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Pethouse #06 - A Good Catch

A Tales of Morveria Story

By Mantrid Brizon

The rattling of chains causes her ears to twitch. Awakening to a hard shove, the snow-white Vostii of the bunny-kin finds herself rolling from the mat before being dragged to her paw-like feet, her shackles having been removed as she slept. She quickly turns her head from side-to-side, her stringy black hair flailing as she looks between the Yasheriit, who call themselves “humans.” One of her floppy ears smacks a man in the face. He winces and grumbles only to push her along, right into the arms of an older man.

“Careful! We aren’t supposed to hurt them.” The old guard growls.

“Whatever... They won’t be with us in five minutes, so what does it matter?”

“It could alter their value. If she shows up with some fur scrapped off or a bloody nose, the boss will be mad...” He sternly replies.

“Right... We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” The young guard snickers.

“Not if you want to keep your balls... You’re still young, and they have a lot to look forward to.” The old guard warns.

“Good point... Speaking of balls, what about that one? Oh, yeah... She looks valuable!” The young guard points.

“Yeah, we can take her, too.”

“Heh. With tits like this, she’ll sell fast!” The young guard smirks, eying the Vostii of the dog-kin.

“This bunny is a real looker, too.” The old guard murmurs.

Aya, the young and fertile bunny, glances back at the older guard, who holds her in his arms. He gazes upon her naked body with hungry eyes. She can see his desire. He’s an older man, with salt and pepper hair and a rough beard, but he’s still a man. He quickly shakes the carnal thoughts from his mind as he gently pushes her away from him, guiding her out of the chamber.

“Come on. We need to get them to the auction floor.”

“Alright, alright!” The young guard snaps, briefly groping the canine Vostii’s breast as she too is pulled to her feet.

The dark-furred dog woman looks back at the man with a shy gaze. It isn’t that she’s shy, per se; the circumstances of her being here are anything but normal, at least to her. Like Aya, she was “untamed” until a few days ago. She turns to the bunny and looks at her with vibrant eyes. Aya shares her anxiety. The two females are pushed along and quickly find themselves exiting the bunkhouse, where they were stored with the other female captives. They’re marched into the warm spring air and through a stony field, toward a series of stone steps beneath a wooden arch that serves no discernable purpose.

Aya’s mind wanders as she walks, unshackled but very much a prisoner. She once lived in a modest tribe on the outskirts of the human city, living a humble life, as her people always have. She’d often wondered what it was like inside of the stone walls which guarded the many strange structures like immortal deities. She would often fantasize about the lives of the furless ones, daydreaming about their day-to-day within the mysterious village. Though a part of her would’ve loved to explore it, she never thought she’d find out this way.

She was only recently captured by the furless ones, the “humans,” when she joined a few of her people in raiding their crops. They wouldn’t have dared, knowing how dangerous humans can be, but her people were starving; the winter had not been kind to them. Caught in a heavy net by humans on horseback, Aya was placed into a wagon and led from the fields. She was brought to the bunkhouse where the dirt was washed from her fur, her body was examined very thoroughly, and she was chained to the stone floor.

She thought she would die, and like the other young females, began to panic. However, an older Vostii of the cat-kin sat in the corner. She was calm, as she was well-aware of what was going to happen. She had a healthy figure, with thick thighs, a subtle curvature to her waist, and big, milky breasts that barely fit into her dress, which was clearly made by humans. It was obvious that the feline had given birth several times before. She told the newcomers what to expect.

“They [will] not hurt you, but some [will] desire your body. [Do] not be afraid. They [are] forbidden to touch us. They [are] going to sell us, and we [will] soon live with [our] new masters.”

“You were sold before?!” The young dog woman asked in shock.

“Yes. I had one master. He bought me many years ago. We became very close... I knew him very well...” The motherly cat smirked. “His daughter [did] not like how many Polotan brothers and sisters I gave her! Hehe. I was [a] much better lover than his human wife.” She giggled.

Her smile quickly faded as she bowed her head.

“That [is] why she sold me... She was always jealous. When master’s human wife died, he claimed me and took me into [the] marital bed. When [my] master [was] away, she took me for sale... I love my master...” She sighed. “I hope he comes for me...”

