Shorter this time. I've been feeling depressed, and my concentration has been shot to hell. As a result, it took an unbelievable 6 sittings to write this tiny piece.

More story development, more yiff. I mean, come on guys. Stories are nice, but most of you found this site while looking for something to paw to. And I'm sure it's at least part of the reason you're still here.

The story is good too, I think. But if you don't get aroused by the hotter parts, I've not done my job right (~,~)

On a technical note, the story was written in Vim. It's a bitch to get used to, but now that I can use it, it's the best editor I've ever used. It's not for the light-hearted though.

I'm feeling a smidgen better now. Installment seven has already a rough plot outline, and you can expect it shortly.

~I hope you enjoy~

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Flare & Ember

Installment 6

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22 - Rape- err... Nap Time

It was two days after the party. Things were finally normal. At least, things were as normal as they could get when Lei was in charge.

Lei was sitting on his hind at the table, enjoying a relaxing breakfast with his new son, Flare, and Ember, now truly his pet. While Ember rested in between her master's legs, giving a 'personal massage', he and Flare were chatting and eating meat strips, leftovers from the party. It wasn't often that jerky that good came his way, so he had saved it for when he wasn't so tired of meat.

Flare took a nice bite of one of his strips, and shifted the conversation over to his upcoming surgery. "I've been thinking...

"About my operation. I... know it's expensive, but isn't there a way to get enough money for the 'premium version'? I don't want to be in any pain whatsoever, just because of her choice."

Lei replied with a bright, short life story. "If we had the money, then yes. But we don't have the money. That's how my life works. I have a nice cave, paid for by my cousin. I have a small stipend, paid by my cousin. Very small, covers meals out in emergencies. After that, no money is left.

"I'm really lucky I met you guys. You can say I saved your lives, or whatever. I don't think so. I basically broke you both, and in return? You saved me. My life has been pretty null 'til now. Sex, drugs, alcohol, crazy parties... I think that little party was the best I've ever had. For one thing, nothing actually got broken. For another, everyone had a good time. That's saying more than any of the others."

"I didn't know you ever used drugs...?"

"Yeah. It wasn't that big of a problem in itself, but combined with the alcohol, and the wrong crowd I used to mix with, it was a factor." Lei rested his chin on his paw gloomily. "I still can't believe things just changed like this. I didn't use anything enough to still crave them, except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"I still crave sex!" Lei said playfully. He gave Ember a little pat on her head.

She looked up at him, reverently. Since she couldn't speak without permission, she had gained a habit of communicating with squeaks and other inarticulate utterances. She squeaked now, with a smile that did her speaking for her.

"You hungry?"

She nodded fiercely.

"Well, I'm done. Here." As he spoke, he lowered his plate of scraps and placed it on the ground before her.

She may of may not have liked being fed on leftovers of leftovers; one couldn't tell by looking at her. She hungrily began to lick the plate clean.

Flare brought his over, too. "Here's mine, too. I'm full." To be honest, he would have liked that last untouched piece for himself. But he knew Ember would appreciate it more than he could.

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That noon, Flare was messing about with an ink set, making crude drawings on parchment. His paws were stained black, and there were little pawprints around his paper, as he circled it, looking for places to add to his 'masterpiece'.

Lei was in the bedroom taking a short nap with Ember. He was curled up peacefully, hugging his pet tight, as if he'd actually done something like have a simple, sex-free nap like this with a girl more than twice before.

He heard Flare's voice, and woke to see his son just inside his door, a trail of pawmarks behind him. "Flare! Don't trail ink like that. If you're going to draw, make sure you have a bowl of clean water near you before you dip."

"Oh. Sorry? Miles is here to see you."

"What? Why?" Lei got up, holding Ember's tiny body for comfort. He was getting a teensy bit dependent on all this holding and petting and massaging. Not that she wasn't.

He made for the Main Room, rubbing a yawning Ember on the shoulders. These last two days after the party had been heaven for her so far. Flare followed close behind.

"What is it?" Lei demanded. "I was napping."

Miles was not discouraged in the least by his brusque manner. He dealt with rude people every day while he went about collecting unpaid debts. "Oh. I understand. 'Napping'. Sorry I disturbed you."

Lei got a tic in his brow. His dreams had been pleasant, and he didn't like dealing with insolence. Not after just waking up. "Is this important? I really hope so. I could always use some Pika meat."

