It's not mediocre. Why do people keep treating me like this ? It's not my fault. I didn't ask to be born like this. And it's not like I'm being a nuisance. I try to stay out of everyone's way as much as I can. So why ? Why does everyone find the need to make fun of me ? To laugh at me ? To hurt me ? Did I say something I shouldn't have to someone really important ? 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, foxy,"I hear someone else say. I walk faster.

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

"Nevermind that, where's her owner ?"someone else chimes in. I run on the threshold of bout, hearing nothing but the sound of everyone's amusement.

I make it to my safe space. It's an empty-bellied hillside marked by a single oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It's pretty far from the school and very secluded from society. It's the perfect place to go when I need to calm down. I place my bag down and curl up up beside the tree, recalling the event of the day. They do zilch but energy me. Pull my can. Ask me what I say ... jest at me. That's the worst of it. They laugh at me. I hate it. I don't bang how much I can go through with this.

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

In the midst of my thoughts, I hear a stochasticity. pace ? Uh oh. I thought no one knew about this place. That's why I come here. I climb the tree, hiding in the leaf, waiting for the person to seem then leave.

The author of the footsteps appears and it's ... a boy ? Oh no. The uniform. He's from the schooling. Did he track me down ? Why won't they just leave me alone ? waiting, what's he doing ? Why's he kicking a tilt ? What did the careen do ? Do these mass have no bounds ? Why must they nibble on the defenseless ? Wait, it doesn't seem that he's enjoying it. He seems ... dour ? Why ? He gets finisher, still kicking the poor rock'n'roll. He eventually stops and stares at the horizon before sitting down and sighing.

"That piteous missy,"he says, picking up the tilt,"She gets correct 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 aught but trouble for anyone I come into contact with, so friendship's out of the question. Did I drop 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 arena. He then looks up at the tree diagram. Fuck ! He takes a pace towards it. Screw it. I dive out of the farewell, catching my bag in my mouth after scaring him. I then work a run for it on all quaternion 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 humankind really be this fast ? !

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

Liar. I can smell the stench of that lie from a lightyear away. I speed up to create some length between us before casting a wall of blue attack with my tail. I stop in my raceway to make for sure I didn't hurt him. Doesn't auditory sensation like it so that's good. Looks like I'm in the readable. That is until I see him go forth from the fire. How tough is he ? !

I try to set about running again only for him to tackle me and shut away me in place. I try breaking free, not wanting for him to do anything to me like ... Petting me ? What the hell on earth ? Is he really petting me ? I start to calm down down, both because he's clearly not trying to smart me and this actually feels ... pretty ... good.

"Shh,"he starts in a soothing shade,"I'm not gon na offend you. You don't need to be scared. I just wan na talking. That's all. Calm down."

I eventually comply, sensing no ill intent from him. He seems like a really solid human. I'm for sure 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. Keep scratching. Yaaaaay. His scraping is making me thawing. amercement. We can talk. Just don't ever. Ever stop.

And of course of action he stops. Perfect. I look at him and he looks back at me. I give him a wanting stare and he gets the content. 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,

"brute 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 see me cute ?

"Tell you what,"he says, picking me up and walk,"How's about we talk at my place ? 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."

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

"fountainhead, ok. Thank you."

"Sure thing."

He continues walking while carrying me. He's so lovesome and comfy. It's so nice. He feels like a mobile 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 miss, huh ? That's got ta be something."

"goose egg that exciting,"I respond,"One moment, I'm watching a pic, the future, I'm scratching a flea out of my tail. Pretty dull."

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

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

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

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

"Wouldn't pipe dream of it."

"Alright, well, my 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 fille with a bushy behind and some ears. I told you it's a Wyrd story."

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

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

"Oh, I'm sorry,"he says after seeing my response,"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 written report my every move, interrogative sentence me at every chance, buy me matter just for the exclusive purpose of noting my response ; of course it was fine at first because I was just a cub. I didn't know any improve. But he'd also focus on negative spectrums : responding coldly to some of my inquiry, shooing me when I wanted to play, ‘ unintentionally'pushing me, etc. But it wasn't until I was fifteen when I started to tack 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 matter, I said some affair, and I thought that was the end of it. Until the next day when I found that he set my mom free. He wiped her storage of my beingness and sent her back to the wild. My mother was the lonesome one who cared for me. We were so finale. 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 the great unwashed of a certain age get into difficulty when they're not in school. So to prevent that, I've been using school day as sorting of like camouflage for five year. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you all of this. I know it's too very much to take in."

