PRECIOUS CARGO	

@Copyright 1999, Maureen. All rights reserved.

Part 21


   As dusk gathered, the ornate street lamps of SouthGate blinked 
on. They perched on gloriously beautiful wrought-metal posts, 
lending a charming white light to the evening even before the 
last scarlet rays of the planet's sun had left the sky.
   Fodessa sighed and lay back in the seat, enjoying herself as 
they waited. The air was thickly scented with the smells of the 
lepul tree's blossoms and who knew how many furries. The impala 
doe beside her, holding the leash to her kneeling leopardess 
slave, glanced over and smiled. Fodessa smiled back.
   "Lovely nights here, aren't they?" the doe remarked. Her voice 
was light, silvery-sweet. She reached down to stroke the 
leopardess's skull.
   "Yes, they are," Fodessa responded.
   "We moved here from Vorun, three years ago, as much so we 
could enjoy the climate as for SouthGate," she went on. "Peijin 
here has never been happier, and it's a constant show . . ."
   She was interrupted by the arrival of another public cart. 
This one was drawn by females -- a matched set of six female 
cheetahs, their spotted fur damp with sweat.
   Each one was bridled and gagged with a ball gag: reins led 
from each bridle to the driver, a nondescript wolverine in the 
green uniform and slouch hat of the public-cart system.
   They were, of course, stark naked -- except for their fine, 
elaborate black harnesses, the heavy boots that protected their 
feet on tthe hard roads, and the cruel little golden nipple 
weights at each nipple. The harnesses bound their arms folded 
behind their backs, leaving their teacup breasts to bounce freely 
in a way that must be painful.
   Somehow Fodessa doubted the poor things were given any chance 
to object.
   Crotch straps on the harnesses ran down the juncture of each 
thigh and crotch -- which left their pubic areas bulging 
obscenely, practically inviting an invading paw. From the way the 
straps ran, Fodessa suspected there were anal dildos as well.
   Each long, skinny tail was restrained by a special narrow lead 
from a collar around the tip to the body harness's shoulder 
straps. The tail leashes were long, but they couldn't cover their 
lean buttocks with their tails.
   They trotted to a halt directly in front of the bench. Caitlin 
started to get up. Fodessa nudged him to sit down again -- there 
were too many in her party for the cheetahs to pull easily.
   Meanwhile, the female impala and the slave Peijin had gotten 
up to climb on board.
   "It was good to talk to you!" the doe called to Fodessa, as 
the wolverine assisted them up and into the cart.
   When they were safely in the passenger seats, the driver 
cracked his long, thin whip in the air. The pony-cheetahs burst 
into motion, breasts jouncing, and the whip was flicking over 
their buttocks as they pulled away.
   Caitlin stared after them. Looking down, Fodessa saw the bulge 
in his black leather trousers.
   She grinned, and reached one paw down to stroke it openly, 
enjoying its firmness and the heat radiating from underneath.
   Caitlin gasped with surprise as he turned to look back at her. 
Then he echoed her grin, enjoying the teasing, whiskers up. 
   When she lifted her eyes, she saw that Quong was grinning at 
them, her huge tail swishing. Dosh was still scanning the crowd.
   She glanced over to Windrunner, who was still kneeling but 
also gazing after the cart, and then at Katie. Katie appeared to 
be in a state of shock, her breathing shallow and rapid: the 
smell of sexfear was nearly pure fear right now.
   She's scared to death we'll have her do that, Fodessa thought. 
A pity we don't do pony-training. She made a mental note to put 
it in Katie's dossier.
   The streets grew busier as the twilight darkened the sky. An 
endless parade of masters, mistresses, slaves and subs milled on 
the sidewalks, and she watched Windrunner's muzzle move as he 
took everything in, nose twitching. The smells really were 
delightful: a thousand foods, a million different species' 
scents, mingling lust, pleasure, sexfear, and other emotions.
   Katie was gradually recovering, her breathing slowing, but it 
still hadn't returned to normal when another cart pulled up.
   This one was drawn by an all-male team: another group of 
wolves, eight of them this time. Each one had a solid, jet-black 
coat, inky dark with glossy highlights that glistened under the 
streetlights. Their muscles bulged powerfully in their bonds.
   They were bound the same way the cheetahs had been -- except 
that instead of simple ball-gags, their jaws were distended by 
huge dildo-gags.
   As with the cheetahs, thongs tied off their bushy tails to 
prevent them from covering their deliciously plump buttocks, 
which to her surprise and delight were shaved as bare as 
Windrunner's. Fodessa looked at their hard, jutting cocks, noting 
slight indentations at the roots -- which turned out to be more 
thongs, tying off those bulging erections to keep them stiff. 
Their scrotums were tied as well, in a way that separated each 
testicle and forced it low down in the sac, making them look like 
two little bulging balloons.
   Not as magnificent as my Windrunner, Fodessa thought. But she 
would enjoy watching them just the same. This was definitely her 
ride.
   "Let's go!" she said, rising from her seat.
   The driver, a female ruffed lemur, stepped down to help them 
onboard.
   For the first time since she had known him, Windrunner 
hesitated, his green eyes wide as he stared at the pony-wolves. 
It didn't take crystal science to guess he was thinking the same 
thing Katie had -- especially since his smell bore the same 
message.
   She reached down and pinched his right asscheek, hard, letting 
him feel the tips of her claws. He jerked back to attention, and 
stepped up with the lemur's assistance.
   Katie and Caitlin took seats in the middle. Dosh picked a seat 
in the rear so he could watch behind them -- she could hear the 
wood creak under his weight.
   Fodessa clambered on last, solely so she could ask the driver 
for a seat beside him.
   "Sure thing," he said, with a grin that nearly split his dark 
muzzle. "I can see you're a domme who appreciates quality!"
   His gaze wandered over to Windrunner, now seating himself on 
one of the passenger seats behind them, before returning to her. 
   Fodessa smiled smugly as Quong sat down on the driver's other 
side to watch the front.
   "Yes, I am," she agreed.


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