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Humans are curious little creatures. Quilette still remembers the first time she met one, a little thing that her mother showed her when she was young. They come in two categories, male and female, just like Astir, but they sometimes get upset when you say it. They’re cute, small, colorful. Everything that makes a perfect pet. They’re even intelligent sometimes. So, when Quilette’s mother and father told her she could pick out one for herself, of course she jumped at the idea. She didn’t realize how difficult it would be to pick one though.
There are advantages to owning different breeds of humans. The different colors, stripe patterns, and even sex tend to give a clue to their personalities and if you aren’t prepared for them then it can be hard for both you and your pet. Her mother wasn’t helpful; she had only started keeping humans after she met Quilette’s father. So, Quilette went to her father’s study to ask him for help with picking up.
Quilette’s father was sitting in his office chair, one of his guard humans was standing behind his chair and looked up at her approach. She smiled at him, her eyes flashing a pretty pink color before returning to their normal black.
“Quilette, what can I do for you, my precious?” her father’s low, rumbling voice felt nice in her ears. She always liked the vibrations of both her parents’ voices.
“Father!” Quilette ran to her father, dropping herself down onto his lap. His bottom arms immediately came to steady her, his top hands setting down his work to pet Quilette’s hair. He smiled at her, his spider-like fangs clicking together with the movement and his eyes flashing a pleased shade of green.
“My precious.” He tucked Quilette’s black, shoulder length hair behind her ear. She smiled in response.
“Father, how did you pick out your humans? What do you look for in a pet?” Quilette knew her voice was slightly whiny, but she also knew her father wouldn’t mind. She glanced at the human guard, Luke, and stuck out her pencil thin tongue at him.
“Hmm…” her father rubbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger in thought, his other three hands still on Quilette, “Well, I assume you don’t want one like Luke. He’s a fine male, and I quite like the breed, but you probably want a cuter one. Right?” Quilette nodded quickly and smiled, her own fangs clicking happily.
“But where do I find them? How do I pick a human out?”
“Oh, that’s easy my precious, just go where they are. I found Luke at one of their military bases. My other guard humans I found in much the same places. For more of a stay-at-home pet, I would say you should go find a younger one in one of their schools or workplaces.” Quilette’s father thought for a little longer before smiling again, “How about we look at some different breeds, and I’ll take you where I know that breed lives. Then, we can catch and train it up for you. How does that sound?” Quilette didn’t need words, not when her eyes were lighting up a bright yellow of excitement. She was getting a pet human.
Jake lived in a small town in Texas. He lived and worked on the family ranch, and he enjoyed it a lot. He and his five siblings were homeschooled by their mother, learning everything about their religion and work field. He wouldn’t change anything for the world. He wasn’t lonely like some folks liked to assume since he was homeschooled, quite the opposite. He was friends with a lot of lads in town and some of the folks in the surrounding farmlands too. He didn’t have a car, but he didn’t need one. Not when he had Delilah. Delilah is Jake’s beautiful painted mare, the gentlest soul he has ever met. He could take her anywhere and she ever spooked or pulled or bucked. Life was good.
Everything changed one late afternoon. Jake was riding Delilah around the ranch, checking the fence line and just enjoying the sun. He was wearing his old, brown riding boots, a blue button up collared shirt, blue jeans, and his belt with the family buckle. His cowboy hat was resting on the pommel of his saddle as he moseyed along. Folks round here lived a quiet life. Everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew who would marry who when everyone was all grown. Jake was pretty close to that time now. At just eighteen years old, Jake was expected to get married in the next couple of years, probably to one of the girls at church. He knew his mama and the other mamas were always planning on Sunday afternoons for him. He didn’t mind it all that much, it was just how life was round here. His older brother was married and gone, off to the army, and Jake had to set a good example for his younger brothers and sisters. And that meant marrying whoever mama said would be good for him.
Delilah whinnied softly, getting Jake’s attention out of his thoughts and back to his surroundings. Delilah never spooks, Jake knew that, he raised her after all. So, that leaves only one option: something was there, and Delilah didn’t like it.
