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[center][b]The Dragon's Doggy 'Bold

By:VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

"- vur si clax Revakulgr ekess qe sia rumag vur sini loaw," (and I take Revakulgr to be my mate and mine alone.) Rain finished, her pronunciation rough but acceptable. "Are you [i]positive[/i] that I can't do this in English with a translator? This stuff makes my throat hurt, and I just [i]know[/i] I'm gonna forget what I'm supposed to say half way through..."

"Yes, Rain, I am certain," the dragon answered, then rumbled reassuringly. "We will work on your pronunciation. It will do for now, as they will understand that you are new to the language, but you will need to be more precise if you are to attend the usual functions and ceremonies to demonstrate your claim after you are accepted by the matriarchs. They are quite... tickled to have a human wishing to join them. They think that you are... adorable..."

His rider blushed, despite the fact that she had been told these things multiple times, and nodded, straightening the very professional-looking suit that James had insisted she buy for the occasion. "Okay. I got this. I wish you could be there, but Jimmy said that this was a [i]very[/i] important meeting, and you know how much we still need good stuff going on right now. Please behave yourself, okay?" He nodded, and she headed for the door to the locker room, turning her head back just before she left to whisper, "Love you."

She was gone before he could respond, but it swelled his chest and set him purring to hear it. She still feared her emotions, and it had shocked her when he had first made the declaration. It was, apparently, rather unheard of among human males, but the dichotomy they currently shared was rather standard among dragons. Even after being claimed as mate, it was up to the male to woo his matriarch until she could not help but admit her love, and he was pleased to have done so, even if she still refrained from saying it openly in public. He would continue in his efforts, and she would one day lose her fear.

Then he began to grumble and growl. He should be going with [i]her[/i], with his mate, not remaining here for some mysterious meeting. What was it that could be so damnably important as to [i]require[/i] his presence at such a crucial time for Rain? On top of that, the locker room had been altered. James had allowed workers into the room to make renovations. Not that he minded the much improved brooding chamber, but two additional rooms had been included whose functions were an enigma to him. One of them, though, contained a rejuvenation tube and associated equipment, the kind used to repair severely damaged individuals, such as those suffering from catastrophic and nearly fatal wounds. He was puzzled by the inclusion when the stadium maintained a quite acceptable emergency medical unit for the frequent and sometimes serious injuries that both dragon and rider incurred.

He was not left waiting long. James entered soon after his rider had departed, no doubt alerted by her that the dragon was free. The man entered with a canine fur clothed in casual human wear and four small, robed figures. Revakulgr glared at them until he caught the unmistakable whiff of kobold. [i]That[/i] gave him pause, and he settled his expression into one slightly more amenable. Any non-dragon that warranted kobolds as escort was something of interest, particularly a fur, and if the fur [i]owned[/i] the kobolds, then that was even more of interest.

"Rev, thanks for staying," James began. "I know it's a big day for you two, but [i]trust me[/i], I'm about to make it even bigger. You will [i]not[/i] regret this, I [i]promise[/i] you. I'm gonna leave you two alone now. He's all yours, ma'am."

Now this was even more puzzling. Despite the fact that he'd given promise not to eat any non-willing live prey, he hadn't been left alone with any fur save for his fuckbunny since his "incident" with the mouse. The fact that James, a human, showed deference to this fur by using an honorific was even further intriguing. The shepherd stood patiently, nearly bouncing on her paws and wagging her tail hard enough to ruffle the robes of her kobold companions, and waited for him to speak first, as was proper. He liked that, the respect it showed. She knew her place as a lesser being, though he could tell that she was nearly bursting to speak. He took the time to settle himself more comfortably, carefully arranging his wings and tail, giving himself a few licks and nibbles to settle scales that were already perfectly settled but gave him reason to delay further, testing the canine. She remained silent, awaiting his pleasure, and he at last obliged.

"What do you want, meat?" he rumbled, showing his fangs in a snarl to display how displeased he was with having his time taken up by so insignificant a personage.

Her exuberance was not quailed. "I want to give myself to you."

He snorted, now growing truly annoyed again. "[i]That[/i] is not worthy of my being called to meet with so unworthy a creature as yourself. You could have come to me on any other day to be bred and broken and eaten. Why are you here, meat?"

The canine's excitement still did not wane. "I brought you a gift, sir. These are for you."

