It's not funfair. Why do people keep on treating me like this ? It's not my defect. I didn't ask to be born like this. And it's not like I'm being a nuisance. I try to rest out of everyone's way as much as I can. So why ? Why does everyone palpate the indigence to make fun of me ? To laugh at me ? To hurt me ? Did I say something I shouldn't have to person really important ? I didn't mean value to. This isn't right.

"Ooo, what a fox,"I hear as I walk through the halls. I clench my bag.

"Hey, say something, foxy,"I hear person else say. I walk faster.

"Shouldn't favourite be on a tierce ?"someone else adds on. My eyes start to water.

"Nevermind that, where's her owner ?"someone else chimes in. I run on the brink of rent, hearing zilch but the sounds of everyone's amusement.

I make it to my rubber quad. It's an empty hillside marked by a I oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It's pretty far from the school and very secluded from society. It's the double-dyed place to go when I need to calm down. I place my bag down and curl up beside the tree, recalling the event of the day. They do nothing but energy me. pull my tail. Ask me what I say ... Laugh at me. That's the speculative of it. They laugh at me. I hate it. I don't know how much I can go through with this.

A few tears hit the ground. They're doing this to me. I come to them in kindness and they do this. Maybe I should transfer again. There's limit to be a place for me where I can be amongst humans without being jaded. There has to be. rightfield ?

In the thick of my thoughts, I hear a dissonance. Footsteps ? Uh oh. I thought no one knew about this place. That's why I come here. I climb the tree, hiding in the leave-taking, waiting for the person to appear then leave.

The reference of the step appears and it's ... a boy ? Oh no. The uniform. He's from the school. Did he cut across me down ? Why won't they just leave me alone ? Wait, what's he doing ? Why's he kicking a rock ? What did the rock do ? Do these the great unwashed have no bounds ? Why must they pick on the defenseless ? Wait, it doesn't seem that he's enjoying it. He seems ... dour ? Why ? He gets tightlipped, still kicking the piteous rock. He eventually stops and stares at the horizon before sitting down and sighing.

"That hapless girlfriend,"he says, picking up the rock'n'roll,"She gets chastise every day just for being different. Where is she ? I swear I saw her go somewhere over here. Hm."

What ? He followed me ? Why would he follow me ? What could he possibly want ? I cause cypher but worry for anyone I come into contact lens with, so friendship's out of the doubt. Did I discharge anything out of my bag ? ... MY BAG ! ! ! Pleasedon'tnoticepleasedon'tnoticepleasedon'tnoticepleasedon'tnotice ! Ah ! He's noticing !

"Huh ?"he says after noticing,"Is this her bag ?"He stands and picks it up, scanning the area. He then looks up at the tree. Fuck ! He takes a step towards it. Screw it. I dive out of the leaves, catching my bag in my mouth after scaring him. I then make a run for it on all fours just so he won't celebrate up with me. I hear him calling after me as I run, but I don't face ba- ... Wait, how is it that it sounded close ? I turn around to see that he's nearly on my tail assembly. Literally. Can humans really be this fast ? !

"Hey !"he calls out,"Hang on a second ! I just wan na lecture to you !"

liar. I can smack the stench of that lie from a lightyear away. I speed up to create some space between us before casting a wall of disconsolate flaming with my stern. I stop in my tracks to defecate for certain I didn't detriment him. Doesn't sound like it so that's good. Looks like I'm in the clear. That is until I see him issue from the flames. How tough is he ? !

I try to set out running again only for him to undertake me and lock me in topographic point. I try breaking gratis, not wanting for him to do anything to me like ... Petting me ? What the hell ? Is he really petting me ? I start to chill out down, both because he's clearly not trying to smart me and this actually feels ... pretty ... good.

"Shh,"he starts in a soothing tone,"I'm not gon na hurt you. You don't need to be scared. I just wan na talk. That's all. calm down."

I eventually comply, sensing no ill intent from him. He seems like a really firm human. I'm surely if he wanted to do anything by now, he would have.

"There we go,"he continues,"See ? I don't wan na hurt you. You're safe."

But can I rely him, though ? Just because he hasn't already, doesn't mean he doesn't plan to-ooooh yeah. Right there. right behind the ear. There we go. hold back scratching. Yaaaaay. His scratching is making me melt. Fine. We can lecture. Just don't ever. Ever stop.

