Hewlett\'s Taskings

Story by AtomicCoon on SoFurry

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#2 of Fayer House


_I finally finished another story! Despite the fact that it took me almost six months to finish this (initial save is dated Sept. 17, 06 D: )

A couple of small yiffs combined with breath-control, a little blood and whatnot. Also includes an a$$-load of character intros (three is a lot of primary or second-tier players in my book.)

All characters are © me. Sorry if I happen to mimic one of yours. Happy fapping (I hope.)_


It was early. 8 AM, according to the silently ticking clock on a far wall. Too early in the day to be waking up, most furs would say. But then again, Ivana Martina Hewlett wasn't about to be classified as 'most furs.' The female bat was lucky enough to switch from a nocturnal clock to one that was friendlier to her clientele. Her form writhed silently under the protection of the covers, trying to hide herself from the morning light that was managing to fight its way through her blinds.

She thought to herself how she managed to wake up before her alarm clock did the task it was designed. She was kindly reminded of what the task was as she sniffed at the air. She took in a deep lungful, giving a content murr as the smell of a fresh pot of Kona coffee started to fill the air. She instantly became glad she ditched her old alarm system in favor for a new coffee machine, her body already starting to thirst for its caffeine fix.

"But first, you need to get your ass out of this bed, hun," she said to herself, giving a soft sigh. Her entire form was hiding under the comforter for her bed, it being a long while before her head popped from underneath the covering. She looked around the bedroom for what seemed like an eternity, gazing over its contents. The clock on the far wall reminding her just how late it was for her to be getting out of the sack. Sitting just below it, encased in a simple brown frame, was her doctorate degree, and for the most part would be her key to any major hospital within a hundred miles of her place. But she felt that her talents would be more useful in the small town she had taken residence near. Every now and then, her bank account was reminding her of what seemed like a foolish mistake. But she didn't care, cause she loved what she was doing.

She also would love to get some coffee into her system to help wake her up. It was her day off, but she always kept the same rising and falling schedule regardless. She gave a regretful grumble before she slipped out of her bed, giving a light wince when her bare footpads touched to cold wooden floor. She shifted her feet forward a couple of inches before she pushed forward, now walking on the strip of carpeting she laid to prevent her previous incident from happen. She stumbled forward slowly, her right paw reaching out to grasp the thin framed glasses she kept on a end table near the door. Figuring it would be easier to put them on instead of her contacts. If it wasn't for the fact that the promise of a decent day laid ahead of her, she would have stayed in bed.

After a few moments, she had managed her way into the kitchen, leaning herself against the counter holding the sink. After giving her small wings the obligatory flick to keep the blood flowing within them, she looked down to her nude form, using one of her index claws to poke at her erect nipples gently. 'My, you guys waste little time in getting up,' she thought to herself, reaching to her right to grasp a ceramic mug sitting on the drying rack. She huffed as she planted it onto the counter next to the coffee maker, grabbing the carafe just as the last drop escaped from the filter. She slowly poured about half of a cup, placing the container back into place. She slowly lifted her cup, taking a deep breath of the wondrous scent and hoping it tasted half as good.

Just then, she heard a firm knocking on the front door of her condo. She grumbled loudly, figuring that whoever it was could wait long enough for her to get a sip of her drink. She started to take another attempt when the knocking was planted harder against the door. "Ivaaaaannnnaaaaaa.... I know you're there, Sonar."

That voice and the comment it made at the end was enough to make her put her cup down, pulling her dark blue headfur from in front of her face. She walked quietly towards the door, looking out through the peephole. On the other side of the door was a female husky, trying to look back in through the same hole. Ivana just shook her head, giving a gentle chuckle before she opened the door. "Cynthia, what have I told you about calling me that when others can hear you?"

The husky chuckled softly from the question, leaning forward to place an innocent lick against Ivana's nose. "I think it's cute. And you can't claim that I'm wrong about it. Besides, it's 8AM, so I highly doubt anyone is still around to hear me." Cynthia smiled warmly before she pointed towards the room with her nose. "Think I can come in?"

"Oh sorry," Ivana stumbled out, stepping out of the way of the canine. "Please come on in." The bat showed an inviting smile as the husky came in, then quickly spotting a plastic bag in her paw. Ivana closed the door and locked it before she turned to face her friend again. "Hey, what you got there? I hope its something related to food."

"Good guess, hun," the husky chuckled out, placing the bag onto the granite countertop. "I made some pancakes and sausage before I came over. You still have some fruit left over, right?"

"Yeah, I think I have a little salad left." Ivana turned and headed for the fridge, leaning down to get a closer look into it. She gave an accomplished squeak when she found a small bowl towards the back. She snatched it and opened the lid, sniffing lightly at the small mix of fruit chunks. "Yeah, it smells safe," she said to herself, her ears perking to attention when she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled.

Ivana stood upright again, closing the fridge with her foot as she turned towards the source of the sound. She immediately gave a loud murr of pleasure, seeing that the husky was in the process of tossing her clothing towards the living room. It was an unspoken rule that anyone visiting her place had to be in his or her underwear. And most just figured it would be easier to go all the way and be nude, since Ivana was most of the time. She eyed the husky's form quickly, enjoying the sight in front of her.

Cynthia seemed a bit under-toned for a husky, but she certainly kept herself under control. Strong legs carried her short frame well, having grown lean from years of running. Her midsection was flat, but not ripped. Her breasts were a solid B-cup, firm to the touch though softened by her fur. And her whole form was covered in a soft black, with a streaking of gray that started under her muzzle and traveled down her front to end on her inner thighs. Unusual coloring, Ivana always though to herself.

Ivana gave a soft murr of content, a confused look soon forming on her face when she heard a sharp snapping noise through the air. She looked back up to the Cynthia's amber eyes, seeing that her head was tilting towards her left shoulder.

"Hey, my eyes are up here, Sonar." Cynthia smiled warmly, giving a giggle when one formed on the face of the bat as well. She then moved into the small kitchenette with Ivana, leaning lightly against a countertop. "That's better. Now, how about you get that fruit so we can eat and chat, hmm?"

"We will, Pup," Ivana said, tossing the fruit container onto the counter. Her voice then quickly went from cheerful to dark in a matter of moments. "But you proceeded to perform the Cardinal Sin."

