My pet
Alright some of you should be used to my writing format but if not youll acclimate easily I hope. Basically the story perspective changes back and forth throughout.
Be aware also when I use the term "were" I referring to the were in werewolf,werelion, were(some species or other) you get the idea. There may also be small typos here and there but Im in a rush to get this posted on its due time. Revisions will come later to correct the errors.
My first post of a yiffy story so be aware. Enjoy.
Sniffs the air smelling the musk for another were about.
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The hooved Weredrake slept in his own room on the spaceship, whatever will his master get him to do (or wear?) today?
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Checks through the monitors and ship security system after returning from a long exploration mission where he was seperated from his pet for nearly months on end.. exploring and conquering. He would have taken his pet yes but he instead gave his pet a gift making him one of his own... a were. By now the changes had already taken place and had somewhat a bit of training after healing from the wounds he had inflicted upon the drake. It was now time his proper master attended to his pet. After locating his new werepet the weretaur headed down through the main decks and into the ships main bay. His heavy hooves clicking on the hard floor as others quickly made way for the ships armorment captain.
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Indeed, his pet's new room had extra-heavy shielding to prevent even his new sharpened claws and muscles from clawing through. What awakened him were the unmistakable sound of hooves making their way down the hallway leading to his room, the door straight ahead at the very end. Scampering out of his bed, he sat on the ground on all fours, pawing at the door like a pet would, tail swishing around madly.
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The room had indeed been made more secure as the door iteself had been uparmored with a new keyless entry system to keep a certain lock picking pet from getting lose. Taking out a new key card that had just been pawed over to him his ears perked at the scuffling sound inside figuring his pet already sensed his master was near. Usuall he had been able to sneak up on his pet but now that he was were he would be able to instinctually sense when antoher with the same blood was near, each with their own unique characteristics. He took a moment to take in his pets new scent memorizing his musk so he would know from now on whom to call his own. A quick in and out with the card and the door unlocked sliding off to the side to reveal quite the sight before him. "Hello pet." He said in a deep tone
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"MASTER!" He would leap up and cling to him, wrapping his wings, arms, and legs around him. "You're back you're back!" He said quite enthusiastically, taking deep breaths to take in his musk, rubbing his own cheeks about his neck and upper chest. All his pet was wearing at the moment was a plush leather BCV (A device worn that contains three parts. A belt, collar and vest ususlly attached to one another in some way) with holes for his wings. It would milk him periodically and allow himself to relieve himself, however it had been collecting his seed for months; he would have to empty out the container obviously.
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Faros chukled wrapping his arms around his pet who he had noticed had grown heavier. It was all muscles he had no doubt. The weretar himself was still dressed in full armor minus his helm so it was quite a bit of weight to carry but he didnt let it show as he hugged his pet tightly as the door slid shut behind him. "Oh pet Ive missed you!" He nuzzled his cheeks and maw with a great smile only his pet could bring out in him. Taking a moment to breathe in the heavier musk that filled the room. "I hope you can forgive this old taur for leaving you here on ship while I was away." It broke his heart in a way to be away from Avion but knew he would only be stronger in the end. He sat down on the bedside with his pet still clinging to him, wings wrapped warmly around his master.: "So tell me what has my mischievious pet been up to while I was away?" He said pressing his nose against the drakes. "Looks like youve adapted quite well with your new changes" He said pressing his nose into his pets furry mane.
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"Well, master... I have been working out and training daily..." His personal trainer did insist in him wearing his weight suit for several hours each day. "And then there was the time I changed the lights on the main deck from white to a deep, evil purple..." He rubbed his paws in a flash of evilness. "Some of the lighter workout equipment I had bent out of shape due to my strength." Sure he was spilling all the evil things he'd done, he couldn't lie to his master, of course, but would he be punished for this? Set in his portable stocks for hours? A dark wooden board where his neck, wrists, and even upper wingtips could fit inside, but it not being attached to anything. An iron ring on the front was often used to attach a chain leash.
