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The artificial sunlight was warm upon Tello's fur. He wandered aimlessly about in an open plaza.

The Kiddie Pool was an alignment matrix away. But, as the saying went: it's not about attaining the constant stasis-equilibrium, but about the entropy observed to attain it.

There were many others enjoying the open grass. They chased each other, the one being chased eventually getting caught and the chaser mounting them or pinning them down; they took a hole or gave it, seeking pleasure in the other's asset.

Some did so with playful coyness, some with fierce aggression.

He was not necessarily a voyeur, but like several others it was admittedly fun to watch the chases. To hear the delighted squeals or giggles as the prey was caught; then their moans as their predator did to them as pleased.

The roar of a lion nearby signaled to the petite rat that sleeved his cock what was about to happen. She squirmed and wriggled and let out a moan as she shuddered. Semen spurted out from between her legs, her small frame bloated and already at capacity just from the sheer size of the feline she accommodated.

A vixen was sitting comfortably on the grass. She wore a pretty and elaborate black dress with lots of while frills and bows; something in between an old-fashioned maid and Gothic Lolita.

A dozen or so boys surrounded, muzzles open and panting as they masturbated themselves. A few were lucky to have a helping hand to tend them.

The fancily-dressed vixen looked at them with eager anticipation, seeing their knees weaken and hearing their whimpers become more urgent.

One finally reached peak, spraying the vixen and her dress with his seed. This set off a chain-reaction, the others fallowing, leaving the dapper attire slimy, sticky, and smelling of musk.

Only by checking the profile, did Tello see that the vixen was actually a boy, showered in affection and appreciation as he desired to be.

As the fox wandered on, he started to look for someone to chase. Or, even better, for someone to chase him.

Just then, he got a ping. Excited at first, he turned to it, but then... He realized what it was.

A couple others started to dash toward it.

He took a step, but paused, and looked down at his foot. He thought back to the words of his White Rabbit. She had explained how it worked, and he had affirmed it by reading about it himself.

But did he actually want to see it, now?

Another step.

Coaxed by his curiosity, he decided that while the opportunity was there, he would at least see it for a bit.

He heard the screams before he saw the crowd: three boys and five girls. When he approached and saw between them, he hesitated.

"Get off of me! Someone help, please!"

"Yeah, won't somebody help him?" Sneered the older skunkette that straddled the younger bear cub.

"Sure," said a wolfess, stepping forward.

Tello took her spot as he watched.

The wolfess's heels planted on either side of the bear cub's head, and she knelt down.

The bear cub squeaked, and then his muzzle was muffled by her mound.

"Quit your whining," the wolfess growled. Then, she moaned. "On second thought... Keep whining, it feels good."

Tears started to trickle from the bear cub's eyes.

"That's better," muttered the skunkette, as she held down his knees. "Let's see what you've got." She relinquished one knee and started squeezing his nuts.

The bear cub squirmed, his pained shriek absorbed by the wolfess's muff.

"Squeeze him harder!" She encouraged.

"Don't wanna hurt him just yet, hun," the skunkette told her impromptu partner. "I wanna see what kinda--oh, haha!" She started to laugh. "Look at this! It's so puny," she remarked, pulling the peeking peter out of his sheath.

He squirmed, his cock pulled up prematurely.

"Oh, okay, it's getting decent," she corrected. "Still. Pretty small for a bear."

A burst of energy came from the cub; he started to wriggle and pitch from side to side. The wolfess slipped, and he managed to free his muzzle. "Please! Help! Why aren't you helping!?" He questioned to the crowd of onlookers, now ten.

"Because you're ugly and whiney," the skunkette told him. In her hand, she poised the ring of a Glory Hole. The mesh activated, and she slid it down, while the wolfess repositioned her sex to quiet the cub.

As the ring slid down the bear's member, it began growing from the skunkette's pelvis, for she had already assimilated the other end between her legs. She worked the ring around him, and in short order she acquired his short length and the balls that dangled from beneath.

"Hold his legs up," she ordered.

The wolfess looked back, and then repositioned so she was turned around, caring not that the bear's nose was now right against her sphincter. She pulled his legs toward her, and held him spread at the base of his knees. "His whimpering is starting to tickle," she giggled.

"Hope his squeals are better," the skunkette remarked, her thumbs spreading the boy's tailhole open. "He better be thankful for us, we're doing him a favor. The only dick that'd even want to fuck his ugly, whiny, faggoty ass is his own."

She spat on his star, and positioned his tip against it. In one smooth motion, she pushed it in.

Tello winced as he heard the boy's muffled scream. Others nearby started masturbating, another boy going up to the wolfess and coaxing her to blow him.

"Well if you'd dribble more pre this wouldn't hurt so bad," the skunkette admonished the bear, each powerful thrust of her hips drawing a shriek from his throat and pushing more tears to trickle from his eyes.

Tello's fingers twitched when a hand rested on his knuckles. He opened his eyes, and saw a young mink boy half his age looking up at him.

Your anxiety is getting too close to panic threshold. You've seen enough, I strongly suggest you leave.

He was surprised at first. Then, he saw that the boy was a Blue Rabbit. He was surprised again, this time because he had never thought Blue Rabbits--the peace-keepers of the Haven--would take such young and meek forms. He expected them to be large, hulking adults. But, it made sense; they were intended to be seamlessly integrated among the denizens.

At least one was likely present at every rape, to ensure things stayed within the boundaries of the victim. If anything went awry, this little mink had the authority--and apparently the power, despite his stature--to handle the situation.

Okay. Was all Tello thought in reply.

I recommend relaxing at the playground, over that way.

The Blue Rabbit set up a waypoint marker for him.

Nodding, Tello quietly slipped away.

Even before he had taken four paces, the Blue Rabbit took the initiative to nullify the scene for him; the crowd flickered and dissolved as the steganographic algorithm scrambled it to something more benign. The screams faded, and now all that remained was a copse of trees surrounding a decorative boulder.

Tello made his way toward the waypoint, passing some buildings and diners along the way. When he breached the edge of the commons, passing by the last little love-shack, he encountered a prism of fairies.

They flitted about in the air as fish would in water. Twisting and darting, their thin tails wisping behind them.

They bumped into him, and swirled about him as he passed through them. His fur pointed outward from the static field they generated. The air was that much cleaner in their aura, as they naturally filtered it. A distant ringing came to his ears; their motions producing a high-pitched song.

Some would cling to him, nibbling on some impurities he had and replacing dead nodes in his dermal circuitry. He giggled, their seeking and rummaging over his fur and sensitive areas acutely tickling.

They followed him for a ways, before gradually departing from him, the stragglers' tails whipping rapidly as they raced to catch up with their prism.

As the tinnitus faded, the giggles, squeals, and shouts of the playground ahead began to clear.

Despite new toys that had been conceived of over so much history, the simple levers and contraptions of a playground were like the snake: there from the beginning, and invincible to time.

Though, while there were play-sets of castles, bridges, tunnels, ladders, slides, ropes, ramps, tracks, bars, rings, swings, merry-go-rounds, seesaws, rail-rollers, and more; within the Bunny Haven, each activity had a factor of pleasure should ever one desire.

There were a few kinds of seesaws for various kinds of play.

One version comfortably allowed a pair at each end, with a double-seat. The giver would sit in the lower seat with their heels in stirrups aside the bar. Their seat was fully stable, and their pelvis would be aligned with the frame of the upper seat such that the receiver could comfortably sit in their lap. The receivers on each end operated the toy; as they were lifted, the frame of their seat raised them away from their giver. When they lowered, their seat allowed them to firmly penetrate on their giver at the squat.

There were currently two boys on one end, and a boy and a girl on the other.

The boy in the upper-seat squatted down, and yipped as the knot of his giver slipped past his sphincter.

The girl on the other side began her descent, eager to feel the flared head of her stallion-giver's phallus press against her cervix.

The tied boy was not able to be raised on the lift by his seat, but it still tried; pressure was put on his quiver ring, and he let out a yip. The seat tinkered and rattled as his hips thrust, his small penis freely bobbing as it spurted cum in arcs.

The angle was such that the girl on the other side was splattered by ropes of her seesaw partner's semen. Her knees were raised in a squat, and they quivered as she moaned, her hips jerking forward. Her giver whinnied as she snared down on his over-filling cock, and she let out a squirt onto his balls as his cum flooded her womb.

Another kind of seesaw was for the more daring and brash type.

It had an adjustable frame, such that a volunteer--or victim, as the case may be--could be restrained against it. They could then be mounted, used as the seat entirely.

One currently had a girl at the one end satisfying her rectum on a very young, but endowed, boy's cock. The other had a girl dominating another girl, the submissive's muzzle deep in her muff, eyes forced to stare at the transparent butt-plug tenderly squeezed by her tailhole.

Yet another kind was much more benign. Its only trace of deviance was that one end was simply the base of a Glory Hole built into it, and the other had a full seat, where the other end of the glory hole was respectfully left with it.

A girl and boy dashed up to it when it was free. She was giddy with smiles, bouncing and stepping in place as the boy she was blatantly fond of got situated. She leaned over, giving the part of him she adored most a soft kiss, before slipping the ring over him.

It rose up from the other end as the mesh passed over him, and she watched every second of it. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she excitedly turned to dash toward her end, but in her haste she tripped.

