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Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Her eyes looked outside the train's window, the city running away with its dark grayness as the rain begun to delicately sprinkle down the dark and menacing clouds. The warm breath coming from her muzzle fogged the sight in front of her eyes, appearing almost coated in snow... A thought that made her smile, happily thinking at the joys of winter... with its warm clothes, its spices and the snow... A thought that was short-lived, as she remembered where she lived... the world she's living into, immediately turning her head around with suspect and nervousness, emitting a tired and annoyed sigh at the lack of people from being too close to her. Her brown eyes looked again outside, seeing her own reflex over the glass, like a ghost the interior's lights casted shiny reflexes all aroun, but one light reflexed on that ghostlike mirror of herself... on her neck... Alma gulped, bringing her hand to her long, equine neck, fingers trembling as she let her slender fingers to run unobstructed from her chin to her upper chest. ...will i end like her? thought her, eyes absently lost as the grey metropolis continued to coast the railway ...enslaved. One day she was there... working, living and enjoying life... and the other... becomes a property.... She snorted in annoyance and rage ...i can't believe that... being treated like pets... objects... unacceptable... i wonder why did nobody protests for us... why did we all don't join in an upscale turmoil... unless... they all truly think we're... things... Alma's lips trembled, turning into a worried pout, biting her lower lip as the train begun to slow down, approaching another station of the line. Her eyes looked preoccupied at the mass of humans about to enter the train, her eyes worriedly scanning their faces, spotting an occasional non-human every now and then, trying to see... trying to understand if they lives in constant fear like she was doing lately... The train stopped and with an hiss, its doors opened. The equine girl crushed herself against the side, bringing her backpack with hers, hugging it tightly, adjusting her skirt so that only the lower part of her hooved legs could be seen, praying... begging the fate to make her reach home safely for another day. Nervousness made her heart race, continuously looking at the peoples passing by... fearing that one of them could do that ... ...c'mon... c'mon... silently, she urged the train to start... feeling that those last few stops would be safe...
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

At an alleyway not far from where Alma lived at, a group of human men were circling around another human, messing around with him. The man frowned as how he heard one of them boasting that he enslaved a furry for a new pet. His blue eyes narrowed a bit while running a hand through his short brown hair. He didn't agree with the laws of the city, but the opposition was usually silenced in someway. He wore a black trenchcoat that was worn at the seams, showing that is was old. Pointing to the end, one of the men wrapped an arm around the trenchcoat wearer's shoulder. A warm friendly appeared on his face before he patted the shoulder as he spoke up. Don't forget you can't back on this. he said casually before pushing the man towards the entrywa, the crowd parting to make a path for the man to move through. Sean frowned as he walked forward. He was dared by his friends to do something that they wanted, Something he couldn't back away from like he was told.
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Despite the train quickly ran across the dull and rainy metropolis, every second felt like flying in a thick, dense fog, the minute-lived trip as heavy and almost unbearable as an endless and stop-less voyage every other commuter and tired worker on that very train... on that wagon.... a potential abuser... each of them a threat, making feel every gaze, even the most innocent one, to make her fel like a prey. Trough heavy, almost unbearable mental difficulties, the train speakers announced her stop. Immediately the equine girl rose to her hooves and quickly moved to the doors, trying to be a shadow of herself, always keeping her gaze low, trying to place her hooves with delicacy, trying not to make the heavy and loud thuds to rumble too much on the thin metallic machine. Outside, the air felt way fresher, almost too cold, as the fresh drops of mist-like rain tingled her muzzle, ears twitching, as to swat drops away. Her eyes worriedly looked around, making her sigh ...nobody..., like a whisper. The deserted station, despite its dirt, its graffiti and the overall sad, grayish tones and the cold water falling from likely dark and menacing clouds, felt strangely safe... C'mon Alma... it's matter of minutes and you'll be home thought her, encouraging herself for the last part... urging her not to delay any further her return back at home. Hurriedly, she walked away, no longer caring for silence, being unnoticed or act like a shadow... her hooves loudly echoed in the underground passage, her long, dark mane heavily waving in the cold breeze as water slowly begun to soak her long hairs, her soft brown coat likey getting moist, her green waterproof jacket shining beneath the occasional lamplight over the streets. ...c'mon... she kept repeating it over and over ...any moment now... That part of the town was the usual place that most would avoid, but lately it become a place where furries of every kind seek refuge, trying to live in their own district rather than risking 247 of being caught... She noticed the blue and pink neon sign of a diner-cafe, she recognized being the indication that her apartment wasn't far away ...just two corners... enoucraged herself, following the long, safe colors of the neon like a lighthouse, her hooves quickly following one another, breath excitedly and tiredly huffing out of her dark lips...