Miles had recieved this sort of threat from Lei before, which of course had not been fulfilled, and so he was not so afraid as he had been before. He scratched behind an ear. "It is slightly important."

"Not extremely important?"

"No. It is not terribly important."

"Fuck. That does it." Lei dropped Ember down on her feet. "Get some rope. And a toy. Your choice, pet."

Now Miles was afraid. "Yes! It is very important! It is so important, I absoulutely had to interrupt your se- err... wake you up!"

"Oh? Do tell." Lei crossed his arms.

Ember returned, placing the rope and a large, pink vibrator at her master's feet.

Lei picked up the rope. I'm inclined to not actually do this to you. It depends.

"On what does it depend?" Miles backed a step. He didn't bother trying to run. He had always been a smooth talker, but he couldn't run fast, grapple strong, or even bite well, due to his sheltered life. He hadn't even hunted for himself. Not even once. If Lei wanted to rape him, that pretty much was the proverbial that. He might as well be a cub. "Would there be anything I could do for you which would change your mind?"

"Just tell me what's so important. If I think it's important, you go free. If I don't, it's raep-time."

"Ahm... Inky wants to talk to you about her new play. She wants to know if you know anyone who can act. Vino has got a serious fever, and may not live through it. ...Do I get raped? Is that important enough?"

It was. Lei had picked up his pet and was out the door, Flare and Miles in tow, almost as soon as the sentence was finished.

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23 - At Inky's

Lei stood at the door, waiting for an answer. He had arrived with his foxies, Miles having split away to resume his day's work. Lei had done the usual routine, and was waiting for the password prompt. Instead of calling for help, though, Inky opened right up. "Come on in!" she said, with a welcoming smile on her face. She was expertly holding her candle in one paw. It was clear she spent her whole life down there.

"What? Aren't you trying to keep this place a secret?"

"Yup! But I know you already. I have a peep hole, ya'know! Come on in."

"Oh..."

As she pushed aside the creaky, bare bookshelf, Lei's eyes began to adjust to the gloomy, muggy atmosphere. And as they adjusted, they rested on Inky, illuminated only by the single small flame on her candle. He marveled at her sleek form, and those large, chocolate eyes that were so used to reading in the dark. As they treaded earthwards, he began to wonder...

After a quiet descent, they had reached the lobby. The cool darkness was strangely calming. After even a short walk in the summer heat, this place was inviting and restful.

Inky hustled in to her study alone and came back promptly with a stack of parchments. "These papers hold a secret." she said. "Now. Lei- do you know why I asked you here?"

"I have some idea. Miles tells me you need someone to play Vino."

"That's right. Do you know anyone?"

Yes. Lei did. "Right here," he said, tapping his chest.

"You? Don't make me laugh. That's ridiculous. D'you actually think you can act?"

Lei nodded.

"Okay, then- try it! Be the great detective."

"What? Now, you mean? I'm the greatest there ever was. I don't need to give any demonstration of my abilities. My name should be enough. Evildoers everywhere fear my deductive prowess. Or do I need to introduce you to my blade?"

Inky sighed. "Well, that's better than nothing, I guess. You sound just perfect, but I worry that memorizing the whole goddamn thing will be harder. Do you think you could possibly remember this whole script in one night?" She handed him the small stack of parchments. "We open tomorrow. Tomorrow morning. This will be a complete disaster, I know it."

"No problem. Just relax. The Great Detective, himself, will personally assist you in this most vexing of matters," Lei said with a courtly bow.

Inky chuckled. "Well, Maybe I shouldn't worry. You actually seem pretty good. Are you an actor?"

"No, I'm just that good at not sucking," Lei replied. "And I've been to all your plays six times over, at least. I've seen the first seventeen times and counting."

He mused, as he glanced over the script. It really did seem to him that things were going a little too well for a child molester.

Eventually he gave his verdict on the manuscript. "This is gonna be a piece of cake. I can do it."

"Disaster." She spoke lightheartedly, almost exitedly, trying to convince herself that Lei wasn't the answer to her prayers. She was usually a pessimist. Generally speaking, her low expectations allowed her to enjoy a resounding success even more.

"Nope!" Lei replied with a smirk.

"Total disaster."

"Not gonna happen."

"Are you sure you want to get involved in my problem?"

