Unorthodox
Unorthodox - M/M/? - Anal/Oral/Rape(?) - October 15, 2009
By Afril, With help from Chaos Blackwing
(cl) The Gay Furry Association
His methods were to say the least - Unorthodox.
Territ hated it when Master decided to walk Home. Master had plenty of money to hire a carriage. But he said it was a 'Nice Day' and the exercise would do them good. Hah! His feet hurt and being undead, Master couldn't care less how far they walked. And why past the Slave Stalls? The rabbit felt a twinge of jealousy - He was the only 'Live' servant Master had at the moment - Was he thinking of purchasing another? Or...
A noise stopped the pair for a moment, watching a slave lay on the ground, too weak to beg.
"Worthless piece of Dung!" *Crack* went the whip, opening yet another rivulet of red to stain the already crimson pelt. The rabbit shuddered, head turned away. He bore such marks across His back, and sometimes they hurt. And sometimes they Burned - Especially when Master took him roughly, Making him cry out in Pleasure and Pain. Territ shivered. There was Many things his Master could do - All of them ending with him enslaved and Master scattered to the winds.
"Please Master..." He tugged on the gloved hand, "There is nothing we can do here." He tugged once again...
"A moment." The robed one moved, Sliding a hand across his servant's cheek-fur, making fleas *pop* in tiny explosions across his hide.
The slave seller panted, kicking at the pile of fur. "Get up - I am not done... MeLord?" A chill ran down his frilled spine. He looked at the Black Robe with it's silver trim. A priest? Someone who wished not to be seen? It mattered not, Seeth had Slaves for Every Race and Rung.
"I wish to... Purchase that one." A finger pointed to the heap. "A copper, I think."
The lizard almost hissed a laugh. "He is worth 5 coppers on the Block, Ser. And I will take no Lessss...." The last a whispered hiss as he felt the gaze look Through him. Cursed his lack of knowledge in the Arcane Matters - This was no Ordinary customer.
"Alive, Yes. But this one is no longer..."
May a dungheap be dropped on his Head! A kick brought nothing from the carcass. Brother would pull the spines out of his hide - Unless.... "2 coppers. His hide worth that much..." Then cringed back as twin coins dropped on the ground. "We... We deliver body?"
"No need." The gloves came off, revealing hands made of Bone - And nothing else! The lizard gulped his tongue as they touched the bloody carcass, making it shiver.
"Follow." The once lion lifted itself off the ground, standing as best it could.
"Master," it croaked, giving it's former owner a Look and shuffling along. Seeth shrank back, a foot firmly on the coins. Waited until the creature was past and scooped them up, Not quite running back to the Hut he shared with his Brother... Who slapped him hard enough to leave the lizard sprawled in the dirt.
"Your egg must have been Dropped! Should whip Your ass - At least 3 coppers worth... Yes I saw. Maybe next time I sell You to Necromancer - Still alive, Maybe!" Looking up as if to ask Why he had to be saddled with something as worthless as what was lying on the ground, barely breathing.
"Still lot of Day left. Go - Make sure to Sell slaves, Not make them into Rugs!"
* * * *
The rabbit sighed. Not Another Pet! His rump was going to be sore for the next few days, Sex-Magic would heal the body, and of course He would love every inch of Dead cock he was going to Ride. A stolen caress told him the 'Servant' was intact... And fairly well-hung, if the sheath was any indication. First stop was a cloak with a hood to hide the fact the male no longer breathed. The merchant winced as the cloth hid the damage done to the tawny body, Hissing between clenched teeth. Those stupid lizard brothers... This one was best rid of them. Territ smiled at the male, Nodding as he hustled the corpse away before the merchant saw more than just an abused slave. A quick carriage ride to a newly rented house (While the un-dead made for quiet neighbors, people tend to blame sorcerers for anything that goes wrong... Especially if the number of beggars or orphans goes down sharply), A fast hustle of robed body inside, and Territ could breathe again - It amazed the servant how many people wanted the 'Dearly Departed' Back. Mostly as statues (Cheaper than marble and zombies made Great watchdogs).
A quick glance out the window (No torch-welding mob), and he moved the lion to the bath, washing as much of the gunk as he could off the body. Shivered as he squeezed the fat sack, caressed the too thin ass... Crap! He found Master sitting at a plain wooden table. The first floor was all Pomp and Silks - All for patrons. The second floor was almost bare - The un-dead need little in comforts.
"Master... He will need more than I can give - Unless you wish..." A shake of the too-pale head made him sigh and turn - To 'Yeep' as a bony hand squeezed his ass, making every varmint on the bunny vaporize, their life-essences helping fix some of the worse of the damage on the lion.
"When I need you, I would Take you. You serve me better Alive for now." To others, that voice sounded Hollow, like the wind moaning from a gravesite. To the rabbit, it was as sweet as any lover's whisper. He turned, and climbed up onto the stone chair, closing his eyes as teeth bit his erection, both 'hands' gripping his butt. He arched, semen pouring into the skeletal maw, feeding the necromancer his life-force. Orgasms rocked his body, Threatened to tear his Soul out and fling it skyward... But Master didn't allow him that Final Pleasure. Gently lay the panting male on the table, kissed him.