Jake wasted no time whatsoever. He spurred Delilah quickly, gently but firmly pulling the reigns to turn her around. He didn’t know what it was that had spooked Delilah but that didn’t matter, what mattered was getting home as fast and as safe as possible. Delilah and Jake got back to the stables in record time. Jake watered Delilah, wiping her down while she drank. Jake trusted his horse with his life, and she proved today that she would spook for something, something was actually scaring her, and Jake needed to make it right. Nothing was supposed to hurt his horse on his watch, especially not on his land. Jake grabbed his shotgun from where it hung on the wall, grabbed a handful of ammo, and grabbed his hat from where it miraculously had stayed on Delilah’s saddle which Jake had put away. Whatever was out there, whatever it was, wasn’t going to be a problem come morning.
It took Jake an hour to get back to the part of the fence line that Delilah had spooked at, his head on a swivel as he stayed alert. He didn’t see anything that could’ve alerted his horse, but he wasn’t going to take any chances. Jake inspected the fencing as he walked alongside it, his shotgun in his right hand in case he needed it. The fencing hadn’t been repaired in a while but there were no breaks or weak spots. Everything looked normal. But Jake trusted his horse, and he knew there was something wrong out there that he needed to get rid of.
The moonlight provided just enough light for Jake to see the tree line past the fencing, but not enough to see anything inside. It was eerie. Quiet in a creepy kind of way that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Goosebumps sprung up his arms, making him shiver. He didn’t like this. Not one bit. But he had a job to do and damn him if he wasn’t going to do it.
Something moved in the woods, catching his attention immediately. It was just a rustle in the undergrowth, the softest of sounds that could have come from any number of small animals or even the wind. Jake sighed heavily at his own nerves; he was spooking too much himself. He laughed at himself softly, under his breath. He was being ridiculous. It was probably a coyote or some other small predator, something that he could shoot. Jake narrowed his eyes, trying to peer into the thick woods to see… anything. Something was in there, in one of the shadows of the trees. It was just there… Jake could almost make it out… something tall… standing on two legs…
It happened all at once. The crashing through the woods. The impact of something hitting Jake square in the chest. He fired a shot before everything faded to black.
The first thing Jake saw was his own hair dangling in front of his eyes. He was facing the floor, suspended by some kind of soft white rope. The floor was far beneath him; his wrists tied together in front of him and his ankles tied much the same way behind him. The next thing he was were two… things, standing under him and making soft clicking noises. They looked like humanoid spiders, four arms, two chests, spider-like fangs, four black eyes, and feet with only two clawed toes. They looked like something out of a nightmare. Jake suppressed any sound of surprise or fear, biting his tongue to avoid alerting the creatures to his consciousness. One of the two creatures was much larger than the other, easily ten feet tall with navy blue skin and shoulder-length black hair. The smaller one was around eight feet tall and was a darker shade of blue, almost black, and no hair to speak of.
Jake watched them for a long time. They didn’t seem to be doing much, just clicking their teeth. The space surrounding Jake and the creatures was dark, only illuminated by a strange red glow with no discernable origin. Jake didn’t see any exits or entrances, nowhere that indicated how he had got in here. It didn’t make any sense.
Jake was just about to try to figure out how he was suspended the way he was when the clicking below him stopped. The silence was the worst sound that Jake had ever heard. He could hear his very pulse. He froze, his muscles so tight he could imagine his bones turning to steel. He didn’t move a muscle; the only things he moved were his eyes. Slowly… looking… down…
Eight eyes were watching him. Silent expressions. Eerie. Jake didn’t dare make a sound, didn’t dare move. He just watched them with bated breath. The smaller one clicked its teeth softly. The larger one’s eyes flashed a curious shade of pink, only for a moment. It only made Jake feel like these creatures are stranger than he had initially profiled. They were dangerous, predatory, and colorful. The last part wasn’t as important so Jake could ignore it.
