An Anthro Dream- Moon/Ryax

[FoxWriter]

It was a cool day in the city, not cold but certainly cool enough that you wanted to have some sort of protection on. The sun was out, shining brightly amidst the park greenery and shining a wonderfully warming light across the world. In the city people where rushing through, to and from, here to there, not pausing, only rushing, but there in the park it was calm and soothing, people walking slowly with loved ones and children playing with barking dogs. It was a place of refuge and peace for many of the people of the city, including the homeless. One such homeless was sitting on a bench, an canvas in her hands and a pallet of paint laying on the bench as she worked on some glorious masterpiece. No one else was around , and that was a good thing because for an Anthro, being Homeless was not something you wanted to be. Who knew what kind of bastard would try to claim you as his own!? And being without basic human rights... she wouldn't have a choice but to be claimed. She didn't have the right to refuse an Owner, no matter how abusive.

She herself was gorgeous, though a little dirty, her long slick fur gleamed in the light. Very pretty but not very good for keeping warm. Particularly since she was nude, as most Anthro where. She was a Siamese Cat Anthro, fairly rare breed to say the least. She was a 'purebred' too, her mother and father had been Siamese Anthro, her grandparents had been Siamese Cat anthro... people said it was something to brag about, but then, it was the humans doing the bragging. She did have her papers, somewhere, if she was taken in against her will, no human would dare strike such a chance at winning 'show competitions'. Much like Dog Shows, Anthro shows where a bunch of old people parading their 'pets' around. The Anthro who was the prettiest, did the fanciest 'tricks' and the like got ribbons, which made their purebred status even more impressive. She had a few Blue Ribbons herself from her last master... but once she'd started loosing the the cuter, younger show cats, he had started hitting her and beating her. So she'd run away to do what SHE wanted to do, and that was paint.

She was pretty, so very pretty and so very thin. As if she hadn't eaten in weeks, but she didn't seam to notice that her once pretty fur was stained with dirt and paint, or that she wasn't supposed to be allowed to have the individuality that would allow her to paint. All that mattered was that she COULD paint, she was homeless, but she was free. her name was Phailin and she smiled a little as she ran her brush across the canvas, glad she had thought to come earlier, it was hard to paint when there where people around. Especially since there was a Police report about the slinky Siamese Cat who had stolen about a thousand dollars worth of art supplies from a store. That was one thing about Cat Anthro, if they wanted something, they usually just went and got it unless they where 'trained' out of it. Disgusting humans anyway, they didn't deserve the brilliant colors of the paints. They just smudged things around anyway, they where like Cavemen.

She smiled and dipped her brush into a small cup of water, rinsing it off before drying it meticulously with a clean corner of a yellow strip of cloth and then started a new color on the painting, which was just as beautiful as she was. It was a picture of a Morning Glory, a white one. It was coated in dew, and there was a shining spiderweb beneath it. It was so realistic, almost three dimensional like a picture, you felt as if you could reach in and stroke the petals in an act of detail that was beyond most people. She ran a hand over her forehead and continued, adding simple touches here and there that added to the reality, so focused on her work that she didn't realize when it started getting later, and that the lunch crowd would soon be there to Catch her. She didn't know what she would do if she couldn't sell a painting soon, she had been able to steal the paints, but food was much more protected. She wouldn't' be able to steal a meal so easily, and she wasn't yet desperate enough to start digging through trash. She was so hungry, and so tired... she wished she could be a human too, then she wouldn't have to worry.

 

[Ryax]

It was a busy day at the Police Station, a series of violent robberies had taken place over the past few weeks. They all seemed to be performed by the same gang, a mischievous bunch of fox Anthros really, resorting to trickery and flashy entrances to startle their pray and stores. The station were in full tumult as just about everyone was trying to work the case and find the next lead to catching the ones that were sure to lead to a promotion. There had also been a stealing in one of the art shops around town, not that far from the station even; But the case of the stolen art supplies were shadowed by the other robberies, but had not slipped past the office completely.

Before they knew it, lunch was approaching and Rayden, a police officer working at the station, had skipped breakfast earlier that day; Hunger was washing over that poor man, his stomach growling something furiously, it even disturbed his coworkers who snapped at him, "Dammit Rayden! Fucking eat your damned breakfast some day will ya? I don't have the time to listen to your damn stomach.", he growled, Varl, Raydens close friend within the station. Rayden grunted at the man's comment, "Fine damn you! I'll go... But I'll be back to torment you some more soon, you hear me?", he returned, scolding his friend playfully with a grin on his face. He got up, sighed as he overlooked his work once more in desperate hope to get some progress done on the case, when his friend kicked him on the butt, "Go, now, you annoying piece breakfast skipping runt.", Varl replied with a sly grin on his face as he kicked his friend out.

Rayden quickly found himself grabbing his coat and heading out the door, clad in a classic detectives hat and a pair of dark jeans. His coat was of dark red colored leather of an animal he didn't care to know. It was a bit worn, but it sufficed for the current weather. Rayden groaned as his stomach once more made itself known by pinching him from the inside, literally demanding to be fed. He decided to walk to the park, the weather was nice, so he didn't mind a little cold in order to enjoy the sunlight and a good spot in the park. As he was a bit early against the rush, he had dibs on the seatings in the beautiful park they had not that far away from his workplace.

Once he arrived, he took a deep breath, sighing with delight as he gazed over the green areas of the park, starting his stroll to find the perfect place to sit for today. It was quiet, except for the constant buzzing from the cities noise masked by the gentle leaves on the trees. He knew what spot he wanted, but when he arrived, it was sorely occupied. At first he groaned and sighed with dismay, but when he took a second look, it wasn't a human sitting on that bench. He instantly got intrigued, why would an Anthro be out on the loose like this, didn't it have an owner? He approached cautiously, taking a good look at what seemed to be a rather beautiful creature from the distance and the back, but what was it doing? It was painting! And not any ordinary painting, it was a beautiful one, it was hard to believe something like that could even be pained, such accuracy, such interpretation and such fantastic depth and marvelously accurate color palette. It was a beauty to wash even from afar.

He decided to approach real close, drawn in by the painting and the loose Anthro. He didn't make the immediate connection between the loose Anthro, the paining and the art supply robbery as the case had been a bit lost in translation when dealing with the heavy robberies of the rouge group. It was in there however, it was only a matter of time until he figured it out. He came up from behind, but on her side, leaning forward with his arms on the back support of the bench. "I've never seen such a beautiful piece of art before.", he began with, his attention fixed on the painting. He didn't know how the she Anthro would react to this, but he just had to approach this odd sight or he would have regretted it deeply afterwards, he could feel it sharply in his gut, and it wasn't the hunger talking. He looked around symbolically, then turned to look at the painting again. "Where's your master?", he asked blatantly, questioning the loneliness of the naked Anthro in the middle of the chilly park.

He took the chance to slip around the bench, sitting himself down next to the painter, like he wasn't caring about that she might've want privacy in her painting. "Do you mind if I eat my lunch here? I just can't stop staring at your work.", he said, his chatting and motions were coming off a bit strong, but it was also deliberate as he was a cop, and a loose Anthro was highly against the law. Of course she didn't know he was a cop, but he wasn't particularly interested in capturing a loose Antho tasting the sweet nectar of freedom for once. It was a common thing to see an Anthro in company with a master, but a rare one at that when the Anthro was not with a master. He brought out his lunch bag containing a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches that he was going to enjoy so very much with his hunger. Unwrapping one, he began munching down on it, subconsciously letting out a quiet and delighted moan by the sheer delight of supplying his stomach with food again.

