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A New World

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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Jason sweated. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. And it had never gone so wrong before.

In the middle of flying a Jetstar plane, in which he was privileged enough to be taking flight lessons, he ground his teeth together so hard that his jaw ached. There was a problem there, very much so, but he couldn't take his mind off his flight, his lungs too tight to even get a full breath in.

That may well have not been a problem for very much longer, if he could not land the plane. The storm had come out of nowhere and thrown him off course – though there was so much more to it than that. One of the engines had failed and the plane was tilting more and more, one engine not enough to power it as he lost increased altitude, going down lower and lower, losing control.

“Ah… Fuck!"

He spat the course as if it would change things, though he could only try, turbulence from the storm tossing him back and forth like a rag doll. Jason had never been afraid in the air before but he was terrified then, the cold, sick chill of terror crawling down his spine.

But no… No, he had to concentrate, all as he steered the plane the best that he could, aiming for an open clearing. But that didn't go to plan either as he swore and a strangled shriek broke from his lips, smashing through the trees as coniferous branches lashed the front window of the plane.

And then – down! Once, twice – three times: he bounced. But he had to hold on, had to steady the plane, even though he was down, coming to a grinding, smashing halt through the vegetation, though Jason could only be glad that he did not crash straight into any trees. That would have been worse, much worse, huffing and panting, grunting thickly in the back of his throat as his heart hammed.

With the plane at a halt, a stretch of dark ground around him that he was not expecting to recognise, he scrambled from the plane, checking that all his limbs were still intact, that everything was working as it should have. The electrical storm still cracked and lanced above him, but he seemed to be in a dead spot of air, nothing moving around him, not a single breath of air, nothing.

He huffed, trying to check for the emergency signal, though…nothing happened. He hoped that the plane crashing had set off the emergency box in the tail of the plane, an automatic thing, if his dash was not functional, but there was no way to tell.

I'll have to look… See what's around…

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He shook his head, staggering, trying to get his bearings, running on adrenaline. He didn't get far, however, before something crackled and closed in around him.

“Agh!"

It was so sudden, adrenaline spiking once more when he had not thought that that was possible anymore, that his heart could not beat and pound any faster than it was already. He fought, shoving back against a white and purple barrier, something like a net that closed around him into a cage-like shape that was only large enough to contain his body while he was standing upright.

And then…Jason really had to pause, absorb what had happened, taking in the reality of his situation. His chest heaved, fighting for air, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, too close to losing control for his liking. But he couldn't control that, not after he'd crashed the plane – and he didn't even know what else to do!

Now, he was caught, slumping down to the ground, his arms around his legs, holding onto himself for some semblance of support when everything was spiralling so very drastically out of control, increasingly so.

Alone… Out in a wilderness that he did not recognise… And captured by some trembling forcefield-net thing that he didn't even know how to describe.

All he could do was wait, pressing his forehead into his knees, shaking and shaking, stuck there.

He jerked awake. He didn't even realise that he had fallen asleep there, but there was little else that he could have done once he had succumbed to exhaustion.

And… a fox was staring at him. Not a normal fox, no, but one that stood on two legs. With a strangled cry, he tried to scoot himself back but only came up against the back side of the trap, forced to remain there as other two-legged anthros surrounded him. A deer, a badger, an ox, an antelope – there was even a kangaroo too! Who were they? What even were they?

“I…" He clawed at his throat, his mouth too dry to talk easily. “Who… Who are you? Where am I? Please… Please, help me."

But they spoke in a language that he did not understand, conversing fluently in words that leapt between them as easily as he would have spoken to another person in English. Sadly, for Jason, he didn't know any other languages and he shook his head, thinking that he was dreaming, that he had to be dreaming. But if he was dreaming maybe that meant that the plane crash had been a dream too…

Only, there was a part of Jason that did know that it wasn't a dream. It couldn't be a dream, not when his lip was split and there were scrapes all over his arms, bruises on his chest where the seatbelt had cut into him on crashing. His legs ached – well, every part of him ached. No, it was not and could never be a dream.

They pored over him, turning “off" the strange cage. He stumbled, trying to make a run for it, though they were far too swift of him as big, furred hands closed over him. Not all of the anthropomorphic creatures were male either but some seemed to be female, for they had varying levels of attire on them. Some of the males, however, were definitely bare-chested like the bull and the horse, but some that he thought were female had leather jackets that left their midsections bare. No one, however, wore heavy armour made from metal, which he noted, though he didn't know why he was expecting that.

What world did he think he was in?

He swallowed hard, trying to remain calm despite the pounding of his heartbeat.

“Please… Excuse me…" He tried his best. “I need… I need to speak to someone. I'm sorry, I don't understand you."

But he did understand that they were smiling, shackling him as they conversed in quick, flurried words, a language that leapt from one word to the next as if it was trying to escape the one that had gone before it.

A curious seeming stoat stroked over his arms, running her hands down them. He didn't know, of course, that she thought it was strange to go without fur, looking so unusual, like nothing they had never seen before. And the weirdest thing of all was the fact that he didn't even have any big teeth or claws! Yet, to them, it was not as if he looked like a herbivore either…

It was interesting to them, very interesting. But someone would pay a high price for him.

