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My nose was the first part of my body to wake up, it wrinkled at the smell of fish. -Mmm, I love fish. But who cooks it for breakfast?, I wondered as my eyes still refused to open. Five more minutes; I decided, curling more and turning myself into a tight little catball. Something warm and moist prodding at my lips, forced me to open my eyes beforehand. Turns out, nobody was cooking fish. It was the second thing I prefer not to have in the morning: cock.

My master had woke up early, apparently, and he stood beside the bed, pressing his length on my face. In a fraction of a second, all the horrible things he'd done to me flashed through my mind. I jumped back scared, whining. My body was still sore in so many places, my butthole topping the list.

"Now that you're awake, you can help me with my morning wood", he buckled forward.

I closed my eyes tight, suppressing the urge to cry, and then sheepishly crawled back to his lap. Holding his rapist cock steady with my paws, I gave it's whole length a few licks, lubricating it for the sake of my throat. He stroked my hair and purred as I diligently lapped the source of my suffering.

Just as I slid his penis into my maw, my stomach crunched loudly. It had been a whole day since the last time I ate something. I was starving.

"Don't you dare munching!", the panther laughed. "Soon you'll have a mouthful to fill that hungry belly with" I tasted a drop of pre as his big paws slowly rocked my head back and forth. Tears sprouted from my eyes as a deep pain accumulated in my chest. So much abuse in the last few days was getting my throat used to the feeling of his member stretching it. I still chocked from time to time but it was mostly on his brutal climax._Master promised a mouthful and he provided. _

"Good boy", his thumbs wiped my tears as I lapped the last vestiges of cum from his shrinking shaft.

**

Coming down the stairs proved to be a truly painful task, my tailhole had me wincing with every step. The panther looked proud as he heard my moans and patiently descended by my side.

Forty two rooms and we always ended in the main hall. This time we crossed it and went to the contiguous kitchen. "I dismissed the house staff for today. Since I don't have to pay you, I want to see what you can do. Start by making me a coffee", he said and returned to the main hall.

I don't mind doing some house chores. Besides, he can't fuck me while I'm doing them,right? So... coffee. I think I can make coffee. It's not my favorite beverage, the flavor is too bitter and the smell too strong. I'm more of a tea person. But if he wants coffee, I'll try and make my best. I really need to cause a good impression so he can see me as more than just a fuck-hole.

Let's see, where does he keeps the beans?...

After opening twelve cabinets, I found the coffee beans inside a big jar over one of the countertops, labeled COFFEE. Yeah, I'm slow in the mornings.

I grinded the beans with passion, letting all my frustration onto them. I was much more relaxed after that, actually enjoying my task. If only I'd knelt instead of crouching when I went to light the oven's logs. My tailhole stretched and I yelped.

The outburst went unnoticed so I searched for a nice cup and matching saucer while the water boiled. Ok, I have the coffee brewed, the cup, dish, spoon, some cookies, sugar cubes and tray. That should be it.

I returned to the main hall and calmly laid the tray on the coffee table next to his couch. "It took you long", the panther grunted, putting his book aside. "Sorry, I wanted it to be perfect for you, master", my tail nervously swirled around as he leaned to the table.

"Perfect seems unlikely... you forgot the cream", he shook his head disapprovingly. My tail dropped dead as did my ears.

"Sorry. I'll go get some", I turned and walked away, with my head hanging low, all my interest in the matter completely gone.

"NO. Come back here", he flicked his finger and I obediently returned to his side. "I'll get it from you". Before I could understand what he meant, his paw pulled my sheath back. I moaned as his fingers stroked my pink flesh into a full erection. Please don't let this be some scheme he's playing, I can't stand any further teasing, my balls ache so badly.

"Hold still, Nimbus! I want it on the coffee, not on me!", he commanded after I'd thrust into his paw, wanting to get all the pleasure I could from this. Displaying an impressive self control, I followed his order.

