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Pavlor was harnessed and muzzled and out the door just as the sun came up. No other vehicles were on the streets. Sharven was taking him to work since he didn't want to leave his pet home alone while his body was adjusting to the conditioning. Pavlor didn't want to stay home alone anyways, being muzzled and harnessed and paraded out in public as someone's pet was sure to be more entertaining than lazing around on the furniture.

The vehicle sped along the roadways and the scenery changed slowly from a suburban setting to that of tall buildings and busy streets. Pavlor watched as they stopped at intersections, catching a glance of an orca sitting on a park bench with his feline pet who was quite busy between his legs. The orca was talking semi-casually to another orca, and both seemed to be paying little attention to the sexual activity going on.

The car moved along, passing more mundane shows on the street until it stopped at the front of a large, curved, silver building. The front was concave with thick metal supports bent inwards and then curving back out as it went up to the top floor. It looked to have one hundred floors easily, which made Pavlor shake a little. He was never quite that comfortable with extreme heights.

Sharven got out and went to the passenger's side, opening the door and leading his pet out of the car on his leash. The car sped off by itself to some unknown parking space leaving Pavlor to stare upwards at the building. Sharven gave a soft tug on the lead to get Pavlor's attention.

"Afraid of big buildings?"

Pavlor nodded, speech wasn't possible while muzzled in public.

"Don't worry, I work down seven floors, in a high security area."

Pavlor nodded again, looking quite relieved.

They headed off to the front doors. Sharven slipped his key-card through a groove in the door. Several beeps sounded and then a small LED lit up green. Sharven grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. He guided Pavlor into a small glass room and then made sure the door closed behind both of them. They stood there for a while. Pavlor looked around and began to feel quite nervous, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. The surge of adrenaline was causing his sexual need to escalate some and the leather pouch barely containing his sheath began to strain to keep closed.

The glass wall in front of them suddenly lit up, two large square boxes about shoulder high to Sharven and Pavlor appeared in the glass with the outline of a handprint. Sharven put his hand on the one before him, and he nodded at Pavlor to do the same. Pavlor put his hand up against the glass tentatively. It had a warm, almost liquid feel to it, and he could have sworn it felt as it if depressed slightly under his touch. The boxes each turned green and then faded away. The glass wall then slid up and allowed them to enter the lobby.

Sharven led his pet up to the desk, placing his card down on the table and waited. The orca behind the desk had on a green-blue uniform. He looked up with a slightly disgusted expression on his face, ignoring Sharven and staring at Pavlor. Sharven was stone-faced, showing no emotion as he waited for the security guard to do what he was supposed to.

The guard looked from Pavlor to his desk and then punched some keys on the desk before him. Pavlor distinctly heard him mutter something, but all he could understand were the words "pet," "work" and "inappropriate." Pavlor suddenly felt very awkward, as if he wasn't supposed to be there.

The guard picked up the key-card and looked at it. He then froze as he stared at the piece of flat plastic. Pavlor felt like something was wrong and he might have possibly been the cause for it. He shifted on his booted feet while he wrung his hands together. A sickening weight was developing in his stomach. The guard punched a few more numbers and looked up at Sharven nervously. Pavlor quickly looked up as well, seeing that stone-faced expression held firmly.

The guard stood up, handing the key-card back and saying, "Hello Commander," and then swallowed hard, but tried to cover it up. Sharven reached his hand out to grab the card; his motion was quick and made the guard flinch.

"Was there something you wanted to say to me?" Sharven's voice had lost any and all compassion that Pavlor was used to. It was cold and calculating. Pavlor wished he could just sink into the floor from the feelings he was battling with. Despite rational thought, he felt himself the cause of this sudden tension.

"No Sir, nothing at all," the guard said, voice quivering.

Sharven leaned forward over the counter, baring his teeth. "Then maybe there is something you need to say to my pet." There was no questioning the tone in his voice; he was pissed.

The guard looked at Pavlor and then back again at Sharven. For a moment he squared his jaw, then looked at Pavlor. "My apologies."

Sharven leaned back. "The next time I hear you insult any personnel or their pet, you're going to find yourself answering to me, got it?"

The guard nodded, "Yes Sir, sorry Sir." He stood perfectly still, hands down by his sides waiting.

Sharven started walking away, giving a curt tug on the leash to snap Pavlor out of his stupor. They walked over to an elevator behind the desk. The doors opened almost immediately when the reached it, Sharven stepping in and keeping his pet close. "B seven," Sharven uttered.

