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The mid-twenties pummeled me, literally and figuratively. I got out with my share of scars, but maybe more than my share of learning from it. Mostly what I learned was compassion. For that I can't say that the period was a total waste. I had myself in the end, and my mid-twenty joys, around a heart bruised black and blue.

Tattooed Love Boys

"Now what's a pretty girl like you doing out here alone on such a cold night?"

I stepped closer to the open window, leaning an elbow on the car door to stick my head inside. I knew just what to say to get further inside his car, his heart, and most importantly, his wallet. You could say I had a talent for this. "Looking for someone to keep me warm," I whispered, letting my voice plead in the softly needing way that he wanted. He responded beautifully to the suggestion.

When I had finished sucking his cock, he stroked my head gently and introduced himself as Sir Leon Firth. At that time, not all that long ago, the lords still introduced themselves as "Sir"... and for that matter, we still called them lords. The title was dignifying, though really it meant no more than that one owned slaves. Whether consenting or not, whether from debt or payment or bad luck, it was a title with prestige. Those who had it showed it, and those who didn't--myself included--wanted it.

He was a handsome tiger, his eyes showing none of the aggression his strong body would have you expect. My smaller leopard body would fit comfortably in his arms, although I was certain that without my long hours of practice, his cock would not fit comfortably inside me. Good thing I had the practice. It's a wonder he hadn't taken me already, wrapped my spots in his stripes, and had me earn my fee. Maybe he just wanted to talk... some of them wanted nothing more. From his eyes, it seemed... yes, maybe. Listening was less exhausting, at least.

"I was just on my way, dear, regretfully alone..." there was a short pause for effect, "...to a little soiree at the Ashbury's." This time the pause was all mine. I had been listening with only one ear, gazing coyly at him while still nuzzling his retreating penis, but at the mention of the name Ashbury, my eyes opened and I payed attention. In that region Lady Ashbury was almost as infamous as de Sade--halfway to being part of the English language. She held absolute control over her slaves, for which she was one of the most respected lords. Among the rest of us, the respect was usually equaled by fear. Her rather exotic interests scared most away, but others were drawn to her for just this reason. Once again... myself included.

"I had no one to accompany me," he continued, "but along the way your seductive form gave me pause. Would you care to be my escort for the evening?" I was almost too surprised to accept. Whatever went on there... I wanted to find out. If what I had heard was true, I might not want to leave.

I buttoned him up, and as we drove away I pretended not to notice that he hadn't paid me. In truth, I didn't even care.

* * * * *

"Siala," I replied. When he waited for more, I added, "I never had a last name. My parents felt I would be better off with no history than with any they could give me." His eyes turned down at the corners just briefly. A real soft-hearted lord, this one. Leon... I could have guessed everything about him from just his name. I liked the soft ones. I wouldn't have to manipulate him to get my fair payment. In this case, it looked like I would get much more than that. I would still manipulate him, of course... but when they make it easy for me, both of us usually come out happier in the end. I'll do whatever I can to survive... but only when I need to. Kindness in the strangest of places, I know.

"I suppose that's how you wound up on the streets, then? Your... heritage?" I nodded, and flattened my ears as he gave me another head-pat. "Fortunate that beauty belies breeding--such a darling as you should not be subjected to the cruelties of the underclass. Perhaps tonight is your chance to change fate." I looked up at him, surprised at his bluntness. Could he see right through me? Did it matter?

He smiled, and we sat in silence the rest of the way. The road took me out of the familiar backstreets of the city and into the countryside, where it weaved slowly through the green hills of privilege. Few liked the filthy density of life in the city, but it took money to escape. Money to buy land, to support slaves to tend it, and to gain the acceptance of the lords and ladies who filled the rest of the green countryside. Not all lords lived out here, or even wanted to--but the city "lords" were no more than pimps, owning people just to lease them out by the hour, to support life the only way they knew how--bare sustenance. There was a beauty out here, more than just money. Power, privilege... and class. Even at night it was classy, and I was going to the classiest place of all. The lights shone over the hills long before I could see our destination.

When it finally rose over the hills, I was overawed. It was a true mansion, almost a castle, and lit up like a Christmas tree. Spotlights were placed all around the building, illuminating every beautiful angle. The whole elaborate show was designed, I was certain, to impress the guests--and it worked like a charm. I could not imagine anyone not being amazed by the show of ceremony, but Leon seemed casual. Had he been here before?

My mind dropped out of the clouds, and as we approached I was suddenly aware of myself. I brushed the dust from my jeans, futilely aware that I could not brush away the age. I was here, breathtakingly, amazingly, but I still looked like city trash. He glanced over at my growing anxiety as we approached the valet. "Don't worry about your clothes," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "Just follow me." I would have been more worried, but the mischief in his gaze took me by surprise. It wasn't something I expected to see, from my first evaluation of his character... but it wasn't unwelcome.

At first I was still worried; when we reached the valet, his eyes stayed on me a bit longer than normal. Before he could say a word, Leon was out of the car and closing the valet's hand genially. I started to get out, but Leon waved me down, and stepped into the backseat. I threw him a confused look as the valet pulled away without another glance at me. Leon just smiled excitedly, that same look in his eyes.

The valet pulled around towards the car lot, making a long circle around the huge structure. The front of the house was the only part illuminated, leaving the sides and back of the house lit only by moonlight. The servants' entrances were hard to make out in the low light, but as we passed by, Leon tapped the valet on the shoulder, and we slowed to a stop.

