those eyes

Вопрос

Ребят, а есть rule 34 на Буренку Дашу и на Сказочный патруль?

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"The best I'll ever have?" Febii stroked her chin, a look of clear doubt on her face. "I dunno about that. I might just order out the usual, she never disappoints.

Stal took a second to give her a sideways, frustrated glance and shake his head, his hooves clopping along the dirt path toward the barn. It was oven-hot in the fields today, as was the usual for the summer; but it was only brightened by the view of several butt-naked slaves tending to the crops. Stal made an effort to take care of all of them, as long as they understood their place... And were a good enough fuck. "You're always goin' for the same gals and boys... I train them well, everyone knows that, but I'm offering you something fresh." Stal argued, his horse cock patting his thighs as he strided; he never had a need for clothes on his own land.

"Fresh meat?" a glint in her eyes a small smirk followed. "As in, only just recently broken in? Maybe a little naughty and rough around the edges of being a proper trained slut?"

"At's what am sayin'."

"Well..." The wolgon shook her head and gave a soft giggle. "Why the hell didn't you say so?"

It didn't take much longer to reach a barn at the back of one of the fields. It was fairly secluded from the rest of them, where many of the more mature slaves were kept, but this one was kept here for the explicit reason of being for newer ones that still needed training.

Processing a new slave took a lot of effort and time. While they were consensual, some of the brattier of the whores needed weeks upon weeks of constant bondage, fucking and abuse until they were perfectly well-behaved and obedient. New meat was often brought in, tied up, removed of their names, given a number, and called by that number until they earned the right to have their name back. Then, they were tied up - for a minimum of three days usually, and fucked at least once an hour to break them in. It didn't matter how much they pleaded for a break - this was a necessary breaking-in strategy that all the whores had to go through... Because at the end of the day, Stal wasn't opposed to renting out his owned meat to anyone with a high enough offer. In fact, he'd happily give his whore's away for days at a time to the most abusive of his friends.

If a slave took dick like a pro, never complained, always obeyed, and followed the very strict set of rules they were given upon entering the contract, then they were released from the 'starting barn', given a collar, and put to work in the fields - where they were allowed to work with the know that they could be bent over to fuck at any minute - often that even included the dogs that wandered the fields, Stal himself, or just a couple of visitors walking in without an invite. It didn't matter, their strict rule was to bend over for anything that wanted to dump a load in them, or on them.

Ashley was one of the new bloods. He had only been in the service of Master Stal for two days at this point, but he had already proven himself to be an extremely obedient and shy whore. This also upped his cuteness rather greatly for the stallion himself, who already trusted that this boy was only a couple of days away from his collar, and maybe giving him his name back. For now though, 34 was the number Ashley was given - and he couldn't expect to be called anything but that until he earned his real name back.

The night before, Ashley was given his most rigorous training yet - He was nervous, shy, and that only made the stallion enjoy the several hours he spent abusing the zebra the more. Much happened that night... And 34 experienced a lot of new firsts, such as feeling an actual bulge in his neck when the stallion forced his entire length down his throat, and being fitted with a cock cage which completely prevented him from cumming while he was fucked by his master... Over, and over, and over again. Hours this went on, and it ended with the zebra collapsed on the floor in exhaustion; but the Stallion only saw a chance to take advantage of the position he was in.

Being exhausted to the point of near-immobility made the Zebra pretty hard to persuade into certain positions, but his master simply forced him against the wall on his knees, tied his wrists to the wall with cuffs and rope, blindfolded him, and snapped a spreader bar on his ankles to keep his legs spread for a beautiful view whenever he walked past... Some more insurance for that view was a string on his tail to keep it raised. The zebra didn't complain, but was making an awful lot of noise, so he was gagged very soon after. A finishing touch was the vibrating dildo that was shoved into his already-gaping tailhole to keep it spread, but also to keep him exhausted. The stallion liked his whores to be used to constant stimulation.

How long was the zebra like this? The whole night and morning. A total of fourteen hours to be exact, and it wasn't easy. The poor zebra must have gotten maybe one entire hour of sleep the whole night, with that vibrator making sure he was kept good and awake.

The two walked into the barn, Stal was happy to be guide Febii to the very first stall within the barn and point inside of it. Within was number 34, still exactly where the stallion left him all those hours ago. "Lookie ere'." he said.

Febii's eyes widened. A femboy - something she was awfully fond of abusing, right there waiting to be taken. "But he's not done his training yet, right?"

"Nah, but he'll be good... I can guarantee it. I've not had such a well behaved boy in a long time."

"Number?"

"Thirty Four. Make sure ye call em' only by that unless you're calling him a dirty whore."

"And how much?"

