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Been a while! Sorry, lots of life to deal with, plus weeks worth of traveling. But I'm back, and got a few things close to done. And this monstrous story! Probably the longest single one yet, and has a little bit of everything. Even a few bits to tide over the folks aching to see the milk ponies and urinal slaves since they've been so patient. (And sorry if I missed any direct requests for this one, forgot to look again while writing.

So, anyway, let me know if there's anything specific you want to see coming up! And I'll pay closer attention to those notes next time :)

And as always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Proofread by SkyWing

Greg belongs to Dexter Otter

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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"Well hello again, my lucky, lovely viewers!" Edris said. Bowing deeply for the camera, he revealed that, rather than filming from his usual stage, he was doing so from out front of his store. "I'm sure you've noticed a bit of a change of scenery. Weeeeeell, ever since I had my nice new piece of public art installed next to the front door, I've been enjoying it too much to leave its side. In fact, you could say I've enjoyed it four separate times since lunch." Chuckling to himself, Edris licked his lips, hungrily glanced off to the side. "Go ahead and get it in-frame, Gary. Let everyone see what my lovely snake's been up to!"

The camera quickly panned to the side, zooming and focusing in on the green-scaled snake embedded in her large wooden wheel. Still bent completely in half by the elaborate stocks, her forked tongue pierced to her metal-capped clit, she was currently positioned upside-down with her reddened rear held over her head. A buff wolfess was using a thick, knotted strap-on to fuck her throat while also fingering her tailhole, pulling the stretchy rim to a wider and wider gape with every thrust. The snake's eyes weren't visible to the camera, but going by her thick coating of cum, she had seen significant use since her last cleaning. Her pierced pussy was glistening, dripping with unfulfilled need, occasionally sending a drop of her fluids running right down onto her tongue.

"She is just. So. Beautiful..." Edris said, dreamily clasping his hands to his chest. "I absolutely have to thank you all again! Let it be known: I love my customers!" Grinning as widely as he possibly could, his tail energetically whipping side to side behind him, he placed his hands on his hips and leaned in toward the camera. "But enough warm fuzzies, I'm sure you all want me to get on with the next episode, hm? Far be it from me to keep my favorite people waiting!" He pulled an envelope from his pocket, used a claw to slit the end, and pulled out a white, gilded card with a dramatic flourish.

"Ooh, the next winner is going to be the sexytime gladiator!" Edris proudly exclaimed, giving the card a quick read. "Sounds like that nice, tomboyish german shepherd is going to learn to fight! Another excellent choice! Her training montage should make for a lovely episode!" Chuckling, he added under his breath, "Not to mention I get to be in charge of it all." After showing a coy smile to the camera, he looked back down to read the rest of the card. "Aaaaaaand training her will be..." Seeing the printed name, he trailed off, his smile rapidly faded as he hissed through his teeth.

"Me," an unseen voice, the sound of which visibly startled the lizard, chimed in, finishing his thought. Her hands folded behind her back, a buxom weasel wearing a casual t-shirt and gym shorts strolled on-screen, standing beside beside the lizard.

"...Bridget..." Edris said, growling . "How did you know, exactly?"

"Oh, I just had a feeling," Bridget cooed, smugly smiling at the lizard.

After taking a long moment to glower silently at his unwelcome guest, Edris fixed his gaze back on the camera. "Really? You all gave me my snake just to stab me in the back right after? I friggin' hate my customers." He grumbled incoherently, tossing the weasel another hateful glance. "One moment," he said, storming off toward the entrance to his store, passing through the curtain hanging over the entrance.

Bridget had to stifle a laugh as a litany of swears began to filter out from the store, punctuated by a number of frustrated strikes flapping the curtain in and out.

Several seconds later, the tirade came to an abrupt end, and Edris emerged from his store with a wide-eyed, obviously fake grin plastered on his face. "My apologies!" he shouted, standing as far from the weasel as he could without leaving camera's field of view. "Technical issue, nothing important!" Balling his hand into fists, he ground his teeth for several awkward seconds. "So... Bridget... will be training the gladiator. Good... for... her..."

"Thank you, Eddy." Bridget replied, giving the lizard a friendly nod.

Edris narrowed his eyes at the weasel, seemingly trying to burn a hole through her, when a sly grin began to creep across his muzzle. "You know, this could actually work," he said, stroking his scaly chin. "Since I'm going to be the Caesar of this whole thing, I'll get to pick events and competitors, like, say, I can pit a certain bitchy little weasel's scrawny little mutt against the biggest rhinos, bulls, and so forth we have." Leaning over toward the weasel, he lowering his voice to a shouted whisper. "Don't you worry, I'll be doing eeeeeeverything I can to make sure you fail."

"Oh, Eddy, if you're as good a saboteur as you are a salesman, then I've already won," Bridget replied, leaning right back toward him, her countenance utterly unchanged by the unveiled threats.

Once again, the lizard stood in silence as his smile slowly faded. "One moment!" he eventually spoke up, making a beeline right back inside his store. After another session of venting his impotent rage against the curtain, he reemerged with his brown scales showing a distinctly red tint. "Sorry! Technical difficulties again! But we're good now!" Clearing his throat, he shot the weasel another fuming death-glare before focusing back on the camera. "Aaaaanyway... enough of THAT, time to wrap this one up. Per your suggestions, we have the future schedule more or less planned out as listed below, feel free to request any alterations, blah, blah, fucking blah."

1. Male raccoon, Chandelier Urinal Slave, and Male otter, Mobile Urinal (Starring Fred and Fiona)
2. First Gladiatorial Match (Opponents, matches, details, TBD)
3. Female kangaroo, Female weasel, Milk Ponies (Starring Alvin)
4. Second Gladiatorial Match (Opponents, matches, details, TBD)
5. More Gladiatorial Matches
6. Male boar, Chef/Serving Platter, Male rat, Living Canvas will eventually be revisited

"And there you have it." Sighing, Edris reached into his pocket, grabbing a piece of paper. "Bridget, here's your list of req-"

"I already have them," Bridget interrupted, pulling a paper of her own from her shorts pocket. "I pay attention to these things. And here's a list of my own requests you can take care of before you send her to my training room." She held the paper out to the lizard, whose throat was tightly clenched, simulating another violently fake grin.

"GOOD," Edris shouted through his teeth. "GOOD GOOD GOOD." Snatching the offered list away, he roughly stuffed it inside his jacket. "WE'RE DONE NOW. YOU CAN GO."

"Alright then. See you in the arena, Eddy." With a friendly wave, Bridget casually strolled away, heading toward one of the mall's numerous exits.

Saying nothing more, Edris drew a finger across his throat, presumably gesturing for the camera to cut, and stormed straight up to his snake to blow off some steam.

At some point during his interaction with the weasel, the wolfess had finished fucking the snake's throat, leaving behind a fresh coat of glistening juices soaking her chin scales. A male kangaroo had since taken her place, swaying his thick tail as he thrust his cock in and out of the inviting reptilian snout. Lost in pleasure, the kangaroo made a humiliating squeal of surprise when a furious lizard came up from behind, grabbed him under the armpits, yanked him free, and unceremoniously tossed him to the floor in a heap.

Fishing his own cock out of his pants, Edris pulled the wheel down, angling it to gain comfortable access to the snake's tailhole, and immediately thrust his full length straight up her ass. He let out a deep sigh, promptly pounding away at her rump, slapping scales against scales as he brutally fucked her with a furious speed.

"Hey! What the fuck was that, man?" the kangaroo shouted, hopping back to his feet. "I was using it!"

"Ten. Percent. Discount. For. Waiting," Edris grunted between thrusts, keeping his eyes screwed shut tight.

Blinking, the kangaroo considered the offer, quickly responding with a mumbled, "Yeah, okay then." Shrugging, he sat up, content to jerk himself off while waiting for the lizard to finish.

With that, the camera finally stopped rolling, fading to black.

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Passing through the doorway into her designated training room, her unashamedly nude pet skunk trailing a few steps behind her, Bridget gave an impressed hum. The vast room, in keeping with the rest of stadium's overarching gladiatorial theme, had been designed to look like something right out of ancient Rome. There were a multiple rows of marble columns supporting the vaulted ceiling, while the marble walls bore beautiful, elaborate floral carvings. At the center of it all, there was even a working fountain, gently shooting two arcing streams of water into the air. The far wall was completely open, leading out to a balcony looking out over the stadium's seating and the main arena.