You shouldn't worry so much, like I said, piece of cake. And it's only just after noon, now anyways." He looked down at Ember. "You don't mind keeping me company for the night, do you?"

She didn't seem to mind at all, judging by that look of hers. Not that she actually had a choice.

Flare got a chance to speak now. He had wanted to before, but he didn't really know what to say, or who to say it to, even. "So, um, Inky? Are we going to get paid? This sounds awesome for Lei, but I'm saving up for something."

"Really? What?"

"It's a secret."

"Well, call it what you want." She thought for a bit. "Look. If the first showing isn't actually a complete mess I'll see. It's going to be so fucked up at this rate, that I'll lose more than a little profit on the ones following. Those reviewers get pretty nasty. So I'm not promising much."

"Oh."

Lei resumed. "I can have this all in my head by tomorrow. Like I said, this is no big deal for me. I'll just get some upfern, and things will be fine."

"Oh, you use upfern? That's Vino's secret, too. I actually have some of his, so you won't attract the wrong kind of attention gathering some yourself. Here."

She led the trio into her study, and produced a box from the top of her chest of drawers. Looking around, Lei saw piles of books and crumpled up papers everywhere. He hadn't truly noticed before, but Inky really kept this place messy. It suddenly hit him, how cute this little Vee was. He never thought before about her this way, but he felt his heart flutter as he looked at her, and her room. She was truly a girl after his own heart, the way she organized.

Inky handed him the box. For a brief moment, he was a little taken aback. It had only been about one or two moments, but he was so deep in in his dreams that he had forgotten he was still here in person. He took the box, deep brown and dusty-musty, and opened it. Jack... Pot! A week's supply of upfern. Inky was loaded for such a small, seemingly innocuous thing.

And definitely, definitely, a girl after his own heart.

"How much do you want for it?" he asked.

"If it helps this thing come off, it's free. If it doesn't, it'll just come out of your pay."

"Well, then, I guess I better get moving?" Lei was reluctant to leave. He really wanted to get to know Inky better. He wanted her as a good friend, and he wanted to just talk for a while. Inky, of course, was eager to get him home so he could get the script memorized.

"Go on, get a move on!" she urged. "The sooner you get going, the sooner I can breath easily again."

"Mind if I study here instead?" Lei blushed deeply. "I could use the company."

She smiled. "Ok, then. Just tell your pets to be quiet."

Flare made a small correction, pointing to his sister. "I'm not a pet. She is."

This drew Inky's attention back to that 'secret' of his. Now that she had had a little time to look her new actor over and stop panicking over her upcoming nightmare, she was at last open to gossip. "Come on, tell me. What's your secret? What are you saving up for? Some toy designed for 'personal use only', right?"

Flare's face turned red under his fur.

He wasn't going to admit what he was getting himself, so most unfortunately for him, Lei dedided he'd do him the favor of blazoning forth the truth on his behalf.

"The submissive little boi wants his age set." Lei said, in between "No's" and "Stop's".

Lei looked around the room, and changed the subject. "Is there any place here I can lounge?"

Padding across the room to the far wall, Inky showed him a small fort of sorts she had made with old books. There was a scrap parchment floor, and low walls of tattered books to provide a cozy, boxed-in feeling. "I sleep here. I don't really have a bed down here, so... Anyways, help yourself."

"And she made a fort. Lovely~" Lei thought appreciatively. To most people, a box fort would seem silly, childish, possibly even downright obnoxious. 'Forts are for children,' they might have said. Lei couldn't bring himself to agree with such thought. Maybe, he never actually grew up?

He stepped in, enjoying the heady must and soothing candlelight, and casually kicked back, resting his feet on the fort's outer wall. He stood the script up on his chest, and flipped the cover, resting his eyes on the first line of her pawwritten script.

Inky placed the box on the fort wall for him, angling and opening it so the contents were in his easy reach.

Ember was really worried. Every adult she had ever known had told her not to use drugs, and her master was just about to do exactly that. He had said he had done it before, but she was concerned. She said so with a squeak and raised brows.

"What is it my pet? You want in, too?"

She shook her head sadly.

"Ok, then. You may speak. What?"

Letting out a sigh of relief, she put her fears into words. "I don't want you to use that. I'm worried. I- I don't want you to get hurt."

He gave her a look. "Em, you're a pet, What you want and what you get are two very different things."

