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Whenever western median showed those stereotypical markets---of stalls crammed together, overflowing with kitch, tons of languages being spoken at once, haggling and boasting---the film never translated the smell. All those species, under the hot sun in a hot country of people eating spicy foods full of fiber---it stank. They were also like many other markets in many other parts of the world: dirty, full of poor children begging for money, offering to carry your bags or shine your hooves or buff your horns, or just about anything else they could do to squeeze out one bit of currency.

Despite it all, Donovan enjoyed it. This was a different flavor of what he was used to. People pressed in concrete streets, shuffling in metal subways, the smell of confined bodies and urine, and while you'd have a few panhandlers playing music, you'd have far more just asking for handouts.

The ram was not here though for a reminder of home. Earplugs in, wallet strapped to his thigh, he was perusing the stalls for a souvenir. Despite regular work-related travel, he still never got over the touristy impulse to find a reminder of the trip, a story to go with it. Maybe it was his grandfather's suitcase with stickers from all over the world, or his dad---who had visited every tourist trap and amusement park and fruit stand in every neighboring state and the pictures to prove it---it was the wanderlust and some dorky need to celebrate it.

He stepped around a jackal woman perusing clearly knock-off Gouche purses when a flash caught his eye. On a blanket, between two much nicer stalls, flashed something red. Donovan stepped closer and found it was a gem, part of something. It looked so out of place amid the motley assortment on the blanket, half-hidden behind a Polaroid camera. Donovan leaned down and fished it out. A bottle. A very, very fine bottle of an intriguing, archaic shape, the glass wavy like it were to fit a hand with a dozen fingers. The glass was green, clear enough to show the smoky contents of something inside. Gold inlaid around the thing, showing no direct label, just fanciful designs. The ruby sat in the center of the bottle's stopper, which seemed to be sealed by the gold filigree. Donovan popped out an earplug and said, "How much?"

The one-legged mouse looked up at him, gawping at the bottle as though he'd never seen it. But his mouth quickly shut, and he named a piece that suggested the merchant hadn't gotten a good look at the bottle's beauty. A steal, in Donovan's estimation. But he haggled, only because if you don't, you look like a fool here. It's the way of things. Though he felt sorry for the one-legged guy, and played softball. it didn't help that the ram didn't speak the language anyhow, couldn't make the customary complaints. That cut the fun of the back-and-forth. Still, the merchant got a nice roll of bills, Donovan got his bottle, and he could leave.

Once bought, he tucked it under an arm, then stuffed it in a car, and finally set on the hotel's desk. There it sat as he continued to neglect it, not until he should be packing. When he surveyed the room though, a ray of sunlight slipped through the window cover, lighting the glass like a spotlight, making the gold glitter. He crossed, scooped it up, and spotted writing on it. To his surprise, he could make out clear words, but was... smudged. With an arm he rubbed it. Yes, the writing was English. "I call to thee..." he read aloud. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

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Time was a funny thing when you were stuck in a bottle. Aesha could never figure out how long she was trapped within it between the times she was finally freed. Though, from time to time she could tell that it wasn't more than a few years. After the first few dozen master's she didn't really care, though. The only bad part was that it was difficult to tell whether or not it was better to be in the bottle or out. She, however, didn't have the choice to decide. It was Donovan's.

As the ram rubbed the lamp with his arm, Aesha was waking from a deep slumber. The chains that bound her to the confines of the bottle disintegrated as he called her forth, and she was finally released. The stopper popped out from the top and released a plume of deep purple smoke. It swirled into a pillar before him before dissipating completely, and in its place stood the prisoner trapped within. A red panda, though she wasn't red at all, she was a light lavender, and the long tresses of hair that reached down to her lower back were dark purple. Her attire was simple. A broad white band that wrapped around her chest and a matching white loincloth hanging around her hips. Aesha stretched and yawned, first, not paying any mind to the ram who was probably wondering just what the fuck happened. Only after she rubbed her eyes did she finally acknowledge him.

A lazy yet mischievous smile curled her lips as she placed a hand on her hip, the other twirling a strand of hair. "Oh good, someone attractive this time," she said nonchalantly. "Before you ask any questions, let me get straight to the point," she started. It was easier to explain everything first so that way they could narrow down their questions later. "My name is Aesha. I have been a prisoner inside that bottle that you're holding for the better part of... oh say... 3000 years, give or take. That part doesn't matter, at least for you. You, sir, are the lucky guy that gets to be my master! Here's how it works. I'm only able to grant wishes of a sexual nature, of which you get three, but I can grant unlimited wishes as long as they only relate to me. So, say you wish to have an unlimited supply of money, I turn you into a successful pimp, that is one of your wishes. You wish for me to have wider hips---" a snap of her fingers and her hips swell out and become a voluptuously round shape, her ass even becoming bigger as well, accentuating her small waist, "or bigger breasts---" pointing to her breasts they grow at least twice their original size, straining the white band that kept them confined, "I can grant them all day long. Once you use up your three wishes, I go back in the bottle and you are no longer my master. No, I'm not invisible to others. Yes, I can change my appearance between the uses of your wishes unless you make it permanent until you use up your three wishes. No, I don't need to eat, but I like to. No, I wasn't purple before I was cursed, I was red, but purple is my favorite color. I was cursed because I refused to have sex with a sorcerer and as far as I know I'm not the only bottled prisoner out there. Yes, you can use one of your wishes to set me free, but I lose all magical properties and become a normal person."

Aesha huffed a sigh and flashed a sweet smile, now placing both hands on her hips. "So, master, any questions or wishes?"

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The bottle had a way of getting around. It didn't linger in one place too long; after that third wish, it would disappear. Things like Aesha's confines didn't get lost in the sea for centuries, they sought out to be found. Some might even say they sought out specific kinds of people, or at least were rather choosy with whose hands it fell into, but there was still quite a bit of luck involved.

Whatever the case, it had the same usual effect: a shocked expression on the Master's face that first time. Yeah, that's accurate. This time it was the ram, mouth open and properly gobspacked. Somewhere in the middle of her spiel he closed it. When it was over, he gave a simple, "Uh... huh." It was still a bit to process. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he'd have said the very idea was full of shit. Even now his brain was trying to convince him no, no this was absolutely ridiculous. He wasn't quite convinced, just yet.

"Unlimited wishes directed at you?" Upon the confirmation, he said, "Alright... I wish your hair was curly. No, not that much. There. And... half of it was red. Your right side." Now Aesha could see it dawn in his eyes, both believing in this situation, in her, and the obvious lust that came with it. "Besides the sexual thing, what are the limits of the wishes? I'm guessing... raise the dead, kill someone, etc?" He'd seen the movie as a kid. Not that he'd be wishing for any of those.

The ram also became more thoughtful. "Is there like a time limit that I have to make all three Wishes?" He didn't want to burn through them right away. Finally he looked around the room, then back at her. "Are you able to go back in the bottle before then? Because I have a plane to catch and unless you can pull a passport and airfare out of your cleavage, I think it's safer you travel in my carry-on."

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Aesha had seen the expression countless times before. The shock, the disbelief, then of course the random wishes that we're freebies to solidify what she had just explained. To humor him she changed her appearance to what he wanted. "Explaining the limits of various wishes is too much, but you can ask me what would happen if you were to wish for something and I'll tell you what you would get. I won't keep it a mystery. But I would appreciate it if you don't drag things along for too long. I can only handle being used for so long before I start getting anxious," she said, placing her cheek in the palm of her hand while her other arm wrapped loosely around her waist.

"It's bad enough being a prisoner inside of a bottle, but when you have to deal with being used again and again by a countless amount of master's, the longer you stick around the worse it gets..." she said, though she was a bit solemn. "I can be put back into the bottle. All you have to do is say the incantation that's written on it. Pretty easy to bring me along anywhere you go. But if you'd rather take me along outside of the bottle, I can easily produce whatever I would need to go wherever you are. However..." Aesha thought about the last time she was actually on a plane outside of the bottle. It didn't go over very well. "I think it'd be best to keep me in the bottle if you're flying. Last time I was on a plane... well, let's just say it didn't end well."

