Career Change
By KLN / Kernog
Chapter 1 - Adventurers
“Here, catch my hand,” Kernog said as he extended his arm down to Zaman. The two of them were an unlikely pair of adventurers. He was a gorilla warrior, an exotic anthro race seldom seen so far in the west. His comrade grabbed the ape black-furred arm with his black, scaly hand. Zaman was a cobra sorcerer, and while he had by no means a weak constitution, he was less used than Kernog in climbing the rubbles that led back to the surface.

The two adventurers were frustrated. Less because the only things they found during their exploration were aggressive monsters, but because of its cost.
“See? I told you I was right to haggle for this tip about an ‘unexplored section’,” the gorilla said, as he helped the cobra back on his feet. “A well-placed coin can get you good intel, but you need to stay cautious about it. ‘Honor among thieves’ is bullshit.”
“Thinking back about it, the simple fact that we haggled over the price should have been a red flag,” Zaman replied, as collected as usual.
A sigh escaped Kernog’s mouth. Not only were the both of them covered in dust and sand, but on top of that he was sweaty and dirty with monster blood.
“Do not be so moody,” the sorcerer continued. “The monster parts will easily cover our losses.”

Elk-Zurik was originally a small mining town, nested in the western mountains. It has experienced an unprecedented economic boom for the past two years, after the miners dug too deep and discovered a network of old tunnels. Discovering a pristine uncharted dungeon was a rare find nowadays, and the Adventurers Guild wasted no time putting their grabby hands and turning Elk-Zurik into one of the most active dungeon exploration spots in the region. Progress was slow, partly because the dungeon was filled with the usual traps and monsters, partly because the Guild was in no rush to finish the job. After all, a cleared dungeon is a dungeon deemed safe to explore by everyone, not only them…

Kernog and Zaman were not fully-fledged “adventurers”. To become one, you had to know the right people and grease the right paws. And “suck the right dicks”, as Kernog used to say, to Zaman’s annoyance at the gorilla’s speaking manners. So like many other “freelancers”, the pair had to slip their way in, usually from undiscovered entrances or artificially made ones. The latter was much more uncommon, as it involved either shovels and a lot of stamina, or explosives and a lot of luck (and distance from the main entrance).

While they both had the unmistakable look and gait of adventurers, Kernog and Zaman’s gear was less flamboyant, by necessity and also because they had to buy and maintain it on the cheap. Kernog was wearing a set of reinforced leather armor of good quality, which was probably his most prized possession at the moment despite being second-hand. His long sword and shield were the basic stuff one could find in any blacksmith’s shop. Zaman was not wearing much compared to the ape: just a hooded cape and a pair of baggy pants, all purple in color. Several potion flasks and scrolls hung from his belt. The potions were close to their expiration date (and some of them were past it), and most of the scrolls were empty or discharged, but it gave the cobra an air of professionalism that his companion lacked. In any case, Zaman had no need for more armor as he could simply cast a rather efficient Magic Armor spell on himself. Kernog favored the good old physical leather, to the cobra’s regret. It had no risk of dissipating in the middle of a tense fight, after all.

“Can you give me a light, Zam?” Kernog asked. A short incantation and a flicker of the hand later, a small ball shining with white light materialized just above the gorilla’s neck. “Thanks.”
After a couple more minutes of climbing, the pair reached the exit. It led to a small abandoned mountain temple. Its floor had caved in a couple months ago after a storm, revealing this new passage. (according to the informant).