He held my tapered tip barely an inch over the cup. Feeling the hot steam drew me over the edge and that was it; trembling, moaning and accidentally dipping my head into the hot beverage, I came. His coffee was finally complete.

"Mmm, yes... from now on I'll have it like this. Absolutely delicious!", he concluded, taking another sip.

Forget what I said before,I LOVE coffee.

With my body leaning on the back of the couch, I watched in disbelief as he dipped some cookies into the cup. Hot and gross at the same time. It still caused some loud noises to come from my belly. I waited quietly until he finished, while eyeing the guard that looked as immutable as the day before. Was he part of the furniture? He didn't even glanced as master milked me, and I moaned loudly on purpose. But nothing... maybe he's straight. I snapped out of those toughts, hearing the cup touch the coffee table.

"Master, when can I eat?", my stomach crunched again.

"Oh, your food is on the table", the panther vaguely pointed with his finger. The same plate that had been served for me last night was still there. I asked him if I could heat it, but he just dryly replied "It was hot when they made it". My ears dropped and I shuffled to the table, letting a long *sigh* before reluctantly dipping the fork into the cold casserole.

It was tasty, the temperature took some of it's charm but I wasn't really that picky. I devoured through the first real meal I had in several days.

The raccoon strived into the hall as I licked the dish clean.Very immature on my part, I know. "Good morning milord!", Mr fancy pants made a reverence, not even acknowledging my presence. Who hires a raccoon for managing his state, anyway? Stereotypes exist for a reason.

"The vehicle is ready. Here's the uhhh... clothing you requested for the slave", the masked rodent handed Master a bag, who immediately tossed it to my chest. I picked the package from the floor and searched it's content. Now I see why the raccoon was having problems defining it. What would you call a tiny piece of red cloth, the size of a coin purse, looped through two gold rings on each side?Humiliating, that's the word.

I just sighed and put it on. The fit was tight; it clenched to my package, leaving nothing to imagination. The v-shaped front barely covered my sheath at all, exposing my darker, pubic fur. I groaned in disappointment as the panther nodded. I was better naked.

Master told me to surprise him for lunch when he came back. And that, in his absence, I was to be constantly surveiled by the present guard. All this he managed to explain while teasingly stroking my crotch, keeping a disturbing eye contact.Molester.

**

With master and the manager gone, I headed to the kitchen to see what I could do to "surprise" him with the available supplies. Would be_poison soup_ surprising enough? I smirked, dismissing those thoughts as I met with the coyote's cold eyes.

"So... how's the job? Does it have it's charms?", I tried breaking the ice.Silence. "Right. So it's gonna be like this all day?" Not even a nod. He was an iceberg. I went a step forward and started a staring challenge. That thing always end up cracking both sides. I even made funny faces and all, but he won. Still nothing. I gave up on trying to communicate with my new shadow and focused on lunch.

With the sound of my hands chopping potatoes in the background, my mind filled the otherwise silent task with memories of the last few days. Like if all the wounds in my body weren't enough reminder. Less than a week had passed since I met Mike. How could all these horrible things happen to me in such a short time? I had to switch to onions to mask my watering eyes. The sharp edge of the knife seemed more and more appealing as I relived the cruelty with which the panther treated me after escaping._Just a deep cut in your wrist, Nim. Slice it and let the realm of shadows take you forever. _

No. I shuddered at the thought of taking my own life. He said he wouldn't hurt me as long as I followed his command. Perhaps living here can be bearable. If not... the knife will always be there waiting for me.

**

A 23 ingredients seasoned chicken was the result of three and a half hours of cooking. I was taking it out of the oven when my ears flicked at the sound of a carriage stopping on the entrance. I'm starting to realize this manor is_really_ silent. I took off the apron and went to meet my master.

They were just getting in when I reached the doorway. "Lunch is almost ready master. How was your d-", I couldn't even finish faking interest in his day. The panther's coat was tossed over my head, and then the raccoon's, and then the one from a third fur that I wasn't able to see from under the pile of clothing. I counted to ten before taking the coats to the closet.