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He admired the changes, and the adjustments she'd made before. Curves indeed. Then his brows raised. Well. Asking what will happen first before getting a wish? Not a mystery? Media had led him astray.

For a moment Donovan felt bad for Aesha. Even guilty of wanting to use her. It sounded so very unhappy, despite her seemingly cheerful disposition. "I figure you can't say 'no', but that doesn't make me want to do it if you're not feeling it."

Then the mental image of an air-sick magical being flitted through his mind and that blew away the solemn taste in his mouth. "No harm on leaving you out till we get there. Tho putting you back in might draw attention?" He said as he went around packing things. "You mentioned liking to eat; I've had breakfast but I'm sure you can get some nice coffee downstairs." A pause, as he wished her appearance to something more normal. A red panda. He almost put her in something suggestive, then reconsidered because of the locals. Casual clothes, relaxed. Though Aesha knew it would likely be the last time he was erring on conservative dress. Once they were on more liberated areas, tight or short or both was the name of the game.

As he sorted out arrangements, rode to the airport and so on, he chatted with her, asking, "So you said you were cursed. Were you a normal woman before then, or a, uh, ''standard'' genie before the sex thing got added on?" And "You mentioned what would happen if you were wished free of the bottle. Do you get asked that a lot, and everyone still chooses not to set you free?" And "Would I have heard of anybody you ever granted wishes to? I mean, I've heard of emperors with a thousand concubines or something. And then there's Casanova and Marilyn Monroe and..." he waved a hand. "Or is it usual ''gimmie a big dick'' or ''make me beautiful forever''?"

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As Aesha tilted her head she hummed softly in thought. "You would be among the most considerate, then. Most people that happen to find me don't really care for my well being. It's always selfish matters, but, that is what I deal with," she said nonchalantly, though she really did find his consideration to be relieving. The sound of a good cup of coffee did sound nice. She had only had it a few times before, and it was always something she sought after when she was out. That was one thing she wished that she could do for herself was to conjure up food, but at least she never felt hunger or starvation, just a constant feeling of contentment. Well, at least when it came to hunger, anyways. A smile curled her lips as he offered for her to go downstairs and get some. After wishing her into a more conservative and normal state she had gone to get herself some coffee and a donut while he finished packing. While the two headed out and made their way to the airport he casually chatted with him, answering any and all questions he asked of her. It was fairly normal to be asked questions, but the ram was certainly curious. She assumed it was because he had a plane to catch and didn't really have the time to play with her, but she enjoyed the conversation nonetheless.

"I was a perfectly normal red panda before I was cursed. My father was a prosperous man, and I was to marry a young man that would have helped him prosper further, though I was apparently being sought out by another. He wasn't just after me, but he was also after my fathers fortune. He tried to woo me and get me to lay with him, so that way by default I would have to marry him, especially if I were to be pregnant with his child. After I refused he turned me into what you would call a genie. He was my first master..." Aesha fell quiet for a moment, her eyes growing distant as she thought back to those chilling times. After a moment she shook her head and smiled, pushing it into the back of her mind and continuing to answer the rest of his questions. "Nobody ever bothered to ask what would happen if I was wished free of the bottle. It wasn't until after the first few masters I had that I figured out it was easier to explain how everything worked before they started asking questions, and I would always tell them what would happen if I was wished free. Obviously no one has done it yet. It is likely that some of the people that I have served before have become famous for some reason or another. I think probably the latest one that I've seen become famous was Kim Kardashian. Yeah... that butt, that was all me," she giggled. "She wished for bigger boobs, bigger butt, and to be famous. I got her there, just not in the way she was thinking," she smirked. "Luckily for me, she was pretty quick to please. Then it was back into the bottle and into the hands of another."

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Donovan smiled in turn. "When I was a kid---before I was even interested in girls---my mom sat me down and explained consent to me. And I figured out if you have a woman's satisfaction in mind, she'll be more inclined to do it again. I'm a little greedy like that, working on getting two before I'm finished with getting one." Donovan winked.

The story though made him shake his head. The Kardashian though made him laugh good and full. "Everyone always says ''why is she famous? She had nothing to be famous for. Or is that Paris Hilton.''" Remembering her sex tape, the ram narrows his eyes, but didn't ask anything. "That all makes sense. The big primer is helpful. But we---people---know about genies. There are stories and movies and all. I wonder if the inspiration for those were all cursed to grant wishes..."

Then it was time to go through customs. He sent her back into the bottle. The agent let him take the bottle in his carry-on after suspiciously x-rating the bottle, finding nothing inside, which the ram amused himself with the thought of Aesha coming out green. The trip home was exhausting. He didn't drag her out when he got home, too wiped, and not until he got home from work the next day.

When she appeared, he was ready, eyes bright. "Okay. Here's what I'd like for my first wish: to fully read a person's desires. To be able to know if a woman's attracted to me, and to know what turns her on, her kinks and fantasies and the places on her body that uniquely makes her melt. A cheat sheet. And to decide when it's on; I don't need to be peering into the tastes of Everyone I see. How do I phrase that into a single wish?" He obviously was interested in women, but had phrased it universally. Sometimes it helped to know what a man was into---for business. To build rapport, or know which strip club to take him to, or hell, just to fill idle chatter.

As soon as they hash out the wish, Donovan will use it on Aesha. To see how it works, of course.

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Aesha found it interesting that the ram thought it greedy of him to make sure that the girl got two before he got one in. Maybe she was lucky for once and got a good master. The conversations went on, small talk for the most part for the both of them to get to know each other. It was nice to be able to just chat for a while without just getting right to business. It was short lived, though, as she was sent back into the bottle until he was ready to bring her out again.

Summoned again, now at what she assumed was his home, she was as he had last left her. It was easy to see that he had plenty of time to think of his first wish, and boy was it a good one. She raised a brow, and had to think of how he could phrase it right. After a bit of thought she told him the best way to go about it and fulfilled it for him. A snap of her fingers and a spark ignited from her fingertips. A trail of purple smoke quickly shot toward Donovan and began to swirl around his head before disappearing in a haze, fulfilling his wish.

For some reason, this wish had Aesha a bit on edge. This was the first time that anyone had wished to be able to read people's desires, kinks, and turn-ons. Mostly it was things like being able to seduce anyone they wanted, regardless of what the other person was into. Even she was interested to see just what it could do for him.

To him, she wasn't sure exactly what it would be like to read other people as he wanted, but she was certain that he would be able to tell what exactly her turn-ons would be at that moment. If he were to approach her, rough and tumble wouldn't be the way to go. She always enjoyed the more tender side of love making rather than just mindless fucking, though that was fun at times as well. Soft touches, slow exploration of the others body, taking the time to enjoy the close intimacy of their partner. Not to be changed, but to be admired as she was, and technically she was as close to her original mortal self as she could remember herself to be.

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Donovan took his time regarding her, looking list in deep thought, yet focused clearly on her. Rather than a list, the information was insight and impression and just flat knowledge. It didn't come at once either, but what she wanted most in general and right now. Playing with it, he found if he desired to know something, he then would. A simple yes/no, or how much in degree.

He saw tastes under there, maybe ones she didn't even admit to herself, but they weren't at the top. She wanted slow, wanted to be herself, to be appreciated. Well, he couldn't pass up the opportunity of a woman who could make herself look like anything he wanted, but the ram could take his time. There was no rush, and knowing he'd get what would scratch his lewdest itches was enough to let him be patient. And it let him plan. Donovan enjoyed planning out things, making it a production and performance. Besides, the opportunity to give her something she hadn't had on a long while was satisfying.

Pulling out his phone, he showed her a picture. "I wish you were wearing this." Another pic. "And these. And these..." the end result was Aesha in a corset with a Demi-cup design, the effect lifting her breasts while revealing he nipples. Below a thong, lacy and sheer. Rounding it out were stockings. He changed the hue to a dark red, which went with her fur nicely.