Kernog suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and the warrior blocked Zaman’s way with his arm. The cobra’s hood instinctively flared when he saw what got his companion worried. There was someone sitting on one of the stone benches of the ruined temple. A female hyena. Kernog’s second-hand outfit paled in comparison to her visibly pristine high-end armor. She was neither a beggar, nor a freelancer like them. The hyena smirked, and stopped fiddling with her carving knife and the tree branch she was holding.
“Good evening, good sirs,” she said in a mocking tone. “How was the looting?”
“You are a member of the guild, aren’t you?” Zaman questioned calmly.
“Yes. And you are not,” the hyena replied.
“Does it matter? This temple’s half an hour away from Elk-Zurik,” Kernog said. 
They always had the same excuse ready, in case they were caught: that they were out robbing some other tomb or ruin nearby, that they did not know it led into the dungeon, that they were really sorry and would not do it again, and so on. It worked the three previous times, usually because the guard or the adventurer would turn a blind eye as soon as some gold coins changed ownership.
The hyena chuckled. Kernog tried his best to repress his anger at the sight of this cocky privileged bitch. “Let me guess,” she started. “You do not know that the giant network of caves that run under the entire mountain also runs under that temple. Which is on that same mountain.”
“Let us not exaggerate. No dungeon can be this big,” Zaman lied with an impeccable poker face. “Perhaps we can talk things through and clear that little misunderstanding.”
The hyena slowly stood up. Her grin still did not fade from her face. “Thing is, there’s no misunderstanding. And we’re done talking.” She snapped her fingers.
The world became a blurry whirlpool around Kernog. The gorilla staggered. He felt as if he just binge-drank an entire barrel of wine. He had just the time to recognize the telltale effects of a Hypnosis effect before he loses his balance, and falls down on the stone floor. Through his dizziness and his numbness, he heard Zaman scuffle with someone, and strong pairs of arms taking hold of his body. He was not really perceiving what was happening, he was just feeling it. Feeling himself being stripped naked, then feeling something being wrapped around his black-furred body. He could discern with some effort at least four voices other than his friend’. It was an ambush.

When the world stopped turning, Kernog found himself sitting on his knees. Hard rope held his arms tied behind his back. Loops passed around his neck and his spread ankles, forming a triangular pattern, ensured that he would not be able to stand up or move his body beyond what the rope biting into his fur allowed. 
The gorilla heard grunts on his left side, and turned his neck. He saw Zaman lying on his side, hogtied in an even more restrictive position. The snake was stripped of the few clothes he had, and his sex was flopping on the dusty floor. Kernog realized only now that he had been stripped of everything he was wearing as well while he was confused. The cobra’s naked body bore the mark of a few bruises. The attackers must have probably used force, when they saw that the sorcerer resisted the enemy mage’s spell. However, the snake looked mostly unhurt, probably thanks to his race’s tougher constitution.

Zaman was flanked by two adventurers, a male cat and a female dog. They turned the snake on his belly to finish his bondage. The cobra’s mouth was already blocked by a big ball gag and his tail curled up and firmly tied to his neck by a rope, but it was a well-known fact among warriors and other fighters that magic users could cast dangerous spells with even a flick of a finger. So the hyena’s minions tied Zaman’s fingers together, and locked his thumbs with a small piece of metal. They did the same thing for his toes. Kernog inferred from that excess of caution that it was not the first mage they were handling a sorcerer in that manner.
Kernog heard the two chat, while they were busy with their bondage work.
“I still can’t believe that’s not a slit. There go my thirty coins,” the male cat said, in a dejected tone.
“Told ya, though,” the female dog replied. “All anthros got the same tools. It’s just the size that changes. Didn’t expect it to be that big, though.” As she said that, the canine nudged Zaman’s sex with a boot, earning a disapproving growl from the cobra. “Ah, shut up, ya scalie. Ya should consider yerself lucky, ‘stead.”

“Well, look who’s up,” the hyena said, cutting Kernog’s observation to a close. The ape looked in front of him, then up at the hyena eyeing him from head to toe. The mage, a male rat, walked to her side. Like Zaman, he wore baggy pants, but he obviously had enough money to wear it with a sleeveless jacket adorned with patches of enchanted threads which were shining lightly in the dimming light of dusk. He also seemed to follow that odd fashion statement among wizards that consisted in covering one’s head with a big pointy hat.
“You bitch!” Kernog shouted. “What’s the big idea?”
The hyena smiled, then took a couple steps forward. The slap of her gloved hand on Kernog’s cheek reverberated on the walls of the temple. The strike was strong enough for the gorilla to jerk his head, and invite the ropes holding him to pull and tighten. “Gnn!”
“The next time you run your mouth, I’m taking away your talking privilege, like your scaly friend.” The female adventurer leaned forward, until the ape could feel her breath on his nose. “Got it, bitch?”
Kernog said nothing, and stared at her with defiance in his eyes. Losing her smile for the first time, the hyena stepped on the gorilla’s sex, pinning it under her boot. 
“I asked you a question!”
“Aow, yes, yes, alright,” the gorilla grunted.