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Faros chukled again. It did seem indeed his pet had been up to his old evilishness even after the transformation. He set him on the bed standing up as he began taking off his armor to get set for the night. Sweat matted fur undernath showing it had been quite some time since he had had a proper bath. One which he indeed looked forward to. Setting up the armor in a glass case nearby which would clean it within its confines overnight and then leave it properly stored for its next use by morning. This left him only with the belt his pet had sent him in locked and stored away except for the normal day to day use his pet hand mentioned the extra bit of security he had added which kept him from fully pleasuring himself. Which after months had pent up quite a bit of his lust.: *He still held back however having to utilize his resraint from just pouncing his pet and ravaging him for all he was worth. "Your equipment hrm? Well I have to say your in for a much more equipped set. However Ill see to it you pay for the damages to the former sets through more thorough training. You will earn your new set with your sweat and pain." A sly smirk on his maw as he walked over next to his pet working with the BCV removing the vials of seed. The had been filled quite extensively near the maximum capacity in an airtight container. His master chukled. "Looks like youve been thoroughly milked as needed pet. Ill make sure to store it for later uses and research. Perhaps I will have use of your seed to make the ultimate were slaves."
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"Oh... how much work will I need to put in for my new set?" He pushed his chest out to allow his seed to be more easily connected. "The ultimate slaves, hrm? Can you imagine ten of me running around the place? I can imagine how full your paws might be with that... however, they'd be under my control! Muhwahwa..." He watched as the last of his seed was pulled out. "I got us these master, as a present for when you came back..." Reaching into a drawer he pulled out a pair of translucent glass collars, each having swirly yellow-orange-red colourings. "You can put my seed in one of these and wear it around your neck. It even keeps the seed warm, at the same temperature as if it just came out of my body..." A sly smirk on his maw at his play on words.
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"Oh pet if only you knew the training I have coming for you. You will not only do the same courses you have been doing but Ive also installed a new upgrade to the training system so it would adhere to a were's abilities making the tests that much stronger than what the others trainees on board got through. But I will admit the rewards all that much better. Hm ten evil Avions running about? I will indeed have my paws full." he chukled.Faros pawed the pretine pair of glass collars which looked fragile but knew they were practically shatter proof. "These I will insist upon you wearing, both of us. Perhaps a name plate on each is necessary as well. That I will be sure to install later tomorrow. But if theres one thing I must insist upon pet, is these collars must be filled with a fresh specimen.
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It wasn't the training he was afraid of, in fact, he welcomed it. "Maybe one day I'll be strong enough to come with you, master." His tail started acting up again at the mention of a fresh sample. He was wonderfully pleased that his master loved the collars. He reached into the drawer again and pulled out the key to his master's belt. Leaning forward on the bedside, he unlocked it and let it fall to the ground. Ohhh, the musk was nearly overpowering. He gave the whole package a loving rub with his cheek before fondling it, ready to milk his master... if he was allowed to.
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He lifted his pets maw to meet his gaze "When your ready pet I will take you on mission. To be by my side...we will be unstoppable." As his pet began working on removing his belt his master went to work on his BCV easily removing the collar and vest potion letting it fall still attached to the belt portion. Already his pet had removed his belt letting it fall to his hooves before he kicked them to the side. He let out a low growl as his pet fondled him. "Pet you always knew where this taur was weakest." He rubbed his tuffy fur along the drakes head. He began considering giving him new style haircuts. hm a weredrake with a mohawk now who would find that defiant and intimidating. His pets belt falling finally as he unlocked it from its confines letting the weredrakes musk mix with: His masters in a unique scent. He murred letting his pet know he had his permission to pleasure his master as his full sack was lightly touched in his pets gentle sharp clawed paws. He estimated he had enough to not only fill the collars but perhaps also to claim his pet throughout the night.