And of line he stops. Perfect. I look at him and he looks back at me. I give him a wanting stare and he gets the message. He continues with the ear bread and once again, I'm in pure bliss. This is heaven. Keep it up. Please.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself,"he says. I snap out of my daze before saying,

"beast instinct. I am a fox."

"Really ? Couldn't tell."

"Cute."

"Nope. Only one of us here holds that title."

He pokes my nose and I blush. Is he serious ? Does he actually get me cute ?

"Tell you what,"he says, picking me up and walking,"How's about we talk at my billet ? It's starting to get chilly. I wouldn't want you to freeze."

"Oh, I couldn't,"I respond,"I wouldn't wan na impose."

"nonsense. You're more than welcome to convene at my humble abode."

"Well, ok. Thank you."

"Sure thing."

He continues walking while carrying me. He's so warm and comfy. It's so nice. He feels like a peregrine bed. I instinctively burrow into his chest. He just feels so good. Eventually, we get to his house and he steps inside. He places me on his couch and he sits in a nearby chair.

"So,"he starts,"Fox girl, huh ? That's got ta be something."

"naught that exciting,"I respond,"One instant, I'm watching a moving-picture show, the adjacent, I'm scratching a flea out of my tail. Pretty dull."

"wellspring, you make it interesting. That fervency joke is something else. How'd you do that ?"

"I was born with it. flame's kinda like my instant. Always got it and it's always handy."

"Now, when you say ‘ conduct ’, does that intend your parents are…"

"Ummm, well, that's kind of a weird floor. Please hope not to judge."

"Wouldn't pipe dream of it."

"Alright, well, my Church Father was a very adventurous man. He was a chemist who did studies on human and animal hybrids. One day, he befriended a fox, and here I am, a human being girl with a bushy tail assembly and some pinna. I told you it's a unearthly story."

"Doesn't mean it's bad. Are they still in the picture ? You're saying ‘ was'a lot."

I clench onto my skirt. This part is always the hardest to get through.

"Oh, I'm sorry,"he says after seeing my chemical reaction,"If you can't say, it's fine."

"No,"I respond,"It's fine."

I let out a sigh. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"I was seen as just an experiment to him. He'd study my every move, enquiry me at every opportunity, buy me things just for the resole purpose of noting my reaction ; of course of action it was fine at first because I was just a cub. I didn't know any secure. But he'd also focus on negative spectrums : responding coldly to some of my questions, shooing me when I wanted to wreak, ‘ unintentionally'pushing me, etc. But it wasn't until I was fifteen when I started to piece together that he didn't really want me. I confronted him about it, he denied, I pushed harder, he broke, we fought, he said some things, I said some things, and I thought that was the end of it. Until the next day when I found that he set my mom disengage. He wiped her computer storage of my creation and sent her back to the wild. My mother was the entirely one who cared for me. We were so close. And that bastard ruined it. We fought again. He threatened to get rid of me and start over. I slapped him and told him I never wanted to see him again. Then, I left and never looked back. But I noticed that citizenry of a certain age get into bother when they're not in shoal. So to prevent that, I've been using school as sort of like camo for five years. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you all of this. I know it's too a great deal to take in."

Judging by his chemical reaction to the tale, he seems upset. I knew I shouldn't have dragged it out for so long. I'm pretty trusted a unsubdivided"no"would've sufficed. Now he's traumatized. I should just go. I don't need to be telling people my life's story.

"I should probably go,"I say standing up,"Again, I'm sorry for taking this much of your time."

Before I can take a step towards the doorway, I feel him catch my arm. He turns me around and embrace me in a hug. I'm confused. Why's he doing this ? I thought clinch were given when you care about person. Does he care about me ? That can't be. No one cared about me before. So why him ?

"I'm sorry,"he says. Does he feel fellow feeling for me ? Have I finally met someone who's not spiteful of me ? Am I finally doing something right ?

I hug him back, realizing that I'm sobbing. Why am I crying ? Did reliving that experience regard me Sir Thomas More than I thought it would ? No. The feel I have right now doesn't friction match it. Yes, the story still hurts, but the feeling seems to originate from him. But he isn't hurting me or making me sad in any way. I don't understand. What am I feeling ?

"Are you ok ?"he says, noticing my tears,"I'm sorry. I didn't realize the story would be that atrocious. I shouldn't have made you go through it again."

"It's not that,"I correct before sniffing,"I don't know why I'm cry. There's this spirit I have right now. I don't know what it is. But I feel that you're causing it. You're the first person to ever heed to me or speak to me without shaming me. What is it ?"