**

It was a cleric of some kind, I noted while placing the dishes on the table, probably the priest from the town's church. The robe gave him away. Concerned about the amount of furs waiting to eat, I nervously addressed my master.

"Master, I-I... I didn't made that much food. Last night there were only two plates. I thought..."

"Excuses", he interrupted me. "Seems like you won't be eating after all", he looked at his nails. I mewed, pouting at his unfair solution. It wasn't my fault. He didn't told me for how much people to cook. "Hurry up, I'm hungry", he smiled widely.

I frowned on my way to the kitchen, cursing to myself as I returned with the tray and served all the food on three plates. For a cleric, the gray-furred alberin glanced way too much at my butt as I bent to pour wine into his glass. Having all the dishes and glasses served, I headed towards the kitchen to see if I could snatch an orange or something. Perhaps even have a second staring contest with the coyote.

"Slave, come here", Master tapped his lap.Great. Now I have to watch him eat while my stomach crunches. Will he use me as napkin too? I awkwardly sat over him, trying not to make eye contact with the other two furs. And so the panther began eating, his warm body embracing me. "Reginald, fire the cook. We won't be needing her anymore", Master ordered the raccoon. Pride swelled my chest, barely shadowed by a feeling of guilt towards the cook. Her life can't be harder than mine. I ditched the guilt.

And then, I was woken out of my thoughts by something warm and moist prodding at my lips. Not cock this time. Well, not that kind anyway. It was a chicken bit in Master's fork. He was sharing his food with me!

Two out of three times I was left with my maw open as the fork passed over my shoulder and entered his mouth. But I didn't care. I was happy to be appreciated. They discussed about the preparations for some incoming festivity and how much it would cost to repair the chapel. I constantly shifted my head from manager to priest, hearing them argue over the importance of increasing the church's budget. Master barely participated in the talk at all. The way Reginald protected his money like it was his own, greatly amused him. He was in such a good mood he even left the last bit of food for me!

Of course, knowing my master, it all deranged quickly. With the dish empty, Master's paws were free to tease my nipples ruthlessly. They knew only two ways:the lightest of strokes or the hardest of pinches. I bit my lip in an unsuccessful attempt to mute my moans. I was so ashamed. Why he had to do this in front of a priest?

The panther pressed his muzzle on my neck and inhaled deeply. "All this food aroma around still can't conceal the smell of sex impregnated in your fur. You're all damp in cold sweat from last night. It emanates a very enticing musk", he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. It wasn't just 'smell' what he impregnated in my fur. A single shocking memory filled my mind as he stroked my tail:the bloodied rag. I tried to get up, but Master's grip on my shoulders held me in place. "I'm not done", he grunted. I was quivering, feeling his instrument of torture grow beneath me.

"Reginald, I'll meet you in your office later", he motioned the manager to get up. "Good bye, Lord Kirian. Thanks for your time", the priest bowed and they both rushed out of the room, almost panicking.

"You're the most beautiful thing I have set eyes on, Nimbus", he nibbled my ear. "I can't stop fucking you"Oh, shit.

"Master! Pleaaase, no! Let me heal! I did everything you asked. You promised you wouldn't hurt me", I turned and squeezed his chest fur, searching for some mercy inside his heart. No luck, It was as black as his fur.

"I don't care. I want to fuck you, I bought you for that sole purpose. Now, bend over!", he pushed my hands away.

"P-p-pleaaase", my voice was broken and my eyes moist.

"I won't say it twice", he grunted. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my quivering form over the table. His paws slid my undies to the knee while I whimpered.

<<Monster>>, I wanted to yell with all my strength, but I was too coward or had too much self-love to face the consequences of that act. Yes. A coward, that's what I am. I choose a life of endless suffering with this awful being just because I don't have the courage to kill myself. I whimpered even louder. How long will he make me wait before ravaging my tailhole?!Get it over you fucking rapist! I squeezed my eyelids tighter.

"You know? I wasn't really going to fuck you. It was a test. And you passed, my submissive little cat", he patted my back and slowly stroked my sides.