The ram smiled then, a hungry smile, and he reached up to stroke her cheek, the line of her jaw. Tilting the red panda's face up, he kissed her, slow but with underlying heat, and his touch eased down to her throat, teasing in rhythmic brushes. Breaking it, he cupped her chin and led the wag to the couch, sitting back and relaxing. "Would you help me out with my pants first? They're getting a bit tight." And while she freed him, Donovan sank fingers into he hair, dragging slow strokes through the mass.

He didn't direct her where to sit, next to him or straddling him or even perched sideways on his lap, instead letting her move where she wanted. But once she did, his hand was once again on her cheek, guiding her face up for a kiss. Deeper, but still patient, savoring. When it broke, his muzzle lifted to her ear to murmur, "I already know the answer, but I want you to tell me, so I can hear it." Cradling a breast, his thumb brushed circles around the nipple before tapping. "What position is your favorite? How do you want me?" Then he nibbled that ear.

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The changes Donovan wished for did seem to take some time for him to adjust to. Seeing his gaze grow distant let her know he was deep in thought, or rather reading what he wanted to know from her. Finally, he came to her and told her what he wanted her to wear, which she quickly changed into. Pretty sexy, and she liked his taste. Her lips parted as his hand grazed her jawline, kissing him with an anticipated passion.

Aesha could sense the heat behind his kiss, a hunger she often felt from her master's. She had felt it so many times before from so many others that it was always normal. After he broke away and led her to the couch she followed him, taking off his pants as he requested. She sat down in his lap, straddling his hips, her cunt resting on his growing erection, separated only by the thin fabric of her thong and his boxers. Her hands fell to his chest as he guided her into another kiss. Again he broke the kiss only to whisper in her ear.

A smirk played on Aesha's lips as she rubbed her cheek against his. "I love to be in a cowgirl position," she told him, somehow in both a seductive yet nonchalant tone. "It's such a good position to get you nice and deep inside of me," she whispered. _And it gives me a false sense of control,_ she thought.

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"How convenient," Donovan murmured. "That's my favorite too." Tilting his muzzle, he kissed her throat. Then licked it, lisp lips sealing over the edge and suckling. He toyed with her neck for a little while, both hands migrating down her sides, stroking her hips, but not taking long to find their way behind her. That ass got scooped up, squeezed, rolled between his fingers and kneaded. The ram's mouth migrated lower, lower, and he kissed down between her breasts until the corset stopped him, forced him to lick along the inner curve of one, till he found the nipple. Tugging, nibbling, and all together making her quite acquainted with his mouth.

One hand would wander off a cheek to trail back across the hip, and down the thigh before making the return trip, but one stayed where it was. From the attention he was giving her rear, it was clear Donovan was an ass man. That ringed tail got teased too, the base flirted with, and the fluffy length occasionally brushed.

Aesha could feel just how hard he was. And the grinding she was putting on him was getting a bit maddening. Pulling off her breath, he huffed out a mild bleating breath, and sought to distract her. "Is there a way I can, mm, see both your front and your back? So I can watch the full view?" A grin. "Maybe a... screen or something, to one side?" Already thinking with magic, he was.

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Aesha tilted her head back as she felt the ram descending his kisses down her throat, arching her body as his hands felt their way down her sides to her hips and eventually to her plump rear. As much as he was an ass man, she loved her ass to be toyed with. Biting her lip she let out a soft moan as her lips curled into a pleasant smile. Her hips began to slowly grind against his, feeling his girth pressing against her aching clit. Even as his lips latched onto a nipple, her attention was on his hands attached to her ass and tail.

His next request caused a sly grin to curl her lips, and with a snap of her fingers mirrors appeared behind her, each one at the perfect angle to give him any view he wanted. In addition she added a screen above her head that showed where their hips met so he could watch her cunt being pounded while he fucked her. "Any view you want is yours," she said before reaching a hand down between her legs, pressing her fingers against her pussy lips, hidden beneath the fabric of her thong.

The screen zoomed in a bit to show the now dampened fabric, getting increasingly wet as she played with it. Hooking a finger beneath it she pulled it aside to show him just how wet she really was, her labia glistening with her nectar. "You turn me on pretty good, Master... I like the way you think..."

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Seeing the effect he was having, hearing it, made him smile. It didn't surprise him she was good at this, at teasing, expressing herself, but it pleased him; a lot of women were just too held back.

Donovan grinned at the mirrors, watching as he traced the thong's strap up between her cheeks. But the screen, the view it gave, that showed how impressed he was. It was like being on his own porn, that was the only place you got angles like this. Men were visual creatures, and this was a buffet. His tongue flicked put over his lips at the sight of her damp folds. It also put to mi d a request, but for another time.

Now though, he gently tugged on the thong. "Let's get rid of this." While he loved clothes, loved tucking in them, he'd never liked tugging panties aside. They looked sexier clinging to the thighs, or dangling off an ankle. Normally she'd have had to get up to drop them, but the djinn could just disappear then. So convenient. His boxers lacked the same ease. The ram pulled his hands off her, hooked thumbs into his shorts and rolled them down.

The fat cock bounced free. The ram was not a horse. She had experienced bigger, especially after a wish or two from a master. The length was on the higher end of medium, but he had a definite pleasant thickness to him. The naked flesh throbbed against her, hot and eager. He bit his lip and waited to see if she'd tease him. If she did, well, he'd get her back.


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Allyson Monroe sat at the picnic table, just watching her best friend and Asher, the wolf she had mated as they danced to their wedding song on the dance floor that had been set up in the grass. One of the only humans in attendance, she was completely comfortable among the wolves and few bears gathered for the reception. Her best friend, Margot, a gorgeous wolf with reddish brown fur, looked amazing in her ivory white dress, the bottom lined with black lace and her mate looked pristine in his black tux, the crisp white shirt he wore underneath it a stark contrast to his black as pitch fur. She couldn't help but smile of the beauty of it all, of this. They weren't much different than humans. You could easily think of them as you would foreigners really, just different ways of doing things, a different culture. But unfortunately, that wasn't how looked at them.

About twenty years ago, a brand new species was discovered and with the help of humans, had integrated into our culture, our way of life. Yet people were still scared of them and hate crimes were still a thing, now instead of them being between races, they were between the species. Human and animal, or as they were appropriately called, anthros. Much like the other times in human culture of people finally accepting and bringing people together, it was a slow process, but it was happening. At this point, there was nothing that could stop it. It was inevitable and humans just needed to accept that. Like Allyson had.

Allyson had met Margot when she was seven. Margot and her family had just moved to town and she had been brand new to school and the other kids hadn't wanted anything to do with her. They had been afraid. But Allyson had seen the hurt in her big amber eyes and having known the pain caused by other children, being a redhead was also a travesty apparently, she decided to be her friend and from that day on, they have been inseparable. That is, until now. Margot had her mate and now she'd have him to lean on. Which Allyson was very happy for her, but also kind of sad that she was going to lose her best friend. Well, not lose her exactly, but you get the gist of it.

After the song ended, Margot walked up to her and grabbed he by the hands. "Come on, maid of honor, and dance with us!" she said, such happiness in her eyes as she pulled the human to the dance floor where they danced and even Asher joined them, twirling Allyson around and bringing out a bubble of laughter from her as her dress spun around her.

Cake and plenty of champagne came after and they all danced the night away until everyone was either leaving or heading back to their cabins that Margot's parents had rented for the celebration. Allyson made her way to her own after the newly mated pair went to their honeymoon sweet, humming to herself, walking slowly and trying to be utterly careful in her heels since she was feeling pretty warm from all of the champagne. It had been a spectacular night but she had no idea that she was going to end it with a bang of her own.

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It had been a wonderful day. Henri was sure he would always remember his little sister's wedding day. The assembled friends and family, the ceremony, the dancing and laughter. Of course, the drinking too. He had his share of the champagne, toasting the newly mated couple and during the dinner which followed. But a few glasses of champagne, would not have made the broad, well built wolf, feel as warm and muzzy, as he felt right now. That would have been the beers, he had enjoyed between dancing and the shots he had with the others. He wasn't drunk, well anymore anyways but he wasn't sober either.