The larger one moved. Not much, just a single hand coming up to rest on one of the white ropes, but whatever it did made Jake fall. His heart leapt to his throat, choking any scream he might have made as he fell. Time was moving too slowly and too fast all at once. The floor was coming up too fast; his thoughts were too slow. He couldn’t do anything. Is this how he was going to die? No answers? No reason? Was his life really going to amount to nothing? What had he done anyway? Never once did he do anything! Nothing! And now he was going to die a useless death! His death would mean NOTHING! Just like he had meant nothing his whole life. The life he had been so content with amounted to nothing as he looked back. It flashed across his eyes. It was all he could see. His parents, loving him, raising him. His older brother, helping him out when he was younger and then leaving for the army later. Helping his little brother with his schoolwork and chores. Helping his other little brother with learning to ride. Helping his two baby sisters. He was never going to see any of them ever again. They would never know what happened to him. They won’t even be able to bury his body. Oh, how he had cursed Alex to stay, cursed and screamed that he would die if he went to war, that he was abandoning the whole family, abandoning him. Now look at him. He was going to die before everyone else. He was never going to see any of their funerals, because his would be the first.
Jake didn’t know he had been crying until the large claw brushed his cheeks clean. He blinked his eyes open in surprise and alarm at the touch, only to find the larger of the two creatures holding him princess style. He stiffened in fear, his eyes widening as he looked up at it. This thing had caught him, was touching him. He wanted to cry, both in relief and disgust. He was just about to relax a little when the awful thing clicked its teeth again!
Jake didn’t hesitate for a second. He threw a punch straight at the ugly bastard’s face. It made contact, but the pain that blossomed around his knuckles was like nothing he had ever felt before. A scream shattered his throat involuntarily, his hand twitching. Jake knew how to fight, knew how to throw a punch. This bastard’s face was hard as rock!
The creature looked at the smaller one, clicking its teeth again while one of its huge hands trapped both of Jake’s wrists to his chest, leaving it with only one free hand that it was using to gesture at him to the other creature. The smaller creature clicked as well, shaking its head in what Jake could almost imagine was disappointed. He didn’t have time to think. He was dropped to the floor, a dual-clawed foot pressed against his back to keep him still. He cried out, but it was useless. He couldn’t breathe. His lungs wouldn’t expand. Was it going to end now? Did that monster catch him just so it could crush him like this? What was the point in being saved then?
Just as suddenly as he was dropped, the pressure was lifted from his back. The two creatures were clicking to each other again. Jake’s hair was in his eyes, obscuring his vision, but he could still see them. Those monsters almost seemed to be communicating. He tried his best, tried to push himself up, but black was creeping into his vision. There was a ringing in his ears. Then… nothing.
Quilette couldn’t believe her luck. Such a pretty human pet. It was smaller than Luke, but it worked perfectly for what she wanted. It had tanned skin, orange stripes, hazel eyes, light brown hair that was cropped on the sides but hung low in front of its eyes. It was perfect. And it was all hers.
It seemed to sleep a lot. Even now it lay motionless on the floor. It was a bit of a shame, but her father promised that this could be trained out of them, so it wasn’t too bad. She couldn’t wait to start training it. She hadn’t had time earlier, but she should have probably checked its sex when they first grabbed it. She couldn’t pick out a good name for it if she didn’t know if it was male or female. Quilette gently picked up the little thing in her bottom arms again, cradling it to her chest.
“Father? Are you sure I can raise it all by myself? I know I’m old enough, but it still feels like too much responsibility.” She looked down at the little thing. It was limp, only the slight rise and fall of its chest proving life.
Her father chuckled softly, petting her hair, “It’s okay, precious, if you do a bad job then we can always get you a new one. How does that sound?” Quilette didn’t have to answer, she was already beaming, her eyes glowing yellow. She didn’t want her cute little darling to wake up in the examination room again, so she hurried off. She darted between corridors and into holes, crawling through her intricate home. It was complicated, but it was perfect in every way, a large honeycombed system deep underground. Her room was deeper underground than the rest of the living spaces, partially because she had wanted some privacy, and partially because she was almost to the age to start digging her own home and collecting her own males like her mother. If she was too close to her mother too often then emotions flared, and they would end up destroying another wing of the hive for no reason. It was better for everyone this way.
