Story Notes:
Roy is © Stranger24 (AKA Cobalt380) - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/stranger24The Furret belongs to both of us. >:3Hope you enjoy the story.
Cobalt380's Turn
My back to the wall, I watched my wet slave struggle to get up. He was so spent that he could hardly stand up straight, so he insisted on crawling. The light of our little "play" area was mere inches away from where I stood barely gave me enough room to remain invisble in the darkness where he couldn't see me. I watched the furry creature slowly creep his way along the floor, after removing the rigged cockring and placing it in my box of tools I acquired especially to use for him, along with the toy. Sweat dripped off his tail as the inched his way back outside, into the night.
My slave was quite loyal, and always put his toys back where they belong. I liked that about him. Being a furret, he was always very jumpy and nervous. It pleases me to see him so vulnerable to me. I knew every little aspect of his fuzzy body, and knew every point that would arouse him, and to what extent. I eyed over the points, reviewing it in my mind while he slowly stood and padded out the entrance. I watched him shiver from the frigid wind, while I heard him mumbling to himself. My ears twitched a bit to get a better input.
"I love my master... he's so kind... treats me well... must find somewhere warm.."
Though I controlled him entirely for my bidding, I actually cared quite deeply for him. I chose to overpower and enslave him in order to make him happy with me, without showing weakness on my part. Love... it makes us all soft-hearted, weak, but I have to be strong.
I turned away and shrugged it off, stepping deeper into my chamber. I murred to myself as I flicked off the light and imagined his spent body over and over again in my head. That fur, those ears, and the collar is such a nice touch. Though I can't give him entire credit, I've done well raising him to be a wonderful and obedient pet.
I smiled while I stepped deeper into the void of the cave, and went back to the spot I knew for many nights. A pile of the softest feathers, that I had always slept on. Even after all this time it was still as soft as ever. No matter how bad I felt for leaving him out in the cold, I could get a good night's sleep in this comfort.
I sat upon it, leaning my back to the rock wall and crossing my arms. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Another succesful night...
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During my deep sleep, my wet dream was accompanied by an annoying ringing. I sat up straight and opened my eyes. Still black... I must not have slept for long. But something was different.
I sniffed around, and stood staight up. There was a strong scent of sweat and musk, and I knew exactly who it had belonged to.
"Why are you in my chamber while I sleep!? Leave at once... How dare you wake me!" I scolded.
There was a soft whimpering accompanied by the sound of low breaths and shivering. "But I... heard the bell.. and.. I-I thought... I'm sorry Master!"
"Hardly! I never touched that bell. You must have done it as an excuse. did you not!?" I stomped my foot, and small bolts of electricity shot up from the ground. For a moment I saw his face, white with fear and the cold. He looked as though he were in great pain.
"No Master... I would never disobey you... M-may I.. state my reason..?" He asked quietly. I sensed the terror in his voice, and it was cracking before tears shed from his eyes.
I sighed, thinking I may have been too harsh. "You may..."
"Well.. I-I was c-cold.. I thought... I thought Master was being generous... and calling me for a place to sleep.. I was wrong to think it. I'll go back into the cold now..." The sound of his paws hitting the ground echoed softly in the cave.
"But that doesn't explain the..." Before I could finish, a cold wind blew in heavily, and the sound of the bell ringing outside could be heard. I stopped for a moment. Oh no... I forgot to bring the bell in...
As the wind came through I closed my eyes and braced myself. I opened them again to watch the silhouette of the furret tip over and collapse to the ground. He had been taught not to cry, but I assumed that in this time, if he could, he would have. There was nothing more I could do, but I had to think of something to say so that way I didn't sound too caring.
I rushed over to him and picked him up slowly. "Quit that, I know you're stronger. But I can't have my slave dying out there. There would be no one to do my bidding, now would there?"
I felt him shaking violently in my arms. He spoke softly, "No Master... only me..."
I carried him over to my bed without saying so much as a few more words. I laid him down and sat next to him. I stared at where he lay, trying to focus as my eyes adjusted to see him in my wake. His eyes were half open, and he was panting fairly quickly. I heard pain in his breaths and I bit my lip, trying to figure out what to do with him.
"Y-you're over reacting... Settle down.. you can stay with me tonight..." I said, hesitantly.
I heard a deep breath accompanied by a sigh in his cute voice. "Th-thank you... Master..."
I grabbed a hold of the rope that was connected to the bell, and pulled tightly on it until I felt it dragging across the ground. I watched its shadow come inside the cave, and I stopped tugging when it was half way in to where we lay.
I leaned back against the wall, and pet his head softly. But I quickly withdrew my hand and gasped a bit. He was cold as ice.
"P-pet? A-are you alright?" I spoke with a slight tone of concern, unintentionally.
I felt him quickly sit up and watched as his face came right close to mine. It was almost terrifying, seeing his beady eyes and pale face so close to mine in the dark. It was like looking at a ghost face-to-face.
"You're c-concerned for me? M-M-M-m...." His eyes closed as he collapsed forward on top of me. I gasped again and held him close, instantly disbanding my ego.
"Oh shit. Are you okay!? Speak to me Alex... please." I held his frozen body tightly, feeling for a pulse. He was still breathing down my neck, I knew he was alive. Maybe he just fell asleep...
I kept my arms embracing him tightly, ignoring the icy feel of his body. I rubbed his back softly, but quickly, trying to get some friction.
I laid him down again, and took myself down with him onto the feathery bed. I licked his face briefly before speaking again. "Alex... please be ok..." I never believed it would come to this, but my own eyes had shed tears, for the very first time with him.
I stared directly at his eyes, begging for them to open. I pushed my body closer to his, and embraced him tighter. My nose met his and I continued to stare at his closed eyes. I felt his soft breaths go into my mouth, while I tasted a stale taste of my own cum in the air. I paid no mind though, it wasn't important. I wrapped my short legs around him to hold him close to the best of my ability, while I used my forepaws to rub his face. I caressed his cheeks and continued looking at his eyes. I wondered if I was even helping at all.
Now wasn't the time to be dominant like usual. If I didn't do this, I would have no slave to hump, to call mine, to love...
I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek to his, turning my head slightly for direct contact. I continued to pet his head and rub his face, trying to get warmth back into his head before... before... I didn't even want to think about it.
Every so often I looked back at his eyes to see if they were open, and felt for breath. Nothing changed much, only I got colder, unless he was getting slightly warmer.
I couldn't wait any longer... I was about to give up and try sleeping, hoping that everything would be okay in the morning. If he were to die here.. I only had one chance to do something I had always wanted to do. I stared him directly in the eyes, still hoping for them to open, while my own began to blur my vision with the salty leakage. I began to weep softly, and I tried speaking again.
"Please, wake up. Alex, please... I need you.. Alex..." I held his cheeks firmly, and closed my eyes as I leant forward more. I got closer to his adorable face than I ever had been before, and softly pressed my warm lips to his cold ones. I did not pull back, but I wrapped my paws around his sides and held him in my arms. If he were to die, he were to die in my arms, and that's that.
It lasted for what seemed like forever, and I was about to fall asleep. Being with eachother as long as we were, we had not kissed once. Not once. It was sad, because I had him convinced that he were to do my bidding and that was his only purpose to me. If I showed him loving affection, it would make me look weak, and I could not have that happen. But now, it didn't matter.
I felt myself drifting off slowly, and my lips slowly relaxed and were drawing farther from his. My consciousness faded slowly, but then returned quickly when I heard a small grunt. I opened my eyes to look at him. His pale face now having color returning to them, his eyelids quivered as he slowly opened them to looks back into mine. I backed my head away slowly, hoping that he didn't notice what I had done. I just stared wide-eyed. It was evident that I was crying, and it was inevitable what he was going to say.
"M-master... you haven't called me by my first name since we last slept in this bed together... about a year a-ago..." He was right. I hadn't... I guess we got too far into this whole master/pet thing.. though we both enjoyed it very much. It's hard surpressing love for an entire year without saying anything about it.
"A-and M-m-master..." He licked my tears up softly. "Did you just... kiss me..?"
My eyes looked over him very quickly, watching him return to normal slowly. I had realized what I had done, and perhaps I should reward him with more proper things rather than sexual things all the time.. He is still a living thing..
For the first time in forever, I actually blushed too. I was speechless at this point.
"Master? Your face is red... are you okay?" He licked my face again. I shut my eyes, feeling his warm, wet tongue glide over my hot blush. I couldn't bear it. Everytime he showed affection, it got to me.. That's why I usually perferred to keep things purely pleasurable.. not sensual.