He smiled down at her, seeing her rump and nethers presented, her tail raised from the startling fall. Embarrassed, she scurried on hands and knees over to her end, and pushed down on the bar. She gave his member another adoring kiss, before standing up and positioning herself over it.

Even while she was lining him up, having some trouble keeping balanced in her squat, he lowered just a bit. She let out a moan of surprise and went limp, barely bracing herself as she was lifted into the air. When she was settled, her hands receded from the bar, and she was now supported only by her admiration. Gravity and her balance ensured that while she was raised, he was putting constant pressure on all of her sensitive spots.

They traded positions a few times, and she moaned as his cock pushed against her, lifting her up into the air. On the tenth or so time her feet left the ground, and she had reached the height of her angle, she let out a squeak, and dropped further down just a bit. Her cervix had finally relented, exhausted from taking the brunt of balancing on the crown of her admiration.

Nectar trickled down the bar as she squirted her passion upon hitting her climax. She was lowered, and her legs wobbled as she slowly worked down to a squat, thinking she would get a rest.

But then, she let out a whimpery moan as the boy she was so fond of began to lift her again.

The rolling-rail clacked as one of the boys sent it back along the track. The boy waiting his turn positioned it at the end, and stepped back.

These kids were playing a rough and painful game.

They had found a young and timid-looking rabbit-girl. They had bound her to the frame at the other end such that the holes between her legs were pronounced.

The boy at the helm dashed toward the roller, clinging to it and swinging forward with all the momentum he could muster. It carried him down toward the girl, and he jutted his pelvis forward as best he could.

Her squeak was muffled by the ball-gag in her muzzle, making it that much harder to quell the ache that throbbed between her legs. The boy's tip had found no purchase in her.

The boy grunted. He let go of the roller and collapsed to the ground, holding his cock and groaning. It would take just a minute or two for the synthecytes to repair it, but in the meantime he found a thrill of delight from the pain.

The roller was sent back along the rail for the next boy to try his luck again.

The swing sets were popular, almost always taken. A group of girls, and a couple cross-dressing boys, took delight in the way the wind blew up their skirts.

Two teenaged boys occupied the last two swings off to the side. They did not so much as swing as idly sit and talk, their cocks slipped into girls ten years their junior.

One girl was sitting facing away from her diddler, with her heels dangling behind the swing seat. Her hands wrapped around the chains as she lifted up and settled back down to slide the boy in and out of her rump.

The other faced her boy, arms and legs wrapped around him as he gently churned within her. Her little moans tickled his chest, and at last he popped his knot into her. She squeaked, and held on tighter as he grabbed his chains, beginning to swing now that he was sealed in her cunny.

A crowd of kids surrounded the merry-go-round, helping to continue to make it go round. The boys inside the go-round were kept merry by others, until one of them hit their peak. The crowd squealed with delight as the sprinkles of cum splattered them.

Several boys and girls were hanging from the monkey bars. Most of them had someone's arms wrapped around their legs, and their genitals suckled, licked, nuzzled, and kissed.

One boy had found a spot where he could spread-eagle, bracing his heels against a pair of support-columns on either side of him. A girl was presently nursing his dick, and her middle finger was tucked into his rectum.

One foot slipped as he was eventually tickled to climax. He held on tightly, a slight fear of falling off adding to the pleasure as extra semen was coaxed by her tenderly massing finger, to quickly be drawn from his warm, throbbing boyhood with her strong suckles.

Tello was attracted toward a few girls playing on the rings. One of them, a short and pudgy sugar-glider, was hanging upside down with her long toes curled about the rings. Her long, black locks spilled from her scalp towards the ground, and her sheer-fabric skirt draped down over her tummy, putting her little treasures on display.

The living chains subtly adjusted as the fox boy approached her. Her large, black eyes discreetly followed the gentle nudge of his purse by his thighs upon each step.

His hands rested upon her hips to steady her, as he gazed upon her mound. Flakes of dark-brown fur peppered her tan, puffy peach. He rested his thumbs beside her petals, and gently teased them apart to reveal the soft pink within. He admired her for a few moments, watching as beads of her arousal defied her orientation, and dribbled out like a weak spring.

"You're pretty," he complimented. Then, he gasped as her hands braced his calves, and she slipped his sac into her muzzle. He twitched when she suckled away, his nuts popping free of her lips.

"You're pretty cute, too," she said in turn, giving his balls a kiss.

He pressed his muzzle to her muff, resting there to breathe in her scent. His shaft twitched once again when she took his testicles into hers, and began to suckle. He parted his legs, giving her more vantage; she took it readily, and his nuts were now packing her cheeks.

One hand slipped toward her tummy, and his fingers found her pouch. He coaxed it open with his fingertips, just enough to slip his first two fingers in. A moan vibrated between his legs when he brushed his fingertips over the pert, warm nipples that were tucked away inside.

His lips kissed her vulva, tugging them in with suction now and again. He let out a soft hum over her petals when her tongue began to rapidly flick over his scrotum. He returned the favors, dragging his tongue along her pouting lips, catching on the inside and tugging them. He pressed firmly over her clitoris, and she sent his balls buzzing with her moan.

His muzzle drew back, and he licked the nectar from his lips. His other hand rested upon her mound, and his fingers dipped in. She sucked on his sac at the penetration, bracing herself more tightly around his legs.

He pointed the fingers of the hand in her pouch upward, and began to rhythmically push up with that hand, while pushing into her other pouch with his other. Her sugar began spilling out in small gushes, giving his fingers access to go deeper and deeper, until he could find and direct both hands toward each other.

She was moaning with strain. She had to open her muzzle just a bit to be able to fully exercise her pleasure, lest she get too light-headed from hanging upside-down.

Tello could practically hook his fingers together despite the bit of flesh between them. He began to rub and massage the spot in circles, stimulating both of her pouches deeply. He eased off every few seconds. At last he gave her no mercy, and continuously rubbed and massaged the soft walls of both pouches between his fingertips.

She lasted only a few seconds longer, before her soft tunnel snared down around his fingers. A burst of her sugar spurted from the pressure of her contraction.

He eased off to just a calm touch from both sides, her passionate moans focused on tickling his testes.

Just as she calmed to a soft whimper, tenderly licking his fuzzypurse, she heard him moan as well. Warmth tickled against her tummy, and began trickling down her chest and collar-bone, then down her neck, chin, and over her cheeks.

The musky smell made her eyes close. More and more spurted from him, painting her and covering her from the gentle strokes of gravity. After a moment of feeling his balls twitch and quiver in her oral hold, she allowed them freedom.

He stepped back, another spurt squirting right upon her chin when his penis fell down. A strand of her saliva clung to his left ball, before breaking.

The girls that had been idly watching on either side of them then gathered round the glider. They began licking up his cum, cleaning her. One went to the fox boy first, removing the bit of his semen that had gotten onto his pelt from being pressed so close to the upside-down girl.

When he was cleaned, his cock was given another kiss, before the girl then went to try and get more of his chocolate-flavored morsel.

Letting out a sigh, he turned. He spotted a bench a short distance away, and walked toward it. Though he had a shortened refractory period, there was still a moment or two of wooziness that came after ejaculating. He didn't even register the girl that was sitting at the bench until he was a few steps away.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked.

"N-No," said the blushing red-and-white border-Collie. Though she was at the end of the bench, she nervously made to scoot as absolutely far to the end of the bench as she could.

Tello sat closer to the other end, leaning back and hooking an arm over the back of the bench. He let out a few breaths, and then a yawn, before shaking his head with a warble.

To his left, he heard a soft squeak, and glanced over just as the Collie was bashfully raising her hand to hide her closing muzzle from her own yawn.

He smiled. "What's the matter?"

She looked to him. "Hm?"

He patted the bench. "Plenty of room, and I don't bite."

She let out a weak smile, before stiffly scooting just a little bit away from the very end of the bench. "I... I... J-Just wanted to give you room... I-In case you wanted to take a nap, or... Or something," she told him.

"'Preciate it, but I like to nap on laps," he said with a dopey grin.

She blushed, and her hands rested on her knees. She was modestly clothed, wearing an old-fashioned school-girl's outfit that never seemed to go out of style: a green button-up shirt with long sleeves; a pleated, pastel-pink skirt that went down to her knees; and a pair of pink stockings that went into a pair of green, belt-buckle shoes. To tie at all off, a pink neckerchief was tied below the collar, with green lines that went along the edges, the square-back draping over her shoulders.

Though she was a border-Collie, she lacked the usual traits of one. Her fur was not long and fluffy, it was rather short and sleeked. She did not have a mask, but rather it appeared her mask had gotten overzealous and spilled over her right eye and down her chin. She had a white sleeve of fur that went up her right arm, which she appeared to mindfully, yet futilely, try to hide by covering it with her other hand when he looked to it.

"You look like you're dressed to impress someone," he teased.

She shook her head. "N-No, gosh no," her blush deepened. "I'm, um... I'm... W-Waiting for my friends." She told him. "F-For my sorority," she added.

"Oh, I see, playground gang," he chuckled. "They wear the same colors as you?"

She nodded.

He looked about. "Hm... Don't see anyone..." He observed, quickly assimilating the perspective of a few fairies off in the distance to survey further away.

"They... Should be here, soon. Any minute."

"Can I keep you company?"

She squirmed. "Y-You don't have to," she told him. "I-I saw you playing with the girl over there, and... You probably want to play with the other cuter girls."