Seemingly satisfied, the leader of the band stepped back, and talked to her comrades. “So, what did they have?”
“Absolutely nothing,” the cat answered. “The leather armor is of higher quality, so it will fetch some coins, but I’d rather fight monsters naked than being caught wearing this.” The feline negligently kicked Kernog’s leather armor away. “Suffice to say, the rest’s crap.”
“I’m gonna give you crap…” the gear’s previous owner growled, which made the cat chuckle.
“And the scaly,” the hyena said, at the mage’s attention.
The rat shrugged. “The clothes are of decent quality but… Yeah. No enchantment, no trinket. The snake’s probably still wearing his acolyte robes. If he ever was an acolyte of course. So many students end up failing the first year, I wouldn’t be surprised he’s one of them.”
“Sssss!” Zaman’s angry whistle made the rat suddenly quiet down. If the reptile was not tied up and gagged, the rodent would probably sing another song.
Instead, the female dog stepped on the cobra’s head, squeezing him on the stone floor. “Quiet, ye!” she barked in her strong foreign accent.
If eyes could throw spells instead of metaphorical daggers, Zaman’s glare would have zapped her on the spot.
“A-anyway, nothing of value,” the rat hastily concluded.

“Well, what a shame. Looks like you’re not even salvageable for a shakedown,” the hyena concluded.
“So that so-called ‘undiscovered entrance’ was your doing?” Kernog questioned, in an accusing tone.
“The monkey finally understood. About time.”
The gorilla’s anger exploded, “I’m not a monkey, you fucking whore!”  he screamed, as he tried to break his bindings.
“Rod, shut him up,” the hyena calmly ordered the rat. “Use the kinky one, I want to have some fun.”
“Oh, uh, okay,” he replied. He quickly produced a second gag from this gag. Except this gag was not a ball, but a small reproduction of a penis. There was a purple sigil on the base of the fake sex.
“Fripo, Stella, hold his head.”
With some efforts, the two goons held Kernog still enough for the rat to slam without ceremony the dildo gag into the ape’s mouth. 
“Mmmf! Ffk-fff!”
While the rat did not seem confident, the others treated it as a joke, and laughed heartily as Kernog tried to spit out the gag, without success now that it was firmly attached around his head.

“Okay, now turn it on and put it to the max he can take,” the hyena said. “Don’t asphyxiate him, though.”
Rod touched the bottom of the sigil with his finger. The symbol began glowing. Then, he slid the digit up. 
Kernog’s gagged roars turned into distressed moans as the dildo gag suddenly increased in girth and length, pushing his jaws apart. “Ggmmm! Mmmk! MMMM!”
“Whoops, put it to ‘max’ max,” the rat said with a large grin. It made the rest of the band burst out in laughter while Zaman was flopping on the floor like a stranded fish, anguished for his friend.
Rod slowly reduced the gag’s size. It was still girthy enough that it felt uncomfortable for the gorilla, but at least he could breathe and the gag reflexes stopped.
“Stumblin’ on that magic sex shop in Lusuria was probably the best thing that happened to us,” Stella commented. “This’ll never get old. “Hey, Almy, maybe we could use the pants one on the snake?”
The hyena seemed to consider it for a moment. “Hmm… Nah. We’ll get a higher price if he’s still tight. If we are to split the money in four, we should strive to get something for which we’ll all be satisfied.”

Zaman was the first to understand what the adventurers were talking about. His flopping intensified. The cobra was shaking his head vigorously in an attempt to plead the pair’s cause.
“Aw, look who’s got all excited,” Almy said. Once again, the joke found an easy audience. “Don’t worry, love. The both of you will not stay long in the slave pens. I know a lot of rich folks who would absolutely love to either ride that cock or destroy that ass. Or both.
“I heard snakes could swallow everything,” Fripo the cat added. “We might just find him tied to a glory hole, deepthroating elephant cocks.”
“Usin’ that hunk in a glory hole? Fuck off, that’d be a waste,” Stella retorted. “I’d rather take a turn on ‘im right now, then.”
“What did I say…” the hyena interjected, in a playful tone.
The female dog seemed genuinely disappointed. “Urk. Oh well. We can all agree the gorilla’s just good to be ‘n egg carrier, right?”
The rat mage chuckled. “You’d be surprised about some people’s tastes. You don’t see primates much in these parts. I’m sure some people will want to have a taste of the ‘savage jungles’. Just dress him in a fake palm leaf loincloth and some bone trinkets, and he’ll look the part. He already acts like it, after all.”
Kernog and Zaman have never felt so humiliated. It was not the first time that they had a bad encounter, but until now it always ended up with them giving up a few coins and not being worse for wear. But to be tied up naked like an animal, demeaned and molested…
“Okay, that’s enough,” Almy said, once everyone got their turn at having a laugh at the pair’s expense. “Put the ‘humblers’ on them, so we can untie their legs, and let’s put them in the cart.”

