Harem Dreams
By Doxie and Saila

     “Yes, Master.” Came a soft soothing voice from a bright white bat as Torrie dipped his head and began to rise from his knees. The bat carefully placed his morning tea cup on the serving tray and began to exit the large dining room, “Remember what I told you. Take good care of him, he will be here today. If you do, I there will be a reward for you when I return from my voyage.”
   “Oh thank you, Master!” the bat beamed happily as he excused himself from the serving room while his master chuckled softly under his breath.
     In the kitchen the bat quickly washed his tea cup and the little pot. He frowned at the small wooden box of tea packets his master had given him last week, “Bitter tea. I don’t know why he makes me drink it.. but Master knows best.” He muttered contentedly to himself. Within an hour the bat was sitting comfortably on his favorite pillow, ears folded out to the sides as he was brushed by a lovely and quite fluffy german shepherd dressed in the same sheer silk loincloth as the bat. 
     “Master wants you to do what?!” The canine asked in shock, “I thought he said you did not have to do that unless you chose to?” He asks, voice soft and warm, much like the bats own. Torrie shook his head slowly, “It’s ok, I don’t mind. Better me than the Dillon. That lion still has a lot of anger and sadness from his initiation.” The soft chiropteran murred before a loud clatter echoed through the room, “It’s time. Be good and make Master proud. I intend to.” He whispered to the shepherd before slowly rising to his feet and moving toward the door.
     “Please! Please let me go! I won’t tell anyone, I swear! My family has money, they will pay!” Came a sharp panicked voice from down the hall as Torrie pulled a sort of poncho over his brilliant white ponco over himself. Only it was not a poncho. The garment is made of fine silk and laced with carefully embroidered celtic knotwork sewn around the edges. He slid a small leather pouch into the wide crimson band around his waist, then turned and walked toward the receiving area where two large tigers imperial guard uniforms held the chain attached to the collar around the neck of one of the loveliest hybrids the bat had ever seen, “Oh, I know why Master chose you.” Torrie chimed before bowing to the two large guards, “Thank you, friends. You delivered him in outstanding condition with no injury. I will see to it my Master is informed and you are both fitfully rewarded for your duties.” The bat rambled quickly.
     “A pleasure as always, Bat.” The larger of the two tigers growled deeply as he offered the smaller little bat a playful wink, “You want him chained in the dungeon with the rest of the recruits?” The other tiger asked, “Doesn’t look like he will be much of a laborer.”
     “No, this one goes to Master’s.. study..” He mumbles softly, “Please follow me.” The bright white  bat said as he turned to wander back into the hall, leading the two tigers and the well restrained hybrid to a large room with several racks, bondage loops on the walls, punishment horses, and all manner of rather sinister yet pristinely well maintained and cleaned furniture all around it, “Would you please put him in the table?” The polite and softly spoken bat asked, earning a wail of fear from the small male, “Your payment is in the entry, just find Dillon. Oh, and Master said if he gives you any trouble, you may each have one turn with him for misbehaving, but leave no marks.” He added.
     The two guards gave a quick nod and a very bright grin to the bat before turning and quickly vanishing out the door and back down the hall, “You think he acts up just because he knows we are coming?” One tiger asked the other,  “Heh.. you ever meet their Master? That lion only ever acts like this the day before we drop off a new recruit. What do you think?” The other answered, their combined laughter echoing down the hallway.
     “It’s ok, calm down.” Cooed the fluffy ball of albino white that Torrie happened to be as he reached down and pulled the little leather pouch from his waistband. The bat carefully opened it, revealing a row of carefully cleaned knives, blades, and leather cords. He took a long strip of leather and quickly tucked it into a class of clear clean water before reaching for a short curved knife, “I need you to be very still, ok? What is your name?” The gentle male asked as he began cutting away what few clothing the hybrid managed to have on him.
     “Please don’t.. I don’t want to die.” Pled the other male as his white and blue fur was exposed, which only caused the bat to chuckle, “Oh you beautiful thing. I would never harm you. Nobody here will ever harm you. This is a safe place. Your new home with all of your brothers and your new Master.” Chimed the bat very proudly.