"Here," he said, "we'll go in the side." I was slightly relieved, but also slightly disappointed. Somewhere in my mind I had imagined going through the front entrance, resplendent and honored. I followed him meekly to the servants' entrance, remembering my humble clothing.

I had no idea what I expected to see inside, but I guessed it would at least include fancy dress. I saw many things when he opened the door, but clothing of any sort was not one of them. Unable to process it all at once, I took a moment to grasp the situation piece by piece.

A thick fox tail swished audibly just in front of the door, happily wagging about and sloshing its shining red fur through the air. Attached to it was a pair of toned buttocks, recently cleaned but now soaked with sweat. This was part of an equally sweaty red fox, gasping and shivering in the unmistakable signs of orgasm. Very... firmly... attached to him was another red fox, apparently also male, kneeling on the floor above him. The bottom had been looking up lovingly at the other fox, with his head turned around, so he could clearly see the door opening. He gasped shyly, and his ears lowered, but even the surprise of being discovered could not interrupt the pleasurable conclusion of their mating. The top's knot was sunk deep in his ass, and the two looked to be joined together for probably the next half-hour.

I couldn't help but stare. The sight of sex was nothing new to me, of course, but both of the foxes had the most interesting patterns. Overlapping the normal red and white patterning was an intricate swirling of black fur that roamed across their entire bodies. It looked grown that way, not painted, but there was no way the pattern was natural. For one, both foxes had a number clearly marked at the back of their neck, and for two... the bottom fox's ringed patterns, unnaturally parallel lines that circled him from muzzle to toe, centered on what was clearly a target shape around his tail--with the top fox plunged into the bullseye. I giggled, surprising the top--number 24, it appeared--out of his post-orgasmic high.

"Oh! Um..." he stuttered helplessly, unable to run off, or even to turn around. The bottom fox--number 23--turned his muzzle down, blushing furiously.

"It's all right, boys," Leon said, smiling deviously. "Just passing through." He grabbed my arm and we hurried past, as I tried to keep from bursting into laughter. He leaned his muzzle down to 24's ear as we went past, and I heard him whisper, "Maybe not in the hallway next time, though..." That did it for me, and he rushed me off as I began to laugh, leaving 24 stammering out his apologies.

I was too flustered from the initial surprise to ask for an explanation; he took the initiative in not offering me one. "You'll soon see what this is all about," he offered. "For now, just follow me. And hurry." The same devious smile had not left his muzzle since we arrived at the mansion. I had every right to be scared, but that was a nightly occurrence in my line of work. Something unusual was going on, and something unusual in me was sparked by it. Whatever excitement would come... I was looking forward to it.

He led me along for what seemed like miles of thin hallways, busy kitchens, and back ways through the house. The scale of our journey far exceeded my first estimate of the house's size, and I wondered to myself how often these obscure passageways see use. The thought was quickly answered when we bumped into another couple rushing the opposite way--a rather handsome wolf, leading another of those patterned foxes. His patterning was in thick stripes, zigzagging in angular forms from top to bottom. I suppose I could have guessed from the numbers that there would be a lot more, but somehow I was still surprised. The fox, of course, wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing... maybe that was it. The wolf seemed more surprised to see me, but before he could say a word, Leon put a finger to his lips. He urged me on, and the wolf grudgingly continued his own way, with a quick mutter of "Come along, 13."

"I'm 16, sir..." echoed away behind us as we hurried further. His tail swished eagerly in my face, and as I batted it away I couldn't help but admire his firm bottom. Every step flexed his muscles, showing off their perfect tone, and the jaggedness of his black stripes somehow enhanced the shapeliness of his curves. The staring took my mind off our direction, but when I came back to thinking about it, we were still traveling. As we twisted and turned through the narrow halls, it seemed the only direction we were going consistently was up. Eventually we reached a corner, and he stopped, just as I was about to finally ask him where we were headed.

He glanced around quickly, at the corner, at the hall, then at me, with a concerned look. "Could you please close your eyes, for just a moment?" he asked, his eyes pleading as much as his voice. I played along, and with a hurried "Thank you," he grabbed me by the wrist and guided me towards the corner. I heard a sliding sound in front of me, then another behind me as he led me past where I thought the wall should be. "Okay," he whispered, "that'll do." I opened my eyes, and we were somewhere else entirely.

A secret passage in the walls... somehow, I wasn't surprised. The passage was lighted dimly, and not terribly long. He had stopped hurrying now as he led me along towards the door at the end. Something fluttered in my stomach, a childish anticipation. Was I going to meet Lady Ashbury? I felt unready, glancing back down at my street clothes. Wasn't he taking me here to get fixed up?

I was only half-right, it seemed. When he opened the door, ushering me inside, I came out into what looked like--what had to be--Lady Ashbury's dressing room. Inside were four foxes, once again in those unique eye-catching patterns and nothing else, lounging around trying to relax. The moment I stepped in, they rose to attention, but within seconds they were greeting me with that peculiar expression I had just seen on the wolf's face. Leon entered behind me, quickly taking control of the situation.

