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So, a long overdue story. Just don't skip anything please, and don't paw off until then end! * * * The ride home from the club was mostly filled with the sounds of sex. Pavlor found out that the passenger area could be turned into one rather large bed, complete with pillows and soft, warm blankets. The driver was instructed to take it easy, due to the fact that all three passengers were going to be reclining, which added an hour and a half onto the drive. Pavlor was nestled between his owner and Gregor, the bartender who had served both of them drinks earlier. The offer to use the orcan bartender as a tip wasn't just lip service, so to speak. He was currently behind Pavlor, who was facing Sharven and receiving loving kisses from him. Sharven's hands were loosely wrapped around his pet's body, due to the fact that the canine had a wriggling, poking orca-dick up his tail-hole. The large, rounded beak of the orca was holding and sucking on the canine's fuzzier and pointed muzzle, their mouths locked together while they tasted and enjoyed the flavor of each other. The orca's broad tongue was currently pushing in and flatting Pavlor's firmly, aggressively asserting some dominance over the canine. Pavlor's ears flattened back and he started to whimper in his usual fashion, the sound tickling Sharven's libido and making him, in turn, push back harder. Gregor was rather busy himself, taking full advantage of the rump pressed forcibly back against him, as he had just found and was beginning to push himself up into the canine when the whimpering and hip-jerk of the canine forced nearly half of his tapered cetacean shaft inside. Gregor opened his beak and chittered out, eliciting a knowing look and smile from the other orca. "Oh, Pavlor," the orca impaling him began to coo, "You're body, I've never..." he gasped slightly, the fur bristled along the canine's back and tickled the orca's chest and belly, "had the honor of fucking such a handsome pet." Gregor pushed himself in deeper, amazed at how well and eagerly the canine could take him. Truth be known, he had never fucked a pet before, as he was still saving up for his own and was never given the opportunity to enjoy someone else's pet. He had muzzle-jobbed more than a few, but most owners were too possessive to allow anyone else but themselves at their pet's more tender area. A slight growl of delight and a firm push back against the cock forced the remainder of its length deep inside, the thick base stretching the ringed muscles wide. The throb of the muscle holding tight was milking at Gregor's shaft, making his hands grip the canine body and hold tight. Sharven pulled back, kissing his enthralled pet on the head once. He so enjoyed watching the look on Pavlor's face, the way his lips curled up and bared some of his teeth, the way his forehead crinkled and gave off that distinctly pained-pleasured look. His tongue would curl out occasionally, and when a particularly good spot was jabbed, like this very moment, his head would jerk back slightly and his muzzle would open to whine. The car took a gentle corner, making the orca whose cock was inside the canine push closer. Sharven took the opportunity to pull back, letting the other orca roll atop the canine and mount him properly. The sight of the black and white body over the deep brown fur of his pet would have been enough to make Sharven orgasm. Watching the hips of the bartender undulated slowly, drawing back and sliding into the depths of the willing pet. Seeing his pet tense, push back, moan and grip the sheets made him dribble and leak his own precum. He ignored his dick, not masturbating himself as he watched and drank in with intoxicated delight the visage of his pet being fucked. Gregor's actions were slow and even, he was in no rush and was in it for Pavlor's pleasure as much as his own. He slid himself with ease and grace through the muscle, drawing back and squeezing the shoulders of the canine with his arms. His hips would push back, sinking again into the canine until the tapered length of his semi-prehensile shaft was buried again. Pavlor himself was in heaven, the feeling of being made love to by Gregor was bliss. He looked at his owner, and got an affectionate, appreciative smile from him. The thick, stubby hand attached to Sharven grabbed and held the canine's muzzle quickly, holding it tight and clamping it shut. This caused a quick and immediate whine and growl from the canine, whose hackles again raised and tickled the orca's body. "Ah... Pavlor," Gregor began, "I'm gonna... gonna fill you. You want it? Do you want my