Quilette made it to her room, a large three-bedroom thing with webbing along the ceiling and a small pool with a running brook that was nestled in one of the rooms and snaked further underground. She climbed up to the webbing, relaxing in the soft strands. She laid her pet in the webbing next to her, watching it curiously, and just drinking in the sight of how cute it is. It still wasn’t waking up yet, but father had said it would take a while. Maybe she should check its sex before it wakes up again…?
She held its shoulders steady with her top hands, gently undoing its pants and shimmying them off with her other two. Quilette blinked in surprise, it was wearing some sort of shorter pants underneath. She pulled these off as well until she could see exactly what she had been looking for. A penis. So, she had gotten herself a male human. Good, she could already think of some cute names for him!
When Jake woke up again, he was somewhere new, again. This space was different, smaller. It was cold. So cold. Jake shivered involuntarily. He barely mustered the courage to open his eyes enough to have proper look around, just to see the larger of the two creatures was lounging on the webbing next to him. The smaller one was nowhere to be seen though. Jake bit his tongue to keep from crying out. Why was this happening to him? What did he do wrong? Did he survive the fall just to get killed here?
The creature didn’t notice him awake yet. He couldn’t tell where it was looking because of its black, pupilless eyes, but it didn’t seem to be paying attention to him. Jake looked around slowly, just moving his eyes and not his head. He was high up again; he was going to need to find a way down before he could escape. But then what? Would he be able to find his way home? That didn’t matter right now, he just needed to get away from whatever the hell this creature is. Whatever it was seemed to be sentient, if gross and spider-like. The more Jake looked at the thing, the less sure it was even awake right now. It hadn’t moved an inch. He wasn’t sure if the thing breathed like humans, its chest wasn’t moving at all. Could it even blink? Or was the lighting so bad that Jake just couldn’t see that its eyes were actually closed?
Jake shivered again, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. He wiggled a bit, trying to find a better position to look for an escape route, the webbing vibrating slightly from his movement. Before he could do any more, two large hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him back to get spooned by the creature. A disapproving clicking came from that horrible mouth, making Jake stiffen. The creature made a softer clicking sound with its fangs, one of its hands petting through Jake’s hair while the other three hold various parts of Jake still, one of its hands on his thigh, another on his waist, and the last on his chest. He squirmed again to no avail, just earning himself more clicks of disapproval. What did this thing want from him? Why was he here? Jake didn’t know what he was going to do.
What felt like days passed in blurs of the creature’s hands and clicks filling Jake’s life. The thing fed and watered him, even let him use the bathroom sometimes. Not nearly as often as Jake needed, but how could he complain when he didn’t know how to talk to the thing? Jake once tried to check his watch, but the blasted thing was broken, probably from when the creature had kidnapped him. It wasn’t too bad here, cold and definitely not comfortable, but the creature hadn’t tried to eat him. It seemed content to mostly hold him and sometimes brush his hair. Jake wasn’t given a chance to shower or bathe, but that was the least of his concerns. Sometimes he thought he heard voices coming from above or near the tunnel that the creature used sometimes, but he never saw anyone else. The smaller creature didn’t come back so it was just Jake and the larger creature.
The longer Jake was stuck in this endless loop of boredom and attention, the less he was sure of the passage of time. Everything seemed to melt together, days, weeks, maybe months as far as he knew. Nothing changed. Not the routine, not the creature, and not Jake. Everything stayed exactly the same. The food wasn’t half bad, not that Jake liked it, but it was edible, a kind of gelatin-like substance that tasted vaguely like strawberries. The water was clean. The air was breathable. The creature didn’t hurt him. It was relatively safe here. Of course he was still looking for a way out, an escape, but it wasn’t as urgent now that Jake knew the creature better. The clicks kept coming and Jake didn’t understand the language yet, but he was beginning to be able to read the creature’s emotions a little. When its eyes flash pink it means the thing is happy. When they flash yellow then its excited. When they flash blue, its disappointed or upset in some way. And when they’re green, the creature is tired. It was easy now.
One evening, the creature left Jake alone in the large web while it went out somewhere. Jake knew what it wanted from him, for him to stay put and just wait. He had other plans. Jake waited till he was sure the creature wasn’t going to come back any time soon before climbing down from the ceiling. His legs trembled when he landed on his feet, the unfamiliar feeling of his weight on his own feet feeling like too much for a moment. He hadn’t moved much, he was weak. Jake needed to leave. Now. Before anyone noticed he was gone. Before the creature came back.