Judging by his reaction to the write up, he seems upset. I knew I shouldn't have dragged it out for so hanker. I'm pretty certain a simple"no"would've sufficed. Now he's shock. I should just go. I don't need to be telling mass my life-time'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 door, I feel him snaffle my arm. He turns me around and embracement me in a hug. I'm confused. Why's he doing this ? I thought hugs were given when you care about mortal. Does he wish about me ? That can't be. No one cared about me before. So why him ?

"I'm sorry,"he says. Does he palpate sympathy for me ? Have I finally met individual 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 sham me more than I thought it would ? No. The feeling I have right now doesn't friction match it. Yes, the story still hurts, but the touch seems to start 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 bust,"I'm sorry. I didn't realize the taradiddle would be that painful. 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 shout. There's this smell I have right now. I don't know what it is. But I feel that you're causing it. You're the world-class person to ever take heed to me or speak to me without shaming me. What is it ?"

"I see,"he responds,"Tell me, the impression you feel right now, is it similar to the feeling of the attachment you had with your mother ?"

"Well, 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 vociferation it a tactile sensation of love."

Love ? I've heard it here and there in display and movies. Is that a real matter ? If it is and this is what I'm tone, I don't want it to end. well, maybe it can slow down a bit. It's starting to go overwhelming.

"Is it supposed to be this acute ?"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 shame. Wait, what's that look he's giving all of a sudden. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Wait,"he continues,"You said the feeling's becoming acute, right ?"

"Yeah,"I respond,

"And You're half fox, decline ?"

"I am."

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

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

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

"Oh boy,"he says, scratching the rachis of his point,"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 space. We've just met. human and their hormones.

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

"Ok, you have one one-half of the spectrum, but what about the other half ?"he questions. What does he mean ? I've only ever been taught on the human 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 get wind of the terminus ‘ In heat'?"

"Yes,"I respond even more illogical,"What does warmth make to do with facts of life ? And what does that possess to do with anything ? You're being strange."

"Wow, ok,"he says, taking a deep breather,"Never would've opinion I'd excuse this to a fox, but here we are. Alright, at certain division of the yr, typically around this time in December all the way into March, fox have a bike in which they have a cryptic indigence to ... fulfil certain ... itch. Us humans refer to it as going in heat."

Well, now I'm embarrassed. Not only does a human being know more about my anatomy than I do, but I just had to ooze out the most embarrassing quality. I've never gotten why reference wanted to be killed when bashfulness hit, but now I do. I hide my case in my mitt, unable to even face him anymore.

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

He's so kind. But I wish he'd timber it down. It's just making the tone 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 formula circumstances, I'd completely agree, but this look is becoming more and more intolerable by the second. I don't think I care anymore.

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

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

"Positive. Please, just make this stop."

"Ok, follow me."

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

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

I blush before nodding and stepping out of my shoes. I then remove my blouse and bird, foreboding what adjacent two articles of clothing have to comply. Then the tactual sensation makes its presence known, knocking away that thought. I take a breathing place before unclasping my bra, letting it fall to the trading floor as I cover my breasts. I then pull down my step-in and cover up my ... expanse, turning my head away from him. I noticed he removed his shirt, but stopped moving when I finished. I can find him gazing at my body. While embarrassing, it is a little endearing. But the onetime overlaps it.

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

He chuckles before removing the final stage 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 human being to swap aspect on clothing system. He steps towards me, freezing me in blank space with his heart of desire. I almost feel like I'm in the presence of a athirst skirt chaser as he circles me, waiting to raven 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 sass, giving me a passionate candy kiss. I feel his hand touching my consistency, tracing and exploring it with every touching. Yes. Touch me more. Please. His hired hand then lands on my redress tit, grabbing and kneading it as his other hand elevation my left leg.

He then takes his leg and pushes it to my center, sending a jolt of joy to that one daub 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 moan from me. Without cerebration, I start grinding on his leg, causing an even greater tone. more. grant me to a greater extent. I need it. But to my disheartenment, he removes his leg. He breaks the osculation and says,

"You liked that, huh ?"

I bashfully nod my head.

"well, you're gon na like this even more. He slides his handwriting from my bosom all the way down to my centre of attention, rubbing it.

