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Proof of Purchase.

An exciting tail, by Christopher Walkman.

There I was. Sitting on my couch. My house had been left to me from my father's passing. It has already been paid off, so I don't need to worry about paying so many bills. I didn't have a job that paid well.

I had little spending money, which I normally stockpiled. I almost never spent anything on pleasure. Just necessities. That's really all I've needed.

I used to work hard for my father. He didn't pay me well. I had to toil endlessly in the family farm. I had to raise the livestock, watch the births, and make sure the mutation rates were down. Mutated livestock does not sell well in the market.

With his passing, I inherited his house. I had the farm too, but I sold it. I wasn't going to be a farm girl all my life. Most of that money was spent on investments. Investments that were foolish and didn't pay back as expected.

I laid my body flat against the soft fabric of the couch. The television set droned on and on. My long, flowing blonde hair masked my face. With a quick puff of air from my mouth, I was able to whisk it back behind me.

Nothing was good on television anymore. Most channels have been reprogrammed for robot viewing. Robots could download programs from television sets using their auditory and visual sensory.

I didn't much care for it though. All that remained on TV were old soap operas and lousy sports re-runs. No one participated in sports anymore. People are too busy holed up in their houses with pleasure-bots and bot-slaves.

I don't really like robots. They're much too creepy for my liking. Some seemed too human, and others, not enough. They never had my regards.

Then an ad popped up on screen. I was sure it was going to be another advertisement for synthetic potatoes or something until I saw something new. It was a man, or, a half of a man.

It was a manlike figure that was covered in a short coat of fur. He looked like some sort of wolf-man. Odd. Was this some sort of movie? He didn't seem scary. He actually looked quite handsome.

"Would YOU like to buy yourself your own personal Ani-model? We have many variants and species to choose from!"

The TV's screen lit up with colors. It almost seemed to dance in a spectacular lightshow. The pitchman's voice was booming with excitement and the wolf-man just stood still. Standing. With his thick, muscular arms, his chiseled chest, his carved chin. He was the sort of wolf-man that you'd see in a bizarre romance film series.

"You can order one now! Just call 555-Ani-CO today! And we'll hook you up with the model that you want best! We have many to choose from! With a selection such as:

"Farm duty!"

The screen flashed. Then, in place of the handsome wolf-man was a firm bodied mouse-like creature with stiff muscles wearing a loose pair of overalls. He was covered in dirt and grime. His long tail, flailing softly in the wind.

"Home security!"

It shifted to a tough looking hyena creature. Wearing a cameo outfit with a chain of bullets around him, his gaping muscles bugled from his shirt, almost about to tear the fabric asunder. He gripped a long rifle and flexed, straining his outfit even more.

"Personal maid!"

A female cat-person appeared. She was wearing a French maid outfit. The skirt was short and covered with many laces. She was wearing fishnet stockings that attracted attention to her thin, dainty legs.

"Secretary!"

The female from before skirt rose up almost showing what was underneath until the camera shifted to another animal-person. This one was a female as well. She was wearing a pink blouse that failed to cover her buxom breasts. She was at a computer, hammering away at the keyboard like there was no tomorrow.

"All of these can be yours! Just give us a call, and we'll hook you up with the finest that genetic science can offer you!"

The TV seemed to stop bouncing and dancing as the ad ended. It again resumed its regular airing of cheesy soap operas that were outdated when they first aired. I slumped into the couch and sighed.

That ad had almost been exciting. But, could they really sell things like that? I had heard once that genetic breeding of that scale would be considered some sort of animal rights violation. But, they didn't seem to be fully animal. So, would it violate human rights? Or did they have both rights? Or none?

Maybe I was thinking too much about it. Maybe it was just an ad for cosplayers. Maybe you dial the number, tell them what you want, and they send some sweaty nerd in an animal costume to fuck you. I don't want that.

But, it was worth giving it a try. I hadn't done much all day. I rose up from the couch and grabbed my home phone on the living room table.

My home phone was made out of plastic and was pink. It had a retro design to look like something from the early 2000's. It felt cheap and looked ugly, but it still worked. The battery was low. Probably because I'd forgotten to put it in the charger base last night.

It still had enough charge for one call, I'm sure. It was only halfway drained. I dialed the number as I remembered it and put the phone close to me. The tone hummed into my ears as I suddenly heard an automatic reply.

"Hello, sir or madam." Said the robotic voice, "If you're experiencing problems with your Ani-Model, press one, if you're reporting a serious injury or death of an Ani-Model, press two, if you wish to purchase your own Ani-Model, press three."

I pressed three. A loud beep came to my attention. There was a rush of tones and a sudden greeting.

"Hello, may I ask your name?" Said the voice, sounding human.

"It's Bridgett." I said, "Bridgett Mary Dunn."

"Alright, code?" He asked.

"671-80." I answered with a sigh, "You need anything else?"

"No, just a moment." There was a pause. "So, your father passed away?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" I asked him, angered.

"Well, is that the reason you called?" He asked back. "You want an Ani-Model replacement for your dad? We can get right on that if you wan-!"

"NO!" I shouted, "That' NOT what I want! I just want to see what the hell this thing is and what you're selling."

"Oh, I am terribly sorry." The voice ran an apology. "We here at Ani-Co sell Ani-Models. Genetically crafted human-animal hybrids built to perfection. We're selling them to corner the robot market you know? People don't like robots because they don't feel. Our Ani-Models feel, and they feel what you want them to feel. It makes them much more compatible. Not only that, but they're easier to order around then the common 'bot."

"Oh, I see... when did you first start selling these things?"

"A few months ago." He answered, "We couldn't sell them right away. It takes time to breed them, careful time. The rate of failure was also high. So, we had to perfect the technology. We breed them with the utmost care so that our customers will be satisfied."

"So, are they safe?" I asked the voice.

"Yes, they are." He answered, "They're good with kids, too. We even have specific models for childcare. Even the home defense ones are friendly, at least, when they need to be. We've even received a grant from the United North American States to breed soldiers for them, yes, our product is that good."