The doors closed and the elevator dropped slowly. Pavlor looked up while keeping his ears tight against his head. He could see the annoyance in the orca's face and turned away quickly. He had never felt so out-of-place before in his life.

The elevator shuddered to a halt, the doors opening to a wide corridor. Sharven started walking and Pavlor took no pause in keeping up. They walked down three intersections and took a left. A few steps down this corridor a red light flashed and a warning siren went off. Sharven stopped walking and had an agitated look on his face. "Authority code Sharven, L-L-K-5 9-I." The sirens immediately turned off.

Pavlor stood there next to the orca, his arms behind his back and head looking down. He started to cry, feeling a sudden explosion of misunderstood emotions. Confusion increased the stress that he was feeling, that and the conditioning that was playing games with his hormones.

Sharven's arms quickly picked up the canine's body, cradling him in his arms.

Pavlor wanted to pull away, to hide his face and just sink into the shame he was feeling. Thick fingers undid the muzzle around his face, dropping it to the floor with a jingling of the metal clips. Pavlor lifted his hands to hide his face, but Sharven grabbed them and held them down.

Sharven began to rock his pet slowly, pushing his head against the canine's head and did nothing but hold and nuzzle him. In the middle of the hall they stood, time slipping away as Pavlor released his emotions, his face becoming damp from the tears.

A third hand touched his shoulder, gripping it gently and the rubbing. Pavlor turned his head away from that hand, embarrassed now at someone else seeing him cry. Then a fourth held onto his right ankle, then another on his side. Hands beyond that which the canine wanted to count reached up and held a part of his body, some holding firmly, others rubbing and soothing him. The many hands seemed to leech the oppressive emotions from him, cleansing his body slowly.

He opened his eyes a little; the tears making his vision blur and bend. He blinked until they cleared away and saw others standing around him. Most were orca, but there was also a lizard, another canine and an equine, all three still had muzzles over their heads. The hands of all those holding him remained as they were, stroking or holding him. A smile snuck up and pushed up the corners of his mouth despite his resistance to it.

"See, everything is all right," Sharven spoke gently.

"It's just the hormones," one of the other orca's said and a hand gripped tighter for an instant.

There were a few more moments of silence while Pavlor took a deep breath and sighed out, releasing the last of his sudden emotional attack. He turned and snuggled up against Sharven's neck. The hands then slowly left his body and the small crowed dispersed, except for two who remained.

"You going to be OK if I put you down now?"

Pavlor pulled his head back and he nodded. He was now feeling just a bit silly.

Sharven put down his pet and one of the orca's nearby handed him the muzzle. Sharven placed it back on his pet and rubbed his head.

"Commander?"

Sharven looked up at the one who spoke.

"My apologies for rushing you sir, but there is a report from the navigation department. They say an unexpected gravitational fluxuation is causing a jump-port to be ready before the next flight date. They were wondering if you would like to pre-empt the next mission and leave today. The port will be open from tonight and remain open for eleven days."

Sharven was handed a report, which he opened up and read. Both the other orca's stood and respectfully waited. After a few minutes of reading the report, Sharven sighed.

"Feel up to a little excursion, my pet? I wasn't expecting this for another fourty days, but we can't pass this up. I'd rather not leave you at home in someone else's care right now."

Pavlor nodded. There was a sudden electrical thrill that raced through him. Being back on a ship, going to some unknown planet. It was a little dizzying to him, like a child being let loose in a gigantic toy store.

"OK, OK, don't let your eyes pop out of your head." Sharven's hand reached up and scratched firmly between his pet's ears. "Let's head to my office to get some paperwork down." He then turned to the other two, "Report back and tell Jack I'll be ready in four hours." The two nodded and headed off down the hall.

They walked down the hallways, turning at different junctions until they reached a door with Sharven's name upon it. It opened without any prompting and they stepped inside.

The office was rather large; a huge desk was at the far side of the room and the backdrop of a realistic and moving beachfront and a nearly clear blue sky. The light from this "window" was just like the sunlight outside, filtering in and giving the whole place a very tropical feel. Upon the desk was a phone-like device with several buttons and a few flashing red lights. Papers were very neatly stacked in trays, a small organizer held what looked like pens, a compass and some rulers. A large screen was displaying a few charts that Pavlor couldn't understand. Along one wall was a burgundy wood bookshelf that held all sorts of different binders and books. And finally two comfortable looking black chairs, one behind and one in front of the desk.

Sharven took a seat at his desk and immediately started working, typing away on the desk, but Pavlor could see no sign of a keyboard or other such device.