"Enlighten me."

Ivana gave a rather convincing growl towards the husky, moving forward hastily to pin the canine between her and the counter. Cynthia gulped lightly, knowing on a first hand basis just what Ivana was capable of. And having her cranky just made it even worse. She looked around frantically for a moment before looking to her right side. That's when she got a bright idea. She reached to her right and grasped onto the coffee mug, holding it between their forms like some kind of a piece offering.

Ivana stopped, looking down to see her mug held up towards her. She slowly took the mug away from the husky, letting the warmth and the aroma bring her back to her senses. She started to take a sip again but stopped short, her eyes and ears slowly sweeping the condo, as if waiting to see if anyone else wanted to interrupt her moment. Satisfied that she could proceed, she easily drank the entire half-cup, a slight chill running up her spine from the sudden injection of warmth. She took a moment to recover before smiling widely, looking towards Cynthia.

"You cut that one close, Cyn," Ivana chuckled out, moving over towards the coffee pot again. "You want a cup?"

Cynthia was still leaning on the counter top, giving a silent sigh of relief. "No thanks, hun. You know what caffeine does to me."

"I know. I was the one on the receiving end of your hyperactivity," Ivana said, having a flashback to that night the two couldn't keep their paws off each other. She snapped back to reality when she felt a paw clutch firmly onto her rear. She looked over her shoulder to see the husky, a rather playful glint in her eyes.

Ivana smiled softly before she shook her head. "No, Cynthia. You know I don't play around before noon."

"Never stopped you before, Sonar," Cynthia cooed out, her free paw moving up to scritch underneath Ivana's muzzle. The bat gave a soft murr from the contact before she used her shoulder to push the canine off of her.

"Easy, girl. Now lets eat something before it gets cold."


It was about 9:15AM as Crux started to make his rounds among the slave quarters. It was his turn again, mainly cause he couldn't get his mate out of the bed early enough. "She's such a heavy sleeper, it amazes me" he thought to himself before he came to the junction point. To his left would lead him to the males, and his right would head towards the females of the 'harem.' This was his mate's idea, he remembered. Just cause they're all there for one reason, doesn't mean they shouldn't some have privacy. Or have the guys being unnecessarily assaulted by pheromones come the ladies 'time of the month.'

He gave a shrug before he went left, quietly strolling towards an open space in the wall. He stopped short for a moment as he heard voices within the space, trying to see if he could recognize anyone past the wall. Not sure on whom was there, he just decided to round the corner, barking out loudly as soon as he did. "Morning, gents!"

This got everyone's attention, the dozen or so males in the room stopping what they were doing and looking towards the nude croc at the front of the room. "Morning, Master Crux," was the reply from the group. Not in unison, but everyone did say it. The croc gave a light nod back, quickly scanning the room to see if anyone was obviously missing. The room was in the process of being remodeled at the paws of the tenants: Drywall being applied against the walls, storage containers littered across the floor, and dressers in the corner awaiting to be stained. Crux took a moment to observe before he looked strangely towards one of the bunks.

The dozen or so bunks lining the walls were made of sturdy wood, except for the pair closet to the locker room style bathroom. Those were made of a heavy grade steel to handle the size and weight of the heftier of the male harem. Specifically, the stable of equines. The Shetland twins were on their bunk reading through random sports magazines, but the last bunk was empty. And since everyone knew the top bunk was never used on that set-up, Crux figured out who was missing.

The croc started to make his way towards the two bunks, a couple of males that were in the walking path moving themselves and whatever project each may have been working on. He stopped a couple of feet short of the bunk, looking around for a moment. "Alright, where's Lance?" Crux rumbled out, looking directly towards the other equines.

The stallion on the top bunk shrugged lightly, lowering his magazine enough to look Crux in the eyes. "No clue, sir. I think he made a mention about going to the girl's side to help with drywall or something."

"Yeah, Jimmie is right on that one, Master," the bottom bunk patron said, also peeking over the top of his mag. "You should find him with Vic and Cory."

Crux could only scoff, rolling his eyes slowly in his skull. "Riiigghht... If you two are lying, you know what may happen to you, correct?"

"Yes, Master Crux," they both chimed out, soft grins forming on each of their faces behind their respective magazines. Crux couldn't help but to chuckle again as he made his way back towards the door and around the corner. He knew that the twins were alike in more than appearance. They were both somewhat punishment sluts, wanting to see how far their bodies would let them take abusive behavior. And since both have been the only ones to come close to satisfying the dreaded Ms. Tian in a multiple on one situation, they had acquired the respect of most in the House. Including Theresa and Crux themselves.

It didn't take him long to make his way to the female quarters, knocking firmly on the wall before he made his way around the corner. A few feminine squeals were heard before the calm was restored, Crux quickly scanning the room to see that he had caught a couple of girls amist removing clothing. "Hello ladies," he spoke out, looking towards the back to see a pair of males. "And gentlemen."

"Hello Master," all chimed out, more in time and cheerful than the other side. This section was a lot more organized than the male's side, small veils draping over the bunks to provide a bit of privacy. The walls were panted an inviting shade of pink, aside from a few patches of white from where drywall was used to patch any weak spots. Scatter on the walls were posters of various male and female models, like the males side was. What were new were the small shelves next to each bunk that held whatever feminine products the girls insisted on having. Another one of Theresa's ideas, he had to remind himself. The bunks were teo-tall and made like on the male side, though the count totaled about fourteen. A few bunks at the end were built from steel as well, again to accommodate the heftier species of the harem.

Crux gave a nod to the girls before he looked towards the back of the room, spotting the males near the locker room. He looked at the lupine and the vulpine respectively for a moment before he barked out to them. "Victor! Cory! Where the hell is Lance?!"

The two males each yelped loudly, Cory dropping the hammer that he was using. The room went deafly quiet as soon as the hammer landed on the floor with a solid thud. Even the sound of the water running in the locker room was being cut off, a couple of dampened heads peering around the corner to see what was going on. Cory and Victor looked towards each other, then looked around the room. The lupine leaned backwards to peek into the locker room for a moment before shaking his head, standing back upright before looking towards Crux. "Uhh.. I don't have a clue?"