The adventurers followed the hyena’s orders. They came back with a pair of unusual metallic restraints. They were constituted of a pair of arc-shaped bars, joined together by screws on each side.There was a tiny interstice in the middle of the arc.
Kernog was made to lean forward. Then, one of the adventurers grabbed his scrotum and pulled his testicles behind his legs, to his vocal protests. Zaman was given the same treatment, and had the same reaction.
Zaman gave anguished looks behind him when he felt the cold metal of the bars against his thighs, as they were spread to let his sack pass in-between, before they were screwed back together. The end result was that his balls were trapped behind his legs, with the bar pushing against his scaly skin.
“Okay, no funny feet business, I’m watching,” the cat said as he untied the cobra’s ankles, and removed the shackle holding his big toes together. Then, the feline pulled the sorcerer back on his knees.
Zaman instinctively stretched up. And he was given an instant explanation of why this restraint was called a “humbler”. The device kept his balls trapped, and his stretch was interrupted by a sudden pang of pain in his groin. “Hmpf!” the cobra grumbled, before the pain forced him to lean back forward. A second pained grunt, next to the snake, told him that Kernog made the same discovery.

The pair was led to a nearby cart by the crooked adventurers. The humbler forced them to cross the short distance in a slow and humiliating crawl. Once they were in the cart, a process made much harder and uncomfortable because of their bondage, the cat and the dog jumped in with them, while Almy and Rod took place in the driver seat. A crude tarp was thrown on the prisoners. The guard would obviously turn a blind eye to what four fully fledged adventurers were carrying, but they would rather not draw a crowd on their way to the black market.
The hyena whipped the feral horses. They started pulling the cart, eliciting pained groans from Zaman and Kernog as they were rocked by the wooden vehicle.  It was going to be a long ride to Elk-Zurik.
Chapter 2 - Slaves
The chaotic and uncomfortable trip took one hour. When the tarp wall pulled off, Zaman and Kernog found themselves staring at the dark ceiling of some unknown warehouse. The light of dozens of torches danced around them. They belonged to the adventurers who captured them, and to burly guards who stared at the naked and disheveled pair, ready to strike if any of them tried to pull out a stunt.
The testicles of the two males were mercifully released from their shackles. There was no need for this additional bit of caution and humiliation.

Almy the hyena was conversing with a fat boar while the two prisoners were brought to them.
“Oh, nice catch, indeed,” the boar said, as he examined the ape and the cobra from head to toe. “You know, people think we’d rather have girls, like in the capital, but boys are much more valuable in these remote parts.” When he saw the adventurer’s quizzical face, he added, forming a circle with his right hand and passing his left middle fingers through it repeatedly. “They can go both ways. With some training, or course.”
“Oooh, I see,” Almy reacted, feigning interest. “So, about our cut.”
“Thirty percent as usual. Since they’re rather exotic, I’ll be a charm and go to thirty-five, but not above.”
“Why, thank you for your generosity,” Almy said sarcastically.
“Hey, thirty five percent of one-thousand is more than thirty percent of five-hundreds, don’t you think? Let’s not get greedy and waste such a great, er, professional relationship.”
The hyena shrugged. The boar had a point: they had too much to lose, her being part of the Adventurers Guild, and he being the sole black market slave trader in Elk-Zurik. “Yes, let’s not. Thirty five.”
“Thirty five, it’s a deal, then,” the boar answered with satisfaction. “So, let’s give the both of you a closer look.”