A few awkward minutes passed for the canine until the door opened behind him, making him jump and skitter out of the way. An orca entered, dressed in a deep blue suit. He ignored Pavlor and walked up to the desk, standing silently. Sharven took a moment before speaking, not looking up from his screen.

"Vish," Sharven spoke, "this is my pet. I want you to take him down to the common room, let him relax and play with some of the others there. I want you to supervise him, make sure he's not bothered or molested unduly." He looked up, handing a blue circular badge. "He's a very well behaved pet, so pin this to his harness and leave his muzzle here."

The orca took the pin, turned to Pavlor and walked up to him calmly. He put his hand out, as if offering to take the canine's. Pavlor reached his paw up and put it in the strong hand of the orca's. Vish then slipped the small badge onto the harness and slipped off the muzzle, leaving it on the empty chair.

"Pet, this is Vish, he's my personal assistant here. He's going to help keep you occupied while I fill out some forms and get ready for the mission. He's going to be with you, if you need anything," Sharven's voice changed and repeated the word, re-emphasizing it, "anything at all, you speak to Vish. There are a few pets down there probably, and a few interesting forms of entertainment. I'm sending him with you to make sure you wont be overwhelmed by all the others down there, and he will answer any questions you have." Sharven then returned to his screen and began to hurriedly type away.

Vish gripped the canine's hand just a bit tighter and he spoke with a very deep voice, "You want to walk down with me?"

Pavlor blushed and grinned, then nodded his head.

"OK, let's go." Vish smiled and led Pavlor out the door.

They started walking down the corridors, hand in hand. Vish immediately started talking. "I heard what the security guard said to you. Sharven told me in his page. I'm sorry he did that; a few of us don't see pets as anything but property. But that's not the major consensus.

"We're going to be going up a level, to the recreation room. There's quite a few different things there, and that badge you have will give you access to them all, so don't be shy and ask about anything you are curious about, OK?"

Pavlor nodded.

"Oh, come now," Vish said, "Can't tell me your muzzle doesn't speak." His voice was tainted with jovial sarcasm.

"Yeah, OK."

"That's better," Vish smiled. They talked a bit more, Vish explaining some of the games down there, the food service windows and some of the public and private booths for engaging in sex. "Sharven told you I'll help with anything you need, and he meant it. So don't be at all shy, OK?"

"OK."

"You can call me Vish, I wont bite you for it."

"OK, Vish."

"That's better."

They entered the elevator and went up one floor.

The doors opened onto a large area, almost like the inside of an arcade, except without the loud music, dark lighting and flashing lights. Vish brought him over to a window where he punched up some snacks for them. A panel opened to reveal a bowl of deep yellow chips, thick and covered in an orange melted goop. Vish took the bowl and offered some to Pavlor.

They tasted exactly like the nachos Pavlor used to get at a restaurant back home, though a tad saltier. They walked over to a table and ate while Pavlor looked around at the room. There was a set of tall arcade-like boxes with joysticks, buttons and keypads on one side, each screen was displaying a colorful set of sprites and words, some with ships zooming around and shooting, others with icons that the canine couldn't quite make out. Against the other wall was a set of sliding doors spaced a good ten feet from each other with hand panels next to them. As he watched an orca with his pet were walking into the dark room of one of the booths.

"Those are the private rooms," Vish said as he munched away, watching Pavlor looking around. "They are programmed for many different activities, not just sex. There are some games over there if you want to try them."

"What kinds of games?"

"Hrm, the planet you are from has a few good ones we took. I'm sure you can find them in the archives. Just go up to one and tell it what you want to play."

Pavlor looked around at the room, his eyes kept returning to the private booths though. He was beginning to feel a bit embarrassed while he was sitting there; his pouch was straining hard against the erection it was containing.

"Or maybe you need some release?"

Pavlor looked at Vish, and though he couldn't see it himself, his facial expression was all the answer the orca needed.

"OK, come on," Vish said, standing up and bringing Pavlor over to a door. None of the others in the room seemed to pay them any attention, but still the canine felt like he was walking up to the doors of a porn store in the afternoon sun. They reached a door and stopped, the panel next to it glowing a soft blue. "Is there anything in particular you feel up for? Maybe a fantasy or some sort of situation you've always wanted to try being in?"

The question sparked a thought that ran smack into Pavlors imagination. Like a bullet train the idea sprung into his head. A button on his pouch snapped as the pressure from his erection was finally too much for it to contain, the sound of it breaking him from his reverie.

