R&D
#5 of Undersourcing
Two updates in as many weeks? How crazy is that? And the longest one by far. When inspiration hits me it seems it hits like a dump truck. Didn't mean to do so much, but just kinda kept going. As always, enjoy.
Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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A warm ray of sunshine filtered in through a large open window as dawn broke. The beam of light crawled through the bedroom until it eventually reached Milo's face, causing him to open his eyes. His first thought was along the lines of confirming that sleep is still a possibility. It would be a nice luxury on occasion, but realistically, unless it was somehow a necessity, it'd probably be for the best if he didn't waste time that could be better spent doing anything else. Still, a restful sleep in a luxurious silken bed was exactly what he needed to recharge himself. Plus, he fucked the kangaroo pretty raw before nodding off, probably at least five or six times. Maybe more, he thought, seeing the kangaroo's reddened, gaping, cum drenched tailhole.
At some point he must have kicked Conrad out of the bed, since the last thing he remembered before fading out was spooning the groaning roo while still deep inside him. There was something else that happened during the night... what was it... Suddenly, he remembered being woken up by Conrad trying to either strangle or beat him to death with his forcibly bent elbows. Giving up that approach, the kangaroo started to turn around, maybe to try stabbing him with his toe claws. Milo merely laughed and shocked him until he fell off the bed, chest on the floor, ass in the air, before falling back to sleep. The kangaroo must have passed out as well, since he was still in the same position.
That's not to say Milo minded that it happened, really. On the contrary, he was pleased. There was no harm done, and it wouldn't be quite as fun tormenting the roo if he knew there wasn't any fight left. Still, there's something to be said for having a completely obedient pet. All things in time. Anyway, Milo figured he should probably get up and start his day.
Sitting up in the bed, Milo noticed that the kangaroo's stomach had become somewhat rounded, maybe bloated. He really must have let him have it last night. The moment he thought the word 'stomach,' his own belly let out a rumble. Realizing he hadn't eaten anything since before he died, breakfast sounded like a good way to start the day.
"What would you like for breakfast, sir?" asked a voice off to the side of the bed.
Milo screamed and fell out of the bed. It seems that little visit from Avarice completely undid the effort he put into not reacting with terror due to mild surprise. He'd have to thank him for that, should they ever cross paths again. While he rubbed his head, Bridget ran over to help him to his feet.
"Are you alright, sir? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she said with an embarrassed blush.
"Is there a specific reason you all do that? Can't you just approach me from the front like a normal person? Come ON!" Seeing Bridget biting her lip, looking as contrite as possible, he calmed himself down. "Sorry, no, it's not you, just happening a bunch to me lately. Just, try not to sneak up on me, alright?"
"I'll do my best, sir. Now, back to the matter at hand, what did you want for breakfast?"
Milo narrowed his gaze at her and stared for a few minutes.
"How did you know I wanted breakfast? Cards on the table, did I make you psychic or something?" he asked with a suspicious stare.
"Well sir, it's the morning, and people in the throne room could have heard your stomach growling. It doesn't take a psychic to figure that out."
"Okay... if you say so. So, what are my options?"
"Anything, the farm is completely up and running so you can have anything made fresh by the chef, or, of course, you can just instantly make whatever you want."
"I think I'd prefer to keep things real, you know, so have the chef make it. And I think I could really go for some scrambled eggs, that sound good? Iced tea to drink, too." She nodded and started to leave before Milo stopped her. "Wait, have you eaten yet?"
"No sir," she replied, shaking her head.
"Go ahead and order yourself something, we can eat in here and discuss plans for the morning. That sound good?"
"Of course sir, I'll be back in a moment," she said with a smile before leaving through the large wooden chamber doors.
Milo, now having some time to burn, walked over to the window to survey his domain. His bedroom was on the ground floor so it wasn't the best vantage point, but he was still taken aback by the glory of it all. The farm was abuzz with activity. There were plenty of staff and residents to keep fed, so he doubted it would ever quiet down. He wasn't exactly planning on giving high quality feed to the damned, he could liquefy bricks, call it nutrient feed, and it would have the same effect as actual food. But for the sake of realism, he'd prefer to give them a simple vegetable and protein paste, something simple to make the sheer volume less of an issue.