"I see,"he responds,"Tell me, the feeling you feel right now, is it exchangeable to the feeling of the bond paper you had with your mother ?"

"Well, it's not quite there. Nothing ever compared to it. But there's hint of it."

"Ok, so that means that you care for me now. Some call it a feeling of love."

Love ? I've heard it here and there in shows and movies. Is that a real thing ? If it is and this is what I'm tactual sensation, I don't want it to end. Well, maybe it can slow down a bit. It's starting to get overwhelming.

"Is it supposed to be this vivid ?"I question,"If so, how can I tone it down."

"wellspring, I'm afraid it's not that mere,"he responds with a chuckle. That's a shame. Wait, what's that facial expression he's giving all of a sudden. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

"hold,"he continues,"You said the feeling's becoming intense, right ?"

"Yeah,"I respond,

"And You're half fox, rectify ?"

"I am."

He then pulls out his speech sound, frantically typing. I'm getting a piffling freaked out. What's going on ? His face then changes from mortified to something else. It's reddened than my tail. Is he mad ? What's wrong ?

"Ummm,"he finally says in a shivering tone,"Alright, so ... Are you aware of the calendar month ?"

"December,"I answer,"Why ? What's faulty ?"

"Oh boy,"he says, scratching the back of his head,"I assume you've never had ... the talk."

I'm taken aback. Why's he bringing that up now ? It's hardly the time nor berth. We've just met. mankind and their hormones.

"I have,"I respond, blushing,"It's when two humanity, both man and woman, get together and ... procreate. But I hardly see what that has to do with anything."

"Ok, you have one half of the spectrum, but what about the early half ?"he questions. What does he mean ? I've only ever been taught on the man lot. I'd assume it's the same for foxes. I'm so lost. I guess he sees my confusedness, so he says,

"Have you ever see of the term ‘ In heating'?"

"Yes,"I respond even more bemused,"What does warmth have to do with procreation ? And what does that have to do with anything ? You're being strange."

"Wow, ok,"he says, taking a deeply breathing space,"Never would've thought I'd explain this to a fox, but here we are. Alright, at certain parts of the yr, typically around this time in December all the way into border district, fox have a bike in which they have a trench need to ... fulfil sure ... urges. Us humans refer to it as going in heat."

Well, now I'm embarrassed. Not only does a human know to a greater extent about my anatomy than I do, but I just had to ooze the most embarrass timber. I've never gotten why characters wanted to be killed when bashfulness strikes, but now I do. I hide my face in my hands, unable to even confront him anymore.

"It's alright,"he says,"It's just nature. naught to be ashamed of."

He's so kind. But I wish he'd note it down. It's just making the feeling worse.

"There's a way to stop it,"he starts,"But I'm not sure you'd like it. Like you said, we just met, so that'd be weird."

Under normal fortune, I'd completely correspond, but this feeling is becoming more and more unbearable by the moment. I don't think I care anymore.

"No,"I say,"Let's do it. I mean, if it's a known method, it can't be too bad, right ?"

"fountainhead, only if you're sure,"he says,

"positive degree. Please, just make this stop."

"Ok, conform to me."

He heads up his step and I follow him. We walk into a room and he shuts the door. Is this his elbow room ? It looks nice.

"Ok, so to do this, you're going to require to get strip,"he says.

I blush before nodding and stepping out of my shoes. I then remove my blouse and dame, foreboding what next two articles of article of clothing have to come after. Then the feeling makes its presence known, knocking away that thought. I take a breathing spell before unclasping my bra, letting it settle to the storey as I cover my breasts. I then pull down my panties and cover my ... expanse, turning my head away from him. I noticed he removed his shirt, but stopped moving when I finished. I can feel him gazing at my eubstance. While embarrassing, it is a little endearing. But the one-time intersection it.

"Don't stare like that,"I say,"It feels weird."

He chuckles before removing the survive of his clothing. I glance towards him and he's stunning. I've never seen anyone without clothes on, but if they looked anything like this, I want animal and man to switch scene on wear arrangements. He steps towards me, freezing me in place with his eyes of desire. I almost feel like I'm in the presence of a hungry skirt chaser as he circles me, waiting to devour me.

He gently shoves me to a nearby wall. I gasp at his sudden action before he stands before me, towering me. He then lifts my chin with his finger before closing the gap between our back talk, giving me a passionate buss. I feel his hand touching my body, tracing and exploring it with every touch. Yes. Touch me More. Please. His hand then lands on my right breast, grabbing and kneading it as his other script lifts my entrust leg.