"I... umm," he said, looking up to see if what he might ask would be acceptable to the orca. In a low whisper he said, "I like machines."

Vish leaned in, turning his head slightly, "I didn't quite catch what you said, and you need to speak up a little. Don't be afraid."

Pavlor swallowed hard, leaned in closer and with a bit more volume said, "Machines."

"Hrm," Vish said, a very noticeable grin crossing his face. "Machines huh? Well, I have a personal program that I have built that I think you might like. You want to try that?"

Pavlor barely had the strength to nod his head, it seemed all the energy was being sapped from him at the thought of what he might just be able to do in that room.

Vish pulled out a card from his pocket and pressed it against the plate. It shifted from blue to orange. "Program Mecha-1," Vish said. The panel began to blink, taking a moment or two before it turned green and the door opened.

It was dark inside, as if the light from the room from the outside couldn't quite make it past the doorway. Vish stepped in, looking back and smiling. "Come on, its OK, I think you'll like it. The room stays dark to keep things private from anyone who might happen to look. Its quite safe."

Pavlor stepped inside, feeling his heart thumping rapidly. A foot inside and the door closed behind them. A spotlight above came on, illuminating the two of them. Vish was taking off his clothes, dropping his rubber clothing to the side. When he was done, he reached over and took off Pavlor's harness and pouch, leaving him naked and almost with a full knot.

"You ready? If you want to stop the program, all you have to do is say 'Stop Program', but I doubt you'd want that."

"Yes, I am." Pavlor was restraining from grabbing himself to stroke his dick he was so excited. His muzzle had gone almost completely dry.

"Program Commence."

The lights in the room suddenly lit up. Before Pavlor could even blink, metal claws with rubbery-soft pads reached out, grappling him by the neck, arms and waist. He blinked his eyes and saw that Vish was similarly gripped; a thick collar was around his neck, exactly like the one around his own.

Another mechanical arm came out; this one had two padded rods about shoulder length apart. The slipped easily between Vish's under arms, lifting him up and placing him on a conveyor belt a few feet away. Pavlor watched as the orca was made to kneel on the padded belt, the arms holding him fastening his arm-restraits to the belt, and then attaching straps from the conveyor to his legs. After securing Vish in a kneeling position with his legs spread, it was Pavlors turn.

They conveyor moved one length and then placed the canine down. He was restrained as well, and then the machine went silent for a moment.

"Doing OK?" Vish asked, turning his head a little to look at Pavlor.

"Yes," he replied, his voice quaking with a mixture of lust and uncertainty.

The conveyor began to move, inching them closer to a set of rubbery tendrils limply hanging from two metallic boxes, one on each side of the belt. As Vish entered their reach, they slithered up, poking and stroking against his flesh like they were noticing him for the first time. They slid around his body slowly, reading in whatever data they seemed to be collecting. One slid up quickly, pushing into his mouth and then the whole black tendril pulsed while Vish swallowed. While he was being fed, one of the tendrils slipped around his tail, pulling it upwards while another, thinner one slipped up inside him and then shuddered as it filled his cavity. A moment later, it shrunk as it pulled out the fluids, leaving the orca's internal cavity clean.

The tendrils slipped away, and it was Pavlors turn to be accosted. They began rubbing over his body, taking their time as it determined his shape, the length of his fur, and how he was positioned.

The tendril that had fed Vish now pushed against his lips, but he was resistant to take whatever it was into his muzzle. A few, firm pokes and prods still left the canine's muzzle closed, eliciting a new, thinner tendril to slip up and slowly pry his jaws apart. The tendril pushed in and the flat one that had just opened his muzzle slipped around it, keeping his mouth closed firmly. A warm, thick fluid spat out into his muzzle, warming his throat and tongue. It tasted just like semen, and Pavlor swallowed it. He was rewarded by feeling a tendril pull his tail up and another slipped easily up into his body. A warm gush of fluid filled him, stretching his inner folds slightly before it was emptied back out.

After a good fifteen swallows of the cum-like fluid, the tendrils left his muzzle. His body felt warm and tingly as the conveyor moved again. His ears perked up as he heard Vish moaning. The conveyor was now keeping the orca in a shower of thick, pearly fluids, spraying at him from all different angles from penis-shaped probes.

Pavlor was caught off guard as something slipped up and sprayed a warm, soapy fluid into his back and chest fur. He looked down and saw the hands of the machine soaking and scrubbing his fur pleasantly. They scratched, stroked and worked his fur, getting him all soaped up before spraying him with warm water to rinse him off.