Then, more soothingly, he said, "Don't be afraid for me. I've been using broad leaf fern almost all my life, it's okay. It won't hurt me, I promise. And I'm not going to use it until tonight, when I get sleepy, anyways." Then a dark light shone from his eyes as he got an idea. "In fact, you're going to use it, too!"

She knew her chance to speak was over, but she had to say something to this. She just couldn't let her master kill her. Wasn't that his end of the bargain? She was his pet, so he had responsibilities, too. She was a part of him, an extension of his body. He was supposed to keep her safe.

Her tiny heart pounded fearfully. In her distress, she didn't even speak apologetically, let alone remain silent. "No!"

Lei was in a great mood, and he understood her misgivings completely. He didn't want to punish her. He was only glad his pet still had a will of her own. But... he would not take no for an answer. He would be gentle about it, but when the discussion came to a finish, Ember would be sky-high.

Inky was feeling a little playful, however. This was, after all, her night off. She got her ink paw all cramped up, and got her face all smudged up with ink, and then this crisis with a missing lead actor. But Lei had come, and even brought a pet, transforming her lonely day. He was even staying here for a sleepover!

And now she had a plan on how to discipline this disobedient thing, maybe even relieve some of her stress.

Lei got his word in first, though. "It's really okay," he said placidly. "You'll enjoy it. It's sometimes called 'upfern' because it makes you peppy. Don't you want to be peppy?"

She was pacified a little by his voice, but that didn't do anything to change her decision.

She replied no again, silently, slowly and uneasily.

Lei rested his paw on her shoulder in an effort to reassure her, and he was about to try some convincing words, when Inky cut in.

Inky didn't like his method of handling this. She might have looked like a 'square', but despite her bookishness, she got bored easily. And she was bored now. She waited for a chance to speak, and as soon as it came, she took it.

"Well, pet?" she said. "If you won't take the ferns, you can take a sedative instead." She went over to her drawer, opened it, and shuffled though its jumbled contents. One by one, she found what she wanted and placed the retrieved object on top, next to her variously toppled knick-knacks. All in all, she had produced three things: a small, sanded wooden clip, a tiny bullet vibe, and, horrifingly, a pill.

Em looked up at her master, pleading for help. She slunk low with relief when she saw a stern, protective look in Master's eyes.

Inky noticed this, too; it had, after all, been directed at her. "I won't hurt her! I'm just a little horny, and I thought with a little hypno in her, she might have a good time."

When Ember looked back at Master, her shoulders tensed up again, tighter than ever. He was wearing an amused "Go ahead," smile.

"Do as you're told," he instructed.

And she couldn't do anything about it.

This was the first order she received which she wanted nothing to do with. Even the punishments were enjoyable on some level. But this... What was Master thinking?

Flare snuck up and whispered in her ear, "I think I better go hide in a corner now... Enjoy yourself~"

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24 - Inky's Idea of Fun

Inky nipped the nape of her toy's neck, and brought her over away from Lei and Flare, so as to give him some little quiet and peace to study. Flare was messing about shifting books around. She ignored him. She had more important things to worry about than the possible destruction of her irreplacable worts. she squeezed Em by the cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Ember struggled, twisting her head from side to side, and she could feel her pupils dilate as she tasted the terribly bitter, chalky pill, as it was popped into her mouth.

She wouldn't swallow this thing. Her mouth could be forced open, but actually swallowing was up to her. And she wouldn't.

She was dead wrong.

Inky clamped her mouth shut with one paw, and covered her wet nose with the other.

Unable to breathe, Ember struggle with renewed strength. She wouln't... She couldn't!

"Master! Tell me! What should I do? I don't like this... I can't do this!" she pleaded to her inner self, praying for a miracle.

Her miracle was granted. As she struggled, she heard a voice in her head. She was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen, but she could clearly hear Master's voice soothing her. "Don't worry. I'll never let you get hurt. Isn't that my end of the bargain? I promised, didn't I?"

It may have only been an imaginary Master, but it was enough. She swallowed obediently, habit forcing her to automatically smile afterwards, in between gasps for air.

She opened her eyes, and saw Master looking over Inky's shoulder, right in front of her.

"Good girl." And he went back to the 'fort'.

Inky spoke. "It will take about fifteen minutes before you feel it. Why don't you lie down and relax. And do you have any questions? I don't mind if you speak. That's Lei's fetish."