Different sections of the room were clearly tailored to different purposes, though given the room's open flow, it lacked any internal walls to separate them. The bedroom area appeared to be nice and homey, with a large, posh bed, a flatscreen TV mounted on the wall, and a small dog crate on the floor next to it, while what seemed to be a living room had a couple couches and another TV. The majority of the sprawling room was dedicated to the forthcoming training, peppered about with several pieces of exercise equipment, most of which appearing to be something more like torture devices. The only other door besides the entrance led to a communal bathroom and spa shared by several other rooms.

And right next to the fountain, standing out from the rest of the lifeless, stone décor, a husky dangled by his wrists from the top of a sturdy metal frame.

Curiously tilting her head, Bridget approached the dog, her sneakers gently squeaking against the tiled floor as she moved. Berry, still following close behind his mistress, promptly took his place by her side, his own bare footpaws making close to no sound. Keeping his hands grasped behind his back, the slightly chubby skunk stood with his white-furred chest proudly puffed out and his tail held upright, joining his mistress in looking their unexpected guest up and down.

Though the husky was on the tall side, fit and well-muscled, the shackles binding his wrists to the top bar of the frame had him suspended several inches off the floor. His fur had a fairly standard pattern for a husky: darker gray fur on his back running from his head to his upper-arms, thighs, and tail, with a sharply contrasting white fur over his face, chest, belly, arms, and legs.

A pair of black, featureless mitts were locked around his hands, while a full set of tight toe-rings were each individually chained to the bottom bar of the frame, keeping his tautly bound body from swaying too much. His sheath was sealed away inside a tight metal dome, a permanent version of the one currently locked over the skunk's sheath. The hole at the tip of the husky's cage was leaking a constant stream of pre-cum, running down along the curvature of his swollen, softball-sized balls before dripping down onto the floor. A gentle humming droned out from under his tail, his vibrating butt-plug helping to keep his cage uncomfortably, tortuously full.

Regardless, of all the otherwise masculine husky's notable features, the single most prominent was - by a wide margin - his pendulous DD-cup breasts. Each of the beach-ball-sized orbs was capped with a finger-thick, inch-long nipple, glistening with milk at its tip.

Able to do little more than weakly groan through the large black ball-gag locked in his muzzle, he turned his head, shying away from the impressed weasel's gaze. He shuddered, incidentally making his prodigious endowment enticingly jiggle.

"Well now," Bridget said, smiling at the intersexed canine, "what have we here?" Spying a small piece of paper peeking out from his cleavage, she deftly grabbed it, unfolding it to give it a read. As her eyes scanned the clumsily written, yet still legible text, she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

Heya, Bridge! I heard about ya gettin' chosen fer this and durn if I didn't run straight to the barn to getcha a little congrats gift! I never did thank ya proper for gettin' us all through the storm a ways back, hopefully this'll be a start! Fella's name is Greg, and he's been modified to produce a high-efficiency feed that'll help yer warrior pup get big and strong while eliminating her need to, well, eliminate! Now go have some fun, I'm rootin' for ya!

_ -Alvin_

PS Don't worry about having to perform any maintenance on him, it's all taken care of! And thanks again, Bridge!

Folding the note, Bridget slipped it into her pocket. "That boar is such a sweetheart, he didn't have to do this!" she said, reaching over to cup one of the husky's breasts and give it a firm squeeze. The bound dog let out a muffled moan, squirming as a thin stream of milk shot out from the nipple, splattering down onto the floor. "Not that I'm complaining. At all." Stopping to scratch her chin, a devilish grin crept across her muzzle. "Say, Berry, what would you think about sending Twig to the farm for a little treatment? Get all the buck milk you could ever want?"

The skunk's face lit up as he vigorously nodded his approval.

"Food for thought," Bridget said, chuckling again. "Almost a shame he's not here to discuss it. No matter, I'm sure he's having plenty of fun with his sitters right now, anyway."

Elsewhere, Fred and Fiona were have the time of their lives, spit-roasting the leather-clad deer, the fox taking his mouth while the possum used a strap-on to plow his ass. At some point amid their frenzied thrusting, Fred raised his hand to high-five the possum, getting back an annoyed grunt and a roll of the eyes for his effort.

"Come on, then, Berry, our trainee will be arriving soon, better get you ready." Heading over to the bed, she pointed down at the mattress, silently commanding her pet to take a seat.

Berry quickly shuffled over and did as he was told, hopping onto the bed, letting his legs hang down over the edge. A sharp, chirped moan escaped his lips, forced out when his full weight landed atop the custom-made plug stuffed between his cheeks. He sheepishly gazed up at his mistress, blushing as he gently kicked his dangling legs.

Playfully tousling the skunk's headfur, Bridget took a ring and a small key out of her pocket, then knelt between his splayed legs, just a few inches from his caged crotch. Without saying a word, she unlocked the cage and pulled the dome up off his sheath, letting the discarded piece of metal clatter to the floor.

Falling backward, landing on his elbows, Berry groaned and clenched his toes. Almost instantly, the tip of his cock shot out of his sheath, swelling and twitching, clearly as overjoyed as its owner to be freed. Eagerly bucking his hips with his eyes closed, listening to the envious whine from the husky across the room, he was only faintly aware of the cool ring slipping down all the way to the base of his growing shaft.

Bridget happily waited the scant few moments it took for her pet to become fully erect before giving the ring a firm squeeze, bringing it online. As the thin metal loop shrank down, flush against his throbbing cockflesh, a set of four indicator lights spread evenly around its circumference lit up, glowing dull green.

"How do you like your new ring, Berry?" she asked, enticingly running the tip of her finger up and down his needy length. "This combat model's similar to your old one, preventing any orgasms while keeping you nice and hard. The only difference is an indicator to let you know when an orgasm's been denied. For scoring purposes, of course."

Showing a quizzical, mildly worried grimace, Berry simply shrugged at his buxom mistress.

"No, I'm not going to make you compete," Bridget replied, reassuring her pet, "this is just so you can help with training our new gladiator. I'm not putting my special guy out there like that." As she gave the pleased skunk's cock tip a playful flick, a loud thump against the room's front door got their attention. "Ah, speak of the dog. Wait here a moment."

Sprinting across the room, Bridget threw the door open to find the german shepherd glaring right back at her, gagged and secured within a set of wheeled wooden stocks. From what she could see of it, the spindly dog had a beautiful, freshly groomed coat consisting of a shade of light brown over most of her body. From her neck down to her knees, her back fur was a solid, shiny black, same as her muzzle, tail tip, and a pair of rings around her eyes.

Ignoring the bound canine's hateful gaze, Bridget squatted down to give her a quick look-see, checking if her other few requests had been honored alongside the grooming.

The shepherd's petite, A-cup breasts had been graced with a brand new pair of barbell piercings through her sore, still-sensitive nipples. Her chastity belt and butt-plug had been removed, leaving behind a thoroughly cleaned, slightly gaping tailhole, easily visible with her tail pulled up, cuffed to the back of the stocks. The once bushy fur around her crotch had been neatly trimmed back, framing and drawing attention to her puffy, pink, freshly cleaned pussy lips. A minuscule ring - similar in design to the skunk's new cock ring - hugged around her clit, flush against her flesh, glinting slightly from between her splayed legs. Same as her crotchfur, her dark-brown, straight, formerly shoulder-length headfur had been cropped short in something like a crew cut, only with slightly longer bangs left to curl over her forehead.

"Looks like they did it all, good work," Bridget said, nodding as she stood back up. She looked for the delivery person to offer her thanks, though the bitch-suited feline in question had already made their way a good distance down the hallway. Crawling on all four bent limbs, her heavy breasts nearly touching the floor, the latex-encased cat was moving at an impressive pace, a now unattached towline dragging along behind her.

As the hooded cat traveled blindly down the hall, one of the many doors flew open and a tall, broad-shouldered alligator stepped outside, immediately tripping over her crawling form. Sent stumbling over several steps, the alligator barely managed to recover his footing, coming to a complete stop, his arms held wide to either side. He snarled, for a moment seeming like he was about to fly into an ugly rage. After giving the latex-clad feline a good look up and down, he instead grinned, lustily running his tongue along his scaly lips. Picking up the trailing towline, he dragged her back into his room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Chuckling, Bridget took a firm hold on the shepherd's wheeled stocks, preparing to pull the whole thing back into her room, pausing when she noticed a small note pinned to the wood.

Bite me.

-Love, Edris

"That... was about what I expected," she said, smirking as she tucked the note away. Wheeling the platform inside her room, she let the door slam shut, locking it behind them. After guiding it over to a penned-off corner of the training area, she surprised the imprisoned dog by uncuffing her tail, unlocking the wooden device, then tossing the top half open.

