Pet Vignettes
I still felt uncertain about our walks. I felt their eyes on me--disbelief in some, and others recognition, but all with scorn. And I understood their objection. Society was already confused about how to view us, and it didn't help when some of us went around as pets. The furries disapproved, called it dehumanizing. Some of the humans approved, but for all the wrong reasons. The rest... well, they never could understand. Were we human, or were we animals? Certainly not both--that would be too complicated. And could we embrace our animal aspects, even our subservient aspects, without giving up human dignity? Can one freely choose to give up freedom? People couldn't believe it.
But I did love to wear that leash, despite the stares. I wanted to be free to live as I wanted... free to be owned. I didn't want to flaunt it; I just didn't want to hide it. My Mistress understood, and that was enough. And so we walked through the park, side by side like any decent, normal couple. Interspecies relationships were risque, but not deviant. The collar around my neck, and the leash that she held... well, those were deviant. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.
My Mistress was a human. I wasn't attracted to that, specifically... or at least I didn't fetishize it, as some did. She was just a person to me, a person willing to own me, to trade loving care for my freedom, and dedication. On my part, well, I was just a fox. I'm not sure what she saw in me, but she never hesitated to let me know. She loved petting my soft fur, admiring its red-orange sheen. She loved squeezing my fluffy tail...
"Oh, come on! You're making me look like a fur fetishist."
"Hey, it's hard writing about me from your perspective! I feel like I'm bragging..."
"Then let me take over."
"Hey..."
My pet doesn't do himself justice. He's honest, kind, and so very, very sweet.
"Don't overdo it--mmf!"
And he lets me do that anytime I want. Hee... oh, but where were we? I do love walking my sweet little fox, but I prefer to stay inside where nobody can stare. No need to even take the leash off. I could just hang it up by the bedpost, and my foxy would stay right where I need, until I release him. And he writes! What more could a girl ask for? But speaking of writing, I'll let him get back to it.
"Go ahead, my pet; I'll leave you alone to your writing. I can't wait to read it when it's finished."
"Thank you, Miss..."
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Remember that part I mentioned about retaining our human dignity? Well... I stand by it as a moral position, but in practical terms it becomes a rather fine distinction. Which is to say...
"Miss..." I whimpered, nuzzling against her leg while she sat on a bench in a small, sheltered area of the park. "Please fuck me. There's no one around..." I whispered, not entirely convinced that it was a wise idea, but still hoping I could convince her. "Or at I could just pleasure you, so if we heard someone coming we cou--mmf!" Her palm enveloped my slim muzzle, and with her other hand she stroked my head-fur as I whimpered.
"Shh. You know we can't do that here, pet." Her thumb stroked the tender skin at the tip of my muzzle, and I licked it obediently with the tip of my tongue. "You know I appreciate your eagerness... sometimes." She patted my head, and released me. I nuzzled into the crook of her knee, closed my eyes, and purred.
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When I woke up that morning, I was in my cage. I smiled, gazing at the lock and nestling deeper into my soft blanket. I didn't want to get out, but the lock was nevertheless reassuring, a reminder that even without my Mistress present, I was still safe, still kept. Nevertheless, I looked through the bars at my Mistress, still sleeping on the bed, and longed to be sleeping in her arms. In the early morning drowse, I could not even remember why I had been caged for the night.
I came awake slowly, lying cozy and safe in my cage, while I waited patiently for my Mistress to wake. Every so often I would glance fondly in her direction, and after about an hour I could see her stirring. She glanced down at me and smiled, and I came up to my hands and knees, tail wagging as I watched her slowly rise from the bed.
I pressed my nose to the bars as she kneeled in front of me, and she grazed my muzzle with her fingertips. "Good morning, my pet," she said with a smile, and I licked her fingers in happy response.
"Good morning, Miss. Did you sleep well?"
"Mhm. I missed having my pet curled up at my feet, though..." My tail wagged harder. "... but I do enjoy seeing you locked up safe and tight." My heart swelled, and I stroked the bars of my cage fondly. Nothing makes me happier than pleasing my Mistress.
I whimpered for her, and licked her fingers. "Thank you for keeping me safe, Mistress."
"You're such a good pet," she cooed, and rose... without unlocking the door. I stared up at her expectantly, my tail still wagging. She grinned at me playfully, and walked around behind me. I turned my head around, peering through the back of the cage, just in time to see her reach through and grab my swaying tail. She pulled it through the cage bars, stroking the white tip, and I tilted my head in confusion. Then she tugged again, pulling me backwards, and I had to quickly back up to keep it from becoming painful.
"Mmm... so helpless..." she purred, steadily pulling my tail outside of the cage, until my backside was pressed up against the bars. I whimpered as she gripped my tailbase firmly, pinning me to the side, the metal making indentations in my buttocks. It wasn't painful, but I couldn't move without hurting my tail. My ears fell in apparent concern, but inside I was happy to be so controlled. When she brought a finger to her mouth, lazily coating it with saliva, I perked right up.
I moaned in excitement, pushing my ass closer against the cage wall, as she moved her lubricated finger under my tail. I closed my eyes tightly, clenching my fingers around the soft bedding, and whispered my thanks as she entered me. Her slick finger slid easily into my welcoming tailhole, and the pink tip of my cock emerged from its sheath.
She shifted her hand, grasping my tail and a cage bar in four fingers, and using her free thumb to rub against my anus. Her other hand reached between the bars to cup my fuzzy ballsack, fondling it tenderly, but giving the occasional firm tug to remind me who was in charge. My back arched, offering her more access to my most sensitive areas, and she took it without hesitation. My fox cock, slipping fully from my plump sheath, was soon wrapped in her soft, squeezing palm.
She buried her thumb inside my ass, rubbing my prostate with the same enthusiasm her other hand applied to my cock. I shivered and moaned as I knelt for her, obediently offering myself and happily enjoying the eagerness with which she gave me pleasure. It was rare for her to pleasure me without asking anything in return, or at least giving me a fair bit of teasing first, but I wasn't complaining. I thanked her, in fact, louder and louder as my pleasure increased. In just a few minutes I was panting, feeling the mounting sensation of an impending orgasm, and trying not to thrust into her palm, so as not to lose the fullness of her other hand stimulating my ass. All it took was one strong tug on my cock, and I was gasping out loud, eyes shut tight, as I spilled my seed onto the carpet.
Moments later, coming down from that blissful high, I whispered my thanks once more, turning my head to meet my Mistress's gaze. She smiled mischievously, wiping her hand off on my fluffy tail, and moved to the front of my cage.
"I have to get to work, fox." She knelt to unlock my door, and gave me a pat on the head before rising. "Make sure to clean up your mess when you get out."
I smiled at her, and tried to follow her to the door. A painful tug made my eyes go wide, prompting a delighted laugh from my Mistress. Tilting my head between my legs, I could see my swollen cock sticking out behind me, with my fully-engorged knot on the other side of the cage bars. I was firmly tied to the side of the cage.
I whimpered, looking up at her with sad eyes, but at this point, there was nothing she could do. She chuckled at me, ruffling my headfur, and headed out the door. I slid backwards, reducing the uncomfortable tug of the metal bars, and shuddered as a small drop of semen dripped out onto the floor. As I knelt there for what felt like an hour, waiting for my cock to soften and release me, I felt grateful that at least I was a toy worth playing with.