The throne itself was beautiful: a tall-backed golden creation with flowing scenes of a humanoid animal bestowing a crown upon another such creature in a repeating tale of the divine right of kings. Seated on the throne, conversing with a kangaroo, was a horse.
It was a mare, with a rich mane of black in ringlets to bolster the chestnut-colored coat, which glistened in the daylight. Her snout ended with a powdering of white, which her humanoid hands and hoof-style feet shared. On the feminine side, her breasts (a full C-cup, you were sure) were kept behind a veil of yellow semi-sheer cloth, giving you a bit of a peep; she also wore a matching double-strap thong, accentuating her hips. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but become aroused by her practically-exposed pussy; her thong was all but molded to her lower lips.
"What sort of man did you catch this time?" she asked distractedly, still analyzing a sheet of parchment the kangaroo-woman was holding.
"A human man, my lady," the vixen replied.
The mare finally waved off her attendant and rose, and you realized she was as tall as you, an even six feet. She descended from the throne, hooves gently clapping against the polished marble that comprised the small set of stairs in front of the golden seat of power. Her hips swayed as she moved, and you felt yourself grow harder; you were like a submissive about to be disciplined by his dominant mistress.
Reaching you, she stopped and began to visually examine you, paying close attention to your flat abs and moderately-muscular arms. After a moment of thinking, she began to circle you, the fox and skunk stepping back to give her enough room; you noticed her tail was done up into three separate braids, with small emeralds tying off each end.
"Not muscular enough to do any of the hard labor, and not fragile enough to assign clerical work," she commented. "I suppose we could be playful and give him to Atriala to service out in her brothel---"
You notice the skunk-woman lick her lips, eyes glinting with anticipation that her empress will give that very order.
"---But he isn't as athletically-refined as the last two we gave her, and she'll complain about having to get him into shape before letting any buyers have their way with him." She sighed, and then addressed you. "What skills do you possess, male?"
It really rankles you that she refers to you by your sex, not even bothering to ask your name, but you answer her anyway, rattling off some of the finer points of your education. You leave out things like cars and electricity, naturally, since these people clearly don't have any.
The empress raised an eyebrow when you mentioned your degree in architecture. "We can use that," she said with a nod. "Joran mentioned just last week that she needs a competent aide to assist with the construction papers, for that new temple, since her last helper almost lost them once and nearly destroyed them another time."
"I told her after that first time to take better precautions," the vixen muttered.
The empress waved the remark away. "It doesn't matter. Wash the male up, dress him properly, and make sure he has a guard when he's escorted to Joran in the morning."
"As you wish, Empress Calysta," your captors respond, bowing their heads.
"Now may we please remove these stupid grass skirts?" the skunk requested angrily. "I look like such an idiot with it on."
Calysta cocked an eyebrow at her. "Why are you wearing them to begin with? You don't need camouflage to patrol your own jungle."
Even with the fur on her face, you could tell the skunk was blushing furiously. "Captain Sulla told us to put these on! She said we could better blend into the tall grass if we threw them over ourselves!"
Calysta rolled her eyes. "I will speak with the captain about this idiocy, then. Take the male and go."
"Where am I?" you blurted out. "I wash up after some freak storm on an island with animal-people, who take me hostage and bicker whether to whore me out as a sex toy or work me to death filing papers, with no idea where I am or who the hell any of you are, and you don't even have the decency to ask my name or give me a say in any of this."
It took a lot for you to say that: Calysta's voluptuous and scantily-clad body and your previous arousal made it hard for you to keep your voice even.
For a moment, the women stared at you, and then the skunk's face twisted in anger and the fox shifted her spear for a thrust.
Calysta, though, merely snorted. "You're a male," she said disdainfully. "Your kind has caused enough harm to the world. Females are in charge now, and will remain so until time itself ends." She waved her hand. "Take him away."
As the other two grabbed you by the arms and dragged you away, you caught a glimpse of the ceiling high above and the detailed map painted on it, and realized with a chill that none of the landmasses were the same.
You hadn't just been water-tossed, but space-tossed as you.
You were on another goddamn planet.
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