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My Master

The bright, white sun leaked in through the window shutters, forcing me to open my eyes and push the silk sheets aside. I was in my small bedroom, in my petite, but comfortable, bed. Grumbling snores from the next room let me know that master was still asleep and his wife was likely still with him, tired from the spaceship ride home from a vacation on Beta Vulpeculae.

I wanted to spend the night with master, in his strong, furry arms, but I knew he loved his wife and wanted some time alone with her. It was also the first time I had met her and although she didn't seem to care that her husband had acquired me after returning from his business trip on Earth, a trip that almost got him tried for treason at that, I couldn't tell what she really thought about me and decided to give her some room.

There was no time to think though, it was morning and there was work to be done. Breakfast, for one thing. Master had several servants, including a trained chef, but he found my attempts at making his species cuisine charming, eagerly rewarding me if I did well and punishing me swiftly if I failed. Strangely, both the punishment and the reward were often the exact same and I ended up enjoying either.

Jumping out of bed, I went to the mirror and groomed myself. Brushed my short, brown hair and polished my gold collar, including wiping down the inside (One thing they don't tell you before you become a slave, when you wear a collar all day, sweat and body odor accumulate like crazy!) with a cloth. I dressed myself in a thin, silk shirt with a v-shaped opening on the chest going all the way down to just above my belly-button. The shirt was long enough to cover my nether regions and halfway down to my knees, which was good because I didn't have pants. I didn't need them.

Stepping into some cotton slippers, I began to leave the room, stopping only to flick open the wooden shutters for a second. I glanced away from the gargantuan Sirius A, which blazed brightly despite the planet being quite distant from it; and gazed upon a small portion of master's garden. It reminded me of home, a temperate forest with tall pine trees shadowing the grass and thick bundles of ferns. Ropes of ivy ran up the four columns holding up a gazebo on the other side, just before the railing. I nearly fell over the railing when I first looked over it, struggling to see the city beneath us on the tower. Master owned the entire thing, though we only lived on the top three floors consisting of the penthouse.

I was wasting time! Master would punish me if he saw me doing this! I flicked the shutters away, shuffling out of the room quickly. Truthfully, he wouldn't have punished me much, but I wasn't sure about his wife.

The kitchen was empty, master having ordered it be my sole domain until after breakfast. I had never cooked much on Earth, but I was learning fast, especially since I was dealing with alien ingredients.

Today it would be grilled luzsteak marinated in red radz sauce, along with baked Sirian leeks.

The luzsteak was easy, it was cooked pretty much the same as a steak back home though Sirians liked it very rare compared to us. It shocked me when I found out that the luz is an animal very similar to deer and of severely limited intelligence, but with a gift of imitation, Sirians teaching them words to repeat as a form of branding.

I had already prepared the radz sauce the night before. The key ingredient being the radz, a live octopus-like creature that you have to beat to death in order for it to secrete the chemical used in the sauce. It was cruel, but delicious.

The leeks were the hardest to make right, oddly enough. Ironically, despite me being an omnivore on a planet of carnivores, the leeks were highly toxic to humans and I learned that the hard way. Master rushed me to the hospital and wouldn't leave my side until I recovered.

Consequently, I was getting better at the luzsteak and the sauce, but the leeks I had to cook by eye, not by taste.

I heard shuffling in the adjoining dining room, followed by hushed, familiar voices.

“It will be ready soon, master!" I called out.

Flipping the sizzling steaks off of the grill and onto the plate, they began to slightly glow red. They were just right. Soon, the leeks joined them and I carefully shuffled them around the plate, making them parallel to the steak in accordance with Sirian aesthetics.

Placing the plates on a serving tray, I pushed through the doors and found myself in the dining room. I nearly dropped the plates when I saw both master and his wife sitting on on the far end of the long, dark brown, wooden table. They were completely naked.

I had been used to seeing master greet me like this in the morning when his wife was away. I blushed with joy every-time I saw his brown eyes greet me across his broad, black muzzle, his slightly droopy jowls would turning up in a smile, and I couldn't keep my eyes off his strong chest, though it was a little soft with age it still clearly showed that once upon a time, master was a strong Sirian. And of course, peeking up from inside his thighs was his sheath, the red tip of his cock peering out.