Aya wonders what happened to the motherly cat, who was not in the bunkhouse when she was led away. Did they already sell her?! Aya gulps, fearful of her prospects. She was never the smartest, the strongest, the fastest, the most useful or even the prettiest, being a very average female among her tribe. Still, despite her plainness, the humans see some value in her. What might her new master or masters do to her? What will become of her life in servitude to these humans?!

Making their way down, they’re brought to a wooden platform where a modest crowd gathers to see the stock. A man in a long coat stands before the crowd, speaking in his incomprehensible human speech. Aya nearly stops in her tracks when she sees the motherly cat. She’s standing before the crowd, naked, her head bowed and her dress clutched in a hand as humans raise little wooden paddles with colorful symbols painted on them. Whenever a paddle is held up, the man in the coat points and chirps.

Aya tries to continue onto the platform, only for the older guard to grab her shoulder and stop her. They stand by, on a landing of the steps and wait for the bidding to end.

“Sold!” The barker exclaims.

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Aya is led onto the stage, standing naked before the crowd on a darkened circle on the floor. She scans the stone-built shops and homes behind them, marveling at their ingenuity. It’s a fabulous place these humans call home, far grander than her former tribe’s huts. Some of the men and women glance at her but soon depart. It seems that Friya was a more enticing purchase. Aya looks at the barker’s hand as he waves it over her, speaking in his strange tongue. She cocks her head, her pink eyes scanning his face. Oh, if only she could understand what he’s saying!

“This lovely creature was recently captured from our very own corn fields, but don’t worry! She’s healthy for her youthful age and was merely caught in the wrong place at the wrong time! She’s not brave enough to steal, nor is she bold enough to run away! She’d make an excellent maid, nanny, or ‘companion,’ for those who can’t afford the real thing.” He winks at the men in the crowd.

“Is she pure?!” One asks.

“She is not pure...”

Several men groan and instantly lose interest.

“But that’s just fine! As far as we can tell, she isn’t with-child and she’s ready and willing! You know what they say about bunnies! They’re always eager to please, and so very good at it, too! We’ll start the bidding at one-hundred zakians!”

A man raises his paddle.

“That’s one-hundred! Do I hear one-twenty-five?!” The barker scans the crowd.

Aya looks to the man who holds up his paddle. He’s young and fit, with dark hair and vibrant eyes. He scans her naked body. She recognizes that look; it’s the look of an eager male, a primal beast who wants nothing more than to plant his seed as deeply into her field as he can. Being a fertile female, she expects this. When the males of her tribe took her, showing her the ways of carnal pleasure, she was smart enough to drink the tea of neberum and prevent their seed from taking hold.

“One-twenty-five! That’s one-twenty-five! Do I hear one-fifty?!”

The man’s eyes widen, and he quickly scans the crowd. To his shock, an elderly woman he recognizes has outbid him!

“Granny Viviam?!” He gasps.

“Hello, Karlon. Fancy seeing you here!”

“What are you doing?!”

“It was a hard winter and my back hurts. I thought I could use a helper and a companion.” The old, greying woman cheerfully replies.

“Oh...”

“That’s one-fifty! Do I have one-seventy-five?!” The barker chirps.

Granny Viviam narrows her eyes as Karlon outbids her. Before long, the duo goes back and forth, increasing their bid again and again.

“That’s two-seventy-five! Do I have three-hundred?!”

“Do you really need this one?!” Karlon turns to Granny Viviam.

“I like her. She has a sweet face.”

“Ugh!” Karlon raises his paddle.

“That’s three-hundred! Do I have three-twenty-five?!”

“You only want her for one thing, Karlon!” Granny Viviam snaps.

“Duh! Look at her! She’s got great boobs, and did you see her perky little ass?!”

“You young men are all the same...” Granny Viviam raises her paddle.

“That’s three-twenty-five! Do I have three-fifty?!”

“Oh, come on, Granny!” Karlon whines.

“You can always quit! Besides, she’s not pure. I thought you all wanted virgins?”

“Usually, but I’m not picky, just lonely.” Karlon replies, raising his paddle.

“Three-fifty! We have three-fifty, folks!”

“Find another...” Granny raises her paddle.