It was too much for me to handle. I couldn't keep up the act forever... so I might as well let it go... somewhat..
I couldn't say anything... I was losing my mind. I closed my eyes tightly and pressed my lips to his again, murring loudly. I felt that it was wrong.. I liked manipulating him. I hope this doesn't change anything. I became embarrassed when he didn't really kiss back, but he spoke muffled in my lips. "Umm... Mashter.. what er you doing?"
I broke away and felt tears well up. But now was not the time to be emotional. I am his Master! I am superior! I have a repuation to uphold, and I will prove it.. "Shut up slave, and kiss me!" I gripped his shoulders tightly and turned him over onto his back while I got on top of him. I put my legs on the ground on either side of him and sat on his belly. My feisty paws slipped under his arms and around to his back while I pulled him up and forced his face to meet mine at the lips.
He closed his eyes and kissed back without question, going "Mmm..." as I did so. I squeezed the fur on his back to show dominance, proving that he was my own. I opened and closed my mouth over his, tugging a little and making his lips follow mine. I tilted my head sideways and pressed my nose against his cheek, pushing my lips hard against him. I leant forward, bringing him to the ground again and pushed his head against the feathery cloud beneath us. With every action I made, he abided and adapted with pleasure.
Suddenly, I heard a strange noise followed by the furret's body twitching. I opened by eyes to see his face suddenly jerk forward and his nose bumped into my face. An odd substance appeared in my mouth and I moved off of him instantly. I stood up and backed away a little, taking a paw up to my mouth to wipe the ominous-tasting fluid off on it.
I kept a pile of sticks back in the darkness for an emergency light, and now was the time to use it. Without even looking, I reached out my opposite arm and zapped the emergency pile, lighting up the area. The smell became familiar the moment I noticed what it was. "B-blood...?" My whole body quivered in fear. I dared to look up at him.
He had not moved, but there was dried blood tattered in his fur, along with the fresh that he just coughed up. His mouth was still open from the kiss, and I watched his fuzzy chest rise and fall with his quick breaths. My eyes gaped open as I rushed to his side, on my knees and bending over him. One of my paws went under his upper back, near his neck, and lifted him up softly. While the other was wrapped around him. "Alex... Alex! What happened!? Oh no..."
I felt his heart beating strong, and looked at his face while his eyes were shut. His breath reeked of blood and came out in short, warm bursts. How did I not notice before? I used my unsupporting paw to wipe the blood from his mouth, while tears began streaming down my face. I felt the strain in my eyes as my vision became blurred again. I took him over my shoulder while my body jerked and I sobbed over him. I held him tight to me, and he embraced me back with weakening strength.
Even through the pain, he managed to murr and whisper to me lovingly. I felt his nose nuzzle the base of my ear while he said with a silent, vulnerable voice, "Master... I love you..."
I shook my head vigorously, denying everything that was happening. This is too dramatic, too... comical.. Why is this happening? I opened my eyes and watched in horror as his grip loosened on me and he began slipping out of my arms. I caught him quickly, and laid him back down onto the bed gently. My whole body became cold as I shook violently, continuing to pitifully weep and slowly back away from him. I wiped my tears, but more appeared. And for the split second that my vision returned to me, I saw him. I saw his loving smile, and his adorable, innocent face.
I relaxed everso slightly at the wonderful sight. I had not once been so happy to see him. I guess after all this time of being his loving, yet sexual master, I had grown very attached to him. We never did anything romantic or anything due to my overego, so I guess I never really realized what he meant to me. I never had a chance to express my feelings, because I didn't think they existed. And yet this one time... The one time I was more happy to see him than ever, I only now noticed how happy he was to have passed in my arms...
My face was wet with sweat and tears, the sweat going into my eyes and burning them, making me cry more. But I didn't care. This was not true. This couldn't be possible.. not now. I can fix this.. I know I can. I needed time to think, but there was no time left. I couldn't let this happen, not for the life of him, or me for that matter. Upon impulse, I laid down slowly, shifting my bottom to aim my head to rest on his chest. I wrapped my paws around him softly, still sobbing harshly. I nearly cried myself to sleep, but it wasn't until the moment I closed my eyes that I realized something. My head had been moving, as if something was bumping into it from the side. I thought at first that it was my reflexes from inhaling so sharply frequently, causing my body to jump. I had been wrong..
It was a constant feeling, strong and well. It had carried on after my sobbing slowly subsided and I suddenly stopped everything I was doing. My paws retracted from behind him as I pushed myself up to hover over him, placing them on his chest to hold me up. It was as I hoped. The feeling was a heartbeat! I felt an adrenaline rush, and looked over his body quickly to look for signs of life. Surely enough, this whole time he had been breathing, his chest rising and falling like always, and his heart beating. But he was seemingly unconscious.
A grin widened over my face as I cried again, in happiness by his vitality. I had to do something though, so I constantly checked for symptoms. I released my grip and moved off of him, sitting by his side and kneading his fur. I leant over him and pressed my paws lightly on him in various places, starting with his belly. I let my body weight slowly put pressure into it, as I pushed lightly and spread my paws apart, feeling for any fresh blood or scars of any sort.
I continued as such for what seems like hours, moving from his belly, down to his legs and all along his tail. Followed by his torso, arms, neck and then all around his head. As I did so, I lightly scratched dried blood from his matted fur, to keep him somewhat clean. Nothing yet. I sighed in relief as I turned him over onto his side slowly. Every few moments I checked to make sure he was still breathing, and watched his facial expression to see if there was pain of any sort. As of yet, there was no wounds, or nothing of physical harm. I continued on his back and even down near his rump. Regardless of the awkwardness or sadness of the moment, I had a stern and serious look upon me. My tears had stopped, as I was in complete focus now. I went back up to his neck, and the back of his head. I made sure every inch of his fragile body was investigated before calling the conclusion that he was not injured.
I pulled him back over onto his back and sighed deeply. Warmth was still being given off from him, which was a good sign, but I noticed after a while that he began to sweat a little. As I noticed, so did I, but in anxiety. I only wished he would just wake up again. Near my bed was a bucket filled to the brim with water, which I kept for emergencies, like the fire. I looked over to where the pile of sticks was, and realized it had burnt out completely. I scratched my head vividly, trying to figure out what was the source of light. I finally realized that it was the outside. Sunrise was nearing by the second. How long had I been tending to him? Hours? I shook my head quickly, getting myself back in concentration. Everything I did was crucial, and I needed to help him. Soon, I heard his breathing out loud. He must be feverish. I turned back to him and felt his forehead lightly, but quickly withdrew my paw in surprise. He was burning up badly, and I began seeing strain in his shut eyes.
I had found and washed a cloth a few weeks ago, and had been using that to clean myself up after our little playtime that we had on a regular basis. I never used this water though, I always went to the nearby creek. I quickly snatched it and submerged it in the cool water. I didn't wait long befure I wrung it out and placed it gently over his forehead. I watched the water slowly drip down under his ears, and lost my focus for a moment. I licked my lips again, finding them to be quite dry when I realized that the furrier creature may be thirsty. I kept a small wooden container with me here for drinking from, and I jumped up so I could scurry around and find it. After looking through various "Toyboxes" and areas that I usually stayed in, I realized it was right behind the bucket of water. I smacked my head stupidly and rushed over to fill it up and give it to him. When I was sitting next to him holding the container, I pondered how I could give it to him. Usually when someone's asleep during sickness, they can still swallow... right?
I noticed his breathing had gotten back to normal, which was a good thing. But I began to hear strain and slight wheeze, telling me his throat was dry. "I don't know how long he's gonna be out for... but I don't have a choice, I have to try and hope that he drinks this..." I leant over him and held the liquid near his face. "I have no idea if this will work... Alex, if you can hear me, I'm going to give you some water now okay? Please don't be alarmed... I'm here to help." I felt silly talking to someone who was unresponsive, but it wasn't like I had a choice. I had to make sure he wouldn't drown in this. I raised him upright with my paw on his back, making sure not to raise him too high for the cloth to drop. I held the edge to his open mouth, and began to pour it slowly, hoping to see if he'd swallow at least a little of it. I felt the sweat leak down my face while I watched intently, hoping to see him swallow it. His breathing stayed as it was, but it was as if I didn't even pour water into him. I stared patiently, waiting for something to happen.