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Sean sighed as he stepped out into the open, looking around. His own heart was conflicted with what he had to do. If he didn't, the damage would have been worse than what he was doing. He wasn't too open with it, but he didn't see the anthros like the general population. The fact he had to do this rubbed him the wrong way. Looking over his shoulder, he did see he was trailed by the group. He hated it, but he was able to convince them to not have him go after a child or a family. He was forced into the dare due to a threat saying he would be given a group of furries as pets. He then noticed a lone female hastily moving past the diner nearby him. Begrudgingly, he tailed her, noticing that she was equestrian. He tried moving as quietly as he could, catching up to his unknowing target. I'm sorry. he muttered under his breath before he closed the distance. He wrapped his arms around her while covering her mouth with a hand. He leaned into her ear the best he could to whisper into it.Don't scream, and don't resist. I'll explain later, but it is exactly what you think. To ensure she wouldn't resist, he placed the flat of a knife blade he had concealed in his coat against her neck, making sure she felt it, but not see it. When he saw the group of his friends surround them, Sean knew there was no going back now. He wanted to reassure the furry as best as he could, but he had to keep a front. I'm going wih this slut. he said, forcing an eager smile.The guy who spoke to Sean earlier approached and grinned. He was obviously impressed with what his friend was doing. Alright, now, what is this bitch's name? he asked. Is it like Fuckmeat or Cumdump? Sean narrowed his eyes before he looked back at his friend, his false smile vanishing. His face softened a bit when he looked at his victim. I refuse to name her such things. My slave, so I choose her name, Ian. he protested, speaking his true feelings for a moment. Oh? Well then, we need to start training your new slave. Ian commented before he gestured the group to follow him, thinking that Sean had the furry under control. Eventually, the group walked off, becoming out of range to hear him whisper. Listen, I promise you will be safe with me. I am not like the others. he said before allowing his captive to see the concealed weapon, revealing it to be a harmless butter knife. If you run, they will hunt you down, and raise hell in the process. I don't want anyone else suffer here because of my actions. Just think about it. I'll explain more later, but we need to get going. With that, he began following the others, forcing the furry to come along wih him.
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

The sound of her own hooves hitting the asphalt and the concrete, the moist sound of the occasional puddle splashing beneath her, and the sounds of a city that goes to sleep were the only thing her ears registered as Alma kept her frantic walk back home, keeping her leathery backpack tightly to herself she begun to smile, knowing that her home wasn't as far as a f hundred more steps, feeling already the warmth of her home... her nest... and the comfortable smell of the spiced candles she loved to lit on cold and rainy days in order to feel less gray and cold. Even as she walked, with the air still filled with water, and a few drops fallen from her long mane, she felt already beginning to warm and relax. The sudden sound of quick steps, too quick for her to turn her head and see what was going on, and the thud of a body pressing against her, arms holding her in place and silencing her. Her eyes widened in shock, she barely had to emit a yelp of surprise, muffled by the unknown attacker's hand. Alma tried to thrash away, squirm free, call for help...scream barely audible past the seal of his hand on her lips, her hands trying to hit the attacker, but then, a cold, hard thing pressed to her neck... and with teary eyes, she went limp in his grasp. ....no.... her mind went blank with despair trough the foggy curtains of her tears, she saw the apartments she lived, the safety of her home... disappearing, covered by a mass of bodies.... people that laughed and talked loudly, gathering around her. Her eyes tried to beg mercy, trying to look at them, but the darkness denied her. Her ears buzzed with disbelief, the cold presence of what certainly would be a knife continuosly and coldly reminding her that she was under his control... their control. The equine girl gasped, shivered when the man holding her declared his intenctions to the group, like if he had won a prize at the fair. She felt her warm tears slowly flowing over the soft, brown coat of her cheeks, melting with the cold droplets of rain ...no... i... can't be true... her brain silently tried to overwhelm the situation, deafening her from their talks, only a word past trough the seal ...slave.... Her ears perked up, she thrashed again, without results, a muffled scream again barely audible screamed negation. The others suddently moved away from them, immediately, the voice of the man holding her appeared trough her desperate thoughts. Trying to kick away the disgust and fear for his words, she listened, sniffing and sobbing. But when she saw the knife that was pressed at her neck, she felt like fainting, her legs weak ...a butterknife... repeated in her mind absently ...i surrendered... i gave up my life... for an harmless butterknife.... She hadn't the chance to answer. ...was that even a question? That she was pushed forth. Feeling utterly fooled, her tears returned to slowly trickle from her tired eyes, she followed his motions, as she was moved and made walk in front of him, looking one last time at the place she lived, bidding a silent farewell to her past life...
