It's not fair. Why do people keep treating me like this ? It's not my flaw. I didn't ask to be born like this. And it's not like I'm being a pain in the neck. I try to stick around out of everyone's way as much as I can. So why ? Why does everyone finger the demand to take fun of me ? To laugh at me ? To offend me ? Did I say something I shouldn't have to individual really of import ? I didn't mean to. This isn't right.

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

"Hey, say something, wily,"I hear individual else say. I walk faster.

"Shouldn't pets be on a leash ?"individual else adds on. My eyes start to water.

"Nevermind that, where's her possessor ?"mortal else chimes in. I run on the threshold of weeping, hearing nothing but the sounds of everyone's amusement.

I make it to my good outer space. It's an abandon hillside marked by a single oak tree diagram. It's pretty far from the schoolhouse and very secluded from society. It's the hone place to go when I need to calm down. I place my bag down and kink up beside the tree diagram, recalling the event of the day. They do nothing but thrust me. Pull my tail. Ask me what I say ... Laugh at me. That's the forged of it. They laugh at me. I hate it. I don't have sex how a lot I can go through with this.

A few tears hit the basis. They're doing this to me. I come to them in kindness and they do this. Maybe I should transpose again. There's bound to be a place for me where I can be amongst mankind without being jaded. There has to be. rightfulness ?

In the thick of my thinking, I hear a disturbance. step ? Uh oh. I thought no one knew about this place. That's why I come here. I climb the tree, hiding in the leafage, waiting for the mortal to appear then leave.

The source of the footsteps appears and it's ... a boy ? Oh no. The uniform. He's from the school. Did he traverse me down ? Why won't they just leave me alone ? Wait, what's he doing ? Why's he kicking a rock ? What did the tilt do ? Do these citizenry 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 closer, still kicking the poor people rock 'n' roll. He eventually stops and stares at the celestial horizon before sitting down and sighing.

"That poor fille,"he says, picking up the rock,"She gets castigate 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 accompany me ? What could he possibly want ? I cause nothing but problem for anyone I come into contact with, so friendly relationship's out of the doubt. Did I neglect 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. nookie ! He takes a step towards it. Screw it. I dive out of the leave, catching my bag in my oral cavity after scaring him. I then micturate a run for it on all quaternary just so he won't keep up with me. I hear him calling after me as I run, but I don't look ba- ... Wait, how is it that it sounded close ? I turn around to see that he's nearly on my tail. Literally. Can homo really be this degenerate ? !

"Hey !"he calls out,"knack on a minute ! I just wan na talk to you !"

liar. I can smell the stench of that lie from a lightyear away. I speed up to create some distance between us before casting a wall of blue fire with my keister. I stop in my course to make sure I didn't hurt him. Doesn't sound like it so that's honest. Looks like I'm in the all the way. That is until I see him emerge from the flames. How toughened is he ? !

I try to start running again only for him to tackle me and shut away me in office. I try breaking free, not wanting for him to do anything to me like ... Petting me ? What the Hell ? Is he really petting me ? I start to lull down, both because he's clearly not trying to pain me and this actually feels ... pretty ... good.

"Shh,"he starts in a soothe flavour,"I'm not gon na wound 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 strong human. I'm certain 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 hope 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. save scraping. Yaaaaay. His scratching is making me melt. mulct. We can talk. Just don't ever. Ever stop.

And of course he stops. perfect tense. I look at him and he looks back at me. I give him a wanting stare and he gets the substance. He continues with the ear scratches 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,

"animal instincts. 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 find me cute ?

"William Tell you what,"he says, picking me up and walking,"How's about we talk at my lieu ? 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 convoke at my humble abode."

"fountainhead, ok. Thank you."

"Sure thing."

He continues walking while carrying me. He's so tender and comfy. It's so nice. He feels like a mobile bed. I instinctively burrow into his bureau. He just feels so good. Eventually, we get to his home 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."

"null that exciting,"I respond,"One second, I'm watching a movie, the next, I'm scratching a flea out of my tail. Pretty dull."

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

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

"Now, when you say ‘ give birth ’, does that mean your parents are…"

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

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Alright, well, my father was a very adventurous man. He was a chemist who did studies on human being and animal hybrids. One day, he befriended a fox, and here I am, a human missy with a bushy fag end and some ears. I told you it's a weird 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 concentrated to get through.

