A New Pet!? (Knight x Raven)

[moonlit raven]

Ding dong.

Raven groaned rolling over in her bed, tugging the sheets up closer to her chin. Ding dong. She forced her eyes open and reached for the nightstand, her fingers wrapping around her cell phone. She brought it in front of her face, her eyes narrowing as the LCD screen lit up brightly. 9:02 AM. No one should be waking her up this early. "Coming!" she yelled, a distinct growl in her voice. Reluctantly she threw off the covers and forced herself out of bed.

She was dressed only in a pair of gray bikini style panties and a black tank top that loosely fit her frame. Raven had the body of a dancer, petite, with slender limbs and graceful curves. Her stature was small, and she had to look up to meet the eyes of most. Her skin was pale and soft, which sharply contrasted her jet back hair. It was long and pin straight, the color the same as the feathers of her namesake. Her eyes were equally as contrasting. The right was a brilliant sapphire blue that shined like a gem. Her left was a dull gray, the pupil slightly cloudy. She had beautiful features, and even having rolled out of bed she was strikingly gorgeous. She knew this quite well, and it showed. She had an air of pride that borderlined becoming a god complex.

She walked out of her bedroom and into the living room. This was her first apartment, and the furnishings were...minimalistic. Her bedroom had only her bed, and a nightstand. The living room had a couch, a coffee table and a desk with a computer. It left quite an empty feeling with so few things to populate the apartment. All of the furniture was simple, almost bland. Raven didn't like to fill the space around her with useless things.

She answered the door, a slight glare in her eyes and a frown on her lips.

 

[Broken Knight]

Dear Satisfied Customer:

Thank you for purchasing your wolf from us! We know that you'll be ecstatic to find that he's very healthy, and in great shape! You've purchased our Premium Quality grade of pet! You'll be glad to know that with this grade of pet, he'll be the peak of his species! You've also selected that he be a male and used typically for breeding and light work. With your selections, your wolf will require certain special care. He will need to be fed meats at least once a day and mated at least once a day, more being preferential to keeping a stable mood.

We know that you'll be one hundred percent satisfied with your purchase! If there's anything more that we can do, please enjoy your wolf, named "Rio".

Please note after delivery there are no refunds.

Best regards,
Pet Genetics Plus!

The letter was tacked onto the crate left at her doorstep, describing what she had bought. Of course, there was very specific details about how he was to look, and they had to follow it to a tee. Genetics was a specific science, so he had the exact shade of fur, was tall and lean, even his eye color was what she picked out. All of it was for her.

Buying a pet like he was, is rather expensive. Everything that she'd put down, from his fur color, to the color of his eyes to his age was specifically done to her exact standards. At least, that was what the letter that came on the crate said. What she'd find inside, she'd have to open up the crate and find out for herself...

Of course, she hadn't put any of that down, not a single word of it. The question wasn't who the dog was for. Simply why he was there, who sent him to her, and for what purpose.

 

[moonlit raven]

Raven's mismatched eyes glanced over the letter quickly, getting wider as she read. Was this a joke? Was this a cover? She didn't remember any scheduled smuggling of mutts in the near future, just a mutant girl a month from now. Nothing else was scheduled...right?

Growling to herself she looked up and down the street. No one but the senile old woman across the way watering her petunias, and glaring at her disapprovingly. Raven kept to herself, but she wasn't a fan of her conservative neighbors. This wasn't the first time she answered the door in her underwear. She scurried outside and shoved the crate inside. Normally, a girl her size would never be able to do this with a crate this heavy, but she was not a normal girl. Crate inside, she slammed the door shut behind her.

She left in in her living room, storming off back into the bedroom and snatching up her cell phone. She tapped the screen a few times, and dialed a number she wouldn't dare write down, and had to commit to memory. A cool female voice answered after a few rings. "Codeword please."

"Oh shit...um...Look, just let me talk to Jeremy."
"I'm sorry, he is not available."
"It's Raven. Let me talk to him."
"...he is asleep at the moment."
"Did you not hear me!? I don't care what he's doing, get his ass up!"
A few moments passed in silence before a male voice, clearly tired, came on the line.
"You know Raven, you really need to remember the passcode. I even let you pick it this ti--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, just listen. Did you send a furbag my way?"
"...What?"
"Are you people deaf this morning? I got a wolf from Pet Genetics Plus. Was that you?"
"No, I didn't do that. Did you ask David?"
"No, I figured I'd ask you first." she said, sounding tired and weary.
"Look, don't worry about it, I'll figure it out. Just keep it inside and I will call you back by the end of the day." Jeremy sounded sympathetic. neither of them were morning people.
"Yeah, alright, I'll handle it. Thanks." she said, hanging up the phone.

Raven sighed and walked out into the living room, towards the crate. With a flick of her wrist, the top of the crate blasted off, cartwheeling through the air and landing with a loud smack on the floor, all apparently on its own. She peered inside, looking for the pile of fur. "Hello?" It dawned on her that this could be a trap, a weapon of claws and fangs sent to kill her in her own home.

 

[Broken Knight]

The drugs were wearing off and he was starting to feel antsy. He could hear a voice, vaguely, through the crate. It was female, she didn't sound terribly happy, and he was pretty sure that she was talking about him when she said 'furbag.' The way that the company had always described it, the lid would open and he'd be greeted with a warm hug and a loving new master.

Well, that ain't what happened. The lid came bursting off and the female voice didn't seem terribly happy with him. Sitting up, his brown eyes and black fluffy ears peering over the top of the crate at her, he gave a huff. Finally standing up and stepping out of the crate, he was huge compared to her. Standing well over six foot, five and weighing well over 220 pounds, he was a machine of pure muscle mass. Looking down at her, he wasn't wearing a single scrap of clothing.

"So..." The wolf said, looking from her to the crate lid. "Want me to clean that up?" Rio asked, unsure of what he was supposed to really be doing. The company didn't really tell him a whole lot. Other wolves like him were considerably smaller, although he still had all the cute fluffy fur, ears and everything of his brethren, he looked much more like the beast that he was bred after than his kinship did. Either way, he was taught proper manners (most of which he didn't observe), how to cook and clean (most of which he didn't bother to retain) and how to mate (which he took that class at least three times). Either way, he legally belonged to her, now, and he was her problem.