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A Chance Encounter

For the most part, today seemed like just another day, another menial slog that took me well into the night. The boss was crawling up my ass about a bunch of reports, my co-workers were leaving me to pick up their slack, someone had stolen my stapler again… at least it paid the rent. Barely.

My main reprieve from it all was my nightly excursions to a bar called "The Watering Hole," a podunk dive where I could get a pint of beer spiked with a little ambrosia. Before the revolution, ambrosia would've been incredibly illegal, on par with meth most likely, but now that humans lacked any sort of rights, hard drugs had become something of a necessity. Unfortunately for me, however, the Watering Hole was "closed for renovations"; fortunately, a few swipes with my implanted palm-comp pulled up another place a block north, and I hastily headed over.

"The Menagerie" had a bright holographic sign out front, the name scrawled in neon red cursive beside their special offers, and though it appeared rather well-furnished for a human dive bar, that didn't stop me from heading in. In fact, I missed a whole bunch of red flags as I paced over to the bar, my head hung low and my mind mulling over my overdue reports. I'll do them tomorrow, I thought, taking a seat and punching my order into the bar's glass interface: one pint of beer with an ounce of ambrosia mixed in.

The first red flag I actually noticed came when the bartender delivered my drink, and I looked up to see a black-furred jaguar staring back at me. "Here's your drink, sir," he purred, putting a mocking spin on the last word as he placed the glass in front of me. Like most humans, I tried to keep my distance from anthros as much as possible, and having one right in front of me was a shock, to say the least. I hastily took a sip of my beer, trying not to stare but still noticing the smirk the bartender turned my way, so I instead swiveled my chair around to survey the bar behind me. Big mistake.

All around me were anthros of various shapes and sizes, ranging from a sly vixen over in a corner booth to a bulky pair of rhinos sitting at a table. In an instant, I felt their eyes staring straight at me, sizing me up, and as I really took in the situation, I realized the only humans around were wearing collars. One was snuggled up against the vixen, one had a crocodile's arm gingerly wrapped around his shoulders, one had a wolf reaching up her skirt… they all looked surprisingly happy, but that wasn't something I noticed at the time. All I could think of were the horror stories of humans becoming enslaved, owned, and dominated by anthros, sometimes even winding up as fresh meals. Even worse, every anthro in the bar was gazing predatorily at me, including the bartender who'd just served me a drink.

I had just begun trying to formulate an escape plan when I heard rusty springs beside me, and I glanced over to see a massive elephant on the next barstool over. "Hey, buddy," he said with a grin, "Haven't seen you around here before." He was big, probably a good eight inches taller than me with massive muscles layered under a bit of chub, like a bear straight out of the pornos I watched. Covering his body was a flannel shirt over a wifebeater, arranged in such a way that I could see all the way down to his sternum.

I offered a clumsy reply, saying that I must have wandered into the wrong building. I tried to swivel around and leave, but before I could so much as stand up, I felt his strong hand clamp down on my shoulder. "Hey, hey, I don't bite," he cooed, effortlessly spinning me back around to face him. "You got a name, kid?"

I introduced myself.

"Anon, huh? Well, I'm John… it's a pleasure to meet you." He shook my hand, fully covering it with his own meaty mitt, then spun back to the bar and ordered a glass of top-shelf scotch; no ambrosia, of course, since anthros didn't need chemical help to be happy. As he took a few gradual sips, he made a bit of conversation, probing into my work and hobbies, seemingly unfazed by my utter lack of excitement. Throughout it all, his eyes never left me for more than a moment, sizing me up like some delectable snack, and though I didn't think elephants ate meat, I wasn't sure if they made exceptions for humans.