cum in you?" The question was in earnest, he was unsure if such a thing was acceptable, despite the fact he was, more or less, pushed onto the pet by the bigger orca. The muzzled canine nodded sharply, whimpering between the fingers that clamped him shut so tight. He wanted it, to feel the orca spilling inside him. The force and sudden gush of warm semen was always wanted; coupled with the grip of his muzzle and the tender stroking of the clamped fingers, the canine was almost about to orgasm himself. "Ahhh... Pavlor... oh god, oh. Oh! OH.... Nnngrrrr!" Gregor pushed in, lifting his chest up and churring sharply. The sound buffeted off the inside of the car, echoing the delight of the orca atop the canine. Sharven's hand moved, gripping the dorsal fin of the bartender, holding it in just the right spot to tickle and tease. Gregor shot a glance at Sharven, his face contorted with ecstasy as his muscle pumped out the thick bursts of cetacean cum. Moments later, the orca shuddered, gave a sudden push forward, then another, and lowered himself down. He gripped and hugged Pavlor tightly, churring and holding him. The hand that was tickling his dorsal began to stroke his back, from shoulder to rump slowly and easily. Sharven leaned in, giving Gregor a small, tender kiss on his cheek. "I think my pet likes you, Gregor," came the comment from the half grinning beak. Gregory looked back, panting hard and looking post-orgasmically blissful. "I... I'm honored you allowed me this, Sharven." The two smiled, and shared a kiss as Pavlor relaxed and felt the warming slime inside his body. The car had stopped a few minutes ago, but no one had noticed due to the current state of affairs inside the passenger area. A few moments later, the driver came in over the intercom, his voice professional and unconcerned about what may, or may not have happened inside his vehicle. "My apologies, Mr. Wellser. There is a small delay, they have set up a check point for drunk driving. We should be through it in a few minutes. I have all my papers in order, so there should be no issues." Sharven spoke, "Very well. If there is an issue, inform me immediately." "Yes sir," was the reply, and then a small click as the intercom turned off. Gregor went to roll off, a sheepish and guilty expression bas beginning to creep into his face. Sharven prevented this, holding the smaller orca still atop his pet. "It would be a shame not to fill my pet with every drop you have, Gregor. Besides, he looks rather delighted where he is." Pavlor gave a curt nod of affirmation. Gregor moved back, gripping and hugging the canine under him. "Well, perhaps tomorrow when we are back at the club, both of you can join me for a little fun for one of my programs. Kendel wrote it, of course, and I would like to show it to you." "Yes," Sharven responded, "I would love it." Pavlor just made half sleepy whimpering noises, lost in the sensation of the weight upon his back and the sliding, stroking orca shaft still inside. They made it home without incident, the car dropping them off inside the garage and arranging plans for picking them up in twelve hours at four in the afternoon. The three headed for the bedroom immediately, slipping into the large mattress that could easily accommodate all of them. That night Pavlor slept soundly, dreaming of his home, showing off his owner to his friends, who were all jealous and enthralled by Sharven. It shifted to them being in the ocean, being shown around Sharven's new home at the bottom of the sea. Pavlor had a small respirator on so he could breath down there. This was followed by a passing octopus, who seemed to have been a little horny and was taking rather aggressive advantage of Pavlor and Sharven, with no complaints from either. Just as the octopus was inseminating the canine, it looked at him and said, "Would you like some breakfast." Pavlor chuckled, "Breakfast, but we can't cook under water." "No, but we can cook in the kitchen." The image dissolved as he was staring up at Gregor, who had awakened him and was apparently cooking early to impress his hosts. Sharven was up and out of bed already, waiting at the table in nothing but the skin he was born in. He smiled and beamed as the plates of breakfast-like foods were before him on the table. Pavlor sat down in front of a plate towering with waffles. "I hope I got it right," Gregor said, as he nodded at the waffles. "I've been practicing cooking by hand for a while." Pavlor licked his lips as his tummy gave a sudden and loud growling complaint to the room. Mostly ignoring it, he stacked three of the waffles onto his plate ad began to shower it with the orange colored thick syrup that tasted exactly like what he was used to at home. The first bite into the pastry was like heaven, it was crisp and warm outside but soft and fluffy inside. Pavlor chewed, enjoying a food induced oral climax. "I think he likes it," Sharven said, helping himself to a bunch of fluffy egg-like things and some strips of cooked meat. "I'm glad. 