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Two weeks had passed since Sharven and Pavlor had moved into the larger house; no longer on a side street, they were located inside a double-gated community. The new house had two floors above ground and an open basement, giving plenty of space to divide the rooms between personal and private spaces. The basement, with the four pillar holding up the house's foundation, was now the play room. Small partitions to keep separate the areas where the two would be found fucking most weekends.

A special courier had arrived mid week with a very uniquely sealed envelope. It had a rubbery wax-like seal along the seams with an intricate twisting Celtic-style knot. The method of delivery and the message itself was more traditional, which Sharven had to explain after the courier left. Inside was a request from Ambassador Hreath for a visit; the language was extremely humbling and polite. It read:

To my esteemed friend Sharven, and my esteemed friend Pavlor,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits, and my greatest admiration for your honor and deeds leave me humbled and in reverence of your courage. You have both shown immense selflessness beyond the call of any Rakeshan, and to this, I fear I may never be able to express my sincerest gratitude for the actions and risks you have both taken.

I, therefore, would request that I be able to impose upon you this weekend with a visit from myself and several mutual friends. As my schedule and duties are very much outside my control, I am taking this opportunity to respectfully inform you of the time I have. I would find it a great honor and privilege to be invited into your home, with the your permission. Should you find this acceptable, then please respond with your signatures below. Should you agree to my visit, I would also humbly request that you make no frustrations upon yourself to host, and to please accept my offering to handle all requirements for food, drink and entertainment.

Awaiting your reply,

Hreath Andoria Xilith

Both had signed in the indicated spot, sending the rubber-uniformed orca to return the letter.

That Friday, Pavlor was taken into the city to purchase a new suit for the evening. Not that he didn't already have several specialized suits, but the chance to go shopping for a new one was something he would not object to. He picked out a rather intricate leather suit for the occasion. It was a 'hidden' suit, meaning that the more intricate and useful accessories would be almost invisible unless exposed. The entire suit was in six parts, boots, gloves, hood and body. The boots were similar to thick biker boots, the treads along the bottom pattered for maximum grip upon the ground, with the logo of the manufacturer at the heel. The boots went nearly to his knees with white laces alternating between an "X" pattern and "=", making it look like a simplistic algebraic equation gone wrong.

The gloves were similar, covering his hands entirely and all the way up to, but not over, his elbow. White laces along the back from his wrist mirrored the pattern made with the laces on his boots. Hidden in the boots around the ankles and gloves around the wrists were metal D rings, four each, hidden under straps of leather.

The hood was made of a thin, supple leather, smooth on the outside and made to contour his face perfectly. The laces went from just above the center of his eyes to the back, again the white laces contrasting to the black leather with the same pattern as elsewhere. Flaps could be lowered over the eyes, and the collar had the same metal rings as the gloves, also hidden under straps. The leather about his ears was made of a much less pliable material, though allowed him to swivel his ears without much resistance.

The body suit extend down and over the boots and gloves halfway. His tail hung out the back, ringed with a small sheath of leather about an inch long, which also served as the release point so that Pavlor's rump could be exposed. The Velcro-like lining keeping each section over his ass would not release unless the sheath about his tail was opened with a little catch along the top. His balls and sheath were triply encased inside the suit's front. The first layer was made of one large hole with an elastic grip, holding the root of his genitals firmly. The second layer was similar to the first, but this had a separator strap and a very short, quarter inch sheath that pushed his own sheath upwards, and clung around the root of his scrotum, keeping it pointed down. The third covering was padded, to help give him that look of being slightly larger than he really was, pointed upwards and dully outlining his details.

Finally, the suit had technology inside it that would allow it to work with most other items, such as The Frame that was in their basement, or some special remote controls that would tickle and vibrate the more personal areas of the wearer. Sharven seemed to want to keep the remote control for himself, and hid it away from Pavlor.

Sharven's new suit wasn't quite so intricate, and was in fact very plain. It was a full suit, made of rubber with a pattern of holes to show off the muscles along the orcan body. They were designed to hug around the base of each muscle, including the slightly tones section of his abdominal muscles (Sharven had gone to working out while Pavlor was away, to help ease some of his frustrations and emotional distress, and never quite gave it up.) The effect was to also help highlight the white portions of his skin as well, which just happened to start up Pavlor's engine, so to speak.