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

I won't stop you. Nor do I plan to. Sean said humorlessly. Even if you did tell the police, they'd do squat because you're an anthro. Just how rotten this world is towards you. He crawled up against the wall of a nearby building and leaned against it. Ian will flat out kill me if I let you go, but unless you are willing to run the rest of your life, he'll come after you as well. I refuse to let that happen if I can help it. You see, this was all just a dare for me. I had to enslave you, or else at least a dozen more of your kind would be taken from their homes and families for me to choose from. Children could've been at risk... he fell silent as he imagined the disgusting scene. Shaking his head, he continued. I sympathize for beings like you. I was actively against this in the first place, but they were deadset on having it happen. I know you won't think I am that kind of person, but we are now at a crossroads. Living in relative peace as Master and slave, and being able to see your family still, or be on borrowed time, where both of us are eventually dead. I don't want you to suffer more than you have already, but I'm willing to take responsibility if I'm your master. I'd let you live as normal as you have been before all this. And there's a silver lining if you think about it. You don't have to worry about being abducted again as you're already owned. I know this is a lot to ask, but please, let me look over you as my slave. I have nothing to lose now, but you still have a lot.
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Alma kept her gaze down, lankly staring at the asphalt, as the rain returned to pour over the city. The dense smell... the air thickening... the fresh, not yet cold drops ticking on her head as she listened to his words. She sniffed, clearing her nose and throat, her mane like a curtain of darkness around her eyes I don't care... if... if that Ian will kill you. I don't know you... and the little i know, i want to kill. But...sniff fuck... she shook her head in disbelief, passing an hand to comb back her mane ...you sympathyze, you say... heh... incredible... Alma slowly stood up, Sean's coat barely covering up to her waist, her hands tighly keeping her chest covered, clearing her voice ...s-so... it is either giving up now or tomorrow... with the difference that it will be your whole pack and that alpha... that Ian... with interests? she looked up, into the dark sky, rain dripping on her soft-furred cheecks. Silently. Her breath, slow. Until she approached him and gulped, her gaze low ...i submit... her voice firm, cold ...according to the laws, i Alma Burahs, yield and... and... s-submit... to... to you... as ... sniff slave...
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Sean felt like Alma stabbed him in the heart with her words. He narrowed his eyes a bit. He tried to keep his word, he tried to stop that dog. His kindness was brushed aside, like it didn't matter at all. She didn't fully understood that he was doing his best despite the injuries, and that her life was his now to control. Being called weak however, was nothing compared to how she saw him, now. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. You think you've lost it all, well I'm probably worse off now. You can go off and hide somewhere, start new. I am going to be hated by both anthros and humans alike. Anthros for what I did to you, and by humans for the fact I don't se you as mindless beasts! Humanity is more unforgiven, as once slapped with a label like being a sympathizer of anthros, I'm now considered to be a freak, an outcast to everyone! And excuse me for getting a knife into me! Of course I can't do much! Can you do more if the same thing happened to you?! He came towards Alma, fury appearing in his eyes. But you know what? All I see is a damn horse who doesn't realize I risked so much to keep your community safe. I became someone to be hated, ruined one life to save many more. I negotiated with Ian not to harm you, or even murder you when I was done. I was ready to take your hate, but what you're doing is different. I tried to stop that damn dog. Would've if I wasn't injured. I tried to preserve your modesty, I gave up so much to keep you as safe as possible. And you don't even recognize my efforts at treating you with respect. he put on his trenchcoat before glaring at his slave as his voice went stern and indifferent.If that's how it's going to be, Alma, then I won't waste my kindness. With that he began to move, ignoring the pain as he forced himself to walk, stumbling every now and agaIn due to his sprained ankle. He approached the equine and spanked her as hard as he can. Now lead the way, slave.