"Cuter girls?" He questioned, noting the comparative adjective.

She started to nervously pant, her tongue hanging out. Then, she clasped her hands over her muzzle, eyes flicking to him.

"Most girls are cute where it counts, for me," he told her.

She closed her eyes in thought. "I see," she remarked.

"I came here to calm down," he said, lifting his rump up to scoot just a bit closer to her. "Was... Watching a rape... Started to get anxious."

"Why'd you watch if you don't like it?" She asked, and then winced. "I-I mean... S-Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so..."

He shrugged. "I ran into a White Rabbit a while ago. She... Suggested I at least consider it. It's not really my thing, but... The way she explained it." He looked up. "I dunno, I guess I need to start easy if I'm gonna go down that path."

"Like... Bondage?" She asked.

He scratched his chin. "Maybe. I guess. Never really done that before." He looked at the girl that was still tied up at the brunt-end of the roller-rail. "Even that's... A little much, I think."

"Doesn't have to be like that," she stated. "It can just be... Y'know... D-Domination. Giving orders... H-Having control..."

"Maybe," he thought. "Sounds like... Fun? It's supposed to be fun for both, right?"

She nodded.

He noticed her eyes flitting towards his groin.

"How long have you been waiting here, for your friends?" He asked, scouting once again for them.

"U-Uhm..." She sort of curled nervously. "Th-Think... M-Maybe... Four hours?"

"Hmm..."

She glanced to him, swallowing, and then looked back to the playground. She tired to watch him from the corner of her eye. Then, a moment later, a fairy drifted by, circling around them. It was a cool blue color, and she flinched when it tickled just past her nose.

It lightly settled down on the arm of the bench, and dimmed as it went dormant.

"Why don't we wait somewhere else?" He proposed. "Maybe back at your place? If they come by, I'll keep my sentry out for them, and we can come meet them."

She continued to stare at the fairy as it paced about the arm, scratching at it, and then curled up. The fox boy had taken temporary ownership of it, and it was now his to command; he had evidently told it to wait and keep a neural link open in the event someone came near.

"Are you... Sure?" She asked. "Y-You don't have to do that, I-I'm fine waiting... I'm sure they'll... Show up... Eventually..."

The boy smiled, and stood up, offering his hand.

With a slight whimper of bashfulness, she took his hand, and stood.

"Lead the way," he gestured.

"Um... I... I live in the dorms, at one of the schools," she informed him. "Is... Is that okay?"

He nodded, gesturing again.

She hiccuped, covering her muzzle. "Mm... O-Okay," she agreed, trying to breathe in deeply before hiccuping again.

Despite her evident nerves, with a bit more coaxing she began leading him back to where her bed awaited. Every few moments another hiccup would squeak from her.

He held her hand more tightly, and walked in pace with her. He smiled when she glanced to him from his motions of doing so. He noticed her eyes once again flitting down between his legs. "You can hold it if you want," he offered. "I've had a girl lead my by it, before."

"Mhh... I sh-sh-shouldn't," she mumbled, and tried to glance around at something else to distract her. Then, her steps slowed, and she paused.

The fox boy slowed with her, watching what had caught her attention.

A very young otter was confined to a pillory. Ancient ones used wood and iron; this used a living membrane that someone had shoved her through. The membrane was designed to degrade, but until then she was bent over. Her tail was restrained upward, tied to the pillory by a tether with a synthecyte end that assimilated to the tip. She stood on precariously placed columns, forced to balance with her legs apart lest one fall and she be even more uncomfortable.

A colt that had chosen to be feral excitedly trotted up to her. Between his sturdy hind legs, his colthood hung proudly, flared head nearly grazing the color-shifting grass. Its tip was slightly tapered. But, at his preputial ring midway up, he was almost as thick as the otter was adorably chubby.

The otter sensed the equine's presence, trying to look back in vain and trembling as she felt the stamp of his hooves through the pillars supporting her feet. She whimpered, knowing what was to come.

He whinnied, brushing his nose over her. His flared tip began to pat against her as he worked to angle it in.

She whimpered, only the anticipation of time separating her vulnerably presented sex to his efforts. After several attempts, he found purchase with a triumphant neighing, accompanied by her quivering moan.

Her moan crescendoed as the colt quickly sheathed himself to the roots inside of her, his heavy testicles slapping against her a few times from the force of his charging thrust. The pillars beneath her feet toppled over; one from the colt, the other when she attempted to find it again with her foot, only to kick it over. Now, she was left with only one pillar to support her: warm, fleshy, and drawing out with a pop from the ring, before charging back in.

The Collie whimpered, and then quickly took off, leaving the fox boy behind.

"Hey!" He called after, giving chase.

The old-fashioned school campus was only a few minutes away at their pace.

He followed her between the Gothic-looking buildings, toward a more demure house-style building, colored the same as her uniform: the siding was pink, with green shutters around the windows and on the shingles of the roof.

Just as she hit the top of the porch, a pair of arms wrapped around her and she went into a fit of hiccups. The fox boy held her tightly, and her knees gave out from all of her sprinting.

He shushed her, twisting side to side to rock her a little. Her breathing softened and her hiccups subsided. She was nudged forward when he took a step, one hand falling away to reach for the knob of the door.

"W-W-Wait..." She timidly tried to stall, but it was too late.

The doorknob twisted in his grip, and the door squeakily fell open.

Inside the large room, a giggling faltered; over a dozen pairs of eyes of various colors, some shifting, gazed back toward the door.

"Omega..." One of the girls said in a hushed tone.

A well-groomed Poodle stomped forward. She was decorated in the school colors.

A green bow was tied around the base of her left ear, and a pastel-pink likewise around the right. She wore green, leather, sleeved gloves, and pink, satin stockings without shoes. About her torso was a green corset, with pink frills and trim; and keeping her modest was a pair of pink, g-string panties, which were adorned with a sheer, green-tinted skirt that draped down about four inches.

"You, get in here," she ordered the Collie.

With a whimper, the girl tore from the fox boy's arms.

The Poodle stepped out. "Please, come in, Master," she invited with a bow, extending her hand.

Tello cocked his head, but took the offered welcome, and stepped through the threshold. Another canine, a Dalmatian, quietly shut the door behind him.

The Poodle's hand relinquished the fox's, "excuse me, a moment," she said with another inclination of her head in a slight bow. She turned to the Collie. "Ho-ly hell, Omega. Two fucking weeks!?"

"I'm-m-m s-sorry, I-I-I t-t-t-t--"

The Poodle snatched a riding crop at the foot of one of the many beds in the room, and whipped it against the bit of thigh exposed between the Collie's stockings and skirt.

She let out a yelp.

"You worthless, ugly bitch!" She cracked the crop against the Collie again, who now fell to her knees. "You were supposed to come back with a handsome Master within an hour! You're too timid to be a proper canid! You're going to have to work a lot. Fucking. Harder." She took in a breath, each emphasized word another crack to the Collie's hide. The crop dropped to the ground. The Poodle finished her thought with a contemptuous hiss: "If you want to be worthy of joining my sorority."

"I'm sorry, Alpha," the young Collie sobbed, as much with shame as from the pain. "I'll do better next time, I promise."

"If I let you have a next time," she scoffed, and spat at the disgraceful mutt.

"I-I-I know it t-t-t-took me a wh-while, but... I-Is... Is h-he not handsome? D-Did I d-d-do good?"

The Poodle glowered. "In order for you to have done good, that means you would have had to do something; I'm fully certain that Master came here of his own accord, convincing himself to come; for he is kind, and gracious--which you were not deserving or worthy of."

The Collie covered her eyes as she wept. "P-P-P-Please! Isn't it w-worth something? Removing my chastity seal at least?" She pleaded.

The Poodle's lips pursed. "Take off her clothes," she ordered the others.

The Collie shivered as she was clutched and pulled to her feet. The other canines quietly disrobed her, tearing her uniform from her pelt. The neckerchief was torn from her neck, the knot dangling from one side and the frayed end from the other, pulled apart by a strong Doberman. The Dalmatian's fingers slipped between the seams of her buttons, and yanked her shirt open, the buttons bursting and popping free as she pulled. The Collie's chest was exposed;small, puny swells that none of the other girls allowed her to think of as breasts.

A Corgi, short in stature, grabbed the waist of her skirt, and pulled, ripping it free and exposing her bottom half; she had worn no panties.

So the Collie stood bare, in just her stockings and belt-buckle shoes.

Her demure swells sported no nipples nor areolae. Between her legs, neither vulva nor the wrinkle of her pucker disturbed the smooth, downy fur of her groin, peppered with little gray spots.

Such was the sign of a chastity seal.

There were old-fashioned metal belts, plates, and cages, for restraining the genitals of girls and boys. But the more modern version appeared as so.

It started as a patch, adhered to the fur. Normally, assimilation of synthecytes was voluntary, with few exceptions. The chastity seal was one such involuntary assimilation. The patch changed anatomical structure. It sealed away the nipples and genitals. It appeared much more dramatic for boys, many of whom watched helplessly as their penises and testicles shriveled up into their bodies.

Everything lay dormant in their anatomy, just as they were when they were in the womb; effectively rendering them temporarily neutered.

This also suppressed many of the nerves that brought pleasure. Orgasm was not possible, when one lacked the entire nervous-systemic structure to do so. The lack of sensation for all erogenous zones was so dulled, not even pain could be felt, as was demonstrated when the Poodle used the riding crop to slap the breasts and groin, drawing not more than a soft hitch to the Collie's bated breath.