'been taking a course in food preparation, trying to get my degree. I want to be able to cook at the club. I have a passion for food." Gregor took some waffles himself, and neglected the syrup all together. The conversation ended there, as is customary for this society. They ate in silence until Pavlor leaned back in his chair to relax. He rubbed his tummy and a rude burp escaped him. He quickly covered his muzzle, but the reverberation in the room was quite strong. "I am so sorry," Pavlor said, his ear-tips flushing pink in embarrassment. "Not at all," Gregor said after hastily swallowing some food. "I'll take that as a compliment." Pavlor got up and began to clear some of the plates, bringing them into the kitchen and placing them inside the plate-washer. It was convenient that he didn't need to scrape any food off, such luxuries on this planet really helped take out the mundane chores of life. Pavlor went into his private room and turned on his computer. He began searching through the networks, hunting down for information on Sharven and the incident that had taken place years before. Since his room was off limits to everyone, he felts perfectly at ease doing anything he wanted there. Sharven had never even knocked on the door to interrupt him, instead sending in a small message over the computer if he needed to inform him of something. Hunting through the pages and files, he came across the incident that had been quickly recounted to him the day before by the ambassador. It was easy enough to find the article written about the events that day. > > > > > In the province of Lavenne yesterday, an incident took place between a member of the NPU (National Police Unit) and a farmer. Apparently the farmer and his two partners were visited for a third complaint of pet abuse. The complaint came from a neighbor who witnessed the family's pet out working in the fields and chained to the working equipment. According to national treaties and laws, use of pets as forced labor is strictly illegal

The pet in question, a fennec, was twice found out in the fields against his will and forced into manual labor. Investigations showed that the pet was forced to work ten hours a day and care for the family's living quarters. The pet attempted to flee from his home after the second report, but wasn't able to get away. The report from the neighbor was of a terrified scream, followed by muffled noises.

When NPU officers arrived at the scene, they were told that the pet was away with relatives, but investigators quickly found the pet in a locked room. The owners of the pet explained that he had gotten too close to some farm equipment, and had lost his genitals due to the scythes that were part of the machine used to harvest grain.

An officer, whose name has been withheld as of the posting of this article (follow-up article), was said to have broken the beak of the farm owner in front of his child, and the two children of each of his partners. The officer was arrested immediately and remanded into custody without further incidents. The victim of the attack suffered a fractured beak and broken jaw, and is in serious condition. The pet is also under observation at a second hospital, and has been taken away from the farm owners. The follow up article gave more details. > > > > > Two weeks ago, a member of the NPU was arrested for assault on a farm owner in front of his, and two other children. The officer in question, Sharven Wellser of Harthcenter, was dispatched to a house for a third complaint of pet abuse. (See previous article). Upon finding the castrated pet, Mr. Wellser apparently attacked the farm owner, whose name is withheld due to pending litigation.

The lawyer for the victim, Mr. Jarren L.P.M. (Pavlor looked up LPM, which is short for Law Professional, Mastered, one of the highest degrees in law) refused to comment other than his client was brutally attacked and now suffers constant pain and extensive reconstructive surgery. "My client was attacked, without provocation. His alleged crimes weren't even given a fair trial, and the officer in question, Mr. Wellser, took it upon himself to be judge, jury and executioner in this heinous crime. It is my intent to make sure that the officer is punished to the fullest extent of the law."