     “B..but.. but I don’t want to have a Master.” Cried the adorable male on the table as the bat finished cutting away his trousers, careful to pull that lovely fluffy ringed tail off to the side, “Ohh, you get used to it. It’s wonderful, really. Ohh.. look at your tail.. you are so beautiful. What are you?” The bat asked as he lifts that tail to his face to nuzzle into it gently, “You’re going to make a wonderful eunuch and Master will love you so much, I just know it.”
     “Your Master is a.. A EUNUCH?! Oh no no no please no, I don’t wanna be a eunuch pleeeease!” The fluffy restrained male plead desperately, only to be silenced by a gentle batwing draping across his muzzle, “Shh shh shh, this is not the time for that. What is your name?” Asked the bat as he slowly climbed up onto the table before reaching down and pulling his loincloth off, dropping it beside the table onto the floor.
     “Saila.” The hybrid answered softly, “I’m a foon.. a fox.. raccoo.. you..” The foon studdered for a moment as he took in the bats plump thick sheath and the smooth patch of skin below it, “Neutered?” He finally managed to ask, his cute innocence making the bat giggle softly, “Two years ago, little foon. It was the best day of my life.” He murred as he leaned over and rubbed his muzzle along the side of that soft foon sheath, “You are lovely, you know. I was told to show you how lucky you are to be here. Master gave very clear instructions. You are.. so very lucky.” He rumbled before giving that sheath a lusty warm lick.
     “I don’t wanna be..ngh.. ohh.” the raccoon-fox moaned when he felt that tongue, his sheath starting to swell and plump up almost immediately, “Please don’t bite me. I’ll be good. Anything you want, please!” He begged, only to get another giggle from the warm little bat nosing and licking around between his restrained thighs, “I told you I will not harm you. You will be just fine. Now relax. Please? I must do this or we will both be punished. Master hates punishing us. I think it makes him sad inside.”
     “Relax. Master said I was to have you inside me.” The bat whispered as he continued licking and teasing those lovely male bits to excitement, his tongue curling and lapping over the musky hard maleness in front of him, “In..inside you?” The foon asked as the bat slowly slid himself forward until he was kneeling above Saila, “Uh huh.” Answered the bat softly as he lowered himself until he felt the warm pointed tip touch in between his thighs, making them both gasp.
     “Wha?” Muttered Saila with wide eyes as Torrie rocked forward and back slowly, “What’s wrong?” The bat asked before suddenly pressed down and back as he impaled himself on the rigid maleness jutting from the foons lap.
     Suddenly Saila was wrapped in a warm moist heaven, gently teasing and squeezing around his cock, “You.. that’s.. female?” The hybrid asked softly up to the half grinning/half moaning bat, “As I said.. lucky. Master never allows a male inside.. there.” He noted before sliding himself upwards and then back down again, his long bat toes curling into his footpads behind him, “You feel amazing.. so much better than any male before.” The bat whispered dryly as he began riding his new harem mate much more quickly, exploring the maleness with the silky and very sensitive walls of his secret little pussy.
     “So tight.. and warm.” Whimpered Saila as the bat sped up suddenly on him, those soft bat hips bouncing up and down on his own as his length tensed and began leaking warm slippery pre deep inside of the bats belly, still staring up wide eyed eyed at his playmate, specifically their union where his length was sheathed over and over into the almost surreal sight of those puffy pink petals as they slid up and down his maleness.
     “Don’t hold back.” He gasped sharply as he ground himself down, starting to tense more and more tightly every time the growing knot a the base of Saila’s cock popped in and out of his sex, his hips curling forward to aim that pointed tip inward more sharply, “Want.. to knot me?” He asks with a playful little growl, “Tell me.”
     “Please YES!” cried the foon noisily as he started to arch his hips upwards into the bats downward movements, “Yes, I want it inside you.” He grunted, trying so hard to keep himself impaled in the bat above him who felt so amazingly hot around his wet member.
     “Not so rouEEK!” The bat squeaked sharply as he felt that length pound upwards inside of him so roughly a few times before with a wet slurp he found himself suddenly being pulled down by a uncomfortable fullness between his legs. He squeezes down a few times before arching his back in and screaming in pleasure the moment he realised he had been tied to the cute foon, whose sharp cry joined the bats only moments later.
