superior Human cock, lesser than his own in size, but tremendous in its dominant presence, gouged out his core, dragging free of his slit and thrusting forth to show him the place of a submissive male.

His lower body had been dragged higher, supported slightly by his tail as his Master crushed him from above in a mating press. A sloppy plapping noise resounded about them, the Human's potent orbs battering against the wet mess that was leaking over his undertail while his cock demolished his slit, punishing his own unworthy dragonhood and making the housing of his masculinity akin to a needy cunt desperate for a breeding.

Breeding. Another word that resounded inside his head. Was his Master going to breed him? His body throbbed, his inner chill sublimated by the powerful heat of the Human mating his slit. Was he going to carry an egg for his Master? Boy Pals couldn't carry eggs, but that seemed like a faraway thought right now. His head swam in a sea of white fog, his body electrified with pleasure, his eyes streaming tears and drool leaking from his moaning maw. Blissed out and broken, overtaken by the instincts of submission, Mint, his Master's cumdump, started to forget that he was a male at all.

“Breed… Breed… Breed…" The word inside his mind found its way to his lips, though he could scarcely get the breath to speak it while his Master mating pressed him into oblivion, his muttering inaudible against the plapping of those potent orbs against his undertail. There was the seed that was going to impregnate him, he was completely sure of that. After all, only a girl Pal would be able to surrender themselves this completely to a male. His desperate pussy needed to be filled with the essence of a superior species, that was the only thing that could possibly subdue the clinging heat that had enshrouded his core.

His Master snarled with effort, his body empowered by the levels that he had gained, his stamina boosted by the stat boosts of the tablet, his lusts fuelled by [Lovander] pheromones, and his desire entirely bottomless. Plap, plap, plap. He was tireless in motion, his fingers burrowing into the soft fur of Mint's hindlimbs as he forced them wider, battering downwards with his cock as he leveraged the entirety of his weight into fucking this misty-eyed Pal into complete subservience. Instinct roared at him to devour this lesser male, this innocent creature that thought mating a game, until he was just as much a pleasure-addicted whore as any other Pal that belonged to him. Every female Pal was to be his fawning womb-slave. Every male Pal his subservient boy-slut. He was the Master, the ruler of his camp, and dominion was his right!

Those thoughts resounded inside his head, the way of the [Palpagos Islands], where the strong dominated the weak, and the defeated had no right to complain. Mint was his possession, his belonging, his to fuck, his to own, his, his, his! And the egg that he spawned with that islander would be his as well! His inner voice screamed out the demand, his head swimming as if drunk on the power of his mastery as the law of the islands empowered his rut.

All Mint could do was cry out his empty-headed pleasure, quivering in another femgasm as his restrained cock flooded his stretched out slit, the mess of chilled white churned up by the battery of his Master's superior maleness, “Pregnant…!" He whined, “Egg…!" His voice was whisked away once more by the lewd plapping of their rut, the wet slap of skin against cum-drenched fur. His undertail felt so empty, submissive instinct demanding that it be offered up to his Master as well, the needy hole twitched violently in time to his orgasms, already slickened by the abundancy of dripping fluids.

Luke remained merciless. The muscles of his abdomen pulsed as he leant over his conquest, dragging their helpless hindlimbs all the higher, his own body straining as he continued to batter their impotent draconic cock with the endless bludgeoning of deep and powerful strokes. Plap, plap, plap. Every strike destroyed more of Mint's sense of identity as a male, his body yearning desperately to be owned, to demonstrate his submission by surrendering his everything to a greater male, even if that meant casting aside his manhood completely.

Not that he was capable of such lofty thoughts. His pleasure-drunk mind was filled with naught but bliss, the sensation of his stretched boy-pussy seizing gratefully at the cock that was dominating it, his own servile maleness straining against the slit in which it was captured. It was to no avail. Vanilla had told him that his Master would fuck him until everything that made him a male had been divested of his cock, his masculinity made into nothing but an ornament to demonstrate how much he was enjoying being mated, his body and soul devoted to the Master that owned him, and she was completely right.

