Kinktober 2024 Anthology

I swallow nervously, softly tugging at the rather plain red collar around my neck, a little tag dangling from the D-ring that reads “Property of Queen Sincere” on one side and “Pet” on the other. Standing there in front of the mirror wearing nothing but the collar I can’t help but to fidget nervously. My white fur is immaculate—for now—and my mane is brushed nicely back. Despite all that I’m still jittery, probably even more jittery than I had been at my wedding. Rolling right alongside that jittery nervousness is excitement. The door behind me creaks open and a friend of mine, Queen Vestslia, steps in. She too is naked, her glowing abdomen dotted with silhouettes of her organs.

“Well now, don’t you look positively scrumptious. Pity it’s not me who’s collaring you tonight~” She teases as she struts up to me. “It’s almost time, Prose, are you ready?”

“Y-yeah I’m ready.” I say, looking up at the tall traditionally black changeling Queen. “Is everything set?”

“Of course, all of the guests are here and your queen is waiting.” Vestslia smirks down at me. “Everyone’s excited to watch this little collaring ceremony.”

That makes me swallow, a little more nervous than before. Those nerves are soothed by Vestslia who puts a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry too much, Prose, now let's get you in position.”

She leads me out of the bathroom of the rented cabin and to the small little waiting tent set up just outside of the cabin, one flap leading to the little clearing—held closed by a set of ropes. She sits me down on a small bench and pats my shoulder.

“You good?” She asks as I look up at her and nod.

“Good, you know what to do when the music starts.” Again I nod.

“Excellent, I’m going to go mingle for the few minutes left before things start.” With that Vestslia leaves me alone in the little tent.

Even with all my nerves running at a million miles a minute I’m excited. My cock slips out of my sheath a little as I think about the collaring ceremony that’s about to start. Speaking of, the music starts to play. The deep yet perky tune of a cello playing an unmistakable tune signals it’s time. Undoing the ropes holding the tent flaps closed sends them fluttering open, revealing the gathered crowd. Friends old and new are gathered around a central path that leads up to a small stage where my beautiful wife, Queen Sincere waits for me.

Walking along the path as the music swells emboldens me, confidently striding towards the stage while still keeping my head slightly bowed in respect. All around my friends are gathered, each as naked as me and each smiling as they watch me walk. For a moment the path to the stage feels like miles, but that moment passes as I step onto the step up for the stage, having covered the distance much quicker than I expected. Standing before me is Sincere, my wife, my Queen. I bow to her and kneel in front of her, ready.

She undoes my plain red collar and sets it aside, before taking up an ornate—gold studded—red collar from a pillow held for her by her other husband Coffee. Holding that new collar before me she smiles down at me.

“My pet, my good boy, my Prose. Are you ready to accept your eternity collar? To pledge yourself to me? To my pleasure?” My Queen asks, her beautiful orange eyes staring into mine.

“I am, my Queen.” I reply, casting my eyes down respectfully.

“Then raise your head and present your neck.” She commands.

I obey, raising my head, my eyes looking up at her pleadingly as she unfastens the latch on the collar in her hands and places it around my neck. Her fingers work the latch and lock it into place around my neck. As the final part of the process she attaches a new ruby studded gold tag to the D-ring of the collar declaring me her’s.

“Turn and face our friends, pet. Show them how proud you are of your new collar and how horny it makes you.” My Queen commands.

I shuffle around on my knees, head held high, showing off my new collar, and my throbbing erection to our friends. Cheers erupt from the crowd, our friends clapping and whistling. My Queen puts her hand on my shoulder and I melt a little at her touch.

“Be a good boy and cum for your Queen. Right here, in front of all of our friends.”

Her words make my heart soar and my cock twitch. I reach down and begin stroking my shaft, slowly working myself up towards my climax. Holding my cock firmly near the middle as I moan and stroke my length. The head of my dick drools precum down to my fingers as I stroke faster and faster. Despite my desire to make this last I’m just too horny to hold back. A moment or two later my cock flares, spunk spraying out onto the grassy ground in front of me as I moan my queen’s name loudly. Several big shots leave long trails of white on the grass as I finally start coming down from my orgasm.

When I finally calm down, my Queen hooks a leash to my collar and pulls me with her to a small throne set up on the stage. She takes a seat, showing off her caged cock. I don’t need to be commanded, moving to begin sucking on her musky balls, licking and kissing them, doing my best to fulfill my promise. All around us our friends begin engaging in fun themselves either with each other or their plus one. Kicking off the perfect after party to a perfect collaring ceremony.