"Ah good, you're all here. I wonder," he asked, putting his hands together, "if I might ask your assistance in composing my..." he gestured at me with both hands, "guest here into a more... a more appropriate formality?" The foxes looked around at each other questioningly. "You do understand what I mean, don't you?" They consulted amongst each other with quick eye movements and expressions, and after only a few seconds they all nodded with a smile. "Good," drawled Leon, brief nervousness disappearing from his face. "I was hoping you would help me."

"I just hope she enjoys the surprise," one fox spoke up, "my lord." The three others nodded in agreement, sharing a knowing, but wary grin.

"Oh, I've been enjoying myself so far," I spoke up confidently. Everyone in the room glanced at me with a look of humorous surprise. "Or... you weren't talking... about me..." I trailed off. Leon took me by the hand, leading me forward.

"Let me explain, Siala. You've never met Lady Ashbury before... few enough have even seen her face. But this should give you an idea." He sat me down in front of a desk, and pointed my head forward. Within the frame in front of me was a female leopard, her round, strong face exuding confidence. Her fur was longer than average, lending her profile an intimidating rough edge. The rest of her, from the cool green eyes to her short, perky ears, was thoroughly dignified.

Of course I knew I was looking into a mirror, but I took the time to study myself further. I had never considered my appearance to be intimidating... I only thought about it when making myself more desirable, to keep money in my pocket. At the first glance I looked at myself as I expected to look at Lady Ashbury--as a lady, and worthy of respect. It opened my eyes, and I was a long time in replying.

I glanced around me at the foxes, gathering makeup, tools, and clothing. "You plan to dress me as her, don't you?" I asked Leon. He nodded encouragingly. I grinned in response, and the foxes, who had been hesitating, swooped down on me with what was clearly long expertise. I lay back and let them, thinking over the new situation. I'd always wanted to be a lady. I think I'd like it.

* * * * *

When they finished, I was radiant. I cleaned my fur regularly, but in my line of work it was generally with the sole intent of finding someone new to soil it. I prided myself on keeping it soft to the touch, but in the city I didn't have much to compare it to, and I certainly not access to the expensive treatments that had just been soaked into my fur. The transformation was in every respect incredible, but most extensively in my fur, where I had not expected that so much improvement was needed, or even possible. And the foxes had such delicate hands. They were less young than the others I had seen, and exercised their obedience with a quiet grace. I thanked them individually, shaking the hand of each, using the only names they seemed to have: 0, 1, 2, and 3.

It felt odd to speak to a number. I had met servants before, and slaves, but I had never met a one who had the confidence and poise of Lady Ashbury's. At the same time, the markings in their fur made it easy to objectify them, to see them as particularly decorative pieces of property. They each had their individual identities and quirks, but this uniqueness only ornamented their particular function within the household.

They seemed to be particularly uncomfortable around me now that the transformation was complete. The additions were subtle--a thorough cleaning of my fur, a light trim around the face, the most delicate amount of makeup, and of course the dress. Not being long out of the city, I hadn't been sure of what to expect, but somehow I was surprised by the lack of lace and train. It was a light green with dark blue piping, sleeves which covered the length of my narrow arms, and a hem which reached nearly to the floor. A slit opened at the back for my tail, and did not close again. The dress was cut cleverly enough to maintain some modesty, but it was clearly designed for seduction.

Lord Firth, who had been ushered into a side room as the thorough washing-up had taken place, broke into applause as he reentered. "This is perfect, pets. Your mistress will be pleased with your work, I am sure."

"I hope so, Sir," said 3 earnestly.

"And if she is not," added 0, "we'll make it clear that it is your idea. Sir."

He chuckled. "By all means. It can only be better than last year... or worse."

He took me by the hand, more delicately than he had before. I found myself responding to the graceful touch, and the circumstances, to behave as I thought a lady might. "Lady Ashbury?" he said with a nod and an entirely undisguised smirk. I allowed him to take my hand, and sauntered carefully out the door.

"Nod to the guests, smile to your servants," Leon said to me, and none too soon. 12 stepped past me soon after, and paused for a perfunctory nod. There was a smile on his face that lingered as we stepped past, and as I smiled back I found mine was more genuine than I had expected. I had never imagined that a lady so powerful would be so beloved by her servants. I looked forward to meeting Lady Ashbury, and only hoped that the circumstances would not leave her upset.

We reached the ground floor without incident. A few passers-by were courteous, but deferential enough to avoid genuine interaction. On occasion I had to chance a few words, but even then no one seemed caught off guard. Leon took us through a rear entrance, somehow sneaking me into the main ballroom without any fanfare. I was noticed immediately, of course, but the room was crowded enough that no one could see far.

The night became a blur. It was only a few minutes, ten at the most, but I was overcome by the number of high-born individuals suddenly fawning over me. I nodded often, and rarely did I need to say more than "thank you" to the admiring guests who approached, but there was a perpetual fear of being found out, and I was constantly on the lookout for the Lady herself. Not that the ruse wouldn't be revealed eventually, of course... and Leon seemed to take every opportunity to test the credulity of the other guests.

"Hartford!" he exclaimed, finishing off yet another glass of champagne before slapping the back of a well-groomed panther. "So glad you could make it."

Hartford winced just slightly at the touch, a patently displeased smile gracing his lips. "Whereas I am surprised that you even tried, Leon. I hope you brought more than just your appetite, this time." I was near enough to listen in, but he had not yet seen me approach. Leon chuckled and turned my way.

"I have a feeling that Lady Ashbury will enjoy tonight's tribute even more than last year," he replied. "Won't you, dear?" I fixed Leon in my most imperious glare as I stepped forward, adding a hint of displeasure that I hadn't needed to fake.