Still nothing, so I continued to tip the container into his open maw slowly. I let it flow constantly, but slowly, and after a short time he closed his mouth and I quickly drew the container back. I watched his jaw shift a little as I heard a gulp, and his maw reopened for him to breathe again. I sighed in relief, "Oh thank god... at least his body is still reacting properly." I continued to feed him the water, slowly pouring it until he closed his mouth, and waiting patiently for him to catch his breath before doing it again. It was a process of about 20 minutes until the entire container was dry, but it was worth the wait.
I placed the container to my opposite side and sat beside him, watching. Watching his body work to keep him alive on the inside, while I did all I could from the outside. I looked over his body again, and noticed the dry blood still. It was only on his front, so I knew that it must all have been from coughing it up. I rubbed my paws through his fur often, and realized that I should probably clean him up. Very carefully, I bent my head low to his body, and lapped my tongue all along his fur. I cleaned and cleaned to the best of my ability, trying to use my tongue coarsely so I got it all out. When I couldn't bear the stale taste of blood, I took a drink of water and spat it out away from us, as I went back to tending to him. As I licked, I closed my eyes. This was the first time either of our tongues were used on the other without being sexual. It was nice for a change. I did not stop until his fur was back at it's softest, unmatted and warm with his body.
When I was done, I sat with my back to him, but with my upper body turned to look at his face. Time to time I checked everything again, listening carefully to his breathing, trying to tell if anything was wrong. When his breathing became harder, I flipped the cloth or redampened it. When it became coarse and rough-sounding, I gave him water. When his stomach gurgled, I had a stash of emergency berry rations that I chewed for him and pressed my mouth to his to let him swallow it. Throughout the time that he didn't need anything, I sat next to him and held onto his paw, caressing it softly and watching him sleep.
...This continued for several days...
Everytime water was empty, I would rush to the creek and keep an eye on the cave, making sure nothing went in or out. And if I ran low on food, there were berry tree and bushes all around the cave entrance. I ate and drank at the same times he did, but gave him double the share that I gave myself. I often spoke to him, knowing he wouldn't talk back. I would say things like, "I really miss you, I hope you wake up soon." and "I'm here for you, everything will be okay. I promise" and "I wish you could hear me, I want to know how much I really do love you..." I would often recall past memories we've had together, and talk to myself about them, but then realize that almost all of them have to do with our sexual relationship. I didn't feel right anymore. If he were awake, I would love him, not fuck him. But then again, it was always really nice... Maybe we can make a compromise.
I spent every waking second by his side, and the only way I could sleep was by listening to his heartbeat, knowing in happiness that he was okay.
So here I am now, Day 6 in the late afternoon, down by the creek collecting water like I usually do. I placed the bucket down into the flowing creek, letting water fill it before I lifted it up with both paws, carrying it back. I watched the bucket, making sure I had it steadied and wouldn't drop it. Then I looked up to watch where I was walking. What I saw right in front of me had me speechless, as I stopped in my tracks and accidentally dropped the bucket onto the ground. I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, standing upright on his hind legs, but leaning against the wall with his paw while he walked out slowly. I could hear him speaking clearly, no strain, no weakness. "Master? Where is my master?"
I ignored the pail and rushed over to him. "Oh, Master! There you a-" I cut him off and instantly swept him off his feet, picking him up and holding him in my arms.
"What are you doing out of bed? Please, you only just woke up... you need rest." I carried him back into the depths, and set him down back on the bed. I felt his forehead for his fever, but there was none.
"M-muh-master? What are you doing?" He wagged his tail in happiness. "Why am I in your cave? Is it time to please you again already?" I watched a smile form on his face, and it brought me to tears.
I smiled back at him. "Not this time. How are you feeling? Are you ok?" I took my paw off and sat next to him like I always had, holding onto his like before.
"I feel fine. Just tired.. but.. Are you okay, Master? You never ask me things like this. Nor am I allowed in here unless you're doing something with me." He looked down at our paws, touching. "And you're... umm.. holding my paw... Master... You told me I wasn't allowed to.." He spoke softly with a blush.
I let go slowly, my smile fading. He didn't remember a thing... After all I went through, and now that I feel like this. He has to go and not remember.. At least he's alive though, which I am grateful for. I wiped my tears away and stared at the wall away from him. I couldn't believe it. After all I went through... nothing... and the way he kissed me back that night...
I stopped as I felt my arm being lifted while he stuck his nose through. His head popped out under my arm from beside me, and he proceeded to lean and nuzzle against my belly. My arm slipped off of him while he brought his face up close to mine. He stared at me with those big.. cute.. blue eyes... I blushed a little, and like I assumed, felt vulnerable and weak, due to love. I wanted to close my eyes, but resisted showing more signs of weakness.
I almost began crying, I wanted to kiss him so badly, and he was just so close to me, staring. I watched his eyes shut as he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek, and then backing away and laying his head down in my lap. "It's ok Master. I remember everything..." He said, purring softly. I couldn't help but pet his head. "I even heard everything you said when you took care of me..." I stopped petting him.
"R-really?" I hoped he didn't look up at me while I felt my face burn with blush, but sure enough, he did.
He stood directly in front of me and arched his back a bit, pawing at my chest while he looked up at my face. He nodded and blinked. "Yes Master! And I am grateful to have such a kind and caring Master like you." There was that innocent smile again. That smile killed me.
"B-but.. umm... you do know that even though I want to... be... umm.. with.. like.. um.. I'll always be your Master no matter what happens. You still belong to me." I said while I tugged gently on his collar. I ended up losing my balance and tipping over backwards onto the feathery bed. Feathers slipped out from underneath me and flew up a bit. He landed right on top of me with his paws on my torso, and he giggled a little. My blush persisted, and the heat that the bridge of my nose was giving off was starting to make me nauseous.
"Master.. Don't worry, I know you love me. I love you too... and I'll still obey your every command without question." He said shyly, kneading my fur softly.
I smiled, and found opportunity in this situation. "Then I order you to kiss me, and you must lo-" I got cut off by his lips instantly meeting mine. I didn't even want to finish speaking, and I closed my eyes slowly.
His paws were on my shoulders, gripping softly while his tail twirled around mine. He snugged himself close to my body and murred softly. I was somewhat surprised, but took action immediately. I persisted to wrap my paws around his back and pull him closer, and I decided to kiss back.
He didn't even wait, and wanted to progress swiftly while his tongue squished its way into my mouth. He vigorously pressed it around the walls of my mouth, moaning quietly after pulling my saliva into his mouth and swallowing it. I noticed soon that I hadn't been doing anything. It was all him. Was he.. dominating me?
I instinctively kicked my legs up straight up into the air, while they straddled his hips. It gave my tail more room to move, by shifting my lower body upward and releasing all of my tail right down to the base. My soft footpaws rubbed his hips, and I finally decided to show a bit less submission. My tongue fought baack with his as it pushed back into his mouth, and it was my turn to drink. One of my paws slipped up to the back of his head, pulling it down while I cocked my head to the side to press in further. I anxiously reached my tongue down his throat, and felt his throat expand and vibrate while he moaned around it. I flipped my tongue upside down to taste his. The moment I got the wonderful taste of his saliva, I had to pull it back and swallow it. A wrestling match began at the bridge of our mouths, and we fought over dominance, while he quickly took hold of the situation by gripping my sides hard. I had to break the kiss to gasp for air, the moment I felt his groin hump into mine. I had never been dominated before, but I was liking it.
He didn't give me much time to breathe, before forcing me back into the deep kiss. I tried to catch my breath through my nose, panting hard while he continued to slowly rub against my crotch. I opened an eye slowly, watching his raised rump move forward, up, back, and then down and forward again. He continued his circular thrusting motion everso slowly, but effectively. I don't know what compelled him to think he had control, but it was utterly arousing. It looked as though he were actually thrusting into me, which turned me on to no end. His member poked out and ended up shoving itself into my own sheath, spreading it slightly while it prodded at my concealed tip. I wanted to stop him to tell him what to do, as his Master, and command him. But, I was far too occupied and moaning in pleasure that I could hardly breathe, let alone speak.
He coaxed my cock out with ease, and finally decided to create air between our lips, moving his face down to lap at my neck lightly. As my member came out, he slowed his humping and laid our throbbing and enlarging lengths along one another before continuing to shift his hips in that circular motion that I loved so dearly. Only this time, when he went forward he pushed down, squishing me against my belly while drops of pre were assisted out of my swelling sac. I took the time to try and breathe, but couldn't just as well while my attempts were cut off by my own pleasure sounds. This was too much...