The instant the shepherd realized her neck, arms, and tail had been freed, she jumped upright, taking off at a full sprint straight for the balcony. She only made it three steps when her body lit up with an agonizing, crackling zap of lightning. A gurgled scream filtered past her gag as she lost control of her body and limply careened to the floor. Raggedly gasping, she gradually opened her eyes, gazing up at the approaching weasel with an expression of confused fear creeping across her face.

"As we're on a bit of a clock here," Bridget said, her arms crossed in front of her chest, "I'm just going to give you a brief overview of your new life. You're now a gladiator. After a few days of training, you'll be competing in a grand tournament with all your fellow gladiators. The ultimate winner of the tournament will receive a special prize of a single sexual release, while the worst losers will be punished. If you do well for me out there, I'll treat you well in return, so just do your best."

The shepherd remained silent, fearfully sneering up at the weasel as she struggled to sit up. Her fingers wandered up to her throat, probing about until she found a thin, leather collar - likely the source of her near-electrocution - buried under her thick coat, locked around her neck.

"As for the training," Bridget continued, "just do everything I say, don't get violent outside of a sanctioned fight, and don't try to run. Break any of those rules and you'll get another correction from your collar. Or from your piercings." With a snap of Bridget's fingers, the shepherd's nipples lit up with their own localized shock, forcing her to belt out a muffled howl as she clapped her hands over her chest. "...Or from your ring," she added, snapping her fingers again, this time causing the clit ring to light up with another shock.

A shrill shriek echoed through the room as the shepherd clapped her hands against her pussy, dropping to her side on the floor. She pressed her skinny thighs together, curling into the fetal position, mewling as she rocked back and forth, twitching with raw agony.

"Really, if you earn a shock, it'll be from all three at once," Bridget said, giving a flippant shrug, "I just thought you should know what each one individually feels like. Alright, point's been made, let's get started." Grabbing hold of the dog by her scruff, Bridget dragged her through the penned-off area's gate and into something like a wrestling ring. After setting the panting dog down, she bent down to remove her gag, tossing the spit-soaked sphere of rubber to the floor. Casually strolling out of the ring, she beckoned the skunk over, saying, "Come on, Berry, it's time for some sparring."

An excited grin spread across Berry's muzzle as he leaped off the bed, eagerly sprinting right through the gate to join them. His full-blown erection was still standing at attention before him, swaying with every step, throbbing hungrily as it enjoyed its freedom. He stood perfectly still for his mistress, chest puffed out, arms behind his back, tail raised to not-so-subtly to show off his bubble-butt.

"She seems pretty experienced vaginally," Bridget said, leaning onto her elbows over the gate, "so to start, go for an anal take-down, okay?"

Nodding, the skunk lowered himself, adopting a slightly more relaxed fighting pose, patiently waiting for his opponent to climb back onto her feet.

"This will be the most common kind of event you'll be seeing, Sammy. A simple one-on-one fight to see who gets the other off first. Spectators may toss in weapons to try and alter the outcome, but overall, it's nothing too complicated. No real rules aside from no low blows or dirty fighting. Unless, of course, that's the theme of the fight." Bridge demurely scratched her chin, grinning at the scrawny canine weakly finding a stable footing. "The sensor on your clit will both sense and block climaxes, using them to keep score. Don't try to remove it. It's more or less part of your skin."

"My name is Samantha," the shepherd growled. Lightly panting under her breath, she staggered backwards, needing to hold onto the pen to stay upright. "I don't know who the fuck you people think you are, but I'm leaving, and I'll kill you if you try to stop me." As tough as she wanted to make herself seem, the slight waver to the scrawny dog's voice gave herself away.

"Count yourself lucky I'm letting you keep 'Sammy'. Now, Fight!"

The instant the dog took her first stumbling step for the gate, Berry was upon her, tackled her to the floor onto her back. Kneeling over her ankles, he grabbed hold of her flailing wrists, clearly having fun maneuvering her into his mistress' desired position.

"GET OFF!" Samantha shrieked, struggling in a full panic to shove the cheerfully smiling skunk off of her. "GET OFF!!! GETOFFGETOFFGET-" She drew back her leg, preparing to plant her heel into the skunk's crotch however many times it took to get him to release his grip. "-OFFAWAOWAAAAAAAAH!!!" Just as she began to thrust her leg out, she broke into an incoherent squeal, her whole body lighting up with another round of painful electricity. The shock lasted a little longer that time, and once her body finally finished seizing, her limbs dropped limply to the rubbery floor. Her head fell back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she went back to a series of heavy, panting gasps.

"No low blows, remember. Give her a moment to recover, Berry," Bridget said, gesturing for the skunk to halt his attack.

Silently, Samantha stared up at the ceiling for several aching seconds, her already small breasts completely flat against her heaving chest. She glanced down at the skunk motionlessly straddling her footpaws and, cringing, turned her head to face the weasel in charge. "...why..." she weakly muttered, "...why are you doing this to me?..."

"You know, I've been asked some variation of that same question more times than I can remember," Bridget replied, sighing as she rested her chin on her open palm and leaned against the gate. "Somewhere in the low thousands, now, probably. There are really any number of answers I could give you, but I'm just going to tell you the same thing I've told each and every one of them." She leaned further over the gate, narrowing her eyes to slits at the prone canine. "You. Know. Exactly. Why."

A look of confusion crossed the dog's face, followed by one of skepticism, then incredulity, ending on one of pure, disbelieving horror. Bridget had seen that very same cascade of emotions pass by time and time again. Any number of thoughts in the vein of 'How could she possibly know what I did?' were running through the shepherd's head, and with any luck, that bit of mystery would cow her into following orders. Standing upright as she let the dog ponder her situation, Bridget gestured for the skunk to resume their match.

Before Samantha could ask any followup questions, a pair of hands roughly grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over onto her belly. The wind was completely knocked out of her when the skunk belly-flopped onto her back, pinning her arms to her sides. Nearly being smothered in that position, she could scarcely struggle more than kick at her attacker's rear from behind. When she recalled the shock from just a minute ago, she kept her legs straight, choosing instead to try crawling out from under the heavier mephit.

Remaining focused on his own task, Berry began to pump his hips, blindly giving several probing thrusts between her cheeks before successfully spearing half of his length through her clenching tailstar.

Though the plug and its remaining lube had eased the entry, Samantha was decidedly inexperienced anally. She could only let out a long, pained whine as her backdoor was totally violated.

"You're decently tall, but since you have almost no body mass, your best bet is to learn how to get your opponents off while on the bottom." Bridget shifted slightly to the side, growing horny at the sight of her favorite pet enjoying himself, plowing some ass. "Clench down rhythmically, try to milk him as he fucks. Even without the ring he's still on strict orders not to climax, so it'll be a challenge, but keep practicing and you'll get the hang of it." Letting her hand wander down to her crotch, she rubbed at the fabric covering her moistening pussy. "Eventually."

Too preoccupied to listen to what the weasel was saying, Samantha gave everything she had on a desperate attempt to throwing the skunk off of her. Failing that, she tried clenching her hole to keep the skunk's thrusting shaft from getting any deeper. She cringed, hearing him huffing directly into her ear, moaning with pleasure as he hilted her ass, his thighs now slapping against her rear with each thrust. Samantha briefly considered tearing his throat out, but in all likelihood it would only earn her another full-body shock, and her poor, freshly pierced nipples had had enough.

Then again, it might be worth it if it stunned the humping skunk and put an end to their fight...

Deciding to risk it, Samantha bared her teeth, went in to bite the skunk's throat, and was predictably caught by yet another shock, stopping her millimeters before she found her target. She fell to the mat, disoriented, twitching, and exhausted, and to her dismay, the skunk kept up his thrusting without even slowing down. If anything, he only seemed to increase his speed, pounding her ass even harder, spurred on by the spasming tightness of her backdoor tugging back on his cock.

"Clever strategy," Bridget said, giving an approving nod. "Brave too, if ultimately futile. Your shocks, remember, are localized, so they're for you and you alone. And now you've left yourself open to retaliation." She spun her finger in the air, getting an enthusiastic smile from the skunk.

Taking advantage of the shepherd's stunned haze, Berry hugged her close, rolling them both over until he was on his back with her lying on top. Grunting with effort, he lifted his rear off and floor and resumed pounding up into her rear. Even without the possibility of release, he was absolutely loving the feel of the hot tunnel gripping his length, far tighter than Twig's, and even more so than either of his mistress' holes.

"This is what you would call a losing position. Get caught like this and-" Bridget paused, interrupted by a gasping moan from the shuddering canine.

His arm hooked around the shepherd's chest, roughly tweaking her nipple, Berry reached down to grope her twitching, freshly shaven pussy. He thumbing at her clit as he hooked his fingers, pressing them into her folds, finger-fucking her with the same rhythm he was using to plow her tailhole. Within moments, he forced another moan from his opponent, this time fading into a full scream.