Now the big wolf, his fur dark brown and deep reddish, was walking down the path, to the series of cabins, which were spaced out, to give those staying there privacy. His steps were steady, even if his head was floating a little. At some point in the night, he had taken off his suit jacket and tie, both of which he had left somewhere, leaving him in only the white dress shirt, black vest and black slacks. His eyes shone like gold, each time they caught the light of the moon, whenever he stepped into a pale beam, which had slipped through the tree branches.

As he strode around a bend in the path, he caught sight of her. Allyson. His sister's best friend and only of the few humans to attend the wedding. The pair of them had been inseparable as kids. He could remember finding them annoying, when he had gotten forced to watch over them but as the years had gone by, he had found the little brat, had bloomed into a beautiful woman. It had made summertime, while he had been in college, interesting. He had a truck, unlike his sister and because his parents were paying the insurance, he basically had to shuttle his little sister around. Which meant he was also driving Allyson around and the most common place that pair had wanted to go, had been the lake. Oh how many days had he spent there, trying not to watch the teenage human, splash around in a small swimsuit or sunbathe?

Of course, he had never told her, he found her attractive. She was his baby sister's best friend. There were several of the unwritten rules of siblings, which had made her off limits anyways. Of course, there was also the other factor at play. She was human. He was not. Such relationships were frowned on. Friendship was fine and welcome, dating, not so much. Too much baggage really, fetishes had poisoned that well. Not to mention, the rather strong drive, at least among canines, to form families, which meant children. Humans and his own kind, were not very compatible in that respect, which made such couples, nearly outcast among canine society.

But Henri had enough alcohol in his system, to loosen such restrictions tonight. A smile spread along his muzzle, as his long legged stride brought him closer and closer to the human, who had haunted his most pleasant dreams He slowed, as he caught up with her, walking side by side for several steps, tilting his head to look down at her. Now there was a sight to remember.

"You look lovely night" he said, his voice low and rumbling.

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Allyson hadn't heard him until he was right beside her, her mind going over the great memories that had been created that evening. She glanced up at him, the one wolf who she had never been able to keep far from her thoughts and tonight was no different.

Dressed as he was in the black tux, his reddish brown fur stood out in contrast and it was gorgeous, every single large inch of him. And when he looked down at her with those amber eyes, she damn near melted. She smiled at him as that low delicious rumble he had washed over her.

"Me? Have you looked in a mirror recently? You are hot as hell in that tux," she said without thought before her eyes widened and she came to a stop, her mouth hanging open.

Had she just seriously said that? Out loud? And to Henri himself, no less? "Oh, I uh..." Allyson practically stuttered, holding her hands up, her face now flushed from more then the wine.

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This was when the two of them, had they both been sober, would have laughed at each other's comments off or teased one another, lightly. They were treading on a slippery slope. But they were both, not thinking clearly. Or maybe they really were, the shackles of society and it's rules, slipping away from their tongues at least. Free to speak the truth they both had long hidden away, in this moonlit night, alone with one another.

Henri had taken another step, before he realized that Allyson had stopped sort, plainly shocked at her own words. He was grinning though. Who didn't like being told they were and he would quote "hot as hell", by someone they themselves found addictively attractive? Somewhere, in the back of his mind, reason was yelling for him to keep walking but the sound was so small and muffled by alcohol, it barely registered on his subconscious. No, he turned to face the human girl, other thoughts leaping to the forefront of his mind.

And damn, if that flush didn't make her even more beautiful. It made his heart leap. For a moment, he just looked at her but then some instinct brought motion to his powerful form. He took a step forwards, bringing himself almost chest to chest with her. His great arms slipped around her, broad hands coming to rest on her ass. His head was tilted down, at just the right angle, for a sliver of moonlight to catch his eyes, turning them to pools of liquid gold.

"I've thought about you" the big wolf confessed in that same, low rumbling voice, "For years Allyson."

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Henri didn't look like he was upset by her words, instead he closes the distance between them and put his arms around her, his hands on her ass. Her eyes widened, her breath leaving her in a rush at the feel of his heat pressed so tight against her. She looked up and met that gorgeous amber gaze. She swallowed, licking suddenly dry lips.

"Y-you have?" Allyson whispered. She would never had thought in a million years that this wolf thought of her as more than just your typical human. She blushed and looked up at him shyly, her lips curving into a grin as her mind got to working.

"What have you thought about?" she huskily purred, her hands moving up his chest and until her arms circled his neck.

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That wicked little grin, the devilish little purr, the sensation of her hands moving up his chest. His heart picked up speed, the pumping pounding in his triangular ears. A deep, primal growl grew in the back of his throat, escaping low from his muzzle, filled with desire. His hands tightened on her ass, squeezing, pulling her hips tight against his, as hot blood raced through him. His chest rose and fell, as his lungs drew in deep breaths, fueling that growing fire within him. His head dropped down slightly, as if he was going for a kiss but he leaned slightly to the side and started nuzzling against her neck.

"All kinds of things" rumbled Henri, tilting his head slightly, for his lips nearly brushed against her ear, as he whispered to her, "Fantasies and memories."

The big wolf smiled, the scent of her flooding his mind. He could feel his world getting more muzzy. Maybe he wasn't as sober has he had thought. Maybe she was doing something to his head. He could feel his manhood swelling and his hips started to move. He pushed himself against her, slowly starting to grind against the form, which had filled his dreams for years. The forbidden one.

"You drove me nuts" he continued in that deep rumbling whisper, "When I came back home from college each summer. Taking you to the lake almost every day and watching the hottest piece of ass in town, parade around in front of me, in tiny bikinis. Half the time I didn't dare get up from sitting on the tailgate of my truck, you had me so worked up. I would have been pitching a tent for everyone to see. Do you know how hard it was, to keep from just picking you up, tossing you into the back of my truck and pulling off your bathing suit? I don't know how I managed. I don't know how I kept from beating the shit out of the other guys either, every time I caught them staring at you."

"I had plenty of mental pictures though" Henri added, "To help me get through lonely nights."

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The question should have been an easy answer, a resounding and enthusiastic yes. At least it would have been for a completely sober Henri but then again, a sober Henri would not have gotten into this situation. As it was, his head was spinning from the combination of drink and the woman in his arms, now mingling with the overwhelming scent of feminine arousal. His thoughts were fuzzy. If he said yes, despite the greater reward to come, he'd have to let go of double handful of ass he already had grabbed. What was the old saying? A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush? Besides, what if whatever madness drove them both, broke on the walk to her cabin? Was it not worth more to stay like this, grinding and groping? But the thought of her naked, was so very tempting.

"Yesss" the big wolf almost slurred, his eyes glazed a little, as every imagined fantasy of her form, slammed together in his mind.

He drew in a deep breath and squeezed Allyson's ass again, before slowly straightening up, to stand at his full height. Reluctantly, his hands released their hold on the human girl's rear, allowing her to slip from his embrace. His cock throbbed with need, as it bulged against the cloth prison of his slacks.

"Lead the way."

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Allyson licked her lips and smiled heatedly at his words. He let her go and stepped back and she stepped backwards crooking a finger at him before turning to finish the short walk to her cabin.

As she walked, her hips swayed what she hoped was enticingly with each step and when she reached the steps that lead up to her cabin, she hiked her dress up, the split baring her left thigh and the edge of her thigh high fishnets.

She opened the door and stepped inside, turning as she did so to watch the wolf stalk in after her. When he was in, she began to slowly slide the dress up, revealing her stocking clad legs, inch by inch.

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One would think that several summers worth of watching the woman of your desire prance about in a tiny bathing suit, would make legs clad in stockings, rather tame. And yet, despite the fact that Henri had seen her lovely legs and bare thighs at the lake, too many times to count, the sight of her dress lifting slowly to reveal fishnets clinging to her skin, far more arousing at the moment. His manhood throbbed, almost painfully, his eyes focused on the slowly lifting hem of her dress. The broad chest of the wolf, rose and fell in deep breaths, his lung sucking down fuel to keep his heart hammering against his ribs.

