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The last six months had passed uneventfully since buying the unruly mule, bringing the girl back to the renovated farm he kept on this corner of the country. It was a peaceful estate, tended by live-in maids and butlers, aches of farmland that went completely unused by the wolf. Further, it gave him a rather fitting place to store her while not being trained. Tying a mule in a stable just felt right for, perhaps, obvious reasons.

The uneventful few months was something of a boon for Gabriel -- the quicker the teenager could be trained the easier it would be to find a buyer. She wasn't exactly an in demand species. Price trends tended to ebb and flow, but some species never rode that tide. He didn't see a 'mule craze' anytime in the near future, so it was going to be an ever-increasing importance with getting her sold off well before the girl's seventeenth birthday.

As for the teenage mule herself, well her cleverness did pay off -- as Gabriel assumed it would. She broke quickly -- most domesticated breeds do-- and that natural mental dexterity was beginning to pay off in spades. Thick body warmed up remarkably quickly to the new sensation of being abused, and after a lengthy process of condition training it soon became a driving factor for her obedience. The carrot on a stick.

The wolf mused over that, tapping the pen thoughtfully against a sheet of paper at his large oaken desk. He hated paperwork. The importance of these political donations being the only thing getting him through the mind-numbing task. Between the taxes, bribes, and other assorted payoffs it felt like the majority of his profit ended up in someone else's paws. He could do the calculations to figure exactly what that percentage was, but always avoided it. That number could very likely lead to a deep depression.

Taking a small break the wolf leaned back in his leather-padded, throne-like chair, looking under the desk where the mule currently resided, noisily slurping at his wolf cock with abandon. She was a graceless young thing, the wolf remarked inwardly, watching her rub his canine cocktip against the freckles that dotted her chocolate-furred muzzle, smearing the salvia and precum into the soft coat.

The overly-loud ringing of the old-fashioned rotary phone broke him from that whorish sight, reaching down to give her ear a sharp, painful twist. "Quiet." The order was blunt, ignoring her whinnied cry of pain as he picked up the receiver.

"Mr. Antony?" The voice came through, the youthful voice sounding overly official.

"Speaking." The wolf replied, his tone not betraying the fact a muzzle was currently engulfing half his length, bobbing up-and-down in a well-practiced rhythm.

"Mr. Antony, my name is Robertson, I'm a congressional aide for Senator Grinward. The Senator was wondering if you could fly down here tomorrow."

"Hm," The wolf murmured thoughtfully, leaning forward to flip through his day planner. This was certainly an unusual request. His other paw almost offhandedly reaching down to grab the back of the mule's head, shoving her down fully against his length, until her nose was squished against the coarse pubic fur. "I believe so..." Still flipping through the daily pages, ostensibly ignoring the sensation of the girl's tight throat massaging his cock as she gagged. "Ah, yes, I am free. I can take the red-eye tonight and get there by morning."

"The Senator will be most pleased."

"This must be important for the Senator to call me on such short notice. I figured men of his standing would be booked for meetings weeks at a time." There was a curiosity in his tone, wanting to find out what this meeting was concerning before flying down there tonight, half-asleep. The interest was muted from his thoughts for a moment, beginning to climax hard down the mule's throat, her pitiful gagging muted, working very hard to obey the command of her owner. Well-trained, the girl swallowed the product of each heavy throb like a professional, the abuse-slut beginning to softly moan around his cock, reacting carnally to the rough treatment.

"Senator Grinward would rather that discussed in person. My apologies. Though I can assure you it is an important matter. We look forward to seeing you in the morning."

Hanging the receiver back on the cradle, thoughtful as he leaned back and clasped his digits together. Watching her -- though eyes unfocused in internal deliberation -- the girl begin to lap and suck gently at his still-firm cock, making sure to clean every inch of it for her Master, giving light kisses to the knot he spared her muzzle this time.

Being called to the capital was unusual. The slavery business was not really the most publically admired industry, even if the majority of the populous did benefit in one way or another from the practice. It was demonized by special interest groups, and the main reason it remained legal was for the money it brought in for all involved. The secondary reason was that, in truth, the majority of the country wanted it legal, even if they claimed otherwise in public.

It was also heavily regulated. Rules and regulations, all of which was wrapped tightly by endless red tape. Even the mule treating him to the most intimate tongue bath had a stack of paperwork simply proving she was, legally, a slave.

"Enough." Order was obeyed instantly, the slightly-chubby slave sitting back on her feet as she knelt in the cramped space under the desk. "Let's get you back to the stable. Hopefully the staff remembers to feed you while I'm gone."