The Poodle looked to the fox boy, and smiled. "You did at least luck upon a very handsome Master," she admitted. "Lock her in time-out."

"No! N-No please!" The Collie begged, beginning to sob again. "I did my best! I swear!" She screamed and struggled, as the others dragged her toward the rippling portal.

"You did." The Poodle replied. "But... To me, your best is just not enough," she said with a delightful giggle.

"No!!!" The Collie screamed, before her plea was muted when she was shoved through the portal. The wall became solid a second later.

The Poodle turned to the fox boy. "I sincerely apologize for her outburst, Master," she said, bowing, and approaching. "As her Alpha, I accept full responsibility for her disgraceful behavior." There was a soft thump as she dropped to her knees before him, looking down at his feet. "Please punish me as you see fit, to motivate me to improve my weakest link."

Tello blinked, looking down at the Poodle that refused to look up at him. He glanced to the other canines in the room, and they too averted their eyes as soon as he tried to meet them. "Hm..." He considered the room.

There were many instruments of pleasurable punishment decorating the walls. Crosses and beams, restraining tables, harnesses, and breeding stands. All manner of chain, rope, shackle, fetter, and restraint were on display. Bolts for sex swings or other apparatuses to be placed wherever desired studded the ceiling.

A section of the room had all manner of accessories. Gags, collars, toys, whips, crops, paddles, masks, and suits. IV bags, syringes, needles, candles, studs and piercings, and a chemistry lab decorated one corner. There were also electrical devices, Tesla coils, tasers, and batons.

"Uh-Uhm..." He hesitated. "What... Do you think... Is a fitting punishment?" He timidly asked.

"Perhaps it would be fitting to cleanse you with my tongue, like some... Like some..." She let out a nauseated retch. "Disgusting feline," she spat. "I could clean you from ear to toe... Even within your tailhole, if it would please you; but I dare think I should come no more than an inch in touching your proud, handsome Masterhood.

"Then, if it would help redeem me, you might consider using me as a soiling rag to discard the stagnant, stale, expired batch that's been curdling in your precious jewels for however long; and with your ambrosia restored, you might wish to have your first true pleasure within the swaddle of one of my tight, eager subordinates, despite my burning desire and hard work to be worthy of your first ravaging."

"Any subordinate of my choosing?" He asked.

She leaned down, kissing the top of his foot. "Master may have any, and every, hole that he desires. In these walls, Master is permitted all; forbidden nothing."

There was a moment of silence, as she anticipated his next words.

"Stand."

She raised up just a little, looking at his shins. Her face expressed uncertainty and confusion.

"Stand!" He barked.

With a gasp, the Poodle quickly stood, eyes gazing at his muzzle. "Yes, Master. I stand here for you."

"To the gate," he instructed, pointing to the wall.

She bowed, turning, and scurried over; she acquired a nervous panting to her breath. She awaited Master as he slowly approached her.

The wall rippled, as he aligned the matrix. "Retrieve Omega from time-out."

The girl hesitated, a hand curled reluctantly against her collarbone.

"Go!" He barked.

With a gasp, she slipped through the rippling portal.

Several moments passed, before their quantum projections appeared.

"I expected you to return immediately," he chastised.

"I beg your forgiveness, Master," the Poodle spoke rapidly; "She is an undisciplined bitch, and at first refused despite--"

His hand clamped her muzzle shut. "Excuses?" He growled.

She shook her head, still held in his firm grip.

He let her go. "Dry her tears."

She hesitated for only half a second before using her hands to rub against the Collie's damp cheeks.

"Clean her nose with your muzzle."

Swallowing, the Poodle closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to the sniffling, dripping nostrils. She licked, and sucked, drawing the thin snot onto her tongue. After working up the nerve, she swallowed it.

Master stepped forward, bodily disturbing Alpha from her spot; she submissively relinquished her spot without falling. He reached to the Collie's cheeks, rubbing his thumb below her eyes. "Shhh... It's all right." He let her go, and looked to the Poodle. "Walk her to the breeding stand," he ordered.

The Poodle stood up straighter, a grin returning to her muzzle. "Yes, Master, right away; come bitch," she muttered beneath her breath, snaring her hold around the Collie's wrist.

They went to the breeding stand on the other side of the room, Master following them. The others made such quiet footfalls as they closed around in a crowd, pensively poised should Master direct them at any time.

"Would you like to do the honors, Master, or would you grace me the pleasure?" The Poodle asked.

"You will do me the courtesy of requesting Omega to strip you," he answered.

Her grin faded, muzzle coming unhinged. "M-Master?"

"You question me?" He growled.

She gasped. "O-O-Omega, w-will you... Please... Relieve me of my garments?"

The Collie looked to Master.

"You question?" The Poodle snarled.

The Collie froze, and let out a whimper.

But Master merely smiled, and nodded.

Alpha offered up her arms, for the sleeved gloves to be removed. They peeled away, and she flexed her fingers, her arms no longer compressed by their tightness.

Omega then squatted down to remove the stockings, which were revealed to be much more sheer than at first thought. It was simply difficult to tell given they and the Poodle's fur were so light in color.

The bows were slipped free of her ears, and she glanced at Master as she ushered the Collie behind her, putting herself between the runt and Master.

Omega struggled nervously to undo the straps of the corset, fumbling and dropping the ties.

"Hurry, you clumsy bitch," the Poodle barked. "You are wasting Master's time!" To her delight, Omega whimpered and picked up the pace, which nearly matched that of her heart. She looked to Master, taking deeper and deeper breaths as the corset loosened; in just a moment it would crack at the seams, and her body would be presented to Master in nearly all of its glory.

But then, just as the corset went slack, Master turned about, and her heart became solid as stone. "M-Master... You turn away?"

"I wish not to blind my eyes upon your hideous form."

"P-P-P-Please," she stammered, dejected, "I have worked so hard to attain perfect beauty. My subordinates give their bathing rations to me, so that my entire coat is as supple and silken as my virgin maidenhood. I have not the slightest scar to speak of, never maimed; what more can I do to make myself presentable to even a fleeting gaze?"

"You may beg Omega to bind you to the breeding stand. If she is merciful, she will do so, and then you might be more appealing to me."

"Omega, p-p-please!" The Poodle begged with exasperation.

"Do you cry and stammer like a desperate and heartbroken whore? Shameful."

"Omega, please," she repeated with fervor, the metal tinkling as she assumed position upon the stand; "secure me to the stand so that Master might look at me."

The Collie stood, frozen.

"Omega, please; I can't bear to see his back to me any longer!"

The desperate bark sounded too similar to her Alpha's snarl of anger. Her instincts guided her impulses, and she restrained the Poodle against the stand.

She bound her Alpha's wrists, arms, and neck to the bracing bars. She secured her hips, thighs, shins, and ankles, to the presenting frame. Though her Alpha's tail was stubby, merely a pom-puff sticking out of her rump by a thin stalk, she still restrained the tail via the cord that originated from the strap about the neck; she then tightened the cinch, forcing the Poodle's rump to raise uncomfortably against the binds meant to keep that from happening.

"Master, I am as you wished," she informed.

Master turned in such a way that she did not see if he turned to face her.

She heard his soft, yet powerful, footfalls stepping away.

"Omega, come with me."

The Collie obediently shuffled in his wake, her soles scraping the floor, arriving next to him at the station of various vials and milking apparatuses. She watched as he selected one: a clear, manual milker, lined with translucent synthecytes meant to emulate the contour and consistency of a canid vagina. It was flexible, allowing the handler to squeeze for added sensation. At its tip, just past the synthetic cervix, was an artificial womb in the shape of a bulb. The bulb had a tube extending from it, which had a cone that could be fitted over a capturing container. The cone was actually a synthetic sphincter, able to change size and create a secure seal about whatever it was stimulated to snare about.

"Do you know how to use this?"

"Yes, Master," the Collie responded, her voice soft and meek. "I will instruct you."

"Retrieve a large catcher and come back to the breeding stand."

She did so, using both hands to lift the glass container, about the size of a carboy. She returned back to the breeding stand, and set it down.

"Omega," he said, getting the Collie's attention. "I have a very important task for you. But, you are not yet ready to perform this task."

"I am sorry, Master," she said, lowering her gaze in shame. "Is there any way I might prepare for this task?" She asked.

"Yes. You will need to mark her." He pointed to the forcibly presented Poodle. "That will be your first step in preparation."

"M-Master, I-I-I... I cannot... I-I--"

"Shall I ask another who might be more eager?"

She gasped. "Master, forgive me; I do not mean to say I'm unwilling. I promise that I am your most eager and yearning hole," she clasped her hands at her chest. "Wh-Wh-Wh-What I mean is... I am still... Sealed..."

He glanced down between her legs. "Oh... R-Right, my mistake," he said, blushing.

She shook her head. "No, forgive me, I should have done as you ordered regardless--I should not have spoken out." She gasped, when he rested a hand on her shoulder, and slid down to her pathetic excuse of a bosom. Then, her body went nearly limp when his hands gently cupped upon her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, quivering. She winced, when she felt a pressure against her lips. Her heart raced, beginning to go arrhythmic. It was only by her failsafes that her fibrillation was returned to normalcy.