 

[FoxWriter]

Phailan was completely unaware of the cop that was watching her as she focused on the task at hand, stroking her tiny brush over the green stem to make more tiny water droplets with a small smile on her lips, her tail curling this way and that as she worked. it was all too easy to ignore her growling stomach when she was painting. the clawing beast of hunger was never silent, but at least it didn't feel so painful when she was painting. she turned her attention away from the painting and washed off that brush before roaming her hand over the selection of brushes, looking for just the right one... she picked one out of the collection of a dozen brushes and carefully dipped it into a new color and returned to the task of making her flower more and more realistic. she was muttering to herself as she worked, but the words couldn't be understood no matter how close Rayden got to her. she shredded when he spoke, and whipped around, a violent hiss falling from her mouth as she arched her back, all of her fur puffing out... much like a 'normal' cat would do. though the swipe of HER paw at his face would have done a LOT more damage than a normal house cats... luckily, she caught herself before her hand even came close to him, and she scrambled backwards, flinging her arms up to protect herself.

it was behavior that Rayden had no doubt, seen many, many times. abused Anthro often did such things, a desperate attempt to protect themselves from humans that where beating them. she trembled as she lowered her arms and stared at him before looking down at her painting, which had fallen to the ground. thankfully, the painting hadn't been damaged by the wetness, as it had landed canvas up, leaving the painting unharmed. she snatched it up and clutched it to herself possessively even as her other hand snatched up the little purse that had held all of her things. "M...Master is... s...Shopping!" Phailan lied... and it was clear she had lied. she was far too thin, and far too filthy to have a master. at the mention of lunch though, she froze and her stomach growled loudly, making her wince as the tiger in her belly clawed in an attempt to cut it's way free of her innards. she swallowed thickly as she watched him take a bite of the sandwich and before she could stop herself, she'd dropped her painting, snatched his lung right out of his hands... and fled. leaving only a solitary paintbrush, and a painting of a brilliantly purple Morning Glory behind. she was gone before he could even process the fact that his hand, and his lunch case, where now completely empty.

still, it was a testament to how much she really must have been starving. if he turned to look, he would see her racing down a side alley, stuffing her face as she ran. it was very rare for an Anthro to be that bold. even the untrained ones. they where usually rather meek in nature, unless you got an exotic or one from the wild. but the Siamese was neither. still, he had a hint as to where her 'nest' was now. all Cat anthro's built little dens once they where homeless. the thought of not having a set place to live was very disturbing to them, so they always found a single location, and defended it against intruders. and if he looked, she would be astonishingly easy to find... not because she was out in the open, but because her painting supplies had spilled, and there was a large paint trail leading right to her. in fact, if he followed her right then and there, he'd find her gasping for air as she tried to scrub the trail clean with a filthy rag and her fur. trembling from the exertion of running she looked like she was ready to pass out, and she looked up at him with tear filled, sapphire blue eyes. "i just wanted to paint... i'm sorry... that's all i wanted... i just wanted to paint..." too tired to even defend herself now, she just closed her eyes, and waited for the punishment.

 

[Ryax]

Rayden realized that he would startle the Anthro he approached, and he was grateful that a paw with claws like that didn't come across his face in a flurry. After years of police work however, he only flinched a minor amount, though stuck in a desk job for the most time lately, his reactions had become a bit dull. If the Anthro hadn't stopped her paw herself, he would have been hit fairly clean. He didn't let it discourage him however and pushed onwards. He was still curious about this one, all alone, painting a masterpiece and without master, though the signs of such a violent reaction to such a harmless startle showed for the poor thing to have been in a very bad and abusive relationship with her former master. Rayden smiled a bit to himself at her lie, it was so clear that even a child would have been able to see through it the way that she looked, so thin and dirty, it was clear that she had no home.

Before he knew it, he had only his first bite to savor as the rest of his lunch was gone, in the hands of a quick and fleeing cat Anthro. He turned to figure out where she had fled, only catching what he thought was a glimpse of her running down a normally untraveled alley. While she was gone, he picked up her painting, sighing at his lost lunch but mildly happy that it went to someone truly needing of it. As a man of working in the field, he had seen his share of cat Anthro nests, combining it with the animal instinct of running to safety, he figured she headed back to her current home. Having nothing else to do on his lunch, and still highly curious of this specific cat Anthro, he got up to follow her, picking up her painting and her paintbrush as he set of to pursue her quite calmly as she was easy to track, spilling her precious paint in a most convenient trail following her back to her nest.

He found her through the alleyway, following her trail as easy as it was, arrived with a curious smile as he looked around. He had followed her quickly, though not running he still found her panting and trying to clean away her tail. Rayden couldn't help but to find the scared Antho to be quite cute in her way as she tried to messily clean up the trail she had left behind on the ground and herself. "You'll need something more then just that to clean yourself off.", he said softly, using a soothing voice as he didn't want to scare her anymore, especially not now that she was back at her nest. It was never a good idea to scare a cornered animal hiding in it's safe haven. As he looked down on the Anthro, his gaze was met with the most amazing sapphire blue eyes he'd ever seen, striking a chord in his heart which he didn't intend to show at the moment then but for a tiny flinch. He softened even more from her pleading look and cowering appearance, just enough to maybe even give her more then just a chance at living free and doing what she loved.

While she cowered, he sighed, sad that she had been abused to terribly by her former master. He reached out, holding out his hand with the brush for her to take it back. "I'm not going to stop you. Please try to calm down, I'm not here to hurt you. Here, take your paintbrush back, you left it at the bench.", he said with a soft and as friendly voice as he could muster. As she took it, he held up her painting and viewed it carefully, no matter how you looked at it, it was beautiful, almost too good for this world. "I like this painting. Is it for sale?", he asked her in a still friendly manner, a hint of curiosity in his voice as to perhaps peak her interest in that he actually wanted to buy it. He looked to her for an answer, a friendly look, a soft and curious expression and smile. "Well, is it?", he asked her again when she flinched for an answer.

Taking another look at her painting, he instantaneously began thinking of a cost for such a piece. He wondered if he could afford it even though he had just asked her price and hinting that he wanted to buy it. Rayden was a smart man however, thinking about his own current living situation which was leagues better, but close to falling down, he had space for another, and a painting like this could sell for a decent, if not even good price if believed that it was hand made and not by a digital program. With a bit of persuasion a painting like this could be worth a bit, enough to support himself for a month or two. He quickly began pairing two and two together, and wondered if he would be so bold as to claim her as his own and sell her paintings to help get by. Though not only smart, he was kind, though not entirely so as like any other he was just a bit selfish, which showed in his thoughts of the situation of wanting to make money out of this poor Anthro. He could be considered kind however, as he would treat her like a good master and not abuse her, and he would give her a good home at that.

 

[FoxWriter]

Phailan was rather amazed that she wasn't immidiatly struck for daring to raise her hand to a human. some where like that though, nice that was. not many, but some. this one seamed to be too curious for his own good though, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to shake him as easily as she wanted to. why couldn't humans just leave her alone? she was horrified with herself for stealing his food, but she'd been so hungry, and it was his own fault for taunting her with it! honestly, he'd moaned like that... it was like he was just ASKING for his meal to be stolen away! she was even more horrified to realize that her paints had spilled. her precious, precious paints. it had taken her so long to gather them, stealing as few as she could get away with at a time... now she would have to risk discovery by stealing more... it ever occurred to her that she'd already been discovered. she knew the man was following her, how could he not be? she couldn't let him find her nest! she had to keep her nest safe! so she'd grabbed the nearest thing and tried to scrub the path clean... but all she did was smear the paint all over, she was so frustrated she wanted to cry.

she cowered before him, waiting for the beating she was sure she was going to get for taking without permission. she decided a beating was worth it, no matter that the scant mouthful of sandwich had barely even touched the hunger clawing in her belly. it would keep her alive for a few more days at least. her Nest was rather impressive, she knew. there was a large pile of blankets and pillows that had clearly been plucked from trash cans and the streets. those had not been stolen, simply 'recycled'. it actually looked very, very comfortable, if it weren't for how filthy it all was. piled into a corner of the Alleyway with a cardboard box tied in place as a roof to protect her from the rain and soon, the snow. it was well put together for a little Cat was living on the streets. most Anthro didn't think to make a roof, they just huddled in their stolen fabrics and waited out the weather. "..." she stared at him as he held out the paintbrush and trembled as she reached out and took the paintbrush with a shaking hand, clearly expecting to be slapped for daring to reach for what was hers. she curled her hand around the paintbrush and clutched it tightly to her chest, looking rather bewildered now, instead of utterly and horrifically terrified.

"F..for Sale?" she asked, looking shocked. someone wanted to buy her painting! with a few dollars, she could buy some food, and claim that it was for her sickly master! the 'my master is sick' ploy always worked when people noticed how filthy and thin she was. many Anthro where neglected when their masters fell sick or where taken to the hospital, because no one wanted to take care of someone else's anthro, and there where too many 'laws' in place that prevented an Anthro from seeking help or income. which meant it was technically, illegal for this man to buy her painting. she wouldn't be the one too tattle on him. "y..yes, it's for Sale.." she muttered, looking eager. "uh,... uhm...t..ten dollars?" she asked, her stomach growling loudly. being an Anthro, she only knew that ten dollars could get her a nice pike of sandwich meat and some bread. it would afford her meals for a few days at least. she had no idea that the paint itself would have cost a person fifty dollars, the canvas another thirty. what would she know about it? most Anthro couldn't even read. she could, but her previous master hadn't known that.

 

[Ryax]

Rayden smiled at her as she took her paintbrush, clearly she was not expecting kindness the way that she was cowering and reacting to him. Poor girl, her former master must have been a terrible, terrible master. It was saddening to see and realize that so many mistreated their pet's like this, abusing them like this. Rayden even found this girl to be quite cute the way that she cowered, though he didn't approve of the reason to why she was.