     The two layed there, bat draped over the warm fluffy foon as they panted hard, “Oh wow..” Muttered Torrie happily as he felt soothing warm pulses filling his core with a liquid heat, “I feel much better now, thank you.” Cooed the bat as he rubbed his muzzle up and down along Saila’s own.
     Saila was lost in a world of pleasure with so much warm soft bat above and around him, his curious fingers reaching to gently pet up and down the wings of the bat who seemed to have fallen asleep, his member still throbbing and squirting his viril potent seed deep inside of the warm bats belly. Problem is the foon was still well restrained and his knot was starting to ache, “H..hey.. Pst.. um.. bat lady?” He asked timidly, making the warm body above him grunt and slowly sit up.
     “Hwah? I am not a lady.” Torrie mumbled softly before bursting into a giggling fit and rocking his hips slowly, “Are you ready?” He asked, as he winced and pulled up a little, “Ngh.. still stuck.”
     “Yeah,” replied Saila, “I’m ready. I need you to pull off. Might kinda hurt a little. I’m getting sore.” He said softly, arching his hips upwards slowly as the bat pulled up then with a sharp yank he pulled his hips down, making them both yelp sharply as that knot suddenly pulled free with a very wet slurp. The foon laid his head back and panted softly for a moment as his knot shrank quickly now, the pressure finally off.
     “Hey, don’t pull so hard, that’s starting to huAHH!” He cried out as a sudden painful jerk had him stretching, a quick blinding flash of agony before it was all over. He panted and huffed deeply as he slowly slid himself off of Saila, “Ouch.. I don’t think I’m made for that.” He whimpered as he leaned back and reached down to trace around his sore petals as just the tiniest few drops of white leaked from his sex, “I’m glad you’re ready. It is much easier when you can relax.” He chimed brightly as he slid back and reached down for a bowl beside the table, “If you breathe nice and deep, this may not hurt at all.” He said softly as a soft sponge was pulled from the bowl, the bat starting to delicately and thoroughly clean all around Saila’s maleness, thighs, and especially the heavy pouch holding those two orbs.
     “Ready? Wait! Ready for what?! No not that! Please!” Saila squealed as panic began to set back in, “Anything but that, I.. I need them.” He whimpered, the thought of being neutered causing his length to retreat back into his sheath fully.
     “The bat folded his ears back and whimpered softly as he reaches for his first razor. The sharp blade glistening in the bright torch light of the room, “Shh, please stay calm. And no matter what just don’t move, ok?” He asked as he brought that blade to rest along the base of the foons heavy sac, his other wing pushing down firmly on that white underbelly to hold the frightened male sill as he pulled the blade down and.. carefully removed the soft fur covering that heavy pouch, “See? That isn’t bad at all.” He noted playfully.
     “No no no nooooo!” Saila squealed as he felt that blade press to the side of his scrotum and then howled at he felt the blade press in and slide down, his cry of terror and anticipated pain suddenly fading as he arched his head down to see what the strange sensation was, “What?” He asked curiously as his tail flicked off to the side of the table.
     “Gotta get the fur off to keep the site clean.” The bat chimed softly as he continued to work, rinsing the soon furless sac clean before reaching down for a small dark amber jar, “This part might be kinda cold, but it won’t last long. You want to be nice and pretty for Master, don’t you?” He asked as he dipped a clean piece of cloth in the dark almost black liquid before starting to pat all over the exposed skin and even the surrounding fur with the extract, “It will keep you clean.” He noted while he corked the bottle and set it aside again, “Easy part is over, sweety.” He muttered as he wiggled back a bit further and carefully secured that blue and white ringed tail down with his legs while lifting a very small and amazingly sharp little blade in his fingers next, “It’s going to hurt. Think about how pretty you will be for Master and how nice he will make you feel. How happy you will be for being a good boy, ok?” He said warmly as he brought the blade in closer and closer.
     “Please don’t. Please no, please!” The frightened foon whimpered as the blade moved in closer and closer until he felt it touch against not the center of his tender sac but the side right against his groin, “Nonononono!” He plead sharply, the bat whimpering above him, “Shh, please don’t beg. If I don’t Master will take what’s left of me.” He whimpered, Torrie’s eyes filling with tears as soon to be eunuch plead for his malehood.