Mr. Wellser, who is on trial tomorrow, declined comment and did not hire counsel... A window popped up on his screen, Sharven was letting him know that it was getting late, and they would need to get suited up and ready for the transportation. Pavlor turned off his computer and walked out, the two orca's were currently engaged in a little fun themselves, Gregor was just finishing up giving Sharven a blowjob, the canine walking in just as his owner was squealing and chittering in delight. Pavlor stood watching, a smile on his face. He saw the suit he was to wear already laid out, and began dressing himself as the two orcas finished their little engagement. "You are a lucky puppy, you know that Pavlor?" The orca on his knees was licking up the semen that has leaked out of his beak. "I won't be able to get a pet of my own for another two years. I so look forward to getting one, though I'm not sure what species I would really want." "There is plenty of time to decide that later. It took me a long time to get my finances in order to buy Pavlor. But it was worth every single credit." Pavlor blushes to himself, pulling up the leather uniform and struggling to zip it. Gregor got up, slipped over to him without breaking his conversation, and helped Pavlor to finish dressing. "Well, the test I already took. I passed mine four years ago when I was eligible to take it. Scored a 97 on it; even got myself a grant for a pet." "97 you say? That's quite impressive! I only got a 73 myself. Your genetics must be rather pure, who was your father?" "I don't know," Gregor said, finishing up a few snaps as Pavlor stood still. "I was orphaned, and they won't let me at my records. But, I gave up trying a while ago. Better to live my life now than waste it finding about my past. Live in the present, I always say." He gave the canine ears a firm scratching, causing the canine to dip forward and go comatose for a short while. The vehicle arrived and the three were back out again. The traffic was much lighter today, making the trip uneventful and boring. The three mostly played games while inside the car. Gregor had the evening off from work, so he immediately brought them down into one of the private rooms, taking out a card and placing it inside the slot. The door opened after a moment, and all three stepped inside. The ready-lights came on, signifying that, if they needed to, to remove their clothing and place it in the compartments to keep them safe. Sharven stood back, as was usual for him, so he could watch rather than engage in whatever activities were about to occur. Gregor smiled wide, "Ready puppy?" Pavlor, who already had a half-knotted dick, was nodding before the orca even finished his question. Gregor stepped back as well; apparently Pavlor was going solo in this program. The lights went out, dropping the room into pitch darkness. When they came up, Pavlor was standing in the middle of an odd looking greenhouse. There were trees and flowers all about, and the sounds of small birds chirping near the roof. He was on a grass walkway, looking around and not being able to see where the two orcas were watching from. He took a few steps, and his foot landed in something soft and squishy. Wish a rather disgusted look on his face, he looked down and lifted his footpaw to see what he was standing in. His foot lifted a little, but the goop was sticky and had very quickly adhered to his foot. "Uh-oh," he said, looking around and seeing nothing. A sound above him, like that of a snake moving through the branches caught his attention. With the speed reserved only for cartoons, he lookup up and gasped. Above him was a huge flower, purple in color with five petals. It was easily bigger than he was, and the petals were opening quickly. "Oh shit..." was all he got out before the entirety of the flower dropped down and captured him in the silky soft petals. If he didn't know where he was, he would have been more than apprehensive about what was going on. But as it was, he gave in with not so much as a struggle. The flower was holding his chest, keeping his head inside the perfumed petals and feeding him some sweet pollen. Above him was an opening in the middle of the petals, and it began to suck and undulate as the flower pulled him in more and more. The goop on his foot dissolved away, and as his head entered the stalk of the flower, something slipped over his muzzle and began feeding him cool, musky air. The flower sucked his body in, his feet rising up and his shoulders and chest were being sucked into the stalk. Pavlor could feel all the sensations around him, being swallowed and feeling lightheaded and relaxed. His body became slack, making it easier for the plant to swallow him whole. He was drawn upwards, then horizontal, and then finally down at an angle until he was deposited inside the belly of a large pod. He hit the floor and felt his limbs weaken more. The chemicals he was being forced to breathe where making him grow weaker, but they