He was hoisted into the back of a cart and shackled to it, tugging surreptitiously at the iron. It had strange runes inscribed over it and his brow furrowed but, that time, Jason bit his tongue. Maybe it was best to hold his cards close to his chest, at least for the time being.

The world… It was strange. There was a forest but it was a hotter climate than what he was used to, as if they were in a temperate forest: not a place in the world that he was familiar with. Yet Jason thought less and less that he was in his world as the cart, drawn by donkeys, rolled into a town that bustled and swelled with life.

Spicy scents from market stalls lavished attention upon his nose and he took a deep breath even as his nose itched. He shook his head, trying to peer up, though the sides of the cart were quite steep, stopping him from seeing out too far. He could, however, see just a little bit, licking his lips, eyes wide at the sheer number of anthros there, spanning too many species. Some of the alleyways in the town that they passed were narrow, strung across with clothes that seemed to be drying, though he had not seen a style like that in any of the shops that he had frequented for his own clothes before.

It was a poorer part of the town, the houses made of a smooth, yellow-orange stone, though it made them stand out to him. To Jason, they looked more exotic and he didn't know why, why he was there, why a dryer, clinging heat was assaulting his skin. Anthros crowded the card, trying to jump up with him, but they were beaten back by the ones who had captured him.

And…what did that make him? If he couldn't work out how he'd gotten to be there…he wouldn't be able to talk to them. And what did that turn his life into?

He just wanted to get home.

Yet they were…odd. At least to Jason and the Westernised life that he had led before, just a typical person who had access to a flight school, something fun to take him away from the daily grind at least for a little while. The anthros… They didn't seem to want to hide anything. As he got deeper and deeper into the town, heading for a more open area that he supposed was a square or a meeting place, they were…everywhere. And not clothed either. They were doing all sorts of things.

He blushed furiously, yet could not stop himself from staring at a fox down on her knees, sucking the cock of a big, burly wolf. Although they glanced at him as he passed in the back of the cart, they did not pause in their lust.

And there were more – many, many more.

A rabbit fucking a moose in the missionary position, on top of what looked like it had been a fancier market stall with fine fabrics laid out on it.

A blue jay flapping their wing-arms as they partly took flight, a big reptile that he didn't know the type of ploughing her pussy full.

A mouse sitting on top of a stag, riding his cock.

Not just straight couples either – there were gay couples, males with males and females with females, and sometimes even those that he was not all that sure about their sex. Some looked more androgynous and, without him being able to see their genitalia, but that was not too much of a point when it came to his situation and the lives that they led. They seemed to come from all walks of life, though it was the more well-off, those with earrings and gold touches around their necks, even markings dyed into their fur, that seemed to be enjoying one another's bodies the most. Perhaps they had more time than the poorer and the working class who, of course, had more to do and fewer chances to enjoy luxuries, even when they were free.

Passionate sex, however, was normal for the anthros, though he did, finally, notice one thing.

There were no other humans there. None. Just him.

That wasn't a good thing.

The cart was taken into the big square, though it was set up with a large, wooden stage, solid and easily strong enough to bear more than a few bodies on top of it. There may have been even room for a bus on top of there – but he had not seen any buses in that world so far. Maybe they didn't need mechanical things like that. Maybe there was a touch more magic in the air than he could have imagined.

But Jason gulped in what breath he could, pulling at his metal shackles, the cold metal warming to the heat of his body. His clothes were torn and ripped but, well…they still covered him enough and that was okay. That helped a bit.

And yet…it was not to last. Not as he was hauled out of the cart and into the centre of the stage, a few other naked anthros around him, down on their knees, heavy, metal collars around their necks.

He drew in a sharp breath – but it was too late. They took his clothes from him, slicing through everything that they wanted with their blades, not even nicking his skin. Jason did not understand then that he was merchandise, a prize for those that had captured him, even if they had taken him without even having hunted him.

In his nakedness, he wrenched himself about and fought – even as they hauled his arms back behind him in heavy, iron shackles. They weighed his wrists down and he clenched his jaw, cheeks burning with humiliation, every part of him exposed.

The rest of it, the auction… It was a blur. A blur of heat, a blur of knowing that he was being watched, that there were so many eyes on him, all over him, boring deeply into him, as if they were seeing so much more than merely his bare flesh. The bidding was rampant, numbers flung out, though he didn't understand the names of them – only the numbers when some of the richer patrons had servants to bid for them, using their fingers to denote value in currency or sometimes even small notes or signs. They had many ways to bid and the numbers kept going up and up and up, dazzling as they skyrocketed.

And then a gavel came down with a sharp, decisive rap, the raccoon auctioneer pointing at him and saying something with a wide, conniving smile. Jason knew what it meant, his heart sinking, all eyes on his soft cock, everything exposed, without even the ability to cover himself up afforded to him.

That was just how he ended up in the charge of a sleek, black cat anthro with white whiskers and green eyes that would have drawn him in if the situation had not been as dire as it was. His breath caught in his throat but the cat had manacles put on his ankles too with a short chain between them, forced to hobble and walk slowly, not even allowed anything to wear on his feet.

Not yet, at least. The tall feline was a few inches taller than Jason, though they looked as if they came from wealth, dressed in fine but simple cloth with a white shirt that was open at the front and a leather tunic that shone with how well it was conditioned. A great deal of coin was passed from the feline to those handling the money at the auction for him and, although he tried to say something, to gesture, he was brushed aside. They couldn't understand him anyway.