The slave trader started his inspection with Zaman. “Quite the fit and healthy lad… And well-endowed too.”
Zaman shuddered as he felt the boar’s hands grab, grop, and pinch. He let out a squeal when he felt a finger prod his asshole. “Still tight. That’s perfect. You’ll do nicely in a noble’s harem or in a brothel.”
“He’s a sorcerer, too,” the hyena added. “We did not give him the occasion to use his skills, but he looked the part at least.”
“Oh, neat. Harem it’s bound to be, then. These aristocrats love a sex slave that can hold a conversation, y’know?”
“Hmph!” the snake puffed in protest.
“Ah, stop whining, scaly, you’re a lucky one, you’ll have no issues finding a buyer,” the boar replied, giving the cobra’s butt a spank which made the prisoner jump in surprise and pain. “I know folks who had worse fates. Speaking of…”

Kernog shuddered as the slaver turned towards him while he finished his sentence. The ape was subjected to the same groping “ritual” as Zaman. But the boar seemed to be more interested in his muscle gut. “A lot of folks love using and breaking brute-looking guys like you. The more uppity the better. So I should have a buyer, but you might interest a monster breeder more. All that fat and muscle are great to keep eggs warm. And I’m sure that with some enchantments you’ll give plenty of milk. Of both kinds.”
The ape jerked in horror and began panicking. “Nnnh! Nmmm!” Guards were quick to take a hold of him, and keep him still.
“Hey, it’s a living,” the boar joked, patting the gorilla’s shoulder in fake sympathy. “Okay, boys, set them up. The market opens in one hour and I want them in tonight’s line-up.”

Zaman and Kernog were led to a big room by well-armed guards. Most of the space was occupied by a big podium, on which pillories were lined up. Several prisoners were already occupying some of them, staring at the new arrivals in desperation or sobbing as the gorilla and the cobra were attached next to each other on unoccupied restraints.
The two prisoners were once again forced in an uncomfortable position by the device. One slab trapped their ankles and forced them to stand, while another one, set in a perpendicular position, ensnared their wrists and necks and forced them to bend forward.
Because he was a magic user, Zaman received more attention. Mittens were fastened on his hands, forcing him to keep them balled up into fists, and a collar was attached to his scaly neck. The mage had a hunch of what this collar was doing. The hunch was confirmed when his gag was removed and he tried to speak: no sound came out of his mouth. This was a silence collar. Something else promptly came back to occupy his mouth: a metal ring gag that forced his jaws open. Kernog’s gag was swapped as well, the guards laughing when they saw that it was not the usual kind.
"Ah… Fahhh!”
“...”

Time passed very slowly. From their position, Zaman and Kernog had a good view of what was in front of them, but not much else. They did manage to catch a glimpse and to hear the footsteps of a small crowd that approached the podium from the sides.
“Oh my, would you look at that.”
“A snake and a female horse? That’s a good night.”
“That gorilla’s going to be a tough sell, ha ha ha.”
A bell rang, then the boar voice shouted in the room: “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please!” The discussions became whispers as everyone was reporting their attention to the slave trader.
“First of all, good evening, and thank you for coming again tonight,” the boar began. After a few voices responded with a polite good evening of their own, he continued: “As per tradition, a quick reminder of the rules: you will have half-an-hour to give the slaves a proper examination. Do not harm the slaves, do not penetrate a slave yourself even with your fingers: ask our staff for a demonstration, do not make our slaves orgasm: we’ll foot you the cleaning bill.” Laughter filled the room. “And finally, please keep circulating around the pillories to let everyone have their turn. Once the bell rings in thirty minutes, the auction will start. That is all.” The boar rings his bell again, and the animation around Zaman and Kernog resumes.

Kernog and Zaman felt heat rise in their cheeks as they felt, rather than saw, people walk past and around them. Both of them got instantly a lot of attention. Like the hyena and the boar said, they looked like rich folk, of both genders. There were always at least two people in front of them and who knows how many outside of their restricted field-of-view, perusing them like an old clock in an antique shop. Hands brushed and squeezed almost every exposed square inch. Their testicles were weighed and their sexes measured many times, each time to the patron’s satisfaction. Bolder buyers jerked them off for a brief moment, forcing them into a humiliating state of erection while the patrons gauged the length, the girth, and the shape of their sex, and sometimes pulled back and pinched their foreskin to examine their glans.