"I certainly hope so," I said, then turned my gaze to the instantly gracious Lord Hartford. "I am positive, in any case, that it will be a surprise."

We all shared a laugh, each for our own reasons. And then, to the panther's great surprise, the Lady's entrance was announced.

The two of us slipped away, unseen in the crowd as all eyes went to the door. Only a few bemused guests were near enough to notice, but none were willing to break the hush of Lady Ashbury's entrance.

She walked in slowly, leading a bare fox behind her on a collar and leash. Happily obedient, he still hesitated to follow her into such a distinguished room wearing nothing but his collar. She led him to a dais at the center of the room, where he lay upon a flat cushion with white linen sheets. I watched in fascination, uncertain of what ritual was taking place, and hoping for my own sake that it was not as gruesome as some of the more vivid rumors that had come my way.

Another servant followed them both, a mouse dressed well enough, but plain. He carried a case with him, setting it on the ground as he knelt before the fox.

And then Lady Ashbury did something that impressed me. She knelt as well, leaning forward to touch the fox's forehead to her own. She whispered to him, stroking his ears lovingly with one paw. He nodded, and I saw his face relax in solemn joy. It was not the same expression I had seen on 12, but they were of a kind. I knew now what was about to take place, and hardly listened as Lady Ashbury announced it. I only watched, made rapt by the desperate pleasure on the fox's face, as the mouse began to work.

He winced at the first touch of the blade, but relaxed again as it began to shave away the fur at the back of his neck. The mouse brought out a well-used set of brushes and an ink pot filled with pure black, and with utmost care began to trace a 25 on the fox's exposed skin.

The ink dried quickly, but he carefully blotted away the excess after each stroke. For all his care, it was not long before he had finished inking the numbers. He returned to his case, drawing out a smaller pot containing some sort of clear liniment. The Lady herself knelt down for this part, taking a small amount on her bare paw and caressing the fox lying at her feet. Her other paw stroked under his muzzle, rewarding the obedience of the fox who had given his life over to her service. I could hear his pleased whimpers from where I stood.

A sheen now coated his bare skin, protecting the ink from smudging as it did its work. I had never heard of such a thing, but it was clear that the ink must somehow dye their fur even as it grows. I watched with eager attention, knowing that the number was only the beginning.

Piece by piece the fox was shaved, and his body tattooed. This one's pattern was exceedingly delicate, made up of swirls of interlacing script in a language I did not recognize. It was an impressive show of skill from the mouse, and I could see the Lady's appreciation in her face. The fox's expression was blissful, no doubt feeling every stroke of the brush on his sensitive skin, assured of his dedication with the knowledge of its permanence.

The process took almost an hour, with the audience breathlessly silent throughout. The fox's eyes were closed, and the Lady's eyes never left her fox. He glistened by the time they were finished, skin seeming bright red against the sharp black lines that covered him. His paws were unshaven, as well as a small patch around his sheath and sensitive scrotum. Some of the other foxes had been tattooed even between their legs, so it was possible that she had merely chosen to omit that area from this fox's pattern. More likely, in my estimation, was that the skin would have to lay flat to be marked correctly, and this fox had clearly been enjoying the process too much for that. At the end, as he lay on his back while his mistress cleaned her paws, his foxhood was jutting fully into the air.

The mouse dipped his brush one last time, and Lady Ashbury knelt beside him, facing the crowd. In one smooth motion, as he held the brush tip into the air, she reached out to pinch it between her thumb and forefinger, and then brought her blackened fingertips to the base of her fox's cock. She swiped both fingers around the top of his knot, encircling his pride and joy with a thick black collar. After a long hour of delicate and sensual stimulation, the final subjugating touch of his mistress was enough to send 25 over the edge.

The mouse held up a towel for Lady Ashbury to wipe away the excess ink. She did not touch the fox again, and he no longer whimpered for it. He relaxed into his orgasm, splashes of seed landing on his chest without disturbing the patterned ink. There was scattered applause from the audience, which I could not help but join in, and I saw the fox distantly acknowledge our approval with a blushing smile amidst the throes of his passion. Lady Ashbury stood to face the crowd, her new slave finally relaxing at her feet.

"I'm glad you've enjoyed the display," she said, "but unfortunately my little fox now seems to be indisposed. If it pleases you now to bring out the tributes, we may be able to find a new plaything for the evening."

Doors opened in various corners of the room, and the guests all hurried to reveal slaves that they had brought. Some were in the room already, waiting on their owners, and at their urging they were disrobed, to stand before the dais with the rest. Some were nervous, and some eager to show off their stature, but they were all awed to be in the Lady's presence. All were foxes, though not all the slaves in the room had been--I presume this was in deference to the Lady's preferences. Leon grasped my hand, leading me towards where they stood, and I realized that my part in tonight's festivities might be more active than I had anticipated.

I was noticed almost immediately. The last of the slaves were lining up, ten in number, and a hushed burst of surprised noises was heard as I walked into the clear. Lady Ashbury saw me as well, of course, and disappointed many of the slaves and owners by focusing her attention entirely on my approach. I glanced around, uncertain, and finally decided to attempt a short bow.

