Chapter 8 - Finale
Tolan served the women more drinks and a light evening meal as they sat in the airy, wood-panelled lounge. Lonna had him stop in front of her so she could admire his perfect, hard bottom, squeeze his balls and brush her finger past his anus. Lonna had submitted to both domwives in the household all day, and she was craving a man to dominate. Kel caught her eye, made a silent promise that she could have him later. On the floor, Alexi ate from a bowl on all-fours. Once he was done he sniffed the feet of the four women at the table, then sucked on Kel's toes.
"That was an excellent meal, Tolan. You're a good slave," said Ava.
"Thank you, Miss Ava," replied Tolan, bowing.
Tolan busied himself clearing plates and cleaning up after the women. Ava leashed Alexi to an eyebolt in the wooden floor, locking her chained pet in place. All four women made their way upstairs to Kel's spacious white-tiled bathroom, where they took a bath together. Ava liked to wash Lonna, enjoyed feeling her hands release the tension in the little subwife's body. Kel soaped and rinsed Sonare in much the same way. It was important for a domwife that their subwife should feel looked after, safe.
Sonare spoke to Ava, "Tell me, why doesn't Alexi have a tail yet?"
"We've been waiting for the right time. And I don't know, we've been using him as a service slave occasionally - you know, walking and talking. I just wasn't sure if the permanent tail would look right."
Sonare was an acknowledged expert on the animalification of males. She had published on the subject. Sucking in her breath, she asked if she could see Alexi's original assessment. Ava pinged it over to her wrist computer.
"He's not really service slave material, to be honest, miss."
"What do you mean, Sonare?"
Sonare moved round in the spacious bath so that Kel could hold her while she spoke. "Well, I'm sure he's devoted enough to you that he serves ably when you make him walk and talk like a service slave, but in truth, he's a pet- and pony- male through and through. It might be confusing the poor boy. Is he less sure of himself when you make him serve like a person?" Ava nodded. "And then afterward, less sure as a petmale?" Ava nodded again.
Lonna cut in, "To be honest, goddess," addressing Ava, "when he makes food or cleans up, I can't help feeling that's my job. I want to be that kind of subwife for you."
Sonare thought a little more, "You know, back when we first got Fleet of Foot" - Sonare referred to the ponyboy they kept in their stables - "I let him talk sometimes. He hated it. He's a pony, not a man. Animals don't talk. Do you know that he can't now?"
"I was vaguely aware of it, yes," said Ava.
"After about a year of not using person speech, they forget how. It's a skill like any other, you have to practise or you forget. He was relieved when he went fully animal."
Ava and Lonna were co-owners of Alexi. They discussed the matter for a few minutes, and decided that when they gave Alexi his tail - a surprise they were saving for that very evening - they would ask their slave how he felt. This decision made, the women dried each other off and returned back downstairs.
Tolan knelt in the middle of the sitting room, hands on head and legs apart. Alexi was chained up nearby, curled up in a ball. Lonna drank Tolan in with her eyes. She looked over to Kel, Tolan's owner, and raised her eyebrows. Can I fuck him now? Kel nodded. Lonna practically skipped to her kit bag, fetching the big pink stim-strapon that she liked to use on Alexi in the park. She put it on and approached Tolan.
"Get your pretty mouth round by big pink cock, bitch," she said.
Tolan crawled into position and began to suck hungrily on Lonna's strapon. It was bigger than Tolan's cock, and sucking on it was designed to put him in his place. It was a place he loved to be put in. The stim-strapon sent all the feelings of having her cock sucked right into Lonna's pussy. It felt like having an extra, temporary limb, which was being expertly handled by Tolan's well-trained lips. He ran them up and down the shaft, then deep-throated the strapon, making Lonna gasp.
Sonare wanted to show a little dominance too. She brought out a long, black stim-strapon and had Alexi get up on all-fours. She left him chained to the eyebolt, wanted him to feel like the pet he was. Roughly, abruptly, she plunged the strapon into him. Alexi barked in surprise, feeling invaded, almost shocked. Then Sonare turned the stim pulses up high and rammed the strapon into Alexi's prostate. He howled in pleasure.
Sonare grabbed the petmale's hips and held them firm. "Yap for me, puppy, show me how much you like my cock." Alexi yipped and yapped as ordered. Sonare thought of Alexi as a puppy, not a fully mature petmale. He had more animalisation to do before then. She thrust her cock in and out, fast and hard. Alexi's cock strained in its cage. The fucking was brutal, but the way it was done made him feel so completely himself. He felt like the branded animal he was.
Lonna was still enjoying Tolan's mouth around her stim-strapon. The service male was dangerously good at this. She could feel the heat building in her clit as Tolan looked up at her with his wide, pretty eyes. She had never realised he was this much of a slut for strapon. Tolan sucked up and down Lonna's pink cock, over and over. Lonna began to pant and moan. Tolan sucked harder and deeper, and Lonna came suddenly, her pussy drenching itself in its juices. She let Tolan suck her for another two minutes, then pulled his head away.
Kneeling down, she forced Tolan's hands together behind his back and locked his magnetic wrist cuffs together. Then she pushed him to the floor, on his back, and picked up one ankle in each of her hands. She sent a command to the stim-strapon to lube itself up, and then thrust herself inside Tolan. The slaveboy grunted, felt the dominant presence of Lonna's strapon fill him up. He loved to be fucked. He was aware of how he looked - split wide open with a cock in his ass. He was a slut for strapon.
Lonna wanted to cum again, but this time fucking the slave. She looked into the helpless male's eyes as she pounded him remorselessly. "Cock slut, strapon whore, fuck-slave," she said to him. "Yes, miss Lonna!" he said back. "You're hungry for Miss Lonna's cock, aren't you? You love being split in half like this, love it when you get fucked in front of everyone." "Yes miss!" he gasped back. Lonna kept on fucking and fucking, never letting up.
Meanwhile, Sonare was animalising Alexi with her strapon. She had him continue to yip, yap and bark for her as she thrust in and out. Heat built in her core as she neared her climax. She was thinking of getting a puppy, and these human males made excellent pets. She wanted a volunteer like Alexi, but younger and even slimmer. They had the credits. Bringing herself back to the moment, she thrust into Alexi harder and harder. She was pure passion. Her climax exploded upon her. She rode out one of the best orgasms she had ever had. Exhausted, she collapsed onto Alexi, letting him bear her weight, and looked over to her domwife Kel, to whom she said simply, "I want one." Kel smiled and nodded.
Lonna was having the best of times abusing Tolan with her pink cock. She brutalised the strapon slut, bringing all her energy to bear. It took her six more minutes of hard fucking before her second orgasm of the hour hit her. It was lighter than the last, mixed in with dizziness and exhaustion. It felt good to dominate, but once the orgasm subsided she returned to her normal mindset - a naked, collared subwife without the right to clothing.