"Mhm, you heard me right.", he told her with another smile. Rayden knew that what he was doing was highly immoral in normal standards. No one would ever buy something from an Anthro, it was usually standard to just loot and pillage from an Anthro as they were considered unlawful and could be deprived of everything as far as the law and common way went. Rayden didn't view it like this however, he was concerned about those laws and wanted to treat everyone equally as much as he could. He was often frowned upon due to this, but he knew what he was doing was right. He wouldn't be able to change anything by himself however and it had proven innumerably difficult to convince anyone else to share his views.

With an anxious look at the anthro, he burst out laughing after blinking a couple of times at her dirt cheap sales offer. After taking a few moment's to recollect himself, he shook his head. "No, absolutely not.", he said, intent on giving her a tease before giving her a real offer. Though his real offer was something he wouldn't be able to afford without loosing his apartment. After letting his disappointing answer sink into her and taking another look at her painting, he made her a new offer. "300 dollars.", he said, sly as he viewed her reaction in his peripheral vision but not looking at her directly but rather at the painting to assume a form of client dominance.

After her initial reactions, he let his real thought air. He needed a helping hand back at his home, if only for support, and he always had to tend to other things then work which he was always behind with. With a helping hand back at his apartment maybe he could catch up and actually have some free time again for a change. Living alone for as long as he had was very lonely for him as well, it would be nice if she would accept his offer and come live with him, if only to help pursue her own dream and brighten his life a bit and introduce some social flavor into it. "However, while the 300 dollars will last you maybe a month at most or even less if you plan to continue your painting legally, and seeing as it will soon be winter, I will make you another offer.", he said softly yet with determination, turning to face the poor little homeless Anthro to give her an opportunity she just couldn't pass up. "What if I said that I could offer you a place to live. A roof above your head, kitchen, bed, food, warmth and all. What if I said that you could also keep painting in this said place?", he asked her, giving her his offer then explaining the situation to her more in depth, in hope to catch her interest to his deal much more. "You would be living with me. My place is big enough for two but I live there alone. I could use some company and someone to keep it clean. It's not much work really, and when there's nothing else to do, you could dedicate your time to painting. I would even supply you with paint and brushes that you would need to do it, legally of course unlike what you've been doing up until now. I'm not a cruel master, I will treat you like I would treat any other human. How does that sound? It's up to you of course, it's a big risk for you seeing what your last master did to you, but it's your choice.", he told her, hoping he had persuaded her to come live with him with terms that he would aid her in her painting with supplies.

 

[FoxWriter]

Phailan shivered in shock as she watched him with her wide sky blue eyes. this man was... was so nice, but how much was it an act? would he return later and beat her in secrete? maybe someone was watching? was this a trap!? she cringed at his sudden declination towards her offer. not worth ten dollars then. maybe five? but then she'd only be able to afford a days worth of food.. if she was lucky. she hoped he didn't go under five... she hoped beyond hope. she could get by with just a bag of bread, and sometimes there where 'day old bread sales' she could get two or three bags of bread if there was a sale, even if she was only given five dollars. then he spoke again and all she could do was star at him, blank with utter shock. she couldn't even muster up enough emotion to be afraid at that point, the shock was taking up everything. three hundred? that was a lot, a lot of a lot... she wasn't sure how much, but she knew that it was more than twenty... which was about as high as she could count. Three hundred dollars though! she could get enough food to last... to last... a LONG time! two months even! especially if she got the cheep cans of food. some of them sold for two for a dollar! if she was careful, she could buy enough food to last a good long time... at the thought her stomach growled again.

"...however?" she asked, honestly curious now. for three hundred dollars, she could be social, besides... this human wasn't like the others, and as a Siamese, she was a very social, and loyal cat. having no one to talk to was quite an annoyance. another offer? she leaned forward, unable to help herself, wondering what he might offer her now. "Live?!" she asked, a squeak of shock filling her voice as she sat up and gaped at him. he wanted to be her master?!... well she could certainly think of worse! a little bit of cleaning and she could have a nice soft spot on the floor, and a meal a day at the least! it was a delightful idea! she knew he would also ask for sexual favors, that was what anthro where for after all, was sex and companionship. but to be able to keep painting! and Legally!... whatever that meant, she didn't know. but to be able to paint without getting in trouble! she nodded eagerly. "yes! yes, i want to live with you!" she chirped, wrapping her arms around his knees and pressing her face into his thighs. "please! please let me go home with you! i promise i'm very well behaved, and i'm toilet trained. i'll make sure to keep my nest in a corner so i won't get in the way, and i'll keep your house sparkly clean, and i'll even cook! i only know how to make a few things, but i promise i can learn how to cook more things!" she promised.

her last master had been vicious and cruel, but she knew a good human when she saw one, and this was a very good human. cute too now that she noticed it. "oh! i have papers!" she explained, diving into her nest and pulling out sheets of paper, crisp, white, undamaged from their time in the street and it was no wonder. they where sealed in a Ziplock bag, which was sealed in a dirty Ziplock bag, which was covered with a trash bag. it was her identity papers. showing that she was a fifth generation purebred Siamese, named Phailan. there was also certificates showing her 'showroom status' as a winner seven shows in a row. blue ribbon winner. very prestigious. you could pay upwards of eighty thousand dollars for a show ring winner like Phailan. if she where to breed, her kittens would be worth thousands of dollars each, at the LEAST. most men would be planning on finding another purebred Siamese male to breed her with, but she didn't know that. she only knew that the papers where important.

 

[Ryax]

Laughing kindly at her begging response, he raised his hands in a bit of a closeness shock all of a sudden, looking down on her with a happy smile. "Good. That all sounds very good!", he responded with a kind, almost excited voice at all that she could do. While her masters had treated her terribly, they had taught her some good things and taking that in consideration with her spirited personality and kind manners, it would be a pure delight to have her in his home. He chuckled when she mentioned that she would keep a little nest in a corner of the house, he was anxious to see her reaction when he offered her an entire room of her own. That was however all he could spare, but he didn't use it for anything else, work having taken over all other hobbies he had in his life before.

Rayden was even delighted that she had her papers, while he would still have accepted her without them, it was nice that she valued her identity. He didn't know that she was a purebred, he couldn't tell by the look, but she sure looked more... clean in her looks then all the other Anthros he had come across. He would have to consider the fact later when he read her papers, that he could breed her as well as sell her paintings. It would be easy to get his hands on some good money if he chose to wield his options in such ways.

"Alright. Papers are good, I'm glad you kept them. Glad you're thinking about yourself and your future.", he said kindly, smiling even. "Now, gather up your things that you want to bring and follow me, let's get you to your new home.", he told her, already acting a bit like a master, a kind one at that. Watching her pack her things together, he took a good look at her, at her clothing and especially the areas where she was not clothed, her body moving vigorously and responded promptly to her every move as well. He could get used to having such a remarkably beautiful Anthro in his house. As she packed up her things in a hurry, energetic and excited as she was, when she was done, he told her to follow and he set off toward his apartment a bit away. While they walked, Rayden fished out a cellphone from his pocket, quickly dialing a number to his office to notify that he was going to be late back from lunch. "... Yea I'll be back in a bit, just need to take care of some pressing matters.", he said before sighing, "Yea I'll take care of it. I got you.", he said with slight frustration before he hung up and slipped his phone back in his pocket. They quickly neared his apartment, they climbed the stairs, Rayden unlocking his front door and opening the door to his apartment. "Welcome to your new home.", he said with a smile, inviting her in though walking inside first as a master should before letting his Anthro enter.

 

[FoxWriter]

All Anthro wanted a place to belong, a 'pack mentality' for lack of a better phrase. they wanted to be owned, to have someone to serve. some got over that urge by banding together with other Anthro, like the gang of Kitsune who where causing such massive amounts of mayhem. but for an Anthro like Phailan, she wanted nothing more than to be with a human. Rayden was also very nice, very cute, and had a very nice scent to him. Phailan was certain she could trust him, and even if he beat her, as long as she was allowed to paint, she'd do almost anything. "i'm not sure what they are for..." Phailan admitted softly. "but my last master had to have them before i was put on show. and he had to have them for when he took me to the Anthrologist." the Anthro equivalent of a Doctor, or a Veterinarian. "i thought they where important, so i grabbed them before i left..." she admitted, looking incredibly sheepish and worried about this confession. she dove for her pile of things, and pulled out four perfectly made paintings, but left all of everything else there. she didn't care about it in the least. blankets were not needed if she was going to live in houses.

she followed him silently, looking oh so happy and eager as she trailed after him, more like a puppy than a cat. she jumped violently when the phone rang and blinked at him, looking shocked, as if she'd forgotten that cell phones made noise. "...Master? are you alright?" she asked softly. worried about the weird little phone call he'd gotten. she blinked as he opened the apartment and looked around slowly as she followed him inside. it wasn't anything like she'd ever seen before. she had gone from a well furnished, perfect manor, to the streets... the start contrast to both places made her feel... made her feel... "it's amazing." she breathed in, well, amazement. she slowly walked through the hallway and examined the floor and the walls and the furniture, being careful not to sit on anything, as she knew she was filthy. "Master?.... may..." and she flinched as if expecting to be struck for the question, the request, but she asked it anyway. "may i have a bath?" many cat Anthro hated water tot he point of homicide. apparently Phailan was not one of them. of course, as filthy as she was, she was probobly anticipating being clean, even if it meant she had to get wet.