Then, she let out a moan as her nipples and vulva felt warm and tender, the synthecytes that suppressed them dying away. She became exposed and nude all over again, and her vaginal canal began to reform. When her womb sensed the open channel once again, it quivered, pleading for the passage to be used for its primary purpose: to receive the instrument of insemination.

With the release of her tender privates, her lips were released as well. Master's instruction did not release from her mind; without requiring a reminder, she cautiously approached her Alpha.

"You had better drench me, you worthless bitch," the Poodle threatened.

"Shut her up, first," Master ordered.

Complying, Omega pressed her Alpha's snout into the holder, and clamped the muzzling straps upon her.

She could do nothing but hum within her throat.

"Continue."

Taking a deep breath, fighting a hiccup that eventually escaped, Omega steeled herself. She spread her legs, and rested her vulva over the bridge of her Omega's nose.

The Poodle whimpered as she felt the warm trickle spurt forth. The pent-up urine had a sharp, bitter musk to it. Right away it invaded every nostril of the room.

Omega's urethra finally relaxed fully, and the warm golden liquid began to flow freely.

"Walk along her," Master instructed. "Mark every inch of her. Leave no strand of fur untouched. Stain her white coat yellow."

Awkwardly, she continued to squat, but began brushing her vulva along the Poodle's brow, over her crown, down the back of her neck, and down her spine. All the while, her scent spread like a miasma. The urine flowered down on either side of the Poodle, gathering along her tummy before dripping down onto the floor below with a soft tinkling.

At last, Omega reached her Alpha's hind. She held in one last burst of urine, and pressed herself against her Alpha's virgin maidenhood.

The Poodle quivered against her as she covered her sacred and authoritative mound with her scent, overwhelming the Poodle's own. Even if she tried, it would take many baths before she could purify her scent once again.

"Very good. Come back to me, my Alpha."

She gasped, covering her muzzle. A tear welled up and leaked from one of her eyes. "I-I... M-Me?" She stammered.

He smiled. "Nearly," he clarified.

Her cream-tipped tail wagged.

He reminded her to come hither with kissy-sounds.

She gasped again, this time of fright. "F-Forgive me," she whispered, shuffling to him.

"Worry not," he cooed, touching her shoulder.

She nuzzled his hand.

"Beta was correct," he said, his hand departing her neck and gesturing to the piss-soaked bitch. "My current brew has soured," he remarked, reaching to touch his testicles. "I would like to purge it so that I have a fresh volume." He once again lifted the manual milker. "You said you knew how to use this?"

She retrieved it as it was proffered. "Oh, yes, I would be honored to instruct you."

"Instruct me?" He asked. "You mentioned that twice, now."

She let out a stilted whimper. "I'll instruct you, so you can use it."

He smiled, and brought a finger to lift her chin.

She whined with anxiety, as she was forced to gaze into Master's soft eyes.

"Why would I bother doing it myself, when I have a perfectly capable Alpha to tend my needs for me?"

She began panting, her cheeks acquiring a blush.

"Prepare the reservoir, and demonstrate your skill at pleasuring your Master, better than the others can."

Nervously, she threaded along the tube toward the funnel-end. She slipped it over the neck of the container, and the synthecyte sphincter tightened over it, creating a seal. However, as needed, it would loosen to ensure air would flow freely until suction was needed.

"M-M-May I step behind you, Master?" She requested, meekly slinking to his side.

"Do all that you require, without further request," he told her.

She nodded, and cautiously stepped behind him. She pressed herself to his back, for the first time feeling the sinew beneath his luscious, orange coat. She gave into her temptation, resting her nose upon his shoulder, and capturing his scent.

She flinched when he chuckled, feeling the soft murmur vibrate within him against her tummy. She fumbled with the milker, hesitating and trying to fit it over his Masterhood without touching it.

"You tease me, Alpha. Steady me and try again."

Her hackles raised and her throat tightened. It was a command, despite its softness; and, as Alpha, she could no longer allow her fears to dominate her.

It was softer than she imagined. Still turgid, like a rock, but with just the slightest yield to still be tender. She held him steady by the sheath, and poised the artificial vulva at his tip. With a thundering heart, her hand moved despite her attempts to hesitate and reconsider.

Master let out a sigh, as his length slipped into the vagina.

Behind her, her subordinates delightfully whimpered like a choir at that barest sound of Master's pleasure. It kindled within them a fire, and their groins instinctively dampened.

Tentatively, Alpha drew the apparatus up toward Master's tip. It slid easily, for she applied no grip. Then, when it was nearly off, she tightened her hold, and pulled her hand back toward her.

"Ooooooh..."

They all went limp upon hearing Master's gratified moan, despite how soft it was.

Beta began to whimper, her presented sex dribbling freely, which introduced Alpha's urine to her sensitive, inner-petals as a stinging burn.

Weakest of all was Alpha, nearly fainting as Master's moan was caused by her consciously acting motions. Her free hand twitched when she felt a touch, as he took it into his own from behind, and brought it forward.

"Hold me," he guided, resting her hand beneath his heavy, churning testicles. "If you gently cradle and roll them, it will encourage me to produce more."

Master was truly putting her through a brutally torturous trial to prove her worthy of being his Alpha. In both of her hands, she held the two elements of Master's very essence. Despite his power and strength, Master was most fragile and tender in her hold.

One mistake, and she would surely hurt him. To do so would be worse than death. She would rather cowardly die, or seal her womb for all eternity, before facing the guilt of harming Master's precious instruments.

A tickle between her thighs caught her attention. Master's tail hand slipped between her legs, and now rested against her slit. She could feel her arousal leaking onto the base, soaking it with her scene.

She pulled the milker away from her, and then back; she fell into a steady rhythm. She began squeezing firmly, and twisting the milker as she slipped it up and down Master's pride.

Encouraged by his moans, she fondled Master's pearls. Her hand was barely big enough to support them both. The soft, fuzzy fur that covered them tickled her palm as she rolled and cradled them. With great care, she gently hefted one, and tested its firmness. Just as she observed with his pride, she found them to be dense, but soft to the touch.

The other girls had started to crowd around, getting as close as they could without disturbing. She gave them each a stolid glare, a fire of possession kindling within her. They were like grubby beggars, crowding her for the precious treasure she had. But it was her treasure; she was Alpha.

They were lucky she even allowed them to witness this intimate moment Master shared with her. He never gave them permission to see him be pleasured. Or hear. Or smell. Or taste. Or feel.

Feel.

She felt Master in her hand.

She felt Master in her hole.

The artificial vagina was no longer artificial in her mind. It was organic; her organ. He pushed into her, and she had strength to squeeze. Not in resistance, she would never dare resist Master's advances. No, it was to enhance his pleasure. He desired tightness. He desired to spread the tightness.

Spreading tight holes to their limits brought Master so much pleasure. Hers was the tightest. No matter how often, no matter how hard, no matter how deep, no matter how wide; she would regain her snugness sooner than a heartbeat for him. She had to be tight and ready at any time.

"G-G-Gonna cum, soon," he warned. "Wh-When I do, hold it down."

"Yehssss..." She moaned, her eyes closing.

Master's instrument began thrusting into her with urgency. She steadied herself, absorbing the impact of each blow as his tip hit her cervix. Then, he pressed into her firmly, holding steady.

There was a pop, and Master let out a yip.

In panic, she opened her eyes, and saw that she had pulled the milker down taught over his pride. It was pressing against his knot, the tube fitting far too snugly to accommodate even a millimeter of it. His tip head breached the artificial cervix, and creamy white fluid was spurting into the chamber.

The sphincter on the other end latched onto the brim of the reservoir. Soft squelches came from it like flatulence as it worked to siphon the milk from his spring. It just barely kept up with his pace, and she did have to hold it firm as the fluid burst from his urethra with surprising force.

She could barely imagine what it must be like should her womb take the brunt of that kind of eruption.

To her dismay, the gushing spring began to wither down to a trickle. She wanted to see the wonderful sight forever, and then she felt terrible for not tempering her own expectations. She erased the thought from her mind, for Master's endurance was just as well as it needed to be to please whatever hole he so chose.

The other girls began to moan, letting known their orgasms.

She turned, fire blazing from her eyes. "What are you doing!?" She barked. "I don't recall giving you permission to pleasure yourselves, least of all to climax!"

The girls continued to hit their peaks, one by one.

"I'll punish you all for this!"

In her arms, Master chuckled. "Don't take your own frustrations out on you subordinates, Alpha."

She swallowed. "M-Master?" She asked, as he tore from her arms; or at least, that is how it felt, despite his departure being benign and gentle. She felt cold as stone without his warmth.

"You seemed nearly there yourself," he remarked, reaching behind to mindfully touch the base of his tail between his fingers. "Perhaps you are upset you did not get the wash of pleasure as they did?"

She stumbled in her steps, landing upon the ground. Despite the dull ache in her arms and knees, she crawled to Master and wrapped her hands about his ankles.

"Forgive me, Master. I had the most forbidden fantasy of you pleasuring yourself in my unworthy hole. I was selfish, and I was not focusing entirely on your pleasure."

"I forgive you," he replied.

She rose to a kneel. "Master? You are too gracious; surely I should be punished..."

"I have more important things to do now," he told her. "You have seen the err of your way, and though you were tempted you did not follow your unruly subordinates in the urges of your loins. Your sense of duty and loyalty ultimately prevailed."