He was fortunate, in a way, as he was taken to the palace, riddled with gold and white, the towers spiralling. He gawked at it, forced to walk all the way up the long road to the palace and through the grounds, topiaries designed to look like rare beasts and objects of desire within the kingdom, the place so expansive that he tried to pull back from it.

“No… Please…" He licked his lips, though his mouth was too dry for any semblance of comfort. “Look, there's been a mistake, I'm sorry… I'm not… I'm not meant to be here!"

But the feline only blinked at him and firmly guided him into a wing of the palace, Jason tripping over his own feet. He wasn't used to walking barefoot, though he had heard that it was supposedly good for him.

Everything… Well, it was a blur. He was presented to a royal, a naga clad in green scales who towered over him, seeming to be easily the height of three grown men, his long, sinuous tail thick with muscle, rippling with power. Gold bands layered his arms and finery draped around his neck, though it seemed to move easily with the serpent-like creature, the emperor of all, the one in power.

Whatever term he was given, it was not important, as long as he knew and understood that the naga was the one that owned him. In his mind, he gave him the title of emperor, though Jason still thought, well…that there was a mistake. That he would be returned home once he was finally able to explain to them what had happened, that he was never meant to come there, even though the serpent with a flared, cobra-like hood around his head, smiled at him, casting his eyes over him as if he was nothing more than a piece of meat to be appraised.

Jason shivered, keeping his head down, cowed. He didn't even dare to speak in front of such power. There was something wrong there, something that he couldn't control, something that, so far, he couldn't do anything about.

Even then, he swallowed the bitter pill of just how limiting a language barrier could be – and how it was. He shook his head slowly, but was treated with care, even as the servants tried to pause to stare at him.

He didn't need to speak their language to know that they had never seen anyone or anything like him before. There, he was the alien. There, he was the foreigner. It was not a position that he had ever felt so acutely in before, shrinking away from their stares. It helped a little that many of the servants were naked and, in hindsight, that the naga emperor had been naked too. He had not had a cock protruding, however, so Jason could only suppose that it had been tucked away in a slit of some kind, nicely and easily protected.

He tried to talk to them again before they took him to his quarters in a long corridor that had sapphire and gold set into the floor. He could only imagine just how expensive the very ground was that the was walking on at that very moment, almost not daring to put his feet down.

Although he was clean, he was first taken to a bathing chamber at the very end, which was set up with necessities – though the quality of them was impossible to note as anything but the finest in the land. The bath was set into the floor and could have fit several at once, even as a cluster of tiger anthros surrounded him, dressed with their breasts and genitals exposed.

“Oh, no… No, I can… I can clean myself…"

But they did not care – or they may have cared if they could have understood him. They may have been kinder still, though they still pulled him close and rubbed up against him, purely as they were intent only on the purpose of bathing him, cleansing him. Washing him from head to toe, they scrubbed him all over, soft clothes and even sponges pressing between his legs, rubbing over his balls and cock.

“Hey – that's too personal!"

It felt like he was merely watching everything happen to him through a screen, strangely set back from events. If there was a time that Jason was going to think that everything was a dream, however, it would be then, panting and huffing, glad to be unshackled but, really, it was not as if he was free to go anywhere. The quarters that he would be taken to would be locked to prevent the slaves from escaping and there were so many guards around the palace that, really, it would turn out to be an extremely foolhardy mission indeed to even attempt escape.

But it was not where he belonged.

Not as he was taken back to his quarters, which were nothing more than a small room with a bed, on the floor, to sleep on. It looked like it had a mattress on the base and, truth be told, was more than comfortable enough when he did settle himself onto it, even if it was hardly the kind of environment that he wanted to feel relaxed and present in. The back had a small door into a chamber where he could relieve himself into a toilet, though he could not see what happened to it when he pulled the cord to flush it, not even seeing any water wash away his waste. It was not something that Jason thought too much about, considering that he had far more pressing matters to concern himself with.

The front of his cage looked out on the hallway where he had first been led down in the slave quarters. The bars were gold, more than he would have thought that he was worth if he had not seen the bidding war. Sunshine spilt through the windows on the other side, offering him a view of a garden and a pool area, though he could not see too much, for the windows were a little high up. He could see another wing of the palace however, the white and gold reflecting the light beautifully.

He couldn't talk to them but that hardly even seemed to matter anymore. When they brought raw meat for him on a plain platter, he wrinkled his nose at it and shook his head.

“No…"

It was not that he wanted to refuse to eat, he just couldn't eat raw meat. It wasn't something that his body and digestive system could cope with. Jason growled and shoved it away when they brought more and more food for him, though he did drink the water.

Still, they did not understand – and rage swelled within him. It was funny what a caged man could do when rage blistered through, when he had been shoved into a situation that trapped him, caged him, restrained him. He hadn't talked to anyone in several days and had no entertainment, no means of doing anything to help himself in the slightest! Hurling the platter, and the raw, leaking meat against the cage door, he snarled and slammed his fists into it, the metallic ring sending the servants juddering back, slack-jawed.