As a matter of fact, she did have a question. She'd been aching to ask it ever since she saw that little pill. "What's gonna happen to me?"

"Oh, you'll love it!"

Em wasn't too sure of that.

"You'll get really calm and relaxed. I'm not into other girls, but since the party, I regretted not playing with you. So, you'll get sleepy, and really, really submissive, and I'll be able to get these strange cravings for you out of my system."

"Oh." She didn't have much else to say. Her question had been answered. But there was one other thing...

"Why didn't you want me to serve you at the party? I would have liked to..."

Inky thought for a moment. "I don't really like sex with other girls, I guess." She wasn't sure that was the truth, though. If she hated it so much, why did she want to try it so badly? She didn't feel any crush or anything, so why was she so worried about her orientation? Maybe, she figured, it was just that she didn't want to 'risk it'.

As the two waited for the medicine to take effect, she continued to sort this thing out. She had seen all the males enjoying themselves, and she figured it was because their genders paired properly with their toy. But looking at Lei, who just flipped another page, she began to wonder. He was always so carefree, it seemed. She knew that he mated with Flare before, he had even told her so at the party, about how they met. He didn't seem to mind what others thought. Why should she?

As for Ember, she was really nervous. She had been chloroformed before, of course, but chloroform was legal. And so was the local anesthetic, though it had been used quite creatively. These others were illegal for a reason. At the five minute mark, she felt nothing relaxing, and it only served to worry her further. Now she was worried that she was given the wrong thing. Her parents had always told her to never store medicine outside the original container, and to always check the symbols on the pouch before she took it.

At seven minutes, she began to feel a little less stressed. She felt her muscles relax, and she rested her head on the ground in an effort to help the thing along. After all, Master did say she would enjoy it, right? And this was nice and calming...

She yawned, and put her chin up on her paws, nuzzling them contentedly.

Inky saw this, and waited just a few more minutes before making her move.

Ember was on the verge of sleep, when she felt a paw or two turn her over. She accepted this new pose nihilistically. Why bother doing anything? So what? Her legs were being spread, but it was okay. She was aware that whatever flipped her- Inky! Yes, she remembered now. It was Inky. She was aware that Inky was having a good look at her little hole, but it was okay. She liked Inky. Inky wouldn't hurt her.

After she had flipped the now fully docile vulpix over, she was able to fully glimpse another girl's spread vagina for the first time in her entire life. Up 'til now, she had purposely avoided this view, avoided it at all costs. She had given in to this strange craving, and she was now right next to the most personal place on any girl's body. She ran her ink-stained index digit along it's rim, going just inside this child's labia majora, violating not only the girl's right to privacy, long since forfeited, but the biggest law of sex and age. She explored all of her own favorite places on this other. She felt her own twitch at the thought of it.

She enjoyed the feeling of this, this strange feeling of running her paw around and in another girls toy. She had mated before, of course. But with males. She liked the feeling of a penis inside her, but she didn't have one, and so she couldn't relate to it. She ran her hand around this vagina...

A coo escaped her partner.

She smiled. She ran her hand around this vagina, and she wasn't the one to feel the pleasure. She was fingering her partner, giving the pleasure out of charity. She felt herself twitch again, and she realized how needy she was herself.

She reached a paw down to her slit, and was not surprised to catch a drip.

"Enough of this softcore tame stuff. That's not what pets are for."

And as sad as it was, it was true. Pets may have been frowned upon. But they were legal for a reason... Adult pets at least. There had to be someone willing to please by doing things free people would never consent to. Sex was considered a sacred and basic need, which could rightfully be fulfilled at the expense of others. Right next to meat.

Inky thrust her paw into her partner's entrance, just barely fitting. She spread her digits, then jerked it suddenly back out. Ember's legs jumped at the sudden pleasure, and she squealed loudly. She gathered the initiative to lift her head up, and she dazedly looked into her molester's eyes.

Just as she had managed to do so, another quick spear, and an instant, equally quick retreat caused her head to jerk back. It narrowly missed the edge of a hard cover book, escaping a bump and a bruise. Her hips bucked instinctively, like an aftershock effect.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Ember didn't know what to say. Her vision was pleasantly swirling about, but she could still recognize assault when she saw it. This hurt her! She didn't like it, and she wanted it to stop. She really did not know what she was supposed to say. She took a chance and told the truth.