 

[Ryax]

Listening to her reasoning behind her claiming of her own ownership documents, he frowned curiously with a smile. "Put on show, you say? Why you're an interesting one.. Thought I already knew that when I saw you paint all alone. Smart choice, I'll read them later and see what I've gotten myself into.", he said, firstly curious, about that she's a show anthro, then playfully as he teased her a minority.

Watching her pull out four more of the same excellent quality paintings, almost too good to believe they had been done by hand and not machine, this fed a small greed within him, one could fetch pretty sums of money for these. He was not a master of greed, lust or ill will; He was a kind master, though one, like any human, being inhabited by flaws.

After his brief call, his new.... companion, he liked to refer to her rather then pet, asked him if he was alright as if she hadn't understood the content of the call at all. He laughed softly, nodding along with a soft 'Mhh', "I'm fine.", he added. Reflecting on him actually being called Master for once, it felt nice in a way he could explain; He was most certain he would enjoy being called Master.

As they arrived, he looked to her expression, most pleased about it in fact though he was used to it himself, it was nice to know someone else could even enjoy his home. "I'm glad you like it.", he added with a soft smile, hanging his coat up on the coat hanger nailed up on his hallway wall, hanging his hat there as well as he slipped out of his shoes, black socks greeting the laminated wooden oak floor.

Surprised at her flinch, and the content of her question even. Didn't cat's hate water, even Anthros of the cat type, he wondered, but nevertheless smiled and nodded. "Why of course, we can't have you running around in our house all filthy now can we. Follow me.", he said with confidence, even probing to be a bit commanding. He led her left after the hallway, following another as he turned right near the end, ending up in a comfortable bathroom, white tiles, white sink and toilet, white everything really. "I'm afraid I don't have a bath however, I only have a shower. It will have to do.", he said in a slightly saddened tone. He wanted a bathtub himself, so that he could relax in one, hot water and bubbles and all, maybe even a yellow rubber ducky for the fun of it. While the bathroom had room for one, it would become more cramped of course; He couldn't afford a bathtub as far as his salary went, but maybe they could get one together if they managed to sell off some of her paintings, if she would even agree to his business proposal when he would ask her later after letting her get comfortable in his house.

He looked at his companion, studying her reaction before he told her what would happen next. "Now that you're home, take your time to get yourself cleaned up. You can use any soap and anything else you find in here that would help you get clean.", he told her, also giving her some liberty as a kind Master to see what she would do, other then that he didn't think of it much more then common courtesy and common sense, see Rayden was no Master before, inexperienced he truly was. "Now I must go back to work, my lunch was over...", he looked to his watch then back up, "... an hour ago. I'll be back home in the evening. In the meantime, get yourself comfortable, eat something and make yourself at home.", he told her, heading off to the hallway again and dressing himself once more, preparing to head off to work again. He didn't tell her where she could put her paintings and where she should make herself at home, she could choose anywhere, but Rayden's mind was too occupied to think of this as he was beginning to stress. Not being at work meant less money to come home with which meant less food, or even less housing if push came to shove. He walked out the door, locking behind him and heading to work once more. A seed planted in the back of his head, one of joy as he couldn't let the thought go that he had something enjoyable to come home to instead of simple stress, a filthy, though hopefully all clean and beautiful cat Anthro had made her way into his home. Rayden was very pleased about this.

 

[FoxWriter]

Phailan nodded. "yes! i could do all sorts of fancy tricks for the stuffy old people who gave me numbers." she admitted with a nod. "the more numbers i got, the happier my last master was. so i guess the numbers where important." scores no doubt. she must have been an agility cat. a cat that run an obstacle course, while looking beautiful and graceful. each 'trick' had a score, and each mistake, trip, stumble, or gracelessness took away from that score. "i LOVE it!" Phailan breathed in delight. "it's PERFECT!" she purred happily as she looked around. "it's not so big that you get lost, but not so little that you get mushed in." she admitted, beaming at him when she was promised a bath. she followed him eagerly and purred as she gently leaned into him, eager for affection and physical contact. she listened to him intently as he started to speak again, her ears pricked forward at him and her sky blue eyes fixed entirely on him. she blinked at him when she was told to make herself at home, she wasn't entirely sure what that meant... not really... but she didn't dare ask. questions where forbidden, her last master had said so. then again, not obeying was forbidden as well. so she would do her best to obey even if she didn't understand. she watched him leave, her head cocked to the side before she shrugged, went into the bathroom, and made herself completely clean... though it took an entire bottle of shampoo to do so. normally it wouldn't take that much, but she was filthy and had to scrub herself three times for all the mud to come out.

when Rayden came home, he would discover that she had cleaned a little. the floor had been swept and mopped and the carpets, if there where any, had been vacuumed. several dishes had been washed and put away and the counters had been wiped down and the beds had all been made and the dusty parts had been dusted. her paintings had been hung on random nails that had already been up from previous random things, she hadn't wanted to put more hols int he wall, so she just hung the paintings where there was already a nail. she herself was asleep... in a corner. she had claimed a single blanket and a pillow from a closet, and was snuggled up in her little 'nest' as most cat Anthro preferred. there where even special den like Beds just for Cat, Wolf, Fox, and other such Anthro, since they disliked sleeping in the open on beds... unless they where sharing the bed of course. no doubt the biggest surprise for Rayden, would be the dinner that was sitting in the Oven, that was on low heat to keep it warm. it was a pot roast, beef, with potatoes, carrots, onions and celery. it smelled delicious and from the looks of things, she herself had a very nice lunch... considering he was now missing almost all of his sandwich meat.

she twisted in her blanket and rolled onto her back, letting him see every inch of her long, lean, rather perfect body. she was pure, lily white now, save for the dark splotches on her face, and ears, tail and paws. she was a beautiful Siamese. perfectly proportioned, and it was easy to see how she had walked away with blue ribbons from various kinds of shows. first had been simple shows where a cat won or lost on her physical beauty alone. and then had been athletic shows, where the cat ran a course, just like in show dogs. she was a prized cat to say the least... and no doubt, whoever had owned her before, was going to want her back, loser or not she was worth a lot of money, and any Kits she had would be worth a lot of money too... of course, that was only if her master was even still alive, which was unlikely since no one had reported a missing Cat Anthro.

 

[Ryax]

Rayden smiled at her enthusiasm over the matter. See seemed to be quite good at the shows as well, her last and abusive masters still getting happy with her. He figured it wasn't just to show her posture, figure and grace since she mentioned tricks, his thoughts began straying that she had frequently been in some form of agility contests at least. It was the only place he could figure out that they would have tricks to give points in.

Rayden chuckled at her outbursts of excitement, he found it to be cute, for a moment savoring her voice before he let her follow him. She got close, real close even as she even leaned into him. Rayden didn't dislike this, rather the precise opposite. He was no stranger to sex, but he was deprived of close physical contact of the opposite sex as of late, work eating his outside life for a while now. Anthro or not, female as female thought his body, enjoying the momentary closeness and confused eyes of hers.

He came home later, the air around them having grown dark and night was falling. He entered his apartment once more, though this time something was different then he was used to. He immediately smelled the sweet smell of home cooked food, the place seemed to sparkle rather then being dull from dust. His stomach growled, his mouth said 'Mmm..', already starting to water at the very scent alone. He was surprised as he didn't know that she could cook, that she could clean and do all this, but he shouldn't really be surprised since it's an Anthro that had been thought these things, but he was not used to having one himself obviously. Walking out onto the living room carpet, who seemed to have been thoroughly cleaned as well, he could feel the softness in it once more.