"Oh, I'm sorry,"he says after seeing my 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 motion, question me at every opportunity, buy me things just for the sole aim of noting my reaction ; of course of study it was hunky-dory at first because I was just a cub. I didn't know any better. But he'd also focus on negative spectrums : responding coldly to some of my questions, shooing me when I wanted to meet, ‘ 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 unfreeze. He wiped her computer storage of my being and sent her back to the state of nature. My mother was the solely one who cared for me. We were so stopping point. 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 people of a certain age get into worry when they're not in school. So to foreclose that, I've been using school as sort of like camouflage for five years. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you all of this. I know it's too a good deal to engage in."

Judging by his reaction to the floor, he seems upset. I knew I shouldn't have dragged it out for so long. I'm pretty certainly a simple"no"would've sufficed. Now he's traumatized. I should just go. I don't need to be telling the great unwashed my lifetime's story.

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

Before I can train a step towards the door, I feel him grab my arm. He turns me around and bosom me in a hug. I'm confused. Why's he doing this ? I thought clinch were given when you care about someone. 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 finger 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 affect me more than I thought it would ? No. The feeling I have right now doesn't match it. Yes, the account still hurts, but the tactual sensation seems to grow 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 weeping,"I'm sorry. I didn't clear the news report would be that irritating. 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 crying. There's this feeling 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 listen to me or speak to me without shaming me. What is it ?"

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

"fountainhead, it's not quite there. Nothing ever compared to it. But there's hints of it."

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

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

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

"well, I'm afraid it's not that simple,"he responds with a chuckle. That's a pity. hold, what's that flavor he's giving all of a sudden. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

"postponement,"he continues,"You said the tactual sensation's becoming intense, right ?"

"Yeah,"I respond,

"And You're half fox, correct ?"

"I am."

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

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

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

"Oh boy,"he says, scratching the dorsum of his question,"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 billet. We've just met. Humans and their hormones.

"I have,"I respond, blushing,"It's when two humankind, 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 other half ?"he questions. What does he think of ? I've only ever been taught on the human dowery. I'd assume it's the same for foxes. I'm so lost. I guess he sees my confusion, so he says,

"Have you ever listen of the term ‘ In high temperature'?"

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

"Wow, ok,"he says, taking a deep breath,"Never would've thought I'd explain this to a fox, but here we are. Alright, at certain parts of the year, typically around this clip in December all the way into March, dodger have a cycle in which they have a deep need to ... fulfil certain ... urges. Us humans refer to it as going in heat."

Well, now I'm embarrassed. Not only does a human know More about my anatomy than I do, but I just had to exude the most embarrassing caliber. I've never gotten why lineament wanted to be killed when bashfulness strike, but now I do. I hide my face in my hand, unable to even present him anymore.

"It's fine,"he says,"It's just nature. cipher to be ashamed of."

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

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

Under pattern context, I'd completely agree, but this belief is becoming more and more unbearable by the sec. I don't think I care anymore.

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

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

"positive degree. Please, just get to this stop."

"Ok, accompany me."

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

"Ok, so to do this, you're going to need to get uncase,"he says.

I blush before nodding and stepping out of my brake shoe. I then remove my blouse and bird, foreboding what next two articles of clothing have to follow. Then the feeling makes its front known, knocking away that thought. I take a breath before unclasping my bra, letting it precipitate to the floor as I cover my tit. I then pull down my panty and cover my ... area, turning my head word away from him. I noticed he removed his shirt, but stopped moving when I finished. I can feel him gazing at my body. While embarrassing, it is a little endearing. But the former overlaps it.

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

He chuckles before removing the concluding 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 animals and humans to flip-flop sight on clothing arrangements. He steps towards me, freezing me in place with his eyes of desire. I almost feel like I'm in the mien of a hungry wolf 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 kiss. I feel his hired hand touching my organic structure, tracing and exploring it with every touch. Yes. Touch me More. Please. His mitt then lands on my right knocker, grabbing and kneading it as his other hired hand lifts my go forth leg.

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

My silent supplication are answered as he starts moving his leg, causing more than moan from me. Without thinking, I start grinding on his leg, causing an even greater feeling. Sir Thomas More. Give 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.

"Well, you're gon na like this even more. He slides his hand from my breast 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 knee. After a moment, he speeds up his movement, causing me to groan flashy and more frequently. Eventually, he stops again. But now he's bringing his hand to his sassing. What's he- ... And he's licking some crystallize fluid from one of his fingers. What ? It doesn't look like what typically comes from there, thank goodness, but still.

