The Master and Mistress
#1 of Master/Mistress and Pet fun
This is my debut story, I had written it a while ago. At first I had put personal names in there, since it was inspired by a fantasy I had about my boyfriend, but I changed it so that it'd be suitable to give to friends in a furry skype group chat made mostly of users from a Furry Sub-reddit, for their opinion.
The story is mostly just a smut fic. But it's purpose was to show a change between a master/mistress/pet relationship into something far deeper.
It's original title was "The Mastress". I'll let you figure that one out for shits and giggles c:
I hope you enjoy.
She didn't know what the noises were. Was it master? But... She heard her mistress too. They wouldn't without telling her would they? That thought brought an odd, heavy curtain of jealousy, weighing down on her shoulders as she wondered towards the bathroom down the hall...
She took a deep breath. All she could hear was the sound of running water and opened the door and stepped in, expecting to be bombarded with a thick humid blanket but... Finding the air cool was... unexpected.
She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to see her Master step out of the shower, his naked, skunk-colored glory staring back at her. She looked down at herself with a light blush adorning her cheeks, suddenly self conscious about her own femminine form after she caught herself taking in the sight of his long beautiful, freshly showered black and white fur and lithe, godly (in her opinion) body that gave him a femminine quality, despite the small outlines of lean muscle guiding the shape of his fur on his skin. Her own had all the qualities of a female, except her lack of breasts, curvy, girly proportions defining the shape of her brown fur on her body. She would be considered a cuntboy by any other standard, but master and mistress constantly insisted on saying she was a female and nothing else.
Her eyes were pulled up to get lost in her master's oceanic orbs, parting her lips to say something only for them to be taken by Master's, letting out a quiet whimper as he pulled her close to his chest. She wasn't used to that, master had only kissed her a handful of times, and never as passionately as this, as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, his hand caressing the back of her head under her long brown locks of hair. She was surprised, surprised enough to part her lips and lean into the kiss... Something she had been longing for a long time.
A warm plush pair of... Something squished against her back, and she felt herself engulfed in another pair of arms, a moist wet noise nuzzling against her neck. It surprised her, mistress lilly rarely showed any such affection to her, a quick hug maybe, and friendly hello... But never something like this. It wasn't until she felt a sudden thump and her lips were yanked away from her master's that she realized she had been walked to the bedroom, her mistress warmth still beneath her, and master staring down at her. It was laundry day for the household, and master insisted she was okay in her bedclothes... Of which she ashamedly wore around one of her master's shirts. She was shorter than him, enough that it could have been a small dress on her, her body having barely grown since she was a prebubescent cub.
Then she realized, her mistress wasn't clothed as the long spotted fur of her odd Egyptian Mau heritage meshed with her own canine covering. Neither was her master clothed. And the heated pair of her master's eyes roving over her body from toe to head in a way he never had before as her mistress slowly lifted the very sweater her master gave her confirmed it. She was the house Maid, loyal to the admittedly large home's owners. She was a servant to her two masters who shared ideals and a bond not many could have. She had promised her entire being to them the day they picked her off the streets, she had loved them every day and her heart brimmed to bursting with the warmth they gave her. She was trusted with every tiny detail of their life... And her mistress and master were about turn her into something more than that...
Family, a place to belong, and something deeper.
She saw it out the corner of her eye first, a black choker, a shiny silver tag hanging from it. If she had turned her head she would have seen her name on it. She didn't resist, her master now leaning over her, breathing heavy, husky breaths over the short fur of her face as her mistress slipped it around her neck... And she made no move to struggle. She was now, their pet, not just a maid, and not just a toy as many would consider a pet to be. She could have told them no. But she accepted the fate in an instant as she had long since come to realize her feelings for her master and mistress were anything but a parental or sibling sense.
She was pulled out of her haze as she felt another thing she thought she'd never experience, at least not from her mistress... She had known about Mistress's 'extras', and had caught her master... indulging in them, more than once. But to feel the most prominent one sliding up between her legs, was a complete surprise, and she looked down. The pink, barbed shaft of her hermaphrodite mistress throbbed from between her admittedly plump thighs, the similar pink cock of her master sliding erotically against it, and the pair of femminine arms around her midsection squeezed. She realized what was going to happen even before her master's dominant voice brushed over one of her flattened ears. "We're going to make you, our lovely little pet, into our pregnant little bitch~"
She would be worried about the way he said it if it weren't for the twinkle of mischeviousness and love in his beautiful blue eyes as he stared down at her and the stirring in her loins of being taken by her master alone enough to drive her crazy, but with the feeling of a pair of cat-like cocks suddenly spreading her femminine mess over her plush netherlips she knew they were really going to do it. She was going to be taken, wholly, by her 'Owners'. She already belonged to them mind, soul, and heart. But now she was going to be taken in body.