She turned to pull the robes from the kobolds. Each was muzzled and shackled as appropriate for transfer, blocking their scent receptors from taking in the smell of any but their new master once they were received and preventing them from removing it prematurely. Two of them, though, also had chastity cages around their waists to prevent the almost constant erections that male kobolds sported. Breeders. She had brought him breeders. She was [i]giving[/i] him breeders, [i]two[/i] of them. That unsettled him. This was not a minor gift, not at all. This was the precursor of a vast and grand favor, a debt of great value. He narrowed his eyes at the fur.

"Why? Why would you make a gift of these? What is it that you want?"

"I want to give myself to you, sir. I wanted you to know how serious I am, how much it means to me. I know I don't look it, but I was born human. I got gene mods to make myself a German shepherd once I became an adult, shortly after your people came to Earth. I went a bit further than most do, though, far enough to be legally considered a fur if genetic testing were done on me. I went so far as to be able to breed with feral canines, animals. I made my living in pornography, letting people watch as I was rutted by dogs and gave birth to their puppies. I still looked mostly human still, back then.

"I did it because it was dirty, because it was degrading, and because people paid lots and lots of money to see it. And I loved it. I love dogs, love being fucked by them, claimed by them, bred by them. It got boring eventually, and furs were hitting the scene by that time, so it wasn't quite as lucrative any more, but I had plenty in the bank by then. I moved on, or at least I tried to. I couldn't. I craved it, [i]needed[/i] it. The debasement, the... the... I needed to be treated like an animal, less than an animal. I had paws and a tail and ears and a canine pussy and nipples down my stomach, but I went further, the whole way."

She gestured at her body, indicating her current form. "I took my career even further, as well. Abuse, rape, and snuff films became common as soon as furs did. They're disposable people, but they're not necessarily cheap or easy to come by, even these days. They learn who and where to avoid so that they don't disappear suddenly only to be found starring in the broadcast of their own brutal death, so they can be hard to come by. I started off with things like abuse films, being used as a toilet, being beaten, bones broken, that kind of thing. I got myself a personal rejuve chamber to cut down on time between films, and that let me take it even further. Cutting things off, removing organs, torture, the real kind not the fake stuff.

"I got some further modifications, implants. I got a nanite pod installed," she turned to show a metal circle, the top of a small cylinder, embedded into the skin between her shoulder blades,"that lets me heal over most wounds in minutes, or at least stop the bleeding. Doesn't grow things back, but it keeps me from dying or bleeding out, for the most part. I got a brainbox installed, an insulated one. So long as my skull survives, my brain will for at least a year. I can survive complete body death, even have my body dropped in acid and dissolved or be cooked alive. So long as the metal case around my brain isn't damaged, just pop me in the rejuve chamber, and I'm back to perfect in a month's time. It made me even more of a star in certain circles, circles that pay a [i]lot[/i] of money, especially to rent a doll that they can absolutely destroy except for that one crucial part. I made more than enough to buy myself a small country before I got tired of it again.

"Then you came along. I was fascinated by you from the first. You're amazing, coming up through the rookies like a rocket shooting straight for the top, recruited to the professionals after only three years in the minors. Three times world champion, the youngest ever to win the title. I've been fucked by dragons, raped by dragons, torn to pieces and eaten by dragons, but I've never been with a [i]real[/i] dragon, not one like you. And sure, I could just... let you do all that to me, if that was all I wanted, but I want [i]more[/i] than that, sir. I want you to [i]own[/i] me."

The dragon pondered the odd creature before him, nominally a human, or so it said, but with the appearance of a fur and a gift of kobold breeders for him, as well as itself. "You might understand my hesitation. This seems a trap of some sort, a very dangerous and very costly kind of trap. I [i]have[/i] made some enemies in my rise, though I cannot think of any who would go to these lengths, yet caution is a worthy virtue. Why should I accept?"

"Because I made further modifications to myself again. I'm a kobold, or at least 98%. The last bit is just to let me keep looking like this, purely cosmetic. Breeding-wise, I'm 100% compatible and genetically pure. You can have these four tested, if you want. They're my sons and daughters. Legally, I'm either meat or property, if anyone wanted to press the claim, though they'd need to have one [i]hell[/i] of a lot more money than I do to be successful. And I founded the Draconic Institute of the Genetic Kaleidoscope." She shrugged slightly. "Couldn't think of a good 'c' word that fit. But that was how I got myself turned into a kobold, and it means I'm at least partially responsible for you being able to get your mate pregnant. Also... I bought your team. I'm technically your boss, and I know you hate having someone over you, especially someone who isn't a dragon. I know a lot about you, pretty much everything there is to know. Even the things you don't think anyone knows."