Squirming uselessly against the skunk's grip, Samantha bucked her hips against his curling fingers, feeling a reluctant - if much desired - climax approaching. She tossed her head back, riding a wave of pleasure that... suddenly tapered off into nothing. A dull numbness filled her nether regions, followed immediately by a loud, resonating 'ding' from her clit ring. Looking down, she could see that her entire crotch, underneath the skunk's hand, was bathed in an ominous red light.

"-you need to suppress your own pleasure and give milking your opponent everything you have, or else you'll quickly lose," Bridget finished speaking, disappointedly shaking her head. "You're going to need a lot of work if you hope to win out there. Luckily, we have a few machines that'll help you on that front."

Finally recovered enough to break free of the skunk's grip, Samantha rolled off his cock and onto her knees, using both hands to finger herself to another orgasm to make up for the ruined one. Her whole world fell away, her aching loins desiring nothing but a well-earned release. Berry, meanwhile, rested back against his folded arms, his cock standing straight up in the air, basking happily in his victory.

Sighing, Bridget walked into the pen, grabbed the furiously masturbating shepherd by the scruff, and dragged her over to one of the numerous exercise machines populating the room. By all appearances, the machine in question appeared to be a home gym, only with a number of unique modifications. Most notably, the majority of the movable parts bore attached sets of shackles, the front pair of press-arms had a massive dildo mounted between them on an articulated arm, which was currently aimed at what would be the shepherd's face level. The cushioned seat had its center cut out, showing off another pair of equally massive dildos, these ones made of a slick, jelly-like, translucent material, menacingly poised to shoot up through it.

Getting a good look at the machine, Samantha made a cursory attempt to struggle away, ultimately accomplishing nothing against the surprisingly strong weasel. She was unceremoniously tossed onto the weight machine's seat, a set of three metal restraints shackling her to the backrest by her neck, chest, and belly the instant she landed on the cushion. With a mechanical whir, the dildo by her mouth swiftly pushed forward, forcing its way into her mouth, then partway down her throat. It was extremely unpleasant, just enough to tickle her gag reflex, making her reflexively try to swallow against the tip. She could still breathe, at least, though each inhale choked her senses with a piercing, pungent aroma of lubed rubber.

While the dog was distracted by the oral toy, Bridget took the opportunity to shackle her wrists to the press-arm handles, followed by doing the same for her ankles ankles and the leg-lever bars. Stepping over to the machine's main console, she tapped a few buttons, then hit a large green one labeled 'START'. With another mechanical whir, the rear dildo speedily thrust up through the seat's opening, forcing itself deep into the dog's mildly gaped ass, forcing her to let out a sharp, muffled, squeal.

"To give you a brief overview," Bridget began to explain, "The respective penetrations you're enjoying will be removed when you either push your arms out or extend your legs, and will stay out so long as you hold them out. You can only do one out at a time, and each time you do your legs, the anal and vaginal ones will swap. Also, for as long as the dildos are inside you, they'll continue to grow in size. They'll reset once pushed out, but that means you don't want to rest or ignore one for too long." Bridget scratched her chin, oblivious to her gladiator-in-training's incredulous stare. "Oh, and if you're a bad girl and try to climax again, the machine will automatically add weight. That's about it. I set it for four hours, so I'll check up on you then. Have fun!" Flippantly waving to the struggling shepherd, she strolled over to her bed and hopped aboard. "Berry," she called out, crooking her finger to the skunk, "I could use a pillow."

Gleefully sprinting over to join his mistress, he dove atop the bed, belly-down directly behind her. After easing his pulsing erection down between his thighs, he fluffed out his tail, resting it against his back.

"Very good, thank you," Bridget said, giving her pleased pet a loving scratch between the ears. Leaning back against his tail, nestling into the luxuriously soft mass of fur, she kicked off her sneakers, stretching her toes as she let out a happy sigh. Feeling nice and relaxed, she grabbed a nearby remote and flipped the TV on. "Hm, looks like a new episode of Tentacle Mansion just started. Should be a nice diversion before I have to get caught up on paperwork."

Berry simply smiled, resting his head on his crossed arms as they both focused on the show currently in progress.

A male, tan-furred rabbit was nervously inching down the dilapidated halls of a darkened mansion, nothing to light his way but a dim, flickering flashlight. For the show's viewers, the hidden cameras filming him were using a high-definition night-vision filter, capturing every detail.

The rabbit jumped, letting out a startled shout when his bare footpaw landed on a loose floorboard, causing a loud creak. He pressed his back against the wall, clasping his hand over his chest, gritting his teeth as he waited for his heart to stop racing. His tall ears swiveled toward what he thought was another approaching creak, but calmed himself when his flashlight revealed nothing behind him. Resuming his exploration, he soon arrived at the end of the hallway, seeing only a single nondescript door through which he could continue. His hand shaking, he grabbed at the handle, taking several deep breaths before willing himself to open it.

The instant he had it open, he regretted his decision. Following his flashlight's weak beam, he could see that the door didn't open into a new room so much as it did a cavernous pit, the walls of which were lined with unending masses of pulsating flesh. Further inside the pit, he gasped at the sight of a pair of his fellow explorers - a female gray wolf and a male kangaroo - suspended several feet off the floor by a sort of oozing, organic webbing wrapped around their elbows and ankles.

The unfortunate duo were nearly unrecognizable, a set of hollow, clear tentacles rhythmically pumping large, ovoid objects into their throats and tailholes, forcing out a chorus of grunts and whines as their already distended bellies grew increasingly full. The wolfess's had it worse off than the roo, her belly nearly double his size thanks to an additional tentacle filling her vagina with the egg-like objects. Another two thinner tentacles were wrapped around the lengths of her dangling breasts, eventually latching onto her nipples, rhythmically sucking on the sensitive nubs.

The presence of the single, twinkling light - not to mention the ensuing terrified scream - drew the wolfess and kangaroo's attention, but in their current state, they were unable to do much else but stare at their former cohort.

The rabbit, dropping his flashlight in his panic, let out a series of babbling shrieks as he turned to run away, only to trip when a tentacle whipped out, wrapping around his ankle. He fell hard to the floor, stunned long enough for a small horde of the slimy appendages to shoot out the door after him, rip his clothes to shreds, then wrap around his limbs. As he was dragged back into the horrible room, a hollow tentacle snaked up, slamming right up his ass, immediately starting the process of pumping him full of eggs. He choked out one final scream before he was dragged helplessly into the darkness, bringing an end to his adventure.

Bridget smirked as a simplistic icon of a rabbit head appeared on the screen, getting a 'X' drawn through it before flying off to the side to join several other crossed-out icons, among them a wolf and a kangaroo. The scene artfully zoomed in on the dropped flashlight, the light dimming to nothing as the door slammed shut in the background, cutting off the faint sounds of wet slapping and sucking.

"That was a good one," she said, crossing an ankle over her knee. "It's nice that we're getting all these new shows, isn't it?"

Berry cheerfully nodded. If nothing else, the various bizarre sources of 'entertainment' were certainly interesting. Really, his greatest source of enjoyment came from serving his mistress. So long as the weasel was happy, so was he.

The same couldn't be said for Samantha, who was only just starting to understand her predicament, immobilized and locked aboard the enhanced home gym. Struggling to break free, ideally in a way that wouldn't set off her collar again, she soon realized that the weasel hadn't been lying; the dildos in her throat and ass were growing. Almost as a reflex, she pushed the press arms out as far as she could, struggling against the heavy resistance, sighing with relief as the thick obstruction in her mouth was pushed most of the way out, deflating back to its previous girth. It wasn't out far enough for her to turn her head and dislodge it, but for the moment, she was satisfied that it was more manageable.

The dildo up her ass, however, continued to swell, painfully stretching out her backdoor. She tried to extend her legs to get it out as well, and was frustrated to recall that they couldn't both be out at once.

Taking a deep breath, Samantha relaxed her arms, allowing the dildo to push back into her throat, and extended her legs, sighing again as the anal dildo shrank, pulling down, out of her tailhole with a sucking slurp. She held the position as long as she could, which, between the swelling in her throat and the exhaustion in her legs, was not long. Relaxing her legs, letting the leg-lever pull her ankles back down, she winced as the vaginal dildo speared up into her pussy. Suddenly awash with a wave of pleasure, she clenched down on the intrusion, grunted with frustrated need. She idly bucked her hips, choosing to distract herself by pushing the oral dildo out once more.