By the time I'd gotten to the bottom of my pint, the ambrosia was already starting to take hold, giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling that made the tips of my fingers tingle. Instead of worrying about getting enslaved, murdered, or both, I was just happy to be in the present moment, ogling John as much as he did me. He was actually pretty handsome for an elephant, with his dad bod and polished tusks…

As if my empty glass was a cue, the elephant swiftly finished the rest of his drink and fully turned his attention to me. "Y'know, kid, this bar's getting kinda crowded… whaddaya say we head back to my place for a bit?

I briefly looked around the bar, and while I didn't notice any more crowd than when I'd gotten here, the ambrosia helped the thought slip through my mind.

"I've got plenty of comforts there," John continued, "A platinum channel subscription, plenty of good food, a really comfy couch… interested?"

Usually, I would've abided by the old childhood rule of 'don't go with strangers,' but there was something about him that put me at ease… or maybe it was just the ambrosia. In any case, I agreed, prompting him to stand up from his seat and gently guide me toward the door with one hand on my shoulder. As he pressed me close, I got a good look at some of the other anthros' disappointed expressions, almost like John had just stolen the last bottle of beer out of the refrigerator. "We're gonna have a lot of fun, kid," he murmured to me, giving my shoulder a firm squeeze as if he already owned me.

It was only a few blocks west to his apartment building, and between the drugs and his warm flannel shirt, I stayed reasonably warm in the cold night air. Giant holographic billboards flashed overhead, dazzling me with their vibrant lights, and John couldn't help but notice my fascination with the pulsing displays. "Poor thing," he muttered to himself, obviously not intending for me to hear.

His apartment building was a lot nicer than mine, with a well-cleaned lobby that didn't smell like cigarettes and weed and a well-dressed gazelle as an attendant. Said attendant briefly fixed John with an expression of envy, but the elephant paid him no mind as he ushered me into an elevator. Throughout the ride, he kept his hand on my shoulder, giving me a firm squeeze every so often as if to comfort me. Then, once it stopped on the fifth floor, he led me out and down a hall to a door marked 536. "Well, here we are," he said as he put his palm-comp to the security pad.

I followed him into the room, and as the lights automatically flicked on, I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't seeing things. The room was just massive, with eight-foot ceilings and wide-open spaces between the thick-cushioned furniture, like the sort of fake apartments they showed on various ads. I gradually strode further into the room, looking over the classy light fixtures and massive QLED TV in a slight daze, and at the same time, John headed to what I could only assume was the bedroom. "Make yourself at home, kid," he called back to me, "You're gonna be here for a while."

After saying something in affirmation, he shut the door to his bedroom, leaving me to wander around the room that was divided into a living area and a kitchen. Everything looked so modern and clean… I thought only idiots bought appliances less than a year after they came out, but there they were on John's marble countertop. Absentmindedly, I began wandering toward the refrigerator, but before I could, I heard John's bedroom door open back up.

"C' mere, kid…" I turned back around, then did a double-take as I realized he was completely naked. There wasn't a thread of clothing anywhere on him, leaving his grey, swole body free for me to ogle. It took all of two seconds for me to notice his package dragging between his legs, a thick yet limp member in front of two sizable balls, already beginning to stiffen in my direction. I couldn't tell if it was the ambrosia or my own base instincts, but I was almost entranced by the way it throbbed.

John walked toward me, then stopped beside the couch, hands on his hips and legs shoulder-width apart. "C'mon kid, I don't bite…" He beckoned me forward with one hand, and that was enough to snap me out of my stupor, moving me forward on almost autonomous legs. As I got closer, I began to fully appreciate the comparative sizes of his height and length, especially now that his erection stood at half-mast. The thing was massive, easily a good eight inches, and I couldn't help but feel a stiffness in my own pants at the sight of it. Before long, I stood right in front of him, his massive hard-on almost spanning the distance between us. "There we go," he purred, "You like what I'm packing, don't you?"

I nodded, eyes glancing down momentarily.

Beneath his trunk, his lips split in a smile. "Of course you do… so why don't you take a taste?" When I didn't immediately respond, he put one hand on my shoulder again, firmly pushing me downward. "C'mon, get on your knees like a good little pet… there you go, what a good boy."