"Rest, we have work to do."
Again Territ swallowed his disappointment. Ever since Master had rescued him, he had served the creature as best he could - To others Death was a thing to be Feared. Shuttered away, Not spoken of. For the Rabbit, it was the means to be the Ultimate servant - Never needing to Eat or Sleep. Held together and fed by Master's will alone. Once he could again move, the male hurried down the stairs to put collar and loin-cloth on. He was going 'Fishing'.
* * * *
The slave stood with his back against the stone wall, looking like a dozen others who could be rented for whatever needs a Master might have. And a new face barely registered - Slaves came and went at their owners' whims. But few seemed to want to take the Rabbit to a nearby alley for a quick hump. Or to leash him for a day of labor... There were enough that several coppers clinked in the pouch sewn into the square of cloth that kept him 'Modest', And he enjoyed every last grunt and moan as his ass was firm, and tight, his muzzle skilled in the art of draining balls. Normally he would have kept the offerings to use in the healing magic Master would use on his newest servant's body - Not today. Today he could savor every cock he got to suck on, fondle, have pounded in his rump... And if they came especially hard, or were 'Well-Gifted' he would take a longer time working their members before pulling back. If a lad seemed to be having a bad day - And it happened to all of them, he might find a few extra coins in his pouch.
It was a certain Kind of male the bunny was looking for - Someone who wanted his body. Not to hump but to make large, jagged holes in. To squeeze his neck, to bash his head in. He could 'Feel' them... Like that feline. The male oozed hate and ugliness and he quickly made his way close enough to be seen. The aura his Master gave him enamoring the killer into following his 'Prey' to the Alley - Where he found himself being hit on the head. Dragged off down the stones to a dark, dank place with little light.
* * * *
OW! Damn, whatever he had drank kicked like a buggered mule... The feline squirmed, finding himself tied down - And naked! That same bastard rabbit who had seduced him into that alley was nuzzling his erection. Fun was Fun, but... His cock quivered as the male sucked on his spined tip, getting up onto whatever he was tied to. Hey! He wasn't no Faaaaa.... Whatever he was or wasn't went out the window as the male straddled his hips and sat on his cock. At first the 'star' resisted his advances... But with a groan, the head forced it's way into the Hot, Tight tunnel. After a few short thrusts that made the feline yowl, the rabbit bent his ankles and squatted, taking the fat cock to the sheath inside him.
Ynnnhhhh...The rabbit's ass slid up and down on his pole, making the male hiss and gasp for breath. His hips flexed, wanting to slam every last inch up that tight hole... The itch sparked in his balls again, burning up his spine... The male could be forgiven for not noticing he had company - He was too busy arching up and cumming inside the sexy ass that was rubbing his balls, muscles squeezing his pulsating shaft.
Territ panted, wriggling his butt into the male's crotch, watching his Master place the lion into a rune-strewn circle. He grinned, feeling the seed blast into his back-side, knowing with each spurt the feline was giving up a little of his Life-essence to the cut-up creature close by. Little-by-little the bones knit. The cuts mended, turning to scars. Master enjoyed seeing muzzles turn white when Territ removed his shirt - Learn from other's mistakes. Again and again the bunny forced his 'Lover' to moan, to grunt... To explode inside him, waiting for the Right time...
"Now!" Howled the male as cum shot into his guts. Boned fingers gripped his ass roughly as he rode the fat ball-sack, squeezed the pulsating cock inside him. He screamed and came himself, the life-energy surging through his lanky body, being fed to the sack of bones once called a lion. A finger slid up his spine, intensifying the rabbit's orgasm until the feline's chest was white-washed in cum.
"Take Me!"He gasped, eyes closed, muzzle open, Waiting for the Last-Kiss. Instead it was the bound one who felt lips press to his, Pulling, tugging... With a whispered scream, his soul was pulled free, Caught on the skeletal fingers that teased and toyed with the transparent male.
As Territ grunted, still riding the now-lifeless body (It would be several minutes before it stopped humping and several more before the erection would lose it's rigidness), he watched as his Master toyed with the semi-transparent thing. Bone-fingers gripped a spot between the legs and Ripped a piece off... The mouth opened in a soundless howl.
"Don't worry - You won't need them where you are going."
The sorcerer picked up a small brass bell, which had a reddish tone to the metal and a pair of tiny horns adorned the handle. He rang it twice...
"Delivery."
A puff of smoke billowed out from the ground, tendrils grabbing the feline wisp and dragging it downward. 'Nooooo!' sighed the wind, and then all was still.
The necromancer chuckled and walked over to the lion and pulling the jaws open slightly, pressed the pair of round, furry orbs of energy against the rough tongue. Closed the jaw.
"Swallow..."
The male swallowed... A spark lit in the undead eyes, hands touching the now un-scarred face. Ran down the firm if thin body. Jerked as the creature found it's balls both intact and still quite capable of feeling pain.
"Master..." the lion breathed, Touching the one who had healed him. Took a step. Another... Pranced and whirled and almost fell as he kept pinching his tawny body. Bits of memory swarmed over the male - Scenes of despair, pain, anger... All gone, leaving him feeling - Confused. And hungry.