Through his praises, she found courage to stand. "Thank you, Master," she bowed.

"Bring the reservoir to me," he commanded.

Her shoes tapped upon the ground with her steps. She hefted the container, and found that with Master's passion it was much heavier. It was also warm, almost feverish. Her womb quivered when she heard it slosh within.

Even if it was a stale and curdled brew, she would have accepted that if nothing else. She felt it a disparaging waste to see it contained in such a cold reservoir that was not fit for purpose. Though, whether her womb was fit for purpose was under Master's judgment.

She set the reservoir down near her Master's feet. "May I ask what you are doing with this impressive sample, Master?"

He smiled, popping the sphincter and milker from the neck, and casting them aside. "Observe, and you shall know in time," he told her.

"And the others?" She asked, looking back.

"As Master I dictate you. As Alpha, you dictate them."

She closed her eyes, nodding. "You may observe, but no closer than seven paces," she told them.

He retrieved a thick, modular tube with an open end, fitting the sphinctered end over the brim of the container. "Maintaining authority by exclusivity of proximal distance," he noted. "What will you do if one sneaks a toe forward?" He asked, slipping a bifurcated, semipermeable membrane cap over the other end of the tube.

"Shave their foot and dip it in boiling wax," she growled in response.

The girls whimpered, and took an extra pace back, such that they were certain they were nowhere near that fate.

Alpha continued to observe her Master's tinkering.

He attached a tube to each panel of the bifurcated membrane, and attached each of those tubes to separate, smaller, reservoirs. He then tickled the sphincters, and they began to flex and contract, eventually pulling the cream up through the tube. The tube then began pumping it along by peristalsis.

As the semen hit the bifurcation point, the two membranes began separating it. Out the left membrane, the white, milky cream began filling one reservoir. Out the right, an odd, slightly red-tinged liquid began filling the other.

It took only a few moments until the main container was emptied, the fluids separated. He then took the container of red-tinted liquid, and placed it into the drum of the dehydrator, closing the lid. He activated it, and it began to hum.

"While that's curing, it's time for your next step in becoming my Alpha. Do you think you are ready?"

She closed her eyes, her nose dipping. "No, Master," she admitted.

"Fetch me a baby bottle," he commanded.

The Collie's stiff, stubby ears perked. She scampered toward the corner of accessories, and found the item that Master requested. Gingerly, she scurried back, her tail wagging as she offered it to him.

"Hold it out," he told her, poising a ladle over the container with his cream.

She pulled off the nipple to the bottle, and held it steady. The ladle dipped into the cream, with a slosh that made her knees quiver. It lifted, dripping, and she moved the bottle beneath it, between it and the container so as to not spill a drop.

She watched as he carefully drizzled it into the bottle, filling it nearly to the brim. At his gesture, she slowly moved it out of the way, and the ladle was dipped back into the main container.

He extended his hand, and the bottle was given. He replaced the nipple, and gestured for her to follow him. On the way to his destination, he kicked a molding chair. It was akin to a beanbag, but able to be controlled in its shape, size, and firmness.

The chair settled before Beta's restrained gaze. Her heart leapt when she saw Master in her peripheral vision. She tried to wag her tail, but it was barely able to twitch, the tether holding it up far too taught.

Master sat upon the chair. It changed shape; two flat platforms grew out from either side, like exaggerated arm-rests, curving slightly upward. He patted his knee. "Come lay upon my lap, Alpha."

Beta seethed when she saw her rival's legs block her view of Master.

"You hesitate?" He asked.

The Collie let out a soft hiccup, before cautiously approaching her Master. She took great care in sitting in his lap, for his pride and jewels would be beneath her tush, and she dared not put any pressure upon them. She was aided by him, an act which sent her heart aflutter.

She found herself reclined across his lap, staring up at him. The two extensions supported her head and legs, but in such a way that she had to slightly curl in order to be comfortable.

She watched as the bottle was lifted, and gently swirled. His essence within had barely room to slosh. The bottle was then tilted, the nipple facing toward her. Her eyes widened as the nipple drew closer to her, until it brushed her lips; poised for her to latch.

"Drink, my Alpha."

Her muzzle sealed about the artificial nipple. The room quieted to hear her earnest suckling, accompanied with soft grunts. She glanced to her left, and saw her Beta glaring at her.

Tears streaked from her eyes.

Grinning with delight, she wriggled and squirmed as she drank Master's offering. The chocolate flavor sweetened her tongue. It slid warmly down her throat. When it settled in her tummy, it quelled the sudden growls, like the flute that soothes the thrashing beast.

"Making good on your claim of being the most eager and yearning," he chuckled, trying to tug the bottle away, but she fought him, forgetting her place and desiring only the sustenance within. "Slow your suckling," he suggested, "savor me, and this moment. It may not happen again."

She turned to him, pausing in her feeding. A look of worry widened her pupils.

With a smile, he leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek. "All good things must end; but you can make it last a little longer, if you like."

Cooing, she suckled once more, this time with more restraint.

"This is all that you need." He spoke, as her eyes lidded. "Meat will taste gamy, fruits rotten, and candy sour; this is the best morsel you have ever tasted. To think," he chuckled, "that it isn't even as strong as it could be."

She let out a tittering mumble.

"I doubt even you, my Alpha, could handle it at its full potency. Though, I know you would be willing to try."

She nodded, turning to him and closing her eyes.

Behind her, she heard a growl. A jealous, bitter, furious growl. It was only because she was with Master that she felt no twinge of vulnerability. But, as the nectar in her bottle ran dry, the taste over her tongue subsiding, the growl began to raise her hackles.

"Rise, my Alpha."

Slowly, one shoe tapped upon the floor. Then, the other. She pushed off from her Master, her belly swollen with his nutrients. It gave her strength enough to command the very air at her fingertips.

She held the bottle, and looked at it. Slight streaks of residue lined its walls. She looked to her subordinates, eagerly watching her. Like the strike of lightning she moved, flicking her arm and hurling the bottle toward them.

The Doberman was struck on temple, and fell, cold. The other girls tackled her, frantically struggling to obtain the grail that held their Master's ambrosia, quibbling to taste even the most diluted, crusted grains to imagine what their Alpha might have experienced upon her buds.

Amidst the animosity, there was the long note. Like the bow of resined horse-hair slowly gliding over the string of a violin.

Beta's growl.

Despite her muzzle she let herself be known. Steam puffed from her nostrils. Her eyes gleamed red with hubris. The chains and iron that bound her and kept her still rattled and tinkered as she sought to will a quake to break them.

"Alpha."

At Master's voice, Beta's spirit faltered.

"You have proven your independence by marking your former leader. You have proven your servitude in pleasuring me. You have proven your restraint in tempering your urges. You have proven your devotion by consuming my seed." He listed these things as he stepped toward where the riding crop had been discarded; he picked it up, and looked it over.

"Now," he continued, returning to her, holding the crop idly within his hands. "Your final test--your most difficult trial: You must prove your aggression."

She winced.

"My Alpha must be dominant, not just by words. Words only get you so far. You must take action." He patted the crop against his palm, to emphasize his word. "I have need to penetrate Beta," he told her.

The Poodle's heart fluttered.

"However, she has revealed to me that she is virginal. Her inferior hole deserves not the satisfaction of losing her purity by penetration."

Her eyes widened.

"You will relieve her of her virgin seal with this," he held the riding crop to her.

She looked to the instrument. A feint string in her leg made her teeth grit. She reached for the handle, and curled her fingers tightly about it. "Gladly, Master," she growled.

Beta heard the tapping of the shoes nearing her. They walked behind. Her breathing hastened. She gripped the iron rods with what little vantage she had to brace herself.

A minute passed.

She didn't blink.

She stared at her former subordinates.

They cowered as their eyes witnessed what she could not.

Their forms began to smear and go bleary as she focused so hard. The shadows danced. The colors smudged. Flits of pink and green sparked and flashed across her vision.

"Ha-rah!"

"Mmmmmmm!"

The slap of the crop snapped through the air. The girls balked and squeaked as Beta tried to scream. But all that she mustered was a muffled hum.

"Bitch!"

"Mmmmhhhh!"

"You dare feel jealousy?"

"Mrrrrrrmh!"

"You dare fantasize of being in my place?"

"Mmmmngggh! Mggggghnngh!"

"You're nothing but a petty! Pampered! Cunt!"

"Alpha!"

The Collie's breaths were slow and heavy, Master's voice breaking her from a sudden trance.

Red began to stain the Poodle's hind, far from her mound.

"Aggression. Without direction. Is viciousness."

The Collie closed her eyes, a single tear beading down her cheek. "Forgive me, Master," she whispered.

"Now that you have torn her spirit, show mercy and tear her seal with precision and swiftness."

A moment later, the riding crop cracked again.

This time, all that Beta managed was a fizzled, fleeting whine."

As Alpha stood, watching the thin, virgin blood trickle from her immediate subordinate's inflamed vulva, she felt guilt. She had let a past life hold dominance over her. If she was to be Alpha, that could never happen again.

She heard a soft hiss. Breaking from her thoughts, she saw Master over by the dehydrator. Her shoes tapped as she made her way to him.

"Stop," he said, holding his hand out behind him without looking to her. "Don't come near."

She took a step back. "Has... Has my viciousness upset you, Master? Is this my punishment?"