He founder her laying in her corner, a pillow and a blanket to keep herself warm and comfortable. She looked cute enough as she laid there, but when she rolled over the cuteness disappeared, she was now exquisitely hot instead. Her now fully cleaned body, her now lustrous and gleaming white fur say for some darker spots placed accordingly. Tilting his head he looked over her, his eyes easily drawn to her curves, her bosom and her legs before looking over her cuter aspects. To Rayden, she was indeed a good looking Cat Anthro, and he didn't discriminate, growing up with Anthros existing among humans it was only natural to be able to accept the situation and to develop affections for all the same. Primal instincts told Rayden to cop a good feel of the beautiful creature who now called him Master, but out of his sense of both self preservation and self respect, he wouldn't, at least not right away like this, but if she kept up showing herself like this it wouldn't take long for Rayden to be overcome by lust for the little thing.

He didn't want to wake her, and he had already been looking at her grace for such a long time now to take her proportions and figure in, he went into the kitchen and grabbed a plate, pulled out the amazingly smelling pot roast from the oven and helped himself to some. He hadn't been in the living room for a while, the black synthetic cloth sofa was now clean, the glass table in front also clean, almost sparkling so, he took his bowl, a spoon and a beer, put them softly on the table and sat himself in the sofa. Rayden sighed softly as he leaned back, enjoying the sofa he hadn't enjoyed for a good while, then after a moment he leaned forward again to enjoy the amazing roast. He moaned at the delicious taste, the smell blending with the taste in a magnificent manner to Rayden. Such a long time had gone since he had a good home cooked meal. It was nice. He switched on the TV, ready to relax for once, softly illuminating the darkness in the apartment at the moment, say for the kitchen lights and oven.

 

[FoxWriter]

Phailan was completely unaware of her masters personal issues regarding the way she was currently sleeping. she was having the most lovely dream. simply lovely. she had a nice full belly, and a warm house to live in and a super soft blanket to call her own... well, so long as it was alright that she'd taken that blanket, but it had been stuffed in the black of a closet, so she was assuming it was alright for her to have. same with the pillow, she was pretty sure he hadn't even realized he had it. so it should be alright, right? of course. even if it wasn't ok, she had a good, kind master and she was pretty sure that he wouldn't beat her for sleeping on his things. she might get yelled at maybe, but she was pretty sure he would never hit her. thus, she was one very happy kitty. she woke slowly when the TV was turned on and rolled onto her belly, blinking sluggishly as she tried to wake up, before she smiled as she realized that her Master was home. she stretched, and yawned and grunted before sliding effortlessly to her feet and joined him in the living room, settling onto the couch next to him, curling up in a ball, and drifting back into a doze, perfectly content to just lay there next to her most wonderful and kind master. and he smelled good too!

she was so happy that she had such a nice master, who smelled so good and let her eat as much as she wanted. she'd had three cans of tuna from the cupboard for lunch, and she was still full. whatever he didn't eat from the roast, she'd turn into a hash tomorrow. she yawned and snuggled into him a little more and began to purr, the sound soft and comforting as she relaxed with her master. "Master?" she asked softly, very suddenly. "thank you for taking me in." she murmured, nuzzling his hip. "i love you master." she muttered happily. "Master?" she asked, blinking up at him, looking sleepy and sluggish. "do you think other people will buy my paintings?" she asked curiously. the way she figured it, if he had been willing to spend three hundred dollars for one of her paintings, then maybe others would be too. with a master, no one would be in trouble for buying her paintings, because she was painting with her masters permission. so they would be able to sell them with very little fuss after that, and in fact they might sell for even more because they where painted by an Anthro. they would be a limited selection then, not that Phailan knew that. she was just happy that someone might want her paintings. then she could buy her paints and her half of the housing bills and even help her master with anything he wanted, or needed, but didn't have. what was money to a cat, when they had a Master? everything she 'earned' would go to him, and she was happy with that.

 

[Ryax]

Noticing something moving in the corner of his eye, he looked over with a curious look only to see Phailan up and about, though as quickly and suddenly as she had gone up, she laid down again on the sofa, curled up in a ball. Rayden smiled softly, happy that he had such cute company now. He reached over to her, daring to stroke her fur softly along her back for a little while. It was only natural to pet a cat, especially one as special as this. While he had petted many cats in his life, it was different petting an Anthro cat. She even snuggled into him more, purring now even. He smiled wider, laying his hand softly on her. It made Rayden relaxed, his thoughts clearing and focusing on her for a bit, which was nice for him as he hadn't been relaxed for such a long time since the robberies had started.

'Hmm?', he noised as she called for him in a sleepy manner. Chuckling softly at her thanks, he reached for the remote and shut off the TV. Pitch dark in the room say for the moonshine making it's gentle way through the windows into his apartment. He smiled at her affectionate words, though so early on that he didn't consider them to be backed up and real, just a word simply to show affection and thanks for the moment. 'Mhmm?', he noised again when she called for him, "They're beautiful, of course they will.", he told her softly, smiling at her cute and insecure question. He looked down on her, faint amounts of light bouncing off her pretty fur. It was nice. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the top of the sofa and moaned out a sigh. His legs were crossed, relaxing on the table in front of him, he was leaning back against the sofa and slowly falling asleep with his arm softly against his new companion. Rayden hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time now, his body relaxing was like a god sent to it as it shut down and prepared for sleep mode. "They'll love your paintings..", he said softly, sleepily as he quickly fell asleep at this point.

Rayden slept like a log, the alarm on his phone nearly not waking him up. He blinked his eyes open, his mouth open as he woke, wetting his mouth as it had gotten dry and moaned softly as he put his feet on the floor, leaning onto his knees. A yawn escaped him. He shut off the alarm, yawned again and headed for the bathroom. "Shower..", he mumbled sluggishly as he made his way over. Closing the door not all the way behind him, he undressed and stepped inside and letting the warm water pour down over him. He moaned in delight from the warm sensation literally washing over his body. He washed his body with soap, taking his sweet time but when he looked for his shampoo, there was none. 'Hmm..', he muttered softly, followed by a soft, 'Ah.', as he realized that Phailan must have used it all. He smiled and sighed, finishing up and stepping out, drying himself before he wrapped a towel around himself, covering himself up. Usually he wouldn't cover himself up so thoroughly, but he had company now. He went outside the bathroom again, making his way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before dressing.

 

[FoxWriter]

Phailan smiled a little as she was pet, purring even harder. it was soooo nice, it felt soooo good. she had been pet a lot when she was younger, when she was a winner. it was good luck to pet the winner of an Anthro Show... but when she started to lose, she hadn't had any contact save for a slap or worse. she hadn't been pet in so long that she'd forgotten how comforting it was, how pleasant it was, how happy it made her. he seamed to enjoy it to, stroking her fur which was as soft as anything he'd ever touched before. it was like petting a baby bunny, or a kitten, or something equally soft and fluffy. she squeaked in surprise when the Tv was turned off and then smiled as she snuggled into him even more. her last master never paid any attention to her, so this was utter and complete heaven! "they are?" she asked, looking startled. "they will?" she sounded so excited and happy by that praise that you almost wanted to find her last master and beat him. "i love you master." she purred happily snuggling into him some more.''

when he woke up, she was still next to him, looking around in utter confusion and bafflement, trying to remember where she was and how she'd gotten there. she blinked several times and yawned, stretching out on the couch before heading into he kitchen to make breakfast. she was almost done when he finally came out of the shower, she would have joined him, but she wanted to make sure that he had a nice hot meal before he had to go to work. as he stepped out of the shower though, there was a small thumping noise, like someone running across the floor. then Phailan appeared. she blinked at him, looked at his towel and before he could react she'd snatched it off of him and ran back towards the Kitchen, leaving him completely nude, and probobly more than a bit baffled. by the time he made it to the kitchen, he would see what she needed the towel for. she'd dropped the milk jug, and there was a gallon of milk spreading across the floor, despite her best efforts to keeping it properly contained.she had used almost all of the paper towels, and the towel he'd been using was working as a water logged damn keeping the milk from seeping under the stove. she had a wad of kitchen hand towels in each hand and was trying to sop up the milk with a wild eyed look of desperation. it was almost amusing as she raced after the long rivulets of milk that kept escaping.

more amusing was that it was the only mess in the kitchen, despite the stack of massive fluffy pancakes and thick slices of bacon, there wasn't any hint of flour or other ingredients anywhere in the rather pristine kitchen. so the huge puddle of milk looked incredibly out of place. "Master! i need more towels!" Phailan squeaked, all her available ones had been soaked through now, and there was still quite a bit of milk left. "Hurry before the milk escapes and slips under something! it will start to smell really bad if that happens!"

 

[Ryax]

Rayden did indeed like to pet her, her fur was so amazingly soft. He would probably find himself petting her often, especially since they both seemed to enjoy it. He chuckled some more at her sleepy and excited questions. 'Mhmm', he voiced in agreement with both her question before ultimately falling asleep just like this.