Now that I was on my knees, I was staring straight down his cock's shaft, the tip gently twitching inches from my lips. I felt gravitated toward it, compelled to touch it, and with a bit of courage, I reached out and took it in both hands. It felt as solid as an oak, and yet I could feel the blood throbbing within, keeping it nice and warm until I could sheathe it. "There you go, kid," John remarked, "Don't be shy, just suck on it a bit." His massive hand landed right on top of my head, pushing his thick digits through my hair, and after a moment, I felt him begin to pull me close. It didn't take long for me to give in to my urges, and as I popped his tip into my mouth, he pushed me down onto the first few inches. "Ahhhhh… there's a good boy."

At first, I tried to please him by bobbing along, but I felt all too clumsy with his dick in my mouth. John didn't take long to come to my aid, rocking my whole body back and forth with one hand, sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft. Up and down, back and forth, my lips wrapped as tight as I could get them. "Mmmm… you're doing great," the elephant moaned, "Just… mmmm, keep sucking like that… fuck you've got a soft mouth."

As the blowjob continued, I noticed something leaking out of his tip, something slimy and salty, and despite the foreign taste, I was happy to lap it up. Ambrosia or no, the rhythm and strength of him face-fucking me was utterly entrancing, and I could feel my stiffy straining in my boxers. Even though his tip was beginning to poke the back of my throat, I began moaning along, taking hold of his muscular thighs and helping to move my head along. Back and forth, up and down, massaging the inside of my mouth with his throbbing meat.

"You've never been with a guy, have you?" the elephant asked, not stopping his rhythm for a moment. I couldn't shake my head, but he knew the answer all the same; the closest I'd ever gotten to getting laid was the holoporn I jacked it to every so often. "Don't worry-nnng… you're doing fine… just keep sucking like a good little pet."

From then on, John's grunts and moans seemed to only get more intense, and the salty precum leaking down my throat seemed to turn into a steady trickle. My lips seemed to be getting further and further down his shaft with each thrust, and though it ashamed me, I could almost feel himself beginning to choke. "Just hang in there, kid… I'm… mmmmm… getting close."

I could feel the tension building in his legs, and I knew from experience that could only mean one thing. I tried to brace myself for his climax, for the hot cum gushing into my mouth for me to swallow, but nothing could prepare me for what would actually happen. With one final roar of pleasure, John suddenly pushed me down low, tilted my head up, then rammed his member straight down my throat. "Gaahhhhhhh!"

My whole body went on red alert, spurred into a panic by the massive thing pressed into my esophagus, but the ambrosia dulled my reactions just enough for me to keep still. Instead, I pulled John close and swallowed the first of his massive spurts, then the second, and then the third, each motion of my throat seemingly milking another blast from him. His hand had me pressed to his hilt, but I would've been there anyway, clinging to his plump thighs like some sort of reverse facehugger. Each spurt went straight down my throat, bypassing what little gag reflex I still had entirely, and the cum didn't stop until I'd swallowed a full pint.

After enjoying the sensation of my body for a few moments, John carefully pushed me off his cock, letting me breathe freely with a trail of saliva and semen dribbling down my chin. "You did great, kid…"

Getting used as a sex toy, having my belly pumped full of semen, all of it turned me on to no end, and after wiping the dribble from my lips, I was ready for whatever he had planned next. John seemed to pick up my willingness as he gazed down at my expression, and as he tilted my chin upward to look him in the eye, he mirrored my slightly dazed grin. "Such a good pet," he sighed, "And eager, too…" He let out a small chuckle, hauled me to my feet, then began unbuttoning my shirt. "Let's get these pesky clothes off you… I think I'm still hard enough for the main event."