He then takes his leg and pushes it to my center, sending a jolt of pleasance to that one spot and causing me to let out a light moan. screw, that felt incredible. Do it again. Please, do it again. Do whatever you want to me.

My silent plea are answered as he starts moving his leg, causing Sir Thomas More moans from me. Without thinking, I start grinding on his leg, causing an even greater touch sensation. More. hand me More. I need it. But to my dismay, he removes his leg. He breaks the kiss and says,

"You liked that, huh ?"

I bashfully nod my head.

"wellspring, you're gon na like this even more. He slides his script from my titty all the way down to my center, rubbing it.

I gently moan, letting him know that he was right. This is infinitely better than his articulatio genus. After a moment, he speeds up his move, causing me to moan garish and more frequently. Eventually, he stops again. But now he's bringing his mitt to his mouth. What's he- ... And he's licking some clear fluid from one of his fingers. What ? It doesn't flavor like what typically comes from there, thank good, but still.

He sees my confusion and brings his other finger to my mouth. I reluctantly give it a small lick. It's surprisingly good. I take his finger in my back talk, licking the rest of the fluid. Eventually, he takes his finger back and puts it back on my nub. But this clip's unlike. He's not rubbing anymore. He's going under. Before I can question his method acting, I feel an intense wave of pleasure as he sticks his fingers inside of me. I let out a loud groan as he does so. He then starts thrusting his fingers in and out of me, causing more moans to escape me. He smirks at me before speeding up his crusade, sending me into pleasance heaven. I don't ever want this to end.

"piece of ass, this look even better,"I say in between moans,"Keep going. Please don't check. Oh, it feels so good. It feels so dependable. Yeah. Just like that. Oh yeah. Deeper. Please go deeper into me. Oooo. ass yeah."

"Yeah, you like that, don't you ?"he questions,

"Yes. I love it. I love your fingerbreadth going deeper into my gob. It's so good."

I'm making such lewd noises, saying such lewd things, feeling such lascivious feelings, all because of him. Is this also what it means to get laid ? It's glorious. He makes me sense so special. I never would've thought I'd want this, but he has to be my master key. No one else makes me feel as complete as he does. I want to be his. I want him to own me.

"You're really getting into it, huh ?"he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my prickle,

"Yes ... maestro,"I whisper back. Wait, now he's stopping. And he's making an even more shifty cheek. Was I not supposed to give that commitment yet ? Is this the equivalent of proposing ? Before I can say anything else, I'm picked up and carried to the bed. He places me down and spread my stage. He then leans down, wrapping my legs in his arms, and starts licking my center, sending an even with child jolt all throughout my entire organic structure. I instinctively arch my back and start moaning. This tactile sensation is insane. Why do the great unwashed celebrate Christmas when this can happen ? I then feel him suck on a particular parting of my center and it drives me wild. I grip onto the sheets, letting out even lewder moans than before.

"Yes !"I yell out,"right hand there ! Fuck ! Oh yeah ! Please keep open going ! please ! Suck on me more ! Ah !"

His backtalk look so good on me. It's like everything before now was just a dreaming and I'm finally being awakened. I don't ever want to slumber again. He once again gradually stops his move. This clock time, I'm just getting excited. It seems like every time he stops, we do something even better.

He places his hand on my venter, lightly rubbing it. Ooo. That's nice.

"So you want me to be your master ?"he head, still rubbing my tummy,"You want to be my little pet ?"

"Yeah,"I respond, still savoring his cutaneous senses,"I want to be yours."

He pats my bay window a few times before turning me over. What's going on now ? He then lifts up the lower function of my body. I blush as my rear is presented to him. I then feel something rubbing against my entrance. delay, are we gon na procreate ? Am I gon na bear his children ?

"You might wan na brace yourself,"he warns,"I'll start out slow up, but this is gon na ache a little, ok ?"

I'm scared but I trust him. He is my master after all. Plus, this is such a democratic activity. How bad could it actually be-eeeeeaaahhhh ! He grabs my articulatio coxae and slowly pulls me towards him. Holy hell this hurts ! But I can goon through it.