As he came out of the shower, he was greeted by the great smell of a delicate breakfast. He moaned delightedly as he whiffed in the air a bit playfully. He heard a quick thumping noise, like footsteps quickly scurrying over the floor, then Phailan appeared in panic, startling her Master. What startled him even more was that she stole the towel he was wearing, leaving him int he nude he covered himself up in embarrassment and shock. "What the hell are you doing!?", he voiced, more curious and startled then mad or angry. While it wasn't terrible that a beautiful woman, even if an Anthro, made him nude like this, it was still something he would never have thought of. His mind stunned, he quickly turned and went to grab another towel to cover himself up with.

Coming back out once more with a fresh new towel wrapped around his waist, a steady hand on it so she wouldn't steal it right away again. He hurried to the kitchen where the amazing breakfast had been prepared, again stunned he gazed at it, his stomach loving the sight of it. He wrapped his head around it quickly before he walked over to where Phailan was. She had spilled the entire gallon jug of milk out onto the floor and was trying to stop the flow. "Dammit.", he groaned, tossing her the towel around his waist again and rushing off to grab more towels. He was more annoyed with the thought that it shouldn't get somewhere it was supposed to, like Phailan was preventing it to do. He came back with a stack of towels, giving some to her and helping her to block and soak up the spread. It didn't take them long with the helping hand of the different colored fluffy goodness to soak all the milk up, but it had left Rayden once more naked. Embarrassed, he covered himself up with his hands, blushing faintly. "You sure made a mess here.", he said with a kind voice containing some playfulness as he looked at her with a kind, yet pitying smile.

 

[FoxWriter]

Phailan never heard his vexed demands for an answer, she was too worried about the spilled milk. she hadn't even known that plastic just could burst like that! it had tipped off the counter when she'd gone to get a glass and it had practically exploded and started to seep everywhere. most of it had gone towards the counters, which would be easy to clean. the rest was pooling under the table, but a good portion of it was trying to sneak it's way under the stove and the fridge. she watched as he master ran off and soaked up the milk with the new towel and sighed in relief once she had the mess contained, scowling at the ruined canister that had once held her precious milk. she winced when he spoke about the mess before realizing that he was teasing her and she offered him a sheepish smile. "...the milk fell off the counter and it blew up..." she explained softly before frowning, clearly confused. "Master? does your penis hurt?" she asked, wondering why he was covering it up like that? had he hurt himself. she crawled over to him and tilted her head as she carefully forced his hands away from his organ, which was no doubt half hard... what man organ could resist the allure of a sexy woman crawling towards it and studying it so intently?

"oh i see. silly master." she murmured, looking up at him with a sly grin. "if you wanted a blow job before work, you should have just said so." she stated, standing up, quick as a flash and seating him at the table. "you'll have to eat too, or you'll be late." she warned before ducking under the table, ignoring the still slightly damp floor. she'd scrub it later. she waited no time in taking his length into her warm fuzzy hands and stroked it slowly, marveling at it's size. her last master had been a bit of a puny thing, this master was MUCH more better. even his balls where bigger! she took the time to cup them in her soft, gentle hand to make sure. yup, much bigger. she giggled and proceeded to prove what a good little Anthro she was by running every inch of her slightly rough tongue over every centimeter of his cock. twirling her tongue along his tip and running her tongue back down to his balls, lapping at them as well before she slowly pulled him into her mouth, deeper and deeper, suckling and swallowing until he was buried balls deep into her mouth and throat, her loud purrs filling the air... and his cock. clearly the rumors about anthro's not having gag reflexes was true. Phailan seamed to be really enjoying herself as well, judging from the happy purring and the little mewls of delight as she bobbed her head, sliding him in and out with a delicious, wet grace.

 

[Ryax]

Raydn laughed playfully at her answer. "Exploded huh.", he stated, looking at the larger plastic jug that indeed looked like it had exploded. The he noticed her frown and confused look, then came her question which was oddly straight forward to him. The entire situation was odd, so maybe it wasn't that odd of a question. Besides she's an Anthro, they have a different view on being social then humans. "N-No?" he replied confusedly, wondering why she was asking him that. It was weird that she crawled towards him like that, though her curious interest was clear. He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep himself covered up or not when she forced his hands away, his indecision making him falter and allow her to reveal everything to her. He was indeed half erect, the entire situation was a bit awkward but still they were naked with each other and Rayden hadn't had a woman naked by his side for a good while now. His body just reacted on instinct to Phailan's gorgeous body and playful exploration and revealing of him.

He blushed lightly, a bit shocked by this and unable to gather his thoughts to do anything reasonable about it, just letting her do her thing. "Wait, what?", he asked, clearly confused about her question. He didn't want a blow job, though he wasn't going to deny it if offered. He didn't really have much of a choice as she pulled him up, seating him at the table in the nude, tableware all set up and ready. Now he was really confused, was he going to eat or get a blow job? Much to his continuous surprise, he was to be getting both. "What am I...", he began, though ending it in a soft moan at the feeling of her warm, soft and fuzzy hands against his hardening length and balls. It was so comforting and hot at the same time, he could already feel that he was going to enjoy this quite a lot even if he didn't get to eat breakfast by this. "Am I just to...", he said, again interrupted once her tongue began traveling along the skin of his dick. A pleasurable moan escaped his throat as her tongue sent shivers up his spine, pleasure burning through his body. "O-Oh shit...", he moaned out, closing his eyes and holding himself up with his arms on the table. Gasping from the pleasure she gave him with her lovely tongue, making sure every part of him was tended to, he began accepting it and his body getting used to the awesome feeling and situation. His body was in for another pleasure shock however when she slipped his cock inside her mouth, her throat muscles working and massaging his length as she just slipped it down deeper, until his balls felt her soft chin against them. Rayden groaned in pleasure, wanting to clench the table because of this amazing feeling. He was about to call out to the gods to have mercy on him because of the intense pleasure she provided him with. She obviously didn't have any gag reflexes, the rumors about Anthros were apparently true. She even purred like this! His entire cock vibrating and massaged in her throat, it was a miracle that Rayden hadn't blown his load already, much thanks to the starting awkward situation phasing his body slightly.

He had bent his upper body over the table enough to almost have his face in the delicious pancakes. The lovely scent of them causing his stomach to want food, but his lower half to never stop the lovely blow job he was getting. Opening his eyes and looking with anxious desire on the food, he decided to take her advice into consideration. With this he would be stressed for time if he didn't eat at the same time, so the logical decision was to dig in while she dug in on him. He grabbed the fork and knife, cutting himself a slice of the stack of pancakes, some bacon, some butter, eagerly putting it in his mouth as he moaned loudly. His taste buds exploded, it was a masterfully crafted breakfast, the flavor oozing out and loving his mouth. His mouth experiencing pleasure, his groin experiencing it as well, what more could a guy want? Not much.

Amazing as it was that he managed to resist blowing his load in Phailan's throat while she slipped his dick in and out of her mouth, he was at the end of his rope. There was no way he could resist it any more, pleasure invading him almost everywhere. Finishing about a fourth of the breakfast, moaning and groaning from the pleasure and sickly strong urge to cum that piled up in his groin. "I can't.. Hold on. I cant hold it in any more!", he said in panic as she sucked him. He didn't know what to do, but the only obvious solution. He groaned loudly in intense pleasure, his dick throbbing hard and pumping out a good amount of his seed. His body shivered, clenching the table where he could and keeping himself from blacking out and limping down on the table. "Amazing..", he said, panting and shivering still. This was amazing, he had never anticipated something like this would have happened when he took this Anthro in. He wasn't about to ruin the experience however, his interest in this woman just starting.

After he had blown his load, his body having recovered from the pleasure overload from being backed up for a longer time and her obviously desirable blow job treats, he ate another half, only leaving one fourth of the breakfast still there and he was full, overly full at that and most satisfied. Moaning from the blissful pleasure slowly washing through his body. Best. Breakfast. Ever.