I immediately began working from the bottom up, meeting him in the middle. Once all the buttons were free, I shrugged off the shirt and pulled off the thing underneath it, baring my slim chest to the beautiful beast in front of me. At the same time, he began trying to undo my jeans, but the small buttons were a bit too finicky for him to get a hold of. "Could you maybe-"

When I hastily reached down and popped the button off myself, he seemed a tad surprised, but that didn't stop him from spinning me around and picking me up by the waist. Before I could complain, he not-so-gracefully draped me over the rounded back of the couch, and just as I began to wonder what he was doing, his meaty hands yanked my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. I was completely exposed in the most compromising position possible, yet I still felt strangely turned on by it.

"Damn… haven't seen an ass this plump on a human in… ever." John didn't hesitate to cop a feel of my rear, cupping both ass cheeks in his palms and rolling them around. When he spread them wide, I could feel myself twitch with arousal, half-expecting him to impale me right at that moment. "I know you're eager, kid," he purred instead, "But first I've gotta get you lubed up."

I couldn't deny the slight pang of disappointment I felt, but as it turned out, there was already a bottle of lube sitting on the coffee table beside the couch. John just grabbed it, squirted some of the cool slime down my crack, spread a bit onto his tip, then got in position. I could feel his round tip poking my puckered taint, threatening to ram straight through like a freight train, scrambling my guts with that massive monster… but instead, he firmly pressed forward. Both of us gasped as he popped inside, stretching me out and filling me up, but he thankfully didn't stop to see if I was alright.

"Fuck… holy hell you're tight." As he fully pressed inward, sliding his member deeper and deeper into my rump, I felt him lean over me as his burly arms wrapped around my midsection. "Fuck…" With that, he slowly began moving back, then forward, out, then in, pushing past all the little bumps and ridges with each motion. Though I'd had no luck hitting it myself, his thrusts immediately seemed to home in on my prostate, forcing a pathetic moan from my lips with the first few thrusts. "Mmmm, you're doing great," the elephant moaned on top of me, "Just keep clenching… fuck, just like that."

Eager to please and eager to have my innards rammed, I began squeezing hard, pushing back against each thrust in and trying to hold him on the backstroke. He'd pull almost all the way out until just his tip was nestled inside me, then thrust in all the way, burying his meat balls-deep in my squishy guts. Each rubbed my prostate in just the right way, making me feel as if I was on the verge of exploding… and then, suddenly, I found myself cumming.

John didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't hesitate for a single second. While my balls pumped my measly globs of seed onto the back of the couch, his ram-rod kept hammering like a butter churn, massaging my insides in a way I never knew I needed. God, it felt good to push back, to give in, to let myself get conquered… each wet slap and deep groan was another testament to my skill, and all I had to do was sit there and take it.

At first, I thought John was just going to rail me to completion, but as soon as the elephant got anywhere close to a climax, he slowed down to an almost agonizing degree. After a few teasingly relaxed thrusts, I went against my better judgment and started giving myself a reach-around, but it wasn't nearly as good as the primal pleasure I got from the pounding. My hand got me close, but only once John resumed his normal pace did I finally cum again.

I have no clue how many times I came that night or how long John spent pounding me, but I do know that it was the best length of time of my miserable life. I was sweating, my legs were shaking, my rear was beginning to feel numb, and yet it was the most affection I'd ever received. By the time John finally began to give in to the pleasure, I was utterly exhausted, but my body had just enough vigor left over to enjoy his climax.

"Nnngh, fuck” he murmured into my ear, his forceful thrusts not pausing for an instant. "I'm… gonna cum… gaaahhhhh!" With that final yell, he slammed himself into my rear, crushing me against the couch with his belly as his massive testes began pumping. I could feel his seed spurting deep inside me, filling up crevasses that were probably never meant to be filled, and yet it felt absolutely heavenly to get such a thorough cream filling. My own cock throbbed in tandem, but I'd run out of shot to shoot half an hour ago. It wasn't an issue, however; all that mattered was my partner's pleasure, and judging by his contented panting, I had done a phenomenal job. His body lifted off mine, and a few moments later, his member pulled free with a decisive slurp, leaving a gaping hole in my ass that dribbled his jizz. "Such a good pet," he muttered, "Such… mmmm, good boy."