With the house in order and both sitting in their suits, the first of the serving crew had arrived. A large, bright purple truck rolled up outside their house. From it emerged three uniformed orcas and two lizards dressed in what could best be described as bow ties and black and white suits. The orca's brought in food already prepared and began setting up tables in the back yard. The lizards went about setting up a drink bar and a small stand which appeared to have some stereo equipment and speakers.

One of the lizards kept looking over at Pavlor and smiling, to which the canine responded with an uncharacteristic amount of shyness. Pavlor was looking out the back window when black arms moved around his sides from behind. "Something you like?" Sharven asked as his lips found the canine's leather covered ear.

Pavlor giggled and pulled away reflexively as his ear was tickled. He didn't answer, but smiled at the window and caught the eyes of the orca behind him in the light reflection on the glass.

"He is rather handsome, if you like lizards, that is." Sharven prodded teasingly.

"Well, yes, but he's nothing like you," came the sly response.

"If you are up for it after, I wouldn't mind watching that lizard on top of you, if you aren't worn out by the end of the evening. I just saw the other attendants bringing in a few more treats that they stashed in the basement room."

"Oh?" Pavlor's attempt at feigned disinterest didn't quite work entirely.

Sharven merely nibbled a little more upon the canine's ear, and as cliche as a knock on the door is at such a time, it did occur. Sharven sighed a bit, then turned and walked into the entry room. Pavlor could hear the door open, and the thickly-accented voice of Hreath came booming through the house, "Sharven! My dear friend, such a pleasure! Where is your partner?"

Pavlor pushed away from the gaze of the lizard in the back yard, who was teasingly rubbing his groin in the direction of the now empty window. Stepping into the entry room, Pavlor could feel the boisterous greeting hit him like a strong gust of wind. He found himself set upon by the larger orca, and squeezed tightly enough to almost make his back pop. Pavlor returned the hug, though it didn't last too long, and the horse that always accompanied the ambassador was next, giving a hug as well, but silent as always. There was a strange, spicy scent on the horse, and it caught Pavlor's nostrils quite by surprise. For a second he wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but the more he inhaled, the more he found it rather pleasing.

"Shall we adjourn to your back yard? I am quite famished, as we have not had anything to eat since a very small breakfast this morning," Hreath said, rubbing his slight paunch a bit.

"Oh, please," Sharven said, leading the way out of the back doorway and into the expanse of the yard.

The pool had been turned on, and one of the orca attendants was finishing up skimming the leaves and debris off the top. The pool now had a slightly disturbed ripple to it, causing the reflection of the area around to dance and traipse about the surface. Pavlor was behind the horse, and his eyes kept looking down at the intricate braid of his tail, which hung out a suit made of purple leather and yellow stripes, which matched the rubber suit Hreath was wearing.

Hreath walked over to the food table, remarking, "The rest of the guests should be arriving within the half hour, but I wanted to get here before everyone else." He grabbed a plate and put a small amount of salad onto it, followed by a glop of something resembling mashed potatoes. "We have some bad news about apprehending some of the fugitives. A few of them got away, including their leader. We think they are hiding somewhere in the Great Range, and we have people on that." He added a bit of meat on his plate, something similar to a hot dog. "The good news is, we have found homes for all those we rescued from the factory, and there was a message from a fox for you, Pavlor."

"Me?" Pavlor was a bit taken aback, not sure what Hreath meant.

"Well, yes. You helped him just a while ago, saved him, as he says. He wanted to tell you he found himself a good home, and he will be sending you a message soon, once he settles in."

Pavlor was a little confused at this, but then remembered the sheepish fox he had met and tried to comfort in the dungeons. Pavlor could not see how he saved the fox, though he did feel a tinge of warmth inside his body from the message.

Hreath continued, now with a good amount of food on his plate. Sharven, Hreath's horse (whom he could not remember what his name was,) and Pavlor began filling their plates up. "We are trying to get some legislation passed as well, to increase the penalties for abuse of our charges, plus to grant more rights. It is seeing a good deal of opposition, but we are moving ever closer to equality.

"Lastly," he continued, "I was hoping when you two were going to have your first child?"