With a whimper she crawled out from underneath the desk, turning around to lift her large round ass in the air as she licked her arousal from the oak paneled flooring, obediently cleaning up after herself. Straw-haired tail optimistically lifting, hoping the wolf would decide to use her fat-lipped cunt before leaving. But her Master was too busy finishing off a few pieces of paperwork to even notice or care.

***

The airports were, as always, uncomfortable experiences. The flight itself wasn't too bad, though. Good food and plenty of legroom in first-class to take a nap, catching a few hours of sleep in the relatively short flight. He arrived in the capital by morning, and then in the Senator's office not long after.

The Senator himself was a rotund lion on the backend of his middle years, bushy mane streaked with gray to give him an elder sort of appearance. He looked like a politician, with all the positive and negative connotations that brought along with it.

"Gabriel!" He spoke boisterously, standing from his desk with arms outstretched in welcome, wide feline muzzle splitting into a smile. "Apologizes for dragging you down here on such short notice. At least now I can thank you in person for that generous campaign donation on behalf of the Slaver's Guild."

"It was our pleasure," The wolf replied courteously in his deep voice, sitting comfortably down on the plush leather chair before the desk. The donations had been an impressive ones, yes. Also, it was imperative that the political challenger, a fierce anti-slavery cervine, did not get seated. "We always take care of those who fight for our rights."

"And that's why I prefer to work with your guild instead of the tobacco industry. Loyalty." Chuckling jovially the lion sat back down, his large form reclined in ease. "But I didn't drag you down here to talk politics. Business, that is why I called for you."

The gray wolf's brow lifted faintly, a bit surprised by that admission. It wasn't often that a high-ranking member of Congress would want to discuss business with a slaver, even if they took their donations.

"My son will be turning thirteen soon," The lion began, pausing for a moment as he noticed the wolf's brow lift even further in confusion. "I remember what I was like at that age!" The big lion confessed with a smirk. "Still am! Anyway. I would rather if the boy sowed his wild oats close to home. I don't need some girl getting knocked up. It's bad for the family image, and not so healthy for the bank account either."

"Ah." Gabriel remarked, beginning to understand. "You wish for a female to be at hand when needed."

"Exactly!"

"Hm." The wolf was thoughtful at that, rubbing the underside of his muzzle as he looked at the big lion, "I'm afraid my stock is rather low at the moment. And by 'low', I mean singular. She's not fit for a Senator's son, either."

"Not an issue. We already have the girl picked out."

"I see... Senator Grinward..." The wolf began, leaning forward slightly towards the desk as he lifted a paw to gesture, "No offensive intended, but I don't believe you need trainer of my caliber for this. Let me be blunt for a moment, it is likely your son will not exactly be demanding on what he requires in private. A brothel trainer could provide you the same outcome, and a lot cheaper."

"Perhaps. However, a brothel trainer cannot guarantee my son won't be stabbed in the middle of the night and a slave from my household on the loose, can he?" The Senator leaned back in his chair, picking up the glass of half-finished whiskey to take a sip from. "I need someone who will identify, without a shadow of doubt, that the slave is completely tame."

The logic was there, the wolf inwardly admitted. Resting back in his chair he nodded faintly, gradually becoming more pronounced.

"Very well. My retainer fee is fifty thousand. Once the product is delivered I invoice based on the costs during the training, along with my standard fee of three-hundred thousand," Brow furrowed thoughtfully, " The property itself will need a value set since I do not own it, in case anything happens to it during the training process. I'll have to check, but I believe my insurance would cover those costs in that situation. Since you're providing the slave this will be a non-standard contract for me. I will have something written out and faxed over."

"Sounds fine to me," The lion nodded, apparently only half paying attention to the slaver's terms. Simply seeming pleased the wolf took the job. "The girl will be delivered to your farmhouse next week, then." Rising to his feet, the boisterous lion expanded his arms again, "Now then, I know of a great little place downtown. Good food, good drinks, and feline waitresses that would make a celibate monk question himself!"

***

The wolf wasn't exactly a young male anymore. The afternoon of drinking with the even older lion quickly turned into a night of drinking, that followed by an enormous headache as he rolled out of the hotel bed. A faint memory of playing a game called 'how much is she worth' filtering through his mind. It was foggy, but he could distinctly remember some very offended females being held back by the Senators' bodyguards as they tried to attack the chuckling feline and canine pair.

Rubbing his pounding head he began to gather the few things he brought, thinking over things as he did so. He would have to decide what to do with the mule soon. It was doubtful the girl would pull in a good price at an open auction, which meant Gabriel would have to do most of the legwork in finding a buyer. Also to get her full value she would have to be rented out a few times to prospective buyers, which would increase the time needed to unload her. Bothersome.

It was likely he would soon have two slaves onsite. That would only double his workload for the foreseeable future. Profit is profit, however.