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Master and Pet
by Arlene Ice (arleneice@gmail.com)
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She was entirely too young, innocent, and a bit naïeve
when she first came to him... (Mf, ped, 1st, furry-
fantasy)
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WARNING: This story contains material of a mature
nature between an underaged anthromorphic feline and an
adult human. The events depicted are fictional.
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She was entirely too young, innocent, and a bit naïeve
when she first came to him, rain-soaked and almost
pathetic. There was a kind of cold indifference about
him, but he took her in anyway. Warmed her by the fire,
fluffed her fur with practiced motions, gave her a warm
meal and a cool bowl of cream.
She was young, barely fifteen then, and it was entirely
too predictable that she'd fall into the role of his
Pet. She had her little corner, a nice, comfy pillow
there. She had her food-bowl, her name proudly engraved
on it. She'd curl up at his feet while he read, and
purr contentedly when he reached down to scritch her
behind the ears.
She nearly cried with joy the day he brought her home a
pretty blue collar. She /did/ cry when she caught sight
of the dangling little heart, red with her name, his
contact number. He fastened it around her neck, and she
threw her arms around his, hiding her tears when she
nuzzled down into his chest.
She cooked, and she cleaned, and she greeted him at the
door when he came home from a long day with a hug and a
nuzzle, and he scritched her, sometimes kissed her
cheek, and ran his fingers through her fur. All he ever
asked in exchange was her companionship, her warmth on
a cold night.
It was one such cold night that this story began. The
fire blazed merrily in the fireplace, crackling and
popping and filling the house with the utterly
delightful scent of burning wood. He sat on the couch
reading, leaning on one arm-rest, legs splayed out
across the rest of the length. She lay curled in the
nook behind his knees, her head nudged up against his
thigh, shoulder resting against his rear, her tail
lazily curled around his ankle. He stirred gently, a
soft sigh, and closed the book. She lifted her head,
and a slow smile spread over his face.
"Would you like to make me very happy tonight, Pet?" he
cooed, his voice like dark silk, reaching over to pet
her, fingers lingering a moment in the soft fur on her
cheek. Her response was a gentle purr, a nudge at his
hand.
"Of course, Master," she replied, her own voice full of
the trust she'd poured out since he'd taken her in,
pure and simple trust. He only smiled wider, and stood,
glancing back over his shoulder at her.
"Follow," he murmured, and his simple command had her
scrambling to her feet, tripping over the clumsy things
a few times in her haste to obey. He hid a chuckle, and
led her down the hallway to the bedroom. He sat on the
bed then, perched on the edge like a bird of prey
waiting for his chance, and beckoned her to take her
place at his feet.
She did just that, sitting back on her haunches, knees
together and legs splayed out behind her. She leaned
forward on her palms, and looked up at him. A few stray
locks of silvery hair fell into her eyes, and absently,
he reached over to brush it away.
"Has anyone ever claimed you, Pet?" he asked, leaning
back on the bed just a little, supported by one arm.
"No, Master," she replied, her voice quiet, her voice
almost trembling, and he smiled once again. His free
hand lifted to his waist, fingers drawing the zipper of
his jeans down slowly, wiggling the button from its
hole.
"Oh, good," was his reply, and he sat up a little
straighter, freeing his other hand. He leaned forward,
just a hair, and cupped her cheeks between his hands,
warm and large hands that made her all but melt.
"Be a dear, Pet," he murmured, leaning closer, until
his lips brushed against her muzzle, "and take off a
few of those clothes. They look awfully uncomfortable.
And do remember I'm watching."
She mewled softly, as he let her go, standing himself
to both remove his pants and seat himself against the
headboard, legs out front, hand resting on his thigh.
She trembled as she got to her feet, biting her lip,
fingers working against the buttons on her blouse. She
closed her eyes, slipping each button out in sequence,
drawing the fabric down over her shoulders, her arms,
slowly. Neatly folding it, laying it on top of the
dresser.
She wore a simple bra, white and satin, and sooner
rather than later, it joined the shirt on the dresser.
He could see her nipples, already hard, though perhaps
from the cold. Her breasts were just a touch above
average in size, covered with the same soft sable fur
that covered the rest of her body (thought a bit
lighter on her belly, he noticed, and almost a shade of
black at her nipples), and a subject of many a fantasy
for him. They strained against her blouses when he came
home, pressed against his chest when she hugged him,
drove him almost mad thinking about them.
Her eyes opened, and the sight that greeted her was
enough to make her almost lose it. His eyelids were
half-closed, his briefs had been pulled down just
enough, and one hand danced gently along the head of
his cock. She mewled softly, and his eyes opened fully.
"Continue, Pet," came his encouragement, complete
control pouring forth. A tentative smile, and she
reached down to her skirt, drawing down the zipper in
back slowly. She turned, then, as she did such. The
skirt slid from her hips, and he grinned at her lack of
underwear, licked his lips quietly while she stood,
again meticulously folding the skirt and laying it on
top of her shirt. She turned, then, her head dipped
shyly and her arms behind her back, awaiting her next
instruction.
"Come here," he commanded, and as she did just that, he
lifted his hips, slipping out of the briefs he wore,
and began to unbutton his silk shirt. "On the bed,
Pet."
She sat hesitantly at his side, her legs closed
demurely, and shivered against the cold. A soft
chuckle, and he spread his legs.
"Pet," he began, reaching over to scratch her ears, "I
want you to sit here, between my legs, and suck me."