Occasionally, the hands were getting uncomfortably closer to their anus. The visitors were not simply content to check their teeth and tongue, but were also pulling the latter and discreetly testing their gag reflex. It ended in the same way each time. Someone called: “Assistant!”
Somebody came, carrying a stick with a dildo. On the buyer’s request, the stick was hastily lubed and pushed into their ass or their mouth, then thrusted a few times while both of them thrashed around, to the audience’s amusement. They used a different dildo on each end and for each person, but that was a small mercy. From the whines and the squeaks coming from their left, they knew that the other sold prisoners were submitted to the same demeaning treatment.

The bell finally rang one more time. Both Zaman and Kernog were in disbelief that only one half of an hour passed. The crowd of buyers walked away, and assembled in front of the podium. The boar then walked around to take the bids. 
It was an odd ritual, which reminded Kernog of the fish markets of his homeland. The slave trader’s hand was concealed in an open bag. The buyers slipped their hand into the opposite side of the bag one after the other.
Zaman figured that both parties were discussing the “products” and their prices through a series of hand and finger gestures. Both a way to ensure secrecy, and to prevent a slave to play the crowd while the bids were climbing.

Once a first pass was made, the slave trader formed small groups. There was a lot of back-and-forth between every party. Concurrent bidding, and probably deals between buyers. The cobra and the gorilla were among the first slaves whom the boar asked to remove and prepare for their new buyer.
Kernog’s wrists and neck were tied again, but this time he was tied together with Zaman. Their mouths were also finally unobstructed. A white-furred vixen, who was part of the crowd, was waiting next to them. She was probably their buyer. When her newest acquisitions were secured, she walked to them.
“So, what’s your name?” she first asked Zaman.
The cobra tilted his neck, showing the silence collar.
“Oh right. Well, you’ll have to answer for him too,” she said in reaction, this time to Kernog.
There was no use acting angry or antagonistic. For now. “I’m Kernog. He’s Zaman.”
“Kernog. Zaman,” the vixen repeated. She produced a smoking pipe from her bag and began filling it with tobacco. “I am madam Renada. From now on, you will address me as ma’am or mistress, or not at all. Even you, Zaman, once you get your seal tattoos done and that collar’s removed.”
Zaman shivered. Unlike a simple collar, magic sealing tattoos simply diminished a sorcerer’s power, to the point that he could only perform mere party tricks. But they were also permanent. He nodded with hesitation.
“Oi, don’t give me that. You’ll be better with me than getting all dirty and sweaty in a dark cave.” Madam Renada gave Zaman’s cheek an affectionate rub. Kernog did not get the same attention, but she was the first to look at him like he was a normal person, since that damn afternoon. Hopefully, the silk glove was not hiding an iron hand, Kernog thought. 
“Don’t worry, my lovelies. Obey me and do your job, and you’ll be fed, you’ll be kept healthy, and you’ll have a decent bed for when you’re done with your shift. I have enough experience to know that happy slaves make plenty more money. Besides, the two of you looked like an item, what with the looks you kept giving each other. You’ll work nicely as a team.“ The vixen paused to take a puff of her smoking pipe. “You’ll have to earn all these little comforts though. I don’t want any slacking off while you get trained by your seniors. I haven’t returned a single slave in ten years of business, and you better not be the first ones.”
Kernog looked at Zaman. The cobra was as anxious as the gorilla. And he probably had the same question in mind. “And what would our jobs be… Ma’am?”
Chapter 3 - Dancers
A slender cobra danced around a pole, at the center of the dance floor. The multicolor light orbs projected their dim lights on his skimpily-dressed form, to the pleasure of the patrons who sat around the podium and in their privatized cubicles.
Five years have passed since the fateful day Zaman was bought by Madam Renada and integrated into the staff of her “dance club” (or so it was called on paper), alongside his companion. After so much time spent on the floor, the snake knew how to use his reptilian body with near perfection, slithering around the metal bar almost as flexibly as his kin.
Zaman was drawing a large crowd, as usual. From his advantageous point-of-view, he could watch some of the wealthier clients already waving their numbered tokens at the waiters, for after his number. Zaman also had a good view of several of the cubicles, as he spinned around lasciviously at the rhythm of the flutes and the drums of the orchestra.