"No... Please, stop." Her voice trailed off into a fearful squeak towards the end. She hoped that was the answer.

Inky lovingly leaned close to her face, and gave her a gentle kiss. She wanted to torture this girl, and she wanted her to truly enjoy it. That was the whole point of the relaxant. "Oh... I'm sorry I hurt you. Would you like another pill?"

This was an easy one to answer. "Yes, please."

A few moments later, and a second tablet was placed in her paw, which she passively popped and swallowed of her own free will.

"You weren't under enough," Inky explained. She really wanted to mate with someone who had no free will, and barely any desires, so she didn't much mind waiting for the next layer of effects. As long as she was attended to.

While we wait, finger me. Keep me from coming, though. That's for later.

Em nodded, and as Inky snuggled up, she began to push her digits in, rubbing her walls dreamily, keeping her thumb busy with her clit.

After an age of sweet, gentle strokes, she continued doing the same pattern over and over, and when Inky looked over to see the reason, she saw her eyes. They had lost focus, and were staring blankly into empty space.

Finally.

Inky got up. Her thighs were almost squeezing together with need. She could never in her life remember being so desperate. She took the wood clip - powered by a thick metal spring - which she had laid aside, and she pulled back the skin and fur from around Em's kit-sized clit. She clipped the pin directly onto it, nearly grabbing herself and pawing furiously at the sight of the gator teeth biting into her little nub.

She could masturbate anytime she wanted, she told herself. Right now, she had to get her partner set up. Em's hips were rocking smoothly back and forth, and the new smile on her face showed how much she loved this pain.

Could she speak? Was she aware? "Em?" Inky queried.

"Mmmmmmmmmhh?" came the euphoric response.

"Do you want more torture? It vibrates~"

"Mmm-hmmmm!" she assented. She wanted to be taken. She wanted to cum. She wanted to be forced to cum in the most horrific way possible.

Inky had a bowl full of rubber bands on her desk, convieniently within easy reach. She grabbed a nice, thick one, and grabbed the bullet vibe, and snapped the vibe onto the clit clamp with it. The weight caused the whole contraption to sag under the weight, and it bobbed a few times before resting, digging deeply into her tender, naked skin.

Em whined, and bucked her hips again, and was delighted at the terrible pleasure.

When Inky turned the contraption on, it's victim nearly fainted.

Inky leaned in, and was delighted to see the occurrence of the girl's first orgasm of the session be betrayed by the rhythmic squeezing of her hole. It seemed that even her little clitoris tried fruitlessly to bob against the device that was forced upon her.

Inky couldn't take it anymore. It was time to couple. This was her dream: she had a huge stamina for multiple orgasms; her record for one session was eight. She was going to break that record by tonight. But just to make sure she didn't give in to hypersensitivity and quit, she had to ask something personal and intimate from a friend. "Lei, could you please tie me up a certain way?"

Lei looked up. He was so absorbed in his reading, and so used to this stuff, that he had forgotten there was sex in this room. "Which way would that be?"

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Lei was holding the rope he had gotten from her bottom drawer. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" He asked. Her idea didn't sound fun at all to him.

She nodded. She was too desperate too explain any further. "Please hurry!"

Lei shrugged his shoulders. He waited while Inky mounted herself on the clip, shoving the little vibrator deep inside, and he struggled to ignore his coming erection as he did his task.

Inky was on now top of Em, breast to breast, connected by their vibrating, makeshift toy. It was tormenting them both. Ember's eyes were squinted nearly shut, and her pain, and pleasure, were increased by Inky's movement, as she humped up and down on her friend's plastic and wood 'member'.

Soon, Inky didn't have much free choice herself, though, as Lei began to tie the rope around them, tightly combining the two into one solid mass of sex. He wrapped the rope under his pet, gently lifting the two up, and brought it around Inky's back, and once around again.

Once they were tied, moaning away, he had a problem with his own desires...

Em vaguely felt the paw loft her into the sky, and she felt a rough, scratchy rope dig into her back. Her face was then forced so close to her partner's, she could see into her beautiful eyes, and that cute nose.

Her tummy was squeezed tight in an embrace she never wanted to leave, and her clit was on fire! She couldn't stop that pain! It didn't feel good any more. It wasn't bearable... Her legs were numb, she could barely breathe, and it still continued. She had never been in this much pain before, ever.