Nearby the farm, the waters of a large lake idly lapped at the shore surrounding it. Milo didn't remember making a lake... odd... at least it should be a nice place to relax occasionally, so he couldn't complain. The sound of the kangaroo stirring drew his attention. He must have had a good dream, since he looked almost surprised to be back here. Stepping over to the roo, Milo reached down, grabbed his chin, and locked eyes with him.
"You know, I thought it over a bit, Connie, and I'm not mad at you for attacking me last night." The kangaroo tried to swear at him, voicing outrage at the audacity that damn weasel had to think he had any right whatsoever to be mad at him. The weasel was the sole aggressor here, in his eyes. Milo, ignoring his attempted protest, simply smiled. "In fact, you've been such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward."
Conrad froze. There was no way this could be anything good, and he refused to consider the possibility that anything could get any worse. They both turned to look at the chamber doors as they reopened.
"Bridget, perfect timing. Would you mind getting the groomers in here? I think Connie here deserves a reward." She smiled, nodded, and ducked back out of the room. Milo shot him an unsettling grin before walking back to the window. The courtyard was beautiful, but the feeling of the sun on his face again, he had forgotten just how wonderful that felt.
Some time late the door once again opened. This time, however, Bridget was followed in by a hulking duo, one a Clydesdale, and the other some kind of a bluish shark. Milo walked over to greet them and shook their hands. They were both at least 7 feet tall, Milo having to severely crane his neck just to make eye contact.
"So, what're your names?"
"Burt," the Clydesdale responded with a low rumble.
"And I'm Cecil," the shark said through a particularly toothy grin.
"Nice to meet the two of you." Milo looked behind them and noticed a server carrying his food. "Ah, sorry to cut this short, but your client is Connie, the kangaroo over there." He slipped Burt a small paper with instructions written out. The horse read the paper and quietly grunted, while the shark merely grinned at the roo, making his blood run cold. "You can go ahead and take him back into the bathroom, everything you need should be in there. And feel free to have some fun with him after you're finished... actually, scratch that, you should probably do it before cleaning him, right?" The horse snorted, walked over to the roo, picked him up by the base of his tail, and dragged him into the bathroom."
"He doesn't mean any offense, just not a big talker," clarified Cecil before leaving to join the horse.
"One other thing, his rings give proximity shocks if he gets too far from me. I switched them over to you while you work. Just wanted to let you know." Cecil nodded with a small grin before joining Burt and the roo in the bathroom.
The server had finished laying out their breakfasts, leaving with a polite bow. Milo and Bridget sat down to eat. The food was wonderful, same as the sunlight. Milo had forgotten just how much he missed the simple things he never appreciated the same way while alive. He quickly finished the pile of eggs and his glass of tea, ravenously tearing through them. Bridget politely ate her fill, after that point mostly waiting for Milo to finish. Milo sat back in his chair, groaning, but satisfied. The were both startled by a howl coming from the bathroom, but neither thought any more of it.
"So, what's the plan for today?" asked Milo while patting his belly.
"It's up to you sir. I think the best option for today is to check out the R&D wing you created. The castle decor is a bit sparse, they might have developed some ideas you can use."
Milo leaned back in his chair to think for a moment.
"You mean the dungeon, right? I didn't know I called it R&D to anyone else..." Once again he found himself staring at his assistant. "Whatever, I know what you mean. Sounds good to me." He stood up, stretched out his back, and put on his robes. "You ready?"
Bridget stood up as well, both leaving through the chamber doors.
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The throne room orgy had subsided at some point during the night. Or at least had spread more evenly throughout the castle. Some of the statues were still being used, some were being cleaned. Others had changed position from where the were last night. Milo made it so they would occasionally swap pedestals if not in use, just to make sure nothing got stagnant.
He passed by the wolfess from last night, the one he last saw Chas approach. Her eyes were open, but she looked rather vacant. Apparently the goat had spent most the night with her, as almost her entire body had swelled to an impossible, almost boulder-like size from being pumped full of an ocean of cum. Even the gag down her throat had some oozing out past its rim, forced up through her throat.
The possum and fox duo were still here, but now working to clean her up.
They were taking turns squeezing her stomach and carrying the buckets worth of the spunk dripping out of her tailhole to be disposed of. Walking up to them as they worked, Milo signaled to get their attention.