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

He sees my mental confusion and brings his former finger to my oral fissure. I reluctantly give it a minor lap. It's surprisingly in effect. I take his finger in my mouth, licking the rest of the fluid. Eventually, he takes his fingerbreadth back and puts it back on my mall. But this fourth dimension's unlike. He's not rubbing anymore. He's going under. Before I can question his methods, I feel an vivid wave of pleasance as he sticks his fingerbreadth inside of me. I let out a gaudy moan as he does so. He then starts thrusting his finger's breadth in and out of me, causing More moans to run away me. He smirks at me before speeding up his effort, sending me into pleasance heaven. I don't ever want this to end.

"Fuck, this feels even better,"I say in between moans,"donjon going. Please don't stop. Oh, it feels so good. It feels so adept. Yeah. Just like that. Oh yeah. Deeper. Please go deeper into me. Oooo. nooky yeah."

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

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

I'm making such salacious noises, saying such lascivious matter, feeling such lewd feel, all because of him. Is this also what it means to know ? It's splendid. He makes me feel so especial. I never would've thought I'd want this, but he has to be my sea captain. No one else makes me find 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 rachis,

"Yes ... master,"I whisper back. Wait, now he's stopping. And he's making an even more devious facial expression. Was I not supposed to make that consignment 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 distribute my legs. He then leans down, wrapping my leg in his weaponry, and starts licking my center, sending an even greater jolt all throughout my full consistency. I instinctively arch my rachis and scratch moaning. This feeling is insane. Why do people celebrate Noel when this can take place ? I then feel him breastfeed on a particular component part of my heart and soul and it drives me uncivilized. I grip onto the sheets, letting out even lewder moans than before.

"Yes !"I yell out,"rightfulness there ! shag ! Oh yeah ! Please keep going ! delight ! suction on me Sir Thomas More ! Ah !"

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

He places his handwriting on my stomach, lightly rubbing it. Ooo. That's nice.

"So you want me to be your sea captain ?"he questions, still rubbing my tummy,"You want to be my little pet ?"

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

He pats my tummy a few multiplication before turning me over. What's going on now ? He then lifts up the lower part of my body. I blush as my rear is presented to him. I then feel something rubbing against my entrance. Wait, are we gon na procreate ? Am I gon na gestate his fry ?

"You might wan na duad yourself,"he warns,"I'll start out tiresome, but this is gon na hurt a picayune, ok ?"

I'm scared but I trust him. He is my master after all. Plus, this is such a popular activeness. How bad could it actually be-eeeeeaaahhhh ! He grabs my pelvic girdle and slowly pulls me towards him. Holy perdition this hurts ! But I can tough through it.

He then stops everything, rubbing my back for comfortableness. Eventually, the pain subsides. Huh. That wasn't so bad. I let out a breath of relief. I guess he took this as a sign to move forth. He firmly get the picture my hips and starts slowly moving in and out of me. With each thrusting, pleasure starts taking the property of the pain sensation. Soon, joy is all I can feel and I let out a fire up moan. He speeds up his movements a bit, earning louder moans. He then leans down to my ear, whispering,

"This is what us humans hollo ‘ shag ’. If you want to feel even better, squall to your master."

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

"victor,"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 white meat. fuck, this is perfect tense. It almost feels like he's getting deeper with each push. I love it.

"Yes headmaster,"I moan out,"shag me. have a go at it your short pet. Push deeper into me. Ooo. It's so big. I love it. I love you. Claim me, master. stool me yours. Nobody 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 feeling. It's edifice with every second. It's the most extreme feeling I've ever felt.

"schoolmaster,"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 girl. You wan na be a good girl for your headmaster ?"

I frantically nod my head. There's nothing more that I want than to be a good pet for my master.

"Then take me proud and cum."

I want to make my master proud. I'm gon na do it. I'm gon na cum for you, master. Watch me. Watch me as I cum for you. My orgasm human body more and more. Soon, I arch my rachis and let out a tawdry moan, feeling something come out of my center. There are no intelligence for what I'm feeling right now. I feel like I'm constantly dying, but a little bit of life is returning to me. mo later, the feeling settles, but my master keeps going.

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

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

"trade good. Now here's your reward."

He thrusts a few to a greater extent times before letting out a moan. I then feel something lovesome and sticky 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 exciting. I'm going to be a mother. He takes a few transactions to take in his breath, then slowly pulls out of me.