Head was shaken from side to side by the stallion. "Take him for free for the week." Stal grabbed the Wolgon's hand and placed the keys to the stall door in them. "Just make sure that he comes back damaged."

The Wolgon only laughed. She took another look at the femboy zebra while the stallion walked out of the barn, leaving her to her own devices. Febii opened the barn door with the key, and strolled inside. She took a moment just to look at him... The slut was covered in cum from the previous night, and the gentlest of feminine moans were coming from his throat every time that vibrator buzzed somewhere sensitive... Which was pretty much constantly.

Strolling to the side of the barn where there were lines of toys and tools for abusing sluts on the wall, Febii grabbed herself a riding crop and a horse dildo - a lot bigger than that of even his masters - and grinned to the poor Zebra. "We're going to have a lot of fun you and I. And if you think Stal is bad to you... Well." The Wolgon leaned in close to the zebra's ear, he could only move his head slightly to listen to her. "You have no idea what state I'm going to leave you in by the end of this week."

With that, the Hybrid raised the high. "And I'll be a fucking moron to wait until I get home to use you. I don't think your master will mind if I bruise you a little before we leave." Smacking sounds and loud, feminine whines echoed throughout the barn, while the Wolgon began lubing up the monster dildo.

 

Amidst a late Spring sky, the sun hid behind a veil of soft white clouds and gave way to a cool breeze that swept away the blistering heat. Terrance finished his yard work for the afternoon, flicking his axe down into a freshly-cut stump where it would stick until the next day. Step by step back toward the barn, his toes combed through the lush Spring grass as he dragged his feet along. With what felt like his last residual strength, he pushed the wide doors ajar, and let out a whistle that'd challenge the volume of a banshee's shriek.

Seconds pass before his ears pick up the thumping and scuffing noises of his rambunctious wyvern female approaching quickly from behind. She circled him in the barn, lifting her wings somewhat clumsily over his head, doing her best to avoid toppling him over. He'd greet her with a broad grin, holding his paws up to cradle her snout, to which she responded with affectionate licks to his palms. Then he would proceed to guide her to the "playpen," holding onto the smooth spike that jutted from her chin, and making gentle kissing sounds to coax her along.

"Interested in a romp, big girl?" He asked her with a subtle hand motion, and pressed on one of her broad sides. The delighted female promptly rolled onto her back amongst the large pile of hay that had been covered with cotten blankets for her comfort. Pistachio, the more-than-willing female, looked to Terrance both as her caretaker and even her mate; she gave herself to him as he so desired. Afterall, she was still a youthful wyvern, and her sexual drive was on-high herself.

Pistachio responded with a soft grumble of positive, jubulant tones accompanied by excited wiggles of her haunches as she lie on her back, hinds spread and offering herself. Her cloaca was visibly clenched, leaking her sweet honey. The scent of her pheremones whisked through the air, enticing Terrance as he craned his head back, inhaling. Gradually, amongst his distracted senses, he undid the cloth strings that held his breeches around his lithe waist, letting them drop. He lifted one leg free, stepping over her long tail and kneeling down to lie upon her warm body. His paws slowly glided across her sleek hide, feeling her belly and her strong breast; his heavy balls rested comfortably on the underbelly of her tail as he began to grind his hips against her lap, arousing his genitals. The tip of his wet penis peered out of its soft sheath, and inch by inch his shaft followed until it was full and throbbing, aching and needy to be within a female's orifice. He licked her chest affectionately, and she happily groomed the fur along his cheek and the rims of his ears in response.

"Eeeasy does it, girl. Relax your hole for me.." He implored his feral companion, rubbing her soothingly with one paw as the other carefully guided his dickhead against the soft lips of her cloaca, and pushed it inside. The heat within her body was intense, and to physically witness her excellence with her internal muscle control was a sexually gratifying experience--to put it simply. Inch by inch his cock spread the soft slick folds within her until his waist pressed against her shallow pubic boot. He lie there, his body hot against hers, beginning to roll his hips and bob them in short, gentle thrusts. Each one sent blissful tingles up his spine that made his skin crawl and hair stand on end. Each time his penis would slid deeper within her, she would squeeze tight, so that her cloaca would milk his shaft when he lifted his ass to pull out. Shuttering moans escaped his lips, and with greater frequency as time passed.

The large female's toes curled, and her knees buckled against his shoulders as his throbbing penis rubbed against her sweetspot again and again, making her whole scaly body shiver and tuck against his fuzzy frame. He couldn't help but grin as his female clung to him needily while he bred her, thrusting harder to push both of their satisfactions to higher levels. Pistachio craned her head back over the hay pile, her broad chest rising and falling with steamy exhales. Terrance's lap was becoming progressively more and more damp, between her heat and her leaking sex fluids.