That was the next four hours for the increasingly sweat-soaked dog, driven past the point of exhaustion by the forced exercise while the home gym probed her orifices, continuously swapping between them. Time and time again, she felt like she was about to pass out, snapping back awake when the dildos reached a truly unreasonable size, forcing her right back to work. And, somehow, the worst of it was the underlying horniness itching at her nethers. Early on, she successfully worked herself to orgasm, grinding on the vaginal dildo, only for another ding and red light to steal it all away.

To Samantha's dismay, the weasel's words rang true once again, her blocked climax causing more resistance to be added to the different exercises. Struggling to keep moving the arm-press and leg-levers, she quickly learned her lesson to forcibly suppress that aching need... which she realized was exactly what the weasel was saying during the sparring match.

She didn't know which she hated more: the lesson, or how the lesson was being taught.

No, she knew exactly what she hated more than anything else. The weasel. She hated the weasel. It wasn't much, but she figured if she kept her mind on hating the weasel - and more importantly, what she would do to her once she got free - she could survive this torture. Holding back a moan as the vaginal dildo slid in yet again, she successfully buried the screaming need radiating through her body, using her fury to find a nice, mindless rhythm.

By the time a loud alarm went off, releasing all of her restraints at once, dildos and all, Samantha's entire body felt like jelly. With nothing left holding her upright, she flopped off the seat, her anus and vagina lewdly gaping. She panted heavily, her jaw stiff and sore, her throat rasping slightly as she got her first full lungfuls of oxygen in hours. With her arms free, her hands instinctively flew to massage her puffy, overly-stimulated nethers. Her gentle touch brought that familiar screaming need blazing right back into her mind, threatening to overwhelm her senses. Knowing it wouldn't do any good, however, she ultimately kept herself from outright masturbating, content for the moment to ease her soreness.

Leaning over the exhausted shepherd, Bridget grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Fast learner, very nice. And you're already looking stronger. Good job, Sammy."

Samantha failed to appreciate the weasel's assessment, rolling over onto her side to hide a wrathful sneer. Clenching her jaw to keep from spewing out a litany of violent threats, she silently resolved to keep from lashing out until the she found the right time to attack. She crossed her feet, curling into the fetal position, just hoping to be left alone for a while.

"There'll be time for rest later," Bridget said, bending down to grab the shepherd up by her armpits. Dragging her over to the dangling husky, she pulled her up, forcing her to stand up straight until they were facing one another. "You could probably use something to eat after your workout, him?"

Startled by an involuntary grumble from her stomach, Samantha realized that she hadn't eaten anything since... she couldn't even remember. She tried to answer in the affirmative, barely choking out a couple of phlegmy grunts.

"Good!" Bridget shouted, turning the shepherd around to face the large-breasted husky, who had at some point during the past several hours fallen asleep. Easily out-muscling the smaller, utterly drained shepherd, she pushed her muzzle down to one of the husky's nipples and pressed her lips to the glistening nub. "This'll be what you'll be eating from here on out, so open up." Pressing on the sides of the shepherd's clenched jaw, she forced her mouth open wide enough to slip the thick, fleshy nipple inside. "As I understand it, this milk is specially formulated to help you get stronger and faster, while also making it so you only need to urinate. I suppose you can think of it as your ambrosia." Holding the shepherd's head in place, she gave the husky's breast a squeeze, starting the flow of milk right down her gullet. "Now, suck it all down, my little warrior."

Between the moist warmth around his nipple and the rough grip around his breast, the husky abruptly stirred awake. He gasped around his gag, seeing the other dog's muzzle shoved against his artificially enhanced milk jugs, quickly changing to a loud moan, the strange act feeling immensely pleasurable. Splaying his toes, pulling on his toe rings, he gyrated his hips, the snug little cage around his sheath becoming absolutely tortuous as his cock futilely searched for space to grow. The stream of pre-cum running down over his nutsack intensified, rapidly dripping down to form a small pool under his feet.

Saying nothing, Bridget made a mental note to have a removable sounding rod added to his cage. Or just have a tube connected to his gag. Either way, it would cut down on the odds of any unfortunate slip and falls.

Samantha, meanwhile, was completely torn, disgusted to her very core by the act of sucking milk from another dog's breasts. And yet, her hunger spurred her on to keep sucking, gulping down the creamy liquid as if she was starving. As far as she knew, up to that moment, she might have been.

Despite her best efforts avoid tasting any of the gushing husky milk, some inevitably splashed onto her tongue. She came to an abrupt stop, absolutely stunned by what might have been the best thing she ever tasted, almost like honeyed strawberries with a buttery caramel undertone. Again, the weasel was right: this was pure ambrosia. Forcing the source of her delicious meal into the back of her mind, she closed her eyes and suckled as hard as she could, not daring to stop until she was sure she had gotten her fill.

As if sensing that Samantha's hunger was sated, the weasel released her hold on the back of her head, letting her drop to her knees. Panting with satisfaction, she had to admit she felt much better, almost energized with her wonderfully full belly. When she opened her eyes, she let out a cried out with a surprised yelp, finding herself nose to tip with a drooling piece of metal seated upon what was doubtlessly a sheath. And right below that were the fattest balls she'd ever seen on a canine. "Wha?..." she mumbled, craning her head up to confirm that the individual she had just fed upon's milky breasts were still there. Unable to find the words to fit her confusion, she stared up at the weasel, a look of horror plastered on her face.

"Don't look so surprised," Bridget said, "turning a male into a milker is comparatively mundane by our standards."

Her stomach turning by yet another disgusting revelation, Samantha gazed back at the twitching cage, unable to tear her eyes away. When the husky, still frustratedly humping into the air, let out a muffled groan and a short, arcing burst of pre-cum, she scrambled backwards, narrowly dodging it as she collided with her mistress' legs.

"Enough of that, I have one last exercise left for you before we call it a night," Bridget said, dragging the prone shepherd by her armpits to a simple pommel horse, leaving the disappointed milk-husky alone with his desperation. Tossing the gladiator-in-training belly-down onto the pommel horse, Bridget deftly locked her wrists and ankles into the shackles welded to the base before she could bring herself to protest.

"What are you doing now?" Samantha weakly asked. Pulling on her restraints, she quickly found that her limbs were pulled taut, keeping her body flush against the thin cushion while her little breasts only just barely dangled down over either side, weighted by their piercings. In her given position, her head was hanging most of the way over the edge, giving it a slight range of motion she could use to look around. At her other end, her pussy was likewise held past the edge, putting both of her holes on display for anyone that might want a look. Catching the husky's lustful gaze, she lowered her tail, ignoring the ensuing sound of a muffled whine.

"Your tongue's going to be a powerful weapon once we get it trained," Bridget explained, pushing a wheeled chair up to the shepherd's head. She hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her shorts and dropped them to the floor, revealing her complete lack of underwear. Taking her seat on the chair, she reclined back and spread her legs, scooting forward while inching her pussy closer to the aghast canine's face.

"What the fuck are you doing!?!" Samantha shouted, turning her head away. "Get your filthy fucking cunt out of my face!"

Bridget chuffed, showing a hint of a sneer at the snarling dog. "Mind your words, Sammy," she replied, putting forth a very obvious threat without raising her voice in the least. "Insults won't get you anywhere good."

"I'm not a fucking lesbo! Go find someone that likes doing that shit! And get the hell away from me!!!" Samantha's voice broke as she yelled, the fear and indignant rage making her lose what composure she had left. Unable to wrench her limbs free, she shrank back, pulling her head in between her shoulders as far as it would go. She clamped her mouth shut, baring her teeth in attempt to ward the other female away.

"Your preferences don't amount to much here, I'm afraid." Scooting the chair closer, Bridget stopped inches from the shepherd's nose. "You'll be going up against opponents of any given gender, and you don't get to pick and choose. If anything, you should be able to use that as an advantage. You learn to eat a girl out really well without getting off to it yourself, and that's a winning strategy right there." Jerking the chair forward the last couple inches, she shoved her red-hot pussy against the dog's cold nose, sighing as the chill struck her clit.

Samantha, taken over by instinct and panic, opened her mouth to bite down on the fleshy lips grinding against her face. Before her teeth could make contact, her collar and piercings all lit up with another powerful shock. The pommel horse rattled and shook over the next few seconds, successfully holding itself together until she had received her full punishment. Once all was said and done, she was left drooling down the long tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, babbling and gasping, her nipples noticeably reddened.

"If genital-biting didn't constitute a low blow," Bridget said, lifting her hips, pushing her crotch against the stunned dog's muzzle until her mouth was forced open, "I don't know what would." She placed her hand on the back of the dog's head and slowly ground her muff against the edge of the dangling tongue. "Get to it, Sammy, I'm getting tired of waiting."