They even had a deal with the government? Well, that was good. I suppose. Would he be lying about that? We are in need of new soldiers, that's for sure. Our men have become overweight with lack of exercise. The national diet and health scale is a complete joke.

Most men are fat. Most women are too thin. It's the fatty foods and liposuction operations that are doing this. The few fit males are usually jerks, although not all of them. It's not going to change anytime soon. I bet this country will eat itself to death before long.

"What models do you have? That is affordable?" I asked.

"Affordable? What price range do you desire?" Asked the man.

"Something for... uhh... around two thousand?" I asked him.

"Two thousand? ... Dollars? You've got to be joking." The man said, "These are living creatures, they're not going to be merely be-... Oh, we do have something. We have the value package."

"Value package?"

"Yes, you get one Ani-Model, a discounted cleaner model, a manual, some basic needs, and that's it. You don't get a lot of customer support, just three months. If he comes over broken, we'll give you an upgraded replacement for free. Though, that'll be unlikely. We take pride in our shipping quality. Our Ani-Models arrive safely and in good condition."

"Alright, thank you. Now, do you need the money right away?"

"Yes, of course." The man said, "We'll take it from the code you've provided, you'll receive a receipt with your Ani-Model. If you're not satisfied with it within three months, ship him back and we'll give back your money. Now, what sort of model species do you want? Colors?"

"Umm... cat?" I asked, "Can it be a he? And tan? I'd prefer that. Any other specifics that I can get?"

"No, not really. Just species and general fur color." The man said, "If you bought any sort of premium model, we can find more specifics, such as musculature, sexual orientation, entertainment preferences, manner of speech, likes, dislikes, and almost anything really. Since we've bred so many, we have a lot to choose from. I'm sure we'll find the model you want."

"Wait, people can choose if they want them to be gay or not?" I asked, "Is that really so important?"

"Of course it is, if they wanted to buy a bedroom model specifically." The man said, "Then we could find a perfect match, by analyzing their sexuality and fetishes, and thresholds."

"Sexuality I can understand... but how do you observe their fetishes?" I asked, "I mean, they're like livestock, right? It's not like they all have apartments and girlfriends to record."

"You're right, we do have somewhat cramped living quarters for them." Said the man, "But, we do supply minimum materials for them, ones with better behavior get more. The most highly requested items are: clothes, special foods, and sexual paraphernalia. Usually some sort of pornographic magazine or toy, we give them a selection to choose from."

"Oh, that's... interesting." I wondered what sort of bizarre lives those creatures had. Maybe it was like some sort of prison system. It was probably better, but I suppose I'd ask my model when it got here.

"Any other questions, ma'am?" He asked me.

"When will he get here?" I asked.

"In seven to twenty one days." He said, "Picking the model can be difficult as we make sure to send healthy specimens you don't want a sick model. That would be bad on our part."

"So, you're taking the money after the call is done?"

"That is correct." I could hear a tinge of smugness in his voice.

"Alright, but if I'm not satisfied, I'll make sure I talk to you." I said, "What's your name?"

"... Eh, it's... Robert, Robert Bell." He said, nervously.

"Alright, Robert Bell. Goodbye."

I hung up. And then the feeling of thousands of dollars being drained out of my account filled me. It was almost like a sort of pain, through my wrists. But, I knew I could afford it. If this model was all it cracked up to be, maybe I could have some decent company once in a while. Not some fat man who comes over with his sex-bot and fucks with it in the bathroom every time he comes over.

Those robots are creepy. They have robots for everything now. Lonely women could be with men, or have a robot child that will never grow and always act like a kid. Babies that laugh and giggle, but never cry unless the "mother" wants them too.

Robots don't feel, unless they're told to feel. I can't bear with it. It's too creepy. But these... things seem real. They're alive, they have blood not oil running through their veins. Robots always freak me out. Even those naked sexless hospital bots that are used to comfort injured patients.

I went over to my room and checked the time. It was fairly late and I wasn't going to do anything soon. So I decided to sleep the rest of the day. I tossed my clothes off to the side of my soft, plastic mattress. Outer-clothes and delicates streamed into the air and landed softly on the firm, plastic floor.

I snuggled into the plastic woven silk sheets. The soft fabric tickled every single inch of my body. It pressed up against my skin, slowly warming it. I wrapped it around me and slowly drifted to sleep.

That morning I did my normal routine. I showered, used the bathroom, put on my outfit, and had myself a bagel and synthetic eggs for breakfast. Synthetic eggs are great, if you like plastic rotting inside your stomach. But, at least there's no chance of salmonella poisoning. Oh was that with meat? It's been so long since I was sick. Modern medicine keeps everyone healthy, until they get morbidly obese that is. Then all medicine can do is keep you alive.

With my clothing wrapped around securely, I headed outside. The weather was mild, as it almost always is. Weather machines keep the climate nice and temperate. These advanced machines, larger than weather research stations themselves, are some of the most impressive bouts of modern technology.

Still, they're not without controversy. As the nice weather causes advert effects. Such as water shortages, lack of clean air, killing off native insect and plant life and so forth. But I'm sure that it's under control. As there must be somewhere that these creatures live at, and that water is plentiful.

I mean, I can drink all I want at my home. There's no tax on water usage anymore. Still some water payments, but no additional taxes or anything like that. Bottled and purified water is cheaper now. That must mean something good is going on. I just don't know what. Politics have become very hush-hush in recent years. We don't ask questions, and everything is fine. We're cut off from the world, us Americans. And perhaps that's for the best. Perhaps not, but I can't change it.

I headed over to the local pub. This is where they served strong drinks for the men, and sissy, fluffy drinks for the women. Pretty ironic as that most women don't want to have sex with the men there unless they're drunk. It'd take a lot of glasses to get drunk on the crap they serve there.

I walked in. A row of fat men were on the stools. If the chairs had been made out of traditional means like wood, they would have collapsed. They were most likely reinforced with some sort of plastic or metal, but made to look like wood. Everything had that fake wood look, some spots more convincing than others.

"S'up, Bridge? Long time no see." I heard an ugly voice from behind me.