 

[FoxWriter]

she ignored his half hearted protests and complaints and simply did what she wanted. all men liked gettign sucked off, she knew, it was one of the only times her last master hadn't hit her was when she was sexually favoring him. she smirked happily when he started to babble and simply continued doing exactly what she was doing. she didn't speed up, she didn't slow down, she kept going at the same speed without care. she was careful, methodical, and very, very good at it. she nearly started laughing at the panicked tone in his voice as he warned her that he was going to cum and she simply drove her head forward, burying him up tot he balls and sucked eagerly even as she swallowed every drop of seed. milking him of every single drop he could give. she licked her lips, and then his cock clean with her tongue before she slunk out from under the table, looking entirely too smug as she stretched and headed back into the fridge to make him his lunch. "finish your breakfast master while i make you some lunch. you don't want to be late." she warned. "and you certainly can't go to work naked! i understand that humans from upon nudity." she admitted, looking rather puzzled by that. "i'm not sure why..." she admitted, her head cocked at him.

she was clearly very comfortable with him to be giving him orders. even if they where orders he already knew. she hummed as she worked, making him several well sized sandwiches. "Master? you need to stop at the grocery on the way home." she stated, handing him a list in rather scrawly handwriting. she clearly hadn't had much practice in writing, but it was legible enough for him to make out. it was filled with things like carrots, peas, chicken legs, chicken stock, milk, cream, coffee, and other various things that he either didn't have, hadn't thought he'd ever need, or had run out of. it was like having his own personal maid! it was rather nice. bread, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomatoes, two kinds of meat and cheese went into three sandwiches, which where packed carefully into plastic wrap, separately, and then was placed inside the brown paper bag along with carrot sticks, an apple, two soda pops and a bag of chips. everyone at the police station would know instantly that something was new at Rayden's house. no man packed a lunch like that, and especially not a single man. she ushered him to eat, and then to get dressed, handed him his lunch, gave him a very eager kiss, and wished him luck at work.

when he got home, there was the smell of cooking food again, this time, she was pan frying onions, peppers, and steaks. with sweet potatoes, glazed carrots, and a tossed salad. it was like heaven. clearly she had underestimated herself when she said she 'only knew how to cook a few things'. pot roast, and now steak? it was like man heaven.

 

[Ryax]

Shuddering from the pleasure she gave him, fully draining him of his load with his entire length buried in her throat, swallowing all of his love and cleaning him passionately afterwards with her rough cat tongue, Rayden was very satisfied this morning. Moaning pleasurably he felt her slip away from out under the table and past him. He looked at her for a bit, a strange attraction he had never felt before wallowing up inside of him. It was probably just the after glow of receiving such an amazing blowjob and releasing himself lewdly after a couple of months long dry spell.

He smirked at her cute demanding, but didn't protest more then his stomach at being full. He did however chuckle at her bossiness, but never the less picked up the tableware again and finished the last quarter of breakfast, still equally delicious but missed a touch of blowjob, though gaining an amazing afterglow and helping to savor it much more. He laughed at her next words, "I don't understand it either. If we wouldn't have covered ourselves up at the beginning of time, then we wouldn't be covered up right now. But some one had to go and ruin our fun.", he said playfully, munching down the last of the pancakes. He knew the answer to be more logically however, humans are violent and primal based creatures, if they wouldn't contain themselves, who knows what types of savagery would be going on. He let her get to making lunch, the feeling still lingering inside of him as he watched her for a short moment.

"Yes? Alright, it's time to stock up on new things anyway. Good timing.", he responded, smiling as he took the list, studying it for a bit and trying to make out what the items were. It didn't take him long however and he was set to bring it all home. He went and dressed himself in today's clothes, boxers, black slim jeans with a dark brown leather belt, a long sleeved black shirt, a pair of black socks and his normal black work shoes. He looked quite sharp dressed like that, a glow over his release and confidence still lingering and showing in a subtle way. He had finally had a good night's sleep, an excellent breakfast and entertainment. He was going to kick work's ass. Stuffed the list in his pocket, he came back to a fully packed and brown bag of lunch. "Wow.", he said simply, studying it. He'd never had so much food for lunch before, and knowing this girl even after such a small amount of time, it was probably going to be amazingly good. Rayden kissed Phailan back, smiling as he headed out the door for work.

Arriving at work, he was smiling subtly, a light strut to his walk as well. Varl studied him for a bit as he entered, only saying something when Rayden had sat himself down and began working, "You look different. Did you get laid last night or something?", he asked him bluntly, though sarcasm running shallow in his voice. "Nah.", he replied while studying his work, "Not last night.", he added with a subtly playfulness again, Varl muttering and studying the man some more before he returned to his own work. It had been a couple of days since the last attack of the infamous gang, and the paper work was running thin. The investigation was still ongoing fiercely, but more on site and in the labs at this point.

When lunch arrived, Varl stretched, groaning a bit as he picked up his lunch. "Come on man, let's have lunch together, it's been a while now.", he said, demanding his friend to come along as he stood up and nudged him to go to the cafeteria with him. Rayden sighed, lunch still seeming so far away, but right after his stomach growled loudly, the breakfast had been well taken care off by the morning entertainment as well. "Sure.", he replied simply as he stood up, picked up his lunch bag and followed to the cafeteria. Sitting down by an empty table, they unpacked their lunches and Varl immediately saw the plump nature of Rayden's bag. "Are you going to eat a mountain?", he asked curiously. Rayden laughed, "I might.", he said, opening his bag and emptying it piece by piece on the table. Varl blinked, his jaw almost dropped as he looked at all the contents. "What the hell? You never eat lunch like this. What the hell is going on with you dude? Looking all sharp, confident, even eating like a horse.", he said curiously. "You did! Didn't you! And she's still there!", he blurted out, finding out just from the clues laying in front of him that Rayden had lady company, though of what sort he didn't know. Rayden chuckled in an embarrassing manner, confirming that it was true. "You sly dog!", Varl exclaimed, looking generally cheerful and smirked at his friend, hitting him on the shoulder all manly and what not. They spent the rest of the lunch talking, Varl trying to steal some of the good food Rayden had, but he didn't let him, it was his from his new Anthro. Later they went back to work, slow day for Rayden, the worst paper work still left to be dealt with and nothing exciting happening at all.

While on his way home later, he stopped by the grocery shop, buying everything on the list in succession and finding that his wallet was threatening to leave him with metaphorical moths sooner rather then later. He studied it for a bit before he proceeded home with the catch. When entering the door, he was greeted with an amazing smell like last night. Not the same smell however, but equally nice to be greeted with. He moaned softly, slipping out of his outside clothes and bringing the groceries to the kitchen. "Hey.", he said lightly, smiling at her. "I got our groceries.", he added as he put down the groceries on the floor, starting to unload them both onto the counter and to where they belonged. "Dinner smells amazing, I can't wait to try it.", he said softly, smiling for himself as he tended to the groceries. When he was done, he put the empty bags away, turning to looking at her and leaning himself back against a part of the counter, crossing his arms as he studied her. Nimble when she worked, she sort of strutted along as she worked, easy on the eyes she was as well. Her tail swinging playfully in front of him. He moved in silently and slid his arms around her waist, pressing himself a bit awkwardly close he leaned over her shoulder to watch what she was doing. He was still feeling that strange feeling he had gotten from the morning, strange, but he wanted to be close to her. He was feeling oddly familiar with her, even though they met just yesterday. "I thought you said you could only cook a few things. Are all the things you can cook this complex?", he mused, looking contempt and pleased that she could both cook and please so very wonderfully.

 

[FoxWriter]

when he got home, Phailan had cleaned some more. his clothes had all been washed, folded and put away. all the bedding had been washed and some of it was still hanging out on the clothesline outside, flapping in the warm wind. the wooden floors where shiny and bright and the linoleum was just as clean. she had also started a new painting with the limited supplies she had left. you could tell it was going to be a blue rose with hundreds of water-drops on it. it looked so real you would have thought it was a picture, if not for the fact that it was only the petals at the moment. and still wet considering there was a 'do not tooch' sign hanging off the bottom of it... she had somehow misspelled touch. there was soft music playing from the TV in the living room, soft Jazz and Phailan was swinging her hips and slow dancing in time with the music. just a simple two step, but like all Felines she was amazingly graceful. "Welcome home master!" she cried out happily when she heard him enter the kitchen and beamed at him. "oh good!" she chirped, examining everything he had brought home, muttering softly to herself as she took stock of what they now had and what they had, had. it wouldn't take long for Rayden to realize that she was making plans for dinners, breakfasts, and lunches under her breath.

once the groceries where away and she'd decided what she wanted to make for the next several days at least, she went back to stirring the hash, mashing the potatoes, and turning the pan fried cauliflower. she squeaked as she was hugged from behind, but melted into his affection, smiling as she started to purr, again. "complex?" she asked, looking confused. "this isn't complex Master... i can't make anything like what the cooks at my last master could. i can only make simple things." she admitted, looking confused. that was a bit confusing until one realized that her last master had to have been completely loaded. he probobly had five star chefs working for him making some of the most fancy, complex meals for Phailan's abusive owner. her idea of 'easy meals' and 'complex' where not the same as Rayden's. "Go and set the table." she ordered after a long minute. "Dinner will be ready soon." she admitted happily, wondering if she would be eating with him, or if she would need to wait until after he fell asleep? her last master hadn't liked her eating in the dining room, but let her eat whatever and whenever she wanted while in the kitchens. well... until she started loosing anyway. Phailan had a lot of weight to gain, that was for sure. but with a master like Rayden, she wasn't worried about being dangerously thin for long.