Jake wandered around the three rooms for a bit, just exploring them. They were pretty empty, just more webs along the ceiling and some covering tunnels so he couldn’t get out through them. What Jake wouldn’t give to have his hunting knife with him right now. He walked unsteadily to the tunnel the creature had left from. There were webs here too, but they were much thinner and can easily be walked through, but the moment the creature came back it would know he had left. That wouldn’t be an issue if Jake knew his way around this fucking maze!
Jake continued to walk around, getting used to his legs again and trying to think of an escape plan. There wasn’t much he could use in these rooms. The only thing he found besides the webbing was the gelatin food on a table in the main room. He wasn’t hungry but he didn’t think the creature understood that. Jake paced back and forth in front of the table, his eyes on the tunnel out. It was the only exit he knew of the only place he had seem used to get outside these stupid fucking rooms. His legs felt weak, and they kept trying to buckle under him as he paced. Eventually he got tired of it and just sat down on the floor next to the table, the gelatin at eye level now. He couldn’t help but glance at it every so often. It was a dark blue color, only a little bit lighter than the creature, different from the previous gelatins that had been shades of yellow and green.
It was so interesting to look at. It was as if it was glowing, a lighter shade deep in its center. Jake’s mouth watered involuntarily, his stomach rumbling softly. He hadn’t been hungry, but there was something about this thing that made him want it in his mouth. He was vaguely aware of a sweet scent coming from the food, filling his lungs and making his head feel fuzzy. He couldn’t tear his eyes away anymore. He didn’t want to. He wanted to watch the center glow softly. Pulsing.
Lighter.
Darker.
Bigger.
Smaller.
Jake wanted to be closer. He wanted more.
Lighter.
Brighter.
He needed it. It would taste so good. That center would taste amazing…
Bigger.
Smaller.
Pulsing.
Jake didn’t know when he grabbed the pulsing gelatin thing. The next conscience thought he had, was to eat it. So, he did. As soon as he did, the scent went away. He blinked his eyes rapidly, clearing the haze that had filled his mind. He felt heavy, sleepy. Why had he eaten that? He hadn’t been hungry, had he? He didn’t remember laying down but the next thing he knew, he was horizontal. Jake blinked again, looking up to see the creature. But it didn’t scare him. Instead, he had the strange urge to laugh. He felt warm all over, like his body was overheating. He knew the creature was cold, it would feel so good to curl up in its arms…
Jake blinked again. This time he opened his eyes to see himself in the arms of the creature, high up in the webbing again. But Jake didn’t mind. It was so comfortable here.
Jake drifted in and out of consciousness, too tired to stay awake for long. He felt too hot, but something cooled him down, a firm yet gentle thing. Jake liked it.
When Jake woke up again, he was naked. He jolted upright only to find the creature’s arms wrapped around him securely. One of the creature’s hands was cupping his junk, another cupping his chest, and the other two were around his waist. There was a hint of green in the thing’s eyes, either meaning it was asleep or about to be asleep. Jake felt cold again, so much colder than before he ate that weird shit. It reminded him of that time he smoked weed for the first time, or that time he had taken LSDs. Trippy in a fun kind of way but something he would rather not repeat. Jake tried to adjust his position, but the creature just pulled him closer, spooning him. He gave up on trying to move, it was a losing fight after all, he learned that at least.
Quilette was having fun with her pet. She had named him Kudr but he still hasn’t responded to it. She wondered if he wasn’t as smart as Luke or if she had done something wrong. She tried training him on more things, like staying in the nest when she leaves and sleeping cuddled up with her when it was bedtime, it was proving more difficult than she had anticipated. Maybe he didn’t know what she was saying? But if that was the case then training him was going to be an even longer process than she had anticipated. Kudr seemed to like his food at least, he especially seemed to like the dessert she left yesterday for him. He got more cuddly after eating it. Quilette gently brushed the hair off his forehead as he slept, watching Kudr’s breathing. He was so cute like this, less restless. She had no clue why he was so energetic. Was he a working breed? Did she need to train him to do a bunch of tricks to exercise him properly? Her father said he’d get used to everything, but it’s been two months, and he was still making mistakes.