I turned back to see someone who I hadn't wanted to witness. It was Bobby Brown. He was a frequent customer in bars, but I hadn't seen him in a place like this. He preferred the ones with loud music and naked women, or sex-bots dancing. What was he doing in a more quieter place like this? This place was a sausage fest. A sausage fest with the worst quality of meat in the bunch.

"Hah, hi, Brown." I said nervously, he was fat and unhealthy. But if he put his weight upon me, I could be in trouble. "You here to screw your sex-bot in the bathroom? Can't you do that at home?"

"Pffft, she broke." He laughed, "Couldn't handle my extreme girth!"

"I don't think she could handle your extreme WEIGHT." I said making a gesture to the rippling fat folds that strung across his giant body.

"How about you come with me?" He asked me, "I could show you a good time. You might not like it at first, but everyone wants to have fun with Big Bob."

"Yeah, no thanks." I said, "I think you and your fat hotdog are going to hit something made out of plastic or metal. Besides, you can't tell the difference. You probably don't even have enough blood flow down there to start anything up. That's why you need a machine's help."

He glared at me. The few muscles in his arms began to tighten. Muscles contracted against fat. Fat smoothed out against bone, and bone... well, supported him upright. His glare was furious. I had obviously struck a nerve or two. Or perhaps, around four thousand. Which is what worried me. It was the four thousand nerves that I DIDN'T want to touch. But I could strike them.

"You better take that back, bitch." He growled, "I don't think you've got the manpower to prevent a little 'accident' from occurring. How about you settle down, grab a drink, and go to my place? Then we'll forget about this little mishap."

"I think the only little mishap is that your mother wasn't protected before she had you." I smirked, "How about you and Fat Frank get out of here. You don't need another drink. You're as unhealthy as is."

"Why you!" He charged at me.

I sidestepped and he crashed on the floor. His sheer weight was enough to keep him from getting up right away. I laughed at the man's clumsiness and decided to take action myself. He flipped himself over, which is what I anticipated as I put the heel of my high heels onto the crotch of his pants.

He winced as it dug slightly into what ought not be poked so roughly. But, I didn't care. I was willing to sever the damn thing if I had to. It's people like him which doom the entire human species.

"Hey! ... You don't need to do that!" He mumbled piteously, "Seriously... I'll shuddup! I promise!"

"You do?" I said, putting more pressure down.

He squealed in pain as the delicate thing experienced more discomfort. I could see fat, greasy tears rolling from his chubby cheeks. Taking pity on him, I removed the pain from his ball sack and stepped back.

The man slowly rose back up. When he was standing, I made a gesture as if to knee his balls straight into his chin. He took it as legit, as he was halfway out of the bar by the time I stopped the charade. Hopefully, Bobby Brown would not bother me anymore. But I knew, it was only a matter of time before metal wouldn't satisfy his hunger.

I sat on a stool. The two fat men that were sitting next to me quickly retreated to seats further away. I had scared them, and with good reason. If I were going to let any man have me for a single moment, I'd want him to at least look decent. Not have breasts of fat, bald hair, greasy faces, and sweaty armpits.

I ordered myself one of the girly fuzzy drinks and had another. Not feeling the least bit tipsy, I headed back to my house. Besides that run in with Bob, it was a boring day. Almost every day was boring. No one socialized much anymore.

People were too busy with their machines. Whether they be sex-bots, computers, television, video games, and so forth. Whatever, I'm not much better as I had decided to sleep another day in.

It was good that I had achieved a small fortune. I didn't have to work all too much. Although I'd be glad to take on any social work, most of those jobs had either been taken by machines, or were not available period. I only worked three days a week, as it was all I could do.

The job market suffered greatly when the robots took all the jobs. Government officials believed it would be great. People could spend more leisure time, and create more benefits and cultural phenomenon. Boy, were they wrong. Instead women were cooking all day for fat men that either fucked them, or just stayed in the bathroom with a sex-bot of some sort.

Yes, the government must be proud of themselves. Then again, this stuff has been going on for a long while. People got less and less active. They rely too much on electronic devices to satisfy themselves.

Drug usage was at an all-time low, at least, illicit ones. There were a lot of drugs that were taken into the commercial market. These having a lot of purposes being: recreation, health, and nutritional reasons.

The commercial hallucinogens were rather ineffective. Ingredients for the best kind were far and few in between. "Magic mushrooms" had become scarce, like their cousins the truffles. However, no one cared for truffles anymore. Compared to the delicious and cheap food that companies are pumping into the stomachs of the public nowadays.

Within a few days, I saw a large truck arrive. I wasn't well dressed, being only dressed in a pajama shirt and panties. I ran out of the door with my hair all messy. A rather strong man holding a wooden-looking clipboard was at the front.

He was smoking a cigar. He pressed the clipboard forward to me.

"Sign here, lady." He said gruffly, "Move on, quickly. I gotta job on the line, here."

"Keep your pants on." I said, not fully awake yet. "I got it, I got it."

I signed in my name and code on the dotted line. He smiled a very unpleasant sight. With his teeth mangled and yellow. He walked off and pointed toward a giant, wooden crate.

The crate had holes in the front. By how imperfect these holes were, I could tell it was made out of wood. As natural wood did not cut well. It was too dark to look into these holes and see what was inside. I suppose it was my Ani-Model. I hoped the shipping didn't hurt him, although I could not be sure.

The box was too heavy for me to move. I would imagine it was too heavy for anyone to move. Not even the strongest man on Earth. The box was big enough as is, but what was inside it? Besides the model?

Then I saw a small handle on the side. There was a trigger on the handle. I pulled at the cold metal trigger and heard a click. Then I noticed that it had been locked. Oh, how stupid of me not to see the obvious.

I opened the door and this is what I saw inside. There was this... man, young looking man. Well, not quite a man, rather a cat...man... of some sort. He was wearing a thin white blanket around his waist.

The inside of the wooden crate was surrounded with hay. Itchy hay! Could you believe that? And this guy had been in it all week! Next to him was another crate, cardboard. At least it wasn't more hay.