She extracted a data tablet from her pocket. "And this... this here, this is the legal means to take every last thing I have away from me, to claim it for yourself, to claim [i]me[/i] for yourself. If you don't trust me, you can have a lawyer check it over, but it's laid out in plain language. If you accept this agreement, I'm yours, completely and irrevocably. I'm no longer human. I'll be a kobold, [i]your[/i] kobold, to do with as you please, and all of my assets will revert to you, including ownership of the team. Forever. I've been alive for over a hundred years, Revakulgr. I've done everything there is to do, had everything that can be done to me done. I'm tired of it. [i]Bored[/i] of it. And I'm tired of being a person, [i]pretending[/i] to be a person. I've been waiting for someone worth giving myself to so that I just be me, be what I am. I'm a [i]thing[/i] to be used, to be abused, to be fucked and bred and beaten and eaten and broken. I want to be [i]your[/i] thing."

The dragon blinked, especially at the use of his proper name to address him as an equal after so much respectful deference, though that did also underscore her seriousness. "Who are you, if I might ask?"

"Right now, you can call me Very Sheppy. You can look me up on the net under that name and find plenty on me. But if you take this document, then I'm nothing. I'm no one. I'm your personal property, or not. I could be dead the second after, and you'd be free and clear, still with everything I have, and no one would blink twice. If you need more time to think about it or talk it over with your mate, I can leave and return when you've decided."

Revakulgr reached out to take the data tablet and read through it very carefully. She had not lied or exaggerated. It was laid out very plainly and completely, and she had summarized it quite well. It was even authenticated by a prominent law firm, one the former team owner had used, one that only accepted the most wealthy of clients, with complimentary copies of any acceptance agreement being sent to them immediately upon execution. He could not see any possible way for this to be a trap. But he wanted one final assurance.

"If I accept this, and I am still not certain that I can, what would you wish to be the first thing done to you?"

"Heh... If... If you would be so very kind as to indulge me, sir, I..." Her ears and tail tucked, and she fairly trembled with excitement and anticipation. "I'd like to be your little doggy 'bold. Snip off my arms at the elbow, legs at the knees, so I can only walk on all fours. Breed me so that I make more attendants for you. I'm locked up so no one else can," she turned and bent over, showing that her spade-shaped vulva was stitched closed, a padlock with no keyhole pierced through to further prevent entry, "though I have a little chicken in me, too. I lay eggs once every two weeks, unfertilized, 'cause I know you like the taste of kobold eggs. Unless I'm pregnant, then I lay on the regular cycle. I become fertile again immediately after laying.

"And... and you can sever my vocal chords, so I can't talk or make anything but doggy sounds, take me around on a leash with you, so everyone can see me, see the dragon's little bitch-doggy kobold egg-layer cunt. And... when you're not showing me off, when we're here... that extra room off your sand pit? Where the rejuve chamber is? There's a post in the ground that you can plant me on, for waste recycling, goes up my ass, and I can be your personal piss toilet and cum dumpster, your flesh bucket. And you can modify the room further, make it into a real torture chamber, if you want. If it pleases you, sir. The other room, beside the brooding chamber, that's for your kobolds, so they can tend the eggs and hatchlings while you and your mate are busy."

She was very visibly shivering with the thoughts that she laid out, with lustful need. She [i]reeked[/i] of it, and her scent was only very faintly of canine with her sexual excitement clearly dripping down her furred inner thighs. She reeked of kobold in heat, truly in heat. All kobolds, even the breeders, smelled of needy female, but more strongly when they were actually ready to breed. She most definitely was, and doing so would not break her, would not require that he restrain himself. He could do as he pleased, if what she said were true, and the documentation appeared to play that out.

"This all takes effect immediately, correct?"

"Yes, as soon as you give it your electronic signature, sir."