I felt the two hot rods slicken up with the mixed liquids, while his pace was quickened and intensified. I couldn't take being submissive for much longer, it was time to make my move. "P-pet! Stop at once!" I said through my breaths. His suckling and humping stopped abruptly and he brought his face back up to look me in the eyes.
"Did i do something wrong Master?" he asked with his adorable, high voice.
"Yes, you forgot that I control the situation..." I stared into his eyes and found myself wanting to watch his hips move again. Our cocks throbbed simulataneously with our hearts, by chance at the same split second. "...B-but, you've been such a good boy for me all this time. It's time I gave you a turn..." I watched as his eyes lit up with lust and happiness. "Sla-.. Alex... I order you to.. to take me.. And you must do a good job too! Show your Master what you can do.. please.." I pulled his face back down and pressed my lips to his cheek, before putting his head over my shoulder. My tongue drooled out over his back while I watched our tails dance. I noticed how his hips were locked in between mine perfectly, as if they belonged there like a puzzle piece. It felt right.
I felt his body jerk a bit while he audibly chuckled to himself. "A-as you wish... Master Roy.." he spoke into my ear with pure bliss. His paws went around to my back and squeezed me in a tight hug. I held back onto him and pet the back of his head softly. But what I didn't realize is that he wasn't doing it to hug me. I felt my body being lifted right up off of the ground. I looked back and forth while I clammered to feel the ground below me.
"Huh? Whoa! What are you doing!?" I held onto him tight while he lifted me upward, angling me at about 45 degrees while still holding on tight. Somehow I knew he wouldn't let go, at all. He began humping softly again my member again. I focused on the pleasure, murring loudly, and didn't notice the fuzzy warmth that slipped underneath me. He slowly lowered me back down, and I turned my head back to see his tail had been brought underneath me. He laid me down onto his fluffy tail, which caught every inch of my body If even curled at the end to support my head. It was so unbelievably comfortable. I thought I was going to pass out right away.
When we were back at ground level, he was forced to be positioned a little lower due to the weight on his tail, but he didn't seem to mind at all. It happened to get him in perfect aim of my tailhole, and I could feel the head of his member incredibly close to my tight pucker. My breaths came out in short, quick bursts while I naturally spoke "Chu" in between breaths. I was about to be taken, for the very first time, and I almost couldn't believe how I got to this point. He held his breath as I felt his grip soften from my back. I gasped out when I felt a string of of his pre-cum shoot out and hit the target dead on.
My own paws tightened around his body, and I continued to pant hard. Nothing had even happened yet, and already I was acting like I was having an anxiety attack. I felt his tongue lap at my neck slowly, and my body began to relax. I closed my eyes again and took in the heat, as well as the comfort in order to calm myself. My breathing slowed to a normal pace, and the cave fell silent. I laid my head back and let my senses free, accepting what was about to happen, and focused on enjoying it. Mine throbbed hard once.
It was at that moment that his seemingly motionless body began to move forward, and I watched his hips begin that motion again, but stopped immediately when reaching my entrance. I gasped out a little and opened my eyes, trying to remain calm. The feeling of it being touched had given off the weirdest sensation, and though it was foreign, I knew it was great. My ring began to spread slowly while he pushed his way in slowly, by the millimeter. The moment my anus was stretched to his thickness, I felt a hot, searing pain coarse through my veins. I yelped and tears instantly began forming in my eyes. It was been more pain than I have ever experience before, and it all happened in one exact motion. He brought his head back up to nuzzle and lick my face, cleaning my tears and hoping to calm me down. I was breathing heavily, and I groaned due to the unbearable pain. It was too much for me to handle. I wanted it out. But unfortunately I felt I had to suffer through it, because I was unable to speak at the time.
As it edged in more, my screams became more violent and painstaking. My ears rang and I felt sweatdrops form all over me. How did he handle this all these times? Maybe this was losing your virginity. My eyes were tightly shut now, and my mouth was dry from the intense inhaling. He had gotten maybe one inch in, and I was already wimping out. I didn't have a choice anyways.
He continued to push, with his attempts to comfort me by licking and kissing. He moaned at my tightness and gripped my body, pulling me down towards his hot cock. He spurted more of his fluids inside, which made it slightly easier each time. My harsh pain and agony stopped all in once instant as it got the half way point. I opened my eyes and saw his pity smile, knowing exactly what I was going through. It was as though it never hurt in the first place, now that I began feeling his warm wetness inside. I quickly grew to like it, and everytime my member throbbed, I felt my muscles tighten around his, trying to push it back out instinctively. My cries quickly changed to moans, while his tongue made its way close to my eyes to clear them of my sadness. Now that the pain was gone, it felt as though I were in agonizing pleasure. It was quite a handful, and I felt a tingling in my twitching member, pleasuring me more. At last he hilted, his thickness reaching my prostate barely. I continued to pant, and moan in absolute bliss while I looked over to see his rump curved low to get leverage into my own. Every aspect of him turned me on, and I couldn't help but want more.
I strained and moaned during his retraction, bringing the hilt to the tip. He didn't speak still, and began to pant as well. We moaned in unison as my prostate was prodded again, and my hole tightened around his meat. He began to pull out again, but only half way before thrusting his hips forward again, this time quickly enough to hit my prostate rather than touch it. A pleasurable feeling appeared deep down in a place that I didn't even know my body had, and my member reacted to it with a spurt of pre, but not every time he did it. It wasn't before long that his teasing had developed into a pace. He hilted and hit my prostate again and again, and I moaned out with every thrust. He stopped to reposition his legs and continued again, humping at an angle that allowed him to reach deeper. He began that circular motion once again, only as he did it, it increased my feeling with each push inside. He came up from a lower angle, thrusting in and then lifting himself up, causing his tip to rub my prostate after hitting it, and then pulling out half way again to start that over. The rhythm seemed tiring, but he managed to keep it up very wonderfully.
His moaning became more frequent, along with his thrusts. His head rested on my chest while his paws squeezed around my body tightly, allowing him to thrust as he willed without me moving. The smell of sweat and musk filled the air again, and I continued to moan. Each hit contained a new feeling, as the pleasure actually continued to rise and rise with the next hilt. In this method, he was able to keep me used to the thickness but increase his pace often. Now he was going in and out about 3 times per second, and yet the feeling did not stop rising. Soon I couldn't take it anymore, the feeling became too good. And everytime I thought it couldn't get better, it did. My moans became screams again, though not in pain, but absolute pleasure. Once he had gotten to his fastest, he persisted to pull out a little more each time, allowing his thrusts to become much harder. My mouth hung open, saliva drooling out the side while I couldn't stop moaning louder and louder. Everything became blurred and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt myself spurt out pre almost once per thrust now, without reaching orgasm. I could not handle it at all, yet I was forced to. I heard his breaths become a grunt and he began slamming at his absolute hardest. I felt his furry sac slap against my bum with every hit. It was almost time, and both of us knew it.
"Ah... Ooooh... Chuuu!" I was first to go with my first no-touch orgasm. I screamed out at the top of my lungs while my balls were emptied out in between our bodies. My body was drenched in sweat and my cum shot out in thick, long bursts. The pleasure nearly doubled by then, and I heard his strains while he was getting dangerously close as well. There wasn't a time I could take in air without moaning out, and as my orgasm came, my muscles inside tightened extremely hard around his own hotness. He yelled out "Master!" In his moan while he thrusted one more time as deep as his small hips could take him. When that wasn't enough for him, he pulled my body down towards him as hard as he could, trying to force more in when there wasn't any more to force. I felt his liquids drench my insides, creating a deep warmth inside that I moaned to. It was unlike anything I had experienced before, and it was far beyond my own limits.
Our moans and pants persisted for quite a few minutes, and I shivered as the cool air breezed across my soaked body. I swallowed hard and loosened my grip on him, letting my arms fall to my sides. His arms came out from underneath me, and he held onto my paws while his head lifted to look me in the eyes. I returned the gaze, and sighed happily as we both watched eachother with our tongues hanging out. We moved closer to eachother, making sure not to let his cock fall out, and our tongues touched weakly. I curled mine under his and lifted it up into his mouth, bringing my lips back to meet his while I closed my eyes. I tugged on his collar while the tag jingled with the rest of the metal on it. I moaned again into the kiss, and rubbed his paws softly as felt the world around us fade away, leaving the two of us there to sleep alone. "Alex, my pet?" I spoke quietly. "I love you..."