Quilette wanted Kudr to be happy, no matter what. Maybe if she fed him more desserts, finally taught him his name, and learned a bit more about his breed to interact with him better? That would at least keep him and her busy if nothing else. Quilette squeezed him gently, evoking a soft exhale of breath. She loved it when he made little noises like that.
The next morning was perfect. Quilette woke up bright and early, setting up everything she needed to train Kudr properly. She set out his breakfast, this time including more of the blue Brill for him to eat with the rest of the Brill. Hopefully he didn’t eat too much, she didn’t want him to sleep the day away when she had so much to teach him. Kudr stirred, the vibrations in the webs alerting Quilette to the change in his consciousness. She smiled brightly, her eyes flashing yellow as she looked up at him. He still seemed sleepy, but she was too hyped to let him have an easy morning. She climbed up the web just enough to grab him before jumping down with him in her arms. Kudr made a kind of squeaking sound, his eyes squeezing shut and his body going rigid. Quilette couldn’t fathom why he did that so often.
She set him down at the table, gesturing to the food, “Eat please, Kudr.” She smiled and crouched down next to him to watch, crooning to him in encouragement. He twisted his face in a strange way before just taking the water and nothing else. Quilette frowned and clicked her teeth in disproval, taking the water from him and pointing to the food instead, “Food, Kudr, eat your food.”
Kudr twisted his face again, but he finally obeyed. Quilette smiled warmly and ruffled his hair, “Good boy, Kudr!” She couldn’t help praising her precious pet for obeying so well. He was getting better, right? She watched him eat, but she was disappointed to see him avoiding the blue Brill. She had made so sure to give it to him and now he doesn’t want it? Why? What had she done wrong?
She frowned softly, watching him eat for a little while longer before she got fed up. Quilette grabbed a pinch of the blue Brill, holding it to Kudr’s lips, “Eat, Kudr, eat.” She used one of her other hands to squeeze Kudr’s cheeks so that his mouth opened then she popped the Brill into mouth. She smiled then, petting his head gently. “That’s it, good boy…” She didn’t notice the glazed look coming over Jake’s face, nor the way he began to lick at her fingers like a needy cat looking for more catnip.
Jake felt warm again. So very warm. The blue stuff was so good. He wanted more. He couldn’t stop licking the creature’s fingers still carrying the delicious scent of the blue stuff. It didn’t seem to mind anyway. Jake shifted himself, taking the fingers deeper into his mouth so he could suck them more. He didn’t stop until he felt those large fingers hit the back of his throat, making him groan softly. He barely noticed when his eyes drifted closed, or how he crawled into the creature’s lap. He didn’t even notice when he started stripping. All he wanted was to cool his overheated skin, eat more of the blue stuff, and keep sucking those delicious fingers.
The creature pets his hair, a soothing clicking sound coming from it. Jake felt a heat pool in his lower belly at the sound, somehow, he knew the creature was praising him, and he wanted it to keep making that sound. Jake suckled at the fingers obediently, trying to please the creature as much as possible with his mouth. He was rewarded with more of the crooning click that told him he was being praised. The heat in his lower belly grew hotter, sending pleasurable shivers up his spine every time those beautiful clicks came out of the creature’s mouth. He felt heavy and sleepy; he didn’t want to move ever again. It was safe here, in its arms like this. Why had he wanted to leave here again? He couldn’t remember anymore.