The model's eyes were shut tight. A small film of drool leaked from his mouth. His small, flat chest expanded and shrank as he breathed quietly. His fur was tan, as I requested. There were some brown spots, on his hands and a brown area on his face, almost looking like he was wearing some sort of mask.

Bizarrely, even though he was cat, or cat like, he had a head of human hair. It was long, flowing, and dark. Pitch black, darker than the vacuum of space. I went closer to the creature and stroked it.

His face tensed and I heard a quiet mewl. Then his eyes slowly opened. He looked up at me, his eyes shining and wide. I stepped back. His pupils shrank, almost out of nervousness.

"G-good... uhh... morning?" He asked me, in perfect English.

"It's midday." I told him, "What's in the box next to you?"

"I... don't know, m-ma'am." He said, shyly. "Are you my master?"

"I-!" I paused for a moment.

Master? That was an odd term. I guess it was technically as I had bought and purchased him. It still felt like a weird title. But, if he was most comfortable with it, I guess I would use it. Maybe I'd like it too, but I doubted it.

"Yes, I'm your master." I said, "Could you carry that box inside?"

"S-sure, ma'am." The young creature said.

He stood up on his legs. Unlike a cat, he had very human looking legs. Since he was standing, the small white blanket that covered his waist promptly plopped onto the floor. He was naked. Butt-naked.

There I saw it. This smallish, but not really diminutive soft organ pointing downwards at the floor loosely and non-threateningly. He grabbed the box and walked out of his crate. His balls and dick jiggled with each step.

I couldn't help but giggle. Was he supposed to be naked like that? What if kids ordered this thing? Eh, I guess it really wouldn't matter.

I turned to see his firm, girly ass behind him. His tail flicking around as he walked. I followed him into the house. He sat the cardboard box down on the living room table with a loud sigh.

"Phoof, that was pretty heavy." He said, sweating a little.

Heavy? It was big. He wasn't big though. His arms were rather thin, but the muscle on them looked compact, yet pretty small. His legs also seemed stout and firm, but still girlish and unmasculine. What a strange contradiction that was.

He sat down on the floor. Why didn't he sit on the couch? It was much better. His soft, uncut dick flopped in front of him as he sat down. It was cute, all soft and floppy.

I opened the box and looked inside. There was a book, with a cat on the cover, some spray bottles filled with some liquid, another box, this time a cardboard box wrapped in plastic, a feather duster, and a few bottles filled with bright liquids.

"What is all of this stuff?" I asked him.

"It's... I think... it's for me." He meekly unwrapped the small, plastic covered cardboard box.

When he finished doing that, he opened it. There was a food and drink bowl. No name was on these bowls. In between the two bowls, was a small bag, filled with what looked like dog kibbles.

"Oh, health nuggets. These are nice." He said quietly, almost hugging the bag. "Can I have them right now?"

"Sure, go ahead I guess." I said.

"Wait..." He stared at me, "All of them? ... The whole bag? I can... have... it all?"

"Uhh... I suppose so." I said, "That's alright, right?"

"Y-yeah!" He ripped the bag open and jammed his face inside.

I could hear the crunching of the nuggets as his teeth crashed them down into mush. I looked at the book. It wasn't too thick. I guess I could give it a go. Was it a manual? Would a living creature need a manual? Can't they just tell you how they worked?

I picked it up. I opened it to the first page:

"We here at the Ani-Co company would like to thank you for purchasing the Ani-Model value pack. We look forward to your future purchases. Going to our online sites will allow you to buy more equipment and supplies for your Ani-Model.

"Your model is Model No. 3198, Basic Value Cleaner Model, Feline Version. This model is sure to give you at least thirty years of a pleasant experience. If your model has arrived sick, or in poor condition, please ship him back and you will be given a replacement or your money back.

"Receipt does not cover: damage from abuse, accidents caused by the purchaser, or housemates of the owner. It does cover, injurious or fatal accidents, sickness, and sudden death.

"Please do not abuse your Ani-Co Ani-Model as it violates the terms of use in the contract. If you are unsure on what is abuse and what is not, please look further into the manual in 'abuse' for details.

"We congratulate you on your purchase and hope for your support.

Thank you, Dr. Steven Moreau. Founder of Ani-Co Farms."

I looked more into the book. I traced along to the "abuse" page as it proclaimed. I ran my finger along the lines and read silently.

"Abuse onto your Ani-Co Ani-Model is a strict no-no. Here is what is considered abuse: Cutting of the skin, stabbing, any sort of mutilation, and killing.

"However, there are disciplinary actions that can be used on your Model. Whipping, denial of needs, light bruising, roughness with their genitalia, and humiliation. Use these if your Model is not compliant with his duties, or gets into trouble. We provide sprays that can put models into a frightened sense of mind. These are also useful.

"None of these punishments should result in death, or serious injury for your Model. Any such injury can be refused to be paid by the Ani-Co, or denied to be treated by any Ani-Co veterinarians."

I trailed along to the "diet" section to see what this guy should eat. It couldn't be too different than a person, but then again, I wasn't going to take any risks. I didn't want to feed him some chocolate and have him explode all over the living room.

"The Ani-Co Ani-Model is a machine of digestion. They are capable of eating most anything. It is extremely rare for an Ani-Model to have food allergies. If that is the case with your model, you will be notified before receiving it. If it is suffering from food allergies, it is highly recommended that you only feed it Ani-Co food.

"With this value pack, we have supplied you with a full day of Ani-Co Health Nuggets. These being extremely healthy and developed for the consumption of Ani-Models only. This small bag can even last two days if rationed.

"Do not feed your Model the entire bag right away. Even though these are very healthy, they should not be consumed in one setting. As this will cause weight gain and slothfulness. This is not needed in an Ani-Model, as their duty is to work for you, the owner."

I looked over to my Model. He was still eating at the bag. Since it was clear plastic, I could tell that not much remained. I had made a huge mistake. He should had told me about this. Maybe he didn't know about it, or maybe he just wanted the extra food. He was pretty thin.

"Can I have that bag, please?" I asked him.