You can only lose it once, and I couldn't be happier giving it to anyone else. Now, when we go for walks. Instead of holding his leash, I hold his paw.Chapter End Notes:Don't forget to rate and comment, any praise towards Roy WILL be delivered by me
My slave was quite loyal, and always put his toys back where they belong. I liked that about him. Being a furret, he was always very jumpy and nervous. It pleases me to see him so vulnerable to me. I knew every little aspect of his fuzzy body, and knew every point that would arouse him, and to what extent. I eyed over the points, reviewing it in my mind while he slowly stood and padded out the entrance. I watched him shiver from the frigid wind, while I heard him mumbling to himself. My ears twitched a bit to get a better input.
"I love my master... he's so kind... treats me well... must find somewhere warm.."
Though I controlled him entirely for my bidding, I actually cared quite deeply for him. I chose to overpower and enslave him in order to make him happy with me, without showing weakness on my part. Love... it makes us all soft-hearted, weak, but I have to be strong.
I turned away and shrugged it off, stepping deeper into my chamber. I murred to myself as I flicked off the light and imagined his spent body over and over again in my head. That fur, those ears, and the collar is such a nice touch. Though I can't give him entire credit, I've done well raising him to be a wonderful and obedient pet.
I smiled while I stepped deeper into the void of the cave, and went back to the spot I knew for many nights. A pile of the softest feathers, that I had always slept on. Even after all this time it was still as soft as ever. No matter how bad I felt for leaving him out in the cold, I could get a good night's sleep in this comfort.
I sat upon it, leaning my back to the rock wall and crossing my arms. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Another succesful night...
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During my deep sleep, my wet dream was accompanied by an annoying ringing. I sat up straight and opened my eyes. Still black... I must not have slept for long. But something was different.
I sniffed around, and stood staight up. There was a strong scent of sweat and musk, and I knew exactly who it had belonged to.
"Why are you in my chamber while I sleep!? Leave at once... How dare you wake me!" I scolded.
There was a soft whimpering accompanied by the sound of low breaths and shivering. "But I... heard the bell.. and.. I-I thought... I'm sorry Master!"
"Hardly! I never touched that bell. You must have done it as an excuse. did you not!?" I stomped my foot, and small bolts of electricity shot up from the ground. For a moment I saw his face, white with fear and the cold. He looked as though he were in great pain.
"No Master... I would never disobey you... M-may I.. state my reason..?" He asked quietly. I sensed the terror in his voice, and it was cracking before tears shed from his eyes.
I sighed, thinking I may have been too harsh. "You may..."
"Well.. I-I was c-cold.. I thought... I thought Master was being generous... and calling me for a place to sleep.. I was wrong to think it. I'll go back into the cold now..." The sound of his paws hitting the ground echoed softly in the cave.
"But that doesn't explain the..." Before I could finish, a cold wind blew in heavily, and the sound of the bell ringing outside could be heard. I stopped for a moment. Oh no... I forgot to bring the bell in...
As the wind came through I closed my eyes and braced myself. I opened them again to watch the silhouette of the furret tip over and collapse to the ground. He had been taught not to cry, but I assumed that in this time, if he could, he would have. There was nothing more I could do, but I had to think of something to say so that way I didn't sound too caring.
I rushed over to him and picked him up slowly. "Quit that, I know you're stronger. But I can't have my slave dying out there. There would be no one to do my bidding, now would there?"
I felt him shaking violently in my arms. He spoke softly, "No Master... only me..."
I carried him over to my bed without saying so much as a few more words. I laid him down and sat next to him. I stared at where he lay, trying to focus as my eyes adjusted to see him in my wake. His eyes were half open, and he was panting fairly quickly. I heard pain in his breaths and I bit my lip, trying to figure out what to do with him.
"Y-you're over reacting... Settle down.. you can stay with me tonight..." I said, hesitantly.
I heard a deep breath accompanied by a sigh in his cute voice. "Th-thank you... Master..."
I grabbed a hold of the rope that was connected to the bell, and pulled tightly on it until I felt it dragging across the ground. I watched its shadow come inside the cave, and I stopped tugging when it was half way in to where we lay.
I leaned back against the wall, and pet his head softly. But I quickly withdrew my hand and gasped a bit. He was cold as ice.
"P-pet? A-are you alright?" I spoke with a slight tone of concern, unintentionally.
I felt him quickly sit up and watched as his face came right close to mine. It was almost terrifying, seeing his beady eyes and pale face so close to mine in the dark. It was like looking at a ghost face-to-face.
"You're c-concerned for me? M-M-M-m...." His eyes closed as he collapsed forward on top of me. I gasped again and held him close, instantly disbanding my ego.
"Oh shit. Are you okay!? Speak to me Alex... please." I held his frozen body tightly, feeling for a pulse. He was still breathing down my neck, I knew he was alive. Maybe he just fell asleep...
I kept my arms embracing him tightly, ignoring the icy feel of his body. I rubbed his back softly, but quickly, trying to get some friction.
I laid him down again, and took myself down with him onto the feathery bed. I licked his face briefly before speaking again. "Alex... please be ok..." I never believed it would come to this, but my own eyes had shed tears, for the very first time with him.
I stared directly at his eyes, begging for them to open. I pushed my body closer to his, and embraced him tighter. My nose met his and I continued to stare at his closed eyes. I felt his soft breaths go into my mouth, while I tasted a stale taste of my own cum in the air. I paid no mind though, it wasn't important. I wrapped my short legs around him to hold him close to the best of my ability, while I used my forepaws to rub his face. I caressed his cheeks and continued looking at his eyes. I wondered if I was even helping at all.
Now wasn't the time to be dominant like usual. If I didn't do this, I would have no slave to hump, to call mine, to love...
I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek to his, turning my head slightly for direct contact. I continued to pet his head and rub his face, trying to get warmth back into his head before... before... I didn't even want to think about it.
Every so often I looked back at his eyes to see if they were open, and felt for breath. Nothing changed much, only I got colder, unless he was getting slightly warmer.
I couldn't wait any longer... I was about to give up and try sleeping, hoping that everything would be okay in the morning. If he were to die here.. I only had one chance to do something I had always wanted to do. I stared him directly in the eyes, still hoping for them to open, while my own began to blur my vision with the salty leakage. I began to weep softly, and I tried speaking again.
"Please, wake up. Alex, please... I need you.. Alex..." I held his cheeks firmly, and closed my eyes as I leant forward more. I got closer to his adorable face than I ever had been before, and softly pressed my warm lips to his cold ones. I did not pull back, but I wrapped my paws around his sides and held him in my arms. If he were to die, he were to die in my arms, and that's that.
It lasted for what seemed like forever, and I was about to fall asleep. Being with eachother as long as we were, we had not kissed once. Not once. It was sad, because I had him convinced that he were to do my bidding and that was his only purpose to me. If I showed him loving affection, it would make me look weak, and I could not have that happen. But now, it didn't matter.
I felt myself drifting off slowly, and my lips slowly relaxed and were drawing farther from his. My consciousness faded slowly, but then returned quickly when I heard a small grunt. I opened my eyes to look at him. His pale face now having color returning to them, his eyelids quivered as he slowly opened them to looks back into mine. I backed my head away slowly, hoping that he didn't notice what I had done. I just stared wide-eyed. It was evident that I was crying, and it was inevitable what he was going to say.
"M-master... you haven't called me by my first name since we last slept in this bed together... about a year a-ago..." He was right. I hadn't... I guess we got too far into this whole master/pet thing.. though we both enjoyed it very much. It's hard surpressing love for an entire year without saying anything about it.
"A-and M-m-master..." He licked my tears up softly. "Did you just... kiss me..?"
My eyes looked over him very quickly, watching him return to normal slowly. I had realized what I had done, and perhaps I should reward him with more proper things rather than sexual things all the time.. He is still a living thing..
For the first time in forever, I actually blushed too. I was speechless at this point.
"Master? Your face is red... are you okay?" He licked my face again. I shut my eyes, feeling his warm, wet tongue glide over my hot blush. I couldn't bear it. Everytime he showed affection, it got to me.. That's why I usually perferred to keep things purely pleasurable.. not sensual.
It was too much for me to handle. I couldn't keep up the act forever... so I might as well let it go... somewhat..