With a quiet whimper, she stared up into her master's endeering expression, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss that barely surprised him as she spread her thighs, ever so slightly, relaxing her tense, and now eager, heated body. She was ready.
It wasn't long she had to wait, her master granted her a secret wish she didn't know she had, mistress allowing it with a bite to her neck, the tip of her master's thick barbed cock pressing against her womanhood,her lips spreading all too eagerly around that wonderful tip as it's barbed length slipped oh so slowly and carefully into her ovenlike passage. Her cunt may not have been the most moist thing on the outside, but the second his cock slipped into her most sacred place it was easy to tell he would have no trouble. He still took it easy, his thick length stretching her inner flesh, almost painfully, and rewarding him with a loud moan to his ears. The moan was riddled with whimpering as he smiled and leaned down to press another kiss to her lips before, to her surprise, he hit a wall.
His cock pushed, ground against her cervix, barely anything left of his wonderful, gentle cock left to take, though he seemed so determined to fill her with it. It hurt, oh so badly, but she wouldn't complain. The pain gave way to a numbness as he slid out, sparks travelling up through her spine as the barbs caught and scraped in her flesh, the comforting arms of her mistress tightening around her as her own fingers dug into her master's back. When had her paws gotten back there?
Her mistress bracing her was the signal. Suddenly her master ploughed into her, jolting her body up with the rough thrust, her lips letting out a silent scream as he pulled back and began his thrusting, taking her body all for himself, the following thrusts nowhere near as rough as that jolt as he burried his pretty half white muzzle into her neck, his lips suckling, caressing, kissing her fur covered flesh. She barely noticed it when it came, her body suddenly convulsing and quivering atop her mistress, whimpering loudly as pleasure numbed her to her very cored. She didn't know how hard her cunt clenched, but it squeezed even harder when her master gave a grunt at her surprising orgasm... And started to push. He pushed, and pushed, that last inch of his wonderful barbed cock finally finding it's seat in her welcoming pussy... But having done so stretched the tip of his throbbing cock past an even more sacred place, having stretched the tiny entrance of her cervix around that fleshy tip. She knew she no longer belonged in any sense to herself. Her entire being was her master's. The feeling of a sudden soothing warmth spattering against her insides confirmed that.
It was a feeling she would never forget, the first time her womb was coated with the sticky, hot cum of her master. And the first time that it ever had such an effect on her, having changed her to the very core. His seed flooded her womb with an unexplainably wonderful warmth and put out a fire she didn't realize was burning in her belly. She could only cling to him tighter, not wanting his cock to slip out from her. And in her heart, she knew that something else had happened inside her during the next many long minutes they stayed there, her fur stroked by her master and mistress. She was going to bare his first kit, his pup, his child.
And he was only happy to stay there, basking in the warmth. If only that was meant to be...
A squeak escaped her lips when she felt another tip prod against her already filled cunt's lips. Her eyes widened, having forgotten the admittedly alluring cock of her mistress. She wouldn't refuse, she couldn't. She didn't want to.
Her lips stretched around the second shaft. It was thicker, but she knew it wasn't as long as the entire length sat inside her, barely nudging the only passage to her womb, but it didn't mean it was any less painful being stretched so unbearably wide. But it felt good.
Her master slowly slid out, and she whined in protest, suddenly shut up by the hand of her mistress clasping over her mouth, muffling the yelp of master's thick cock driving back in her tight, filled little cunt. A dribble of his cum slid down into her mistress' thighfur as she took her turn, pulling out of her newly claimed pet's little pussy and slammed back in.
The following hour was slow, but felt like anything but. She lost count of her orgasms as her owner's cocks slid in and out in their rythym, and she hardly noticed the lack of one of the hot lengths during the latter of the sex, her mind in a complete haze, lost to the pleasure of being bred.
When she came for a final time, she realized that she wasn't alone. The grunt and groan that followed her silent cry shattered her haze, the sudden feeling of a hot warmth filling her belly again. Her mistress came, her herm seed swirled deep into her belly along with her master's, mixing and painting her insides with the mixed colors of her owners, her beloved masters.
As she came down from her pleasure high she finally noticed only the thick fat cock of her mistress burried inside her. She realized why when her master rose up, smiling down at them both. He came too, but not in her.
She felt a smile tug at her lips... Her mistress and master finally overcame their difficulties they tried so desperately hard to keep secret from her. And she had to wonder if she helped them. her fingers traced down to her belly that bubbled with the warmth of her two owner's fertile cum, no doubt in her mind that she would be seeing the effects within the next many months, and slipped them down further, her fingers coating themselves in the cum that dribbled from her entrance... And slipped down to scoop some out of her mistress.
"Now... Is the start of a new little family~ And both you lovely little mates of mine are going to mother it for me~"