"It is for your own safety," he corrected, waving the wisps of vapor that rose from the drum. He reached in, and lifted the container he had placed inside. Settled at the bottom was a layer of red powder.

He poured the powder onto a dish. Reaching to the amenities already provided, he retrieved a bottle with a dropper-lid. With a twist it came out, and he hovered the dropper over the dish.

One drop fell, forming a bubble amidst the dust. Then another.

The bubble began collecting the dust, moving about. The amoebas collected every last grain, forming into a set of small red beads, like pomegranate seeds. The amoebas then went dormant, their membranes hardening; solid enough to keep their form, but moisture would break the barrier down.

While the amoebas prepared the capsules, he went to retrieve a speculum and a funnel that had a very long, narrow point, barely thicker than a claw.

He carried these two items, plus the dish, toward the breeding stand.

When she heard noise behind her, Beta roused. Her eyelids stung from the dried, mucosal tears. It reminded her of the seal that had been ripped from her by force.

Her restraints tinkered with her convulsion; she felt a gentle touch upon her rump. Her ears perked at a squeaking she heard. Then, her petals quivered as something cold touched them.

"Mmmmh..." She let out a soft grunt, as the speculum was inserted into her. Master had chosen the most rudimentary one; parts of it were uncomfortable and even sharp. It was wiggled and pushed into her channel, until it nudged against the very back.

"Rrrhm!" She winced, when it opened. Her tight passage was stretched agape. She could feel the cool air of the room spilling into her widened loins. The instrument had large gaps along its frame, and her supple walls slouched into them. Occasionally, her vagina contracted, attempting to close, but the speculum did not relent.

She gasped, when she felt a tap along her walls. A thin touch that occasionally nudged her. A finger? No... Too thin. She winced again as it touched the end of her passage.

It tapped about along the soft wall, until it found its mark.

Her eyes went wide. "Mmmmmrhrhrhmh!" Tears welled and she tried to wrench free; but the stinging, burning pain made her go limp. More tears fell down her cheeks, and she whimpered with her breaths.

The burning in her cervix subsided, but left behind a dull ache from the thing that had been forced through.

Then, came a curious sound. Something like rain upon tin, but lighter, and faster. It did not last long, but right away she felt something odd.

Her womb quivered. Something had disturbed it. Something had settled inside, no doubt related to the intrusive device that held it open.

It was not liquid, as she imagined to feel within her womb. It felt solid. Heavy. Dense.

A sharp breath sucked through her nose when the bore in her cervix was pulled free. Her breathing steadied as the speculum was slowly pulled free as well.

Her loins relaxed. But she felt sore, and uncomfortably loose. Worst of all, it was not by means of a savage fuck from an enormous cock.

Just as she was about to relax, another touch rested on her vulva. Something covered it. Gauze? A bandage?

Then, it tingled.

She blinked, warily. She almost expected to feel an itch or a burn. Instead, she felt numbness. It crept along her vulva, and then...

Her throat tightened.

Her nipples went numb, as well, and she felt the odd sense of them being swallowed up by her fur. The vacancy between her legs started to become solid, as the channel closed up, until it reached her womb, which still held the odd, dense, substance.

Her vision was graced by his feet. She tried to look up, but with her muzzle pointed downward she could only see as high as his knees; just barely able to glimpse his jewels. But, his pride was allowed into her gaze when he sat upon the molding chair.

He scooted closer to her. He held up his hand, something pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you know what this is?" He asked.

With her eyes, she indicated no.

"This small bead contains a powder. This powder is the active ingredient in a potent serum that I can mix with my semen. It is referred to as Light Her Fire; are you familiar with it?"

Once again, her eyes indicated otherwise.

He touched the bead to her muzzle, forcing it in. "It's an agent which, when it comes into contact with the womb, is absorbed into the uterine lining. Once absorbed, it induces an insatiable heat; the bearer of the heat desires nothing but for their womb to be filled with cum. Yet, that will do nothing to alleviate the agonizing need for it. If anything, it only bolsters the thirst.

"Normally," he held up his hand, "it lasts a few hours. Average of five, but it depends on the girl. It only takes a small amount of the agent to cause an affect. It also has a limit; while a lot can be mixed into an ejaculation, most of it will become inert, as the uterine lining gains temporary immunity. Except..."

Her breathing hastened.

"If it were processed and refined in such a way that the release could be controlled in doses... Then one volume could be made to last for even longer. How is the sample in your mouth? Has it dissolved, yet?"

Her tongue sought for it, but found just a small crumb of it still against her teeth.

"Right now, you have several capsules like that sitting in your womb. They will dissolve at different rates. One should have burst by now."

She suddenly felt a tingling in her, in the same place as those pellets could be felt.

"I believe there should be enough to last a full twenty-four hours," he pondered. "I can see it's started, already. How does it feel?"

"Mmmmh... Mmmhhh-hhh-h-h..." The tingling started to burn. The burning erupted within her. One eye went half-lidded, while the other went wide, pupil dilating. She saw the raging erection before her. It almost glowed in her vision, as if the poison gave her a predatory sight to find what she now began to desire more easily.

"The chastity seal I put on you will last for forty-eight," he told her. "You will remain as you are, ready and primed to be bred, your body commanding it, but with no way to do so even if you were to find someone willing. So is how you will learn your new place as Beta: all that you desire, you shall never have, unless Alpha so deems it."

Snot leaked from her nostrils. She could hardly breathe. The furnace within her womb roiled in agony, unable to find a passage for escape; and especially semen to douse.

"Alpha, you may approach."

The Collie, whom had been standing a short distance from her Master, took steps toward him. She tried not to seem too excited, but she did enjoy the evident crescendo as her Master's plan came to fruition upon her Beta.

"What use have you of me, Master?" She asked, trying not to wag her tail.

"Beta is about to undergo a test of endurance and will, that she will fail and that will break her. While the heat begins to ignite within her, why don't you help the breaking along by giving her something to focus on?" He pushed back, the molding chair helping him to recline. "It has also been too long since my last release."

"Of course, Master. My holes are yours at any time, for however long. What is you desire: my tailhole, or my puppyhole?"

"Your puppyhole."

She smiled, her tail now wagging wantonly. "Would you like me on my knees presenting for breeding, as Beta? Or, perhaps helplessly pinned under your power and at your mercy on my back?"

"I would like you to turn about and settle into my lap, that way Beta gets a gracious view."

The Collie pivoted round, her tail lifting. She licked her lips, staring down at the Poodle. "As you wish, Master," she complied, backing her calves against the chair and beginning to squat.

She lowered slowly, looking into Beta's eyes as she closed the distance between his pecker and her mound. She was gently supported and guided by his hands, so that she would surely find purchase against his tip.

It brushed the petals of her vulva, nudging them aside.

"Aaaaaaah!" She moaned, a squirt of her passion splattering his thighs and jewels. She whimpered. "I-I-I'm s-sorry M-Master, I d-d-didn't mean to c-c-cum before you, I-I-I--"

"Calm, Alpha," he said softly, petting a hand down her thigh. "You did claim to be my most eager and yearning hole. It is a rather nice compliment that the mere touch is all you need to overwhelm you."

"Y-Yes, Master," she shivered. "The sight alone would be, as well, were I not working my hardest to be your Alpha, and not just a drooling whore, like Beta."

Beta growled, her muzzle unable to keep from salivating. It was as if her arousal, unable to dribble from her own loins, had found an avenue from her mouth.

"M-Master, do not feel you have to wait for me to recover... I am ready at any time; take me whenever it pleases you."

"Alpha," he softly growled. "My instruction was for you to settle into my lap." He let go of supporting her. "Continue when you are ready."

"Y-Yes, Master. Would you like me to swaddle you quickly, or would you prefer a slow penetration?"

"Alpha..."

She tensed, sensing the very slight agitation in his voice. "I-I apol--"

"As it is your first time with me, and while we are in Beta's forced gaze... Just this once, you may let your own desires guide you, for a time. I will take over when the moment is right. Until then, you may indulge your pleasures."

Droplets of tears stained the floor, from both the Alpha, and the Beta.

"Thank you, Master," the Collie said with a grateful breath. "I understand I do not truly deserve this... But, if it is your wish, I will do as you bid me to."

With that, she began to settle.

She gasped when Master's pride parted her more, his tapered tip crafted to worry her defenses away by its very nature. She lowered further, her hole forced wider as she gradually penetrated herself on his instrument.

The barbs just behind the tip that made his passage into her comfortable for him began to tickle her dorsal wall. It triggered flutters from her; she could not help them.

Even blessed with a shred of freedom, Master still had full control over her body, forcing her to do exactly what pleased him, no matter how subtle.

She began to feel his heartbeat. She paused to match hers with his. It throbbed from his pecker, gently pulsing within her snug hold.

The chains tinkered as Beta struggled, forced to watch the impossible act of anyone allowed to take their pace with their Master. She had yearned so long for a Master to grant her that moment, if even for the first inch of entry.

But, just like her virginal seal, it was torn from her, through Master's will. He had given her only desire, and held relief out of reach; right before her eyes.

"Hah!" The Collie moaned, as the preputial ring popped past her petals with a soft squish, disturbing nectar that had collected there. It dribbled down her Master's gift, dampening the soft fur of his sheath.