I couldn't say anything... I was losing my mind. I closed my eyes tightly and pressed my lips to his again, murring loudly. I felt that it was wrong.. I liked manipulating him. I hope this doesn't change anything. I became embarrassed when he didn't really kiss back, but he spoke muffled in my lips. "Umm... Mashter.. what er you doing?"
I broke away and felt tears well up. But now was not the time to be emotional. I am his Master! I am superior! I have a repuation to uphold, and I will prove it.. "Shut up slave, and kiss me!" I gripped his shoulders tightly and turned him over onto his back while I got on top of him. I put my legs on the ground on either side of him and sat on his belly. My feisty paws slipped under his arms and around to his back while I pulled him up and forced his face to meet mine at the lips.
He closed his eyes and kissed back without question, going "Mmm..." as I did so. I squeezed the fur on his back to show dominance, proving that he was my own. I opened and closed my mouth over his, tugging a little and making his lips follow mine. I tilted my head sideways and pressed my nose against his cheek, pushing my lips hard against him. I leant forward, bringing him to the ground again and pushed his head against the feathery cloud beneath us. With every action I made, he abided and adapted with pleasure.
Suddenly, I heard a strange noise followed by the furret's body twitching. I opened by eyes to see his face suddenly jerk forward and his nose bumped into my face. An odd substance appeared in my mouth and I moved off of him instantly. I stood up and backed away a little, taking a paw up to my mouth to wipe the ominous-tasting fluid off on it.
I kept a pile of sticks back in the darkness for an emergency light, and now was the time to use it. Without even looking, I reached out my opposite arm and zapped the emergency pile, lighting up the area. The smell became familiar the moment I noticed what it was. "B-blood...?" My whole body quivered in fear. I dared to look up at him.
He had not moved, but there was dried blood tattered in his fur, along with the fresh that he just coughed up. His mouth was still open from the kiss, and I watched his fuzzy chest rise and fall with his quick breaths. My eyes gaped open as I rushed to his side, on my knees and bending over him. One of my paws went under his upper back, near his neck, and lifted him up softly. While the other was wrapped around him. "Alex... Alex! What happened!? Oh no..."
I felt his heart beating strong, and looked at his face while his eyes were shut. His breath reeked of blood and came out in short, warm bursts. How did I not notice before? I used my unsupporting paw to wipe the blood from his mouth, while tears began streaming down my face. I felt the strain in my eyes as my vision became blurred again. I took him over my shoulder while my body jerked and I sobbed over him. I held him tight to me, and he embraced me back with weakening strength.
Even through the pain, he managed to murr and whisper to me lovingly. I felt his nose nuzzle the base of my ear while he said with a silent, vulnerable voice, "Master... I love you..."
I shook my head vigorously, denying everything that was happening. This is too dramatic, too... comical.. Why is this happening? I opened my eyes and watched in horror as his grip loosened on me and he began slipping out of my arms. I caught him quickly, and laid him back down onto the bed gently. My whole body became cold as I shook violently, continuing to pitifully weep and slowly back away from him. I wiped my tears, but more appeared. And for the split second that my vision returned to me, I saw him. I saw his loving smile, and his adorable, innocent face.
I relaxed everso slightly at the wonderful sight. I had not once been so happy to see him. I guess after all this time of being his loving, yet sexual master, I had grown very attached to him. We never did anything romantic or anything due to my overego, so I guess I never really realized what he meant to me. I never had a chance to express my feelings, because I didn't think they existed. And yet this one time... The one time I was more happy to see him than ever, I only now noticed how happy he was to have passed in my arms...
My face was wet with sweat and tears, the sweat going into my eyes and burning them, making me cry more. But I didn't care. This was not true. This couldn't be possible.. not now. I can fix this.. I know I can. I needed time to think, but there was no time left. I couldn't let this happen, not for the life of him, or me for that matter. Upon impulse, I laid down slowly, shifting my bottom to aim my head to rest on his chest. I wrapped my paws around him softly, still sobbing harshly. I nearly cried myself to sleep, but it wasn't until the moment I closed my eyes that I realized something. My head had been moving, as if something was bumping into it from the side. I thought at first that it was my reflexes from inhaling so sharply frequently, causing my body to jump. I had been wrong..
It was a constant feeling, strong and well. It had carried on after my sobbing slowly subsided and I suddenly stopped everything I was doing. My paws retracted from behind him as I pushed myself up to hover over him, placing them on his chest to hold me up. It was as I hoped. The feeling was a heartbeat! I felt an adrenaline rush, and looked over his body quickly to look for signs of life. Surely enough, this whole time he had been breathing, his chest rising and falling like always, and his heart beating. But he was seemingly unconscious.
A grin widened over my face as I cried again, in happiness by his vitality. I had to do something though, so I constantly checked for symptoms. I released my grip and moved off of him, sitting by his side and kneading his fur. I leant over him and pressed my paws lightly on him in various places, starting with his belly. I let my body weight slowly put pressure into it, as I pushed lightly and spread my paws apart, feeling for any fresh blood or scars of any sort.
I continued as such for what seems like hours, moving from his belly, down to his legs and all along his tail. Followed by his torso, arms, neck and then all around his head. As I did so, I lightly scratched dried blood from his matted fur, to keep him somewhat clean. Nothing yet. I sighed in relief as I turned him over onto his side slowly. Every few moments I checked to make sure he was still breathing, and watched his facial expression to see if there was pain of any sort. As of yet, there was no wounds, or nothing of physical harm. I continued on his back and even down near his rump. Regardless of the awkwardness or sadness of the moment, I had a stern and serious look upon me. My tears had stopped, as I was in complete focus now. I went back up to his neck, and the back of his head. I made sure every inch of his fragile body was investigated before calling the conclusion that he was not injured.
I pulled him back over onto his back and sighed deeply. Warmth was still being given off from him, which was a good sign, but I noticed after a while that he began to sweat a little. As I noticed, so did I, but in anxiety. I only wished he would just wake up again. Near my bed was a bucket filled to the brim with water, which I kept for emergencies, like the fire. I looked over to where the pile of sticks was, and realized it had burnt out completely. I scratched my head vividly, trying to figure out what was the source of light. I finally realized that it was the outside. Sunrise was nearing by the second. How long had I been tending to him? Hours? I shook my head quickly, getting myself back in concentration. Everything I did was crucial, and I needed to help him. Soon, I heard his breathing out loud. He must be feverish. I turned back to him and felt his forehead lightly, but quickly withdrew my paw in surprise. He was burning up badly, and I began seeing strain in his shut eyes.
I had found and washed a cloth a few weeks ago, and had been using that to clean myself up after our little playtime that we had on a regular basis. I never used this water though, I always went to the nearby creek. I quickly snatched it and submerged it in the cool water. I didn't wait long befure I wrung it out and placed it gently over his forehead. I watched the water slowly drip down under his ears, and lost my focus for a moment. I licked my lips again, finding them to be quite dry when I realized that the furrier creature may be thirsty. I kept a small wooden container with me here for drinking from, and I jumped up so I could scurry around and find it. After looking through various "Toyboxes" and areas that I usually stayed in, I realized it was right behind the bucket of water. I smacked my head stupidly and rushed over to fill it up and give it to him. When I was sitting next to him holding the container, I pondered how I could give it to him. Usually when someone's asleep during sickness, they can still swallow... right?
I noticed his breathing had gotten back to normal, which was a good thing. But I began to hear strain and slight wheeze, telling me his throat was dry. "I don't know how long he's gonna be out for... but I don't have a choice, I have to try and hope that he drinks this..." I leant over him and held the liquid near his face. "I have no idea if this will work... Alex, if you can hear me, I'm going to give you some water now okay? Please don't be alarmed... I'm here to help." I felt silly talking to someone who was unresponsive, but it wasn't like I had a choice. I had to make sure he wouldn't drown in this. I raised him upright with my paw on his back, making sure not to raise him too high for the cloth to drop. I held the edge to his open mouth, and began to pour it slowly, hoping to see if he'd swallow at least a little of it. I felt the sweat leak down my face while I watched intently, hoping to see him swallow it. His breathing stayed as it was, but it was as if I didn't even pour water into him. I stared patiently, waiting for something to happen.
Still nothing, so I continued to tip the container into his open maw slowly. I let it flow constantly, but slowly, and after a short time he closed his mouth and I quickly drew the container back. I watched his jaw shift a little as I heard a gulp, and his maw reopened for him to breathe again. I sighed in relief, "Oh thank god... at least his body is still reacting properly." I continued to feed him the water, slowly pouring it until he closed his mouth, and waiting patiently for him to catch his breath before doing it again. It was a process of about 20 minutes until the entire container was dry, but it was worth the wait.
