My Wolf {Broken Knight} ;;

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Light blue eyes stared down at the massive crate left before her doorway. It was a giant wooden thing, constructed of solid boards and held together by iron nails; an earthy scent caked its surface. There were several gaps between the flat timbers, in which, she could make out the vague shape of a dog. Wait. Or was that a human?

"What in the world?" Riley, the one who located the pen, muttered to herself.

She poked at the object, peering into the murky shadows to investigate whatever laid inside. Pushing a long strand of brown hair from her face, she finally took notice of a parchment stapled to the box. She ripped the note and brought it into her visual field, quickly reading the inked text.

"Wolf?" she questioned, raising a brow. Nonetheless, the young, haughty-shaped woman continued to gawk at the paper. "I didn’t..."

Another sheet caught her attention, and immediately, the college student recognized the writing.

Hello Riley sweetie!

It’s your auntie Catharine (your favorite auntie I know)! It’s around your birthday and I remember some months ago you made mention you wanted a pet. And I also remember how much you loved wolves when you were little, so --

Well honey, I got you one! Don’t worry, best of the best for you Riley-pooh! I hope you like him! I ordered him with you in mind.

I’ve sent a few more packages your way too. You should be getting them soon (just some food and stuff for your new friend).

Happy Birthday honey pie! Call me more often, okay?

Love love auntie Catharine! ​

"Oh no," Riley breathed, her eyes widening.

True, she had been wanting a pet for some time, but was perfectly content with adopting one from the local pound. She was flattered her aunt, a well-off woman who was the owner of a number of housewife/cooking/decor magazines, had taken the liberty, but goodness sake...

"Umm, wolf?" the brunette called out, taking another step away from her apartment’s entrance. She pursed her lips, managing to crack the crate open, wanting to see her new companion.

 

[Broken Knight]

Buying a wolf like him was not cheap, to say the least. Atop of that, the exacting standards that the customer wanted for this particular pet was even more, and not by a few pennies. Genetic engineering and coding took quite a bit of time, plus the customer wanted the process to be expedited, and had to arrive before a certain date, which meant even more. By the time it was done and the package was on the door step, the price tag had landed over six digits. If it was worth it or not, that was for the customer to decide.

When she opened up the crate and took a peek inside, she could see a black furred wolf. At least, at first glance, in the darkness of the crate and without further inspection, one might think him actually a wolf. Fortunately, or depending on how the girl saw it, unfortunately, that's not all that he was. Soft black fur, a muzzle, long fluffy canine ears, a long, agile tail, all would leave someone to believe he was merely a wolf. Tho, when he shifted, his arms and legs stretched out, yawning a bit. Waking up from the light, he rubbed his eyes with his fingers. Each of his ten toes spread out and stretched as he let all of his muscles relax.

"Master?" The wolf asks, looking at her from the small crack, his ears going down, wondering what she was up to. Her new wolf didn't distinguish between gender and ownership. He or she, Rio was trained, was still referred to as 'master'. Why she was only cracking the crate a little bit, though, he didn't know, so he remained staying where he was.

 

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The wolf was a black thing. The creature was rather large, his muscular, furry mass near double the size of her own curvy build. Absentmindedly, she wondered how much taller/bigger he would be than her (she being 5’3” on the best of days).

"You’re something else," she mumbled, blinking; how were canines capable of obtaining such stature?

She further examined his slick features, a bemused expression carved upon her porcelain like face. A smile tugged at her lips, and she slipped a finger into the crate to stroke the beast’s coat. Yet when he shifted inside his pen, Riley hurriedly withdrew her digit. He didn’t seem violent; he stretched in his cage in an almost comical fashion. Due to his movements, the girl of twenty two years of age could distinguish his characteristics in greater detail. And perhaps the "finer points" she was fixated on was the fact, while still very wolf-like, her pet was in a way, human-like too.

"Gha!" she nearly yelled, ceil-colored eyes gawking down at him. He was so advanced - beautiful - no way she could have ever found anything like him in a shelter. A silly golden retriever didn’t come close to how mysterious this animal was.