The quivering stopped but I still refused to open my eyes or even move from disbelief. Did he realize how far he pushed the limits of my sanity? How pitiful he made my existence? I jumped, letting out a sharp yelp as his broad tongue lapped my tailhole.

"Mmm, copperish", he savored it. Now I had my eyes wide opened, glaring angrily at him. "I'll have to give your rump a couple days of rest, what a shame", Master sighed, shaking his head and pulling up the only piece of clothing I wore.

**

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. I followed master to the raccoon's office, where they talked for hours about workers wages, crops rotation, harvesting seasons and other boring stuff of his business, while Reginald filled the ledgers. Meanwhile, I constantly asked master if he wanted a coffee, before a puzzled manager that didn't understand my insistence. In the end, the panther lost his temper and menaced with having "raw eggs" along with his coffee if I kept bugging him. I flinched and kept silence from then on.

Half through the meeting, master dismissed me. "Go wander around the house, I trust you won't try to escape again" he smirked, probably remembering what he'd done to me. My ears flattened. He was right, I wouldn't. The bare thought of setting a foot on that dungeon again bristled my fur.

**

Free to explore the manor, I visited every of the forty two rooms. Most of them were just plain bed chambers -very well decorated. But unused, empty bedrooms still. What was the point in having so many of them if he never had visits? Dust accumulated on the windows' ledge. I came back to his chamber and opened all the chests and boxes at sight. There were LOTS of jewels. And yes...I tried them all. Heh heh heh. I looked magnificent on the standing mirror. You just had to ignore the humiliating collar and the brand on my pubis. But besides that, I was ready to watch the commoners kneel before me.

"Shall I bring the candlesticks so you can wear them too?", the voice of the panther sent shivers down my spine. I was red as an apple when I turned to face him. "There are also some golden spoons you may find 'fashionable'", he snorted.

"Master I-I..." I was feverishly taking all out.

"Relax", he shook his head. "Just put everything where you found it and go make dinner", Master aimed to the door. When he was about to exit, he stopped and leaned on the door-frame.

"Take a look at yourself, all covered in gold. For what? To feel prettier? More secure? You don't need it, Nimbus. You shine far more than any gem or piece of polished metal in this room" With that he left. That gotta be the kindest thing someone has ever told me. I can't believe it came from him.

**

This time I DID ask how many we would be for diner. Master told me it was just us; Reginald comes back every night to be with his family. I wonder why, having so much room available, he doesn't house the manager's family in here. This place feels so empty, and the raccoon must get up really early to get here from the village at the time he does.

Fish was tonight's meal. And this time I got to sit on my own chair, though I wouldn't mind being on his lap from time to time, it's really comforting. I hoped that getting his belly full would discourage him from having sex, but that was not the case. He followed me up the stairs with the same intently look as always.

I sat nervously on the edge of the bed, wondering if he would honor his promise of letting my ass rest for a few days. "Master, do you want me to blow you?", I asked softly.

"Blow me? *sigh* Nimbus, Nimbus, Nimbus", he shook his head. "You've just ate. All the blood is in your stomach. That has just two possible outcomes: Either you pass-out or you end up throwing up on my dick. None of my liking. I have a better idea in mind", he put a sly smile and gently pushed my chest, leaving me looking at the ceiling. Master got on top of me and straddled my hips with his thighs. He just stayed like that, in all fours, his hands sinking the mattress at either side of my neck as he looked deeply into my eyes. The truth is, I wasn't so interested in keeping eye contact. The position gave me a perfect view of his abs and I wouldn't waste it. My fingertips traced each beautiful contraption of muscle. -Mff! I could've been all day contouring those stiff patches of panther goodness in complete awe.