     Torrie paused for just a moment and leaned forward, sighing softly, “If you make me cry, I will have trouble seeing.” He whispered softly before kissing Saila on the top of the head once. He leaned back upright and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a nice deep breath. The bat relaxed quietly and then with a calm steady paw pressed the blazingly sharp blade inward before slowly sliding it down in a wide circle toward the bottom of the fox-coons’ freshly shaven sac.
     Saila’s world was pure confusion, his adorable ears folding back, “I’ll.. try.” He whimpered softly after the kiss only to arch his head back and whine sharply as the razor sharp blade pressed into his tender flesh, “That.. hurt. It hurts.. OUUUUUWWW!” He suddenly howled as a hot burning sensation followed the path of the blade as one side of his scrotum is quickly and precisely cut away from his groin.
     “I know, baby, I know. It will be over soon, please be strong.” Torrie whimpered as he moved the blade to the other side, repeating the cut expertly. A moment later and the smooth pouch was slide off of those orbs and set aside in a small clean dish which leaves those two delicate orbs hanging exposed between Saila’s furry thighs. Torrie reached for a small swab and dipped it in the dark extract used earlier before gently dabbing it around the wound. The liquid seems to stop the bleeding very quickly as it dulls the pain. It still hurts, but not nearly as bad.
     “Please stop. It hurts.” He whimpers sadly as tears began to roll down his cheeks and onto the table on each side of his head. He pants and whines, whimpering and then suddenly downright crying. All of that changes the moment he feels that cold sensation as his scrotum is slid away and set in the bowl, his watery eyes almost bugging out, “Oh nooo please.” He begged all the harder as the reality of the situation began to sink in. He would not be male much longer and he knew it. The dabbing of the ointment caused the foon to tense and cry out sharply before helping to relax a bit, “It.. what is that? Are you.. am I.. is it done?” He asked through the tears and sobbing.
     “Almost. It is almost done.” Torrie whined softly as he reached for the soaked leather, which he dips in the ointment, “It keeps infection down and helps with the discomfort.” He whispers softly as he pulls the strip of hyde out and gently tucks it under one of those orbs, lifting it as the string is brought up right against Saila’s groin and then quickly tied into a very tight knot around that chord. He brings the knife up a moment later to trim the leather string before repeating the process on the other side.
     Saila feels the cold wetness of the strips and begins to fret all the more, “Y..you can stop. I have money, I.. I can have sex with you. Anything. Please stop, it’s not too late.” The foon begged franticly, only to be silence as a ache in his gut nearly takes his breath away, only to come again a few moments later when the other chord is tied off.
     “I’m sorry, it’s too late.” He whispered, his own tears starting to dampen his cheeks yet the bat dare not reach to wipe his cheeks. Instead he struggled to work more quickly, wanting to end the pain as fast as he can. Luckily those chords soaked in the ointment help as well. The bat reaches up with the blade and leans in closer, “Hey, look at me, Saila.” He chirps sharply.
     All Saila knew was pain. His gut was tightened up, and a throbbing stabbing pain was radiating upwards through his abdomen from his groin. The fox sobbed hard, trying to overcome the discomfort as best he could when suddenly there was a sharp voice. It was not harsh, but commanding. He looked up and blinked some of the tears from his eyes, “Torrie it hurts.” He cried deeply and then he felt a tug inside of him.
     “You’re beautiful and Master will love you forever. You’re a good boy.” He said as he gathered both of those doomed orbs in his fingers with one paw while the other quickly and precisely pulled the blade across the chords.
     “Please.” Was all the little foon could whimper before a sudden flash of overwhelming pain nearly sends him into shock, leaving him twitchin and gasping on the table. However bad the pain is, a few more moments later and it has already faded to a simply and quite dull ache, “It.. nooo.. I don’t.. I don’t want to be neutered.” He whined out soft and low.
     “It’s too late for that, my brother.” Torrie murred affectionately as he lifts those two separated testis from the groin of their previous owner and toward a piece of white cloth. He pulls the cloth away to reveal a small jar with two very similar orbs already floating in it. “That is odd.” Torrie whispered to himself as he lifted the lid and gently deposited Sailas manhood inside, his lips slowly curling into a soft smile, “Oh, Master already knows your name.” He says as his eyes tear up again, “He is very smart and very sweet.. see?!” He says brightly as he turns the jar so the new eunuch can see what is written on the white paper label on the other side.