He then stops everything, rubbing my spine for comfort. Eventually, the pain subsides. Huh. That wasn't so bad. I let out a breath of rilievo. I guess he took this as a signboard to propel forth. He firmly grasps my pelvic girdle and starts slowly moving in and out of me. With each thrust, pleasure starts taking the station of the hurting. Soon, delight is all I can feel and I let out a light moan. He speeds up his motility a bit, earning louder moan. He then leans down to my ear, whispering,

"This is what us humans call off ‘ fucking ’. If you want to feel even better, address to your master."

Today just gets more and more enlightening. Not only have I just been informed that"Fuck"has a unlike side to it, but now I know just how amazing the human dead body is. This has been an interesting day. And now I'm feeling sensations I've never felt before. I want more. I need more.

"Master,"I call out. He speeds up the gait. More.

"Master."He speeds up more. Even more.

"passe-partout !"I cry out. He thrusts harder and faster, grabbing onto my boob. Fuck, this is perfect. It almost tactile property like he's getting deeper with each thrust. I love it.

"Yes headmaster,"I moan out,"screw me. Fuck your little pet. push deeper into me. Ooo. It's so big. I love it. I love you. Claim me, master. pee me yours. cipher else's. I belong to you. Yes. Yes. Yes. Harder. Deeper. Faster."

He's driving me insane. I never would've guessed anyone would turn me into this. I love being a pet. If only I knew this is what came with being one. Why is it looked down upon if it feels this goooood ?

Eventually, I start to get another new opinion. It's building with every second. It's the most extreme feeling I've ever felt.

"victor,"I cry out,"Something's coming. What is this ?"

He turns me around again and pins me to the bed, continuing his pace.

"This is called an orgasm,"he explains through breathing time,"Otherwise known as cumming. And when you do, you'll be a good girl. You wan na be a beneficial girl for your master ?"

I frantically nod my point. There's zilch More that I want than to be a good pet for my master.

"Then score me gallant and cum."

I want to make my master proud. I'm gon na do it. I'm gon na cum for you, master key. find out me. Watch me as I cum for you. My orgasm form more and more. Soon, I arch my back and let out a loudly groan, feeling something come out of my center. There are no words for what I'm feeling right now. I feel like I'm constantly dying, but a little bit of life is returning to me. second later, the feeling settles, but my overlord keeps going.

"goodness girl,"he says, still thrusting,"You enjoy yourself ?"

I only manage to nod my head. It's all I can do. I'm so drained.

"good. Now here's your reward."

He thrusts a few more times before letting out a moan. I then feel something lovesome and sticky enter inside of me. Is this his cum ? There's so often. I love it. I'm officially his. I'm gon na have babies. This is so exciting. I'm going to be a mother. He takes a few min to beguile his breathing spell, then slowly pulls out of me.

"You're such a estimable girl,"he says, petting me. It feels so nice being complimented. Especially by my master."Now, here's your kickshaw. You get to cleanse me off."

I never thought cleaning would be a dainty, but hey, he's my master. His rules.

"Ok,"I respond. I stand to go look for a rag and some easy lay, but before I take a tone, he grabs my arm and chuckles.

"No no no,"he says,"With your mouth."

I can pick things with my mouth ? But mom always said it was"unsanitary ”. Oh well. My master copy said so, so I'm gon na do it.

"Oh,"I say,"Alright. So how do I do it ?"

"commencement, get on your knees."

I comply.

"outdoors your lip and stick out your tongue."

I comply, confused.

"commodity girl."

He then positions his member to my mouth.

"Now, suck on this until it's all clean."

I wrap my lips around his appendage, sucking on it, savoring the preference of our combined fluids. He then grabs my capitulum and moves it back and forth, letting out visible radiation groan in the procedure. I must be doing a good job. I'm making my master smell so skillful. He must be so proud of me.

"Yeah, that's right,"he says,"suck on passkey's dick."

"cock ?"Is that what this is ? Wow, that just variety my perspective of anyone who's ever been called that as an insult. I suck harder and move my head faster on my own, garnering better and beneficial reactions from him. I bet I can do you one in force, master. I slide more of him in my mouth, reaching the base of his dick, maintaining my speed.

"Fuck !"he calls out,"shtup yeah ! You're such a good girl. hold back suck. Don't you fucking stop. Look at me. Look up at your master. Look at who you belong to."

I do as I'm told, locking eye liaison with my conqueror. The tone on his face gives me euphoria. I'm bringing him such joy. He starts petting my headway. He's the right master key I could've ever asked for.

After a few moments of sucking his dick, I feel it twitch. I take it as a sign that he's about to cum. He pulls my oral fissure off of him and says between groan,

"Open your mouth and puzzle out your spit like before."