They conversed furtively and returned, sometime later, to a calmer Jason, though he still had his hands balled up into tense fists. He just had to try to think clearly, yes, had to try, had to try to maybe even draw them a picture so that they could find some way of understanding one another. It was not a one-way communication line, after all, and he had to try something. After all, he had served in the armed forces before, a few years back, and had learned ways to cope. That was just how he had managed to remain so calm when he was being sold, even if it had, in a way, been a bit of a daze.

However, he didn't get the chance to show that he was willing to cooperate, all to find a better way to take things forward, to find a way that they could all learn to work with one another and understand. He offered his hand to the servants that came back…but they didn't look like servants anymore. That one was a green reptile, perhaps a monitor lizard with yellow markings on his snout, dressed in long, flowing robes that opened at the front. If not for his slit being on show, more obvious with how he held himself, Jason might have thought him to be trying to cover up his body.

And then…his eyelids grew heavy. He shook his head, or, at least, felt like that was what he was doing. Everything was so soft, so slow, so sleepy… Yes, it was so much easier to go to sleep.

With his hand still extended in what he hoped was a soft, kind gesture, he slowly crumpled to the floor, first to his knees with the rest of his body following, sleep overcoming him.

When he woke, it was with a start, fumbling, trying to work out where he was. Of course, he was still in the cell, though he felt a little awkward for it, a heavy, metal collar around his neck. He sat up slowly, feeling his head, checking that all his limbs worked as they should, though he seemed to be, surprisingly, alone. He hadn't expected that, no, but it was odd to be there, running his fingers over the collar, which had runes engraved into it, glowing faintly, along with fine gemstones. He didn't know the names of them, for they were not ones found in the world that he was from.

“Hissssss…"

Ah, the naga. The emperor. Jason bowed his head respectfully, on the floor with his legs tucked to the side of him, knees together. His shaft was exposed, lying softly against his crotch and upper legs, but he didn't try to cover himself. It was time that he accepted the ways and customs of the world that he had been forced into, all so that he could find a way, any way, to navigate through it.

The naga surveyed him and said something in his language. Jason spread his hands out on his thighs, unwittingly adopting a submissive position.

“Please…" He said softly, keeping his eyes downcast. “I mean no one any harm. I need food though… Please. Cooked food."

He couldn't let his frustration control him, not even through all that, no. It wasn't right and it wasn't something that he could let rule him, not even then. He would follow the orders of those above him, for the time being, gathering all the information he could.

For, if he had come there through some means, there had to be a way, some way, to get back home. Even if that was a very weak, sketchy goal for him to follow, it was a start and that was all that Jason truly needed.

To them, he was a fine creature. The way that they treated him with care told that tale, that they didn't want to hurt him. But neither did they want to be hurt by him, which he could more than understand. Clearly, slavery was allowed in their world, even though it was outlawed in his, and that was just what he had become.

It was hard for him to follow his master's rules, but it became swiftly evident that the naga emperor wanted to parade him around and show him off. Jason shivered but tried to look appealing. The collar stopped him from harming anyone and it prevented him from running away too, though he noticed that some other slaves that he kept with him too had gemstones in their collars too, the same restrictions placed upon them. Lower-level slaves, ones that were not coveted, only wore plain, leather collars or metal collars, didn't need to be controlled like that, for they were not threats that required magical intervention to control them.

If they ran away, the cleaners and the maids, they would merely be sentenced to death. And it was the right of the emperor to keep all the slaves in his palace that he wanted.

No one was going to stop him. The emperor preserved fine creatures, keeping them for his own. And the human was one of the very finest of all, made to stand beside him while he gave decrees on his throne. Sometimes, Jason was permitted some clothing but the emperor's favourite thing to dress him in was a white loincloth that draped down in the front with a string in the back that went up between his arse cheeks. Uncomfortably, Jason had to fight the urge to squirm as it dug into a place that he didn't want to think about, though more often than not he was left naked.

The narrow loincloth may have draped down far, though it barely covered his hairless crotch. That was not something that Jason was allowed to take care of for himself as he was exposed, his body shaved by the servants that were of a higher level and status that knew how to best care for the emperor's prized possessions.

However, such a possession was there to be enjoyed too and that was something that Jason learned when he was introduced to the royal brothel. It was in the same wing as the slaves, perhaps as the slaves were so often made use of in such a way, first and foremost, but it was luxuriously rich in its presentation. A pool encompassed some part of it, opening out into the private brothel gardens, a snaking river-like pool flowing naturally.

Inside, white and gold pillars lined the finery, a banquet table always set up with fresh fruits and meats – which was where he was able to at least show them his preference for cooked meat but holding it above a candle's flame. The candle was strange too, never burning down, but always burning, flickering and dancing back and forth.

In the brothel… The other anthros adored him. They crowded him, making soft sounds and yips of apparent appreciation, from a skunk to a lion and a deer and a hare too. They were all different species, though it looked quite as if there were no two that were the same.

They ran their hands over him, feeling his muscles, how smooth he was in comparison to them. He understood that, left alone there, even though not everyone there was a brothel slave. Some of them appeared quite fine with their lot as brothel slaves, though they had everything they could have ever needed there, as long as they languished in the pleasures of the body too, sexual delights and deviancy the order of the day that they followed.

He… Well… It was not so bad. He was a slave of the emperor that the naga wanted to show off, the emperor languishing over a plethora of cushions and pillows as he was pleasured by other slaves, but he could still enjoy himself. He knew that he had to fit in, though he didn't know just how far he could go, what he could lean into, just where his lusts could lead him, bit by bit.