She burst into laughter. "Firth! This is your doing, isn't it?" He stepped forth from the sidelines, giving a polite nod. She tried to address him, but kept glancing back at me with increasing amusement. "Is... is that my dress?" she choked out, covering her face with her paw and wiping away tears.

"Your servants, milady, are as efficient as they are helpful," said Leon, unable to restrain a self-satisfied smirk. "Though I hasten to assure you that it was entirely my idea, and beg that they be considered blameless."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said slowly, "though it seems they at least knew what they were getting into. I wonder, as I have not seen her face before--outside of a mirror!--whether Miss..."

"Siala is my name, Madam," I answered respectfully.

"I wonder whether Lady Siala is aware of what takes place at these ceremonies," she said, giving Lord Firth a pointed look.

His hemming and hawing prevented me from replying to her, to tell her that of course I was no lady, but my body nonetheless shivered with an unexpected thrill. I was being personally addressed... well not exactly personally... by Lady Ashbury, as an... well, not exactly an equal... but still. Though I was clearly a tribute, it seemed, she had not considered me a slave. And of course I was not. Best act like it, then.

I strode forward and mounted the dais, aware of the eyes that followed my every movement. I stood at the top step, making myself fully visible to the crowd and arrayed tributes before me, but respectfully below the level of the Lady herself. I spoke into the astonished silence that followed, replying to Lady Ashbury directly.

"It seems to me," I said carefully, "that the next step is to choose a tribute." Well aware that I had already been chosen, wordlessly and instantaneously, I grasped my newfound importance with both hands. "And if it is a plaything that was promised, I would have to choose him." I pointed out a fox in the middle of the bunch, who struck me as attractive, and attractively shy. The room was quiet for a while, and even Lady Ashbury seemed uncertain of what had just occurred, but in her amusement she seemed eager to see what would come next.

Standing beside the real Lady Ashbury, and particularly hearing my voice, it was clear that I was merely an imitation. Despite that, my demeanor and Lady Ashbury's clear consent were enough to have them treating me with deference. The slave approached, clearly confused, but happy to have been chosen after all.

He mounted the steps, but I stopped him with a paw when his head had reached the level of my waist. I looked down at him, stroking between his ears, and doing my best to emulate the confident kindness that had so impressed me a moment before.

"Have you been to one of these before?" I asked, not whispering, but speaking only to him.

"I have," he replied.

"Are you here for my pleasure?" I asked. I was quite certain where all this was going, but it couldn't hurt to be careful. He glanced at Lady Ashbury, still briefly uncertain, but turned his eyes back to me.

"Yes, I do think so."

I smiled, scratching him behind an ear, and spoke just a bit louder. "Show me how you would like to please your mistress, then."

He smiled in return, tossing uncertainty aside. Clearly, this part he was ready for. He leaned in towards me, nosing tentatively at my clothes, and watching for disapproval as he gently laid his hands on me. He knelt, sliding his paws under the hem, and his upper body disappeared under my dress.

My eyes widened slightly as I felt him rise, the crown of his head creating a bulge of fabric between my legs. I felt him nosing around, soft paws sliding beneath my panties, until his cold nose found its way to bare flesh.

I barely held back the gasp that rose to my lips. The little fox's muzzle had slipped past my underwear with hardly a warning, lapping at my clit with not a thought to foreplay. Not that I did not enjoy it; I could not shake the feeling of being watched, but I willed myself to relax, eyes closed, and accept the fox's ministrations as if I deserved the offering. Truth be told, I wasn't certain what I intended by all this, but I certainly wasn't going to let them know that.

I rested my palm on the front of my dress, holding his muzzle against me as his tongue wound its way between my lips. It was a rare customer that chose to enjoy my body in this way, and the thought that this servant was dedicated to my pleasure was an unanticipated treat. My pussy began oozing almost immediately, and the fox's deft tongue was quick to lap up my slippery juices. I had no compunctions about taking advantage of him, because he had begun purring the moment his muzzle slid between my legs. I can't say whether he enjoyed the act, or my taste, or just enjoyed being of use, but I was experiencing firsthand what I had never before imagined: a mutually pleasurable relationship between owner and slave.

With some effort, and a small amount of acting, I endeavored to treat the fox as if I owned him. He fell into the role naturally, clearly enjoying himself, and while I enjoyed his attentions I had a bit more difficulty accepting them with the dominance that was expected of me. At least it gave me something to turn my attention to, and away from the excited crowd. I only took the quickest of glances now and then, but I could see that the sexual interest in the crowd had only escalated with my unexpected actions.

The fox's slim muzzle fit easily between my legs, whiskers scratching my inner thighs as his short fur tickled my labia. He warmed his wet nose in my pussy, his curled tongue buried several inches deep into my soft flesh. I tangled my paws up in my dress, cupping his head and doing my best to force him deeper. With my eyes tightly shut and my hips slowly rolling, it was not much longer before the fox's talented tongue sent a powerful quiver through my body. I had always been easy to please, but no lover had ever brought me from anxious to orgasm in sixty seconds.

And he didn't stop there. I struggled to remain standing, bracing myself on his crouched form, as he dove deeper and with greater eagerness than before. I felt his purring in the soft vibrations of his fur on my flesh, and heard the soft squeaks of his pleased whimpers as he devotedly lapped at my sex. My pleasure only built with each orgasm, washing over me with greater and greater force, until at last I could not help but cry out loud.