"You don't know?" Crux asked, growing impatient rather quickly as he stared down the pair. He lightly tapped his foot against the ground, his long claws gently scraping into the carpeting. He looked around the room, moving only his eyes as he saw that all the females were staring back at him. All but one. His gaze shifted towards the cheetah that was curled up on a top bunk, halfway down on the left flank, looking rather nervously into a magazine.

The croc smirked firmly before he stepped over towards the bunk, watching silently as the mare on the lower bunk poked firmly at the mattress above her. This got the cheetah's attention rather quickly, a blush forming on her cheeks as soon as she saw that Crux was standing right next to the bunk. "Hello, Ma.. Master Crux," she finally manages to stammer out, watching that smirk form on Crux's face.

"I think you know something, Misha. Mind letting me in on the little secret?" The croc tilted his head ever so slightly to the left side, trying to match the feline's apparently nervous gaze.

"But sir," Misha managed to squeak out. "The last time I told you something, I was tied down to a bunk in the male hall and left to their devices." She gulps quietly to herself, sensing that Crux was remembering the ordeal in rather vivid detail. Mainly because he was the first and the last male to mount her that rather long night. "What is to say you won't do something along the same lines again?"

Crux couldn't wipe the smile off of his face, mainly because he was reminiscing about the event in question. He shook off the thought for now before he looks back to Misha. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Or else, I might consider putting you through that again. What do you know, little one?"

Misha gulps again, seeming to look down to her lap. She felt a poking underneath her again, the mare below her looking up and giving a nod. The cheetah gave a rather loud huff before she looked up again, having to hold in a yelp when she noticed that Crux had moved to within a couple of inches of her. "Lance is currently with the feline troupe."

"The very same one that Mistress Theresa gathered to break-in Misha's little boy toy," said the mare on the lower bunk, a soft giggle escaping from her. She then quickly shifted to be fully underneath the bunk, just in time to dodge a swipe attack from Misha's magazine. "Hey, be honest with yourself, girl," the mare chuckled out. "At least half of us knew when he came in. And that many of us saw that dreamy look in your eye after you saw him. Admit it, you got a crush on him."

"I do not, Lizzy!" shouted out Misha, resolving to toss her magazine underneath her to hit the mare on the head. "Now will you just drop the subject already?" She huffs loudly before she looks back up, seeing that Crux had already yelled out something to the two males remodeling and was moving rather quickly out the door. "Oh great. I think I might have said a little bit too much..."


Crux already knew where his intended target was going to be, and he wasn't about to stand there and finish listening to the cheetah bicker with the lone mare of the harem. He had already turned his attention towards Victor and Cory, giving them both a rather hard look. "Jammie and Richard are on the hook for now. If Lance isn't up there, they're off the hook and you'll both be in the dog house. And I don't mean in a figurative manner."

Both the fox and the lupine's respective ears went flat against their heads before they nodded. "Yes, Master Crux," they huffed out before watching the croc turn and head out.

Victor gave a soft gulp before he turned to eye the fox. "Man, Lance's ass best be up there. I don't think I can handle the dog house again. Especially with a pretty bad rain coming up."

"Plus I'm pretty sure you're still sore from messing with Ms. Tian the other night," Cory chimed out, slightly regretting the comment as he watched as the lupine shuddered. "Hey.. sorry about that."

"Don't be. I just hope he is up there with the troupe."


Crux was out of the hallway that lead to the quarters, already rounding the corner to make his way up the staircase to the second floor. He was in just a small bit of a rage, although he knew a bit about Lance's mentality. The equine was a bit of a free-spirit before he and Theresa had broken him. But that seemed to only increase just how willing and carefree he was. He was a popular one among the male and female customers alike for being able to switch easily from a timid, be it willing submissive to a complete and utter brat. And with a couple of lessons from Theresa, himself and one of the members of the dominatrix trio, the equine was becoming a rather respectable dominant within the ranks of those wanting to experiment. And even with his heritage-given endowment, he knew how not to hurt anyone with it, no matter how large or small they were.

But all that would have to go the wayside for the moment, since Crux was standing outside of the door leading to where Theresa had planted the pesky little leopard from a couple nights ago. He was just about to open the door leading in when he felt a paw resting gently onto his left shoulder. "Hmmm," he thought aloud, "slightly abrasive, kinda cool, and somewhat small. Either someone needs pad lotion or its you, my dear."

A soft voice chuckled behind him before he looked, seeing a faint smile forming on his mate's snout. "I don't know if I should slap you against your head or your bum for that one, love," Theresa chuckled. " But may I ask just what you're doing about to peek in on my handiwork?"

"Well for one, I happen to have a runaway," Crux sad to Theresa, turning his form to brush her paw off his shoulder. He then steps forward, placing his paws onto the waist of the just as nude alligator. He gave her a soft grin before leaning in to place a kiss onto her lips. "Got word from some of the males that Lance ninja'd his way up here to get a free shot at the troupe."

"Again?" Theresa said after giving an agonizing huff. She shrugs it off before wrapping one of her arms around the back of the croc's neck. "Gods, its like that boy has the nose of a canine when it comes to sniffing out the girls in heat."

"In heat? Wait a second, Theresa. You put the new guy in a room. Alone. When one of the troupe was in heat?"

"No, I wouldn't dream it, love." Theresa chuckled gently before speaking a bit softer. "I put the new guy in a room. Alone. With all three members of the troupe in heat. Those girls have been working together enough that their cycles have almost synced up."

Cruxentine could only shoot a blank, rather distressed stare to his mate, watching her as she licked on her lips in an almost teasing manner. "Love?" he finally managed to stammer out, his eyes slowly blinking as he was stuck in his state of disbelief.

Theresa gave a deep rumble of a chuckle as she leaned forward, pressing her bare and nipple-less chest against Crux's. "Yes, my sweet?"

"That.." he started to say, before he let a light chuckle and a purely devious smirk form on his face. "That has to be one of the most devious things that has come out of you in a couple of months. I think we need to make sure we keep that as a possible punishment."

"Cause we both know for a fact that they each perform at their best when their systems demand sex?"