He pressed one of his digits against the data pad, letting it read the electrical pattern of his nervous system. It accepted his signature and sent off the necessary copies. The dragon immediately backhanded the canine across the room, so hard that her head left a cracked dent in the tiled wall, and he heard the sound of bones snapping quite clearly.

"Kobolds do not wear clothing in the presence of their masters unless given specific leave," he calmly told her as he stepped forward to examine the four she had gifted him. "I have not given you leave, and I never shall."

"Yeth, thir," she lisped, spitting out shattered teeth before beginning to tear at her garments with her working arm, ripping them free of herself. "Thorry, thir, pleathe forgive me, thir."

He smacked her with his tail, purposefully hitting her broken limb. "You will not speak unless given leave to do so. I have not given you leave."

The dog trembled and let out a soft bark, tears streaming from her eyes, and resumed working at removing her torn clothing. Revakulgr rumbled deeply, [i]very[/i] pleased, feeling his shaft stir and erect itself to full hardness within seconds. His little "doggy 'bold" was going to work out quite well. It seemed that she had meant what she had told him. He examined the four she had brought with her and sniffed them deeply, comparing their scents to hers. That seemed to bear out her claim that they were her offspring. Every kobold breeding line had scent markers that were specific to itself, allowing for easy identification of the progenitor and cross-breed lines. He sat on his haunches and gathered his new kobolds to him, removing their muzzles before pressing their noses to his groin, letting them take in his scent. It took mere moments for them to process his scent and look up at him with the adoration and love that they reserved only for their master, greater than that which they held for all dragons, and [i]much[/i] greater than that which they held for humans, whom they treated mostly as equal to their creators but saw as less than a true dragon.

The dragon released the shackles from his attendants, and petted them each on the head, and asked, "Re wer upadoci krathin ekess maurg?" (Are the females ready to breed?)

"Axun!" (Yes!) they answered immediately, all four nodding happily.

"Gethrisj ekess wer maurgir cuaili, hak, vur tir dout bisai. si tuor throdenilt petissei." (Go to the breeding room, then, and do your duty. I desire more attendants.)

They chirped gleefully and scurried towards the indicated room, the females already beginning to reek with that delicious scent of need. The canine knelt where she had fallen, bare to her fur now, her left arm hanging useless at her side with the forearm bones snapped, the right tucked behind her back, eyes downcast and tail curled against her hip, the picture of submissive patience. He moved close, taking in a deep sniff of her scent, analyzing it carefully once more to confirm for himself that she was indeed a kobold, and it still held true despite the faint lacing of canine that entwined with it.

"Do you know of the... button that allows... your kind to survive damage?" he inquired, choosing to treat her as what she had become. "You may nod or shake your head to answer."

She nodded, then spoke without permission. "Axun, Pliso. Wer zhren di sia iejir shilta qe makaid persvek wer diieson idol lae mrith tikil petisse." (Yes, Master. The flow of my blood can be cut off in the same manner as with any attendant.)

He rumbled his understanding then snapped his jaws around her muzzle, cutting through bone and flesh to remove the offending parts and prevent further disobedience and disrespect, leaving a blood-gushing orifice at the front of her face. He quickly pinched the base of her neck, and the gushing ceased almost immediately. Yet, it was good to know that she was fluent in his language. English could be... interpreted. Not so with the true speech of dragons.

"How long, in minutes, until your nanite implant will prevent you from leaking further? You can show me using your fingers."

She held up the hand of her right arm with all digits splayed and held them there. Five minutes. That was quite quickly. He rumbled contentedly once more then delicately snipped each digit from her hand. She held it steady for him, little more than a wince giving indication that she felt the pain. Only a few droplets of retained blood dripped free. He took her hand between his fangs, gently stroking the tip of his tongue against the pad on her palm, and she trembled with such sexual excitement that he was not surprised when she quivered and moaned with orgasm as he severed the extremity. He sucked the rest of her forearm into his maw and very carefully worked a fang into the joint of her elbow to sever it neatly, leaving a bare nub of bone showing. He would need to find a way to cap or pad the end of her limb to prevent undue damage to it from rough surfaces, but he was quite pleased with the precision and delicacy he had managed.