I felt the room's energy rise, basking in the pleasure I could no longer contain. I had lost all pretense of control, blatantly rubbing my sex along this slave's eager muzzle, and gasping for breath as each orgasm wracked my body. I could see the audience stir, unable or unwilling to restrain their lusts any longer, and begin to strip and fondle each other. Slowly at first, then more frantic, as those who wished only to watch made their way to the rear of the crowd. And always, even as they bent to pleasure one another, glancing back to watch the spectacle at the center of the room. I was the spectacle tonight, a plaything in the dress and image of a lady, panting and moaning like a whore.

I hoped to myself that Lady Ashbury was enjoying the view as well. I could not spare a moment to glance at her, or even open my eyes, being far too enraptured by the attentions of a fox who even now would not relent. He seemed to delight in bringing me pleasure, even against my own will--for now I pushed at him, aching from overstimulation, but too weak to force his eager muzzle away. I leaned backwards, using his body to keep myself stable, and eased myself down on the platform. The whole surface was cushioned, I discovered, and I sank into the fabric with a sigh. Without the need to maintain composure or verticality, I finally let myself relax and enjoy the fox's ministrations. The pleasure became almost painful, but at last he pulled away.

His head poked up from beneath my dress, his mussed and sopping muzzle graced by an adorably eager smile. Behind him I spotted a wealth of bare fur, as some of the land's most rich and influential lords and ladies indulged in their debauchery. It was almost cute, to my eyes, what novices they were--how uncertain, how unfamiliar with vulnerability. But I was saved from my patronizing by my own uncertain, unfamiliar lover, as he crawled forward to lay upon my chest. He licked at my muzzle like a kit, nuzzling into my fur, and whimpered as he whispered to me.

"Mistress?" he breathed. "May I..."

"Yes," I replied immediately. The dress had hiked up almost to my waist, and I could sense his foxhood bobbing between my legs. "A good slave need only obey," I whispered to him, stroking my paws along his sides and feeling him purr under my touch. "But a good lover must have his own needs to fulfill." I threaded my fingers through the fur of his neck, tugging lightly, and forcing his head up to look me in the eye. "But you were correct," I added, "to ask permission."

I rolled my hips against him, and he whimpered in subservient need. He hesitated for only a moment longer before shifting forward and falling into me. He cried out, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure, and I wondered if he had ever taken a woman before. But as he began to breed me, his strokes slow and sensual, I knew he must have been trained. I'm sure it must have tortured him to hold back from rutting like an animal and knotting me immediately, but I can't say he wasn't enjoying himself. For a short while, I regretted that I would only have him for the night.

His cock was thick within me, belying his small stature, but it slid easily into my moistened depths. I crossed my legs behind the fox, pulling him deeper into me, and leaned forward to growl into his ear. He whined in response, sounding almost fearful, and I could not deny the effect it had on me. I had had better lovers, though his talent was formidable, but none had been quite as devoted. I had never before had a lover so eager to explore my body for my pleasure, rather than his.

In addition to his, I should say. His gasps and whimpers, though deliciously subservient, were a pleasant reminder of the pleasure I was giving him in return. He nuzzled under my chin, unconsciously striving to remain beneath me. Too weak to roll over, I obliged him by tucking his muzzle underneath mine, and it seemed to calm him somewhat. Somehow, for just a moment, this fox belonged to me... and all he needed in return was a reminder of that fact. So while he thrust, his movements losing precision as he neared his peak, I whispered to him what I thought he would want to hear. My lips found his ear, nibbling at the thin flesh. My breath poured hot into his ear as I reminded him that he was beneath me, and would stay beneath me until I chose to free him... that he was inside me, and would remain inside me until I chose to release him. That the purpose of his body was to enter mine, and the only pleasure he would feel was in response to the pleasure he brought his mistress.

And then I bit him. It wasn't hard--just enough to cause pain, without damaging the tender skin of his ear--but it held him still, and wrung a high-pitched gasp from his lips. "Don't stop," I demanded, and he obeyed instantly. His hips moved slower, trying to continue while keeping his head completely still. He whined, so close to his release, but unable to bring himself closer. I chuckled and released him, licking at the spot I had bitten. "You may come," I said to him, and he stuttered out his thanks.

He resumed his urgency, pumping his hips more frantically than before, but his thrusts remained shallow. His swelling knot prodded at my wet vulva, but he held back. I could tell from his shuddering breath how badly he wanted to tie. At last he reached down with one paw to squeeze the base of his knot, needing to feel that pressure, but I swatted his paw away.

"What did I say?" I whispered to him, stroking his fur reassuringly. He looked up to me confused, still humping vigorously.

"You..." he gasped, breathing heavily, "you told me to come."

"Before that, fox. What do you need?"

He understood at once, but still hesitated. I watched, keeping my eyes locked to his, as he struggled with the contradiction. I waited, with only a little amusement, until he finally decided to obey his mistress, rather than his education.

"I... may I... may I tie with you?" he whispered, hardly even willing to say it aloud. I kissed him on the lips, running my fingers through the fur on his neck, and nodded.

"Good fox," I added, patting him on the head. He blushed, and quickly returned his muzzle to my neck, hiding in my fur and holding me tight. I held him right back, enamored of his adoration, and eagerly awaiting his sighs of release.