     “I.. I don’t.. those are my..?” He asks, watching the orbs being dropped in the jar as he starts to shiver with shock, though the pain does begin to die quickly. His eyes only widen in shock as the jar is turned, the white label reads “TORRIE” across the top in large block letters and beneath it is a red heart roughly drawn with “SAILA” scrolled in much more recently.
     “Not any more, my sweet.” Torrie said softly as he reached down with a fine thread from a horses tail, properly cleaned, and a very sharp needle, “The worst is over, this will just be a little pinch here or there.” He said soothingly as he began stitching the wound shut from the bottom up, adding more and more ointment as he moved until nothing but a very fine little thin wound remained, neatly sutured shut. “My sweet, lets get you clean and relaxed, ok?” The bat asked before sliding off of the table and around to the head where he carefully unbuckles the restrains on Sailas’ wrists, and his ankles next. He steps over and offers a warm steady wing, “Careful. You’ll be sore.” He murmured.
     “It’s ok, I think.” Saila said dryly, his voice hoarse from crying, “The pain is fading a little.” He noted as he gently sat up and rubbed his wrists which were slightly sore. He never realised how hard he was pulling on those restraints. The foon looked up to the offered wing with so many emotions. Anger and hurt from being treated like this, confusion at the mixed feelings inside of himself, and some sort of painful hurt at knowing how much the bat suffered from being forced to do that to him, “He sounds awful. Making you do this to furs.” He whispered, the conflict of emotions almost bringing him back to tears again as he gently slid off of the table and leaned on the warm wing slightly.
     “Oh no, Master is wonderful. I am.. very gentle. He probably wanted me to do it so you would not suffer. The others can be um.. brutal.. they are mostly carnivores and have to be very fast. So the smell of blood doesn’t get to them.” Torrie explained as he began walking along beside the foon, his wing slowly wrapping around the newly minted eunuch like a warm leathery and very much alive robe, “The bath is across the hall. Come.”
     “Ohh, that seems, kinda nice I suppose.” Saila muttered in no small measure of confusion. He walked along beside Torrie, unable to help keep himself from leaning in a bit closer against the bat more closely, “Did it hurt you?” He finally asked as he was very gently lowered into the warm and very soothing water. A second later a very tired looking bat slides in facing the foon.
     “Yes, it always hurts me to do that to someone. Especially someone so sweet and cute as you.” He answered with not so much as the slightest blush in his cheeks and ears, “But when you meet Master and are healed. When you see how very happy you will be here with us, then I will feel better.” He noted warmly before reaching up to begin massaging and cleaning the new harem foon, “It is a life of nothing but pleasure. Sometimes we even mess up just because the punishments are fun. Master always seems to know when we do it on purpose.”
     “Huh? Oh no I mean..” Saila pauses and can’t help but blush at Torrie’s answer, “I mean when you were, um, neutered.” He rumbles softly, relaxing back further when those nimble little claws of the bat begin massaging and relaxing him, cleaning his distressed fur from the days stresses.
     “Oh, well, that was years ago and I try not to think about it. Yes.. it hurt. Master did mine himself and the medicine was not nearly as good then. We have made it much better through testing.” He noted as he leaned in and touched a gentle kiss to that foon nosepad as his fingers began cleaning around those very tender wounds where Saila was recently stitched together, but never touched them directly to keep the medicine coating them, “You’re going to heal so beautifully. I think this is the best I have ever done. You may not even have a scar at all.”
     “Well that is good, I guess. I’m sorry it hurt you. It hurt a lot but I just.. it doesn’t seem real. Seems like it is hard to remember how much it hurt.” He whispered as he reached up to pet down the bat’s chestfluff down to his chiropteran sheath to pet over the smooth spot where his own bat-nuts used to be. He yanked his paw back and whimpered softly, “It seems lovely on you.” Saila whispered as he forced himself to look away from the bats bright vibrant pink eyes.