However, I didn't know what to do with his wife. Dare I look at her? She, like master, looked very similar to a German Shepherd, but she was a few years younger than master. Her muzzle was still broad and pointed like master's, but it was slightly narrower and her jowls and lips had not begun to droop. Her coat was thick and completely brown, save for the white of her flat belly from which four rows of pink nipples peeked through the forest.

Oh yes, I looked, but she didn't seem to notice. I couldn't help it, I liked women! I liked master too, he was a special exception to my rule though!

“Breakfast is served, master," I whispered, shakily serving the silver plate on the table in front of him. Bowing slightly, I did the same for his wife. “And you as well, mistress."

Master's wife stopped me from moving away, pulling me close to her by the collar until my face collided with her snuffling nose. As soon as she released her grip, I stumbled back. My cheek was wet from her nose rubbing against it, but I didn't dare wipe it off lest I offend her.

“He smells nervous, Argus," his wife muttered, her voice husky and low. She picked up a knife and fork. “Aroused as well."

Sputtering, I lowered my head in humiliation.

“Really, Liare?" Master said with a heavy growl that sent shivers down my spine. “Nate, are you attracted to my wife?"

What should I say!? He seems mad! Oh no…

“On your knees. Under the table," Master commanded.

Still scared, I fell to my knees, crawling under the table and stopping in front of master, bowing my head in front of his feet. Shortly after, I felt a weight land on my back, soft pads and dull claws. Mistress was using me as a foot-rest.

“See how easy it is to fluster him?" Master said, letting loose barks of laughter. “Adorable, no?"

“Indeed. Relax, human, I find it flattering."

I sighed in relief. They weren't mad, that was good. I could have done everything perfect for master, but if his wife hated me, that was it, I'd be out of the house and sold to some business partner or a family friend, one who was probably not as nice or handsome as master.

Silverware clattered followed by ravenous chewing. It was for the best I was beneath the table. As handsome as master is, the unfortunate fact is that Sirians are not really capable of chewing with their mouths closed easily and it's not considered impolite or disgusting.

Something earthy wafted in front of my face and I raised my head to find rough, calloused paw pads floating in front of my face. I took the hint and took master's foot in my hand. The pads were tough, but softer than they looked, as I found whenever I rolled my thumb across them, eliciting relaxing moans from master.

I smiled. I wanted him to be happy, no matter what. Everyone back home was using me, but only master was looking out for my best interests. He wanted me to be his slave and to give me a good life, nothing more. When someone tried to get me to betray him, I told him the truth and got him to wipe all traces of his attempts at treason and to abandon his plot. After the investigation was called off, he then took me home with him to Sirius Prime where I'd been ever since.

With my other hand, I worked on the toes, working the pads like putty and stroking the dull, black claws peeking out from his tan paws. Eventually, master pulled away his foot and shoved the other forward, nearly kicking me in the face, and I began massaging it as well.

My back was beginning to ache a little from kneeling for so long, when master suddenly spoke up, “Shall we head for the gardens, Liare?"

“Yes. Let's bring along your slave, it might be fun," she emphasized the last word lustily.

There was a click around my collar, followed by a chain rattling and a tug. I crawled out towards master, who was holding the other end, looking down at me with a satisfied grin on it. I got to my feet and followed behind master, eyes locked on his black-tipped tail swishing happily in front of his cute rear.

I jumped when I felt something wet press itself between my cheeks. Turning around, I found mistress raising her muzzle, long tongue licking her lips and nose.

“I can't believe they don't have tails," she said, shocked. “But he smells good, Argus."

“I'm glad you're enjoying him as well. I've grown attached to him, I must confess," master said shyly as we exited into the gardens.

The chirping of birds greeted us, followed by the chill wind that was always present at the top of the tower. The stone pathway that we walked on was warm to the touch despite that, thanks to the massive sun. Technically, there were two suns, but the latter was so tiny compared to Sirius A that you couldn't see it even if you tried.