People in the cubicles were not usually interested in the snake’s show, but it was for good reason: they were having their own fun. Every so often, Zaman caught a glimpse of a specific cubicle, to keep an eye on Kernog. 
Tonight, the gorilla was “working” for an anthro bear couple. People who reserved a cubicle were usually groups, either spouses like them or even adventurer parties wanting to spend some quality time in one of the most infamous sex clubs of Elk-Zurik. Kernog was especially popular with the former. Sometimes the curtain was pulled, but a surprisingly large number of patrons were of the exhibitionist type, and what was happening in the cubicle was on full display for everyone.
Tonight, it seemed that both patrons wanted a piece of the ape. Kernog was lying on his back, on the cushions which formed a bed on the floor of the cubicle. The male bear was leisurely thrusting his cock in the former warrior’s ass, while he exchanged lewd kisses with his wife who was riding the ape’s cock. From her facial expression, she seemed to enjoy herself a lot.
Zaman did not have much time to ponder or look longer. He had a pole dance number to perform. Besides, he has seen this type of event so many times that he has lost count. The cobra smirked, and slowly pulled down his string, accompanied by the crowd’s cheers and catcalls.

Once he was off the stage, Zaman took a moment to get his breath back. His night was not over yet. He saw madam Renada approach him.
“Good job tonight, as usual,” the vixen said.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Zaman replied. The snake quickly adapted to the proper etiquette, even if the beginnings were rough. But several nights spent on a fucking machine or in uncomfortable bondage made sure to turn the reptile into a docile employee. Kernog took much longer, and several sessions of hypnosis, but the ape ended up just as broken as he was. “How many ‘afters’ tonight?”
“Only two, a private dance for Tiburon and a cubicle.” madam Renada answered, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Zaman attempted to console her. “Weekdays are usually slow days. And cubicles always pay well.”
“Maybe, but since the caves have been deemed ‘explored’ by the Adventurers Guild, rich folks are slowly leaving.”
“Are we, er, ‘at risk’?” the cobra asked.
The vixen gave him a cocky smile in return. “Nah, this is not the first time this has happened. Once we drop too much, I’ll just move wherever there’s currently a ‘dungeon rush’. And since you and your friend are among my biggest earners, you’re bound to be part of the journey.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“But that’s if you don’t slack off. So I want your ass at table four, twerking on that bull-man’s lap, by the time I’m done with my smoke. Then, after you’re cleaned-up and good to go, head for cub’ two. It’s a lion pachem and his wives.”
Zaman’s tongue lolled out as he whistled. “Wow. This is quite the VIP.”
“Indeed. Probably another rich daddy’s boy on a tourism trip. They also booked Rize on this one, so take it easy and give your best. If we get good earsay at Panur, it could open us a lot of doors.”
“I will ma’am. Dance for table four, service at cubicle two with Rize. Here we go...”

“Good evening, sir Tiburon,” Zaman said, as he approached the massive black bull with a calculated seductive swag.
“Hey, ‘evening, cutie pie,” the bovine replied, a smile on his face. 
The only explicit rule of the club was “no touching unless you’re paying”. Other than that, there was no other code. People could come and go and form groups, as long as the patron paying for the table or the cubicle allowed it. If a curtain was left open or if you got “served” at a table, that meant that anyone could peep or even join. And there was obviously no dress code. Only newcomers and people only interested in watching wore more than one layer of cloth. Many of the regulars did not even bother, once they were out of the locker room. This was an exhibitionist paradise, which is perhaps why there were so many of them among the patrons.
Tiburon’s briefs were already lying at his feet, and his exposed cock was already half hard. “You know the drill,” he said with a wink. “Make my little fat boy very happy tonight, too.”
Zaman smirked. Tiburon was not “little” at all, like all his bovine kin. But the bull comes here every week or so, so this is not a secret for the cobra. “Yes, sir.”

“Private dances” were an art all by themselves. The goal was not so much to perform gracious or sophisticated moves, but to tease until the patron could not hold it anymore and request something else. Zaman already had an idea of the “something else”, but for now he slowly placed himself in front of Tiburon, then started to turn and shake his hips. His tail brushed not-so-subtly the bull’s furred legs as he wiggled his smooth scaly butt. Already he heard a satisfied groan from Tiburon.
The cobra shook his buttcheeks in different positions and with smooth motions, making them jiggle in an almost hypnotic pattern. A small crowd of curious onlookers was slowly forming in front of the table. Zaman and Tiburon were both used to this phenomenon, and ignored them.