He turned his head to press his jaw against her ear, letting her very clearly hear as he crunched and chewed her missing limb. He heard her let out a soft whimper, climaxing once more. The scent of her was almost as intoxicating as that of a dragoness in season. Yes, he would enjoy breeding her. But there were other ways to enjoy her first. He took her left arm in his foreclaws, holding just above and below the elbow, and [i]slowly[/i] pulled them apart, stretching muscle and tendon and flesh until they parted. She did her best to remain silent until the joint began to separate. Then she let out a prolonged whine, rising to a shriek when the tendons strained and began to snap, ending in a yelp followed by panting whimpers when it finally came free. He did as he had before, letting her hear as he ate it, then pulled away to look at her, a foreclaw beneath what remained of her jaw lifting her eyes to meet his own.

He saw in them adoration, pain, joy, a tinge of fear, eagerness, and [i]hunger[/i]. She [i]wanted[/i] this, [i]needed[/i] this. She had spoken truly, and he rumbled his approval, licking tenderly at her chest and stomach to clean the drying blood off of her fur. She would need a visit to the showers to clean her properly, but this would do for now. He groomed her as he would his own hatchling, and he saw her ruined face visibly knitting before his eyes, closing over the exposed flesh and bone with fresh skin. He idly wondered if fur would grow over it in time. He waited until her face and arm stumps had been fully covered before he continued.

Then he gripped her about her waist and sat back on his haunches, slamming her down onto his erect shaft so that he speared into her gullet with his knot lodged inside her throat. He had no intention of killing her just yet, but he was intrigued to see how well her nanite implant could heal damage. It was also quite a unique experience to see a throat distended with his knot and know that it would not kill the individual in question. It was always a shame when that happened, but it was a unique pleasure as well. He bent his head down to snip off her legs at the knee, as requested, then began pumping her along his shaft like the flesh bucket that she was, using her as nothing more than a masturbatory aid. He always enjoyed the feel of a beating heart against his maleness, the life of a lesser creature beating against his life-giving and -taking tool, though he found it slightly odd that he could not feel the straining of her lungs.

He discovered why when he felt his knot beginning to rise and pressed it into her throat to swell. Cartilage creaked then sprang apart as her esophagus tore, the skin stretching so tight that a prick of his claw could snap it like a balloon, her lower jaw popping as it dislocated, and he felt warm air gusting against his balls. That was peculiar, and he felt along the back of her head and neck until he found the source, a pair of holes where the neck met the torso. It seemed that she had not disclosed quite all of her modifications. He covered them with a digit, and [i]then[/i] he felt her lungs heave. That was more like it. Though she disappointed him by remaining still as he slowly suffocated her.

"Feel free to squirm for me, pet," he told her. "I like the feel as a food creature dies. It is much more enjoyable if you wiggle and move. It strokes me quite nicely, and I would suspect that you would enjoy having your stomach filled with my essence."

She attempted to nod her head, but could not. He felt the pressure of the attempt, then she swallowed around him as best she could and began to writhe her body in a most pleasing manner, not quite like a creature attempting to survive its impending demise but in a way that seemed designed to provide him with the maximum stimulation given her current circumstances. Well, she [i]had[/i] said that she had done and had done to her everything that could be. Perhaps he should not be surprised that she knew how best to please him in such a manner. Soon enough, he provided her with a healthy load of draconic seed to digest, his balls tightening to release himself into her. He made sure to jiggle her on his knot every so often, keeping her wounded throat fresh so that the nanites would not heal it just yet, then pulled her free once he had shrunken. He held the parted cartilage together through her skin for the requisite five minutes, and it stayed in a shape that mostly resembled its original configuration when he released it.

"Now, I believe that you mentioned something of breeding, but it seems that you neglected to provide the key for this." He slipped a claw through the hasp of the padlock, giving it a gentle tug. "I suppose I shall need to improvise."

He grasped her midsection once more with his other foreclaw and gave the lock a tug. It provided more resistance than he expected, and the whole of her groin bulged slightly at his gentle pull. He quirked his head to the side, curious, and applied more pressure, building it and seeing the bulge grow. It suddenly slipped from within her to being trapped by her sealed spade, which almost instantly split apart, showing a ring attached to a metal bulb, her canine sex fairly exploding as it shredded to let the object free. Attached to the lock that dangled from his claw was an almost exact replica of his knotted shaft, crafted from metal and executed in excruciating detail, the difference being that the real thing was both thicker and longer by at least a third in either direction. So, she had wanted a taste of him before truly having him, though without spoiling herself for him. How thoughtful.