We were hard as steel. "Master, what was that that you had in mind?", I raised my gaze to meet his eyes. "Just wait and you'll see", he replied, always looking at my eyes as he began to stroke himself. I held his look, a bit intimidated by his determination. I didn't had to wait much, a few seconds later his precum splashed over my dick, sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. He smiled at my sudden jolt and wrapped our dicks together in his big paw, never breaking the eye contact. I moaned deeply as he began to thrust, rubbing our most sensitive flesh inside his iron grip. Barbs grinding against barbs, it was pleasure in pure state. Master's hot breath heated my face as he grunted, just as lost in ecstasy as I was.

He came first. Feeling his hot seed splashing on my chest was all it took to blow my load. We trembled and shoot together.It was beautiful. Master rested on his side while we bathed in the afterglow, smearing our seed all over my chest and belly. I was too spent to protest and it actually felt nice to be caressed that way. "You behaved very well today, Nimbus", he rolled to straddle me again, his muzzle just two inches from mine. "Here's your reward", he said. The next thing I knew, Master's broad tongue was in my maw.

So sudden. So unexpected.So good. I melted into that kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but they made up for the entire day. He had to pin me to bed because I would keep following his muzzle as he pulled away.

"Mooore", I moaned in complete lust.

"Don't get greedy", he nuzzled my nose.

I propped myself up and hugged him tight, hiding my face in his shoulder. I don't know if it was the utter lack of love in my life, the fact that I'd just came, or simply how good he was with his tongue, but I needed to do that. I needed to form another good memory to hold on to in my darkest moments, something to convince myself that I'm more than someone's sex-toy.

"So. Fucking. Adorable", master let himself fall and wrapped his arms around my back. I was trapped in a snug panther jacket. Breathing was challenging, yes, but his embrace comforted me. His big heart thumped over mine until we were both in synchrony. It was so relaxing; so peaceful. I peeked over his shoulder and looked to the ceiling like it was full of stars, a faint smile drawn on my lips. At noon I had considered killing myself. At midnight I was voluntarily hugging him. It is surprising how wide is the range of emotions he can put me trough.

My shoulder was wounded, my tailhole burned, my ears carried four unasked piercings, but I still managed to smile. Master was completely different after sex, so tender and caring. He spun to lay beside me and I leveraged the moment to rest my head on his puffy pect._Best. Pillow. Ever. _

I purred myself to sleep, feeling the soft stroke of his fingertips scratching behind my ears.

**

"WAKE UP", Master startled me with a roar. My heart hit the ceiling and bounced back to my chest, or at least that's how it felt. I did not find it amusing as he did. I waited a few seconds for my pulse to stabilize before speaking. "G'morning Master, shall I go make breakfast?", I asked with a big yawn.

"No, not just yet. I need to take a bath first", he sniffed his armpit. "Get the water ready"

"Oh, ok", I said while putting my only piece of clothing on, bending way more than what was needed, knowing he was staring at my ass. "Mmm-master? Can I take one too, after you?", I rubbed my paw on the disgusting, solid mess of cum in my chest. I can't believe last night I found it sexy.

"Hmm, I don't know. I like having you marked with my scent... I'll think about it"

I turned to face him, pouting, and using my best sad kitty eyes.

"Yeah, keep making that face. It turns me on", he grinned. "Eek!" Needless to say, I rushed out of the room before he stuffed my maw again. On my way to the bath, I had a mini heart attack when I stumbled with a maid, making her drop the laundry she was carrying -Right, they returned today.

"Uh, hi. You must be Lord Kirian's new...", she stopped for a moment, wincing at the stain in my chest. "Slave", I sighed, looking away in shame.

"I'm Lira" the leopardess extended her hand in greeting. "Nimbus", I shook it. "Nice to meet you Nimbus. I've heard you're doing Rita's job now".

Rita? Must be the former cook. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that" Why do I even apologize? It's not like I asked for it. "Oh, don't be. Lord Kirian paid her well and she's happy of finally having the time to open her own bakery shop", she shushed me.

Lira struck me as a joyful fur, her voice was sweet and her words kind. It's nice to know I have someone normal to talk to. I helped her put everything back in the basket and continued my way to the bath.