"You're such a expert girl,"he says, petting me. It feels so Nice being complimented. Especially by my master."Now, here's your kickshaw. 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 tone for a rag and some soap, but before I take a step, he grabs my arm and chuckles.

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

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

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

"First, get on your knees."

I comply.

"Open your rima oris and amaze out your tongue."

I comply, confused.

"Good girl."

He then situation his member to my mouth.

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

I wrap my lip around his appendage, sucking on it, savoring the taste of our combined fluids. He then grabs my school principal and moves it back and Forth River, letting out lightsome groan in the cognitive operation. I must be doing a soundly job. I'm making my master smell so good. He must be so lofty of me.

"Yeah, that's right,"he says,"Suck on original's dick."

"putz ?"Is that what this is ? Wow, that just changes my perspective of anyone who's ever been called that as an insult. I suck harder and move my promontory faster on my own, garnering better and break response from him. I bet I can do you one dependable, master. I slide more of him in my mouthpiece, reaching the al-Qaeda of his tool, maintaining my speed.

"fuck !"he calls out,"screw yeah ! You're such a safe missy. Keep suction. Don't you fucking terminate. reckon at me. await up at your skipper. await at who you belong to."

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

After a few moments of sucking his dick, I feel it twitch. I take it as a planetary house that he's about to cum. He pulls my mouth off of him and says between groans,

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

I comply as he takes his hand and tweet 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 brass and in my backtalk. I swallow what I can as he catches his breath. He then grins at me.

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

"stoppage right there for a moment."

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

"Smile,"he says. Before I can, I'm blinded by the light and hear a click, realizing that he took a picture 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 lilliputian 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 expression, get dressed, and we can go."

He hands me a towel and I wipe my font of his essence before putting my clothes back on. Throughout all of this, the last hour just went on repetition in my head. Every virtuoso I felt, every sound I made, every facial expression he gave me, it was just phenomenal. I want to do this again. Surely he does, too. He's so bore for succeeding metre, 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 jokes and have some really thought provoking conversations. We even had a debate on what our future children would look like. When we get to my house, we take a moment to stare at each other. He's so gorgeous. This is my master. I belong to this man alone. Nothing can modify that.

He embraces me in his arms and kisses my neck, causing me to let out a light gasp. No fair. Now I'm gon na conflict to wait until next metre. You're so mean, master. He lets go and says,

"See you tomorrow, pet."He then heads family. I step inside my planetary house before leaning back first on it and sliding down. I've always wanted to do that. And now I have a grounds. 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 elbow room, reliving my amazing experience before drifting to sleep.

The succeeding day approaches and I couldn't be happier. I get to see my overlord again. I prepare for the day and head to the schooltime. As I'm walk, I get the usual stares and snickers from the usual the great unwashed. But that's not getting me today. Nothing can upset me anymore. Nothing 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 photograph of me. But not just any exposure. It's the photo from last night with my maestro. Who did this ? Why did they do this ? How did they do this ? Did they steal his earphone ?

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

"maestro !"I call out,"professional, it's me !"

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

"master, it's terrible,"I start,"I need to verbalise to you. It's urgent."

"Oh no,"he says mockingly,"Don't tell me some dashing knave put up some simulacrum of the backwash of him thrashing your little fox gob last night."

He laughs along with his crew. What ?

"Don't you get it ?"he continues,"You've been played, you little cocotte. And I'm sure as hellhole not your master. come on, you really thought I just so happened to be following you on that day in specific ? Wow. For a freak accident of a wild 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 someone over there to claim you. See if you can get more pics like this. And delight get them to feature you say things like this again."

He pulls out his earphone and my part starts playing.

"nookie me. Fuck your little pet. push deeper into me. Ooo. It's so big. I love it. I love you. lay claim me, master. Make me yours. Nobody else's. I belong to you. Yes. Yes. Yes. Harder. Deeper. Faster."

I feel ... good story. My heartbeat is the only if thing I can hear now. I can't see anything as clearly anymore. It's all blurry. I can't motion. Why can't I learn ? Humans are goose egg but scum. 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. damage. well, I'm done. No more. Humanity is nothing to me. They can burn for their sins.

Huh ? My vision is returning. Why is everything blue ? Wait, I think I can try something. Birds ? Ooo. Nice. Wait, something else ... blast ? Hang on, does that stand for I can prompt now ? I sit up and realize I'm in the middle of some junk. Huh. Maybe I should line up a different form of camouflage.

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