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Pulling out a glass container from the drawer, he held it up to his master's member with one paw while pawing him with the other. He let the smooth membrane of his wing caress his master's sack while he worked. "To conquer all there is to conquer, master?" Already questions of how they were to spend the night entered his mind. Wrapping a tail around his master's ankle, he wondered out loud. "Oh master, would you put me in that pouch of mine overnight?" A large leather pouch where the pet would sit inside, his tailhole perpetually keeping his master's member warm as he wore him on his chest. The drake's paws and hooves would be cuffed snugly behind his master. Unable to move or do anything other than keep his master warm
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"Of course my pet. You will be locked away perfectly secured in a new and improved leather pouch better capable to handle your larger side and even with a new compartment to keep your wings comfortable. Paw balls will also keep your claws in check as well." The weretaur growled pleasurably as he pet paws at his hardening member. It didnt take long before he was fully hard and ready to burst. His muscular form trembling as he had to get down on all fours already feeling weak in the knees knowing in this position his pet would have better access to his master equipment. His horned head bucking every so often with the gentle paws working him over snorting excitedly. "hrm pet get ready." he warned feeling his sack beginning to contract up into his sheath to deliver his first load.
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He got down beside his master on all fours to continue pleasuring him. "Oh I do hope I get the iron and leather set of paw balls shaped like a drake's head, whose eyes glow when a paw is secured inside..." Positioning the jar right underneath his member, he knew the kind of explosive force it carried, so he let it sit on the floor as he pawed. His tail though, began caressing his master's tailhole, as if trying to sneak in. "Don't forget to get me a headcage master, I haven't worn one of those in a long time..."
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Faros's tail lifted instinctively as he felt his pets tail work around his tailhole nearly sending him over at that moment. The mere thought of his pet taking his masters tailhole without his permission caused him to growl at his pet warning him of going any further but letting him know it never the less increased his bliss. He did have to keep his authority over his pet in any circumstances least his pet take over and become master. The taurweres head whipped back as he let out a longing howling moo exploding into the jar with impressive force filling it within a few seconds and stopping himself from spilling his full load. He snorted in exhaustion taking the time to catch his breath. Now was his turn to collect his pets seed before binding him away for the night. He waited patiently.
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It never ceased to amaze him just how much his master could spill, and to fill a jar that size and still have some left over, well, that was quite the feat. He moved his tail away the first chance he could after the warning growl. Indeed, he had to be kept in line. He let his master take care of the jar. Standing up now, he pulled down his portable stocks and handed them over to his master. Of course, he could not interfere with his seed collection. His master's musk combined with the scent of the fresh seed could very well drive him over the edge. Good pets knew when they needed to be secured...
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Faros secured the seed in the jar setting it aside to fill the collars later. The tautr set up the portabl socks setting in slipping his head pets head and paws. He noticed these stocks were oddly familiar. Indeed upon closer inspection he found the old familiar claw marks of way bacj when his pet had been first placed in them. For days on end he had locked him away in his own dungeon after capturing the drake on a long expedition. It took weeks to break his pet to submit to him but it was well worth it in the end. The stocks had been improved however. The holes had been lines with a black iron casting to prevent the new improved Avi from breaking through the wood. Setting the jar below to collect his pets seed he leaned over in front of his muzzle nose to nose with a lustfilled look: in his eyes seeing the wild were inside fighting to be free and conquer. The lust for absolute power he now would share with his master. His lust making it that more vibrant. Faros swipped a bit of seed from the jar that he had just filled and smeared it across his pets muzzle letting the drake take in his deep scent with each breath. "Now lets take care of that collar of your hrm? Think you can fill a jar for your master?" He posed as though it were a challenge gently taking hold of his pets sack in one paw and stroking at his sheath with another.
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Into the stocks he went. The scent of the wood made him feel like he was... at home. In his place. It was in these that he submitted to his master. He had wanted to walk around the ship in them for a day, but was often too scared to ask his master. The smear of his seed on his muzzle nearly drove him mad, a low growl of lust rolling off his tongue. "Oh I'll overflow the jar all right." He stood straight up, paws formed into fists, ready to spurt himself silly. Indeed, the BCV was only scheduled to milk him every 5 days, and currently he was on day 4. His master knew his pet well. Indeed, he had smeared the seed where his tongue couldn't reach. He stiffened himself right up and grit his teeth, ready and willing.