A deep, throaty growl escaped his muzzle, as he all but tore at the buttons of his white dress shirt. Somehow, he kept from ripping them off and soon enough, the shirt hung open. He yanked the garment off and tossed it away, uncaring where it went. His eyes never leaving her, for even a second.

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Allyson loved the way he watched her. That hungry glint in those amber eyes that lit her on fire everywhere they touched. He let out a throaty growl as he unbuttoned his shirt and she was quite impressed that he didn't rip any buttons off in his haste.

Her movements froze for a moment when he slid the shirt off and stood there, bare chested before her. Her hands itched to run through the fur on his chest, to feel the solid muscle beneath.

She realized she had stopped moving, yet alone breathing and she blushed as she took a breath, before pulling the dress up and over her head. Her breasts bounced as they were freed, bare and perky since she hadn't worn a bra with the dress. Her nipples were rosy and hard, the peaks reaching out towards him in her excitement.

Allyson stood before him, as she dropped her dress to the floor beside her feet, in nothing but a pair of lacy black boycut panties and her thigh high fishnets. Her chest moved with each breath she took and she beckoned him forward so she could finally touch him and feel his hands on her.

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As Henri stepped forwards, he began to pant softly, as his heart picked up from the strong but steady beat. His eyes roamed across a sight he had long craved, Allyson, nearly baring everything to him. It didn't take many steps for the long legs of the wolf to carry him to the human woman and they stood chest to chest. Well, close enough anyways, given that with his height, the bulge in his slacks pushed against her belly and swell of her breasts, touched just below his sternum.

Slowly, looking down into her eyes, he placed his pawish hands on her shoulders. Gently, they slid down, running across the skin of her back, fingertips tracing her spine, until they got to the small of her back. He teased the waistband of her panties, running fingers out to her hips, before pushing the broad digits under the lacy cloth denying him his prize. In one smooth movement, he slipped his hands into her panties and cupped the bare skin of her ass. He squeezed and groped, the pleased growl growling in his throat, his head dropping, bringing his muzzle close to her ear again.

"Unbuckle my belt" he said in a low rumbling voice, "And take my pants off."

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Allyson *mmmed* as Henri closed the distance and his hands began sliding down her back and into her panties. Her eyes closed as he stood close, his head dipped down close to her ear as he groped and squeezed her ass.

"Yes sir," she said breathily as her hands went to his belt. She pulled the leather free from the buckle and with a flick of her wrist, unbuttoned the slacks he wore before pulling the zipper down. Her hands went to his hips, her fingers sliding into his pants then she pushed down, her hands sliding down his hips and thighs, sinking into the soft fur there and when they got a slight ways from his knees, she let them fall the rest of the way to the floor.

Her hands slid back up his legs, her right hand slipping to the front of his thigh and towards the middle of his thighs where going up still, she cupped his heavy balls, squeezing gently before dragging her nails lightly up and to the base of his cock. She circled him and stroked, working his cock out of its sheath. She licked her lips.

"I want you inside of me," she purred as she looked up into those gorgeous eyes of his. She kissed the tip of his nose. "Are you going to finally fuck me after all of these years?"

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"Yes sir." Oh, Henri liked that. Somewhere in his mind his imagination awoke, images flashed before his eyes. Allyson kneeling before him, naked save for a leather collar around her neck, waiting for him to get home from work. Of her bend over his knee, her ass bright red and well smacked, begging for another. A leash connected to the collar, one end in his hand, her on all fours, walking/crawling behind him. The human girl of his dreams, spread eagle on a bed, her wrists and ankles bound, blindfolded, gagged, as he teased her, her body arching under the slightest of his touches, writhing with the need for release.

Of course it could never be. This was going to be the one and only time they got to fuck. That's the way it would have to be. There was no way they could have that kind of relationship or even the more normal boyfriend girlfriend one. Still, now that she was nearly naked, her small hand stroking his cock, making his already impressive length look even bigger, it was fine to fantasize a little.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out" Henri growled playfully, his hands giving that wonderful ass a harder squeeze, "And I'm going to knot you like a proper bitch."

As his muzzle split in a wide, hungry smile, the big wolf tightened his grip on her rear and lifted her up slightly. Enough to get her feet off the ground but not so far, that she'd have to release his manhood. Luckily, everyone of the cabins was small and cozy, each one having the same layout, so he was able to carry her to the bedroom without looking away from her face. Laying her down on the bed, so her hips rested on the edge, he grasped her panties and slowly pulled them down, over her fishnet stockings and tossed them away. For a moment, he considered her thigh high fishnets but decided he liked her with them on.

Taking her knees in his pawish hands, her spread her legs apart and stepped between them. The length of his cock rubbed against her sex, as he leaned down, nuzzling his muzzle between her breasts, working his way to nuzzle her collar bone. From there, he slowly ran his long, flexible tongue up her neck to just under her ear. His hips slowly moved, grinding his manhood against her.

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Allyson's eyelids dropped to half mast at his reply. Oh yes and she was going to ride Henri's wolfen cock like a goddamn rodeo bull.

Henri lifted her, but not so high that she'd let his cock go and he carried her to the bedroom. Once there, he laid her down onto her bed, her hips on the edge before he pulled her panties down and off. She gave him a saucy grin when he decided to leave her fishnets on.

He spread her legs and stepped between them and she let out a breathy moan at the feel of his cock sliding along her aching sex. She practically purred when he nuzzled her and then arched up and into him as his tongue slid up her neck. She buried her hands in the fur on his chest and giggled.

"Wanna use that tongue, I got just the place, killer," she purred huskily.

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"Oh" rumbled Henri, still grinding his manhood against Allyson's sex, "Lets see if I can find it."

It wouldn't be possible, for the big wolf to smile any wider, as he dipped his head a little, to run his tongue up her neck again. He was going to enjoy this little game. Part of him wanted to play and tease her all night but another part of him knew, this was their only night and that he should get down to business. Then again, if this was the only time he would get to enjoy her, shouldn't he make the most of it?

"Here" he mused in that low rumble, almost a growl from the back of his throat, before he slowly licked one of her nipples. "Or here" he asked, giving the other the same treatment.

"Maybe here" he breathed against her skin, before running his tongue from her sternum to between her breasts. He shifted then, dropping to one knee, slowly licking her stomach. His eyes focused up on her face, he grinned from between her legs. Turning to his left, he licked her inner thigh and he turned to his right and repeated the lick, taking his time, enjoying himself. Finally, he lowered his head, muzzle almost touching her sex. His tongue hung out, so close and yet, just far enough away. "What about here?"

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Allyson turned her head for Henri as he licked her neck, then her breath left her in a rush as that tongue slid over a nipple, the the other. She arched her back, breasts thrust up as his tongue slid between them.

She *mmmed* as his tongue licked down her belly, heading where she wanted it the most. She glanced down to see that wolven head between her legs and that wicked smile on his maw before licking the insides of her thighs, one then the other. So close, so damn close. She whimpered as looked up at the ceiling.

"Yes, right there. Please," she whispered, but she knew he could hear.

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If Henri hadn't already been fully erect, Allyson whimpering and begging whispers, would have had him standing at attention. He loved the little sounds of pleasure, he was getting from her already. Not to mention the look on her beautiful face, when they had locked eyes, while his head was between her legs. He was panting softly, as he strained to hear her soft words, his hot breath flowing over her sex. Wickedness gleamed in his eyes, for a few if fast heart beats. He wanted to drag this out a little longer but at the same time, craved a taste of her.

Without a word, he leaned forwards, just a little more, enough for them to both get what they wanted. Slowly, he gave her sex a long lick, ending with a flick over her clit. Again an again, he lapped, the broad, flexible muscle pushing between soft, sensitive folds, each one going a little further. His eyes closed and his ears pricked forwards, listening, using her voice to guide his efforts.

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Her breath left her in a rush when his tongue swiped over, the tip flicking over her clit. As he began to lap at her, the width covering every inch and dipping in between her lip, her hands fisted in the sheets beneath her, as her hip arched to open herself up to him.

It was an odd sensation, the feel of his hot tongue sliding over her. No. Odd wasn't the correct word.