“I have never had a human before. I'm excited to try him out."

“You won't be disappointed, my dear."

They took turns holding my chain, me smiling at whoever took control each time, and I was soon at ease. Mistress seemed nice as well. I was a lucky human.

We soon reached the gazebo, stepping up the small, stone steps into it. There were four benches, one on each side, and off in the distance, you could see other Sirian towers reaching up into the heavens, but none as tall as master's.

“On the ground, slave," master ordered, lightly pushing me by the shoulder to the ground. It didn't hurt, I liked him to be a little rough and he never went too far.

“Get to work," he barked, rattling my chain.

Eagerly, I crawled on my knees towards master, feeling the fuzz of his sheath and balls tickle my nose as I kissed them. I sucked on his round balls carefully, teasing them with my tongue before running it up his sack and to the tapered tip of his cock, which was beginning to smell out of his sheath.

Pressing my tongue against the tip, I felt it throb wildly. I was driving him nuts, I always knew how to make him happy. It didn't take long for his shaft to escape, flopping out of its prison.

I took the red tip between my lips, sliding it in my mouth along my tongue. Master tasted heavily of musk, dominant and heady. I slowly pushed it further in, taking it about halfway before I got distracted by the sounds of tongues lapping.

Looking up, I saw master and mistress holding each other by the shoulder, muzzles close together as they ran their tongues along their muzzles, occasionally nipping the other affectionately. Master noticed me, staring down at me with his chocolate eyes as mistress continued licking him.

“Don't neglect my wife, slave," he growled aggressively.

Turning my head, I was greeted by the folds of mistresses' pussy. The fur-less pink folds bulged from her thigh, with two round sides along the opening. Very similar to Vulpeculan pussy, which I was acquainted with, but on a larger Sirian woman, the differences to a human vagina were stark.

Sweet-smelling heat wafted from her folds, drawing me in unwillingly. I couldn't find the clitoris, so I buried my nose and mouth in there, forcing my tongue inside. She moaned wildly as my tongue ran along the walls of her pussy, slurping up the sweet syrup within.

Whining, she whispered something to master. Patting my head, she pushed me back and stepped away, nails clacking against the stone floor as she left the gazebo.

Worried, I turned to master, “Master, did I do something wrong?"

“Back to work, slave."

Not wanting to question my dominant master, I returned to his cock, still glistening with my saliva. Master sat down on one of the low benches, and I got on all fours so that I could suck his red tower.

His lip brushed against the back of my throat as my lips met the growing bulge at the base of his cock. He didn't have any intention of knotting me today, it would seem. I was a little disappointed.

I heard claws clattering against stone approach us. I didn't turn to look, continuing to service my master.

“Ah, my dear, the Lupi 2000, a fine choice."

Curious, I turned my head slightly to see mistress standing there, a large, pink, erect cock pointing out of her thigh towards me. I had to blink twice before I realized it was a silicone strap-on, tapered at the end like a canine cock, but lacking any knot.

“Only the finest for our slaves, of course."

I raised my rear, ignoring master as she sauntered forward, the dildo bobbing carelessly the whole time. She rested her paws on my shoulder and lined up the strap-on, aiming the tip between my cheeks.

“Slave, my cock," master growled irritably.

I immediately returned to work, running my tongue along his vein-covered shaft and knot. I didn't want mistress to surprise me when I had my mouth around his cock.

Pressure built up in my rear as she pushed forward and I gasped as the tip finally pierced my anus, feeling the firm shaft inch along inside my rectum. It felt like the real thing, it was almost perfect.

“Ah!" I gasped as the tip scraped my prostate. The surprise now ended, I took master's cock in my mouth, slowly letting it enter my mouth as his wife pulled and pushed into my ass.

Master woofed as I pushed against his tip with my tongue, stimulating the head. Mistress growled heavily as her thrusts grew more powerful, slamming into me with great force.

Her claws dug into my shoulder as she barked, “Such a tight little bitch!"