“Three-seventy-five!!! My goodness! We have three-seventy-five! Do I have four-hundred?!?!” The barker’s eyes bulge.

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Granny Vee very politely explains all she expects from Aya, and though she’ll have chores, they don’t sound all that different from what she’d done in her own tribe. The elderly woman is a sweet and gentle creature, with a motherly way about her that commands respect and obedience. As they ride deeper into the countryside, and Granny Vee continues to talk, it becomes clear to Aya that she was quite lucky! Other beast folk don’t have masters so forgiving or forthright. Some potential masters only wanted one thing from her...

Why, if it wasn’t for Granny Vee, she might be in a very different state! She might be lying face down on Karlon’s bed, her poor little womanhood being pummeled by the handsome human’s endowment. She might be laying on her back, clinging to his hot, sweaty body as he worked hard, reaming her poor, defenseless pussy. Perhaps she’d be feeling his balls rising as he flooded her fertile body with his thick, ropey seed? She might very well have found herself raising a brood of half-breeds while her human lover provided for her every need, whilst partaking of her loins whenever he wished! How awful...

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“I [will] cook us dinner. Rest, Aya.” Granny Vee says with a warm smile, giving her a tender pat on the head.

She closes the door and Aya stares at the ceiling. It’s the first time she’s been alone in months. Members of her tribe were always within earshot, and when she was captured, she was kept in a bunkhouse with many females. In a way, it feels rather lonely to have this space all to herself. The bed could easily fit two, if she lay on her side. Aya closes her eyes as her mind wanders. What are Friya and her master doing now? What about that dog woman that Karlon purchased? How is her first night as Karlon’s slave?

“Oh-yes! Your pussy, nngh, [is] very hot, wet, and very VERY tight! RRFF!!!”

“Ahh! I-I [am] not tight! Nngh! M-master has [a] big, fat cock! Oh-yes! AHH!!!”

“I [am] almost, nngh! Almost finished!”

“Please, [do] not stop! I-I [am] cumming!!!”

“I will cum inside of you! Rrrr-yes! I will! NNGH! Will seed your fertile womb! HhhnnnNNNNGGGGAAAHHHH!!!!!”

“AAHHH!!! OH, MASTER!!! BREED MEEE!!!!!!!”

Aya’s lips curl around her short snout, a hand reaching down to touch her womanhood. Feeling the dress in her way, she opens eyes and lifts her head. The wonderful fantasy comes to a screeching halt. With a little sigh, the bunny wriggles about the bed, hiking up her dress until a hand can finally touch her soft flesh. She lay her head on a pillow, her smile growing wider as she pleasures herself.

“Mmmm... That [is] better.” She coos, her fingers rubbing circles over her clitoris. “He [is] probably inside of her... Very deep inside of her... Enjoying her sweet, little pussy. Oh-yes...”

Aya pushes a finger into her loins, past her moist nether lips and deep inside of her tight, quivering vagina. Her sharp claw doesn’t harm her and only tickles her insides as she wiggles her finger, moving it in and out. Before long, she’s lifted her head again and watches with glee as she works two fingers into her tight pussy!

“Nngh. [A] human like Karlon could have [a] big penis. Hhff-hhff! Long and fat... Ooh-yes...”

Aya gasps and pants as she works three fingers inside and out, manipulating her sweet little pussy as she tries and fails to simulate a male’s organ. She missed having sex even before she was captured, and now she’d do just about anything to have it again! As she feels her pleasure mounting, one of her floppy ears lifts. Making her way down the hall, Granny Vee opens the door to her slave’s bedchamber without so much as knocking. The bunny bolts upright, her dress covering only three-quarters her of slender legs!

“[Are] you alright?” The suspicious Granny Vee asks, her eyes narrowed.

“Y-yes! I not wear human clothing before... Heh...” Aya replies, wiping her pussy juice off her fingers, onto the inside of her dress.

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Walking along a long but narrow field, the Vostii of the bunny-kin’s mind wanders. She makes her way toward the nearby river, which snakes through the verdant forest. It’s a serene scene, one which often calms her primal mind. The cool, clear water is so pretty to look at, and feeling it soaking her soft fur is a great way to distract her from her growing desires. Pushing her way through the brush, she’s stopped in her tracks. What’s that near the large rocks where she often sits?! Is that... A male?!?!