"Exactly why. Now, if you would excuse me," Crux said with a smile, leaning his snout down to place a soft kiss to her lips. "I need to extract a possible trouble maker." He gave a smirk before he gently shook his way out of the gator's grip and turned to the door he tried to open initially. He grasped onto the knob and went to turn it, only to find it locked. He snorted lightly, reaching above the doorframe to grab the picking tool. It took him a moment to align it within the mechanism but was quickly rewards with a click and the turn of the knob.

Crux opened the door quietly, but to its fully open position, his firm gaze planted onto his face as he looked around. The first thing that got his attention was the heavy scent of pheromones, sex and the resulting fluids, both fresh and stale. Mingled in within it all was the faint, metallic scent that Crux could only establish as blood. This caused one red flag to go up. And his gazing around the room caused a few more to follow.

Tucked into the corner near the storage cabinet for the various toys was a tigress, one of the members of the troupe. It appeared that her right shoulder had been firmly bitten into, along with several claw marks and lacerations on her waist and sides. Occupying her lap was the head of the panther, her chest laying against the floor. Crux could see that a flogger of some form was used on her back, as her fur was heavily matted down and welts were visible through whatever fur had shifted to expose flesh. Along with her rear being coated in what appeared to a mix of lubricant and sexual fluids. She also had a few claw and bite wounds, almost similar to the tiger.

Crux couldn't believe what he was seeing. Either the girls decided to play rough with each other along with the jag, or said jaguar managed to get the upper hand for a while. The former theory was almost disproved as he gazed to the left side of the room. There slouched against the wall was Inaris, his shoulders, neck, arms and torso covered in various injuries. Love bites, welts, claw marks, and actual cuts could be seen everywhere that wasn't specifically his crotch. Though the fluid residue that had dried into its fur down there showed that it was also a subject of abuse. It also appeared that around his wrists and ankles were cut strands of bondage rope, the ends dangling helplessly.

Crux looked to the jaguar lightly, almost trying to see if the feline was still coherent. He shook his head for the moment before he turns his attention to the bed. He finally spotted the target of his initial intentions sitting on the bed, receiving a rather eager blowjob from the last of the troupe. The lioness seemed to have caught the average of the damage dealt to the other three felines, fluids and blood tainting her cream fur. But it didn't seem to stop her energy as she bobbed her head along as much of Lance's length as she could. "Kristina, that's enough!" Crux finally barked out, his eyes squinting as he stared to the pony.

Lance could only whine softly, gently petting on the lioness' head as she pulled off of his length. He gave a soft huff before he turned his attentions to his Master, seeming undaunted by the evil stare down he just put himself in. He then peered over the croc's shoulder to see that Theresa was also there, a look of disbelief on her snout as she took in the carnage. "Hello Master Crux. Mistress Theresa. As you can see, Inaris was a bit of a handful for the girls last night."

"We can see that quite clearly, thank you very much," Crux growled out, nodding in a rather casual manner to the huge length protruding from the Clydesdale's lap. "So would you mind explaining to me why you're in here getting your rocks off in the middle of a training session?"

Lance blinked for a moment as he looks around. "This was a training session? Looks more like a heavy scenes aftermath to me." He gave a soft chuckle before his gaze went back to the lizards, the chuckle quickly fading to nothing. "Ok, jokes aside. You have to admit that kid is tougher than both of you are giving him credit. And the fact that Krissy here actually has the energy left to try ducking me off should be a indicator as well. The last time you trained someone and I sneaked up into the room, all th-" he had started to mention. He was abruptly cut off as he saw that both of their attentions had shifted to the stirring form of Inaris, the equine shutting up and turning to look as well.

Inaris was reaching between his legs from the front, and let out a labored grunt as he tugged on something. A moment later he tossed aside a canine shaped dildo, panting softly to himself. His attention turned back up towards Crux and Theresa, his gaze heavily glazed and a some sweat dripping out of his headfur. "Hehe... you're gonna need something a little better than them to keep me at bay. Though I'll admit, I've made up for a couple of sexless months in that night." He gave a soft murr, licking over his lips slowly.

Theresa was getting a little fed up already with Inaris' smart-ass comments, the gator pushing her way past Crux and moving to stand in front of the Inaris. She then knelt down into a crouch, looking him eye-to-eye now. "Really? Well maybe I should give you a go."

Inaris simply looked at her for a moment before he let a light smirk form on his face. "I'd love to give you a rather complete fucking. But see I'm kind of teetering on the edge of consciousness. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give up now." With that, he gave out one last huff, letting his form slump off to his right side as he passed out. Theresa didn't make the faintest effort to try and catch the feline, but instead turned her gaze to the bed. "Kristina, go ahead and finish up on Lance. Then go get cleaned up." Theresa took a moment to look at Inaris before she stood, moving over to Crux with her arms folded on her chest. "And love, call Ivana. Let her know we had ourselves a little extreme play between our troupe and the new boy."

Crux looked to his mate for a moment before he simply nodded. He knew that this wasn't one of the situations were he would have objected to an idea that she would propose. Since he was actually thinking half of the things that she mentioned. He flashed a hard look to Lance before he stepped backwards out of the room. He placed the picking tool back on its place before he made his way towards the nearest telephone.


Ivana giggled loudly as the innocent appearing husky had pushed her back onto the couch. The albino couldn't help but to look at the clock located near the kitchen. It was only 9:45 in the morning, had just finished eating breakfast, and she was getting wrilled up. Not like she truly minded on this particular day. Both she and Cynthia had the day off, even though Ivana had to keep her pager on just in case. Her thoughts were cut off once she saw that the husky was now straddling over her waist, both of the canine's paws against her own shoulders.

"You know, Sonar," Cynthia started out, moving one of her paws off the bat's shoulder to poke the tip of her nose. "I never did like the fact that you had your noseleaf removed. It kind of takes away from your personality."

Ivana gave a soft chuckle, pulling her head back just enough to make the digit slide from her nose. "You and my parents both. They never liked that I had the surgery, but I never did like that thing." Ivana gave a light grin before she snapped playfully at the finger. "But what are you objecting about it for?"

"Because deep down it makes you a little angry." Cynthia continued to hold the smirk on her face, her amber eyes seeming to glimmer in the still morning light. "And you know damn well that I like messing with your head."

"I already have a shrink, thank you very much."

"And yet you don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"Just what the hell you mean by that?"