Orgasms once so copious had been reduced to mere trickles as every ounce of seed was pounded out of him, and it seemed that there would be no end to the chain of submissive male climaxes. The scent of his ruin was strong in the air, the wetness of his essence soaked into his fur, he moaned loudly, but the only sound that seemed to matter was that endless plap, plap, plap. It soaked into his brain, and his quivering pussy finally gave up completely, the final ruinous bitchgasm dragged from the newly christened slut a mind-destroying pleasure that sent him into spasms, his soul-deep climax washing away all conscious thought.

His Master dug his nails into the flesh beneath his fur, bearing down hard as he met that searing climax with his own potent orgasm, flooding Mint's cunt with potent male seed in a superior cumshot that washed away the dregs of the Pal's feeble essence. Thick and vulgar ropes of creamy white were poured deep into his slit, further dominating his sealed cock as his Master hilted and claimed him to the core.

He had forgotten that he was a male. For a time, at least. Though remembrance came when his Master dragged free his cock with a grunt, the gaped open slit no longer taut enough to restrain [Alpha Chillet]'s own draconic length. He moaned in a feminine whine as the spire of his dragonhood slapped against his furred abdomen, his cock an absolute mess of clinging Human essence, his slit unable to close about its base and left hanging lewdly open to drip thick white domination.

Luke didn't skip a beat. His own maleness was well lubricated, and the squirming Pal had made more than enough of a mess of himself to make what came next a simple affair. He pressed the head of his cock against their undertail, the inherent chill of their element defeated by his heated body as he thrust forth and claimed their virginity in full. Immediately, a small spurt of white sprayed from the tapered tip of that smooth Ice Dragon cock as a new pleasure renewed what was spent. Mint cried out again – unable to tell if it was another orgasm that had wracked him, or simply the ecstasy of being claimed so thoroughly by the Master that he was so devoted to.

Mint loved many things, that was his nature. But the yearning for his Master that had grown inside of him while he was being mated into submission was different to the love that he had for the other Pals and for his dinner. Servility. Dependency. He needed his Master. He couldn't live without this pleasure anymore, this intimacy, this closeness – and the submission that came with being owned. This was the only thing that wasn't just a fun game, the only serious thing that existed in his life. It was all for Master. His impotent cock, his stretched out slit, his undertail, his muzzle, his tail, his fur, his life, everything – his instincts demanded that he give it all to him. He surrendered, heart and soul. And his Master fucked him hard as if to reward the moment of his capitulation with the desperate rut he was praying for.

Luke released one of their hindlimbs to take Mint's draconic length in hand, smearing the mess of essence over the tapered tip with his thumb. It was smooth to the touch, a little rubbery, but not unpleasant. That islander girl would probably quite enjoy this – though he now had doubts that his Pal would even be able to achieve an erection without his Master's cock under his tail or perhaps in his muzzle. Well, unless they could cheat with some [Lovander] pheromones. He could hardly read minds, but the submission of the creature beneath him was writ clearly on their face, and his instincts screamed at him the victorious clarion of complete possession. Just like [Leezpunk] and [Cremis] had been made into his subservient faggots, so too was this lesser male. Mated into servile dependency. As every male that he owned should be.

And as for the females… maybe it was time to work on getting some [Cake] so that he could put their Human-owned wombs to work at last. For some reason, Ashley was the first Pal to come to mind in that regard. Yes. The thought of his [Foxparks] pushing an egg out of her broken spade while he forced his cock under her bushy tail – that felt the most natural to him, as if it were a matter of course. And more than once, as well. He had the feeling that would make her happy, though had no idea why he was so sure of that.

A twitch within his grasp brought his thoughts back to the present, the smooth draconic cock in his hand erupting with seed once again. The mating press position had brought their maleness to be suspended somewhere high above Mint's head, and now a thin string of male submission linked the tapered tip of his masculinity to his cheek. His tongue extended, lapping at the air, and his head pushed forward, closing the gap and taking over from Luke to engulf the entirety of their own cock into their muzzle. It hadn't been an act of conscious thought, but a reaction to training. He would not be a passive toy, but he would writhe and moan, cry and drool, make vocal the pleasure that his Master was giving him – and in acts like this, he would stoke the arousal of the male that owned him.