Different yes, but it felt amazing, shooting tingles of pleasure shooting through her nerve endings and soon she could feel the familiar tingle in her fingers and toes. "Henri," Allyson breathed his name, her back arching, breasts thrust up before she cried out, pleasure overtaking her as the orgasm crashed through her and her pussy clenched and spasmed around his tongue and her juices coated his fur and covered his maw.


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Sir Leonel of Redshire had been dragged to the auction just as he had every year. One of the few people he spoke to more than absolutely necessary, Geofry of Counthaven, could be persistent and he insisted that every year was the year Leonel would find something worth spending his money on. So far, it had been ten years without result, but he was fond enough of Geofry to put up with the waste of a day.

It turned out that this year, his friend had been right. What had been offered up had been a rare prize. Something that had been too tempting for him to ignore and he'd fought the bidding war until all others had been forced to give way to his coffers. He wanted that little cat for his amusement. He so rarely got to play with anything that was worth the time.

He was dressed as any noble, though his clothing was understated. A black tunic and leggings, each with minimal gold embroidary to pick out a griffon that was his heraldic beast. His black hair was longer than fashionable, and tied at the base of his skull. His beard was a thin line down along his jaw and around his mouth. Everything about him was neat and didn't scream of the sort of power that allowed a man to win a war of wealth. But he had. And now his eyes, so light blue they were almost gray, stared at the new creature to enter his sphere of influence.

Leonel took the lead from the attendant and stayed still, watching her with an appraising look in his eye before turning and walking towards the carriage that awaited him, obviously expecting her to follow without being told.

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Mika knew nothing of nobles and rankings and their wealthy little friends. No, she knew very little outside of, obey, be quiet, and food. It was a pitiful truth but a truth nonetheless. Despite her lack of knowledge on a lot of trivial such things, she was able to pick it up quickly by assessing demeanors and small behaviors within those around her. The man who approached may not of looked like much, but there was something in his stance that said otherwise, not to mention the fact that she assumed one of these... auctions was only intended for a certain type of crowd. The attire he wore was somewhat plain compared to the glimmerings she had barely managed to take in throughout the crowd but she could catch an easy glimpse at the gold embroidery. He might not have necessarily put it on display but this man must have had some form of power surrounding him. She wished she had more understanding on how the humans networked but unfortunately she'd never been allowed such a chance.

As he took hold of her lead, Mika resisted for a moment before gathering herself and beginning to step behind him, careful not to remain too close as she had always been told. She could feel the stares of others on her as she followed him, tail between her legs as she tried to push down the fear that had taken root in her stomach. She couldn't do it, she just couldn't! They had almost made it to the carriage, Mika would've been about to jump in when she managed to pull the lead free from her new master and with everything in her began to run. unfortunately, she'd chosen quite a ridiculous time to do so. Guards were everywhere, and on top of that her hands were bound behind her back preventing her from free movement. She glanced back for only a moment when she felt someone grab her, closing their hand around her tail. Oh no. She was pulled down by her tail, a yelp exuding the girl as he began to drag her back to her new master, tears welling in her wide eyes.

This wasn't good, she should have just jumped into the carriage. Now, after being dragged across the ground her body was dirty, her nice clothing scuffed and dirty as her eyes watered gazing up at her new master.

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Leonel's eyes narrowed as his new toy was dragged back to him. He had been in a pretty good mood. Now his expression was much darker. He held out his hand for the lead. When he took it, he wrapped it around his wrist and then casually swung his hand down to catch her across the face in a slap, and then yanked her back up so he could backhand her, knuckles aimed for her lip. He used the lead twice more to give her another pair of strikes before grabbing her by the neck and throw her into the carriage with an easy display of strength.

He climbed in after her and let a footman shut the door. Leonel put a foot on her to keep her on the floor of the carriage and stared down at her from the seat. "Stay where you are," he hissed. "That was a stupid thing to do. Now I'm annoyed. And that means you'll suffer."

One hand grasped a wrist and pulled up and around, lifting her arm backwards and twisting her wrist at the same time to keep the limb straight. "Now, I don't have the tools to discipline you properly here, but I'm going to make sure you suffer until the lesson is learned. When you run, there will be pain. When you don't comply, there will be pain. When you actually disobey, there will be agony." The foot on her back was used to keep her from shifting, leaving the arm pulled out behind her.

"Now, can you speak?"

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Fear was quick to sweep across Mika's face as she realized what she had now subjected herself to. Her new masters seemingly induced wrath. A yelp sprung from her lips as she was lashed the first time, tear beginning to fall from her eye. Despite her blatant disobedience, she now found herself cowering before him. Mika was yanked to her feet, and before she was even allowed the chance to stabilize herself she felt another impact, this time a harsher hit that led to a cut on her bottom lip. Tears now fell freely as more yelps escaped her lips as she was struck twice more before being thrown by her neck into the back of the carriage.

Mika scrambled momentarily, sucking her lip into her mouth as an attempt to stop the minimal bleeding. His stern voice caused the cat woman to halt, her tail stiffening at his command and then the reinforcement of a foot pushing down on her spine made certain to keep her there. Another whimper parted her lips as her arm was pulled roughly behind her, placing tension on her now already sore shoulder. Her heart only seemed to beat faster at his words as realization dawned upon her. The kings men had never dared to hurt her when she'd attempted to escape, only under the premise of keeping her in good condition for her future buyer. But this man, she had no doubt that he would not hold back.

"Yes master," she breathed her reply, the words barely making it past her quivering lips.

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"Good." Leonel didn't let her up immediately, but kept her arm twisted, shifting his foot to rest on her flexed shoulder. His grip was tight, fingers digging into skin while he stared, first at her and then out the window. He was not showing great outward signs of anger, but his continuing pressure on her body indicated a degree of displeasure or sadism or both. Eventually, he lifted his foot, but kept her arm as it was, using it to force her to stay on the floor of the carriage. "Get used to the floor," his voice was a bit harsh, but not incredibly inflected with emotion. "That is your place."

The carriage was an expensive one. Nice enough that the floor of it was carpeted and it didn't rock violently as they road out of the capital at a steady pace set by a quartet of horses. Without looking down at her, staring out the window at the passing scenery, he suddenly spoke. "Do you know what you are for?"

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Mika's gaze was narrowed in a wince of pain as she waited for some slight release from the painful position. A breath parted her lips as the pressure of his foot was released, while she was still in an uncomfortable situation, at least now she was able to breathe. She savored being able to take full breaths for a moment before her body slightly relaxed, reducing the strain on her shoulder joint. Luckily for Leonel, she had lived her life on the floor, even if she had, had a terribly made, makeshift bed, it didn't provide much comfort against the stone floors. The carpet of the carriage was almost comfortable in comparison.

Her head tipped, attempting to glance at him briefly before looking away, her tail slumping to the ground. Did she know what she was for? Her lips pursed briefly, genuinely thinking, but alas her mind had come up blank. "No, master," she informed him. The only things she'd ever been told or taught was to be obedient. That she was lesser than the humans and that she must do as they said no matter what it was or how it made her feel. Mika really had to wonder now, what was intended for her.

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"You're for my amusement." Leonel stated it calmly. He had to admit that he liked the view. He had bought her for the rarity, but also for the beauty. Someone who could object to nothing he decided to do and was bound to suffer as he wished. He slowly untwisted her arm and let it go. He was torn whether to use her now or later, but for now, he was inclined to relax.

"Do you want to know what I will do to you if you ever try to run again?" Leonel was looking out the window at the sky, taking in the sight of clouds going by with every sign of if not enjoyment, then at least relaxation. He certainly didn't look like he had just been causing pain to a sentient creature.

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Mika sat up, slowly and calmly, crossing her legs and folding her tail across herself as she listened to him speak to her. "Your amusement?" it was a quiet question, but a question nonetheless. How was she supposed to be here simply for someones amusement, it just did not make sense within her mind. Then again, she had so little experience within the real world that this was no surprise. She couldn't help the way her curious gaze watched him, though her curiosity stemmed from fear of what he planned to do. Momentarily she raised her shoulder to wipe the blood away from her lip, and cast her gaze back to him.