But maybe Jason didn't have to think about it all that much. Not as he started with a gorgeous vixen who growled and yipped for him, pressing him back onto what looked like a luxurious sofa, though it had legs and space underneath it: not at all like one that had been in his home before. That world seemed to be so far away and the world that he was in, right then and there, so tangible, the feel of her rich, russet fur light under his fingertip.

She didn't kiss him as she straddled him, but she did nuzzle and nip at his neck in what he seemed to consider to be a playful manner. It hurt a little bit, for she had a lot sharper teeth than he did, all canines. That made sense as to why the servants had kept bringing him raw meat at first (though they had worked out that he would readily eat vegetables and fruit after the big incident that had led to the magical collar being placed on him), for the anthros, apparently, could stomach it. The taste of it lingered on her lips and her muzzle as he blushed furtively and allowed it all to happen.

No one could have said that Jason was against what was being done to him as he ran his hands down her back, feeling her light muscling, how soft her backside was. He could really dig his fingers into it and the vixen eagerly flagged her tail for him, allowing him to squeeze her, to grope her. Jason could have done pretty much anything at all that he wanted to her and he was sure that she would have howled for more.

But, no. For that first time, it was for her to lead the way, to take charge, to control what was happening, lifting her hips as his cock hardened. Jason licked his lips and blushed heavily, not sure what to do as his hands rested on his hips, ever-conscious of the emperor's eyes on him, locked onto him. It looked like someone, another slave, was slurping on one of the naga's twin cocks (something that snakes had, apparently), but he couldn't focus on that.

He could only serve by showing off and displaying his body in just the way that the emperor wanted him to, the vixen rubbing her wet pussy against him. Jason groaned and let his head roll back against the back of the supportively plush sofa, her pussy enveloping his cock. It felt kind of like he had no control over the situation at hand, though he did, of course, and could have stopped things. Hell, he had been the one to back up towards the sofa and take her along with him, allowing the sexy fox to slide into his lap.

It was just difficult for Jason to think about anything else at all as she rode him, bouncing up and down, her pussy clenched around his dick for the most stimulation possible. He gasped but found her breasts pressed into his face, though Jason eagerly nuzzled into them, kissing and trying to suckle on them, even if he could not quite catch either of her nipples between his lips.

Like some moments that came, they seemed to come in a rush. But there was lust to be had too, her fur fluffing up against him as she humped and ground into his lap. Her pussy tensed around him and, for a moment, he thought that he was going to cum right then and there, his face pressed between her breasts, sensing the beat of her heart pounding through her chest.

“Mmmmph… Oh, wow… You're… You're amazing…"

He wanted more, so much more, only wishing that they spoke the same language, all so that he could tell her just how wonderful she was in a way that the vixen understood. He did not even know her name, but that didn't matter, not truly, not when they could communicate in other ways.

And it was that which would prove to become Jason's advantage, hissing through his teeth as he bore down with the flats of his feet and thrust up into her. He powered up, meeting her thrust for thrust, and the fox anthro clung to his shoulders, her head thrown back as, finally, overpowering orgasm gripped her. There was no way, not with everything going on, for Jason to hold back as he slammed up and up, filling the hot, wet sweetness of her pussy over and over again, just wanting to cum.

It was okay to let everything slip down into that simpler, softer need, truly. He wanted that, craved that, yearned for that, the closeness of another body on top of him, licking his lips, trying to catch his breath and finding that the heat of the vixen against him made that harder than ever.

She, of course, was not the only one that wanted to try him out. It was almost as if everyone went through him in a sort of pecking order, a mare taking him next with soft, white hair covering her body. It was so short and slicked down to her body that it could not truly be called fur, though he wondered if they had colder months there where it fluffed up. Maybe he would be there for long enough to see that, all in good time.

Yet the mare was exotic, especially to him, with purple hair flowing, lightly curled, though it fell from her neck and the base of her spine in a long, smooth fall. He ached to run his fingers through it, though it was too easy for him to slide his face down between her thick, plush thighs while she lay back on a mound of pillows for him.

Perhaps a part of it was about escapism, about finding something in the world that made sense to him, but Jason wanted her too. From the moment he tasted the horse's sweetness on his tongue, he pressed his tongue up deeper inside her, lapping up against her velvety, dripping inner walls. She cried out, nickering and squeaking, saying something in her language.

One day, he vowed, if he was there for long enough, he would learn that language. If only to do more with them, o find a better way for himself, even if Jason still wanted to go back to his own world, to his own time and place, back where he still felt that he belonged.

She climaxed on his mouth, his tongue flickering across the fat, swollen nub of her clit as a hot, wet gush of sexual fluids dampened his chin. She was practically squirting and yet she wove her fingers into his hair, murmuring to him, drawing him over her into the missionary position. With his cock already hard and ready to go, she drew him over her body and Jason was finally able to slide his smooth cock into her hot, wet pussy, the walls of her sex clamping closed around him.

“Oof… You… Mmmmm!"