Cynthia continued to hold that smirk on her face. She was starting to get the bat right where she wanted her. "Think about it. You've been in this town for, what, three years now?"

"Two and a half, my dear," Ivana corrected, lightly folding her arms across her chest. "And if I remember correctly, you've tried to hook me up with ten guys, six girls, two traditional and one male-based hermaphrodite, a trans-gendered, a she-male and you little brother."

Cynthia seemed a little drawn back on that last fur mentioned. "Oh? And just what makes my brother so special that he gets his own mention?"

"In all honesty," Ivana started, a mischievous grin of her own forming, "he's the only one who might have you beat in a pie eating contest." The bat couldn't help but to laugh at her own comment before she received a rather solid tap on her snout from Cynthia. "What?"

Cynthia was frowning now at Ivana, though they both knew that she was faking it. "Think he can beat me? I believe I need to disprove that." With that, the canine slipped off of the couch, going down onto her knees in front of her friend. Her paws reached forward slowly, slipping them between Ivana's knees and gently parting her legs open. The canine licked her lips eagerly before she started to move forward, her tongue hanging out and getting closer to contact.

At least until both of them jerked to attention from hearing a pager beep quietly over and over. Ivana looked towards her bedroom and gave a soft huff before she shook her head. "Nope. They can wait. If it's was really that important they would have called my--"

Just then, the main riff to Metallica's For Whom The Bell Tolls began to play, rather loudly, accompanied by a soft buzzing sound of the phone vibrating. "My cell phone," Ivana now had a chance to finish saying. "Dammit, this must be rather important for me to be getting a call on my direct line." She rubbed a paw gently between Cynthia's ears before she forced herself to her feet, moving quickly to pick up her phone before it stopped ringing. She didn't bother looking at the caller ID this time around. Instead, she just hitting the 'talk' button and calmly said, "Ivana Hewlett, Highview Home Medical's mobile medic and certified body pierce artist. How can I be of a service to you today?"

"Ivana, its Cruxentine. You busy?"

Ivana's heart sank as soon as she heard the voice, and she couldn't resist giving a audible huff into the phone. She shook her head gently towards the slightly antsy husky, watching the smile fade from her face. Ivana leaned her form against the door frame to her bedroom, speaking lightly. "Hey Crux. What you have for me this time? And please tell me it might be a breeze."

The croc on the other end of the line gave a nervous chuckle. Ivana already didn't like where this call was going. "I wish it was easy, babe," Crux tried to console. "But the new guy pulled a pretty big number last night?"

"Hmm. So Inaris did wake back up," Ivana muttered. Even when that pesky jaguar was knocked out, he was a bit of a pawful. She had almost missed twice with the piercing she placed on his sheath. And the tail took her a solid five minutes to get clean through. "What he do? Rip the neat little job I did in his tail?"

"If only it was that simple, Ivana. Theresa had the bright idea to train him by leaving him in a room with the troupe. With all three girls in heat."

"All three? Against one guy? That's suicide."

"I know. And all four of them have come out of it as bloody messes. Kristina is the only one who's actually awake, with Alexia and Tifa out like lights. And that bastard Inaris just passed out a few minutes ago."

Ivana couldn't help but to shake her head again, giving a look towards Cynthia whom obviously looked as if she was wondering what was going on. The bat raised a finger to signal to give her a moment. "Alright. So four felines down, three in heat, three incoherent. Anything appear to be broken?"

"Outside of a couple of good bondage ropes and the handle of a flogger. They all appear to be in one piece, Doc."

"Alright Crux, enough with the jokes." Ivana rolled her eyes now, pointing towards the phone before she traced a circle along the side of her head. Cynthia had to hold back a giggle from that, Ivana mouthing to her to hush. "Alright, here's what I want you to do. You still have the majority of the stuff in the immediate care kit I made you guys? Good. Use the cleaner and gauze to clean up any open wounds they all might have. Last thing we need is bodily fluids causing infections. Get them all into clean beds, away from the bunks. Since Kristina is coherent, she can go back."

"Ok, I think we can handle that," Crux said out before he yelled out some similar instructions to someone. "Ok. Anything else you can think of?"

"Yeah. I want a private moment with Inaris. Don't tie him down. I'll be there within the next sixty minutes." With that, she said her good-byes and hung up, tossing her cell phone onto the bed. "Great, so much for you getting to show you were better."

"Always next time, Ivana," Cynthia chuckled out, moving to her feet to walk over to the bat. The husky then wrapped her arms warmly around Ivana, placing a gentle lick to her cheek. "But duty calls, hmm?"

"Yes it does, sadly," Ivana said with a bit of regret as she pushed her frame up onto her snout. She looked to her bag next to the front door and her lab coat hanging on the coat rack. Good thing she took a shower last night. "Crux is going to be owing me huge on this one. Since I got the page from work, at least I'll be getting paid for this as well."


Forty-five minutes later Ivana had parked onto the vacant lot next to the house, giving a huff as she engaged the parking brake and turned off the ignition. "Just another day at the office," she mumbled to herself before climbing out of her car, grabbing the bag she had placed on the passenger seat. Once she stepped out of her car she straightened out the bottom of her labcoat, having again chosen not to wear anything beneath it. Which she didn't mind, seeing as her coat clung to her curves like a dress.

She kicked the door closed and turned towards the house, just in time to run into a rather sturdy mass of muscle. It was fur-covered muscle, which helped Ivana narrow down the collection of pets. And since she went nose first into a chest, that left one of three. She stumbled back about a foot, not even having to look upwards before she knew whom it was. "Hehe.. Could you be any harder to get by, Lance?"

"Well, I would be easier to dodge if you weren't spaced out half of the time." Lance couldn't help but to chuckle, reaching out a hand in order to help steady Ivana. Once she got her footing, again he gave a light smile, shoving a paw into a pocket of the jeans he put on. "Glad you could make it over. Crux is having nothing short of a sissy-fit over how badly every one got hurt in this little ordeal. He has explicit directions that you-"

"That I start with the girls?" Ivana butted in, looking up to the equine to spot his nod. "Alright, I can do that." She gave a light groan, running a paw through her headfur. She began idly twirling a strand with the end of a claw before she eyed the equine again. "You guys know that I don't get paid enough for all these house calls you put me through, right?"

