IRO
âSo, she just gets it on and nature reacts to it?â
Iro swallowed hard as Zeltaria, the Succubus ambassador who held his leash, looked down at him. He was sprawled out on the soft bed covers, a magically created cock lodged firmly inside him.
âY-yesâ¦m-mistress s-she isâ¦b-bonded to nature, it r-reacts to herâ¦~pleasure~!â
He moaned as Zeltaria ran their nails up and down his stiff, short member. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through his spine, triggering another orgasm from the snow-white canine.
He shot a weak series of cumshots onto his stomach, completely spent from Zeltariaâs morning romp.
Satisfied, the Succubus sighed, a steady stream of fluid flowing from the shaft into Iro, causing him to moan and whimper softly as he filled up.
Zeltaria slowly removed their shaft and with a snap of their clawed fingers, the mystical member evaporated. An inky black liquid began to seep out of Iroâs asshole, staining his snow-white fur.
Zeltaria grabbed a towel and began to pat themselves down, wiping away some sweat.
â~Well~, now I know who to send for my reconnaissance. Good work, Mr. Iro,â Zeltaria praised as they moved to choose an outfit from the tall wardrobe near the bathroom entrance.
Iro carefully rolled over and shivered as the warm liquid inside him settled, still flowing out of his system.
âT-thank you, mistressâ¦I was wonderingâ¦do you have anything ~else~ for me today? Or are we getting the day off? I heard from Skalla it might be the latterâ¦â
Zel looked over their shoulder, their toned muscles and exotic skin on display for the canine, and flicked a forked tongue out from supple lips.
âSkallaâs been talking to Mika too much. ~Yes~, it is a day off. ~No~, you do not have a free day. Youâll be coming to town with me.â
Iro flinched as Zeltaria tossed a small item at him and continued rummaging through the wardrobe, looking for the perfect outfit.
Iro caught the item and inspected it. It was a small metal ring with purple gemstones. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach, though that might have been the inky black Succubus cum.
Zeltaria walked over, the soft padding of hooves on carpet still a noticeable sound.
They revealed their outfit choice: a pair of scandalously short shorts, a tank top, and a college sweater from some American university that Iro didnât recognize.
As Zel pulled the sweater over their horns, Iro thought the Succubus couldnât look more in or out of place at the same time in an outfit.
It was like a slutty college student outfit, but worn by a red-skinned demon with horns and hooves. The Succubus smirked as she took the leash in hand again, tugging it upward to pull Iroâs chin upward to look at her.
âIâm sure you know where ~that~ goes, but Iâll help you anyway. Youâll need it while weâre out and about.â
Zeltaria traced a claw up Iroâs body and pushed him onto his back again, a familiar place for the white canine, and easily slipped the silver and purple ring over his dick, snugging it to the base of his member.
With a few deft strokes, Zel got a half-erection to form and grow into the ring. The crystals pulsed once and then faded.
âGood boy. Now, letâs go. On your hands and knees, ~dog~,â Zeltaria ordered as they tugged on the leash and urged Iro into motion.
The poor canine, bewildered, got up from the bed and onto the floor, his palms and knees finding the soft carpet quite pleasurable.
Zeltaria didnât give him long and began to stride over the carpet, leading him by the leather leash attached to the collar around his neck.
Iro blanched as he realized he was still ~quite naked~, and now had a ring that stubbornly kept him at half mast, his red rocket exposed from its usual pouch sheathe.
âM-mistress?! Y-you canât seriously take me out ~like this~?â Iro stammered, pleading to Zeltaria with his eyes.
Zeltaria turned back and loomed over him, smirking as she knelt down to cup his cheek in her hand.
âWhy not, dog? Donât you know thereâs a growing ~naturalist~ movement in the country these days? Surely you wonât mind helping me ~build bridges ~with them? Show a little unity and support for them.â
Zeltaria stood and reached down to those scandalous shorts, tugging the fabric aside to expose an elegantly-shaped slit. âAnd if you behave ~really well~, Iâll even consider a treat for youâ¦â
Iro, silently cursing his own desires at the moment, fell silent and nodded, his tail betraying his thoughts by slowly beginning to wag.
Zeltaria noticed and laughed as they turned and began to lead the prone canine again.
âGood boy!â
***
Iro felt like every eye in the world was on him at that moment. In fairness, that was something he ~thought~ he was used to from his streaming days, back when skimpy outfits or cross-gendered clothes were his normal.
But now? Here? ~Naked~? This was a whole new ball game.
It didnât help being on the end of a leash held by a tall and buxom Succubus, and a famous one at that. Perhaps ambassadors werenât ~popular~, but they were well known.
And yet, even despite that, everyone seemed to be completely focused on the naked, admittedly furred, canine crawling through the marketplace on the edge of town.
Iroâs senses were being constantly bombarded by smells and colors, all manner of fruits, some of which heâd never seen or smelled before, countless species of all shapes and sizes, and plenty of displays and events to witness.
And, almost unbelievable to Iro, Zeltaria had been right about a handful of ânaturalistâ types wandering around wearing little to nothing at all.
~I thought Zel meant we were going to the local market or something when she said ~out~. Not a damn carnival!~ Iro thought, as Zeltaria paraded him around the bustling crowd.
People were everywhere, complimenting Zel on her âpetâ and asking to pet him. Zel was gracious, allowing them to give him a head scratch or an ear rub, but she was quick to shut down anyone who tried to go beyond that.
Iro was thankful for her protectiveness.
After an hour of navigating through the crowd, Zel guided Iro into a canvas booth that served as a changing station, a bundle of clothes draped over her arm.
She tossed the clothes onto a bench and slumped into a chair, looking unusually downcast.
Noticing Iroâs gaze, Zel forced a smile and patted her lap. Iro obediently trotted over and rested his chin on her knee.
âSorry weâre not having much luck here, pup. But youâre doing exactly what I wanted. Youâre drawing attention.â
Zel sighed, running her clawed fingers through Iroâs fur. His tail wagged in response. âWeâll have to try again another time. I know itâs disappointing, but youâll have to come out like this again.â
Through the bliss of Zelâs scalp massage, Iro managed to ask, âAnd what exactly are we doing out here?â
Zeltaria paused, considering the question before answering, âWeâre keeping an eye out. The House is worried about certain individuals. As the Succubus representative, itâs my job to watch the ones Iâve been assigned.â
ZELTARIA
A loud crash outside the tent interrupted their conversation. Zeltaria jumped up and rushed past Iro to see what had happened. Across from them, a colorful display had fallen onto a fruit stand.
People were gathered around, trying to lift the display and check for injuries. But the crowd was so thick, it was hard to see anything.
Zeltaria stepped out of the tent and skirted around the edge of the crowd, using her height to see over the onlookers.
Seeing no sign of a culprit, or much of anything really, Zel dismissed it as an accident and returned to the tent. But when she got back, Iro was gone.
Zeltaria quickly scanned the tent. The only thing out of place was a red-and-gold charm lying in the center of the tent. She bent down to pick it up. The charm was inscribed with ornate gold lettering:
âBorrowing this cutie for a bit. Thanks!â
The only identifying mark on the charm, other than its regional design indicating it was from the Succubus homelands, was a golden kiss mark on the back.
Zeltaria tucked the charm into her sweater pocket and let out a short yell of frustration.
The satyr attendant of the tent peeked in timidly, only to be nearly knocked over as Zel stormed out of the tent.
Now, it was a search and rescue mission.