I placed the container to my opposite side and sat beside him, watching. Watching his body work to keep him alive on the inside, while I did all I could from the outside. I looked over his body again, and noticed the dry blood still. It was only on his front, so I knew that it must all have been from coughing it up. I rubbed my paws through his fur often, and realized that I should probably clean him up. Very carefully, I bent my head low to his body, and lapped my tongue all along his fur. I cleaned and cleaned to the best of my ability, trying to use my tongue coarsely so I got it all out. When I couldn't bear the stale taste of blood, I took a drink of water and spat it out away from us, as I went back to tending to him. As I licked, I closed my eyes. This was the first time either of our tongues were used on the other without being sexual. It was nice for a change. I did not stop until his fur was back at it's softest, unmatted and warm with his body.
When I was done, I sat with my back to him, but with my upper body turned to look at his face. Time to time I checked everything again, listening carefully to his breathing, trying to tell if anything was wrong. When his breathing became harder, I flipped the cloth or redampened it. When it became coarse and rough-sounding, I gave him water. When his stomach gurgled, I had a stash of emergency berry rations that I chewed for him and pressed my mouth to his to let him swallow it. Throughout the time that he didn't need anything, I sat next to him and held onto his paw, caressing it softly and watching him sleep.
...This continued for several days...
Everytime water was empty, I would rush to the creek and keep an eye on the cave, making sure nothing went in or out. And if I ran low on food, there were berry tree and bushes all around the cave entrance. I ate and drank at the same times he did, but gave him double the share that I gave myself. I often spoke to him, knowing he wouldn't talk back. I would say things like, "I really miss you, I hope you wake up soon." and "I'm here for you, everything will be okay. I promise" and "I wish you could hear me, I want to know how much I really do love you..." I would often recall past memories we've had together, and talk to myself about them, but then realize that almost all of them have to do with our sexual relationship. I didn't feel right anymore. If he were awake, I would love him, not fuck him. But then again, it was always really nice... Maybe we can make a compromise.
I spent every waking second by his side, and the only way I could sleep was by listening to his heartbeat, knowing in happiness that he was okay.
So here I am now, Day 6 in the late afternoon, down by the creek collecting water like I usually do. I placed the bucket down into the flowing creek, letting water fill it before I lifted it up with both paws, carrying it back. I watched the bucket, making sure I had it steadied and wouldn't drop it. Then I looked up to watch where I was walking. What I saw right in front of me had me speechless, as I stopped in my tracks and accidentally dropped the bucket onto the ground. I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, standing upright on his hind legs, but leaning against the wall with his paw while he walked out slowly. I could hear him speaking clearly, no strain, no weakness. "Master? Where is my master?"
I ignored the pail and rushed over to him. "Oh, Master! There you a-" I cut him off and instantly swept him off his feet, picking him up and holding him in my arms.
"What are you doing out of bed? Please, you only just woke up... you need rest." I carried him back into the depths, and set him down back on the bed. I felt his forehead for his fever, but there was none.
"M-muh-master? What are you doing?" He wagged his tail in happiness. "Why am I in your cave? Is it time to please you again already?" I watched a smile form on his face, and it brought me to tears.
I smiled back at him. "Not this time. How are you feeling? Are you ok?" I took my paw off and sat next to him like I always had, holding onto his like before.
"I feel fine. Just tired.. but.. Are you okay, Master? You never ask me things like this. Nor am I allowed in here unless you're doing something with me." He looked down at our paws, touching. "And you're... umm.. holding my paw... Master... You told me I wasn't allowed to.." He spoke softly with a blush.
I let go slowly, my smile fading. He didn't remember a thing... After all I went through, and now that I feel like this. He has to go and not remember.. At least he's alive though, which I am grateful for. I wiped my tears away and stared at the wall away from him. I couldn't believe it. After all I went through... nothing... and the way he kissed me back that night...
I stopped as I felt my arm being lifted while he stuck his nose through. His head popped out under my arm from beside me, and he proceeded to lean and nuzzle against my belly. My arm slipped off of him while he brought his face up close to mine. He stared at me with those big.. cute.. blue eyes... I blushed a little, and like I assumed, felt vulnerable and weak, due to love. I wanted to close my eyes, but resisted showing more signs of weakness.
I almost began crying, I wanted to kiss him so badly, and he was just so close to me, staring. I watched his eyes shut as he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek, and then backing away and laying his head down in my lap. "It's ok Master. I remember everything..." He said, purring softly. I couldn't help but pet his head. "I even heard everything you said when you took care of me..." I stopped petting him.
"R-really?" I hoped he didn't look up at me while I felt my face burn with blush, but sure enough, he did.
He stood directly in front of me and arched his back a bit, pawing at my chest while he looked up at my face. He nodded and blinked. "Yes Master! And I am grateful to have such a kind and caring Master like you." There was that innocent smile again. That smile killed me.
"B-but.. umm... you do know that even though I want to... be... umm.. with.. like.. um.. I'll always be your Master no matter what happens. You still belong to me." I said while I tugged gently on his collar. I ended up losing my balance and tipping over backwards onto the feathery bed. Feathers slipped out from underneath me and flew up a bit. He landed right on top of me with his paws on my torso, and he giggled a little. My blush persisted, and the heat that the bridge of my nose was giving off was starting to make me nauseous.
"Master.. Don't worry, I know you love me. I love you too... and I'll still obey your every command without question." He said shyly, kneading my fur softly.
I smiled, and found opportunity in this situation. "Then I order you to kiss me, and you must lo-" I got cut off by his lips instantly meeting mine. I didn't even want to finish speaking, and I closed my eyes slowly.
His paws were on my shoulders, gripping softly while his tail twirled around mine. He snugged himself close to my body and murred softly. I was somewhat surprised, but took action immediately. I persisted to wrap my paws around his back and pull him closer, and I decided to kiss back.
He didn't even wait, and wanted to progress swiftly while his tongue squished its way into my mouth. He vigorously pressed it around the walls of my mouth, moaning quietly after pulling my saliva into his mouth and swallowing it. I noticed soon that I hadn't been doing anything. It was all him. Was he.. dominating me?
I instinctively kicked my legs up straight up into the air, while they straddled his hips. It gave my tail more room to move, by shifting my lower body upward and releasing all of my tail right down to the base. My soft footpaws rubbed his hips, and I finally decided to show a bit less submission. My tongue fought baack with his as it pushed back into his mouth, and it was my turn to drink. One of my paws slipped up to the back of his head, pulling it down while I cocked my head to the side to press in further. I anxiously reached my tongue down his throat, and felt his throat expand and vibrate while he moaned around it. I flipped my tongue upside down to taste his. The moment I got the wonderful taste of his saliva, I had to pull it back and swallow it. A wrestling match began at the bridge of our mouths, and we fought over dominance, while he quickly took hold of the situation by gripping my sides hard. I had to break the kiss to gasp for air, the moment I felt his groin hump into mine. I had never been dominated before, but I was liking it.
He didn't give me much time to breathe, before forcing me back into the deep kiss. I tried to catch my breath through my nose, panting hard while he continued to slowly rub against my crotch. I opened an eye slowly, watching his raised rump move forward, up, back, and then down and forward again. He continued his circular thrusting motion everso slowly, but effectively. I don't know what compelled him to think he had control, but it was utterly arousing. It looked as though he were actually thrusting into me, which turned me on to no end. His member poked out and ended up shoving itself into my own sheath, spreading it slightly while it prodded at my concealed tip. I wanted to stop him to tell him what to do, as his Master, and command him. But, I was far too occupied and moaning in pleasure that I could hardly breathe, let alone speak.
He coaxed my cock out with ease, and finally decided to create air between our lips, moving his face down to lap at my neck lightly. As my member came out, he slowed his humping and laid our throbbing and enlarging lengths along one another before continuing to shift his hips in that circular motion that I loved so dearly. Only this time, when he went forward he pushed down, squishing me against my belly while drops of pre were assisted out of my swelling sac. I took the time to try and breathe, but couldn't just as well while my attempts were cut off by my own pleasure sounds. This was too much...
I felt the two hot rods slicken up with the mixed liquids, while his pace was quickened and intensified. I couldn't take being submissive for much longer, it was time to make my move. "P-pet! Stop at once!" I said through my breaths. His suckling and humping stopped abruptly and he brought his face back up to look me in the eyes.