With a yip, her legs lost their balance, and she fully seated upon Master's lap, his knot nudging against her blushing vulva. The molding chair then scooted them forward, so that they were closer to Beta. Their intimate embrace was a mere inch from her nose.

She could smell the musk of her Master, tainted by the reek of her superior and rival. It drove her womb mad, buzzing like a hive. Her body began to ache, her muscles already weary of struggling, kept only just sustained by the synthecytes that prevented her from rotting.

The molding chair also receded from Alpha's legs, so that they sat on something akin to an ottoman, while her Master was still comfortably reclined behind her.

With better vantage, she leaned back, gripping the armrests slightly behind her, and took a deep breath.

"Mmmmmh..."

The satisfied hum from her Master as she lifted sent her heart apatter. She rose and rose, up his generous endowment. The ring slipped free of her, and the barbs grazed her dorsal wall.

Just as he was nearly to the point of slipping out, she sank back down with a moaning bark.

She began to rise and drop in a steady rhythm. At first she appreciated her Master's length, her strokes drawing and pushing along him fully. With each drop his ring squished past her entrance, pushing her tightness that much wider. With each rise, his barbs ran the length of her wall, which in part made her go limp and aided her drop once again.

A wonderfully vicious cycle; yet again demonstrating Master's forethought. While she quivered and panted, working through the pleasures that were of her efforts, she was still just a puppet, no matter how thin and invisible the strings he controlled with might have seemed.

"Master, y-your features give me no rest," she remarked with a huff.

"I can see," he chuckled. "You admire the ring of an equine; it keeps you unevenly stretched so that you are acutely aware of every inch."

He closed his eyes as she raised up with a whining moan, and had observed that she did not drop as far as she once had.

"Do you enjoy the barbs of a feline? You appear to seek their scratch sooner and sooner. What would your subordinates say if they learned you now craved their disgracing touch?"

She let out a yip, focusing her Master's barbs upon particular spots. "I-I-I am ashamed," she admitted, "b-b-but I l-l-love how they c-c-caress where I am-m so t-tender and frail."

"Perhaps you might corrupt your subordinates," he mused. "Force them to feel their forbidden touch, like the shameful, disgraceful sluts they are--and you, their Alpha, the most ashamed and disgraced."

She let out a moan, squiring once more. Several spurts burst from her loins, drenching her Master's jewels and tummy.

Beta winced at the stench, once again masking Master's scent from her. Worse yet, some had landed upon her nose. Still marked in her Alpha's urine, she began to lose her sense of self.

The only reminder of who she was roared within her womb, banging its walls like a fitful child. Had she control of her hands, she would use them to tear a hole in her anywhere she could to open access to her sealed tomb, and beg her Master to defile it.

She would happily drain her blood for him, to replace it with his flowing spring; so that she might suffocate with as much of him inside of her as she could.

Did he not see how Alpha lacked such thoughts?

Surely he could understand her devotion. Surely this was all a mad dream. Surely he would cast her superior aside, remove her chastity, and give her a savage ramming.

"But there is one feature you are neglecting," said Master, his hands reaching for his Alpha's thighs.

She was pulled down, and from her throat came a shriek.

Beta felt a pulse in the air, as she witnessed the bulb at the base of his Masterhood breach its way into the Collie's body. Another spurt; this time, stuffed full of his knot, it was aimed directly at her.

Her eye stung as it landed right in. Though it twitched, it did not close; the pain was a sweet distraction from the roiling storm within her womb. She received several more streams of her superior's passion, her face and muzzle now marked and claimed anew.

The Collie's whimpers settled as she calmed from her throes.

"Feel, Alpha."

Her hand was taken, rested upon her tummy. She slowly breathed in. His pride was within her, and she could feel it bulging from her petite frame. Her fingers were guided down to their juncture.

She blushed as she felt the softness of his sheath. Her fingertips gingerly explored, snuggling between where her petals pressed to him. She slipped the pad between their strained hold.

She touched the seal he had pushed within her. The knot that held him in place; that held her in place. Once more, she went weak as she understood that his allowance of her freedom was a facade. She could do nothing, now. She was tied to him. She could struggle, but she could not free. Only he could undo the seal, at his leisure. She was forced to swaddle him, wholly, for as long as he sought comfort within her, and despite how uncomfortable it made her.

She shuddered with delight.

Then, with dread.

"Master? Have you not relieved in me because I am not a worthy hole and Alpha?"

"I have not yet released because you resist me."

Her hackles raised in fright. "M-Master, how do I resist? Tell me, so that I may correct myself and obey you."

"Your cervix." He stated, nudging up into her.

Her breath escaped her, and she slumped forward. Tears beaded in her eyes from the sting, and her breath held to help the ache subside.

"It resists me. It keeps me at bay from your most sacred place."

"F-Forgive me, Master," she began to breathe quickly. "I-I-I am trying to obey... P-Puh!"

He nudged again. "I was told that I may have any and every hole I desire," he growled. "That all was permitted; nothing forbidden. I suggest you permit me to what is rightfully mine. If you continue to forbid me, I will permit myself by force."

She breathed rapidly, her heart racing. A ringing came to her ears. Her body tingled, her head going light. Then, suddenly, she found it; a slight tensing. She coaxed it to loosen.

A yip escaped her, the bulge in her tummy nudging further up toward her belly-button. She was numb at first, but then a burning sting trickled down her walls. It started soft, but then began to snowball, until it turned into pleasure that began to concentrate upon her peeking clitoris, forcibly exposed by Master's bulb gorging her vulva.

She spasmed.

Then shivered.

Then shuddered.

Then convulsed.

With every heartbeat an orgasm hit.

Once permitted into her chamber, Master began blessing it with his offering. With each eruption that blasted the smooth, taught walls of her temple, the force lifted her, and her petals tugged around his knot, gently stinging.

Beta went limp as she hard Master's yips of pleasure. Then, her hands gripped, her toes curled, her teeth bit down. She seethed, helplessly watching as Master offered himself to her superior; to the superior hole.

Hers, so inferior, he decided it wasn't worth existing.

Even when he was finished, his volley tapering to a meager trickle, the Collie continued to writhe, as if in seizure. He reached behind, and retrieved the patch. While she was lost in her pleasures, he placed it upon her tummy, just below her navel.

Her pleasure began to subside, replaced by a tingling; a familiar tingling. Panic overtook her, and she opened her eyes. She let out a yip, as her Master abruptly departed his knot from her. She reached down between her legs.

And felt only soft, downy fur between them.

"M-M-Master," she stammered. "You've sealed me into chastity?"

"Only temporarily," he told her, ushering her to stand. "To ensure what I have given you remains safe and secure inside your womb."

She held her tummy. Deep inside, she was full. Her belly was swollen with his seed. She took a few steps, and nearly stumbled as it pleasantly sloshed within her, shifting her weight.

"Have you...?" Her question trailed.

He noticed her gazing at Beta. "That offering is pure," he reassured her. "By the time you have absorbed it into your body, her heat will have subsided; you will both be free of your chastity.

"Now..." He turned to the other girls. "My Alpha, present to me your bitches."

"At once, Master," she huffed, regaining her strength. Despite her wonderful burden that tried to distract her and pitch her off-kilter, she retrieved the riding crop and snapped it against her palm. "Are you all deaf? When Master utters the words present, you are to present; for every time my heart beats and you are not all presenting, a dozen paddlings each!"

A chorus of whimpers and barks erupted as her subordinates scrambled to get down on hands and knees, and lift their tails, offering their hinds.

"Master, they are ready for your judgment."

He rose from the chair. His pride stood strongly, despite having just emptied his fresh brew into his Alpha. He slowly paced over to them, and stood near the Collie.

One of her subordinates was the new Omega. As she had been forced to do, the new Omega would be sent out to find a Master. As hers did, the new Master might choose to rotate them through the ranks another turn.

He began to walk, pausing to gaze at each presenting bitch.

The first was a Basset Hound. Her drooping ears laid flat upon the ground. He gazed at her hind, and took a step forward.

She yelped as the crop rapped her rump. "Your tailhole is too dirty for his liking," she growled. "You will clean the others' with your tongue thrice a day until you learn to keep yours immaculate."

The next was the Doberman. She swayed, having only just woken from the floor by the nudging of her panicked sisters.

In the silence, they heard his footsteps as he continued on.

She let out barely a grunt as the crop cracked upon her.

"Your vulva is like dried mud. Master prefers them supple and pink; we will make yours so, or I make you chaste and not bother with you again."

Master paused at the Corgi, next.

Her rump was soft and fluffy, broad and white. Nestled within were her pink lips, blushing. From her peeking clitoris, kept exposed from a stud, draped a thin chain a few inches long. At the end of the chain was a little bell.

She moaned when her plush mound was swiftly taken, her arousal copiously spurting out. She was so sopping wet that he had easily pushed his length, twice as long as her channel, into her womb.

"She's a gushy bitch," he remarked.

"I am sorry, Master. I will discipline her; teach her to moderate her arousal, explain to her how using only the minimum necessary moisture allows a slight friction that is more pleasurable to you. Do you wish me to punish her now?" She poised the crop.

"No, I will warm my iron," he stated.

The Corgi whimpered, feeling his Masterhood begin to take on a gentle heat.

"It will dry her enough, and she will see by example how pleasurable the bit of drag is as it becomes more and more apparent to her."

He began thrusting, loud squelches sloppily smacking from her smooch.

With each one, there was an excited, rapid jingling.