Dropping down low, Aya stares with wide eyes at the being. Sitting along the riverbank in a little field of purple flowers, not far from her rocky perch, a young man pulls at a fishing pole.

“Aww, man!” He whines, his fish escaping the hook.

Standing to his feet, he turns and looks for the pail of bait. Aya gets her first good look at him. It’s Silas! He’s an unassuming fellow, and not terribly ugly. In fact, if she turns her head a certain way, he’s almost as handsome as Karlon, in dim light and with her eyes narrowed. He doesn’t have a square jaw or a well-defined chest, and his arms and legs are quite sturdy, as if he’d spent his days carrying heavy stones. They should be strong, as she’s seen him in town once or twice before, working at the lumber mill.

His skin is tanned from hours in the sun. Scanning his form, Aya notices his pudgy belly. It’s in stark contrast to his sturdy limbs. Clearly, he likes to eat! That can only be good, as only men of status can afford the abundance of food it takes to have such a figure. At least, that’s how it worked in her tribe... Aya recalls that Silas is the son of the lumber mill’s owner, and as a right of passage, the young man has been made to work with the rest of the lowly men. That’s all she really knows about him, that and the fact that he has something very interesting between his legs...

Maybe he’ll decide to go for a swim and then she can see what Silas is wielding? What if he takes a nap and she can sneak in for a closer look? Why is she suddenly so shy about this?! She was never shy before. Have the months of no sex affected her this much?! That won’t do at all! She’s a young and healthy female, and in female-centric civilizations, even a plain woman is a solid ten compared to a male. Why should she be so skittish? She’s a much better catch than those fish! Feeling emboldened, Aya pops up from the bushes. Silas turns and gasps at the ghostly white figure covered in shadow.

“Hello!” Aya chirps.

“Aya!” He places a hand to his chest. “You scared me.”

“Hehe! Sorry.”

He watches with wide eyes as the cute Vostii makes her way from the field that leads directly to her home. He’s surprised to see her, as he didn’t know that Granny Vee, a well-known figure amongst the community, allowed her only slave to wander so far and so freely. He thought he’d have a new fishing spot all to himself!

“What [are] you doing?” Aya innocently asks, a strange little smile on her face, her slave tags jingling softly as she walks.

“Uh... F-fishing.”

Silas feels his anxiety growing. He’s always been shy around females, especially the pretty ones. For whatever reason, the beast folk appeal to him in a way that human women don’t, or at least not as much. He’s noticed Aya before, the few times he’s seen her in town with her master, and often stared at her. She’s caught him doing that, once or twice. Aya steps closer, her hips swaying and her breasts subtly bouncing. She’s caught Silas staring at her tight ass and plump breasts before, but now that he’s alone with her, he looks like a deer caught in the lanterns of a speeding stagecoach! It’s rather adorable, in a meek sort of way.

“[Are] you catching many fish?” She asks, sashaying toward him.

“No. It escaped.”

“Oh. [Are] you using bait?” She leans slightly forward, her arms pushing up her plump, feminine mounds.

“... What? ... Oh! Bait! Yes! I [am] using bait...” He flushes.

“Hehe!”

Aya stands before the young man, her hands on her broad hips as she gazes up at him, her eyes turned upward in the cutest possible way. Her little smile curls around the corners of her snout, only widening as her nostrils flare. She sniffs the air and immediately notices his strong, woodsy scent. It isn’t because he works with wood; he has potent and alluring pheromones. That can only mean one thing...

“[May] I see?” She points toward the bait pail.

Silas shyly nods. Aya turns her side toward him and rests her hands on her knees, bending over and jutting out her butt as she looks down. It’s not the worms in the pail she’s looking at; her pink eyes are turned sharply to the side, staring at his manhood. There’s a bit of a bulge in his baggy pants, and another whiff of the air makes her eyelids flutter. His musk is heavenly.

“Oooh-yes... This... [Is] very good bait.” She coos, staring at the silhouette of his member.

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Thanks for reading the teaser! If you’d like to see the full story (about 43 pages and 12,3xx words worth) then you can find it on my Patreon page (my patreon!) behind a measly $3 paywall! That was the admission fee for the parking lot at my local trade center. Lol.