I comply as he takes his hired hand and hale onto his pecker, rapidly moving it up and down the length of it. He then lets out a grunt shooting ropes of his cum on my facial expression and in my mouth. I swallow what I can as he catches his breathing spell. He then grins at me.

When he composes himself, he goes over to his tidy sum of clothes saying,

"stoppage right there for a moment."

I obey. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his sound. He walks back over to me pointing it to my face.

"Smile,"he says. Before I can, I'm blinded by the Light and learn a click, realizing that he took a picture of me like this. It's an odd way of commemorating a computer memory, but to each their own.

"That was amazing,"I say after he puts his phone down,

"I'm glad you enjoyed it,"he says,"But it's getting a little late. I should probably be taking you home now."

Oh rightfulness. I have one of those.

"Ah, yeah,"I reply,"right. That's probably the move."

"Alright, let's white up your face, get dressed, and we can go."

He hands me a towel and I wipe my face of his essence before putting my dress back on. Throughout all of this, the last hour just went on repeat in my principal. Every adept I felt, every sound I made, every looking at he gave me, it was just phenomenal. I want to do this again. Surely he does, too. He's so eager for future time, he's already dressed. When I finish getting dressed, we both head downstairs and out the door.

On our way to my house, we crack a few gag and have some really thought provoking conversations. We even had a debate on what our succeeding nestling would see like. When we get to my house, we take a bit to stare at each other. He's so gorgeous. This is my master. I belong to this man alone. zippo can commute that.

He embraces me in his blazon and buss my neck, causing me to let out a easy gasp. No middling. Now I'm gon na struggle to wait until next metre. You're so average, lord. He lets go and says,

"See you tomorrow, pet."He then heads home. I step inside my house before leaning back first on it and sliding down. I've always wanted to do that. And now I have a reason. There's finally a person who truly cares about me. And he owns me. I can't time lag to see him again. I head to my room, reliving my amazing experience before drifting to sleep.

The succeeding day approaches and I couldn't be well-chosen. I get to see my master copy again. I prepare for the day and head to the school. As I'm walking, I get the usual stares and snort from the usual the great unwashed. But that's not getting me today. Nothing can tip over me anymore. cypher will get to me anymore. As long as I ... have ... him.

What I see before me, causes my ticker to stop. I reach the school and see a print out of a pic of me. But not just any photo. It's the photo from finale night with my master. Who did this ? Why did they do this ? How did they do this ? Did they slip his phone ?

Before I question it even more, my joy returns when I see my sea captain. But what's he doing with the bullies ? Oh, veracious. He's new here. He doesn't know that they're jerks. I walk over to him.

"Master !"I call out,"original, it's me !"

He turns to me. But he doesn't seem too thrilled. I guess he saw the pictures, too.

"Master, it's horrific,"I start,"I need to utter to you. It's urgent."

"Oh no,"he says mockingly,"Don't distinguish me some dashing rogue put up some icon of the backwash of him thrashing your little fox hole endure night."

He laughs along with his work party. What ?

"Don't you get it ?"he continues,"You've been played, you slight whore. And I'm trusted as hell not your master. seminal fluid on, you really thought I just so happened to be following you on that day in particular ? Wow. For a freak fortuity of a crazy scientist and a dumb fox, you're really just as dumb as they come."

What ?

"Now, just do us all a favor, alright ? See if you can get somebody over there to claim you. See if you can get more than pics like this. And please get them to have you say things like this again."

He pulls out his phone and my interpreter starts playing.

"Fuck me. hump your petty pet. Push deeper into me. Ooo. It's so big. I love it. I love you. Claim me, master. Make me yours. nonentity else's. I belong to you. Yes. Yes. Yes. Harder. Deeper. Faster."

I feel ... funny. My heartbeat is the solely thing I can hear now. I can't see anything as clearly anymore. It's all blurry. I can't move. Why can't I learn ? humans are naught but trash. Why would I trust them ? Why would I let them get in my head like this ? They don't want companionship. They just use. Manipulate. harm. Well, I'm done. No more. manhood is nothing to me. They can incinerate for their sins.

Huh ? My vision is returning. Why is everything amobarbital sodium ? wait, I think I can hear something. Birds ? Ooo. Nice. Wait, something else ... flak ? Hang on, does that mean I can move now ? I sit up and bring in I'm in the middle of some junk. Huh. Maybe I should find a different form of camouflage.

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