It worked. The lewd vision of autofellatio drove Luke into deepening the thrust of his hips, every rock of [Alpha Chillet]'s body forcing his own cock into his throat as he was battered between muzzle and Master. His undertail lacked the tightness of his overcrowded slit, but was more reactive in how it seized at his cock in announcement of climax, quivering in the pleasure of a crushed bitch-button as the submissive Pal was fucked through his refractory period, every ounce of renewed seed poured directly into his maw.

He made sure to capture it all in his cheeks, rewarding his Master with the gradual expansion of them as he was fucked dry, and it was only when he truly felt that he'd nothing left to give that his undertail was pumped full of another potent load of superior Human essence, marking him as deeply as he could be, and dying his core in the white of surrender.

Luke dragged his cock free, and he pulled Mint's haunches clear of his suckling muzzle as well, just so that he could look down and observe the ruined Pal. His draconic cock was diminished, wilting over his chest in partial return to a stretched out slit that oozed creamy white. His undertail was a gaped mess, dripping cum into his fur, and the misty-eyed faggot opened his mouth to show his Master the lake of seed upon his tongue, suckling it down in two great gulps and then revealing the pink of his cleaned maw.

It wouldn't remain clean for long. Luke advanced, grasping the large head of the Alpha Pal by one of the spines of his cheek and dragging the exhausted male's face into his lap. Slit. Undertail. There was still one more thing for him to claim, and the devoted faggot practically threw himself into slavishly lapping at the spire of his cock. His eyes were crossed, and it was clear at a glance that there was no longer anything going on inside Mint's head.

His Master would have him drink down his final load of the evening before dragging him down to his own room for the night, despite the cramped quarters of sharing his [Shoddy Bed] with a Pal as large as Peppermint. In time, the precious frost noodle would regain his senses, but just as Vanilla had promised, he would never be the same again…

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to NoNoNope who helped me bat around a few things for this entry when I posted the teaser. I had some time to write today, so reamed off the rest of it in this sitting, trying my best to live up to a certain lewd image (you know the one)! I hope that those reading enjoyed the corruption of the precious frost noodle, with Peppermint (cheers to Cyril Dran for the name) added to the lewd roster. Now all that remains in the camp unlewded is Eikthyrdeer, and whatever is inside that egg. Beakon. Beakon is inside that egg - the comments have convinced me. I have a plan for Anubus, and hope to have him show up soon! As for how soon, that depends on the comments answer to my question this time around: Do you guys want to see Chillet x Beryl, or would you rather I glossed over it so that we can stick with Luke and move on to the next Pal? Oh - and I urgently need a name for Anubis, too! Depending on what the comments convince me of, next up is either the frost noodle again, or we're onto not-lucario!

This series has finally reached 50 folder subs, and I've just passed 500 watches - I'm really grateful to all of you for your support. I'm quite enjoying writing this story, and really hope that you're all having a good time reading it. It wouldn't be possible for me to do these stories without your support, and I'm thankful for every fave, vote, folder sub, watch, comment, PM, and view. You're all legends. Special thanks to Oddreptile that convinced me of Beakon with their nudge to more unusual genitalia. AdvancedCBMaster for supporting some f/f fun. Cyril Dran again for the wonderful encouragement and support, always leaving me with a lot to think on with his comments. EWEW who it's always nice to see in the comments and has me thinking about femboy renamon now. And NoNoNope again for the animal crossing riddle that sent me down a rabbithole!

Oh, and an extra thanks for those that have thrown me some PMs with random ideas and suggestions for stories. Those messages really do get me thinking, and I'm always pleased to chat! If anyone has any story ideas, ideas for the series direction, just wants to say hey, or whatever else - please don't hesitate to drop me a line. It's because of you guys that I have something to ponder when I'm at the gym or out for a walk, and despite having quite a backlog already, I do want to turn some of these ideas into reality. Some end up filtering into other works just by inspiring the thoughts of various things, too - they really do help!

Have a most excellent day.