"Sorry to interrupt, but what were your names?" Milo chose not to extend his hand, noting their currently cum-drenched coats.
"I'm Fiona," responded the possum with a polite smile, while continuing to work.
"And I'm Gilfryd," added the fox, giving a slight, casual salute. Milo shook his head.
"Where do I keep getting these names?" Milo muttered to himself. The possum and fox both looked quizzically at him. "Never mind. Is it alright if I call you Fred?"
The fox shrugged.
"Fine by me."
"Well, I'd like to talk to the two of you again later, remind me about that, would you?"
Both Fiona and... Fred responded with a quick "Yes sir!"
Milo gave a polite nod, then went on his way to the dungeon alongside Bridget.
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As it turned out, the only way to get to the dungeon was to take the an elevator from the lobby. Milo thought he had made a direct route to get there from the throne room, but that didn't seem to be the case. In retrospect he liked the idea of keeping the dungeon as a completely distinct part of the castle. That didn't make waiting for a damn elevator any less irritating. Idly drumming his fingers on the wall for a few moments, he suddenly remembered he didn't need to wait. Years of working in an office had desensitized him to this particular situation, damn force of habit. Sighing at his own stupidity, he turned to the wall, pressed his hand flat against it, and stepped back as the wall opened to show a private elevator. A few members of the crowd grumbled a bit at this, but mostly they just ignored it. The doors closed with a ding after he pressed the button for D1.
"Remind me to do something about that later. There must be a better way to handle things than elevators, you know? Maybe teleporters? There'd still need to be a lot, but space isn't an issue." Bridget clicked her pen, then scribbled in her notebook for a moment.
"Noted."
"Would you rather have you own tablet or something a little more advanced?" he asked while the elevator quietly hummed around them.
"I'm fine, thank you," she said with a polite smile. "Sometimes the old school can be nice, right?"
Milo agreed, and the elevator doors opened with another ding. Contrary to the more traditional dungeon he expected, they stepped out into a massive open hangar-like facility with open walls forming a series of hallways. As they marveled at the facility, they were approached by some sort of a white avian in a long open lab coat and suit.
"Greetings Milo and Bridget, wonderful to see you here to visit!" he almost cheered, shaking Milo's, and the Bridget's hands.
"I must admit, this isn't what I expected at all. I'm not criticizing, I was just expecting a dungeon to be a bit more, you know, dungeony."
"Oh, don't worry, the lower floors all have a more traditional style to them, used for training, punishment, modifications, what-have-you. The top level here is more of a show room, so to speak. Bridget sent word ahead that you wanted some ideas for decor, so we brought up some examples to show you. Oh, and I almost forgot to introduce myself! My name is Dr. Crane, I'm more or less in charge of running things here." Milo gave a small laugh.
"Sorry, a crane named Dr. Crane, that just struck me as funny, if not terribly imaginative on my own part," he explained, trying to stifle another chuckle.
"I'm an egret," the doctor replied, crossing his arms. Milo's eyes widened. He hated making mistakes like this, especially knowing how sensitive he was about his own species. A few more moments of silence passed before the egret cleared his throat. "Alight, moving on." He led the weasels through a nearby door. "I thought we could start with some wall decorations. These are all functional as well since they also act as light sources. They should help to reduce some of the gloom and darkness in that old throne room of yours."
They approached the first 'model,' a doe hanging upside-down by a chain around her ankles. Her arms were held behind her back in a binder, which was then hooked back to the chains around her ankles forcing her into a backwards arch. A large ballgag kept any complaints muffled. While he couldn't see her vagina from this vantage point, he assumed she had some form of chastity on. Both of her nipples had rings pierced through them, with cords leading to an apparatus holding a light bulb. She looked up at Milo with a pleading expression, which was promptly ignored.
"This is one of our simpler designs. Good light provider, plus extremely painful for the subject. Works equally well for males or females," the bird said before walking to the next model.
The second model consisted of a male wolf hanging by his wrists, face against the wall. His ankles, in a similar fashion to the doe's wrists, were chained back to the hook holding his wrists. A spreader bar between his knees kept his legs apart. He had the same kind of ballgag as the doe, and he most definitely had a shining silver chastity cage over his sheath. A small stretching device forced his balls away from his body, placing them directly in the path of dripping wax from a long candle, the holder of which was shoved up his ass.