He took his face out of the bag and looked at me nervously. "You... want it back? Well... okay. Thanks for... uhh.."

His face turned red as he handed me the baggie. I put it on the table. Almost all of it was gone. I guess he shouldn't eat anymore today, but it still didn't seem to be enough to keep him full. He still might need more calories. But, the book said no, so I'll go with that.

"Thanks for what?" I asked him.

"Thanks... for saying 'please.'" He said, blushing. "No one has ever... said that to me. You really didn't have to."

"It's alright... can I see your stomach?" I asked him.

"Umm, sure, master."

He crawled over to me and got on his knees. He thrust his belly forward and I wrapped my fingers around it. It didn't seem bad, still thin, but full. I guess no harm had been done, at least, none that I could see.

His stomach quivered a little to my touch. I just noticed that the tips of my fingers were a little bit on the cold side. I pulled them back. He was shivering slightly.

"You cold?" I asked him.

"A-a little, exercise should help with that." He said nervously.

"You want any clo-.." I paused. I didn't have anything his size. Besides, I'm sure that fur was enough.

"Anything you want to do?" I asked him.

"No, master. Anything you want me to do?" He asked back.

"Well... you have that duster, right?" I asked, pointing at it. "How about you take care of the room, okay?"

"Sure, master. I'll handle it." He got back on his feet, his genitals bouncing with it.

He grabbed the duster and started to dust all the furniture. He was moving swiftly, with his schlong sliding back and forth with his movements. It was weird to see it like that. I mean, he was a cat... thing, but THAT was obviously very human-like. I bet if I wanted to I could... no, that would be wrong. Probably abusing him if I did that. Besides, he was probably neutered. Wait, he still had his balls. So... why?

He even dusted the ceiling fan well. That was hard to reach, but he extended the feather duster and was able to take care of it without an issue. Now I wanted this thing to take care of the kitchen right away.

I went into the kitchen while he was busy at work and filled a small plastic bucket with some soapy water. The soap I put in was dish soap, but it'd work for the floor too. It's not like I could afford wooden flooring. Plastic was good enough for me.

"Umm... hey, you!" I called out, "Could you come in?"

He scurried into the kitchen in a hurry. Right away my eyes caught down to his groin. It wasn't so tiny and spongy anymore. He was half-mast, something I wasn't used to seeing around my house. The foreskin was peeled back slightly, so I could see his red, glistening crown.

"You alright?" I asked him, pointing downwards.

"Yeah.. oh! Sorry!" He nervously laughed, "Umm... I sometimes forget that... uhh... you... masters aren't very... uhh, used to... nudity. Sorry, I'll uhh..."

"It's fine." I interrupted, "You horny? Or did it just happen?"

"It just does that sometimes." He said, nervously.

"Well, I need you to mop the floor." I said, "Can you do that?"

"Well, I could." He said, "But, it's not swept yet. You can't mop a dirty floor. You'd just get mud everywhere. Don't worry, I'll take care of it, master."

He grabbed the broom from the corner of the kitchen and began to sweep quickly. Dust, tiny food and trash bits were swept quickly into the dustpan that he had sat on the floor. His half-up cock didn't get any harder, luckily. I didn't want him to shoot it off in here, that is, if he could.

I almost stared at his back-sack while he worked. I caught myself though, and decided against it. It's not like he was my husband or something. He was something I had bought, a maid, a cleaner, a tool. Not a romantic companion.

He put the dustpan and the broom back. The Ani-Co Model looked about for the mop. He searched around every corner of the room. Even getting on his belly and looking under the counters. His dick pressed against the plastic floor and got even harder as it slid across it.

"Mop's in the cupboard." I told him, trying not to stare at the erect organ.

"Oh, thanks." He opened the door and the pole of the mop came crashing down at him.

The handle thwacked against the base of his boner. He jumped back and shouted.

"Agh!" He said, tending to the tender organ.

"Are.. you alright?" I asked, nervously.

He let out a few loud gasps of air and slowly quieted down. His erection had subsided, obviously. The flaccid penis hung loosely between his legs. His legs were shivering, and his eyes were a bit on the wet side.

"I'm... fine... really." He said, with a strain in his voice. "Hey, I'll take care of the floor, master. Don't worry about me. It's probably a bruise or a sore, it'll go away."

"You sure?" I asked, not confident in my perception of it.

"Yeah, don't worry." He said, "I'll take care of it."

He grabbed at the mop handle roughly and began to mop the floor with a strained groan. I thought back and remembered the sound of the collision. It was a loud "THWACK!" like wood meeting wood. Only, it wasn't wood meeting wood. It was metal hitting flesh. It must've hurt a lot.

After a few minutes, watching the poor guy having to strain so much as too much. I put a hand on his shoulder gently.

"Hey, you've done good. You wanna rest? Take a nap?" I asked him.

"A... nap?" He looked at me, his pupils shrinking. "I... guess I could. Where's my cage? I haven't seen it."

"Cage?" I asked back, "I don't have a cage. You want to sleep on the couch?"

"I... I couldn't do that, master!" He cried out, "That would be much too much of an inconvenience for you. Like, where would you sleep?"

"I have a bed." I said, plainly.

"Oh... I... guess I could use it." He said quietly, "How long should I nap?"

"Two hours, I guess." I said, "I'll be in my room."

I left the Model to his nap and went into my room. It was weird having company over. Even though I had just met him, I was sure I could trust him. He didn't seem very malicious about anything. Besides, what man is in the mood to cause trouble with a wounded manhood? Not many, I'd imagine.

I laid on my bed. I put my hands on the headrest and trailed my fingers along it. A small screen was revealed. This was my touch-puter. Able to access the World Wide Web and read the latest news. As, my access was limited around my area, I was curious as to what was going one with the world.

The first news article that caught my eye was that most robot and droid manufacturers' stocks had dropped exponentially. Now people seemed a bit more eager to buy the Ani-Models. They had taken over the robot market so quickly? But the article mentioned that it might be temporary.

As Ani-Models required food and a lot of upkeep, robots required only oiling, and software updates. Primitive robots didn't even need the updates. Robots could also work forever. Ani-Models needed to sleep, at least some time.