**

Everything had to be so huge in this house? I lost count of how many buckets of water I'd heated and poured into the large, wooden tub. It was easy to spot when master was coming, his heavy footstep made the planks of the floor tremble. The moment the black panther entered the room, his musk called my nose just as his cock called my eyes. Even sheathed like that it was beautiful to watch, with that pair of charcoal low hangers and that strange, unsettling piercing in his nut.

"It's impolite to stare at your master's crotch. Seems like I'll never be done teaching you manners, Nimbus. You've lost the privilege of modesty for today. Take that off", he grunted, pointing at the piece of red cloth covering my cathood. I whined, my ears flattened as I followed his command. It had to be right when the house staff returned?

Master dove in into the warm water, hanging his arms from the sides of the tub as he comfortably rested his head on the border. He stayed like that for a few seconds, just relaxing with his eyes closed.

"Nimbus", he opened one eye.

"Yes, master?"

"Pass me another sponge and soap", he vaguely pointed at the nearby cabinet. Apparently the ones that I left him weren't good enough.

I fumbled through the small doors and found the required items. -Vanilla scented soap.This shit is expensive, I thought to myself. I was laying them on the edge of the bathtub when the panther violently yanked my arm, throwing me headfirst into the water.

"WHAT THE F-", I emerged.

"Shhh. I made mind. Here, take", he handed me the things I'd gathered from the cabinet. I immediately sunk the sponge in the water and began scrubbing my chest madly. Master was calmly washing himself behind me, his legs wrapped around my waist while his breathing heated my neck. All movement ceased when I felt his sponge rubbing my back. I closed my eyes and gasped, my body rocking gently with each of his strokes.

"Up", he ordered, and I woke up of my trance to stand. Right away, Master's paws were on my buttocks, kneading them passionately. -Mf! the panther got me hard yet again. I began to worry about his intentions when he lifted my tail.

"You better be freaking appreciative tonight that I didn't FUCK you right now", master showed more self-control than I gave him credit. I nodded frantically, without turning back. Holding up the moans was almost impossible when the sponge began to stroke my tailhole. It twitched uncontrollably.

"Master, it's still sore!", I whined.

"If it really hurt, you would be screaming". He was right, it wasn't that painful. But I couldn't risk he finding out I'm a fast healer.

"There, squeaky clean. No more blood", he ran two soapy fingers very, VERY slowly from under my balls to the base of my tail, sending a wave of pleasure up my spine.

"Now do my back", he commanded. I turned to switch positions and caught him glancing at my erection. "You can't resist my touch, can't you?", I felt the blood rushing to my ears, cheeks, and of course, my cock. He smirked and spun around so I could start.

His back was such a pleasure to the tact. I gave him a meticulous scrubbing, getting to feel each little bump and valley that formed that compact mass of muscles. I think I even polished it. As to how I ended up with his dick down my throat, a few moments after, it's fair to say I'm the only one to blame. There was something about his tail that hypnotized me, I wanted to have it in my hands. And I did. -Gosh! It's girth, it's weight! I washed it, rolling it between my soapy paws and I... I...I rubbed it on my cheek. So, yeah, my fault. The panther was already purring. I should've known better.

We went with our towels to the nearest fireplace before going down the stairs for breakfast. He didn't let me pick up my underwear, which made it all the more uncomfortable when we met with the maids (that apparently always wait at the base of the stairs to greet him). Reginald was there too.

"Morning milord", he said to the panther. Then to me, "Slave", almost with disgust.

"Hey Reggie, I have a name, you know?", I complained with as much dignity someone with the tail tucked between his legs can have. The manager clenched his fists, glaring at me.

"It's Reginald, not 'Reggie'. And I'm being polite enough acknowledging your presence. I don't have to. Am I clear, slave?". So he has a_weak spot_ with his name. I can play Mr. asshole too.

"Sure, Reggie", I teased him. Master snickered behind me and gently pushed me in the main hall's direction.