"This ones is pretty much for males only. It's somewhat high maintenance and doesn't produce as much light as an incandescent bulb, but the hot dripping wax will get you some wonderful gagged screams, if you're into that sort of thing." Milo nodded appreciatively as they continued on.
The next display, unlike the other two, had a thick wooden beam sticking out of the wall as a base. The beam was several feet long with its end capped by a piece of metal tipped with a hook. Dangling from that hook was a distressed male squirrel, hanging in a reverse arch by the chains between shackles connecting his wrists and ankles. Naturally he was fitted with a chastity cage, with an additional ring looping around his balls and a small loop at the tip. A circular wooden rim holding a series of small light bulbs was hanging from a cord running from that loop, as well as two more cords running from rings pierced through both of his nipples.
Milo was immediately enamored of this design. Aside from the wooden beams blending in perfectly with the gray stone walls of his throne room, the agony written on the squirrel's face was, for lack of a better work, delicious. He couldn't even struggle without causing the small chandelier to sway, tugging his nipple piercings and chastity and worsening his predicament.
"Ah, I see you like this one then, hm? That's a good thing since we only have 3 examples to show for wall lighting," smiled the doctor.
"Really? Only three?" asked Milo with a hint of concern.
"Considering we've only existed for a day I think we did fairly well for ourselves."
Milo was stunned by that last statement.
"You... know you're just a construct?"
"Of course, we all know. It's not like it's a secret, you know." Bridget nodded along while Milo's confusion deepened.
"Then why..." he started to ask before being interrupted by the egret.
"Because you didn't create us to dwell on existential angst, the meaning of afterlife, or any of that nonsense. We're fully aware of what we are and where we're going, we just choose to live for the moment. We're all minor aspects of Lust anyway, so even if we cease to exist, really, we still do so long as he does."
The tone of the conversation had suddenly gotten disturbingly serious, so Milo tried to change the subject.
"Should we be talking about this kind of thing around... you know..." said Milo, pointing discretely at the dangling squirrel staring at them.
"Oh, don't worry. Every soul here is fitted with earplugs, so unless we need to talk to them, they won't be hearing anything."
Milo realized that he probably should have done something like that with the statues. No matter.
"Bridget, could you make a note to have the staff add those kind of earplugs to all of the statues?"
"I already did, sir," she replied with a smile. Milo eyed her a bit suspiciously for a few seconds before getting back on track.
"Anyway, may I have my tablet?" Seeing that she was already holding it out to him, before he even started to ask, he simply shrugged and chose to just accept it. Taking his tablet, he hit a few buttons and a series of beams erupted from his throne room walls, each with a fresh soul dangling in the same fashion as the squirrel. "Alright, so, what's next?"
"Step over this way, we have a nice centerpiece chandelier to show you." They all walked over to another section of the show room, this one containing the aforementioned chandelier, far larger than he expected it to be.
There was a central vertical bar at the center with a cube shaped hub on the bottom. There were 4 male cats of different pedigrees, black housecat, cheetah, lion, and panther, each posted on one side of the hub by their mouths. Each had a peg and tube sticking down their throat with a strap wrapped behind their head to keep them in trapped in place. A large wooden wheel, probably 10 feet in diameter, was attached to the top center bar by a series of spokes. Each cat had their wrists tied behind their backs and their ankles bound and chained to wheel, causing them to hang at a 45 degree angle meeting face to face at the center hub. The same chastity cage that the squirrel wore was present on each cat. A smaller, but still heavy wooden ring holding more light bulbs was hanging below them, suspended by cords running up to the loops at the tip of their individual cages.
In an instant Milo knew he wanted this in his throne room. It was beautiful, everything great
about the wall lights he added but times 4.
"You're welcome to move this, as is, upstairs if you like. We're not hurting for subjects at the moment, after all." Milo gave an excited nod and turned to Bridget.
"Make sure to add another note to have some movers come and install this in the throne room. And yes, I know, you already did." Bridget chuckled while Doctor Crane gave a proud smile. "What next?"
"Alright, follow me around the corner here. We have a new idea for a urinal, if you aren't the squeamish sort, of course." Milo winced a bit, but he was learning to be a bit more open minded. It was worth a look.