Me, I preferred Ani-Models. At least, from what I've seen. At least they have feelings, and can be touched. Not like robots which are cold, unfeeling metal. As I read more news articles, about the loss of jobs, the stocks, and the rise of some rights issues, I heard a noise.

I sat up from my bed. There was this loud, trickling noise. Like the noise of running water. But, I hadn't started anything up. I went out of my room and saw the bathroom light was on. How could I tell it was on? Because the door was wide open.

There he was my model standing with his feet slightly apart, pissing into the toilet. It was an awkward sight. He didn't even seem to notice me as I walked closer. It got into my view, he was holding it loosely with his right hand. His foreskin was slighty peeled back to make the action easier.

A golden stream erupted from the hole. It landed into the water with a loud noise. I wonder how it felt, peeing as a guy. I mean, having such a long canal to have the piss go through, I guess it felt nice? It's also the same hole that they cum out of, but I bet that felt different. As then most guys wouldn't be obsessed about sex.

Eyeing the dangling thing, I sort of wanted to pet it. It looked sweet, small, and innocent. All small and peeing like that. Maybe it'd get hard if I did that and then he couldn't pee. But, I didn't want to startle him.

"Uhh... hi?" I said quietly behind him.

His head whipped back and his pupils shrank into small dots again.

"Oh... I... just...I'm sorry." He said, not looking down at his manhood. "I... had just never used a human bathroom before. I usually go in bushes or in corners at the farm. I didn't think you'd like that so... I... uh... helped... myself."

"It's fine." I looked around the floor, "Your aim is pretty good. Most guys splatter all over the floor."

"Really? ... we were trained not to do that when little." He said, still peeing. "If we got a single drop on the floor during our test sessions, we'd get them yanked hard."

"Yanked?" I asked, "You mean they jacked you off?"

"No, not like that." He said, "They'd yank it, hard. Like, stretch it. It hurt. We had to do it in front of women to make sure we weren't shy about it. An Ani-Model is not supposed to be shy about his own body."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Just isn't, I don't know." He said, giving his cock a shake as he finished.

He flushed the toilet. He wasn't leaking a single drop. That was good. I didn't want cat-piss on my floor and furniture. I was glad it wasn't blood. From after the injury, I was starting to think he'd piss blood. I was glad I was wrong.

"Hey, I'll get back on the job. Don't worry. Where else should I clean, master?"

"You can take care of the laundry and the dishes." I said, "You can handle that, right?"

"Of course, I'll get right on it!" He skirted into the kitchen with his tail wagging and his junk bouncing.

I went back to my bed and cracked open the manual. I was curious about this creature and wanted to know more. I skimmed along until I found an interesting section.

"Punishment:

"If your Ani-Model is being naughty, eating things it shouldn't, stealing, rubbing genitals on objects or house members. It's about time for punishment. Depending on the age, and build of the Ani-Model, punishment can be done differently.

"Do not worry about retaliation, as we condition our models to never attack human beings unless they are militant models that are ordered to do so. They will not attack humans on their own.

"If your Ani-Model is built well, and strong. We recommend sexual punishment, as the muscles will be too dense for any other sort. Torture and roughing the genitals is a sure way to get your model to do what you want.

"Sexual punishment also works well with small models. Especially the males. Removing the self-satisfaction process of masturbation will be sure to get your model's attention. Masturbation is common in male models, and is usually a daily occurrence at night. They are trained to keep it clean and quiet, as not to disturb the owner.

"It doesn't always have to be the genitalia that is affected. Forcing a model to commence sexual and uncomfortable acts can work just as well. Having them lick the floors, stare at porn without touching, eat bad foods, wear uncomfortable clothes are a must to keep your Ani-Model in line.

"We do not recommend sexual punishment for younger models or corporal punishment for them either. Younger models should only have rights removed, and that is it. Scolding is also common for all models.

"Beating a model roughly is a way to remove trust from the relationship. As it will make your model even less enthused to work with you. Do not beat your model, as intense beatings violate our terms. You will not receive benefits after the hearing of an abuse case."

Punishment? He was a cute little guy, but I suppose if the time came I'd have to do something rough. I don't think I could be really angry with him. But, if it's what was required, I'd do it. I mean, as long as I didn't do anything permanent or lethal, he should be fine.

I heard a loud "CRASH!" I leapt out from my bed and ran into the kitchen. On the main counter, there was a pile of sparkling clean dishes. But, there was one dish on the floor that had shattered into a hundred or so pieces.

"I'm sorry, master!" He cried out, getting the dustpan and broom.

I guess this was as good a time as ever to start punishing the guy. Too bad, I really thought he was nice. Maybe they enjoyed it, I dunno. As long as I didn't see blood, I'm sure he'd be fine. He seemed like a tough trooper.

Before I could even walk to him, he was already done with cleaning the mess. It was in record time. I'd never seen someone sweep shards of sharp glass that fast.

"S-see, no harm done!" He said, his legs shaking. "It's all fine, look!"

"Uh, no it's not fine." I said, trying to sound angry. "How're you going to replace that dish?"

"I uhh!... Uhhh..." He went quiet, and looked down, crestfallen. "I... can't, master..." He said, his voice tiny.

"Come here, right now." I said firmly.

He meekly walked to me, his hands close together and at his chest. His ears were down with shame. His cock, strangely a bit smaller than it had been before. He really was scared, or at least was good at acting so.

"Lick this." I said, taking a plate from the rancid dish-water.

The plate hadn't been wiped by him yet. It had some wet, moldy pasta on it. Some of the red sauce remained. But it probably tasted like garbage as it had just come out from water filled with nasty plates and bowls.

There wasn't that much mold. It was noticeable, but surely not enough to hurt him. It wouldn't be enough to hurt a human, let alone these things. If, that is, they really could digest well.

I put it to his face. His little pink tongue exited from his mouth and slowly lapped up the fetid mess. His tongue glided around the smooth surface of the plate, absorbing every gross thing that came in contact with it.