He spoke, his tone questioning.

Riley bit her bottom lip nervously and pulled the opening to Rio’s box fully open. She took a step back and motioned him to venture inside her dwellings.

How does one act in this situation? Oh aunt Cath, what have you've gotten me into?, she thought, though with a sway of her legs, continued to beckon him out of the wooden object.

"Err -- come inside. Please," she paused; the brunette was clearly anxious. "And please don’t call me that."

 

[Broken Knight]

When the wolf stood up out of the crate, stretching himself out, he murrs happily, stretching his paws over his head. Rio was easily a foot taller than she was, and when he stretched out she'd quickly notice that he wasn't wearing any clothes, as his sheath was inches from her face. Of course, if she knew anything about wolves, that was what housed his, well, for lack of better term, his manhood.

When she invited him inside, he walks where she points, his tail swaying happily. "Don't call you what, Master?" Rio asks happily, a smile on his face. Looking down at her, he was much taller than her, firmly stacked with muscle, his large canine form would be intimidating to most people. However, when he looks at her, his brown eyes are soft, he's always smiling and his tail sways happily.

More over, he was all hers. Rio wouldn't ever see another female as attractive or as his mate, unless she specificially dictated so. As he stands in front of her, one has to wonder if she knew the depths of control she had over the beast before her.

"Father says that the person who opens my crate is, and always will be my master, Master. Although Father did tell me that your name is Riley. I didn't tell him, but I think your name is adorable, Master." He says, chirping away happily. She didn't seem to be talking much, so his words were filling the air between them, at least until she was more comfortable.

 

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Riley watched her wolf pull himself from the pen. Firstly, she took notice of his towering height, and secondly, observed he was without clothes. His waves of sable fur were a wonderful enough coat, however did little to obscure his sheath; the girl shirked away when his bits were close to her. She wondered, demoralized, if the lupine were to spread his thighs, would his fuzzy testicles dangle before her peripheral vision. Embarrassed, she shook her head, banishing the imagery to the dark recesses of her brain.

"D-do you guys normally n-not wear anything?" she asked, stammering some and looking visibly frustrated by it. Her fingers interlaced for a brief moment, before they began to fidget nervously. It would far take a bachelors’ degree to cipher out Riley being a meek person - her body language alone screamed such.

"That," she responded when Rio spoke. She wandered back to the front entrance, and with a grunt, manhandled the crate until it was perched against the wall. She’d worry about hauling it to the trash bins tomorrow. Swiftly she searched the object for anything else that expressed, "I’m desperate and bought myself a wolf human creature thing!" until she was satisfied. Nodding, Riley drifted back into her apartment, closing and locking the door.

"Please don’t call me master. It’s weird," Riley said, unsure of how to touch the subject; she wasn’t the most spirituel being at the present time.

The canine was looking at her. Eyes warm, and something else - something the young woman couldn’t entirely place. As if he was staring at her with some odd blend of worship and possessiveness. As if stating: Riley exists, and that is supremely important.

She looked back, but her face was less there’s my mate face and more deer in headlights face.

He continued to talk, making mention that he held a fondness for her name.

"T-thank you," she muttered, blushing four different shades of scarlet. "And yours is?" Riley inquired, pale eyes returning to the sheet of paper, hoping it was written somewhere. While she read, skipping details - important details (such as mating) - she spoke, "But, yes, please bear with me. Your arrival took me by surprise. If you give me a minute, I’ll find a place for you to sleep and such."

Riley smiled some, sheepishly, yet that was very typical for her.

 

[Broken Knight]

The wolf didn't seem to have any sense of humility or trepidation because he wasn't wearing any clothing, although he did note that her mind seemed to be moving quicker than her mouth, obviously nervous. That didn't seem to bother him much. His tail swayed happily while she stammered all embaressed like.

"Uhm, well not really. I mean, Father never told me to wear clothes on a regular basis, although I was taught how to wear... mmmph... what did Father call it? Oh! Pants. I can totally wear pants." Rio says happily, his tail flicking behind him.