were enhancing his feelings of need and the firmness in his sheath. He blinked as the soft purple glow filled the small chamber. Around him, ten slimy tentacles were pushing from holes at the base of the small chamber. Each one had a thick, moist look as they slithered around and began to lazily roll the canine onto his back and spread his arms and legs. From above, a tube-like tentacle came out, the end flared and pinkish with a sucking, undulating opening. It moved down and easily took his shaft into the warm, slick interior. Randal groaned out loudly, his hips jerking up despite the slime-covered grip of the tentacles holding him down. His cock was treated to a warm, sliding pull as the tube began to stroke down over his knot. The end bunched up, gripping his bulge and tugging against it with a firm pressure. His legs were lifted up and his knees brought nearly to his chest. With his rump exposed, he began to feel something poke his opening. It had the same slimy feel as all the other tentacles around him, spitting out some sort of fluid and making it dip down between his cheeks and tail base. As the plant began milking him slowly, he felt his pleasure rising dramatically. His cock began to twinge and jerk with electrical desire, easily finding the threshold to orgasm. As it edged ever closer to the brink, he kept straining, wanting to be pushed over the edge. The tube obliged as best it could, sucking and pulling, but the spasm and sweet release did not seem to arrive. He rolled his head back and forth, whining and groaning, trying to find that ultimate bliss. His cock burned with the pleasure normally felt seconds before an orgasm. Try as he might, he could not seem to push past. The tentacle pressing inside his tail began to stroke him quickly, oozing out the juices it made and rubbing his prostate. Occasionally a muscle would tense, sending a rather voluminous flow of his precum out, but he was not able to go beyond it. The plant was milking him for his precum, slowly drawing it forth by keeping him on the verge of bliss. Something caught his attention, and he looked to the side, straining his neck. In a pod next to him, through the opaque walls, was Gregor. He has a flowery breather attached to his blow hole and a muzzle over his beak. He was soon treated to a very similar stimulation that Pavlor was enduring. The loud, unabashed chittering and squeals of pleasure were soon mixed with the muffled whimpers and cries of need from the canine. Both remained milked, time becoming incoherent in its passage. The only thing on Pavlor's mind was trying, desperately to achieve his orgasm. Eventually the pod was filling up with some clear fluid, sloshing around and covering him. The plant eased up, giving him a few moments to relax before a cool, sweet scent filled his nostrils. His body twitched, and he felt his cock light up with fiery need. He pumped his hips as best he could, straining the tentacles that held him. He growled, bellowed, and with a body-shattering strain, finally achieved his long needed orgasm. He could feel the cum being pumped out, swallowed by the knot-fastening tentacle. His arms pulled hard and his paws remained in tight fists. He stiffened, jerked, whined and pumped his muscles until there wasn't a drop of seminal fluid left inside him. Slacked and exhausted, the pod undulated, the tentacles released him into the mass of fluids around him. The plant unceremoniously spit him out, leaving him back where he was abducted and resting in a puddle of slime. Sharven was there, holding a towel. He wrapped up his puppy and dried him off. The canine could barely move from the four hours he was there. Sharven had gone out to get a few drinks and mingle while he observed on some monitors the progress. "My handsome, sweet puppy. I'm so glad I could give you this life." Pavlor grinned up, weakly wrapping his arms around the orca's neck. "Thank you, Master," he said without thinking about it. Sharven looked shocked for the briefest of moments. He leaned in, kissed his pet on the lips and brought him outside. They waited in a room, Sharven placed his pet face down on a massage table, and then took the other for himself. Moments later two burly orcas came in, and began doing what they do best. Pavlor could sense something amiss, but he was far too relaxed right now to care much about it. Looking over at the big orca, he could see the muscles inside his body tense. He would ask later, what had gotten him so bothered, but deemed the current moment inappropriate with the massagers there. Sharven watched his pet watching him. They knew each other well enough that words were not always needed to communicate. He would talk to his pet tomorrow, and ask of him a favor. Perhaps it would be too much to ask, even he thought it would be almost offensive to pose such a question. He let the thought go, closed his eyes, and listened to the blissful moans of his pet and the strong, expert fingers working away his own stress.