Samantha was only dimly aware of the taste flooding her senses, salty and musky, though not nearly as bad as she would have expected. Even so, as she began to recover, she pulled her tongue in and held it back, refusing to taste any more of another woman's cunt than she already had.

After more than a minute of uselessly rubbing her crotch against the unwilling shepherd's face passed by, Bridget finally gave up, scooting her chair away. "Well, that's just a shame, you were doing so well. If you had gotten me off, I would've let you sleep on the bed, but have it your way." Picking the shepherd's ball-gag up off the floor, she shoved it right back where it belonged, clipping it behind her head. "And before you drift off to sleep," she added, tossing a withering glance over her shoulder as she sauntered, bottomless, to the bed, "keep your eyes on Berry and you might just learn something useful."

Having watched everything from his spot kneeling atop the mattress, hands resting on his thighs while his full erection throbbing out between his legs, Berry perked up at the sound of his name. He crawled over to the side, giving his mistress all the room she needed to lie back on the bed and splay her bent legs. Not even needing to be commanded, he dove between her thighs, taking a long whiff of her saliva-slick folds before digging in, shoving his tongue deep inside her tunnel while rubbing his nose against her clit.

Bridget hissed between her teeth, her pet skunk's masterful oral skills putting the dog's absolute lack thereof to shame. For a moment, she had to regret making the promise not to have him compete. With that mouth and that ass, not to mention his level of self control, he'd be unstoppable. Still, as he twisted his tongue inside her, bathing her flesh with his pleasantly warm breath, she knew full well she couldn't ever give him up.

At least the shepherd, jealously whining as she watched from her spot on the pommel horse, had promise. Despite her size disadvantage and mistaken belief that she was still allowed a preference, with the right motivation, Bridget truly believed she could be a winner. But all that could easily wait for tomorrow.

Throwing her head back to let out a pleasured moan, Bridget bucked her hips against her pet's unrelenting muzzle. She groped her breasts through her shirt, particularly enjoying the sensation of her fabric-capped nipples being pinched between the bases of her fingers. Clenching her toes while biting her bottom lip, she sensed the onrush of an approaching explosive climax.

Briefly pulling his head back, the skunk gazed up at her with a look of silent adoration, nibbled on her labia, gave a clit a long suck, then got right back to work, driving his tongue right back between her folds. At no point had he used his hands, needing nothing but his lips and tongue to march her right up to the edge. The eager little mephit was going above and beyond, making sure to position himself so the the shepherd could see every move he made. Keeping his own tail upright to show off the customized butt-plug inscribed with his name was just overkill.

Unable to look away, Samantha realized she was drooling around her gag. She could tell her own pussy was wet to the point of dripping, unable to do anything about it but wish the skunk could eat her out next. No longer caring that any kind of release would only be ruined anyway, she lower her tail in an attempt to use it to jill herself off. At best, all she could really accomplish teasing her quivering pussy further with the bristly tailfur. Letting out a long, huffed sigh, she raised her moistened tail and resigned herself to being a spectator.

What felt like an eternity to the shepherd passed by before Berry finally pushed his mistress over the edge into to a screaming climax. His own sizable, bushy tail wagging to and fro, he proudly rubbed his face against her pussy as she came, utterly bathing himself in her juices. By the time the weasel fell back against the sheets, sighing between gasps, his entire face was positively drenched. Lying down on his side next to her, he completely ignored his own constant erection, instead grooming his own fur, humming with delight at the vivid taste of her juices.

Giving a long stretch that was in turn followed by a longer yawn, Bridget rolled onto her side so that she was spooning the skunk, pinning his tail between them. "Excellent as always, Berry," she said, reaching around to massage his chest. "Good night, Sammy. See you in the morning," she added, trailing off into a groggy mumble. With a snap of her fingers, the lights went out, leaving them all in darkness.

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Once Samantha was left completely alone with her thoughts, immobilized and dripping with need, it only took her a mercifully short amount of time to fall away into something resembling slumber. While it wasn't exactly restful, she had the opportunity to enjoy several lovely dreams, the most memorable of which involved drugging that curvy skunk and taking his ass with a strap-on the size of her forearm.

And yet, even in her dream, when she allowed herself to reached the point of climax, gripping his plump ass-cheeks with both hands, everything just fell away. No release, no more pleasure, just a reset back to the beginning chased by the familiar aching need. She was about to scream her frustration out into the void of her own mind, when an odd, musky odor began to overwhelm her senses. Covering her nose with her hand, she looked up to see that the room had vanished... and looking back down, the skunk was gone too... it was just her and the strap-on, alone with that increasingly pungent aroma, and...

She opened her eyes. Inches away from her muzzle was that very same skunk's ass, his well-traveled, now unplugged pink tailhole clearly visible between his cheeks. The skunk was kneeling backwards in the weasel's chair, wiggling his butt while keeping his tail hiked over his back. His prick was, as always, rock-hard, barely visible past his impressively large nutsack as it dangled over the edge of the seat, between the soles of his footpaws.

"Good morning, Sammy," Bridget said, wheeling the chair closer until it the fleshy pucker was nearly flush against the canine's wet nose. "Since you had so much trouble with the oral for females training, I figured it would be better to start you off with a male." She stopped pushing the chair once the skunk shuddered, his backdoor coming in direct contact with the coolness of the groggy dog's nose. "After you get him off, you can have some breakfast and we can get started." Unclipping the shepherd's gag, she tossed it away, landing it squarely in the husky's growing puddle of pre-cum. "Since you can't use your hands, just try to use that nice, long tongue of yours to massage his prostate. It'll take some practice, but it'll be invaluable once you get it."

Much to the weasel's - and particularly the skunk's - disappointment, Samantha turned her head to the side, getting what little distance she could away from the musky tailhole. Growling under her breath, she said nothing, only baring her teeth in another display of defiance.

"While I do appreciate your spirit, this really isn't doing you any good." Rolling her eyes, Bridget shoved the shepherd's head against her pet's rear, momentarily breaching the skunk's tailhole with her snout. "Now get to it."

Without even thinking, driven only by panic, she yanked her nose free from the grip of his tunnel and moved to bite the closest target: the skunk's fluffy, white-furred nutsack. Same as the last time, before she could make contact, her collar and piercings gave her a merciless shock lasting nearly ten seconds, leaving her gibbering nonsensically atop the pommel horse.

Pinching the bridge of her muzzle, Bridget sighed. "If you can't even eat a skunk's ass, what good are you?" She pushed her glasses up, gesturing for her pet to dismount his chair and get back on the bed. "Alright then, maybe I just need to be smarter about this and find a way to temper that spirit of yours." Crossing her arms, her expression remained neutral as her left eyebrow slowly rose. "It's about time I took you on a walk."

Samantha only groaned.

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Walking out from the stadium into the central arena, Bridget was admittedly impressed with the pure size, scope, and beauty of it all. The shepherd, pulled along behind her mistress by a leash attached to her collar, was far more preoccupied with her forced public nudity. Having her bits and flat chest on full public display was bad enough on its own, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, unable to cover herself or defend against an onslaught of gropes and pinches, it was worse than a nightmare. Oddly, now that they had left the hallways and stairs winding through the labyrinthine insides of the stadium and were out in the open, she felt more comfortable, like she stood out less, just another part of the vast, open world.

A swat to her rump quickly made Samantha regret lowering her guard, jumping straight up with a surprised yelp. Grumbling an incoherent swear into her gag, which still tasted entirely of the husky's pre-cum, she glared at the nearby vixen, smirking and blatantly eyeing her vulnerable butt. An insistent tug of her leash got her moving again, happily leaving the bitch of a fox behind.

"This way, Sammy," Bridget said, pulling the dog over to what appeared to be a massive, two-story metal cage glinting majestically in the sun. Both floors of the cage where attached directly to the stadium, each floor having a single door to act as an entrance and an exit, connecting it back inside. "This is something you really need to see."

As they approached the cage, Samantha could make out a group of lions - ten, twelve, maybe more - all idly milling about in the dirt in the bottom floor. Each and every one of the lions was very obviously male, not just because of their bushy manes, but also because each one sported a massive, tapered, threateningly barbed erection standing out between their legs, endlessly throbbing out in the open. They were all casually chatting amongst themselves or quietly playing cards, not a one reacting to overpowering scent of pure lust wafting out through the iron bars. Turning his head to see Bridget and her pet strolling up to the cage, one of the lions showed a wide, toothy grin, excusing himself from the polite conversation to jog up to the bars and greet them.

"Heya, Bridget! How's it going?" the lion asked, his cock poking lewdly through the bars. He licked his lips, getting a good look at the bare, easily intimidated canine trying to shy away from his hungry stare. "Who is this delectable little morsel? You didn't bring us a treat, did you?"