All I offered in reply was a satisfied humming noise, but it was enough to convey my gratitude. I shakily tried to stand up, but between the pants still around my ankles and my queasy legs, I didn't last long. Before I could stumble, however, John scooped me up into a bridal carry, leaning me against his chest as he carried me toward the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up, kid," he sighed, "Then we can get the couch."

Twenty minutes later, I was drained, cleaned, and dried, though I left my clothes off at John's insistence. I followed the big elephant over to the couch, and once he sat down, I curled up with my head seated in his lap. One of his arms draped over my body and held me close, and the other hand gently began petting my hair. "Kid, I've got a proposition," he said after a minute of lounging, "I know it probably sounds strange to a human like you, but… just hear me out."

A proposition? My mind briefly flashed back to those humans I'd seen at the bar, the ones with collars around their necks and smiles on their faces, but I remained silent.

"I'd like to take you on as… well… my pet, for lack of a better word. You'd stay here with me, do as I ask, and do the occasional chore… well, maybe, if you're up for it. In exchange, I'll pay for your room, board, clothes, entertainment… whatever you want, within reason."

By that point, the ambrosia had leaked entirely out of my system, though the pleasant post-coital haze more than made up for the minor crash. I asked him if he was serious, unsure how incredulous I really felt.

"Yeah, I'm serious. I've got the money for it, and if Tonight was any indication, you certainly like helping me unwind."

I said I wasn't sure, curling up a bit tighter. On paper, it sounded amazing: I'd live in a lovely apartment with a lovely couch, a lovely TV, a lovely owner… and I'd get all the intense rutting I could handle.

"Come on, kid… think about it. You'd never have to go to that dogshit job again, you'd get to move out of that dingy hovel you've been living in… you'd never have to work another day in your life. I'd provide everything you could want… do you really want to throw that away?"

No, I didn't. It sounded like a dream come true, like the break I'd been waiting for my whole life, and yet… it would mean giving up my freedom. John probably wouldn't have me just bumming around his house, and I might not ever get to say no, all of which I quietly explained from my perch on his lap.

John let out a long sigh, letting silence reign for a moment as he continued petting my hair. "Look… Anon," he finally murmured, "I can't make you accept, but… I'm not a monster. You won't be working sixteen hours a day, and I wouldn't even dream of raping you. Just because I like being in control doesn't mean I want to hurt you, it just means… I dunno, that I like being in control. If I've read you wrong and you're not into that, don't hesitate to get your clothes and walk out that door, but if I was right… I really think this could work."

The sincerity and softness in his voice were as plain as day, and to be completely honest, my fears weren't about him subjugating me in all sorts of horrible ways. My main fear was of taking that leap of faith away from what I knew, and given how grungy my life had been up to this point, things couldn't get much worse. After a moment's deliberation, I tentatively agreed, then asked what I'd need to do to make it official.

A sunny smile crossed John's face, and I felt his hand gently pat me on the shoulder. "Nothing for now," he replied, "Tonight, you just rest. You've been such a good boy… and I think it's about time we both head to bed."

I thought of a whole litany of things I could say, from expressing my thanks to trying to seduce him into another round, but in the end, I simply replied, "Yes, master."

That made his smile double in width, and after gingerly slipping out from under me, John scooped me up once again. He carried me to the bedroom, which was no less pristine than the rest of the apartment, then gently slipped me under the covers. As I relished the feeling of synth-silk sheets against my naked body, he slipped into bed beside me, pressing right up against my backside with his arms hugging me tightly. Once he shut the lights off, I felt myself swiftly sinking into a warm, happy doze, and the very last thing I heard was this: "Goodnight, Anon, my perfect little pet."