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Faros pressed into his pets back grabbing the drakes tail and slinging it over his shoulder as he hugged into him closely still pawing him with a quickening paw. His muzzle just beside the stock side nipping at Avions neck pressing his own member along Avions tailhole teasing his pet as he readied the jar before the pawed member.
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Tug as he would at the stocks he could not break free. He of course was as hard as ever. It wasn't long though before he let out a piercing roar, splattering ropes and ropes of his seed into the jar. He leaned back to try to plant more of his master into himself to get even more of his seed out.
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Oh and how indeed his pet didnt dissapoint his master. Quickly the jar filled and then some as he leaned back into his hold getting seed up on his chest and even on the lower part of his masters muzzle. Setting the jar aside and picking up his pet laying him down on the bed he went to work on filling the collars. He kept his pet in the stocks to keep him still while he caught his breath. A small click as his master secured the full collar around his pets neck. "A fitting look for my pet." He himself already wearing the other collar. A small display showing it was at 100%. He leaned down licking at the left over seed on his pets chest making sure he was proerly cleaned. "Time for your leather pouch my pet."
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He knew he was able to do it, to fulfill his master's commands. He sat down rather quickly on the beside and collected himself, and allowed the extra seed to be cleaned from himself. Of course he wouldn't be able to fill the collars himself after a spill like that. Ah, the feel of warm glass around his neck, knowing that it was his master's seed all around him. He wondered what the rest of the crew would think of their collars. "Surprise me with a headcage, master." He cooed, though he had just woken from a short nap, all the romping around had tired him out just that moment. Ah how they would fall asleep in the scent of their musks...
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"Ill do more than suprise you my pet." He chukled slipping his pets lover body into the harened leather pouch which had a plush coating on the inside designed for the utmost comfort and warmth. Unlocking the stocks and setting them aside he quickly placed his pets paws in their proper glowing eyed dragon heads. The same interior included in these cuffs to keep ones paws from becoming sore. The sack now pulled up along his back taking in his wings into its confines. The sack was a little work to get properly fit as Faros brought himself into its confines alongside Avion. Next came his pets headcage. A sensory deprivation cage as ususal however this pair came with a customizable bits that slid inside the hosts maw feeding him proper protein and proper tastyness throughout the night. A bit of seditive to put his pet to sleep as well so as to keep him from staying awake all night least his master needed to lock him away in the dungeon. "Ah much better my pet." He said stroking the side of the headcage which wasnt at all bulky so as to allow for better sleep comfortability beside his master. If he wished to his master could press his maw into the front part of the cage taking him into a deep kiss. Otherwise it would stay locked away. He carefully strapped his pets paws around his back cuffing them along with his ankles as he was chest to chest with his pet now.
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A bit of a churr escaped the drake's maw as it clamped down on the protien bit. He was still able to sense their musks as perhaps the air filters hadn't been applied yet. Still, his wings were comfy and his arms perpetually hugging his master, paws surrounded by comfy leather. He used his master's chest as a pillow now and wasn't as stirring as much as he was before. He clenched his master's member a couple of times as he purred gently. What a contained and content pet.
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Faros murred into his pets hold hugging him closely as he straddled him carefully. There was just one more thing that still needed to be complete. He had his member pressed against his pets tailhole and by the constant clenching he knew he was in need to be filled. And he wasnt a taur to dissapoint. He pressed his muzzle into the front of the head cage meeting his pets maw with a long tounge pressing forward into his tailhole quickly sinking in his entire throbbing length knowing now they were ready for the night.
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He let out a whine as the full length of the member impaled him. It always felt so good, but it seemed as though he would perpetually need to get used to it. His kiss was a weak one though, as if the protien was already starting to have an effect on him. Finally, though, he was a piece. His master back, his tailhole fill, and his paws bound.
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Faros gave a voice activated command. The lights around the room instantly turning off casting them into darkness. Indeed he felt content now with his pet back in his paws, bound and sound asleep. Just the two of them. A bit of the protein slipped into Faros's maw as well quickly falling suit with his pet closing his eyes awaiting for the training he had in store for his pet come morning.