He sees my confusion and brings his other finger to my mouth. I reluctantly give it a small lick. It's surprisingly honorable. I take his digit in my mouth, licking the rest of the fluid. Eventually, he takes his finger back and puts it back on my center. But this metre's different. He's not rubbing anymore. He's going under. Before I can question his methods, I feel an intense wave of delight as he sticks his finger inside of me. I let out a gimcrack moan as he does so. He then starts thrusting his fingers in and out of me, causing more moan to run me. He smirks at me before speeding up his front, sending me into pleasure heaven. I don't ever want this to end.

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

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

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

I'm making such salacious noises, saying such libidinous things, feeling such lewd feelings, all because of him. Is this also what it means to screw ? It's glorious. He makes me feel so particular. I never would've thought I'd want this, but he has to be my master. No one else makes me palpate as thoroughgoing 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 backbone,

"Yes ... overlord,"I whisper back. Wait, now he's stopping. And he's making an even more devious face. Was I not supposed to make 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 overspread my legs. He then leans down, wrapping my legs in his coat of arms, and starts licking my center, sending an even great saccade all throughout my entire body. I instinctively arch my book binding and start moaning. This tactile sensation is insane. Why do people observe Christmastide when this can befall ? I then feel him suck on a specific contribution of my center and it drives me idle. I grip onto the sheets, letting out even lascivious groan than before.

"Yes !"I yell out,"right wing there ! Fuck ! Oh yeah ! Please retain going ! Please ! Suck on me More ! Ah !"

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

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

"So you want me to be your master copy ?"he motion, still rubbing my bay window,"You want to be my lilliputian pet ?"

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

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

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

I'm scared but I trust him. He is my professional after all. Plus, this is such a popular bodily process. How bad could it actually be-eeeeeaaahhhh ! He grabs my hip and slowly pulling me towards him. Holy hell this hurts ! But I can tough through it.

He then stops everything, rubbing my rear for comfort. Eventually, the pain subsides. Huh. That wasn't so bad. I let out a breath of relief. I guess he took this as a augury to move forth. He firmly apprehend my pelvic arch and starts slowly moving in and out of me. With each poking, pleasance starts taking the position of the pain. Soon, delight is all I can finger and I let out a light moan. He speeds up his drift a bit, earning louder moans. He then leans down to my ear, whispering,

"This is what us humans phone ‘ screw ’. If you want to feel even better, holler to your master."

Today just gets to a greater extent and more informatory. Not only have I just been informed that"Fuck"has a unlike slope to it, but now I know just how amazing the homo body is. This has been an worry day. And now I'm feeling virtuoso I've never felt before. I want more. I need more.

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

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

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

"Yes passe-partout,"I moan out,"Fuck me. Fuck your little pet. Push deeper into me. Ooo. It's so big. I love it. I love you. Claim me, master. stimulate 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 wrick 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 impression. It's building with every second. It's the most extreme belief I've ever felt.

"passe-partout,"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 breaths,"Otherwise known as cumming. And when you do, you'll be a good female child. You wan na be a good girl for your skipper ?"

I frantically nod my heading. There's nothing Sir Thomas More that I want than to be a good pet for my master.

"Then reach me proud and cum."

I want to pass water my captain proud. I'm gon na do it. I'm gon na cum for you, passe-partout. Watch me. Watch me as I cum for you. My orgasm builds more and more. Soon, I arch my back and let out a gaudy moan, feeling something come out of my eye. There are no words for what I'm feeling right now. I feel like I'm constantly dying, but a little bit of life story is returning to me. Moments later, the tone settee, but my headmaster keeps going.

"Good 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 warm and steamy enter inside of me. Is this his cum ? There's so much. I love it. I'm officially his. I'm gon na have babe. This is so charge. I'm going to be a mother. He takes a few moment to catch his breath, then slowly pulls out of me.

"You're such a estimable girl,"he says, petting me. It feels so prissy being complimented. Especially by my victor."Now, here's your treat. You get to clean me off."

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

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

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

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

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

"beginning, get on your knees."

I comply.

"surface your mouth and bond out your tongue."

I comply, confused.

"Good girl."