Jason could not help but groan, following the rhythm of lust, how it called him on, how it bid him to hump and grind, to do more. It took him right down into a simpler time, a time where he did not have to overthink things but could give himself over completely to the will and whims of a body. The mare's hands rand won from his shoulders to his back and back again, gripping his upper arms as he filled her with every inch of his cock. Nothing was left to waste as, with the will of their arousal and their bodies to carry them on, he took her as he'd known that they'd both needed to be taken. A mutual undertaking, if one willed…

She climaxed again on him and he had barely even gotten his hand wormed down between their bodies to rub her clit, even though it was swollen from the hood that had covered it initially and easy to find. The equine just didn't give him the chance to, perhaps well-versed already in the ways of sex and lust after her time in the royal brothel. Even though he still did not and never would agree with slavery, he could see just why she had been coveted.

And…that made him, in a strange way, coveted too. Even if Jason did not fully understand it.

He hit his high inside her, leaning far over the mare, her soft lips nestled tenderly into his hair. There was something sweet about them coming together as he ran his fingers through the purple spill of her mane, lavishing attention upon it, taking everything in as if it would be the very last time that he got to experience such delight, the sensation of a hot, rippling pussy clenching around him. There was even a pulsing rhythm to it, not an erratic twitch of muscles, as if every fibre of her being had been schooled in the art of delivering pleasure to a partner.

If Jason could make the mare feel as good as she made him feel, however, then he would do his best to fuck her and eat her out, seeing just where lust would take them.

He managed to rest for a time after that, using the showers at the royal brothel and cleansing his body, enjoying the heat sliding over his form. But he didn't get much time to himself as a skunk anthro cornered him in there, her black and white markings purely distinctive, though she had an almost wild mane of thick hair flowing down her back, hanging far past her shoulders.

“Mmmm…"

Words followed, slipping sweetly from her lips, her blue eyes calling him on. She hitched up her leg around his waist, bearing him back against the wall of the shower, though they did not have any privacy there. The only place where any of the brothel slaves, or patrons, would have privacy would be in the bathrooms – and that was only to relieve themselves.

They needed one another, Jason taking comfort in the wet, clinging feel of her fur sliding against his skin. It was such a strange feeling, a new feeling, and he lifted her as he leaned back, letting her put her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, awkwardly crossing her ankles. A position like that, with his shoulders back against the wall, meant that she could not hump and grind too much on his cock, using what little leverage she had to her best advantage, while he thrust up from the wall. He put a lot of strain on his lower back in doing it, though it was not to be helped, not as his cock ached inside her.

That time, he was more able to take his time, with every hump and grind and roll of his hips, though it took a lot more effort than usual to fuck her. He had never before, quite honestly, had the chance to have sex in that position and the brothel was set to challenge every inhibition he had had before.

For, even as he climaxed inside the skunk and spent his seed with her holding onto him tightly, her lips on his, kissing him furiously, there were other curious eyes on him. So many wanted him and it was exotic and enticing to be wanted like that, all in a way that he could almost taste on the tip of his tongue, calling in his other senses.

His cock softened inside her but he knew the skunk anthro was not yet done, so he slipped first one finger and then a second into her easily ready pussy. She had taken his cock nicely, despite her being as tight as she was, but he wanted to make sure that everyone that he had sex with at the very least got off too. He couldn't just set them aside, not like that, fingering her and finding out what made her moan the loudest until she gripped his fingers and his hand was abruptly damp with a lot more than simply the hot water from the shower.

It was not just the other brothel slaves, however, that had their way with him. He learned that a big, burly Sabretooth tiger, with huge fangs (as went the name of her species) wanted him too, though she was powerful, clearly not a slave. She came to the brothel every few days in leather armour, though it exposed her huge, heaving breasts, which rolled with every breath of air that she dragged into her lungs, her flatter nostrils flaring and puckering.

She growled and loomed over him, though he was keen to enjoy her too, despite her being of a more dominant sort. Maybe that was what he needed as she pinned him lustfully on his back near the pool, the reflections from the water dancing over her faintly striped fur, tan and grey marking her body. She sat on his face and he eagerly ate her out, though the Sabretooth was a much more active partner than the others that he had pleasured orally, lapping into her pussy and swirling his tongue around her clit.

It did not last long, however, as she grunted lustfully, taking more than a simple shine to him. He would later uncover that the Sabretooth was a champion of the emperor and, like Jason, one of his prized possessions. In the brothel, the emperor was able to show off Jason's body in a different way than he did when presenting him right next to him, at his side, but Jason would have many more uses in his life for the naga emperor as the serpent lord sought to make the most use possible from him.

The champion had her way with him, crudely, roughly, though her claws never once broke his skin. No, there were guards in there too, ensuring that the treasured slaves of the royal brothel were not damaged in any way, for they were too valuable to the emperor as one of his many assets for that.

The Sabretooth rode him, sliding onto his hard member with great ease. It was as if she had taken so many others in such a similar fashion before that it meant nothing to her to do it to one more, though she purred and let her massive fangs hang close to him, smirking the whole time. Her deep, guttural tone betrayed something more and Jason wished more than ever that he could, even in some small way, understand her language. But what he did understand about the great cat was that she was powerful, that she was dominant, that there was even an edge of something cocky in her.

He couldn't hold out as she slammed down onto him, her strong thighs gripping his hips and upper legs, half-crushing him. Not in a way that he would have had to ask her to stop, need flowing through thick and fast. Jason growled and held onto her legs, trying to show her the passion in him at the same time, panting heavily, though he never seemed to get enough air into his lungs to be at all comfortable.