**

"What would you like to drink, Master?" My cock was hard and gleaming in expectation of that magic word:coffee. He had teased me all morning, face-fucked me, this was my chance of getting something back.

"Tea", Master grinned. I mewed, pouting. My ears were down but my cock was just as stiff. And then I heard a snort.

"You should've seen your face, priceless!", Master laughed his ass off. "Go make some coffee", he smacked my butt.

I gotta admit this beverage is quickly growing into me. It's probably due to the peacefulness left in my body, after serving master's cup, rather than it's bitter taste. But maybe another sip can change my mind... *slurp* Nope, it's definitely the milking. I have it black, of course. It's enough that I have to swallow his jizz, I won't add mine to my diet. Doesn't matter how much he insists.

I was buttering a toast when Reggie strode into the room. "The carriage is ready for your weekly inspection to the crops, milord", he announced and then squinted at me while I munched loudly.

"Ow, ow, owww!", master nibbled my ear harshly. "Manners, Nimbus. That's just how annoying your chewing is!", he grunted. Now Reginald was smiling.

"I'll be waiting outside", he bowed and left.

The second the door closed, the panther got up. The idea of spending the rest of the day idly waiting for him, in this luxurious prison, briefly flashed through my mind. Yeah, nothing like being surrounded by a bunch of mean-looking, mute coyotes while I pick a book from master's large collection of readings containing the word "torture". I better take my chances on a walk with the panther. After all, I haven't felt the sun on my shoulders since I got here.

"Master c-can I go with you?"

"I'm going to work, Nimbus. It's not a picnic", he frowned.

"Please master, I'll be quiet. You won't notice me. Promise"

"Why do you want to come?"

Because I get bored all day in here, between the armored statues he calls guards? -No, that's not a good answer.Think, think. "I... I feel so lonely when you're gone", my ears flattened. I wish that was a lie.

"Fine", he rolled his eyes.

**

After he'd made me beg and kiss his feet, I convinced him of letting me wear my undies back. He also provided me with some dusty and long-unused winter clothes that must've belonged to a fur of my size. He didn't mention who. I would have been more appreciative of his gesture if he had given me more than just a pair of gloves, a wool cap and a scarf. Is a sweater or some pants too much to ask? Doesn't matter, It gave me the perfect excuse to sit on his lap in the carriage, much to Reggie's annoyance.

I learned master owned everything I could see up to the horizon. We walked for hours in the crops, while master debriefed each supervisor on the harvest throughput, every now and then yelling and pushing them. His roar bristled everyone's fur, alberin's ears would spring up over the plants, invariably. There were barebacked workers anywhere you looked at. Hundreds of them. The main plantation was tobacco, but when I saw the logo on one of the boxes used to harvest, I understood that half of the fruits and vegetables I sold in dad's grocery store actually came from here.

At noon we made a stop on Rita's newly opened bakery shop, where master bought some sandwiches. Reginald took the chance to go lunch with his family, while master instructed the driver to take us to a far end of the crops where we could be alone. He left us on an elevated hill by the side of the plantation -with an amazing view of the town- where we settled under an old tree. We DID HAVE a picnic after all.

There was a peaceful harmony between the sun heating my fur and the cool breeze doing the opposite. Master took a bite down to his tuna sandwich before leaving it aside and pulling me over him like a nice kitten-blanket.

"It's a charming village, isn't it?". His voice was calm and sweet. A complete change from how it was just some moments ago, in the crops.

"Mhm", I nodded while swallowing down a big chunk of food.

"To think that when I first moved my plantations here, it was all abandoned and wrecked by the Cult of Fire. Now it houses over 600 families and 2000 workers. Best paid workforce in the continent", I felt his chest swell. It was difficult to connect master's hard temper and cruelty with this kind and well-meant facet of his. They were like two different furs. Perhaps he is not as mean as I thought.

"Owww!", Master bit my ear.

"Are you even listening?", he grunted. I may have zoned out.