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Sean kept his sympathy in check, the anger not subsiding. Mentally he reminded himself that he was not going to show kindness towards his slave, as it's useless. He headed towards the elevator. I'm taking the elevator, and I want you close by. he said , wincing a bit as he stepped onto his sprained ankle. He pressed the button and waited before the doors opened. He went and guided the anthro in before he followed. He pressed the floor he needed and looked at his slave. He examined Alma before he began to squeeze one breast with his good hand while suckling on the other with his mouth, his tongue licking her nipple.
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Alma let her shoulders fall with a sigh, having preferred to climb seven stories of the condo rather than sharing the quick ascension with the lift, sharing that little cubicle with him, but his words clear ...want... repeated her absently in her mind, trying to get used to that sound, being ordered... abused... mistreated... and without saying anything back, all because she was different... all because she had a collar. She was pushed into the tight elevator, door closing behind them. The elevator has always been an endless source of awkward moments and uncomfortability, almost universally sharing that little space with unknown ones... forgetting personal spaces, even for that handful of seconds needed for the gears to lift that box up and down the building. But this time, she felt way more uncomfortable. Not only for the constant reminder of her unwilling mating with the dog, whose fluids seemed to have stopped leaking at least so copiously down her thighs, the cold coat and the cold drops still rolling freely over her body... naked body... But his stare... She felt his eyes touching her, from the point of her ears to her hooves, feeling how his gaze hefted her breasts... cupped them... and touched her bottom... Looking down, avoiding his eyes, clenching her hands nervously, listening to the sound of the cables and gears to begin their quick climb. ...c'mon... she begged the device that hissed as they move upward suddently, like a rustle of leafs, she heard his clothes moving, followed, instant later, by his hands on her body. The equestrian girl took another inhalation trough her nose, shivering at the feeling, emitting a discomforted squeal... then, his head darted forth, on her chest. As quickly as a blink, she felt his hot breath on her other breast, coldly throbbing nipple feeling warmer, before his lips sealed around her areola, a vacuum seal... tongue licking her engorged nub, making her muffle another squeal of protest, as her lips trembled, eyes looking at the display ...6th... A delicate bell announced them that they were arrived slowly pushing him away from her chest, she moved toward the door, feeling his mouth always latched to her teat, making her wince ... we're arrived...
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Sean stepped out and pulled his slave out before he continued.He switched and sucked on her other breast. instead of using his hand on her other breast, he used his good hand to begin rubbing her core, focusing on making her aroused. After a bit, he whispered into her ear. Remember, you're just a possession now, slave, and I want to use you a bit. he said. He took two fingers and rubbed them against her core slowly before he guided her to the door of her apartment. Once inside, get down onto all fours. he instructed.
Thread: Fur 'n Leash (Sharub & Blazorna)

Alma whimpered in his arms as he pulled her out of the small elevator, making the already narrow hallway huge and breathy. But she had not the time to let down her guard, the feeling of his warm tongue coating with saliva her nipple, always throbbing in cold and unwanted stimulation. She neighed when his hand moved to her crotch, rubbing the nub of nerves of her clit, moving her hands to her muzzle, eyes closed tightly, forcing herself not to emit other loud vocalizations of surprise and protest. She grumbled, shivering like a flag in the winds, his ministrations way too much than her body and mind wished right now, sending waves of pleasure that felt like pain trough her spine. Puffing, she let go her hands from her muzzle, tiredly looking at him, cursing him... his words slapping her pride for good. With wide-open legs, walking awkwardly, hearing the wet sounds of his fingers playing inside of her with the dog's seed and her natural moisture, almost stumbling at each step she made, pushed forth by his body, as the equestrian clenched her jaw, breathing in sharp, quick intakes, snorting at his request. But the door of her house... her home... the place her heart rested, appeared in front of her. The spare key in her hand felt heavy, with trembling hand she tried a few times before managing, with a resigned sigh, to insert the key in the hole and rotate the handle. The sight of her living room, with its dim-lights and the scent of her candles already welcoming her, feeling the warmth to cuddle her already, feeling the cold drops of water as if vanishing from her cold and resigned soul. But she was still Naked. cold. Shivering. With a man holding her tightly, fingers pushing deep into her equine pussy, trying to stimulate her... Suddently, as an echo, she remembered his words... once inside, get down on all fours... she gulped nervously, lips pouting, muffling an unwanted moan , waiting outside the door, looking at her own home like it was the most beautiful and reassuring painting. Slowly, she lifted her hoove, begrudgingly taking the step that, theoretically ordered her to get down. She tilted her head, shivering, big brown eyes begging him ...i'm... c-cold... and... the dog's... can.... can... you p-please... wait...