Not until she climaxed and he spent his cream inside her too, though Jason could not have said which of them had climaxed first. It had been too close: far, far too close. And it did not matter still, not in desire, not as they took what was their due in a world that, perhaps, had not been its kindest to them both.

The Sabretooth was a formidable partner and, after they had both climaxed, he felt that more than ever, his lips crushed to hers. It was, however, the feline who dominated things, so much more forceful than the skunk that he had taken in the showers, his cock still raw from fucking her, seemingly. It was a lot for him, having sex so much in a comparatively short time, but it was not to be helped, not truly.

He wanted it too, of course… He was not entirely sure that he could have turned down the big, muscular, powerful champion if he had wanted to, though Jason was fortunate in the sense that he never had to find out about that. She served the emperor and, in a small way, he understood that he did too. However temporary it was…

Because he could not stay there forever.

Not even as he lay in a bedroom-like space in the brothel, kneeling behind a feline with a long, fluffy tail and fur striped with brown and grey. She was exotic but, well, he would have said that about anyone there, truly. Her breasts swung as he fucked her doggystyle, taking his cues from her body.

“Mmmrrrooowwwwlll!"

He'd never thought that someone would like it, really, as rough as that, though it was cathartic too, to fuck her, to lean far over her back to ram every inch of his cock into her, giving her everything that she wanted. He had been tired when she'd approached him but the soft mattress under his legs and the smooth, luxurious blankets… They all held an air of passion to them that was becoming increasingly easy to lean into.

The cat's cries led him on, bringing her off with his fingers on her clit while he fucked her – not just once but twice. His shaft rammed in and beads of sweat rolled down his body as Jason heaved and panted, doing all he could to claim the moment, muscles tight and bunched. He would need to rest afterwards but it was only after her pussy gripped his cock intensely for the third time that he climaxed, letting her hot, tight sex milk him of every drop of seed that his drained and depleted balls had to give.

However, he did not have to stay in the brothel all the time. The emperor, apparently, enjoyed seeing him about the palace, showing off to other visiting dignitaries and nobles. The aroma of heavy musk seemed to envelop him when he left the royal brothel, however, everyone knowing what he had done in there, how their silken, sweet pussy walls had gripped him and massaged him, how the ladies there had gone down on him so many times over.

Besides…it was not as if he could have gotten far with the armed guards around the palace. They would stop him from leaving if he tried to go and there was little else that he could hope for.

He did, however, find his time in the library to be of the most interest. That was one way in which he could read and research, studying, though the other patrons seemed quite interested in him. Jason tried to avoid the males in there, for he'd always been straight, but he was dragged back into the shelves of books reaching from floor to the towering ceiling on more than one occasion to service and pleasure.

Even in hindsight, Jason would never be all that sure how he felt about that. It was hot, especially when a jackal anthro was going down on him, her ears pricked as she sucked down his seed…but would he have chosen it? He had been enticed, in a way, into sex that time by her groping and fondling him through his loincloth, but he did not quite know how far he had wanted to take things.

There were secret passageways, however, that he could follow through the maps in the library, yes… No one else seemed interested in them, but he supposed that that was something that the anthros would not have needed.

They were not trying to escape, after all. Only he was trying to escape.

But…not everyone was interested in remaining a slave for the emperor, which he should have taken into account before. Even though the skunk especially seemed content with her lot, not even wanting to leave the brothel, he seemed to make cautious friends with a red fox with lighter red-brown fur who followed him to the library.

The fox peered over his shoulder, curious about what he was reading. Jason swallowed hard but he'd seen him around and was not particularly uncomfortable with him there, no. He wished he could tell him that he wanted a little more space but, when he was forced to go around naked or nearly nude, it was hard to say that the comfort of the fox close to him was not warming to his flesh if not his soul too.

They developed a quiet companionship as the days passed, Jason drawing pictures for the fox in the dirt outside in the gardens, though the fox proved himself to be a much better artist in swift course. Completing elaborate pictures in the well-watered soil under the plants, he led Jason back inside the palace to where an art studio was set up.

And it was there, with interested anthros watching, that the red fox painted a scene to make Jason blush harder than he had ever blushed before. Heat clawed at his neck, sinking into his skin and making him feel as if he had been abruptly taken unwell, but it was nothing like that. Not as the fox, the male that he did not even know truly, painted a picture in oil pastels of him down on his knees, taking Jason's cock deep into the back of his maw.

“Oh… Oh, wow… I'm sorry but… I'm… I'm kinda…"

Jason rubbed the back of his hot neck and stumbled over his words, even though the red fox wagged his tail and picked up his head, as if he was pleased with what he had done and expecting praise. Jason smiled and tried to offer him praise while shaking his head, though he did not know how to convey that it was just women that he liked. And female anthros, he supposed.

It made the fox's intentions clear, however…and the fox was closer to him after that, Jason not even having the heart to put distance between them. They worked together, quietly studying and working, though the fox was useful in reading what Jason could not, even if he was starting to pick up familiar meanings and nuances in the texts and scrolls that he streamed through in every little bit of free time that he could.