"That's because we love you, Doc," Lance said slowly, trying his best to keep a straight face. He succeeded, for the most part, having to turn and make his way towards the house before he cracked a smile. "I'm sure Mistress Theresa would be more willing to put in a request for a raise before Master Crux would."

"I wish, Lance," Ivana blurted out, not even caring if her tone was less than hopeful. She moved quietly along the path behind Lance, idly flicking her wings the entire time. She then stepped in front of him when they got closer to the door, wanting to get any bit of a head start that she could. The bat reached out and opened the door, expecting to see a scene of chaos as soon as she stepped in. She had forgotten that it wasn't even noon yet, and that no one ever came in for services at this time. Thusly, she walked in to a rather quiet scene: A couple of the ladies moving about rather quickly carrying clean or dirty bedding, and a couple of rather bored males sitting on the steps.

The males seemed to be anticipating her arrival, and the vulpine of the two stood to greet her. "Morning, Ms. Hewlett."

"Hello Cory," Ivana smiled. She always preferred canines and vulpine, a kink of hers she never did understand. "What's the status of everyone involved?"

"Well, Kristina is currently on her bunk, patched up and well worn out thanks to a certain 'My Little Pony' reject."

"The fucks that suppose to mean?" Lance boomed out, seeming to startle Ivana for a moment.

"I'll explain that to you later," Cory said with a smirk before turning back to Ivana. "Everyone else is down in the dungeon. You'll find Tifa and Alexia in the second room on the left, since that room has two bed. Inaris is in the soft core bondage room, leashed onto the bed to keep him from trying to get out."

"Leashed down?" Ivana said, a bit puzzled in her tone and her look to Cory. "I thought I asked Crux not to tie him down."

"He didn't. You said don't tie him down. You never mentioned anything about leashing him." Cory gave a shrug before offering the bat a key. "You'll need this if you want to unlock the leash."

Ivana looked towards Cory, giving him a slight evil eye before she reached out and took the key from him. "I'll need some privacy. Chances are the girls will be able to walk when I'm done, so you'll see them coming up the hallway. As for Inaris, I'm going to leave him down there once I'm done. Tell Crux, and let him know he's going to owe me huge." She gave a slightly frustrated grumble to herself before looking back over her shoulder to Lance. "And you. What's the deal with knocking up an injured girl."

"It wasn't my idea," Lance tried to stammer out, waving his paws in front of his form in the traditional innocence gesture. "I walked in with no pants, and she pinned me to the bed and started sucking my cock."

"And you weren't about to say no to a free blowjob, huh?" Ivana watched as a blush formed on Lance's cheeks, reaching up to lightly flick her index finger against his snout. "I thought so," she said rather plainly before making her way to the dungeon, excusing herself past a couple of the pets.

She sniffed the air silently, and gave a light huff. She could smell the metallic tinge that was blood, along with the faint saline scent of juices and the unmistakable slap of pheromones. She rolled her eyes to herself, glad that she didn't have any form of male genitalia now, or ever. She walked down to the second room and stepped into it quietly, closing the door behind her. "Hello ladies," she said quietly, a force of habit she picked up from waking one too many sleepers during her residency.

"Hey Doc," Alexia managed to huff out, the tigress seeming a bit more coherent than Tifa was. Also, because the panther was a bit pre-occupied with trying to lick her own wounds. Ivana looked between the two of them quietly, leaning her form lightly against the door frame. "Yeah, that brat of a feline messed us up pretty nicely," Alexia murmured lightly, having become unsettled from the silence. "Where's Krissy?"

"She's back on her bunk, Alexia," Ivana said with a bit of annoyance. She now had a first hand chance to see the wounds and they were about as bad as she thought they would be. She pushes off of the wall and walks over to the bed the pair were currently sitting on, plopping her bag down onto the floor. "How you two feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a train, with the force mainly aimed at my crotch," Tifa grumbled out between licks. She coughs lightly to herself before she takes a hold of a rag she appears to have been using. "Question is why my cuts taste like an alcohol swab."

"That would be cause Crux can actually follow directions." Ivana didn't seem to react to the blatant shot she took at Crux, nor did she flinch at having the girls staring her down. "I instructed him to try and clean your wounds as best he could," she began to explain. "You both can tell you got bit and clawed pretty badly. Plus with the amount of bodily fluids being handed around, the last thing anyone needs is for you girls to get infected. Be it viral, bacterial, or some for of STD."

"Gods, Doc, don't get started on any of those things," Tifa said again, spitting lightly onto the rag to try and get the bad taste out of her mouth. "So how bad is Kristina?"

Ivana couldn't help but to tilt her head at that one. "You don't remember anything?"

The two felines looked to each other for a moment before giving a shrug. Alexia decided to speak out for the two of them, reaching a paw to brush some of her headfur out from in front her eyes. "Between the two of us, we can recollect everything leading up to when that brat managed to cut the bondage ropes. Everything after that is a bit of a lusty blur."

"That kid is fucking nuts," Tifa said, her flatness of her tone ever present in just that line. From what Ivana could gather, the panther was fairly pissed. And rightfully so, since she remember that Tifa took rather hefty pride in the condition of her fur. "I swear, if I get my paws on that brat again he won't be walking right. And not just because I'd fuck him senseless with the biggest strap-on we have."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Tifa," Alexia murred out, leaning her form backwards to gently nuzzle on Tifa's neck. "All three of us wanna break his legs."

Ivana more or less had heard enough at this point, raising up her right paw to snap her fingers. "I'm sorry ladies, but none of you are going to get a shot at revenge. Yet." She looks between the two of them before giving a sigh. "Both of you might have had your heads bumped. Chances are its nothing, but I'll be sending you two plus Kristina down to the hospital to get your heads checked out." She then looked more directly to Tifa, a slight frown forming. "And sadly, you're gonna need a stitch or two to close your wounds."

"One condition," Tifa said, a light scowl forming on her face. "You need to teach that little brat a thing or two about trying to tear us up like that. Krissy might be able to attest better than we can, but he showed something a little more primal and masochistic than what we normally see through here."