He was shivering slightly. I looked down into his lap and saw that his sausage was slowly lengthening. I wasn't sure what to think. From the noises that came out of his mouth, he was disgusted. But, from that display, he was enjoying it.

Slowly but surely. The pink glans popped out. It was a bizarre sight! As the hole was staring up at me. Like it was trying to look at me. I wasn't sure what to do about it.

He put the plate back on the counter. It was spotless. It was the cleanest plate of the bunch. He gulped loudly, swallowing the grossness that he had not yet ingested. He looked up at me, eyes bright and alert.

"That all, master?" He asked.

"No, kitty." I said with a grin, "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I... it tasted bad." He said with a small voice, "But, it felt nice. Is that okay, master?"

"So, you like eating rotten food?" I asked him in a firm voice.

"I... don't think so, master." He scratched his long hair, "Should I?"

"Maaaaybe." I bent down and stared into the puckered hole of his cock.

It was pulsing, as the organ was supposed to. Slightly bouncing with each second. Yes, he really was horny. But what to do? I didn't want to make him cum. At least, I didn't. I looked down. I had better be careful. He might get revved up and shoot any second now.

But, I still wanted to take a risk. I flicked at the throbbing thing. He jumped and moaned out. A small spurt of pre-cum jutted out from the hole. I smiled, satisfied.

"Alright, go do your thing. In the bathroom. Don't make a mess." I said, looking down at him.

He stood up and ran straight into the bathroom. Then I could hear him, well, doing what all men do. He was pretty quiet, but not entirely so. I looked into a crack that was created from the joining of the door to the wall. I could see what was going on.

He was hunched over the toilet, pumping his throbbing meat quickly. He was sweating, more than I had seen him sweating before. He let out a small yelp as I saw a rope of cum shoot out from his dick.

It throbbed again, and then another rope came out. He shot another, and then a final fourth one. The rim of the toilet was covered with the gooey ropes. He took some of the toilet paper and wiped it off. He then bundled it and threw it into the toilet itself. He flushed the cum down.

His legs were quaking slightly. That girly butt of his was dripping with sweat. He was adorable. But, I decided against doing him then and there. I wasn't sure... about... well, he was cute. But, he... there was something forbidding about it. Something didn't settle right with me. Besides, I wasn't that horny to be honest. Not enough to pound that. Look? Yes. Pound? No.

He came out, his dick soft. He scratched at his balls idly.

"It's... uh... master? It's... late, should... you want me to get some sleep?" He asked me, "I can stay up if you want, master. I don't have to sleep. You need some laundry to be taken care of tonight, master?"

"No, no." I said, "How about you get some sleep? You're going to work very hard tomorrow."

"Alright, thank you, master." He said, with a small smile. "For letting me sleep on the couch. I've never slept on something that soft before."

I headed back to my bed, and took off my clothes. Not my bra and panties though. Something was strange about sleeping in the same house with a man, or at least a man-like creature. I doubt he would try anything, but... I can't be too careful.

I wrapped myself amongst the warm, soft blankets. My body was covered head to toe with the silky fabric. As I wrapped myself up, I fell asleep.

There were no dreams. There were no thoughts. Just silence.

I woke up when the alarm in my touch-puter went off. I got up, had a shower, and dressed. The warm water trickling down to my body woke me up in a very peaceful manner. Unlike the cold showers of farm life. Where I was awoken to a body covered in goose bumps.

I dressed myself in a skirt, blouse, t-shirt, and regular, plain shoes. I wasn't going to walk in high heels today. I just didn't feel like it. I walked out of my room. I could smell something. Something sweet, sugary, fluffy.

Something was being made, food. Food that tasted good. Not some sort of crappy pre-made stuff. I walked to the kitchen to see my Ani-Model working the waffler. I hadn't known that I had waffle mix, but I'm glad I apparently did as this was a delight to my senses.

He was butt-naked, as usual. I thought about giving him clothes for a moment, and realized then I couldn't see his junk jiggle around all the time. Then again, maybe I should get clothes for him for special times.

I wondered if they were allowed to walk in public, naked like that. They weren't human, so I knew that they didn't have the same rights as us. Their laws were much different than ours, so perhaps they could walk around naked.

Since they've been recently released, I wondered how many had been bought. This little guy was expensive, for thousands of dollars. And that that was the value deal. I'd hate to see what the premium models cost.

Maybe they were cheaper for certain people. I know that if the military wants them for soldiers, they can probably buy a twelve pack of these guys for the same price I paid for one. I'd imagine that they made great soldiers, being so loyal. The other models were probably stronger than mine.

Robot soldiers were clunky. Sure, they didn't need food, or training, or rest. But their reaction time was normally bad, they couldn't be in a lot of complex situations, and if captured, they were easily reprogrammed to the enemy. Metallic hearts bear no loyalty to their creators. Not unless they were programmed for it.

"I made waffles!" He said with a grin, "As a further apology for breaking that dish... I still feel really bad about that, master."

He handed me some waffles on a plate, they were toasted to perfection and were golden brown. He had poured syrup on top of them. It was the perfect ratio. Not too much syrup to devourer the waffles, and not too little to lose flavor.

Two slips of butter were soaked in the gooey goodness. The clean plate had a knife and fork on it. I went to work and started to eat breakfast. It was very delicious. He had obviously put a lot of thought into it.

I wiped the syrup from my lips with a napkin. I threw the napkin into a trashcan.

"Hey, thanks for that." I said, "I really like having breakfast made for me."

"It's... okay; I'm just sorry about breaking the dish." He said, meekly. "Anything you want me to do, master I can do anything for you."

"Anything?" I thought loudly.

I had to go to work. He was going to have to remain home, I'd imagine. I wasn't sure if I could take him to work with me. That would be weird to have some naked guy walking around calling everyone "master" and rubbing his dick on everything.

"Hey, take care of the laundry and the house." I told him, "I'll be back. If everything isn't sparkling, I'll have to punish you."

"Don't worry; I'll take care of it, master." He said with a small smile. "You can depend on me."