Once rinsed, the conveyor moved again, this time Vish disappeared behind a metallic door, leaving Pavlor to be soaked with the pearly fluids. The hoses came down around him, at least a dozen or more, each shaped like a different species' penis. They swelled and pulsed in a realistic fashion, spraying the canine's now clean fur with the fluids. It soaked into his wet fur, dripping down his face and over his body. His dick was fully hard and knotted, displayed before him and ignored by the machine's current attentions.

The spurting flow stopped and the metallic door slid open, moving him into the darkness.

Pavlor was panting hard, licking his lips of the thick fluid that clung there and feeling his body becoming sticky from the coating. Another probe pressed up against his tail, spitting out thick, heavy gobs of some lubricant before poking up inside him slowly. His ears twitched as he heard a long, drawn out groan from Vish, the sound coming from ahead of him instead of beside him.

The probe pushed up slowly, poking against his tailhole and pushing a little deeper with each smooth thrust. The conveyor moved again, the probe remaining against his hole and spreading him ever wider. Light greeted him as he rounded a corner, now able to see Vish.

While Pavlor was being slowly spread, arms from the machine had lifted up the orca, holding him spread-eagle vertically. A set of goggles was covering his eyes and pads were held against his ear-holes. He was shuddering with pleasure as rubber-padded arms and fingers slid across his body and the probe was screwing his ass with animalistic speed. His dick was hovering and wriggling before him as a tube came up and quickly sucked down on the end, taking the full length inside itself.

Pavlor was forced to watch as Vish was brought to a body-jerking orgasm, his voice crying out loudly as his cock expelled its semen. He was held and milked, drawing out his muscle-spasms until he was shaking and twitching from the over stimulation. The tube pulled off his dick and the probe slid from his ass. He was placed, unrestrained, on his back on the conveyor. The goggles were pulled off and he was left panting with a smile.

The belt moved, bringing Pavlor into reach, and his eyesight was quickly cut off as the goggled were placed on his eyes. He then felt the warm, fuzzy covering of headphones being fitted around his ears, and all went silent.

An image appeared before him, three-dimensional. It was of a huge horse dick, throbbing and spitting a load of cum right at him. He winced, expecting it t hit him, but it was just an image. The sound of a horse whickering in orgasm flittered into his headphones. The probe inside his now stretched ass began to thrust into his, expanding into the shape of a horse.

The image shifted, showing now a close-up of a wolf breeding another male wolf, the knot pushing rudely against the lube-slicked anus. Arms began to rub against his sticky fur, teasing and stroking his body. The images shifted again, watching an orca getting his dick worked on by a lizard, then shifting to three felines, one being mounted both in his ass and muzzle. Image after image flashed before him, the sounds in his ears matching the video.

His body was shuddering, tensing up as the need ravaged his body; still his knotted dick was left alone. Arms pulled him up and spread-eagle. The probe in his ass screwed him ever more feverishly. Suddenly the images stopped shifting, showing his own body, held up and being molested by the machine. He groaned loudly as the tube came out, hovering a few inches from his dick, the end opened and flared, dripping its lubricant. He whined and grunted, watching as the machine fucked and teased him. Suddenly the tube suctioned itself over his cock, pulling it inside and gripping firmly behind his knot.

The tube throbbed, pulled and stroked his flesh, bringing about his orgasm rapidly. The tube was pulling and suctioning away the semen that he was expelling, his muzzle wide open and groaning out loudly, his voice being echoed back into his head, hearing his groans delayed by half a second.

After a few minutes, his orgasm finally subsided, leaving him feeling euphoric and spent. The machine placed him gently onto the conveyor belt, lifting away his restraints, goggles and headset. The belt moved him under a shower of warm water, rinsing off his body and removing every ounce of sticky fluid. He was then brought to the end of the belt, where Vish had already gotten up and dried himself with a towel.

Pavlor was helped to his feet and dried by the orca, who was grinning at him.

"Did you enjoy my program?" Vish asked, using one hand to keep Pavlor up on his feet and the other drying him off.

"Yeah," Pavlor replied with a tired voice. "How did you get this room like that?"

"Ah, that's a trade secret," Vish replied, finishing with Pavlor's towel and dropping it to the side. He picked up the canine's harness and helped put it back on.

"Do you have any other, ummm, programs?"

"I have a few dozen written."

"Can I see them?"

"Not right now. I don't have time to show you another, and you need to recharge before you can cum again anyways. Don't want you running dry on your owner now, do I?"

The door slid open and the two walked back out into the game room, where the clock showed they had about an hour before they needed to be back.