Pavlor stopped chewing and looked a little surprised. It had been a long time since he and Sharven had discussed children at all, let alone when they would have them. He already knew the whole process behind it, the two week span with the surrogate, the exhaustion, and the resulting life thereafter.

Luckily, Pavlor didn't need to say anything, as Sharven jumped in to answer. "I was thinking next year, once Pav has resettled back in, and we've put this whole thing behind us. Summer, was when I was thinking."

A year off didn't seem so bad. Then again, he wasn't sure how he was going to be as a parent, ignoring the little niggling questions he still had about the process, how things worked, and what would happen after. His thoughts didn't get much further when an arm came around his shoulders. He looked up, and Sharven was closer, holding him firmly. "We will get to it when we can."

Hreath smiled. His curiosity was sated, it seemed, and the conversation shifted over to things inconsequential. During the next half hour, several guests were arriving, all suited up in some manner or another, including Vish and his horse, Kendel. Pavlor instantly gravitated over to Kendel, giving him a large hug, which was returned with near crushing force.

"Hey puppy," the horse exclaimed with a smile. "Haven't seen you in a while. We need to get together soon, I wrote a few more programs you might be interested in."

"Oh?" Pavlor responded quizzically, his interested aroused.

The horse grinned wide, "We can talk later, I have to go mingle a bit."

"No you don't," Vish said from behind Pavlor. "Why don't you two go down stairs and have some fun? I'll be down in a short while for some time with the our host, as will the whole party, I suspect."

Pavlor didn't turn around as the black and white hand rubbed his shoulder affectionately. He started feeling warm inside the leathery hood he was wearing that was attached to the suit.

"To the playroom, then," nickered Kendel in one of his few equine vocalizations. His hand grabbed the canine's and they walked into the house and down the stairs to the basement. The frame that Pavlor had purchased was down there, along with a few thin mattresses on the ground, a table filled with with lubricants, some Spazer treats, and towels (both wet and dry.) Kendel picked up a treat along with a full bottle of the thicker lubricant, and ushered Pavlor over to a bench-like table. "Up puppy. I have a feeling you're going to get yourself lots of attention tonight."

Pavlor got himself up onto the bench, and Kendel took his arms and legs, securing them in a comfortable position on his hands and knees. The horse lifted up the flap over Pavlor's rump, securing it so as to leave his tender opening visible. "Been wanting to do this myself for a while, to welcome back the hero."

Pavlor had never thought of himself a hero by any stretch of the imagination, he just did what he felt was right and needed to be done. It wasn't as if he was thinking about himself; in fact, he wasn't considering his own needs at all when he had made the choice to help.

He looked forward at a mirror positioned in front of him, showing him a bit of what the horse was doing. Kendel was preparing himself to slide up into the canine's ass, stroking himself and applying a good amount of lubricant to his large erection. The horse's body moved closer, and the slime upon his prick helped to slide that shaft right up into Pavlor without much resistance. It was a snug fit, and the stretching made Pavlor groan out and tug at the restraints keeping him still. "Easy puppy," came the horse's voice, just as if he were training another horse. A firm hand petted Pavlor's side as the foot and some-odd inches slid in until the horse met canine ass.

Leaning over and holding onto the canine, he held still for a short while. Pavlor couid feel the throb of the shaft inside him, the pressure as the intruder tensed up and shifted around; each of these thing eliciting a moan or slight growl. They both stayed that way for a while, each feeling the other.

Several minutes later, the sound of boots came from the stairs, and two more guests arrived in the playroom. They were talking in hushed tones and Pavlor could not make out what they were saying. He looked into the mirror to see two orca's there, neither of which he knew. One of them moved closer and took up a position infront of Pavlor, showing off his prehensile shaft. Pavlor opened his mouth and looked up, seeing the orca from this submissive angle. The shaft found its way into his mouth, and the canine started sucking the slime off it.

A slightly gruff voice came from the other orca, along with a slap to the horse's rump which translated right into his cock and up into Pavlor, "Going to be there long, horse? I want some of that."

Kendel nickered in response and started thrusting his hips gently. His shaft pulling halfway out, then back in with a slow and deliberate action.

"There you go," came the orca's voice once more, "I want some sloppy seconds."