Several minutes of grabbing, gentle biting and thrusting of different speeds and lengths ensued. The young male drake's heavy balls grew taut under his sheath as he edged closer and closer to climax; his knot swelled at the base of his soaking-wet shaft, and a broad vein coursed along its length. Approaching his ejaculation, his humping became sporadic, arching his back and lifting his tail high until the moment of release; Pistachio's hindlegs bent, heels tight to her haunches as she felt his hot, gooey cum spurting within her.

"Ahhhfuck--I'm cumming, girl.." Terrance huffed out, eyes shut with a cheek pressed to her breast. His asshole and thick cock both clenched simultaneously with every hard gush of virile ejaculate that spurted from his urethra and painted her cervix. Both of their chests expanded to maximum capacity with every long breath, it seemed. His testicles were thoroughly drained of sperm, and her belly was quickly filled full of male drake cum, which Terrance so happily dispensed inside of her.

"Oof.. can feel your cunt clenching.." He muttered to her amidst their cooperative panting, "Hhnnh.. bet you're excited for another clutch, huh..?" Terrance enjoyed treating her with proper breeding on a regular day-to-day basis. She was a needy female; being in heat was a negligible factor for her as far as mating with him went. More than a minute passed before the male drake was fully finished pumping her belly with his creamy ejaculate. Post-orgasm, he lie limp on top of her, panting as she relaxed with her head craned once more, exhaling hot steam from deep within her gullet. As he tried to collect himself, she played with him, nipping and tugging at his ears, all the while clenching and squeezing behind his knot with the taut entrance of her well-creampied cloaca. This action typically caused his body to recoil, but in a positive manner as an intense massaging sensation shot like lightning through his entire body.

Despite his desire to simply fall asleep atop of her--given her warm, sleek body does provide a comfortable place to rest--he lifted himself up slowly with a long yawn, and gradually withdrew his sensitive penis from her soft crevice. His eyes followed along the wet, throbbing shaft as he pulled it free from the warm clutches of her cunt. Several gooey strands--a mixture of their cum--clung to his penis from her slit as it clenched and relaxed again and again, expelling his thick ejaculate.

He took a deep, satisfied breath, looking upon the mess he made inside of her and reminded the wyvern of their post-sex routine, "Mmmh.. clean-up time, big girl." She was acclimated to respond by promptly nosing around his messy crotch, licking the cum off of his heavy balls and cock before properly sucking it dry.

"Nice n' slow, baby," he paused briefly and watched her tongue cradle his shaft, "Watch those teeth." He laid a paw upon her snout, stroking it with his thumb reassuringly as she cautiously welcomed his cock into her muzzle. Her tongue provided plenty of cushion for him, coiling firmly around his fat knot as she nursed softly at first, and then sucked harder as time went on. "Ffuuuck.." he craned his head back for a few moments before looking back down to watch her and give her praise, "Gooood girl."

And like any domestic animal that understands their masters and responds to positive praise, Pistachio's nearly casual demeanor was exalted, and in her newfound excitement, pressed her nose between Terrance's balls and thigh. With a little confusion, the drake rested his paws on her head and watched carefully, lifting the leg she stuffed her nose against. Brief moments passed before he felt a warm, wet sensation against his sensitive asshole, and he realized she was eagerly licking it and pushing her tongue inside. It was an orgasmic sensation in itself to feel her thick tongue writhe inside him, making him curse under his breath.

"Hahh.. get in there baby.." he huffed and tensed all over, shivering, "Gonna make Daddy cum again.." [TO BE CONTINUED..(?)]

1.
Over the last five days an extraordinary series of events took place, the likes of which I nor my colleagues would ever have anticipated. Helping Hands was one of the first facilities hit, but it wasn't until the 3rd day that the story made its way all over the international news and it all started to fall into place what was really happening.

On the first day a young buck rabbit staggered into the emergency room and collapsed. He was malnourished and skinny, with a weeping wound freshly cut into his chest, 'FUCK VERMIN' it read. His body was riddled with tumors and cysts, and his fur was falling out with barely a touch from the nurses. He had acute conjunctivitis in both eyes rendering him near blind, and his breathing was painful and labored, his chest made a horrible rattling noise on each breath.

The E.R. doctor on call scheduled tests on the tumorous lumps and started him on a course of antibiotics to help clear his lungs of infection. It was assumed at the time he was a kidnap victim of a gang, or perhaps an underground sex trafficking operation, dumped when he became too sick to manage. When he was stabilized he was moved to a new ward under the direct care of Doctor Levoski a middle aged hare and a specialist in rodent and herbivore diagnostic medicine. The hospital usually tries to make patients more comfortable by assigning a doctor of similar species, many sick herbivores find themselves unduly stressed in the care of a predator.