He thrust freely now, but the size of his knot was not making it easy. Its firmness pressed my labia aside, grinding against my clit as it struggled to fit into my passage. The sudden pressure threw me back into orgasm, my pussy clenching around his length and making it even harder for his knot to fit. He thrust harder in response, delighted by the volume of the cries he could elicit, and reassured by them that his rough insistence was not going to hurt me. I was less certain of that, as my vagina stretched almost painfully around the thick base of his cock, but my lust drove me to spread my legs wider, aching to be tied with a virile male. At last, with a growl of impatience, I grasped his buttocks and pulled him forcibly into me.

He cried out, and fell limp atop me. My body held tightly to his cock, pursed firmly behind his knot to tie him within me. I could feel it swell to complete the tie, surrendering to me and relinquishing its seed in quick spurts. I groaned, my arms holding him tight, and listened to his adorably submissive whimpers as I rode out the trailing edge of my orgasm. He pawed at me like a kit, huddling up to the warmth of my body, and I stroked him like a pet. He reverted to his submissive nature almost immediately, luxuriating in being so intimately close to his Mistress, held securely in my arms and in my body.

We lay still for several long minutes, gradually coming to remember the setting, and the crowd. By then I could tell, in the quiet that followed, that the audience was beginning to approach. I felt the fox jump, and soon after felt hands on my own tail, stroking through my newly cleaned fur with paws damp with sweat. I felt the fur of my legs tingle, certain that someone was creeping between them, but the soft tongue that lapped at my sex still came as a surprise. The crowd tittered and the tongue withdrew, only a dare perhaps, but was soon replaced by another, more eager presence. The crowd by now had mounted the stairs, and stood watching around us as another muzzle made its way between my legs, and a tongue began slowly lapping at my tailhole. After the initial shock it was actually rather enjoyable, but I could not help but chastise them for sneaking around.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" I joked, but I could not feel the tongue hesitate. There were more of them now, surrounding me, and I was beginning to feel self-conscious about being stuck here underneath this fox.

"Do you frequently tie with your servants, Lady Ashbury?" said a mocking voice from above me. He knelt down and smirked, his face uncomfortably close to mine. There was more than just lust on his face, and I'm certain that he was enjoying the role-play perhaps a bit too much--but who am I to judge?

"Only if they earn it," I shot back. He frowned, and his face disappeared from my view.

"I think I'll show you just what that hole is for," he said with evident delight. A moment later he was pushing the fox out of the way, and dangling his swelling cock above my face. I'm sure it was meant to repulse, or at least offend, but if I had been expecting civility when I entered the room, I had long since been disabused. I leaned upward, before he could make another move, and slid my muzzle around his cock.

It was then that the assault on my body began in earnest. I was still tied to the fox, but at least one lord found this no hindrance to lining up his cock beneath my tail. I was thrust into from both ends at once, almost fully hidden from view beneath the lusty bodies atop me. The crowd seemed to enjoy this, pawing at my tail and placing my hands and feet in all sorts of places. When they came in me, and withdrew, there were others lined up to have a go. Well-bred or not, I felt grateful for my myriad vaccinations and contraception.

I felt the fox begin to soften inside me, but in the next moment he gasped, stiffening, and a body above him began thrusting, grasping the fox's neck in his jaws. He moaned like a female, arching his back to leave his tailhole fully accessible, but I made sure his cock was also put to use. Though the knot had receded, he was already stiff enough to continue his pleasurable service. He may have been oversensitive or unready, but above all he was obedient. He thrust into me once more, eager to serve, as my needy paws tugged at his thighs.

I could feel the crowd growing in size, though for the most part my eyes were closed. Some grabbed what they could, content to explore my anatomy with lewd strokes, but others waited eagerly for a chance to penetrate me, to look down on the image of Lady Ashbury as they shuddered and pumped out their seed. One insistent lord pushed the fox forward, slid himself into me alongside the fox's cock, and coated it almost immediately with his own release.

I played along, devoting all of my talent and patience to keeping the guests of the party satisfied. I wondered, here and there, what the other tributes would be up to, but I didn't see any ladies surrounding me either... so it probably worked out. It was chiefly the men who wanted a piece of me, some with kinder intentions than others, but they were, in the end, still nobility. I had never pleasured this large a crowd before, but I had certainly seen worse. Even in the throes of lust, they did not fully drop their mask of civility. I was well bored by the time they were through, but undeniably exhausted.

I turned to let the fox off of me, and gingerly began to stand. I heard soft paws approach, and a towel began wiping clean the caked fur around my eyes. I saw a tattooed fox before me, carefully cleaning my muzzle, when I was finally able to open my eyes. I thanked him and took the towel, wiping between my legs where the seed had not yet begun to dry. I refused his offered paw and stood under my own power, careful not to overstress my stiff muscles. I could feel the fox touch my leg as I stood. He lay where he was, blissfully exhausted, but kept a single paw against my fur, unwilling to be left alone. His eyes lifted as I rose above him, looking up at me with the same fondness and submission I had seen in the Lady's servants. It had been directed at me, not long ago... but mistakenly. This time, I truly felt that I had earned the look of dedication from this slave. And I knew at once what I had to do.

I stood tall, once again assuming a pose of confident poise, with no regard for the state of my fur. I did not revel in my degradation, as they had... I simply considered it irrelevant to the question of my status. Which question, I suspected, would soon be answered.

"I came as a guest," I stated, nodding deferentially to our host. She nodded back, welcoming me to continue. "But as it seems my services were required..."

"And greatly appreciated," Leon chimed in.