At her command to stop calling her 'master', he tilts his head. Rio was always taught to call his new owner 'master' at all times, so to call her by her name would be a little rough for him. He tried to reiterate in his own mind that she was to be called by her name a few times, taking a deep breath.

"You're welcome, Riley." The wolf says quite happily, more happy with himself that he'd gotten her name right instead of calling her master, particularly since it was the first command she'd given him. Leaning forward to her, she could feel his arms go around her body, hugging her close to him. Nuzzling into her neck, he murrs quite happily. As he hugged her, especially since she was so damn cute, the wolf's tail sways behind him. On the other hand, she could feel every little bit of his bare form against her.

 

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"Pants it is," she said, distractedly watching her wolf’s plush tail swing.

She highly doubted the additional packages her dear and beloved aunt were shipping to her contained a pair or two of Levis. Therefore, the brunette made a mental note to venture out tomorrow to obtain such; she wondered briefly if he preferred jeans or sweatpants. She also silently expressed hope that Rio would be gentle with the fabrics. While she did come from a prosperous family, she truly didn’t want to spend a small fortune to clothe her pet.

Riley looked at the clock, noticing it was half past three in the afternoon. With a quiet hum, her interest returned to the anthropomorphic creature. "We’ll go out and get some later," she began, smiling lightly. "I don’t need my neighbors thinking I’m some dirty pervert keeping you like that." Riley made a hand gesture, motioning to the canine.

The lass’ mind wandered off for a moment; she knew already she’d have to do research on several new matters. One being, how were beings like Rio treated in society (or multiple societies and which was the most favorable)? As what she already assumed, not very well; she dreaded the prospect of them being slave-like individuals. After all, she had just received an intelligent, living and breathing man-wolf as a birthday present. Secondly, how rare were things like Rio? She had seen a number of them before, in fact she believed aunt Catharine owned one too. Regardless, they weren’t on every city block, thus their population had to be on the small side (probably given the expense). And finally, she wondered what his level of mental aptitude was? He was matching her conversation wise, nevertheless, how well did one of his race understand science and the like?

He stepped closer to her, embracing her in an affectionate hug. Riley would have recoiled given the chance, but she was abruptly wedged between his strong arms. She shivered, feeling his body heat entwine with her own; an odd noise rumbled inside of her throat when he nestled his muzzle below her delicate jaw-line.

"Umm!" she nearly whined, blushing, as she tried to wiggle free. All protecting them from touching bare was her own attire: shirt, jeans, and of course undergarments. Her large breasts pressed against his hard stomach, hands adjusting quickly, which allowed her to push off and attain freedom.

"A-about your s-sleeping arrangements!" she squeaked, ignoring the sight of her nipples erected, poking through the material. Riley shakily made her way deeper into her apartment, heading for her bedroom.

 

[Broken Knight]

The wolf was highly intelligent, the equal of a high school general education with a 4.0 GPA. Of course, they could've taught him more, but there was no cause to, because he was a pet. The basic education allowed for the wolf to have problem solving, logic, and reasoning. So, he could take on most things around the home and not be hindered.

A pet like Rio was extremely rare in most general communities, simply because his price was so extravagent, even for the most basic of breeds. The cheapest of his kind still cost more than an expensive BMW. When he was in public and people saw him, they would generally treat his kind like any other dog, though most people knew that his kind were not only a pet, but used as general help around the house, and primarily as a living pleasure toy.

He hugged her to him, his fur soft against her skin where her clothes aren't covering, though she can feel his powerful form pressed against her. Rio hugged her to his body, and she could feel everything pressed against her. When she tugged herself free, he blinked, wondering what was wrong. As he followed her into the bedroom, he could tell that her scent had changed, and when he got a look at her shirt, he could see the 'problem' that she was having.

"Master..." The wolf says to her, slipping himself up behind her, pressing against her. She could feel his sheath against her ass through her jeans as he hugs her to him. Rolling his long, flat canine tongue over her neck, he growls playfully to her. "Don't feel nervous, you already know I love my master..." He says, his hot breath on her neck. Obviously, his arousal from her scent and body had made him forget her command about her name.