One the second day Levoski came to my office with a blood workup on the patient. He had been screened for all the usual diseases and viruses and kept coming up with false positives. Meanwhile their condition continued to decline and he was unable to communicate with us as to his identity, so we had no family history or any way to find his relatives. I agreed to assist the doctor in further analysis of the blood work, as he was convinced it was a virus of some sort and needed my labs resources.

On the third day came the news reports. In densely populated regions all over the country rabbits, mice, rats, and a handful of other species had turned up out of nowhere showing signs of the virus, the same vile words carved into different parts of their bodies. The news ticker scrolled along all day as each one was identified, each reported as a missing person nearly a year or more before, the most recent being 6 months. Our patient continued to deteriorate, all treatments basically rendered ineffective against the mystery ailment. Levoski complained the sudden explosion in the breadth of the case was giving him headaches.

On the 4th day the hysteria had set in through the media, with reports playing all day. We worked with our research staff to isolate the proteins in the samples we had. When we finally identified it, it all felt so obvious. Myxy, the myxomatosis virus, responsible for nearly wiping out populations of feral European rabbits in the 50's and used in Australia on the wild populations there. It had never been known to cross the species gap before, which was why we didn't screen for it in the first place. But the symptoms fit, and they were fatal.

The virus we were seeing was mutated, with large amounts of junk proteins as though it had been deliberately tampered with. It was more efficient, virulent and resistant to treatment. The phrase “Fuck vermin” rang in the back of my mind...a weaponised myxy virus, targeting a wider species spectrum? Levoski must have had the same thought as I did, his eyes went wide and he stared at his hands. I imagine he was realizing he himself had been directly exposed, and his eyes were looking a little bloodshot... We called the Centre for Disease Control and locked down the ward, taking decontamination showers and antivirals immediately.

On the 5th day Levoski didn't come in to work. I worked alone and made my notes from the samples we had. In private I couldn't help but admire the elegance of the manufactured proteins, and ended up lost in thought on the motivations of such a large scale attack. I closed up the lab and dropped off the files in my office before making my way out of the ward.

It was only when I heard the shrieking of the patient in the halls in front of me, far from the locked down ward he was meant to be housed, and saw the bright yellow flash of the quarantine suit clad CDC workers dragging him from the room, that I snapped to reality. I could not see faces, only the blank reflective masks as they rounded on me. A quick glance to one another and they made a run for the door dragging the buck with them, his tumors rupturing horribly as he struggled in blind terror. They kicked in the emergency exit where more men waited by an unmarked vehicle, the doors slammed before I was able to see what became of him.

The alarms in the facility began to ring and I heard footsteps behind me. I rushed back to my office today to find it in disarray with my most recent research gone, my computer, files and all the notes Doctor Levoski and I had taken gone, I was left only with this very tape recorder which I always keep safely hidden.

I checked his office too and I saw it was also bare, as though the papers were never there at all.

I made my way to the lab down in the research wing, as I expected the the fridges are empty and all our samples missing. They have taken everything, this is unacce--

*Click*

I...Jack Lancaster caught me in the hallway after I found the fridges emptied. I could smell that fetid komodo dragon drool before he entered the room, just as well, managed to hide the recorder before he saw it. He's on the board, a rep from Lazaurochs Pharma, the hospitals parent company. He pushed me back into a seat and told me to let it go. Laz has it under control and the CDC took the samples for more 'thorough' analysis. When I made protest he just smiled, and leaned in close, his tongue grazing my muzzle.

'Keep your mouth shut Evelyn, and Laz will take care of everything. Be a good girl… or I might just let slip exactly what it is you get up to around here...'


2.
I did not go to work today. My mind is too caught up in recent events and I was unable to sleep until the wee hours. Angelique stayed up with me and stroked my hair til my heart finally stopped racing.

In the late morning hours I went to the garden looking for Serendipity, as I had not seen her for a few days. She's been spending the last few weeks in our home terrorizing the small micro-fauna colony near the back of the property bordering the forest and I was frequently gifted with trophies and offerings in my shoes.

The weather is becoming warm and pleasant again, with the sun rising high no longer obscured behind a wall of grey clouds. It was in this warm sunlight I spotted a massive preying mantis, a favorite species of mine. A bout the length of my palm if not more, and locked in mortal combat against the tiniest of lupine aggressors. Armed with what appeared to be a toothpick sized spear the little creature faced off against the bright green insect.

The spear flew and missed its mark, bouncing harmlessly off the mantis's exoskeleton. In a flash the spiked claws whipped out to grab the micro wolf, pinning it helpless with its spiny protrusions. I knelt down to watch as the mantis enjoyed its meal, popping the little mammal open easily with razor sharp mandibles and devouring him alive as it would with its own mate. What a beautiful creature, and an all too timely reminder we mustn’t yield to those who challenge us.

Bon appetite mon ami.