 

[Ryax]

Rayden smiled softly at the affectionate tone in her welcoming him home. Even the entire atmosphere was inviting, comforting even as the slow jazz pulsated through the room. He couldn't help but noticing her graceful nature showing so alluringly in the kitchen, seducing his attention to approach. It was easy to notice her murmuring, but not entirely all the contents of it. But there was talk about food and meals, perhaps she was planning their meals a bit in advance, he wondered.

"Cooks, really? Wow... Though you sure cook like one to me.", he said, handing her another small compliment. Rayden wasn't used to high star cook meals, only simple food really, so this was complex to him as he very rarely ate food in a restaurant or bothered to cook anything fancy himself. To him, it was very nice to have someone who would cook at home. Smiling slyly at her demands, he let her go and voiced a bit playfully, "As you wish.". Rayden was treating Phailan more like a human then anything else, an equal to him, even though their class in society was extremely separated. Not used to having an Anthro in his family either, he assumed it was only natural for them to eat together since he still thought of her more like an equal then not. He gladly went and fetched as well as placed two sets of plates, forks and knives and glasses on the table in the living/dining room. "I can't wait, finish as soon as you can, I'm hungry!", he told her while setting the table for them both.

While waiting for the food to get done, he took a stroll through his apartment. He could smell the faint scent of washed clothes, see some of his bedding gently blowing in the wind on the clotheslines outside his window. Not cleaning them properly himself for a long time, she was relieving so much stress of things he had to do by just simply helping him at home. He saw her new painting in progress, her paint running low. It was just as beautiful as the one he had caught her with painting yesterday. He studied it, the blue colors and the petals, smiling at another masterpiece that could bring them a good amount of cash.

When the food was done, he happily scurried back over to the kitchen, helping with carrying the food to the table so they could start eating, his stomach making itself known by pinching him hard, demanding food to be supplied to its ever rising hunger. "This looks amazing.", he said, glaring in need at the food. He didn't take anything, but waited for her to allow him. She had done the cooking, she was allowed to choose who went first. It was only courtesy he showed, still thinking of her as an equal.

 

[FoxWriter]

she giggled a little as she nodded. "yes, cooks... i'm not a chef!" she protested, looking rather mortified that she could be thought so highly of. clearly this human had no idea what he was doing... did he even know how to be a master? she doubted it. well she'd just have to teach him. "...as i wish?" she asked, looking baffled, wondering if her human maybe wasn't a bit insane? probobly. oh well, she could handle that. he clearly didn't understand that Anthro and humans where not in the same social class. they where segregated to the max. Anthro where servants. slaves, they where not supposed to be treated like people, like humans... but she didn't mind, she knew how to behave. "i bet you are!" she teased him with a smile. "make sure you wash your hands and face! you don't want to get icky stuff in your food." she warned, humming in time to the soft jazz as she worked on the food. her hip swayed back and forth as she danced and then set the food on the table, smiling as she realized he wanted her to eat with him. good, she hated eating alone.

she settled into her chair and then waited, and waited, and finally looked at him. "Master, you have to serve us." she scolded, lookign a little exasperated. "don't you know how to be a master?" she asked, her head cocked to the side. "i cook for you, and you eat first." she ordered. "that's how it works." she stated firmly. "i work for my meals, and i work for my bed." she nodded. "ask anyone, they'll tell you how it works... now eat your food, and make sure to eat plenty of your vegetables. working is hard work and you have to have the proper amount of energy and vitamins to stay healthy." she ordered. yes, she was an Anthro, but most felines where rather bossy towards their masters. Canines where often very playful, and best for families with children. rodent Anthro where best for masters who wanted a 'pet' that was entirely submissive and subservient. Bird anthro where best for those who wanted a pretty voice and a pretty face. reptile anthro where just creepy, but where also very rare and where often used as a status symbol for the rich. there where also 'rules' for every owner of an Anthro, how to raise them, how to train them, how to treat them to maximize the Anthro's loyalty and service. all of which could be found online, in a book, or even just by asking someone who already owned an Anthro.

 

[Ryax]

She seemed so baffled by his comment on that he would do as she wanted. Clearly, that concept had not been brought up many times for her. He didn't know she thought of him as probably being insane by not acknowledging the obvious class difference. She would have to give him some time, with some research an dedication on his part, he would grow into being a good maser with proper etiquette and way with her.

"Mhmm", he voiced, nodding lightly as he finished setting the table. He went to wash his hands clean before returning to the table he just set. As she sat down in front of him, he figured she would be serving the food as well, but much to his surprise his thought was shut down. "Oh..", he voiced with care, not realizing that it was a Master's job to serve the food. He couldn't make the connection that the Master served the food, choosing when his pet would eat, how much it would get to eat, or even if it got to eat at all. The concept was a bit unfamiliar to him, but he would quickly get used to it. It would be rough to start out, the Master and Pet relationship would need to be established properly and Rayden needed to be trained a Master. "N-No...", he murmured quietly for himself as she asked him if he knew how to be a Master.

Looking surprised, a bit baffled by the light scolding even, he listened to her speech, taking it to heart in order to be a proper Master for her. When she was done he got up and went around the table to Phailan's side. He heaved up a modest portion for her as he spoke, "The one who cooks the food around here, should at least get to take part of it first.", he said, properly giving her the food she rightfully deserved. He poured her a glass of water as well, vastly unsure of what cat Anthros drank. He figured they'd like milk, but Phailan's less civilized and much smaller counterparts the cats loved milk but usually felt sick from the human standard. He didn't risk it, simply pouring her some water to satisfy her thirst. "But uhh..", he added lightly, unsure of how to say it and if he should say it, a bit nervous, the poor fellow never having been a Master and all, "Don't eat until I take a bite.", he added, a shaky sort of demand in his voice. He walked around once more, seating himself and getting himself a portion of the delicious looking and smelling food.

Taking the first bite, he moaned quietly, this being the food of gods to him not very exposed to restaurant food and it being a great step up from his normally shoddy thrown together and hopeless meals he did for himself. "Delicious.", he said with a jolly and delighted tone. "I was thinking I could go get you some new art supplies tomorrow. I saw that you were running low so I figured I could replenish your stock. Does that sound good?", he asked her, though he figured he would be getting a big list of supplies or shoddy descriptions, so he thought of a new thing. "Want to come along after work? I'm sure you know it better then I do even if you write it down and explain it to me.", he added, thinking that they could go out and shop something together, so he could learn how to handle something like that as a proper Master as well. He knew he needed to give her some form of mark as well, a collar, tag, anything to claim her to be his property, or anyone could really snatch her away from him and all they had to go on was her word, which meant almost nothing to society coming from an Anthro, and a dispute between two Masters could be tedious and everyone could suffer in the process.

 

[FoxWriter]

she stared at him for a long while and then sighed as she realized that she was probobly going to have to direct him towards some proper books. she didn't know much about being a Master herself, only what she was used to. she knew how she was supposed to behave, but she didn't know how he was supposed to be. in all honesty, many Anthro didn't want to be 'Equals' they just wanted loving Master's who wouldn't abuse them. Anthro where very much like animals, very much the Pets they where designed to be. they wanted someone to guide them, show them how to act, what to do, how to behave. just like a dog in training, they where happy to do anything that would make their master happy. she blinked as he spooned her up a healthy portion and she beamed at him as she examined her very nice portion of food. he was right though, Milk did not settle well with most anthro, though many of them did enjoy Soy Milk and other products. she did beam at him when he gave her his order, the only sign that he was doing things right... frankly, she was so blinding in her glee that he probobly didn't need another sign.

she blinked, looking a little startled at his Moan before she giggled a little and took a few dainty bites of her own. "oh i would like that!" she breathed, her eyes wide and delighted. "we will also stop at the pet store, to get me a Collar, to have me.. uhm..." here she paused. "so that people legally know that i belong to you. and a book or two that you will want to read." legally, he DID have to register as his pet within five days of purchase or claimant. so long as he claimed her, no one else could steal her. him having all of her papers would make that process a great deal easier. "i would love to come with you!" she gasped, looking positively elated. "we'll have to make a makeshift leash and collar though, people will talk if i'm left to run free, no matter how well behaved i am." she admitted with a nod as she examined him a little. "Master, don't you find me Physically attractive?" she asked suddenly. "you haven't tried to have sex with me yet..." she admitted, looking honestly puzzled. "don't you like sex? i like sex." she admitted with a nod. in fact, she loved sex. and being bossed about too. it was one of the only things she'd loved about her previous master, he loved to make her drop to her knees and suck him off, and she'd loved it too. "i am here to see to your every need after all, and sex is a need isn't it?"