Pavlor was doing his best to pleasure the orca before him while his ears were pinned back to listen behind. Now that Kendel was stroking his ass, it was more difficult to concentrate on the orca's dick inside his mouth. Pavlor felt his head gripped on both sides by the thick fingers, and the control was taken from him. From both ends he was being stroked, tasting of orca and feeling the horse stretching him for the many that would be following.

A hand stroked his side, petting his leather-covered body. More steps from behind could be heard, but that was drowned out when the orca inside Pavlor's mouth suddenly started moaning. It was a surprise to hear it, and even more a surprise when the cum blasted the back of Pavlor's throat. He gagged a bit, and the force of it caused a small amount to shoot into his nasal cavity and drip out his nose. Unpleasant as that might be, Pavlor was not in a mood to complain as he tasted the thick and musky fluid now collecting on his tongue. He held it until the orca pulled free, then gulped hard. His mouth wasn't free for very long, and another orca was there to fill him up. The warmth that was spreading through his throat and stomach from the cum made Pavlor feel at home, as odd a thing as that was. He was back home, back with Sharven, back under his care and protection, and being given one of the best treatments he had had in a while.

While lost in thought, he barely felt Kendel tensing up, but was snapped back to reality when the thickness of the horse cock started pumped semen into him. Kendel was pushed up, hips against ass and nickering in great delight. There was a massive amount of jizz pouring inside the canine, locked deep inside by the flare. With a heaving pant, Kendel pulled out, letting a flow of cum drool and spurt out Pavlor's ass.

The gruff orca was there in less than a second, mouth down and slurping the thick strings of cum that drooled out. Pavlor felt his ass spread by the thick fingers of the orca, and the wide tongue cleaning the back-flow from him. It did not last, and soon that orca was now plunging balls-deep into the canine. The penetration caused a lewd squishing sound as he displaced more cum.

Pavlor began to loose track of who or what was inside him, though he could feel the different shapes easily. His was lost in the need to become the quintessential cum-dumpster for the party, and was eager to make sure not a single guest went unserviced. He did notice when Hreath and his pet were screwing him, Hreath had taken Pavlor's rear, while his horse-companion was taking Pavlor's muzzle. The horse wasn't trying to go for depth, and was instead forcing Pavlor to suck and chew on his flare while he masturbated, and Hreath was fully covering the canine's body while he gave short, powerful thrusts up inside. Both came simultaneously, and Pavlorw was absolutely coated inside and out of his muzzle with more horse cum. He was not able to open his eyes until the cum was cleared from them, and even after he kept his eyes closed.

There was a bucket under Pavlor's dick, which had not gotten a single bit of attention the whole time. The fluid dripping from him was collecting inside the small bucket, which by the end of the 'ordeal' was filled with nearly two cups of precum.

The sound of Sharven's voice tickled Pavlor's ears, "Puppy, puppy, open your eyes." He did so, and saw Sharven before him with the bucket. "This is all from you, dripping." Sharven took the bucket and drank from it, tipping the entire contents into his mouth and quaffing it. Pavlor's tail, still tied up, attempted to wag furiously as he watched. The entire bucket was drained, even watching as the last stringy drops fell from the edge in to Sharven's mouth.

Sharven shifted his position, reaching under the bench and gripping Pavlor's knotted erection. A low, squealing whine came from the puppy as electric pleasure shot through his groin. Sharven whispered into his pet's ear, "Make more for Master."

A low, pained howl ensued, and all Sharven needed to do was grip tight the knot and tug downwards repeatedly. Pavlor clenched his eyes shut tightly as he exploded, the watery cum spraying into the bucket. He was being milked like a cow the way Sharven was gripping and tugging his knotted shaft. Nearly seven minutes of it, pumping out stream after stream of cum. Pavlor collapsed long before his orgasm ended, whimpering happily.

Again Sharven took the collected semen and showed everyone in the room just what he wanted. Tipping it again, he swallowed every bit of it, drinking heavily. Pavlor was barely able to look up when the familiar orca cock slid into his ass. The party and ensuing gang-use of his pet drained all of Sharven's stamina. In a few, heated thrusts, he began to fill his puppy with his own cum. Sounds of encouragement from some filled the room, egging the orca to fill Pavlor more and more.

END