Ivana looked to Tifa quietly before she chuckles, using her foot to open her bag. She then reaches down into it, pulling out a sheathed, 8-inch long hunter's knife. Alexia gasped lightly to herself, and the sight only put a smirk on Tifa face. "Fear not," Ivana growled out lightly. "He got me here on my day off, right before potential sex. He'll wish he didn't do this."


"Ok, lets start from the beginning one more time," Inaris mumbled out, obvious frustrated and sounding somewhat sore. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, limited in movement by the leash on his collar. "Who are you, and why am I leashed to this bed?"

Cory couldn't help but let a chuckle slip from his throat, a smirk that only a fox or a demon could pull off soon forming on his face. He stood about three feet away from Inaris, his tail idly flicking about. "Alright. For the fifth time, my name is Cory Winters. And the reason you're leashed down is because you've been a bad, bad kitty."

"Quit the act, Mr. Coat. Ow!" His smart remark was rewarded with a soft poking onto one of his wounds, the vulpine holding a stick just out of Inaris' reach. "Could you please stop jabbing me? You might open one of those wounds again."

"But you didn't answer when the girls were telling you to stop. Why should I?"

"Oh don't start that high and mighty 'You're a dirty rapist' bit either, Cory." Inaris was still frustrated from the night's events. And it probably didn't help that he blacked out most of it. "I'm telling you. I remember being tied down, having a canine replica rammed into my ass with very little lube. Then the next thing I know I'm leaning against the wall having a convo with that alligator before passing out."

"Hm. Situational memory. How nice of you to have that at a time like this." Cory began to idly twirl the stick with a single paw, tossing it slightly into the air on the off occasion. "The Master and Mistress are not very happy with you at the moment. You single-handedly have taken out the troupe: our sexiest felines and our three big money makers for the house. Congrats on setting us back a least a week."

Inaris gave an idle shrug before he flicked his tail, the bell attached to the end of it jingling lightly. "Like I give a rat's ass."

"I heard that!" shouted a random voice from behind the door. "And it's not very nice!"

"Chill out, Vigo," Cory shouted back, shaking his head lightly. "Go figure that the one rat that roams the premises walks by as you say that."

"Yeah, yeah, like I give a flying fuck," Inaris said out, reaching a paw down to lightly scrape the stray droplet of blood from one of his foot claws. "Gods, I hope this blood is mine."

As if almost on cue the door slammed open, it causing both of the furs to jump. Cory had to spin around in the air to see who had barged in, dropping his stick in the process. It took them both a moment to realize who made such an entrance, Cory giving a chuckle before speaking. "Hey Doc. Think you could have been any louder?"

Ivana didn't answer at all. Instead, she simply tossed her supply bag to the foot of the bed Inaris was sitting on. Then in one swift, nearly silent motion she showed the knife she was hiding behind her back. Flicking her arm to toss the sheath off of the blade, she first pointed it towards Cory. "You. Out."

Cory gulped lightly, quickly leaning down to pick up his stick. "You're on your own, chump," he said to Inaris before quickly moving past the bat and closing the door behind him.

Inaris blinked a couple of times at the door before he looked back towards Ivana. Just as she had moved to the side of the bed and was pressing the face of the knife lightly against his muzzle. "Hey, calm down," he tried to say as calmly as he could. "You might poke my eye out with that thing, you know."

Ivana wasn't the slightly bit amused from the comment, lightly dragging the blade along his right cheek. "That is true, Kitten. And seeing as you have me here, on my day off, sending a couple of lovely girls to the hospital due to your antics, that might not be a bad idea."

"Look, it wasn't like they d-"

"Shut up," Ivana growled out, using her free paw to lightly slap the feline on his other cheek. "You're too cocky for your own good. You're too crazy as well, if you ask me. But I've been asked to patch you up." She gave a soft, devious chuckle to herself as she pulled the knife away. "Though to be honest, I wouldn't mind making a floor rug out of you."

"Yeah? Well I think you can go fuck yourself." Inaris gave a soft mew and a triumphant giggle to himself that. At least until he heard a soft grunt slip away from Ivana and saw the blade whiz past his head and impale itself into the headboard. Within a span of five seconds he could feel the leash being removed from his collar, his body being thrown onto the floor back first, and one of Ivana's footpaws firmly planting itself into his muzzle. "Mphm!!"

Ivana gave a firm smirk to him, curling her toes slightly to press her sharpened foot claws against Inaris' tongue and gums. "Now. What have I told you about that tone against me? If I was in the right mind, I would shred your mouth into so many pieces you'd never be able to speak properly again." She chuckles to herself, having seen that she put the feline right where she wanted, especially given the room. She reached up to a free hanging shackle, using it to support her weight and pull herself up.

With her right foot still planted firmly in his maw, she held herself up using her arms and let her left foot drift down to Inaris' crotch, touching every wound in sight as she went. She seemed a bit surprised to feel that his sheath was already hard as a rock, the bat looking back down to him silently. "Ah. So I see that you have a hidden foot fetish?"

Inaris shook his head lightly before he wondered to himself why he hasn't tried to escape yet, since his arms were still free. He quickly reached his paws up to Ivana's ankle, grasping it firmly and trying to pull out her foot. This was promptly meet with feeling the claws dig in even hard and a subtle kick to his orbs.

"I thought I also mentioned not to try anything funny. My my, you have a horrible little memory, Kitten." Ivana chuckles coyly as she continues to fiddle with Inaris' equipment with her foot. It didn't take her much longer to force his length out to full attention before she pulled both of her feet away. She dropped herself back down to the floor, then quickly knelt down and placed her claws firmly against his cock. She fiddles silently with the barbell she put through his sheath to press against his urethra, giving a smirk to herself. "Hmmm.. I think I should give you a Prince Albert, to be honest."

Inaris sat up with a bit of a start, staring down the bat quietly. He didn't want to risk any kind of sudden movements. Especially since that knife was still within her reach, despite his speed advantages. He gave a soft whimper to himself before he began. "Listen, Doc, I don't mean any kind of trouble."

"Tell that to the girls," Ivana snapped back before she stopped, smirking to herself for a moment. She then reaches up her arm, planting her forearm firmly against his chest to knock him onto his back again. She then chuckles to herself, reaching one of her paws down to undo the last two buttons on the base of her lab coat. She licks her lips softly as she slithers her form up Inaris', placing her sex to rub lightly along the feline's length.