She found it strange how he could appear so harmless, but there was no doubt that the lashes she had been dealt only moments earlier had been done so by his hands. Mika swallowed, hard, as he spoke, her head tipping gently as her ears flicked uncomfortably. "What... will you do?"

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"I'll do whatever I want." Leonel spoke coldly. He motioned for her to lie on her back, not glancing at her at first. When he did look at her, it was with something less than malice, but more than disinterest. "Strip." He fixed her with a steady gaze. Appraising, but not quite interested. His expression was far less interested than he was.

He'd seen enough to know he had a lovely thing in front of him, but he was also not really inclined to give positive feedback to something like this. Not when he was also displeased with her behavior.

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A chill ran down the cat girls spine at his response, the fur on her tail rising momentarily before she breathed quietly in an attempt to calm herself. What could he do to her? Part of Mika wished to question him but she knew that that would not be smart. Instead, she remained quiet, simply observing him, quietly questioning his intentions. As his eyes met hers, she flinched, but she was quick to hide it. Her eyes widened at his request but she was quick to nod her head. Anxiously, she pulled the strings from her thong down her thighs, placing the pink thong gently on the floor. Almost shyly she would then pluck at the mesh shirt that she wore, before pulling it up over her head, bare breasts bouncing as they were tugged from her shirt.

"Is... this okay master?" she questioned quietly as she laid down on her back on the floor before him.

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A not quite pleased smile appeared on his face. Satisfied. He seemed to settle a little in the seat as she complied. Leonel's eyes swept over her body appraisingly. He had expected refusal and her tail had indicated her discomfort, but she had obeyed and the pleasure he felt at that wasn't quite hidden.

He leaned down and ran a hand from the notch at the base of her throat to the space just above her groin, trailing his fingers over her skin with an openly proprietary air. His appraising look turned into a moderately satisfied one. She was as physically lovely as she had appeared and that was always nice.

"You may yet suffice." He was mostly concerned that she would misbehave. Otherwise, he might well end up with a pleasing jewel to adorn his side the way some nobles kept hounds or lapdogs.


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College isn't easy, nor is it cheap; that much Mara had found out by now. Dorms cost a fortune, meal plans cover hardly anything, books are like selling firstborn children and don't even starting tuition. It was all piling up for her and getting worse. Serena had enrolled in the town's most prestigious college but it certainly was far from affordable... not to mention her uniform skirt never seemed to fit like it was supposed to. She had planned to hone her magic skills, make potions and medicine but her lack of funds was getting more and more in her way the further she tried to go. She had to do something to keep her dream alive.

With a sigh the redhead opened her dorm assigned mailbox hoping for something good, a letter from home filled with cash maybe? Nope but a letter from administration. Maybe a pardon for some tuition? Opening it up with baited breath she saw something she was dreading. A lovely tuition bill. If she couldn't pay this by the end of the next week that would be it... she would be kicked out but where the hell could she get the money? She had no job, no skills to make use of or anything to sell to even pay a fraction of this bill.

Mara sunk to the ground, her slender frame shaking as she broke down into tears. "This is it... I'm going to get kicked out. I can't pay this..." She said mostly to herself, green eyes filling with tears. Might as well start packing but she couldn't bring herself to get up. Mara didn't know anyone here, rather she had moved here to take classes. This was the best college she could find to learn the skills she desired. Sure the family wasn't happy about it and even dared to tell her she was not welcome home if she left but Mara knew she wouldn't achieve much of anything in the small town she had come from. She'd make them see, envy her after all of this... first she had to figure out how to pay this damn tuition.

With a sigh the slender elf went back to her dorm room, a small room, barely the size of a even a small apartment. Finally she sat down at her laptop, a pretty cruddy little one but it meant a lot to her. Mara's brother had given it to her as a goodbye present. He was the only one in the family who showed any bit of care toward her as she left that tiny town. He was the only one who cared for her and she cared for him no matter what happened. Upon opening it up and jumping on the internet she saw the usual icon for her email. Maybe there would be a solution there... or an email from a friend. In the email was a like to a FeyList ad and some text, mostly joking about the kinds of people who actually respond to ads on there. Curiously she opened the link to see what it might be about. The ad was by a company she had not heard of, Silverlight Productions. It sounded like a movie company to her and they were looking for models. Sure Mara wasn't the most beautiful elf out there but what did she have to loose? The ad didn't specify any skills or really much of any qualities they wanted besides that the models be females.

After writing down the address the ad said to go to she got up once again and grabbed a jacket before heading out. The address was a few blocks away but still within walking distance plus the fresh air just might clear her head a bit. The trip was short and before long she stood in front of a small office building with the name Silverlight Studios above the door. This had to be the place. With a deep breath she opened the door and looked inside. Clearly she was not the first to see the ad given the number of ladies already sitting there waiting for their turn to interview for the job. One thing was for sure is that she stuck out like a sore thumb compared to them. Being an elf and only about 5'3'' she was maybe half the height of many of the orcs, humans and other beings there. Her breasts were tiny compared to them but still large enough to fill a man's hands and certainly squeezable yet there's were nearly the size of her head! How did they manage to walk around with those things? Shyly the elf made her way to the receptionist and squeaked out nervously, "Excuse me... I'm here about the ad?". With hardly even looking at her the receptionist waved her over to sit in the waiting area like the rest of the girls. Most of the chairs were taken but she managed to find one between a couple of tall ladies. On her right was a busty human woman with blond hair and on the left her was a large orcish woman who looked like she could squish her with a single step.

After what felt like an eternity a door across the room opened, one woman stepped out looking like she might cry but hurriedly walked out. Behind her was a man, likely the hiring manager but she couldn't make out much of his features from where she was. It looked like it was someone else's turn to go in.

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Finn Jacoby hated his job. Well, that wasn't entirely true---he just hated his job right now, and especially hated his advertising manager, who had apparently failed to make the appropriate disclaimers for their latest cattle call. The last girl to go out was half-duergar, but was cute enough for that... he rubbed his hand over his luxuriously blond hair as she ran out of his office, on the verge of crying.

But the company was specifically elf porn, and the lighter end of the spectrum at that. No troll-gnome size comparison porn. No orcs with centaurs. Just elves, half-elves, and humans---and the humans were usually dressed up like elves, complete with fake ear-points. He had no use for anyone other than elves, humans, and elvish half-breeds.

He stepped out into the waiting hall, standing imperiously at his 6' tall height. "All right," he said, magically enhancing his voice to be heard despite the chatter in the room. "There was a mistake on our FeyList ad. We're not hiring just anyone. If you're not an elf, please go home, or go try Paladins Hate Us Studio---they'll take most of you." Paladins Hate Us was a notorious porn studio whose main draw was making porn parodies of the latest Adventurer League results, to tremendous effect. It was hard to not know of them unless someone was living under a rock.

He waited until all of the girls filed out, and there were only two who remained---an elf-gnome halfbreed (Finn hated Love Pools, even though he was the result of one---he was a half-elf himself) and a redheaded elf girl. He ignored the half-gnome and pointed at Mara. "You. Get in here. It's your lucky day, I guess." Without waiting for Mara's response, he turned around and stomped back into his office.

[User]
Mara felt bad for the upset looking girl but her thoughts were soon scattered by the loud voice in the room. It came from a tall man, a pretty handsome looking one she had to admit but surely everyone working in a modeling agency would be good looking right? It had yet to dawn on her just what this place really was. In fact when he told the others to try Paladin Hate Us Studio she was a bit insulted... Well for the other girls at least. Mara was happy to stay. She had thought he meant that the other girls might as well audition for porn yet she was still oblivious to the fact that she was doing the same thing here.

Before she knew it the man was pointing at her, the only full elf in the room and one of the only girls who hadn't left grumbling. She stood up excitedly, her competition already having been slashed and the only girl left between her and a job and she had to admit she thought she looked much nicer than the other. Bouncing up Mara followed him into his office, excited for her chance to interview.

