FSE

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I returned from my office job to a very sudden surprise on my suburban house's front doorstep: it was a bulky, self-delivering mail container larger than the front door. My tail swished confusedly as I stepped out of my car and walked over to said container. I frowned slightly. It wasn't until I spotted the 'R.A.W.R. Services' logo embezzled on its side that memories of my recent break-up with Chad flooded instantaneously right back. Unpleasant emotions caused me to stumble against the metallic and rectangular box for support. They overwhelmed me as I recalled our spectacular fight, him confessing that he wanted a more submissive boyfriend in the bedroom, and then the arrogant horse calling me 'one of many foxes out there'. His hurtful words caused me to violently storm out of his penthouse towards the nearest seedy dive bar to drown my sorrows away. It didn't exactly work. I got so drunk afterwards, followed by a hangover from the deepest ass crack of Hell the following morning. So much money had been spent on alcohol and impulse buys-I ordered so much ice cream and holographic online porn-that single night. I barely even recalled ordering an automated taxicab to bring me from the downtown area to my house, just outside of the city. The only other memory of that dreadful evening from many months back had been me wasting an entire paycheck on one impulse buy in particular. The Rent-A-Whore-Replication Services deluxe package the bartender had recommended to me after drunkenly detailing my relationship woes the entire damn night. "Oh well...Guess I might as well get it open," I mumbled to myself, then sighed deeply. "Gods, I hope drunk me at least didn't pick a motherfucking' horse like...Ugh!" I searched for the console and pressed my thumb to it. The box hissed after several beeps. Finally, it swung open like a closet door and out stepped a tall, muscular tiger. Carved from a beautiful slab comprised of obsidian, marble, and topaz, then sculpted into the shape of a black-striped Adonis wearing nothing but modest white underwear doing little to hide his bulge, the synthetic feline stretched its arms and neck until loud cracks were audibly heard. He sighed before gazing down at me with the most beautiful hazel eyes and smiled. "Hello, master," he said in a baritone yet friendly voice. "It's good to finally meet you. May I come in?" My desert-dry muzzle struggled forming any words. I moaned slightly though at feeling a painful erection in my office pants, then blushed with folded ears without daring to look away from that handsome face and those gorgeous eyes. His fur was positively radiant, just like that fang-toothed smile. Even his scent somehow smelled naturally masculine and full of vigor. "Master?" the synth asked, sounding concerned. "Are you alright?" I shook my muzzle and nodded. "Um...uh...you're big." "Just as you ordered." The tiger smirked, then made a pose that revealed his massive biceps and showed off his incredible pecs and eight-pack. "Am I to your liking?" I cleared my throat, already starting to forget about Chad and the thought of spending most of my night ahead just watching the newest holo-streaming show. Instead, I furiously gulped and turned around to unlock my front door, then pulled the tiger synth inside. The sound of the self-delivering container getting up on spider legs and moving to the sidewalk was muffled by the closing entrance door, and I already started giving the synth a list of chores for him to do while I went to take a shower. I started off with him replacing the cleansed dishes in the washer with clean ones, then washing the rest of my kitchen before waiting for further instructions. The tiger did as commanded and followed his programming. I started leaving for my bedroom to take that shower. I stopped myself, however, when my eyes caught a glimpse of the tiger synth bending his ass over to open the dishwasher. He seductively pulled the rack out to inspect each utensil and plate. He grabbed one and started opening cabinets left, and right until he discovered the right one before doing the same with the next polished dish. He was quickly learning. I slowly approached the synthetic servant from behind. My eyes were locked on his posterior. His muscular posterior. His muscular yet clothed posterior, occasionally obstructed by his swaying rope-like tail that moved back and forth like a hypnotic chain on an ancient pocket watch. I almost expected it to swat my paw away or continue to sweep the tiled floor, only to surprise me by lifting high. It was a striped cobra hypnotizing me closer as I stood behind the diligent, seemingly distracted tiger. A part of me began suspecting that he knew I was standing directly behind him. I got my confirmation when he spotted me in the corner of his eye and winked, his back still turned towards me, his owner. "What is it, master?" he asked, standing with one plate still in his paw. "Do I-" "Wait," I interrupted, then cleared my throat and went for it. I stepped forward and stood directly behind him, reaching up to grasp his right butt cheek without any care in the world. Despite my boldness, I still stammered when saying, "P-Please...call me 'sir' from...from now on. Will you do that for me?" The tiger simply nodded and replied, "Yes, sir!" His tail swayed in front of my nose. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" "K-Keep doing your chores," I ordered. "And...And ignore what I'm doing." "Yes sir." The tiger returned to bending over and picking up another dish to sit on the countertop or in a nearby cupboard. The only sign he acknowledged my presence was when he occasionally pushed his ass against my palms and chuckled softly at the attention, sometimes going, "Oooh! Mhmhmhmmmm..." The tiger kept avoiding moving around too much while dealing with dishes. In hindsight, he probably did it as a compromise for my chores and orders to ignore me as I continued to grope his ass cheek. My paws roamed up his lower back and along his spine, feeling each contour for several seconds. I felt my tail thrash the air behind us, all ten toes curling and splaying against the floor as I kept on feelings, then returning to more wayward fondling. I moaned as all ten digits admired his body underneath that soft fur and silky fabric, my right paw molesting his rear end while my left paw eagerly reached around to trace his abs as if they were braille. His cheeks were two perfectly shaped globes made of powerful muscle. The underwear obscured them up until I peeled down the article of clothing. My tiger synth diligently lifted a leg so I could toss them aside. My fingers suddenly brushed up against something made of plastic. I glanced around my synth to discover a beautiful sheath trapped in a restrictive cage. Although the tiger appeared passive and didn't react when I reached around again to fondle his package, I could feel throbbing uncontrollably. It leaked heavily too. "Did I request permanent chastity when ordering you?" I asked the tiger, genuinely curious just how much I couldn't remember from my impulse order that night. "Any key?" My tiger chuffed. "It uses voice-identification and will only unlock and lock again if you say your birthday, including your four-digit birth year. Do you wish to unlock me, sir?" I didn't see a spark of pleading in his hazel eyes, but I did recognize anticipation. I thought it over, then shook my muzzle with a sly smirk. "Not just yet," I said, then stepped directly behind him again, to once more admire his ass as well as unzip my fly. "G-Go...S-Stand...against the sink...please." The tiger followed my instruction and leaned against the kitchen counter sink with his legs spread apart and tail curled high, providing easier access as I spread both his cheeks apart. The sweet smell of peppermint-scented lubrication (wow, my drunken self even remembered to pick my favorite aroma choice!) wafted into my nose and glossy eyes. Drooling uncontrollably, I hastily shifted my work trousers down and stroked my cock several times. Without warning, I lined up my length and hit home run. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck!" Both eyes tightly closed in euphoric bliss. "That's it...!" Yep, definitely worth an entire paycheck. "Yeah..." My palms caressed his fur, my hips moving forward and back. "I'm. Keeping! You!" My tiger-bless his big heart-let out an unexaggerated moan that blended vibrating purrs with deep grunts that tickled my ears and got me even more erect. Especially as I firmly grasped onto his rock-solid hips, repeatedly breeding his velvet tail hole. He barely even resisted my tip, let alone the whole shaft. Yet I could still feel him clench around it expertly, the synth's cloning protocols and programming following the instructions of what I desired. He took me like the perfect large sub. He moaned perfectly and eagerly slammed himself back onto my thrusting cock, never taking control himself, but not being a passive fleshlight either. Drool covered my chin and sweat caked the two of us. I wanted to go all night. I probably would have if it weren't for the fact I was already tired from several hours of work at my downtown office and the commute afterwards, plus the fact that the tiger synth drove my dick bat shit insane. I could barely go five minutes fucking my new toy until he noticed me getting ready to cum. Without warning, he clenched his tail hole up enough to milk me for all my worth. I probably blacked out for half a minute. My churning balls went numb. My dick went flaccid and popped out of his filled cavity without me noticing. I stayed staggering on my feet and quietly thanked my tiger before telling him to continue cleaning up while I took a shower. After which, I plan to have us make a hot meal and then cuddle the rest of the night on the couch while I started thinking of new names. It definitely wouldn't be Chad. Maybe Chris or Charlie though. Or perhaps just Tiger. "Yes sir!" He let out another satisfied chuff, still purring as he restarted putting away the rest of the clean dishes. "Thank you, sir! And I hope you have a pleasant shower! You must've had a very long day!" "Sure did, tiger..." I mumbled happily, walking towards my bathroom. "Sure did..."