When he was only a few centimeters away from the bull’s head, the cobra felt two powerful hands grope his ass and the bull’s muzzle dive between the stretched buttcheeks. He felt the wet touch of the bovine’s tongue. Tiburon hummed with pleasure, and a satisfied “Sss~” escaped Zaman’s lips.
This was the silent signal to take things up a notch. The cobra grund his ass against Tiburon’s face, then slowly lowered his hips, until he was sitting in the bull’s lap, straddling the latter's rock-hard cock. The snake’s scaly body frotted lasciviously against the bull’s fur, letting his hands run and explore his smooth chest and thighs. One of them found Zaman’s hard cock, and gave it a few strokes, but that was not what the bull wanted. The other hand ventured towards the cobra’s face, and his thick fingers slipped into the reptile’s mouth. That was what Tiburon wanted. Zaman sucked the digits and played with them with his tongue, giving the bovine a preview. That teasing did not last long generally.
“On all fours, cutie,” Tiburon whispered. “Show me what snake mouths are for.”

Zaman obediently slid off Tiburon’s body, and kneeled in front of his chair. A snake had virtually no gag reflex or breathing issues, thanks to the anatomy that they inherited from their feral ancestors. This made a blowjob given by a snake an unforgettable and addictive experience. Zaman leaned forward and parted his jaws…
Bulls were among the largest, thickest anthros when it came to proportions, so the snake’s lips distorted in a surreal fashion as he slid the bovine’s glans between his lips, as if he was swallowing an apple in one gulp. Pre smeared his sensitive tongue, which was dancing around the tip of the dark pillar.
Zaman stayed like this for a moment, sucking and licking, until Tiburon’s hand fell on his scaly head. Yet another silent signal to take things further. In this case, Tiburon’s cock. Zaman’s cheeks stretched, then his throat, as he took the bull’s sex half-way in. He paused for a couple seconds, to check that his reptilian air pipe was unobstructed, before sliding down the rest of the way.
A pleasured moo bellowed out of Tiburon’s throat when Zaman’s nose touched his hairy crotch. His hand instinctively slid to the rear of the snake’s head and held firm. His hips began to pull and push as the bovine enjoyed the endless tightness of his “dancer”’s throat. The show displayed was as awesome as ever, even for the onlookers who were not watching it for the first time.

Zaman’s perception was reduced to the sweaty smell of the bull’s crotch and the throbbing of the cock in his throat. From time to time, he felt Tiburon’s shaky thighs squeeze his head. As usual, the bull was trying to take his time, but Zaman was just that good.
Zaman was not able to taste the bovine cum rushing down almost directly into his stomach. But he felt the pulsations of the liquid traveling through the thick shaft, and its spraying out in the form of long thick ropes.

The former sorcerer left Tiburon panting and satisfied, once again. After a quick trip backstage to drink some water and chew on some mint leaves, he was on his way for his second job of the night. He crossed Kernog on the way out.
“Are the bears finally done with you?” the snake asked.
“Hmm yeah. I’m gonna take a shower,” the gorila said, as he massaged his sticky behind. “The rest of the night are girls. An all-girl adventurers party, apparently.”
“Oh. Well, I guess you can take it easy, then.”
“Ah! Tough luck. My dick’s gonna be sore again tomorrow, even with that magic cock ring. Where are you headed?”
“The lions in cubicle two.”
“Oh, that one. Rize’s already there, so you should hurry. They were staring at the poor bunny like a piece of fresh meat.”
“Guess so.”

Zamon could hear the moans and the squeals way before he reached the cubicle and entered. “Good evening,” he said in a nonchalant tone and with a bow. He quickly scanned the room. There were three lions: one young male and two slightly older females. The male was watching his wives “feasting” on Rize, as he was reclining on his couch and leisurely stroking his dick . The bunny was panting and moaning, as one of the women was straddling her face, while the other was scissoring her crotch with hers, with gusto. Even though Zamon’s forked tongue was sensitive, it was rather uncommon for him to smell the odor of vaginal fluids from so far away.
The snake quickly centered his focus back to the male. The lion smiled at the newcomer. He wiggled his finger, inviting Zamon to approach. The lionesses also looked at him, giving Rize a merciful break, but they made no move to release their lapine prey from their dominating clutches. It seemed that Zamon was intended for the young lion, and his wives would be his audience. For the moment, at least. Zamon smiled softly and walked forward with his practiced swag. This was going to be a long night, as usual.