When the scent and aftertaste of the blue stuff was finally licked clean off the fingers Jake couldn’t help but be disappointed. He had wanted more. He knew there was more somewhere. Jake whimpered softly, forcing his eyes half open to look up at that gorgeous creature. If he pleased it good enough it would reward him, he just needed to be better. Another crooning click sound, and the creature pulled its fingers out of Jake’s mouth. He tried to protest for a moment, but he didn’t need to because as quickly as the fingers were taken, they were given back, coated in more of the blue stuff. Jake smiled and happily took the fingers into his mouth again, suckling on them and letting his eyes flutter shut again in contentment. He was uncomfortably hot, the more of the blue stuff he ate the worse it got. The heat pooled in his lower belly until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Jake whimpered softly, rocking his hips gently in a sorry attempt to get relief. He suckled the fingers harder, deepthroating and gagging on them in his desperation for more blue stuff while his lower half bucked and bucked for attention. The creature was clicking in his ear again, soothing him until he was again suckling contently, forcing himself to stop his desperate search for stimulation. Yet, the heat grew even more intense. Jake whimpered around the fingers, opening his eyes a fraction to plead for this majestic creature to touch him. He had never masturbated, never needed to, but right now all he wanted was something warm around his painfully hard dick. The creature seemed to understand because a moment later Jake felt the first cool touch of its hand on his throbbing member. He licked and worshipped the fingers in his mouth while that heavenly hand caressed and played with his manhood. He didn’t notice or care when a third hand came to play with his chest, rolling his nipples between large fingertips. It felt heavenly, perfect.
Jake never wanted to leave, not now and not ever. All he had to do was be like this, all he needed was the creature. Even the clicks were becoming necessary. His ears itched with every silent spell, making him beg for the creature to keep talking to him. He didn’t know what it was saying but he knew he was doing a good job.
“Good boy…” The thought invaded Jake’s thoughts for a moment, distracting him and making him pause his ministrations. But he didn’t have time to contemplate the voice because another wave of scent washed over him, and he was once again licking up the blue stuff. It felt so natural to have something like this in his mouth, long and hard and sweet. Jake never wanted to taste anything else again.
The creature’s fourth hand trailed down to his lower back, making Jake arch into the touch with a needy whine. The heat pooling in his belly was getting worse, like an itch he just couldn’t reach. Jake rocked his hips again only for the creature to squeeze him tightly in its fist. He gasped in surprise and pain until the touch softened to a slow stroking. He shuddered with pleasure, his legs going weak and his mind going blank. That’s right. He just needed to stay still. Everything was being taken care of.
“That’s it… be a good boy for master…” The voice sounded in his mind again, making him startle again. More soothing from the creature helped him calm down again, helping him slip into his role once more. He couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped his lips as he continued to deepthroat the fingers, surrendering to the slow strokes along his shaft and the rolling and pinching of his nipples. It wasn’t enough yet. Something was missing.
He whimpered again, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He felt itchy, so itchy. He needed something more, something only his master could give him. He nibbled and sucked at master’s fingers, whining and wiggling. He didn’t know what he wanted but it felt good to rub his backside on master’s thigh.
Master clicked its fangs, Jake’s heart swelling with pride at pleasing master. Soon a gentle pressure was touching his twitching hole. He couldn’t wait, he knew that master knew what he needed and that only master could give it.
“Shhhh… keep being a good boy, Kudr. Master only rewards good little pets.” The sound in his mind promised him gently. Jake nodded happily, recognizing the voice as master’s. It had to be. But why was master calling him Kudr? Was that his name? He was sure it was something else. Something that started with a J…
He didn’t have time to think it through though. With only firm push, master filled his needy hole with a finger. He gasped in surprise, a burning sensation coming from his hole at the stretch. It felt wrong and right all at once. He didn’t know anymore, he couldn’t think with master touching him like this.
“Kudr… Kudr, my darling pet, be a good boy for master. You like master’s fingers, don’t you? Like when she fills you like this?” She? Master was a girl? Kudr didn’t even question his name anymore, if master said it was Kudr then that must be true. Then if master said she was a girl, then she was a girl. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was master. All Kudr had to do was be a good boy. He was master’s darling pet, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Kudr loved his life. Loved his master. When he was a good boy, he got to eat blue Brill. Master was always so kind to Kudr. She liked to take him for walks sometimes and Kudr was allowed to meet another pet. A guard pet named Luke. He didn’t like Kudr and Kudr didn’t like him, but master liked it when they got along so he had to pretend to like playdates with Luke. Sometimes Kudr dreamt of a strange creature, a beautiful thing with four legs, hooves, a flowing mane, and kind eyes. He always woke up with tears on his face after that dream. He never knew why.