     “I would never want to be any other way.” Torrie says in response as he leaned back to let the sweet foon explore himself, only to whimper when Saila looked away, “We should get out of the water. You need to keep your stitches dry as much as you can and keep the ointment on them for a week. I am very sad to say that.. this is the most comfortable you will be for a few days. It’s going to get more painful over the next two days and then it will quickly feel much better every day. After a week I will take out your stitches and Master said as soon as you can get hard again you get to um.. well.. I am to ride you every day for a week and then you get to meet Master when he gets back.” He beams excitedly as he moved to climb out of the water. Torrie seems to ignore his own needs and holds up one of the biggest towels anyone has ever seen for the foon to step into.
     “It’s going to hurt worse again?” He asked, with no small amount of despair in his voice, “Can you make it better?” Saia asked more urgently to the bat as he stepped out and into the towel. He was sore and hurting, and the thought of it getting worse made him shiver but not from being cold.
     “I will be there to serve you and sooth you as best I can. I will wait on you wing and foot in every way you ask. I will be yours for five days, in essence.” He says with a warm smile as he began drying and ruffling over that lovely blue and white fur, “Lets get you into bed and I will brush you asleep, ok?”
     “I would like.. yes, thank you.” Saila whined as he suddenly tucked himself more tightly in against the bat, which gets him wrapped in those wings nice and tightly. He rests there warm and feeling safe and accepted for the first time since he was taken, only to be suddenly and slowly unwrapped and led back into the hall again. Torrie leads him down a few more doors and into another room with a lavish bed.
     “Up, time to rest.” The bat churred as he helped Saila into the comfy bed before pulling a warm thick blanket up over the foon’s lower body. He reached up and pulled a small brush from the nightstand, which he began gently brushing and grooming Saila’s fur with, starting up with those lovely ears and slowly brushing downwards, “Relax, rest, I will be here in the morning for you.” He whispered softly as he waited so patiently for his new family member to drift off to sleep.
     The bat smiled and reached up to brush a lock of fur out of Saila’s face before kissing the foon on the forehead, then very carefully slid out of bed and into his master’s chambers, “It is done, Master.” The bat whispered softly only to get suddenly wrapped up in big strong arms.
     “You are a good pet and I cherish you. How did he take?” The strong dominant asked the bat before turning and lifting a small silver dish, “I have a reward for you. It is almost gone, this is the last. I’m leaving in a few minutes so you must eat it now.” He noted as he turned to offer a small slice of musky ripe fruit to the bat who stared at it with bright wide eyes.
     “Master is that.. for me?” He asked in shock as he stared at the fruit in shock. He licked his lips a few times and then suddenly frowned and folded his big expressive ears back, “Master, Saila is crushed. May I.. give this to him? It will make his blood flow hot. He will heal faster and feel intact. Perhaps it will sooth his transition?” He asks, sounding hopeful.
     “You have taken to him, haven’t you?” The large dominant asked as he slid those strong masculine paws down to pet and rub over the bats warm stomach, “Did you claim him?” He asks his pet.
     “Claim.. oh..” Torrie did blush at that as he squirmed a little in place, “I..yes, he knotted me. I was not as ready as I thought. It felt wonderful. Better than anyone else except for you.” He admits only to squeak and tense when a paw slides between his legs to rub over those hidden petals between them, “MaAASTER!” he squeaks, so confused.
     “Goodess you are wet and I don’t think it’s from the bath. Look how sensitive you are. You have done everything I asked. Keep drinking your tea and I want my new pet well drained by the time I get back. He can play under your tail, but only after you have had him in your cute little pussy five more times.” He notes before leaning down to kiss his bat on the top of the head once and then turns away to gather his traveling trunk, “He may have it, but not for one week. Don’t worry, the fruit will keep at least a week.” He rumbled as closed the lid, that tail flicking side to side in a display that the bat always knows means he is in very high spirits, “Torrie you did well today. I’m happy with you, and I know you’re going to make me very proud in the future.”
     “Thank you, Master. So much. I am grateful for everything you do for us. I know the others are as well.” He noted as his ears hung out to the sides, “I.. oh yes, I hope to always make you proud.” The bat noted before politely dismissing himself. He wandered back down to his new room, confused as to why he was not allowed to sleep in the harem with the others, but never thinking about questioning it. He gently slid back into bed and under the blankets before nestling in good and close with his cheek resting on Saila’s chest. The steady thumping of the sweet foon’s heart quickly carrying the bat off into peaceful and happy sleep while a small silver dish sat covered and securely tied shut on the serving tray across the room where nobody would dare touch it.