"As I was saying, it's time I get you in the loop. This town is located in the middle of the only commercial route connecting Vemiria and Thedran. That's no coincidence. While producing fruits and vegetables can be a very profitable business, I'm not a farmer. Behold, Nimbus, the largest network of spies this continent has ever seen. Villagers, distributors and merchants under my payroll move a much more valuable good than any other produce. Information", he made a dramatic pause.

"You'll be surprised of how much nobles are willing to pay to keep their skeletons in the closet", Master now stroked the ear he bit.

"For that reason, this operation can't have any weak links. This is a closed community. No one establishes here without swearing loyalty to me. Which reminds me... if you ever disclose this information without my permission, I will KILL YOU, slowly and painfully", he whispered as it was the sweetest thing to say. I choked on my sandwich.

"Now get up, I want to eat", he pushed me. I knelt beside him, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

"So spies? That's so cool! C-Can I be a spy too? I'm fast and silent! A-And I know how to lie!", I pulled from his coat.

"NO. You have been reading too many adventure novels. That aren't the set of skills required. It's about blending in, and you certainly do not go unnoticed. You belong to my bed Nimbus. That's your place" My ears drooped.

"But there IS something I need you to do for me" They sprung back up.

"Tomorrow there's gonna be a spy from Vemiria coming to leave his report. I will be departing early with Reginald to attend Town's businesses. I'm the Mayor after all. You'll have to receive an envelope from him and tell him his next target is the Captain of the Royal Guard. Have you understand?"

"Yes, Master! Receive envelope. Inform next target: Captain of the Royal Guard", I don't know why I spoke like that and made a military salute. Master chuckled and shook his head.

**

The night always brought fear into me. The soreness in my tailhole was almost gone, just a faint irritation left. But I would hate if he reopened my wounds so close to having fully healed. I slid over his naked form, resting on top of him like when we were under the tree. His hot flesh poked between my cheeks. I was trembling. Master gave a reassuring lick to my neck and pulled me a little upwards.

"Get your knees together", he commanded. I felt his penis gently rub against my balls and thighs. It was a tingly sensation, impossible to resist. Up and down master's hips went, soon coating my ballsack with pre. I closed my thighs all I could, grinding his penis madly and obtaining stronger thrusts in return. The stimulus was delicious and soon I was pawing off. That didn't last, though. Master slapped my hand.

"I'll handle this", he said. Quite literally.

With his paw meticulously pumping my meat, master made sure we shuddered and spasmed together. It was heavenly. Again he smeared the hot jizz all over my fur. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Its nothing a warm bath can't fix. Master turned to a side and kissed my nape, squeezing me tighter against his chest, like a big teddy bear. Maybe that's what I am. Perhaps inside this fortress of silence he has built, behind the alienating way in which he treats other furs, hides the fact that he feels as alone in this world as I do.

Or maybe I'm reading more than there is in his gestures. It doesn't matter. As long as he caresses me like this, I'm happy.

**

This morning was different from yesterday's. Instead of being woken up by roars or cocks, it was by licks.

"Morning master", I greeted him with a big smiley yawn. "Shall I ready the bathtub?"

"You learn fast", he nodded.

I didn't stare at his boner this time, nor did I play with his tail. So yes, you could say I'm a fast learner. Master made an "oral exam" to my anus, that's just another way to say he rimmed me ruthlessly, while we were bathing.

"Your hole is perfectly fine. I'm having it tonight", he concluded. Two days ago I would've whined at that, but master has been so tender and caring that I actually felt like I owed this to him.

With all he had worked me up, his coffee was extra creamy this morning. He finished his cup, patted my back and told me he'll see me at dinner. I accompanied him to the entrance where I watched him leave with Reggie. In the time while the spy didn't arrived yet, I... well, this is kinda embarrassing... I borrowed some stuff from the dungeon and went upstairs to soap them up and try to stretch my hole for tonight.

Eventually the big bell in the reception rang and I had to towel off, pull up my undies and run to meet the spy, begging for the blood to stop rushing to my face. Of course, nothing could prepare me to see_Mike_ standing at the entrance.

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