She wished she could remain in this state for the rest of her life.

Inky was just about to reach her first. She pushed down, rubbing her clit on the now soaking wet fur of her mate.

Just as she came, she forced their muzzles together and pushed her tongue inside Em's mouth and swirled it around. She tasted the little one's saliva, mixing the two together into a lover's brew.

She felt hypersenstiivity start to take hold, as it came to a finish. Eight... Eight to go! At least eight...

---

After he had tied them up, he stepped back to let them suffer. He had to get back to work now. It was after lunch, he had to have the whole peformance committed to memory in time to rest up fully before tomorrow morning. But now he had a problem concentrating. He looked down at it.

He grasped his member gingerly, and gave it a stroke. "Ah, well. The sooner I do this, the sooner I can concentrate again."

Then something hit him. He didn't notice Flare anwhere. He had been reading the play earlier, so of course he wasn't anywhere to be seen then. And of course it was normal to not see him when tying up two hot girls. But where was he?

Then he saw a newly constructed fort right next to his own. Used books are awesome.

He peered inside. "Flare?" He knew he should be treating the vulpix more like a son, but he couldn't help his desires. Masturbating wasn't as fun as long as he had a real live cub that might be willing to lend a paw.

He should've known, though. Flare was as horny as he was.

He was lying on his back, idly smoothing his paw over his red flesh, gazing drowsily at a small bubble of precum which had formed on the tip.

He was embarrassed when he noticed that Lei had discovered him stroking himself, but embarrassment was superseded by delight when he saw Lei's own outside its sheath. "Would you like to?"

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25 - Sorry, The Author Doesn't Like Overly Generic Male on Male!

Yeah, I cut the Yiff because this part was pretty generic. Please use your imagiations. Sowwy~

Six Hours Later

By dinnertime, Inky couldn't even speak intelligibly. She was done. Finished. She needed help. "Helmph..."

Her hip muscles were so sore. They had been humping, thrusting, bouncing... all against her will. She couldn't stop moving them. Her vagina was actually stinging. She hoped to goodness she didn't get cut inside there.

Lei looked up again. He was nearly through the script for the third time. "Yes?" he asked sarcastically.

Inky let loose an exhausted, exhasperated groan.

"Do you need help?" he continued, mocking her in her predicament.

She couldn't respond at all.

Lei approached her from behind, and crouched down to get a closeup of the girls' mopped, foamy fur and puffy flesh. He lapped his tongue over their cream, slurping up their honey. There was almost enough to drink.

Once it had been more or less cleaned off, he began to untie the rope, dragging the procedure out, lengthening their mutual pain.

At long last, he began slowly, very slowly, to undo the last, tightest knot. He had done it up well for this very reason. It took him about half a minute to get it out of the tough hemp.

Inky slid off of her mate and remained deathly still on the ground, breathing softly and pleasantly. That was the best time of her life. She didn't ever want to to anything that crazy ever again, but now she could tell herself that she had had ten in one session.

Lei wasn't concerned with her, though. He was only worried about Ember. He first did a quick check to make sure her vagina was okay, and a cursory glance was all it took to see that everything was just fine. He didn't want to look at it anymore than he had to, he knew it would just torment him. He knew she needed her rest. With no more than a sigh, he patted her a couple times, pecked her tenderly on the nose, and went to the script. He was getting a little tired. Time to start using the ferns.

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Em was tuckered out, but she had found utopia. Inky might have had her limit, but Ember was drugged. Her pain was numbed, the pleasure pouring was through every blood vessel - fur follicle, driving her mad. She had lost awareness of everthing that was not pure sexual stimulation. Her eyes were open, yet she had not seen Masters face. She was breathing steadily, but she couldn't feel the caring touch of his paw. Although she was enjoying it, such a state could not be envied.

The role of a pet - all she was good for was to allow others play out their sick fantasies, using her body to gratify their own desires. When she chose this path, she knew what she knew what she was getting into, and presently, she was liking it. She was loving it.

But this time, she got lucky. She might get transferred to a new master somehow, someday. Someone who wasn't like Lei. Someone who liked to hurt her. She had a lot of trust in Master. She had to trust him. If she, or Master himself, for that matter, knew how much a well-trained underage would go for, on the black market, she would be a lot more worried.