"Not exactly, Reggie." Bridget shook her head. "At least, not as long as I do my job well enough. She's the gladiator I'm training, and she's been a bit reluctant to accept her new status," she said, tossing an accusatory glance to the dog. "I figured seeing what happens to the losers might be a good motivator."

"Ah, good timing then! It's feeding time." Still hungrily eyeing the humiliated shepherd, the lion pointed upward.

Reluctantly, Samantha followed his finger, leaning to the side to get a better look through the bars, noticing for the first time that the floor separating the cage's two stories was completely clear. A group of guards above them were carrying a tall, heavily-muscled male clydesdale, a shorter, much skinnier male red fox, and a slightly chubby panda girl into the top half of the cage. Their wrists and ankles were bound by thick, silken ropes, while thick latex hoods encased each of their heads, save for their nostrils. A rounded bulge at their covered mouths showed the outline of a ball-gag, thoroughly muffling any kind of protests or groans.

One by one, the guards tossed their captives onto the clear floor, locking the gate and heading back inside the stadium once they were done. The clydesdale immediately rolled over until he was belly-down, his crotch uncomfortably pressed against the cold glass. His foot-long length had been encased within a thick-wired cage several sizes too small for it, causing the constricted flesh to throb through the bars alongside his pulse. The flare at the tip even had a series of small spikes designed to irritate the trapped flesh as it futilely tried to swell. He scrabbled his hooves against the smooth floor in an attempt to stand, only managing to slap his cage and overly heavy balls against the glass with a series of shrill, squeaking clicks.

The fox had landed squarely on his rump, his greasy tailhole blatantly gaping open for all to see. His sheath was encased by a small, solid metal dome, held permanently in place by three studs piercing it to his sheath's outer rim. He pulled his knees in close to his chest, quietly waiting for whatever his captors had planned, unwittingly showing off more of his impressively stretched tailhole.

Same as the clydesdale, the panda landed belly-down, her large breasts flattening against the glass under her weight. The panda's labia had been pierced shut by a series of little metallic rings, with a solid metal cone pierced over her clit. Using her footpaws, she managed to flip herself over, showing that her tailhole also bore an obvious gape, though nowhere near the fox's degree.

Sam winced, seeing the panda's piercings, almost missing the fact that the lions had entirely ceased all conversation and activity, instead collectively opting to stare up at their new guests, hungrily drooling down their chins. To her surprise, the clear glass floor began to retract into the stadium, slowly pushing each prisoner off, down into the pit.

The instant the clydesdale landed on the ground with a heavy thud, no less than six lions were upon him, shredding his ropes, hood, and gag to tatters with their claws. Even with his advanced size and strength, the horse could do nothing to stop the lions attacking en masse, and within moments he had a pair of barbed cocks raping his ass, while another two did the same for his muzzle. The remaining pair of lions were happy to simply wait for their turns by using their sharp claws to painfully torture his nipples and caged cockflesh. One of the pair seemed to be enjoying himself especially well, pinching the horse's trapped shaft between his claws, dragging them between the metal bars just shy of breaking the skin while keeping his low-hanging balls in a firm grip, forcefully tugging them to the side.

Meeting much the same fate, the panda was stripped bare and held belly-up by the leonine swarm, two cocks in her ass, another two in her mouth, her pierced pussy totally ignored. Her breasts were each tended to by another lion, held in tight grips at their bases, harshly squeezed as the nipples were sucked, nibbled, and bit by sets of intensely sharp teeth. The panda's pleading eyes met Samantha's through the bars as she fruitlessly struggled, squealing into the twin cocks filling her muzzle, stretching her mouth open to its limit. Samantha could only look away, turning her head just in time to see the fox drop to the ground.

The remaining two lions quickly leaped upon the blind, senseless vulpine, but unlike how his fellow prisoners had been treated, they left his bindings and hood completely intact. They instead stood facing one another, cock to cock, and lifted the fox up off the ground, holding him between them. Bending their vulpine fucktoy in half, they pulled his ankles up to his gagged muzzle as they lowered his tailhole onto both of their shafts at once. The fox's gaping hole easily swallowed both girthy lengths, little more than a frustrated gurgle rumbling out through his gag and hood. Glancing over toward Reggie, one of the lions shuffled closer to the other while keeping himself embedded in the fox's rump, silently inviting him over.

"Well, unless you need anything else, it looks like I'm needed," Reggie said, giving the weasel a friendly salute. "I look forward to working with ya," he added, giving the terrified shepherd a lusty wink before turning to join his companions. Taking the open spot between them, he added his notably thicker cock to the others fucking the fox's tailhole.

Stretched well past his limit, the fox finally reacted, belting out a muffled shriek as his ass was viciously triple-fucked, drowning out the other smacks, squeals, and groans surrounding them on all sides.

"This, what you're seeing now," Bridget said, snapping her fingers to get the dog's attention, "will be the punishment for losing that I mentioned earlier. The big winner gets a free orgasm, the others get nights of relative comfort, and losers get fed to the lions. And the earlier on that you lose, the worse it'll be, since you'll have to entertain all these fellows all by yourself. Keep in mind that you have more holes available than most, as well."

Sam watched on in abject horror as the lion torturing the horse's nipples grew tired of waiting his turn and joined the trio at the fox. Shimmying in between his companions, the lion added a fourth to the gathered pillar of barbed cocks, eliciting a pained wail from the hooded vulpine, whose tailhole was stretched far beyond what could be considered reasonable. Turning away from the now quadruple-fucking that the fox was forced to take, Sam found herself nose to nose with the weasel.

"This is, of course, the basic punishment for single losses," Bridget explained. Giving the leash another tug, signaling the dog to follow, she walked toward a door heading back inside the stadium. Once they were inside, she led the dog through an open doorway labeled 'Restroom'. "Gladiators who lose too many times will be 'retired', as it were, and assigned new tasks," she continued, sweeping her arm about the width and breadth of the room.

To Samantha's confusion, the supposed restroom in held no furnishings, toilets or otherwise, featuring only a set of eight heads protruding from holes in the wall, each one positioned at a different height. The encased individuals were of a wide variety of species and genders, though each one had their heads held totally still by a set of four bars connecting bits of metal in their mouths back to the wall.

Approaching a badger, whose head was just about at the shepherd's crotch level, Bridget tapped a red button above his head. As a mechanical hum began to sound, the bars connected to what was revealed to be a dental gag began to retract, pulling his maw open to an uncomfortably wide 90 degree angle, keeping his lower jaw parallel to the floor. The roof of his mouth was totally covered in smooth metal, while the bottom part only covered his teeth, keeping his tongue free.

Before Sam could even begin to process what she was seeing, the weasel shoved her forward, jamming her crotch into the forcibly open mouth. She squealed pitifully into her gag as the badger's tongue sprang to life, lapping aggressively at her sensitive crotch.

"You may not be able to see it," Bridget said, stepping up close behind the shuddering shepherd, holding her close as she reached around to grope her petite breasts, "but he's being motivated to service you right now, even though he doesn't much care for the ladies. I'll leave the specifics to your imagination." She gave both of the dogs pierced nipples a firm tweak, forcing out a choked squeal of pain mixed with pleasure from the tongue job. "Everyone in here right now is just a placeholder to be replaced by any gladiators that flunk out. So if you don't start getting shit together and learn to embrace your new role, you'll have a long-term stay here to look forward to. You can either eat pussy, or eat pussy while encased in a wall. Which would you prefer?"

Glancing downward at the badger's nose, his eyes only barely visible to her in that position, Samantha was struck all at once by the reality of her position crashing down upon her. This wasn't something where she could wait for an opportunity to strike back. This was far, far worse. What these people did to that husky, that horse, that panda... that fox... Whatever they wanted her to do, she needed to do it, because she could scarcely imagine anything worse than winding up like-

Samantha's knees buckled when the encased mustelid's tongue darted inside her pussy and slurped back out, flicking her clit along the way.

"Are you going to do enthusiastically do everything I tell you to?" Bridget chimed in, holding the dog upright on her feet.

Samantha nodded her agreement.

"Good! You can start by relieving yourself. Use your urinal how it's meant to be used." Bridget lowered a hand to firmly press down against the shepherd's pubic bone. "You must be dying to after all that husky milk, hm?" The shepherd shuddered again, an unsure, hesitant look plastered on her muzzle. "Yes, piss down his throat, Sammy. That's an order." She gave the dog's nipple another, far harsher tweak. "If I hear another blocked climax before you fill his gullet, I'm just going to give up and have you installed here right away."