"I certainly hope so," I replied. "I do my best, as a professional, to bring my full set of skills to bear whenever the task requires it." At hearing the word 'professional', a ripple of surprised amusement went through the audience, as well as a few laughs. Not many, thankfully. "And as my services were rendered," I continued, "I find it only appropriate to request payment."

The crowd began to murmur, and all eyes shifted to Lady Ashbury. Though I was addressing them all, it seemed clear that she would have the final say. She frowned, but kept silent, waiting cautiously for me to continue.

"And as foxes seem to be the currency of the evening," I said, with a wry smile, "I would accept this one, if he is so willing, as ample compensation."

I felt him wag against my leg, and I smiled. I wasn't sure I could care for him as well as he had become accustomed, but something told me he would appreciate the offer... and it wasn't as if I had anything to lose. I wasn't in love with the little thing, but it wasn't merely a question of ownership, either. I could feel the eagerness of the fox in every move he made, every whimper telling me that he wanted to follow... that he wanted me to lead him.

The Lady began to smile, seeming to approve of my boldness. She looked me up and down, only wincing a bit at what had been done to her dress, and taking a moment to marvel at the likeness. From the little I'd seen of her, I was sure she could pull off this disheveled confidence far better than I was managing. Hers was not a spotless grace, that withers at the slightest offense. And the degradation I had just endured, and the acknowledgement of my profession, would not taint her estimation of my character.

"I agree," announced Lady Ashbury, stunning the room into silence. "In any other circumstances, dear, 'ample' would be an understatement. But at the present venue, I feel it would be unfair for me to deny that a slave is a fitting exchange for a night of pleasure and entertainment. And we are very much entertained, are we not?"

There were scattered sounds of agreement from the room, but most remained silent... though they did not remain so for long. "However," she added, "the payment you are asking is Lord Harshaw's property. I am sure he would not deny it to you, but that would leave nine other lords in your debt. Fortunately, the solution is obvious."

My eyes narrowed. The murmurs grew louder, at least from the males in the room, but I could see pleased faces amongst the wives. It was they Lady Ashbury addressed, sweeping her eyes across the room with an amused and confident smile.

"I'm aware that the tributes have been for some time a mere formality, but I hope you will permit me to make tonight an exception. I'd note, happily, that this seems to have been an exceptional evening for all involved."

The tributes themselves seemed uncertain, but they stepped forward as one, and awaited their next orders. I kept up a confident front, but I was beginning to panic. A pet fox was one thing, but a stable of slaves would take significant resources to maintain. I couldn't sell any of them... could I? But I certainly could not refuse the offer.

I'm sure Lord Firth was thinking the same thing, but from his side of the room it was rather more amusing. I could see him stifling a laugh as he glanced back and forth between the Lady and her guests.

Though begrudging, they could find no way to refuse the Lady's wishes. Each lord nodded in turn, and their fox turned to face me. Eventually all eyes in the room were on me once again.

I attempted a short bow, stammering out something passably gracious to the guests, and to Lady Ashbury. Then I turned to the foxes... my foxes... and had nothing to say. I had stripped off my disguise, revealing the woman behind the lady... and suddenly I was a lady again. I had no more need of a false front, but I had no other front prepared.

"I suppose we'd better get cleaned up," I said to them. "Would you like to lend me a hand?"

There were a few eager nods, some stiff bows, and at least one shrug. Not exactly a roaring start... but it was a start.

Lady Ashbury approached, dropping her arm across my shoulder with no regard to the mess, and walked with me towards the rear of the room. She held me warmly, with more familiarity than seemed warranted, and walked with a spring in her step.

"I couldn't help it," she whispered with an endearing giggle. "I was so glad when you stepped up--I had to do something, but exactly what escaped me until just then. That sort of audacity should be encouraged."

"I'm glad to know it was meant encouragingly," I replied, surprising myself with how easily I was able to speak with her. "I was worried that I had sprung some sort of trap."

She patted my shoulder reassuringly. "Oh, you don't need to worry about all that. That's the one lesson I think I won't have to teach you: if you have a chance, take it. It'll usually turn out to be possible in the end."

"I'm not sure the wisest course here is just to trust to fortune."

"Fortune tends to have her own reasons, don't forget." We left the room by the rear entrance, with my foxes following as we made our way to a private bath. A few tattoos were there to lead the way, and a few just to catch a glimpse of me. Word had spread, it seemed.

"I have a small estate up north," she said. "It was my summer home, but my duties have held me here for several years now, and I don't anticipate having much use for it in the future."

I tried to protest, but she was forceful. "The resemblance is more than physical," she insisted, looking deep into my eyes. "But it is more than just resemblance. You were meant for this life. It's not particularly open to newcomers, but with this foothold I think you'll do magnificently."

"...and what makes you think that?" I asked, exposing for a moment the doubt that still clung to me. She smiled reassuringly, and reached out for the fox who had been following close behind us.

"It's not enough to own someone," she said, placing a paw on the fox's shoulder and leading him to me. "They must give themselves willingly. The other tributes are uncertain, but this one knows. You can see it in his face, just as I can. They'll all come to see it, soon enough." He ducked his head, embarrassed by the frank discussion of his emotions... but he went to me, when prompted, and sank eagerly into my waiting arms. The Lady smiled on us benevolently, and nodded in satisfaction. "Before long, they'll be lining up at your gate."