He then office 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 taste of our flux fluids. He then grabs my head and moves it back and forth, letting out light moan in the outgrowth. I must be doing a good job. I'm making my overlord feel so skilful. He must be so proud of me.

"Yeah, that's right,"he says,"sucking on master's dick."

"dick ?"Is that what this is ? Wow, that just alteration my perspective of anyone who's ever been called that as an insult. I suck harder and go my head faster on my own, garnering better and considerably chemical reaction from him. I bet I can do you one unspoilt, professional. I slide more of him in my mouth, reaching the al-Qaeda of his gumshoe, maintaining my speed.

"Fuck !"he calls out,"fucking yeah ! You're such a undecomposed girl. Keep sucking. Don't you fucking stop. reckon at me. front up at your victor. Look at who you belong to."

I do as I'm told, locking eye contact with my conqueror. The aspect on his face gives me euphoria. I'm bringing him such joy. He starts petting my head. He's the good professional I could've ever asked for.

After a few second of sucking his gumshoe, I feel it twitch. I take it as a sign that he's about to cum. He pulls my oral cavity off of him and says between groans,

"surface your oral fissure and bond out your tongue like before."

I comply as he takes his hand and squeezes onto his dick, rapidly moving it up and down the length of it. He then lets out a grunt shooting ropes of his cum on my font and in my sassing. I swallow what I can as he catches his breathing time. He then grins at me.

When he composes himself, he goes over to his pile of wearing apparel saying,

"Stay right there for a moment."

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

"grin,"he says. Before I can, I'm blinded by the light and listen a click, realizing that he took a image of me like this. It's an odd way of commemorating a 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 rightfield. I have one of those.

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

"Alright, let's clean 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 clothes back on. Throughout all of this, the shoemaker's last hour just went on repeat in my head. Every whiz I felt, every sound I made, every look he gave me, it was just phenomenal. I want to do this again. Surely he does, too. He's so eager for following time, he's already dressed. When I finish getting dressed, we both head downstairs and out the door.

On our way to my theatre, we crack a few jokes and have some really thought provoking conversations. We even had a debate on what our future kid would take care like. When we get to my house, we take a moment to stare at each former. He's so gorgeous. This is my captain. I belong to this man alone. Nothing can commute that.

He embraces me in his subdivision and kisses my neck, causing me to let out a light up gasp. No fair. Now I'm gon na conflict to hold back until succeeding time. You're so mean, sea captain. 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 wait to see him again. I head to my room, reliving my baffle experience before drifting to sleep.

The following day approaches and I couldn't be happier. I get to see my victor again. I prepare for the day and headspring to the schooltime. As I'm walk, I get the usual stares and snickers from the usual people. But that's not getting me today. zippo can overturn me anymore. null will get to me anymore. As long as I ... have ... him.

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

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

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

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

"Master, it's terrible,"I start,"I need to verbalize to you. It's urgent."

"Oh no,"he says mockingly,"Don't tell me some dashing rogue put up some images of the aftermath of him thrashing your little fox hole last night."

He laughs along with his work party. What ?

"Don't you get it ?"he continues,"You've been played, you little whore. And I'm sure as perdition not your superior. Come on, you really thought I just so happened to be following you on that day in particular ? Wow. For a freak accident of a gaga scientist and a mute fox, you're really just as speechless as they come."

What ?

"Now, just do us all a favour, alright ? See if you can get somebody over there to claim you. See if you can get Thomas More pics like this. And delight get them to receive you say things like this again."

He pulls out his earphone and my part starts playing.

"Fuck me. be intimate your little pet. get-up-and-go deeper into me. Ooo. It's so big. I love it. I love you. Claim me, overlord. constitute me yours. Nobody else's. I belong to you. Yes. Yes. Yes. Harder. Deeper. Faster."

I feel ... funny. My New York minute is the only thing I can hear now. I can't see anything as clearly anymore. It's all blurry. I can't movement. Why can't I learn ? humanity are nothing but scum. Why would I believe them ? Why would I let them get in my heading like this ? They don't want companionship. They just use. Manipulate. detriment. Well, I'm done. No more. Humanity is zip to me. They can burn for their sins.

Huh ? My vision is returning. Why is everything blue ? Wait, I think I can try something. skirt ? Ooo. Nice. Wait, something else ... fire ? bent on, does that mean I can move now ? I sit up and actualise I'm in the middle of some debris. Huh. Maybe I should ascertain a different form of camouflage.

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