The guards didn't seem all that bothered by the amount of time that he spent reading and in the library. As long as he was fulfilling his duties in spending time in the brothel, looking pleasing and, of course, serving the emperor by posing as his pretty, human pet whenever he wanted to show him off, Jason was doing everything that they expected him as an exotic, royal slave. That was something, at least, even though he felt the need to look over his shoulder every few minutes, sure that he was going to be dragged off to a much worse life.

“Unff."

The fox grunted, drawing his attention one evening when they were in the slave quarters of the brothel together. It was, by far, more comfortable to sleep there than in their beds, though they could come and go as they pleased at that time. Jason leaned in close as the fox lifted his chin and showed Jason the tip of one of his claws painted with a glowing, blue paint. The fox drew a rune, shaky, onto his own collar and Jason gasped, lunging for it as it clicked open, dropping from the fox's neck.

“You did it!"

With the night high and the light trickle of flowing water emanating through the more private quarters of the brothel, Jason held onto the fox's shoulders tightly. The collar was set before them and he knew, he just knew, that the fox had worked it out, that he could get his collar off too.

In that way…they could be free.

The fox, whose name he still could not say, though he had tried to wrap his tongue around the sounds, nuzzled in close to him. He yipped softly and rested his hand on Jason's thigh…and, that time, Jason didn't have the heart to stop him.

Maybe he was curious. Maybe he was more interested than he had let on. Maybe it was time to explore a new kind of relationship.

It didn't matter. Not as the fox nuzzled into his neck and lay him back on the plush bed, kissing and nibbling, though he respectfully didn't do anything that Jason didn't want. Even as Jason's cock swelled and he took it, carefully, into his hand, the fox still held an air about him of trying to hold back, to be respectful of Jason and his wishes.

But Jason…let him do it. Even though he was trying to be cautious and work out what the heck was coming on with him, what he liked and what he enjoyed, where the lines of lust lay for him. And maybe there was more room for experimentation there than he had realised, leaning into the fox as he gripped his cock lightly and rubbed smoothly, softly.

“Mmmph… Ohhhh…"

The fox's ears picked up and he pressed in closer to his partner of the moment, though there was already something more between them. Even as he laid his head tenderly on Jason's thigh and tenderly flicked out his tongue to play out over the head of his cock. Jason shivered. It was such a different feeling, a male loving a male, shaking his head, rolling it back, the small muscles lining the spine at the back of his neck, panting softly.

The fox led him on. He took the lead but softly so, so that they could always stop straight away if there was a problem, which Jason appreciated. Still, the fox took his time, stroking up and down his cock, seemingly fascinated by the way that the skin moved over his cock with every pump of his paw, slow and deliberate.

Time seemed to stretch out between them as they languished there, letting everything roll through, softly and sweetly, panting lightly. The fox's sheath plumped out with his cock, but he didn't make any move to use it, for that moment and that evening, well…it was all about Jason.

“Mmm… Oh, that feels…"

He blushed heavily. It felt like “too much" to say that it felt good but he was languishing there, feeling lighter and “floatier" than he ever had before, the fox's lips finally closing around the head of his cock. The fox suckled faintly on him, pursing his lips more tightly, sliding his muzzle down and down, taking all of his cock into his mouth.

It fit perfectly, even though it looked like the fox was trying hard to keep his teeth out of the way, cradling Jason's cock on his tongue. He groaned, humping his hips up, thrusting into the fox's mouth, finding that he liked the wet, slippery sensation of that flexible tongue on his dick even more than he had liked that of the vixen's, before.

“Mmm… Ohhhh!"

Jason licked his lips, doing his best just to try to control himself. He had to, had no choice in the matter, the fox's tail sweeping gently back and forth as he groaned and let the fox slurp on him. It was the best blowjob, quite honestly, that he had ever gotten, though Jason wondered if the fox was just doing to him what he liked being done to himself. Even if Jason was not so sure at all that he was willing or ready to reciprocate with that…

Things could come in time. They didn't have to all come in a rush and a bustle, hastening and hustling over one another, no. It could all linger in the smooth slide of the fox's lips around his hard member, bobbing up and down as Jason tensed, closer to orgasm with every second that slipped by, all out of his control.

Yet it was good to be out of control too, not needing to hold onto that iron grip anymore. He gave a strangled sort of howl that sounded more animal than human as he jerked his hips up, suddenly spending his cream deep into the fox's muzzle.

“Ohhh!"

Yet the fox slurped down every drop of seed that Jason gave him, licking off his chops afterwards with a happy groan. Jason's chest heaved as he gasped for every gulp of air that he could. He'd never had a climax that made his head spin that much, cock aching, loathe to soften, but…it was worth it. And, without him even realising, he would come to see that there was more to sex and love than he had thought so far.

The fox nuzzled him, licking up under his chin to get his attention.

“Avery."

“Hm?"

Jason cocked his head, though his mind caught up a moment later as the fox curled up halfway around him, the long, thick brush of his fluffy tail sweeping up against his partner.

“Avery."

Ah. The fox's name. Jason smiled, hesitantly resting his head on top of the fox's, a tangle of limbs greeting them.

“Jason."

He gave his name in turn: the one thing that they could understand from one another, though Jason was sure that he wasn't pronouncing Avery's name quite correctly. That was okay, however, for they would learn in time, together. And they had a plan to escape, so close to the door, even though Avery's collar had to go back around his neck for the time being.

They would be out within the weak – and then, the real game of life, in the new world for Jason, would begin…