The rabbit laughed, squeezing the nut-sack that his rump still rubbed against, hoping for one more squirt, One more throbbing pump of liquid heat to join what sloshed inside him. Always the same - Like newborns, they had to fall on their butts, ram their heads into a few walls, suck a few... Hey!
The male was on his knees, licking the semen off the corpse, then growling, biting at the body... Then whimpering, Not understanding.
Territ gritted his teeth... He was going to regret this. "You are not a Ghoul. It needs to be fresh..."
The beautiful amber eyes stared at him for a moment... Then the nostrils twitched as a drop of pre slipped from the still hard rabbit-cock. A lightening-bolt hit the male as his dick was engulfed, clawed fingers digging into his rabbit-ass roughly.
"Hey! Owwwww! Watch the... Not like... Ohhhhh Godsss!" Biting, gnawing, slurping on his member the lion Finally got the idea to suck, while bobbing the maned head. And of course rasping with that so rough tongue across the too-sensitive cock-head. He arched and gave the feline what it craved... Life-force. Hot, fresh from his balls. Suddenly, the cork was gone from his ass and the bunny lurched, legs thumping on the stone. His butt was cradled in the firm grasp of the male who continued to attack his cock, getting yet another muzzleful to gulp down.
Sated, No-Name pulled up to kiss the pointed tip, swirling his tongue across it as if it were a nipple. Squeezed the firm, fur-covered rump again, moving his head lower to nuzzle the still-fat balls... And sneezing at the dust on the stone. This gave the rabbit a chance to catch his breath.
"Ma... Masterrr..."
"When you can pry your ass from his fingers, I want that dust collected, the room cleansed. And you can show our new member to his room - Unless You want to sleep with him." With a raspy laugh the necromancer left the two males, making his way up to his 'Apartment'.
Territ growled and somehow managed to pry the male's hand from his butt, slapping the bony rear. "Work, Then Play."
Got a Spirit-Bottle and collected what was left of their 'Guest', erasing the arcane symbols, and in general tiding up. Helped the lion sweep when the male stood with a broom in paw, trying to decide if he bit it, stuck it up his butt, or twirled it over his head.
When they were done the rabbit crinkled his nose up. "I need a Bath... Ugh - You need a Bath!" He patted the sexy feline's butt again. "Come on, I will teach you how to Hump Rump..." Grinned at the cub-like grin, the hand slipping into his.
"Master?" the lion said, nibbling on the long ears.
"EEEP! Stoppit... At least wait until we get to the bedroom, Horny." He sighed. "Brother," Territ corrected the male who was nuzzling his neck, making him giggle and walk a little faster before the male was on his knees and chewing on his sore butt - Save That for the bath too.
* * * *
"Oh Gods! Take me Now, Please!"
The lion found he Liked Rump-Humping - A Lot! And that he liked to Cum - A Lot. In the rabbit's ass. On the rabbit's ass. Kneeling to lick and bite and clean all the goo from the shrieking rabbit's ass. And he liked it when the rabbit Came too - After he scummed up the bunny's backside, he turned the male around and got several muzzleful's of hot spunk to swallow. As well as a pair of balls to suck on and lick clean and play with, there were nipples and toes and lips to kiss. And he Liked kissing the male.
Almost as much as Butt-Fucking. But he had to wait... It seems rabbits don't have as much stamina as a newly resurrected. After slamming his cock to the hilt in the So-Wonderful rabbit-ass for the dozenth or so time, the male had made a funny sound, rolled his eyes up and went limp. All over. So he pulled out and made sure his - Brother was clean again. Kissed the sexy, damp butt, and went in search of Master.
It was Easy to find Master - Master tugged on him like a rope was tied to his - inside. He knocked on the door, then went in.
"Master? Brother is sleeping, and I don't want to wake him and..." Words stopped as the being walked up, took his hand and guided him to a chair. Knelt...
And suddenly it was the Lion's balls being squeezed and fondled and caressed and teased into filling up with seed. The Lion's ass bony fingers dug into, squeezing, combing the fur, caressing the muscles, teasing the puckered hole. The Lion's cock engulfed and bitten and sucked on until it's owner roared, arching up, cumming hard enough to curl fingers and toes and make his tail-tuft poof. Again, taking seed and sanity and Life until the male could only cling to the chair's strong wooden frame and whimper. Be lifted up, Stumble down the stairs to the safety of his room and the male who he had a lot more respect for.
'Eckti' rang in his ears, Master naming him for the last star seen in the Dawn's light. Fell into bed, kissing the long ears again, snugging the warm body to his, shivering... Cold for a moment. But the spell passed and he too, was sleeping, exhausted.
* * * *
The Necromancer looked out over the city, watching someone furtively come to his gate. 'Grinned' as they stared when a skeletal hand beckoned the visitor to come inside. He made himself ready to Zombify yet another body - Or perhaps find one. The constables made discreet inquiries from time to time, Hoping some light might be shed upon some un-solved case or another. If business kept growing he would definitely have to get more servants... There were plenty of souls 'dying' to get a taste of a better life - He just might oblige them.
The End