Inaris was a bit off guard from being knocked onto his back again. His body wasn't used to this much rough handling over such a short amount of time. And it surely wasn't helping that something warm and slick had started to rub along his hyper-sensitive length. Or the fact that it was beginning to be surrounded by said warm and slick object, causing a pained moan to slip from his throat. It took him a minute to connect the dots, his head soon tilting upwards to see that Ivana had hilted herself along his length.

"Hehe... it took you long enough, Kitten," Ivana said with a smirk, holding her form as still as possible along him. She had a feeling that the moan that slipped from him showed that he had been well used. But was wondering just how sensitive he was at the time. She continued to smirk as she concentrated, making her sex begin to squeeze lightly on Inaris' length. "Mmmm... I bet you're one sore and drained little fucker, aren't you?"

Inaris wasn't able to answer back, given that he could already feel an orgasm coming on. "Too soon, too soon!" he thought, gripping one of his paws into the carpeting below him to try and distract himself. This was short lived as he felt his collar being grabbed and jerked, lifting his torso back up off the floor. He was now eye to eye with the bat on his cock, the look he was giving her asking his question for him.

"Why am I doing this?" Ivana asked for him, her tone rather soft. "Because you interrupted me as I was about to have some fun. And that's worse than an interruption before I get my caffeine. So that makes you a bad, bad Kitten." She smirked softly to herself before she moved in, locking Inaris into a hard kiss.

Inaris couldn't help but to whimper lightly from it, but then erfed loudly as he felt a very long tongue slip into his maw. And down into his throat, cutting off his ability to take in air. He instantly went into a panic, trying to push her form off of his form so he could breath. She was strong for her size, and deceivingly so, though it might have been his weakened state that was doing it.

All of the shuffling he was attempting caused his length to stir itself inside of Ivana, a soft moan of pleasure slipping from her as she continued to choke the feline in her grasp. One of her biggest kinks being asphyxiation, falling short of forcing those she was with to either do it to her or be a victim of it. And judging by how quickly Inaris was starting to fade, she again wasn't going to get her peak. But she didn't care, cause at the least she was getting rid of the frustration of him being dragged someplace she didn't exactly want to be.

Inaris could feel himself starting to fade, and could also getting the odd feeling of all of his senses hyping up in an effort to warn him. Sadly, it also sat on his crotch, and he wasn't able to hold in his climax. He groaned weakly into the kiss, grasping his paws firmly onto Ivana's hips. As he was shooting what little seed he swore his testes had, he could almost feel a vacuum forming in his throat. His eyes shot wide as he dug his claws into her waist as hard as he could, trying to do anything to break her concentration as she was literally sucking the air out of his lungs. Sadly, the lab coat she wore kept him from getting even to her flesh.

Ivana watched silently to the feline as he panicked, watching his fighting effort slowly dwindle down. She counted silently to herself until he went limp against her grasp on his collar. She then took in a breath through her nose, pushing it back into his form before she let him flop back down with his own weight. She shook her head softly as she silently wiped her lips on the half-sleeve of her coat.

"This is a shame, Inaris," she chuckled down to the lifeless body, reaching a pair of fingers to feel on the left side of his throat. Still breathing with a stable pulse. She still keeps her clean track record on force choking. She looked to him silently, even as she felt his length slipping out of her sex to release to small streak of their mixed juices onto his crotch. She huffed silently again, reaching a paw up to pull her headfur out of her face. "You shouldn't have any trouble out of him for a few hours, Theresa."

"Finally some good news," the crocodile grumbled out. "We already had to give a refund to all the customers that reserved the troupe over the next week."

"That's how long the stitches are going to be in for?"

"At least as long as the girls don't go licking on them. I might need to get Tifa one of this cones for her neck. She was licking on her wounds the entire ride to the hospital."

"Yeah, that's the biggy. Gotta keep Tifa from trying to clam them out as well. They're gonna itch like fleas come tomorrow." Ivana slowly pushed herself back up onto her feet, then turned to the headboard to pull her knife out of it. "How much do I owe you for this one?"

Theresa chuckles lightly to herself, kneeling down to pick up the sheath and toss it onto the bed next to the bat. "Don't worry about it. I've been needing a reason to replace that headboard with the new one in storage. That, and we needed a new headboard for the knife-play room."

Ivana chuckled quietly, picking up and sheathing the blade before she tossed it into her bag. "Guess it works out. If not, just put it on my bill." She looked back to Inaris one last time before she turned to Theresa now. "Can I use you showers? I need to get cleaned up. Again."

"Yeah. You know where they are, hun." Theresa gave a soft chuckle as she watched the bat make her way to the door. She almost felt sorry for the girl. She happened to know Ivana's situation personally, especially since Cynthia swung by on a somewhat regular basis. Theresa decided to reach out to grasp onto Ivana's shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

Ivana stopped mid-stride, tilting her head slightly to look to the croc. "What now?"

Theresa gave a soft chuckle before she smiled. "Two things. Firstly, what are we going to do with that mound of fur?"

Ivana gave a light chuckle, flicking her wings lightly for a moment out of a twitch. "I drugged him while I was choking him."

Theresa blinked slowly before she looked to the jaguar on the floor. "Hun, I still don't see how you're immune to the pain killers you use."

"Me neither," Ivana chuckled out. "He'll probably come around in an hour or four. If you really want to fuck with him, I'd probably tie him up in the starting room again."

Theresa couldn't help but to smile at that idea. "Mmm. I like it. Now... how much you need?"

"Do what?"

"Say the number, and it'll be in your account in an hour."

Ivana shook her head slightly, brushing the gator's paw off her shoulder. She didn't even turn back to look to her when she was halfway out the door. She stopped again, tossing her head back to get the hair from in front her eyes. "My tab plus 15%. You owe me that much, Theresa."

"Yeah I know, sweetie," Theresa said with a smile, but soon nodding to the door. "Now get downstairs. Everyone is awake and cleaned, so the hot water heater should have recovered by now."

"Thanks," Ivana mumbled out, making her way out the room and towards the stairs to the first floor. She then beamed a soft smile to herself. "Should cover me for a little bit," she thought to herself. "Will allow me to go on proper vacation. Which I'm gonna need before Tian gets hir paws on that brat."