"Hello sir. My name is Mara. A friend sent me your address to possibly be a model in your agency." She smiled brightly, speaking clearly and offering to shake his hand. Oh how naive could a girl be?

[Assistant]
As Mara followed Finn into his office, the door slid shut quietly behind her.

His office was very cluttered, but aside from the usual office furniture, there was also a large couch up along one wall. The thing that stood out the most, though, was the photos on the walls. There were photos of Finn with a wide range of ridiculously attractive women, usually dressed close to the bare minimum. Sheer lingerie, tiny bikinis, and one who seemed to be wearing a very long string that managed to barely cover anything.

Finn sat down. "Okay, kid. Here's the deal," he said, more bluntly than he'd normally do. "If you make the grade, you get a ten-movie contract, extendable at our discretion. But you look like you just walked out of high school. So... show me what you got."

When she seemed to have no idea what he meant, he made a quick, "get on with it," gesture with his hand, and added, "Get undressed. Let me see everything you've got to offer."

[User]
Mara didn't go in with high expectations but it seemed she was still surprised by his office, mostly by the clutter. How did he get anything done in here? What was with those pictures? Were these really appropriate for work? She looked at them a moment while he sat down at his desk but his words quickly snapped her out of it.

"10 movies? Like full movies!" She smiled excitedly thinking he meant movies like someone might see on TV or in a theater... well technically she wasn't wrong. Someone just might see her on some adult channels if she made the cut but what did he mean by what she's got? "What would you like to see?" Mara asked not knowing what to show him until his words took her by surprise.

The elf's face was bright red at the mention of undressing but surely there was a good reason for this right? Her face was still red but she nodded, slowly pulling her shirt over her head, then lowering her jeans until she stood before him in just her bra and panties. Surely this would be enough but for some reason she get the feeling he wanted more. With shaky hands she unclasped her bra and allowed it to slip off her slender frame before her panties soon slid down her legs and left the elf naked in the small office. This had to be the weirdest interview she had ever had.

[Assistant]
Finn sat up a bit straighter. "You know, you would work. Turn your hair green, and you'd sell copy like nobody's business..." He stood up and walked over, walking around her, looking at her very closely. "No scars, scabs, unsightly birth marks..."

As he came back around to the front, his hands landed on her hips and started sliding up. His eyes were purely focused on her breasts, and it was obvious his hands were headed that way, too. "Well, you're passing the first test with flying colors, honey. But we've got to make sure you can carry the show."

His hands reached her breasts and started stroking and teasing. "You want to pitch or catch to start?"

Her confused look made it clear she had no idea what he was talking about. "Okay, let's make this easy..." He started unbuckling his belt... unzipped his pants... and took out a larger penis than Mara had ever seen in person. And it wasn't even hard yet...

[User]
Dying her hair wasn't exactly on her list of things she wanted to do but if it could get her a good pay maybe it would be worth it... For now however there was the fact she was naked in front of this stranger to deal with.

He had disappeared behind her for a moment only to reappear in front of her slender body, beginning to feel every inch of her soft skin. Mara shivered slightly as his hands touched her hips but even more so as they made their way up to the soft mounds on her chest. "I... I could carry the show." She spoke nervously not actually knowing what she was saying. Hell she didn't even know what he meant by pitching or catching.

Finally his cock came out and another shade of red darkened her face. "I... I don't think this is appropriate for an office." She managed to squeak out but couldn't stop her hand from reaching out, touching his soft length and feeling it. It was huge! Of course she was far from experienced with sex. She was still a virgin yet here she was with this man, in his office and feeling up his manhood. Her hand stroked him from the base to the tip before beginning to gently massage the head of his cock almost instinctively. Something about it was irresistible.

[Assistant]
It was a blessing and a curse---Finn's cock was almost a hypnotic lure to virgins. He tried to use his powers for Good, but the truth was that it came in really handy in this job.

"Okay," he said, "I get it. You're new to this, aren't you? Maybe even don't realize that this is a porn studio yet." He winced slightly, and reached down to grasp her hand, give her some guidance on stroking his cock. It was getting larger, but not as much as one might expect based on its starting size.

"You're going to get me off with a blow job," he explained. "That means you suck on that very energetically, right?" His hands went back to her breasts, teasing her nipples again. "Then I'm going to plow you in the couch, either Missionary or Doggy style---'cause I don't think you know any other positions..."

He chuckled. "And then, if you did a good job, we sign the contract, and you can start tomorrow."

[User]
"Oh! I... I didn't know... Maybe I should go..." Mara spoke though was unable to pull herself away. She had been curious about the whole sex thing so maybe this wouldn't be a bad experience? Maybe she could at least get through the audition... After a moment of guiding it was almost like her hand was on autopilot, following his motions until he explained things.

"I... I think I can do that... Maybe we could go for doggy?" She asked at least knowing those basics. Mara didn't even know why she wanted it doggy-style but she did. First she had another task ahead of her. She had heard guys on campus talking about girls doing this to them so she had a basic idea of how to do it.

Finally Mara dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her hands and beginning to lick it, starting at the head before slowly moving to his shaft. It would be a bit before she finally worked up the courage but eventually her lips parted, moving closer to his manhood and taking his head inside, teasing it with her tongue as her mouth wrapped around it.

[Assistant]
Finn nodded---not that she could see his head from where she was. "That's it, you've got the idea," he encouraged. "If you lean down a bit and straighten your throat out, you can take it a lot deeper..."

Finn wasn't sure if teaching a first-timer how to deep-throat was a good idea, but she seemed to be picking up the basics pretty quickly, and despite her talking like she was hesitant about the whole matter, she was certainly diving in with very little actual hesitation.

He started stroking her hair, tugging it lightly in a way that he knew turned some elf girls on. "Eh..." he added between her bobbing strokes, "don't forget to breathe between sucks, sweetie."

[User]
Take it even deeper? But how deep could his cock really go in her mouth? It puzzled her but she tried not to show it as she tried to do as she was told, relaxing a bit and stretching her throat out to accommodate more of his length. Obviously this posed a problem for her breathing, forcing her to breathe through her nose rather than her mouth.

It was almost shocking how far she was going with this first meeting. When they said money talks they weren't kidding. Being so desperate made Mara far more willing to do things like this. Who knew what would happen when he got her up onto the couch and his cock in her virgin petals.

[Assistant]
Finn gently pressed his way into Mara's throat, slowly at first, but then faster as he felt her getting used to how it worked. His hands moved to her ears, their pointed shape making them an even better grip than human ears, and drove himself close to ejaculation. With some effort, he prevented himself from coming---something he'd had to learn how to do. Holding it in until it was time for the money shot, that is. After one last, very deep thrust, he pulled out, his cock as thick and hard as it could get.

Without a word, he picked Mara up with little difficulty and carried her over to the couch, setting her down on all fours. "All right," he said cheerfully. "Time for your final test. Ready?"

He didn't even wait for her response before starting to push his way into her tight pussy.

[User]
Mara managed to repress the cough and the feeling of choking as he forced his cock into her throat. Her face began to glow a bright red but it was only going to get better. She tried to get as much air as she could each time his cock came close to exiting her mouth.

Before long he pulled his member from her mouth and picked up the now confused girl. She looked at him confused until she found herself on her hands and knees on the couch. For a moment Mara panicked. She had never had sex before and here she was in some sort of modeling agency about to get fucked. Before she could say or do something she felt something pushing into her most intimate area.

A moan escaped her lips as he pushed into her. He'd be met with a bit of resistance indicating just how much experience she had... None at all.

[Assistant]
Finn felt her virginal tightness, and went gently, but firmly, in. _The first is always the hardest,_ he reminded himself, and slid his thick cock back out again slowly. After a pause to check that she wasn't hurting too much, he slid back in again. Then again.

Once he was in firmly, he leaned forward, cupping and teasing her breasts as he rode her. After a few shallow thrusts to test how much she could take, he started riding her, hard but slow, taking his time. He knew that he could go hard and fast, but he didn't think she'd be able to take that---not right away, at least. _Wait until she begs for it,_ he thought. _They always do._