Sharp fangs wrapped around my neck as she treated me like helpless prey. She thrust once more and I felt pressure build up near my opening. To my surprise, I felt a round knot forming on my inside. It also began vibrating, which cause both her and me to groan with uncontrollable ecstasy.

Thankfully, I was able to control myself, but I knew I would get worn out soon. I bobbed my head rapidly, taking in the whole of master's shaft and sliding it back out, teasing the head of his cock each time. He started to whine and his cock was throbbing, it was time.

Cream shot out into the back of my throat and I tightened my lips around his shaft, not wanting any of it to escape. It tasted liked salted butter as I eagerly swallowed every drop. The onslaught over, I let his cock leave my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva clinging to it. Above me, master's long tongue was hanging down as he panted uncontrollably.

Mistresses thrusts slowed and I felt her wet tongue slap the back of my neck. The vibration ceased and I felt the pressure loosen and soon the strap-on was out.

I collapsed my head in master's lap, taking in his earthy musk for comfort. Gasping, I looked up at him, his panting had stopped and his warm, brown eyes were looking down at me. He placed his rough paw around the back of my head, holding it tight.

“Thank you, Nate," master whispered.

A weight rubbed up against me from behind, course fur enveloping me as arms wrapped around me.

“Thank you, slave," mistress joined in as well. Her nose nuzzling against my cheek followed by licks.

I licked back, catching her pink tongue just in time.

“Thank you, master, mistress."

“Did you look at the job openings I sent you?" mistress suddenly spoke, voice suddenly more high-pitched.

My eyes widened, “What?"

“April Fools!" Master suddenly shrieked.

“April Fools!"

A pillow slammed against my face and I jumped up in bed. It took me awhile to realize where I was after such a vivid, strange dream, but I soon recognized my apartment bedroom and the red-furred Vulpeculan standing at the foot of the bed, and it was clear by her long muzzle scrunched up in a snarl that she still didn't understand April Fools.

“Oh shit, Rit, I'm sorry," I yawned, rubbing my eyes. “I just took a quick nap and..."

“Don't give me that!" she nagged, stepping around the bed, bushy tail flapping around wildly, and ripping the sheets away from me. “You need to get up and get looking for a job, mister!"

Sighing, I sat up. She was right. Things had changed drastically. My business was not making any money after the alien nobles lost interest in old human computers. With the new King being a military officer and the war with the Lacertans becoming public and reigniting, there were fewer nobles buying novelties like that and when they did, they were more interested in old human weapons which I had no experience buying and selling, let alone the funds.

Still, I wasn't going to let her have the last word.

“Weren't you supposed to be my obedient slave?"

She looked at me with incredulous golden eyes, her throat making a strange growl that sounded like a car engine failing to start, I didn't know what it was called but it usually meant I'd gone too far. “Really, Nate? You're going to fall back on ancient history?"

Okay, perhaps I wasn't going to get the last word. I must admit, that was a weak attempt.

Sighing, she poked me with the tip of her muzzle, kissing me with her nose.

“I love you, but you need to get a normal job. I'm working at the spa all-day, you need to do your part too."

“You're right," I said, kissing the side of her muzzle, letting her black whiskers tickle my nostrils.

Shalth told me he had a job for me. It was a call center job, not something I was looking forward to doing after spending so many years as a free agent, and Shalth kind of scared me now, even though he had been nothing but friendly to me. The fact was, he was basically the Minister of Propaganda for the government and he liked to share his projects with me for opinions.

“Nate, which video would you say is more effective? The “Do Your Part," one with the human soldiers of all regions of the planet announcing that they're doing their part; or the “You Too Can Skin a Gator!" one where a human stabs a Lacertan who was threatening a human child, with a trench knife and slices him cleanly open. I think the former makes the point better, but the latter has more shock value and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing..."

But I had to do my part, okay, bad choice of words, but I really had to do my part. For Rit and for myself. I wasn't a slave who would suckle at his master's teat for support, I was a free human, as free as one could be under the Regulian boot.

No matter what any dream said.