They passed through a curtained area to see a skunk kneeling on the floor, ankles and knees both bolted down with metal shackles, and arms in a binder behind his back. A cage on his cock had a tube running out of the tip into the floor, and a thick buttplug stuck to the floor held him flush with the ground. A ring gag kept his mouth open, but the thing that was most notable of all was a neck brace to keep his head still, complete with a cone, similar to the kind a feral dog would have after surgery, attached to it. His eyes showed pure panic, clearly knowing the purpose of all his gear.
"I'll admit, in life this fellow had kidnapped a few people and did this to them, among other things, so it wasn't our idea or anything. But, you know, whatever works, right?" the doctor asked with a shrug. Milo couldn't argue. No harm in being pragmatic.
"Mind if I give it a spin? I haven't gone since last night, now that I think about it." The skunk's eyes almost bugged out of his skull. If his neck wasn't held in place he'd be shaking his head frantically, but all he could do was gurgle an incoherent protest. Milo walked up, fished his cock out of his robes, and released a stream of piss into the cone. Initially his stream went right into the skunk's eyes, but he angled a bit lower to hit the open gag directly. He swore he kept going for a solid minute before looking down and seeing the cone had filled almost to the rim, despite the skunk desperately gulping down as fast as he could to keep from drowning in piss. A thought struck Milo.
"I never really bothered to ask, what happens if a soul dies here?"
"Strictly speaking," replied the doctor, "souls here can't die. He may think he does, but he doesn't need oxygen any more than you do." Milo had a blank expression on his face. "You... you don't need oxygen either."
"Yeah... force of habit is a killer here, isn't it?"
"Hm. Anyway, if he drowned, it wouldn't really have an effect. He can't die, even if he believes he has. The concept doesn't exist here, so he'll just be alive, struggling with piss in his lungs. Same as if a soul receives damage or wounds, they'll keep whatever wounds they have, but they won't die. You can, if you want, unsummon them back into stasis, and resummoning them will have them back at their default, like a hard reset. But then any physical modifications would be gone too. It's a case by case thing more than anything."
"Thanks for the info, seems like something I should have asked earlier on." He saw that the skunk had almost completely gulped down the entirety of the cone, gasping heavily and looking traumatized, or maybe just about to be sick. Holding his tablet up again, he hit a few buttons and looked back up. "Alright, I summoned a bunch more of these in the central bathroom upstairs. Have this guy moved into my personal bathroom too." Milo couldn't tell if the skunk was crying or the red eyes were a result of pissing directly into them, but he was happy either way. He noticed another curtain off to the side and walked over. "Is this another..." he began to ask while opening the curtain. A particular smell struck him, turning his face green, and he quickly closed the curtain. "On second thought, I think I'd rather some things remain unexplored...." He walked back in a daze.
"Heh. We'll make a note of the for the future. Well, if you follow me there's an outdoor decoration you might like." Milo followed silently.
They walked into a small alcove that held a short pedestal and a bright hanging light. A large horse was lying on his back on the pedestal, each limb secured to a different corner at its base, with another shackle around his neck, keeping his head over the edge. A ring gag kept his mouth open, and a large circular stone slab rested on his hips. The horse's cock was poking through the center, sticking straight up with a long, oddly shaped vibrating cage keeping him erect. A series of roman numerals were listed around the edge, causing Milo to realize that this was a sundial, the bright light acting as the sun, casting a shadow to the V.
"We needed a longer fellow for this one to work, so we picked a horse. He, unlike most, has enough room to get erect, but the cage will never allow release, so it still works. And his mouth is available to anyone that might want to use it."
"I didn't want any clocks, but this I like. It'll look beautiful in the courtyard, I must say. Add it to the list to move upstairs," Milo said with an approving look.
"Good, good. Now, please follow me. This one should should be a good addition to your dining room."
Milo's eyes widened, the egret definitely had his attention. They approached a group of three extremely large breasted women, each with their legs embedded in the wall up to their knees. They were all in arm binders hanging from hooks higher up in the wall. A thick, tight, black hood was pulled over their heads obscuring their species. Best as Milo could figure from their markings and general outline, they were a panda, a brown cow, and a red wolf. They each had the traditional set of chastity piercings locking their pussies shut, plus a quietly humming plug in their rears. Tubes led from suction cups on their nipples to a junction device in front of each, with a spigot at the bottom of the device. There was a stack of cups off to the side, confirming what Milo was thinking. This was a milk bar.