I left the house with him in charge of it. I guess it couldn't be worse than leaving it alone. I mean, he seemed capable. He wasn't going to mess it up. At least, not mess it up and not clean it. I wasn't really mad about the plate, but the manual had said punishment was the best way to control him.

Maybe I should get him some rewards too. Maybe some clothes, or a hairbrush or something. The weather was fair as it always was. I walked down the street and neared the empty park.

The park was almost never used. Children were all inside playing video games or watching television. The equipment of the playground wasn't up to date anyway. It would be dangerous to use.

And folks didn't want dead kids splattered across the floor. I didn't. Children were becoming more and more sparse as robots took the duties of wives. Women couldn't always screw as well as the most advanced machines in the market. Also robots didn't get headaches or nervous. Humans did.

Sex robots for women were also common. But, women didn't purchase them as often. As we are the less lustful gender on average. Unlike most men, a year without sex isn't some sort of test for me. It's normal.

Robot men must be weird. I don't know about other women, but I don't want a cold, metal rod expanding in my box. I'd prefer something warm and alive. And something that actually felt the magnitude of the action.

I entered a large, rectangular building. Almost all the buildings were the same shape. It was this sort of mundanely output which populated the world so densely. I shuffled to my desk and went to my office. Well, I say office but it was more like a cubical.

There was no real offices anymore. So many workers flooded the place. Even with the economy so wired with robots, some people still found work. It wasn't enough people to really pay for the population though. So many people were alive and taking resources that the few that were working were not enough to keep the upkeep.

It was a spiral of consumerism. We are eating ourselves from housing and board. Soon, there would be nothing left. Unless something changed. I was sure something good would happen. At least, at some point.

Work was monotonous. What I had to do was observe my screen and input data onto a table graph of what I saw. That was about it. The data changed erratically over seconds. My co-workers weren't good at their jobs. At least, I hadn't seen them do it well.

It still must've worked out well. Because robots would be a cheaper option, at least in the long run. We were doing something right, but I wasn't sure what. As long as we kept doing it though, we could feed ourselves and our families. Food was cheap, but it wasn't that cheap. Benefits would only last so long.

"Eey, s'up, Bridge?" An obnoxious voice said behind me.

"What is it, Thomas?" I asked.

"I've just been wonderin', have you seen those Ani-Model things?" He asked, "I saw a man walking a chick one, some fox babe... and she was buck-naked! I dunno 'bout you, but I haven't seen a naked woman walk around in public. 'cept during New Years, I suppose. I was weird..."

"Get used to it, Thomas." I said to the chubby man. "I bought my own model. A male. He walks around naked, it used to be weird but I think I can get used to it. Sort of sad though, what if he got cold? I'm going to get some clothes for him sometime."

"Geheheh." Thomas' fat folds shook with mirth. "So what's he look like, a hunk? Baby, I know you want a hunk. That's why you don't date people like me. What is he? A Doberman, a Retriever? Some muscular I bet."

"No, it's some tan cat thing." I said, "He's not that muscular, but he gets the job done. He's got this girlish figure. He's still compact though, he's not without any muscles. Also his dick looks like a human's. Not some weird cat penis or whatever."

"Ah, alright." Thomas looked around, "I might get a model myself. I mean, I need someone to do my job for me. I hear they're good workers."

"You think they'll allow an animal to take your job?" I asked him.

"Well, they're not animals. At least, not fully." He said, "Even if he couldn't, if he did get a job here, I'd get the money. So if we both worked here, I'd get twice the money. Then, I'll be ready for retirement in just a few measly years."

"I think that's too good to be true." I said, "I mean, if you could do that. Then why haven't I seen other people do so? I'd certainly hear about it on the news or something. It just doesn't seem that the government would support paying these things, at least at full-wage."

"Maybe no one's thought of it before." He said, "These things... they're part human. They must have some right, if only the right to work for money. I'll look into it. If they are considered humans, we might have ourselves some interesting cases."

"I really doubt they are." I said, "They're just sort of like machines, with flesh and feelings. They're still 'programmed' how to work. They have undying loyalty it seems. But, I'll take a look too to see how everything works. If he is human, I want to make sure I'm not breaking the law for having him be my slave."

"I doubt you are, they're probably considered half-human or something." Thomas stroked his bald head. "Interesting... I'll tell you if I find anything out tomorrow."

He swerved back and resumed working. I went back to work too. I wondered about the whole thing. Were these models considered animals, humans, or robots with their rights? If humans, we could be in for some very bad legal cases. If robots, everything is fine. If they were animals, I'm not sure. Animal rights have always been a bit on the iffy side. Cows are slaughtered in inhuman ways without consequence, but if one did the same to a dog, he would suffer jail time.

After work I headed out the door with my paycheck guaranteed to go into my card. Instant transaction was a plus since checks were hardly ever used. To pay by check usually added suspicion as it could bounce. That was never a problem with paying with your ID registration number. Almost like the credit card of yesteryear, but you could only have one and it was tied to you for life. You also couldn't overdraw and get in debt, which was a big problem back in the day.

I walked into the cool, air conditioned living room. I locked the door behind me. The first thing that caught my attention was how clean it was! It was sparkling! It even smelled much more better! The second thing that got my attention was the cat-boy fucking my couch.

He was heaving, his dick pressed between two cushions. He thrust and moaned as if he was screwing a real girl. His girly ass was dripping with sweat. The inside of his knees were wet with the perspiration.

"Hoo... GOOOD!" He yelled out as he arched his back.

His body went backwards as he yelled out in orgasm. I could see a small spurt of white come out of the cushion crack. He flipped rearward, landing on the floor on his back. A string of cum, that was still attached to the tip of his dick, broke off mid-flip, landing on top of the couch and the floor.

He sprawled back with a stupid-looking grin on his face. His cock leaking all over the floor as he twitched with excitement. I looked at him, with a stern glare. "Someone's been a bad kitty!"

He stood up quickly, his dick and pupils small and shrunken. He nervously took a tissue into the cushion crack and started to wipe off his seed.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you were going to get here so quickly!" He cried out, "I was going to clean it up, I swear!"

"Clean it up, right now." I said, "Then you'll have to receive your punishment."