He deposited the metal dildo down her throat, forcing the body of the lock into her sinus cavity and holding it there until the nanites healed it into place, keeping it affixed where he had stored it. He would have to remove it later to enjoy her further, but that was as good of a place as any to keep it safe for the time being. He pinched the base of her neck to restart the blood flow to the rest of her body, and licked his lips at the bleeding shreds of her vulva. He gave them a few laps, feeling the heat on his tongue and tasting the fertile need of her body, then snipped off the torn bits of her sex. He was not certain if she would find it enjoyable to have no sexual pleasure provided from external stimulation now that her clitoris had been removed along with her vulva, and he found that he actually did care about the answer to that, but he had hopes that she would. She seemed the type, masochistic to the core.

He slid her gently onto his shaft, down to the knot without pressing it into her, then moved to lay atop the dragon-sized bench designed to accommodate him with the canine-shaped kobold beneath him. He rested that way, awaiting the return of his vigor, purring loudly to let her know how very pleased he was with her. She did her best to wriggle and stroke him as she had when he had bred her throat, but he pressed downwards to squeeze her until he heard her ribs beginning to crack, and she fell still. She was also a quick learner. Yes, he was [i]quite[/i] pleased with the generosity and breadth of her gift. Even if she [i]was[/i] his property, his attendant, his doggy 'bold, he would have to find a way to repay the exceptional debt that she had caused him in the giving. He would need to attend to her moods carefully and catch when she began to grow bored of her current state and use. Then he would ask what next she would like for him to do to her. Yes, again and again until he felt the debt alleviated. And then... well, he [i]did[/i] own her now, and she [i]was[/i] only a kobold after all.

When he felt rested enough, he pressed a foreclaw to her chest to hold her still and began to [i]rut[/i] her. Where with his fuckbunny he held back nothing, with his pet the very concept of restraint vanished entirely. He [i]fucked[/i] her, in the crude terms of the human language. He would breed her, yes, fertilize the eggs in her womb, but this was neither sex nor breeding. It was not rape, as she was willing in the first place, and her consent was a given anyways since he could provide it for her as her master. There was no ire or any true desire to harm her either, only to fulfill the purpose and use that she had described for herself to him. So he [i]fucked[/i] her, feeling her tear and bleed, feeling her pelvis crack and break, feeling his knot rend her open as it swelled and pulled her inner flesh outside, until at last he built himself up to a second orgasm. He filled her with his seed, plunging his knot in as deeply as he could so that what flesh remained that could do so was able to grasp at him. He held what was not able to do so as closed as he could until the nanites had knit it together, then allowed her to dangle from his inflated bulb as he wandered over to the showers.

He washed himself and his pet as thoroughly as he could, cleaning them both of the gore that he had caused, and dried them in the hot air of the booth at the back corner of the shower room. He enjoyed the odd and not unpleasant musk that wafted from her moist fur, the "wet dog" smell so many humans complained of. He had always considered it an interesting scent, but so did most furs as well. Humans had a strange way of sorting scents into those that pleased and did not, with few that they seemed to find neutral. When his knot finally shrank enough that she fell free of him on her own, he sliced at the flesh around the opening of her vaginal canal and pinched it closed, letting the nanites heal it so that it was tightly shut, as she had done to herself. He then took her to the room that was attached to his sand pit, finding the pole she had described, a replica of the one she had down her throat though with a hollow interior to allow excrement to exit through it. He placed her upon it and sat before her, looking down at his windfall with great pleasure and enjoyment.

"Have I done well to fulfill your desires thus far, little one?" he asked her, and she gave a weak nod in answer along with a soft gurgle. "Good. I will show you to Rain when she returns. I wonder how she will react to all of this. I think she will enjoy being the owner of the team, and I would never dare hold such a position above my own matriarch, considering she is to be accepted into their ranks. The others would skin me alive, most assuredly. If she reacts poorly, I will have to keep you hidden from her, though. I will ask your children to ensure that you are attended, and I will very much enjoy the fresh eggs to come after these are clutched. Regardless of Rain's reaction to you, I shall enjoy having you as my pet."

He gave her a loving pet, scratching tenderly at her head, though hard enough to leave bloody scores across her hide. With that, he left the room and closed it, leaving her shut in the darkness alone. He wondered idly if she had experienced sensory deprivation before.

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