"This is a milk bar," explained the doctor as Milo grinned at his own cleverness. "With three different flavors, plain from the panda, chocolate from the cow, and strawberry from the wolf. They're color coded, get it? Go ahead, try them out."
Milo grabbed a cup and walked up to the wolf. Placing a cup under the spigot, he pressed a button on the device and it whirred to life. The wolf gave a muffled moan through her hood as the suction kicked in, starting a flow of pink fluid down the tubes. After a few moments his glass filled up and the device turned off. He gave the glass a quick sniff before taking a sip.
"That. Was. Delicious!. This is incredible, how did you make it work?"
"Honestly, we just gave them injections in each of their breasts and told them they were nanites that'd alter their body chemistries, some cock and bull story. We purposely picked ones that were exceptionally gullible, you know. Better to save the easily susceptible ones for these purposes." While the doctor answered his question, Milo completely finished his glass. He placed the glass in a trash hole and looked back at the doctor.
"This is definitely in. Actually, add it next to my throne if you would, Bridget. I think I'll be using it a lot," he said with a big grin. "What's next?"
"I regret to say that this is all we have to show by way of decor, so far. As I said, we've only been at this for less than a day, so..." Milo cut him off.
"No, no, don't worry, I'm impressed as hell. Where is everybody else, anyway?"
"They're all in the lower levels working on new projects, we didn't really need more than one to give a tour, and, well, I am the leader anyway," he said with a chuckle.
"Well, it was night to meet you Dr. Crane," said Milo, stretching his arm out to the egret. "Sorry again about the awkwardness at the start. And I look forward to seeing what else you all develop."
"No worries sir, and I'm looking forward to our future developments as well. Please stop by again anytime." Milo nodded and headed back to the entrance with Bridget. "Well, we should probably check in with Connie, I'm sure the groomers are done by now." They got back into the elevator, hit lobby, and soon arrived back at the main level.
They both headed back to his bedroom, but stopped as Milo noticed Chas was back in the throne room. He was in the midst of fucking the ass of one of the living statues, this time a female gator. Milo approached the goat, almost hypnotized by the outline of his cock bulging out of her stomach repeatedly.
"Back again, huh?"
"I never left," the goat responded without breaking his rhythm.
"Not making it easy on the cleaners, huh?"
The goat smiled.
"They are certainly earning their pay."
"Say, do you mind if I ask you something?" The goat simply grunted in response. "Alright. Why did Avarice flip out when you called him Julius? You seem to like being called Chas well enough."
The goat stopped pumping into the gator and looked over at Milo.
"The short answer is that it reminds him that he is not really one of us."
"Wh..."
"What I mean is, short version, once upon a time there were seven of us. Us, being the deadly sins, rulers of hell. Greed, Envy, Gluttony and I started taking in pure mortals as caretakers, proteges. At some point, Julius became the caretaker for Greed and managed to... usurp him, stealing his position, his realm, his power. I never found out how it happened. Then, later, he managed to Envy, stealing her essence as well. They were the only two of my siblings that I really got along with, so it was a devastating blow. The fact that there is nothing I can do about it... to this day it kills me. That is why I hate him, and he hates me because, well, he wants to absorb me next. Gluttony stopped
using caretakers altogether out of fear."
Milo was stunned. He had no idea how to respond to this new info, it was one of those things he wished he knew before agreeing to stay.
"Do not worry, he's been trying for a long time with no success."
"How is it even possible to steal your powers?" The goat's complexion darkened.
"You do not need to know."
After a heavy silence permeated the air, Milo cleared his throat and started to apologize before being stopped by the goat.
"No, I am sorry. This is a bit of a sore topic for me. I still have hopes of figuring out how I can free my real siblings, someday, but I do not know..."
"If I can ever help I think I'd like to... I don't much care for him either after that last meeting."
The goat smiled and went back to thrusting into the gator.
"Thank you, Milo," he said, smiling once again.
Milo nodded and continued with Bridget back to his room.
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The chamber doors creaked open as Milo and Bridget passed through. The shark was lying on the bed reading a... magazine? Where did he get a magazine? No matter. He looked over at the sound, seeing that his employers had returned.