She hesitated, just a moment; had he known she'd snuck
a peek at the dirty books he kept on the shelf? When
she hesitated a moment too long, the Master frowned.
"Pet." His voice was harder now, and he took his hand
from her ears. She mewled again, and scrambled to
situate herself where he had commanded, her paws soft
against his thighs.
"Sorry, Master," she murmured softly, not daring to
look up at his face. With a deep breath, she moved to
hold the hard, throbbing cock presented to her, and she
stuck her tongue out, gently licking at it. He relaxed,
propping his arms behind his head for now, and her eyes
widened just a little.
The taste of the clear liquid on the tip at surprised
her, and she tackled her task with enough enthusiasm to
more than make up for her hesitation. Licking slowly,
at first, she built up enough saliva in her mouth to
coat the hard length in front of her. Maybe a bit more
than needed, but this was how she'd seen the girls in
his dirty movies do it. Her hand slipped easily over
his cock, and she played with it a bit more before
taking the head in her mouth.
He sighed softly, and one hand came down, stroking her
fur, her hair, murmuring soft encouragement as she slid
her lips down, brought them back up, slid them a little
further down the shaft this time. The timing was
awkward, perhaps, between her hand and her lips, but
the Master didn't seem to mind teaching her these
things.
"You know how I've kissed you before, correct?" he
inquired, his voice soft, and she murmured a word of
agreement around the rod in her mouth. "Do that to the
hole in the head," he commanded, and she obeyed.
Pulling her head back, her lips just barely around the
purple cockhead, sucking gently. Her tongue slid along
the slit, lapping it, licking it, dipping inside and
trying, however gently, to force its way deeper inside.
She purred softly, at the taste that invaded her there,
and she happily ran one hand over his thigh.
"Enough," he commanded, after a few moments of her warm
lips on his shaft, and she looked up at him curiously.
"On your knees, Pet. Hindparts in the air, foreparts
down in the pillow. Arms straight."
She complied, quickly; her pussy ached, and if his
movies and books and magazines were indications, she
was going to enjoy this next part. With a smack to one
thigh, he corrected her posture, and she mewled softly.
She felt his finger inside her, a short nail scratching
at her insides, and he nodded slowly.
"Played with yourself before? Good, makes this a little
easier..." he purred, and his mouth was next to her
ear, his breath warm. She trembled slightly, and felt
the head of his cock at her entrance, pushing and
begging to delve into her moist depths, and she mewled
softly, pushing back against the teasing sensation.
"Master, please..." she begged, quietly, her voice
thick and heavy with her need. She heard a soft intake
of breath above her, and then he entered her. Slowly,
so slowly, because even with the heavy lubrication she
offered, he still had to stretch her young, teenaged
twat.
"Hush, little one," he replied, as his hips met her
ass, her eyes squeezed closed and her purrs loud in the
quiet air. There were no words, then, as he slid out,
then back in, each time just a little faster. She was
kneading the bedpost she had grabbed, mewling and
whimpering and moaning with each stroke in and out,
with each time his hips smacked against her ass.
His finger on her tight asshole shocked her, and she
squirmed a little, as his thrusts drove her further and
further to the edge of reason. One hand was firm on her
hips, tightening even.
"Just relax, my Pet," he murmured, and moved his hand
from her hole down to her clit, scratching it like he
scratched her behind the ears. The sound she made then
made him shiver, delightfully, a soft and desperate
little yowl as she began to try and squirm against him,
tried to set the pace herself. For just a moment, he
let her indulge. Her excitement made her hotter,
wetter, and each time she threw her ass against him, he
felt the wonderful feeling of her cervix against his
cockhead.
His hands on her hips now, holding her down, holding
her still. A soft laugh, and he leaned over, biting her
on the back of the neck as /he/ took over, he set the
pace. It was a brutal one, his teeth digging into the
fur and flesh, his hips slamming her down into the soft
bed. She pushed back, her arms taunt, her body like a
bowstring ready to snap. Hard and trembling.
He lifted his head, tossing it back and pumping into
her with everything he had. Harder, faster, and her
whimpers and pleadings begging him to go faster and
harder still.
"Please, please, oh please Master," she begged, loudly,
tears forming and falling down her cheeks. "Please
harder, please faster, please please PLEASE!"
He was more than happy to oblige her, his thrusts
violent. One hand reached up, then, tangling in her
silvery hair, tugging on it gently as she cried out,
guiding her head up as she mewled and moaned loudly.
Each thrust was harder than the last, brutalizing her
hips, her ass, her poor virgin cunt.
It was over when he cried out himself, softly and
quietly. He drug one hand violently down her back, to
her hips, and he felt her shudder and heard her cry out
in release, felt the spasms around his cock as he hit
his climax. Fingers dug into her flesh, and the white-
hot warmth shot out into her, coating her, spasming and
shooting into her. He could barely breathe when it was
said and done, and he flopped over on his back beside
her, breath coming hard and heavy, body coated with
sweat. The open shirt was clinging to his body, and he
shrugged weakly out of it.
She, meanwhile, caught her breath quickly. With a
smooth motion, she turned, and gently cleaned his
glistening and softening cock with her mouth, savoring
the taste of his cum and her cunt. He smiled,
scratching her behind the ears.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, and she offered him a
beautiful smile, and made to leave the bed. A hand on
her wrist stopped her, and he pulled her down close.
"You're not getting off that easily, Pet," he informed
her, and she mewled softly, wiggling against him and
nuzzling down into his chest for the night.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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