Whether she was following the command, or was simply terrified into loosening her bladder, even Sam wasn't sure. In either case, a moment later, she was firing a powerful stream of musky urine right down the badger's throat. Her erstwhile urinal ceased his licking, instead holding his tongue flat against the bottom of his mouth, eager to avoid any possible punishments for splattering the hot, yellow liquid back out.

As pent-up as she had gotten by that point, pissing down that badger's mouth fell almost like a full release unto itself. She subconsciously pumped her hips as she let herself go, staring up at the ceiling, gnawing on her gag. When the flow eventually began to taper off, it gave her a feeling akin to an afterglow, a warm sort of pseudo-pleasure pulsing through her body. She was, without a doubt, still desperate for a real release, but the way things were going, she welcomed whatever she could get. Not even a momentary glimpse of the badger's eye's rolling back into his head as he swallowed it all down could ruin the feeling.

Once Bridget was sure the shepherd had finished relieving herself, she stepped back, grabbed her by the scruff, and pulled her off of the gulping urinal.

Sensing that its occupant had left, the bars controlling the badger's dental gag closed his mouth for him. Briefly, he shimmied left and right, ultimately unable to change his fate in any way. He blinked, allowing his mind to go blank as he waited for the next individual to line up and take advantage of his predicament.

"Good girl," Bridget said, giving her pet gladiator a calming shoulder rub. "I expect nothing but perfection from here on out, and I just know you're going to do great out there."

Samantha was justifiably unsure of the weasel's words, and yet, with her new perspective, she couldn't help but appreciate the sentiment. At least on some level. Before she could consider it any further, a bull stomped into the bathroom, shattering the calm as his hooves thundered against the tile floor.

Paying the others little regard, the hulking bull plodded over to a male, ginger-furred cat, whose position in the wall was closest to his crotch's height. He slammed his palm on the button above the feline's head, fishing his half-swollen cock out of his jeans, jerking it to its full foot-long, two-inch-thick size as he waited for the dental gag to fully open. Without giving his chosen urinal a moment to brace himself, he immediately began forcing his tapered length down his throat with a series of rapid, brutal thrusts, not stopping until every bit was sheathed within the gagging cat's vulnerable maw.

Samantha couldn't bring herself to look away, both transfixed and terrified by the scene playing out before her. She could see the bull's muscular ass-cheeks relax as he let out a deep sigh, signaling that a fire-hydrant worth of piss was likely in the process of filling the cat's stomach on the other side of the wall. Shuddering, she briefly pictured his bloated stomach dangling heavily below him, filled to the brim with piss, but she quickly shoved any such thoughts aside. It didn't matter. He didn't matter. The only thing that was important was doing anything to avoid this fate...

"Well, what do you say we get you your breakfast and get back to training?" Bridget asked, regaining the dogs attention with a snap of her fingers.

Eager to get out of there, Samantha nodded. She winced as she watched the bull finish pissing down the pitifully sputtering feline's gullet and, without missing a beat, switch to outright fucking his throat.

"Glad we're finally on the same page," Bridget said, tousling the shepherd's short-cropped headfur. Taking a step back, she held up the leash, theatrically sauntering for the door. "Come on," she added, giving the leash a firm tug to get the dog moving as well.

Wheezing out an unsure sigh past her gag, Sam followed the leash's pull outside. Having more or less surrendered her will, she was, at the total least, happy to get away from the walls of silently watching, accusing eyes and back to the relative privacy of their room.

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As Bridget had hoped, being offered a glimpse of her dreary potential future seemed to be the final push that the shepherd needed. For the next few days, while still reluctant to obey certain commands, the gladiator-in-training never failed to do what she was told.

The mornings, afternoon, and evenings were routinely filled with sparring matches between Samantha and Berry. Once or twice, the skunk was subbed in with a particularly agitated deer and she was supplied with a strap-on, having a rare chance to be the dominant one.

To her own admitted surprise, under the weasel's tutelage, Samantha soon found that she was showing fast improvement, learning a number of maneuvers to dodge, defend, and keep her opponents off-balance. Her scrawniness, when utilized properly to evade and tire out larger opponents, became more an asset than a liability. More importantly, whether she wound up riding or being ridden, whether it was with her mouth, pussy, or ass, she got far better at suppressing her own need, even able to milk a climax out of the highly-trained skunk before giving in herself.

While she didn't always win, she could hold her own, and that was a start.

Between sparring sessions, she was usually led to some exercise machine or another. The 'home gym', to her chagrin, was the most frequently used, working her to a sweaty, limp mess time and time again. Sometimes she'd be put on a treadmill with her arms bound behind her back, spurred to run by mild shocks while a thick plug vibrated between her cheeks. The simpler exercises like push-ups or pull-ups with weights attached to her nipples were almost welcome by comparison.

Regardless, after several days of that treatment, as wells as regular meals from Greg's ever-drooling breasts, her scrawny limbs were showing a noticeable amount of muscle. It wasn't much, granted, and she was a bit disappointed that her chest never seemed to grow alongside them, but she was still proud to be more fit and healthy than she had ever been before.

The oral training, however, remained a lingering point of contention for her. She obediently choked back her disgust and did her best to mimic the skunk, tongue-bathing the weasel's muff to the point of climax more than once, but it was glaringly obvious she showed no enthusiasm for that act, making it her weakest area.

On the other hand, after she had a few more chances to tongue the skunk's ass, practicing and strengthening her tongue, she showed a definite talent - if not outright love - for the act. She grew almost like an addict, eagerly taking long whiffs of his tailhole before slobbering all over his rim, effortlessly tongue-fucking him to completion. Her literal distaste for females may have been a liability, sure, but she was going to be a demon when going up against males.

After four full days of that brutal training passed by, followed by some lovely recovery time in the sauna, their prep time was up. It was time for the games to begin.

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The roar of the crowd was deafening as Samantha stepped out into the main arena. Folding back her tall, pointed ears to muffle the sound, she shifted nervously, having nowhere to hide from the innumerable leering eyes. Same as the other gladiators lining up, being presented around the rim of the arena, she was wearing a skimpy set of designed by her trainer, clearly meant to be enticing rather than functional.

An extremely lightweight, gold-tinted, padded chainmail breastplate covered her chest from her shoulders to the bottom of her breasts, save for a large ovoid window exposing both nipples. Her 'pants', if they could be called that, consisted entirely of a belt lined with loops to hold any 'weapons', along with guard panels extending down her outer thighs. Nothing even remotely came close to providing her crotch any cover; if anything, her armor only drew greater attention to her nethers, putting them on display for all to see. Completing her set of gear, she wore a pair of open sandals affixed with shin-guards extending up to her knees, buckling behind her calves. A pair of matching bracers, similar to shackles, were locked around her wrists.

A finger tapped the metal covering her shoulder, causing her to jump.

"You're going to do great out there, don't worry," Bridget said, her words, despite it all, managing to reassure the jittery dog.

Then again, though Samantha certainly did appreciate the sentiment, when she looked out over the sea of hulking, lust-driven competitors, she wasn't sure she could agree. She glanced over at the cage where the herd of lions were standing, hungrily licking their chops as they stared out at their future meals and immediately stood up straight, ready to take on all comers.

Before either of them could say anything more, the crowd grew silent as Edris walked out onto his VIP balcony and tapped his mic. The lizard was no longer wearing his trademark suit, having temporarily exchanged it for a lavish silken toga wrapped loosely around his body. He was flanked on either side by a pair of male pony-slaves, a fox and a wolf, both bound head to toe in tight latex. They each had pairs of hooved sleeves locked over their hands and footpaws, as well as blinders, bit-gags, butt-plugs, and sheath cages to complete the effects.

"Hello, everyone!" Edris spoke into his mic before giving a theatrical bow. "I'm sure you're as excited as I am to witness the opening of what is sure to be a wonderful new pastime!" He cocked his head, a blatantly smug smirk plastered on his face. "On that note, there are betting services all over the arena, so for those with extra money to burn, why not have some extra fun! Remember, anyone can win!" He narrowed his gaze directly at Bridget and Samantha, fixating on them even from a stadium's length away, momentarily lowering his voice to a whisper. "Though some are less likely than others..."

Samantha made an audible gulp, making sure to keep her eyes off the lion cage.

Hopping back onto a regal chaise lounge, Edris kicked his feet up, lying back against excessively fluffy pile of pillows. The fox and wolf each awkwardly picked up a long palm leaf between their hooves, using them as best as they could manage to fan the lounging lizard.

"Now that we have our introduction out of the way," Edris said, "it's time to get the games rolling!" Grinning ear to ear, he reached back to give the wolf-pony's testicles a rough squeeze, earning a grunting moan for his effort. "And welcome to the show!"