"Good timing," said the shark with his signature toothy grin. "Burt's just finishing up with him now. HEY BURT! THEY"RE BACK!" he shouted over to the bathroom. Milo heard a grunt, obviously Burt's response, before the door opened and he emerged, the kangaroo reluctantly following behind him.
The kangaroo had been partially shaven, given a full body poodle style fur-cut, with the remaining fur completely dyed bright pink. There were occasional thick puffs of in certain spots, on his buttcheecks, around his shoulders, ankles, and wrists. Plus, his head fur was redone into a thick poodle puff, with extra little tufts at the tips of his ears. He had the same bindings as before, but the black leather was also replaced with pink. He also noticed the toeclaws, also painted pink had been dulled, just in case he tried to pull off any further attacks. The former alpha jock was now little more than a pink poodle pet, and Milo couldn't be happier. He leaned over to the shark and whispered a question.
"How did you grow his fur out? Just wondering, it seems everyone here knows useful little tricks from manipulating souls."
"Oh, we had a bottle of shampoo and told him it made fur grow, simple as that. Though, it was Burt's demonstration that really did it."
Milo looked over at the horse, who grunted and scratched at an oddly long patch of fur on his arm. He nodded in appreciation at their efforts.
"We fucked him before doing the cleaning too, as you asked, so he's spotless through and through."
"No problems with your friend there fitting?" asked Milo pointing a thumb in Burt's direction.
"Nope. Same deal as the shampoo actually, did a quick demonstration of the stretching qualities of the 'special' lube we had, and neither of us had any trouble fucking him silly."
Burt grunted again, this time scratching his ass. Milo was still impressed.
"Well, excellent job you two, Bridget will handle your payment. Now, I'd like to have some quality time with Connie here."
Conrad briefly looked up before sighing through his ring gag and resigning himself to his fate. The shark slid off the bed, giving Milo another toothy grin before giving a slight salute and leaving alongside Burt and Bridget.
Milo walked up to Conrad, smiling at how far he's fallen. He picked him up, heaved him onto the bed on his back, and dropped his robes onto the floor. Slowly climbing over the roo, he inched forward until he was hovering over him, nose to nose.
"You know what? Honestly, I think I love you Connie." Conrad's eyes widened in anger in confusion. "No, bad phrasing... I love hating you. That's it. I truly, truly, love how much I hate you. I've been having fun here, I've seen wonders, things I never coud've imagined before, but it all pales in comparison to making you suffer. I'll be here a long time, I'll make more wonders, do incredible things, but every day, without fail, I will find my way back to you. Find new ways to hurt you, strip away everything that made you, you. And I will love every moment of it. You are my anchor, Connie. You helped me find my way here, and I will always find my way back to you. And I love you for it."
Conrad was terrified. He had started crying in fear during Milo's little speech, which made him laugh.
"Oh, you love me too! That makes me so happy, I think you deserve another reward!" The kangaroo closed his eyes and tried to forget everything, while Milo slid back off of him. He was sitting between his bound legs, already having become fully erect while he was talking. He lined up his tip to the roo's tailhole, watching the still greasy ring easily spread around his length.
Milo let out a loud sigh of satisfaction, completely hilting himself in the somehow loose while still tight ass in a matter of seconds. He leaned forward placing his hand on the roo's shaved chest to prop himself up, hooking his thumbs through his nipple rings as an extra bit of stimulation. Getting a slightly higher angle, he began his thrusting, loudly moaning while tugging on the rings. He looked down as he thrust and saw the roo's cock, despite its chastity piercings, was attempting to swell to erectness only causing further discomfort. Grinning again, Milo changed his thrusts to be more from shallow gyrations of his hips, stroking the trapped cock and balls with his pelvic fur. After finally getting a long, frustrated groan from the roo, he switched back to full thrusts, increasing in speed until reaching his climax and cumming deep in his ass.
Milo pulled out of the sloppy tailhole, immediately sticking in two fingers. Swirling them around, he coated them both in his cum before pulling them out and wiping them off on the pink roo's forcibly exposed tongue. The roo was too tired to fight back, just accepting it with one last groan. Milo laughed again, hugging him close.
"You are mine forever, my little pet. I may loan you out constantly, but never forget I will always come back."
Conrad merely stared off into the distance.
With a broad, satisfied smile, Milo laid back on his bed, planning what to do with the rest of his day.