"Did i do something wrong Master?" he asked with his adorable, high voice.
"Yes, you forgot that I control the situation..." I stared into his eyes and found myself wanting to watch his hips move again. Our cocks throbbed simulataneously with our hearts, by chance at the same split second. "...B-but, you've been such a good boy for me all this time. It's time I gave you a turn..." I watched as his eyes lit up with lust and happiness. "Sla-.. Alex... I order you to.. to take me.. And you must do a good job too! Show your Master what you can do.. please.." I pulled his face back down and pressed my lips to his cheek, before putting his head over my shoulder. My tongue drooled out over his back while I watched our tails dance. I noticed how his hips were locked in between mine perfectly, as if they belonged there like a puzzle piece. It felt right.
I felt his body jerk a bit while he audibly chuckled to himself. "A-as you wish... Master Roy.." he spoke into my ear with pure bliss. His paws went around to my back and squeezed me in a tight hug. I held back onto him and pet the back of his head softly. But what I didn't realize is that he wasn't doing it to hug me. I felt my body being lifted right up off of the ground. I looked back and forth while I clammered to feel the ground below me.
"Huh? Whoa! What are you doing!?" I held onto him tight while he lifted me upward, angling me at about 45 degrees while still holding on tight. Somehow I knew he wouldn't let go, at all. He began humping softly again my member again. I focused on the pleasure, murring loudly, and didn't notice the fuzzy warmth that slipped underneath me. He slowly lowered me back down, and I turned my head back to see his tail had been brought underneath me. He laid me down onto his fluffy tail, which caught every inch of my body If even curled at the end to support my head. It was so unbelievably comfortable. I thought I was going to pass out right away.
When we were back at ground level, he was forced to be positioned a little lower due to the weight on his tail, but he didn't seem to mind at all. It happened to get him in perfect aim of my tailhole, and I could feel the head of his member incredibly close to my tight pucker. My breaths came out in short, quick bursts while I naturally spoke "Chu" in between breaths. I was about to be taken, for the very first time, and I almost couldn't believe how I got to this point. He held his breath as I felt his grip soften from my back. I gasped out when I felt a string of of his pre-cum shoot out and hit the target dead on.
My own paws tightened around his body, and I continued to pant hard. Nothing had even happened yet, and already I was acting like I was having an anxiety attack. I felt his tongue lap at my neck slowly, and my body began to relax. I closed my eyes again and took in the heat, as well as the comfort in order to calm myself. My breathing slowed to a normal pace, and the cave fell silent. I laid my head back and let my senses free, accepting what was about to happen, and focused on enjoying it. Mine throbbed hard once.
It was at that moment that his seemingly motionless body began to move forward, and I watched his hips begin that motion again, but stopped immediately when reaching my entrance. I gasped out a little and opened my eyes, trying to remain calm. The feeling of it being touched had given off the weirdest sensation, and though it was foreign, I knew it was great. My ring began to spread slowly while he pushed his way in slowly, by the millimeter. The moment my anus was stretched to his thickness, I felt a hot, searing pain coarse through my veins. I yelped and tears instantly began forming in my eyes. It was been more pain than I have ever experience before, and it all happened in one exact motion. He brought his head back up to nuzzle and lick my face, cleaning my tears and hoping to calm me down. I was breathing heavily, and I groaned due to the unbearable pain. It was too much for me to handle. I wanted it out. But unfortunately I felt I had to suffer through it, because I was unable to speak at the time.
As it edged in more, my screams became more violent and painstaking. My ears rang and I felt sweatdrops form all over me. How did he handle this all these times? Maybe this was losing your virginity. My eyes were tightly shut now, and my mouth was dry from the intense inhaling. He had gotten maybe one inch in, and I was already wimping out. I didn't have a choice anyways.
He continued to push, with his attempts to comfort me by licking and kissing. He moaned at my tightness and gripped my body, pulling me down towards his hot cock. He spurted more of his fluids inside, which made it slightly easier each time. My harsh pain and agony stopped all in once instant as it got the half way point. I opened my eyes and saw his pity smile, knowing exactly what I was going through. It was as though it never hurt in the first place, now that I began feeling his warm wetness inside. I quickly grew to like it, and everytime my member throbbed, I felt my muscles tighten around his, trying to push it back out instinctively. My cries quickly changed to moans, while his tongue made its way close to my eyes to clear them of my sadness. Now that the pain was gone, it felt as though I were in agonizing pleasure. It was quite a handful, and I felt a tingling in my twitching member, pleasuring me more. At last he hilted, his thickness reaching my prostate barely. I continued to pant, and moan in absolute bliss while I looked over to see his rump curved low to get leverage into my own. Every aspect of him turned me on, and I couldn't help but want more.
I strained and moaned during his retraction, bringing the hilt to the tip. He didn't speak still, and began to pant as well. We moaned in unison as my prostate was prodded again, and my hole tightened around his meat. He began to pull out again, but only half way before thrusting his hips forward again, this time quickly enough to hit my prostate rather than touch it. A pleasurable feeling appeared deep down in a place that I didn't even know my body had, and my member reacted to it with a spurt of pre, but not every time he did it. It wasn't before long that his teasing had developed into a pace. He hilted and hit my prostate again and again, and I moaned out with every thrust. He stopped to reposition his legs and continued again, humping at an angle that allowed him to reach deeper. He began that circular motion once again, only as he did it, it increased my feeling with each push inside. He came up from a lower angle, thrusting in and then lifting himself up, causing his tip to rub my prostate after hitting it, and then pulling out half way again to start that over. The rhythm seemed tiring, but he managed to keep it up very wonderfully.
His moaning became more frequent, along with his thrusts. His head rested on my chest while his paws squeezed around my body tightly, allowing him to thrust as he willed without me moving. The smell of sweat and musk filled the air again, and I continued to moan. Each hit contained a new feeling, as the pleasure actually continued to rise and rise with the next hilt. In this method, he was able to keep me used to the thickness but increase his pace often. Now he was going in and out about 3 times per second, and yet the feeling did not stop rising. Soon I couldn't take it anymore, the feeling became too good. And everytime I thought it couldn't get better, it did. My moans became screams again, though not in pain, but absolute pleasure. Once he had gotten to his fastest, he persisted to pull out a little more each time, allowing his thrusts to become much harder. My mouth hung open, saliva drooling out the side while I couldn't stop moaning louder and louder. Everything became blurred and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt myself spurt out pre almost once per thrust now, without reaching orgasm. I could not handle it at all, yet I was forced to. I heard his breaths become a grunt and he began slamming at his absolute hardest. I felt his furry sac slap against my bum with every hit. It was almost time, and both of us knew it.
"Ah... Ooooh... Chuuu!" I was first to go with my first no-touch orgasm. I screamed out at the top of my lungs while my balls were emptied out in between our bodies. My body was drenched in sweat and my cum shot out in thick, long bursts. The pleasure nearly doubled by then, and I heard his strains while he was getting dangerously close as well. There wasn't a time I could take in air without moaning out, and as my orgasm came, my muscles inside tightened extremely hard around his own hotness. He yelled out "Master!" In his moan while he thrusted one more time as deep as his small hips could take him. When that wasn't enough for him, he pulled my body down towards him as hard as he could, trying to force more in when there wasn't any more to force. I felt his liquids drench my insides, creating a deep warmth inside that I moaned to. It was unlike anything I had experienced before, and it was far beyond my own limits.
Our moans and pants persisted for quite a few minutes, and I shivered as the cool air breezed across my soaked body. I swallowed hard and loosened my grip on him, letting my arms fall to my sides. His arms came out from underneath me, and he held onto my paws while his head lifted to look me in the eyes. I returned the gaze, and sighed happily as we both watched eachother with our tongues hanging out. We moved closer to eachother, making sure not to let his cock fall out, and our tongues touched weakly. I curled mine under his and lifted it up into his mouth, bringing my lips back to meet his while I closed my eyes. I tugged on his collar while the tag jingled with the rest of the metal on it. I moaned again into the kiss, and rubbed his paws softly as felt the world around us fade away, leaving the two of us there to sleep alone. "Alex, my pet?" I spoke quietly. "I love you..."
You can only lose it once, and I couldn't be happier giving it to anyone else. Now, when we go for walks. Instead of holding his leash, I hold his paw.Chapter End Notes:Don't forget to rate and comment, any praise towards Roy WILL be delivered by me