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Elsie led her new pet home on her leash. She could already tell that Funk was going to be the kind of loving and adoring animal she'd always hoped to own. Funk was a lovely half fox, half skunk. A skox, as named by those who had to create portmanteaus for any hybridization. The skox was quite lovely indeed, her form mostly that of a lovely vixen. But her coloration was the dark black of a skunk with the usual white lines running down her back. The top of her tail was marked with a great white treble clef.

"You're going to love it at home." The told the skox in that voice one uses with pets. Not actually expecting them to understand, but pretending that they can. "You'll find me a quite generous pet owner. I've already got some fun toys for you to play with. And I don't mind you getting on the couch or sleeping on my bed. In fact, I'd prefer it. Doesn't that sound lovely?"

"Yes, it does."

Elsie stopped. Funk almost bumped into her at the sudden halting. Elsie turned about sharply and looked up into the skox's eyes. Her finger tapped Funk's nose harshly. "Pets don't talk, Funk."

"Sorry."

That earned another nose bop. Elsie turned and continued to lead Funk on. Indeed, she had always wanted a pet. She hadn't expected to find a stray in a bar at lunch time, though. Get to talking over a pint. Some interesting things coming up rather quickly. A quick trip to Pets We R for a leash, collar, and personalized name tag and things were set to go.

Funk was clearly nervous and embarrassed being paraded through the city in such a manner. And Elsie was taking a sadistic delight in widely circling her apartment building. Some people laughed at the sight. Others who likely (correctly) assumed this was a sex thing averted their eyes and occupied themselves with reading miscellaneous signs.

A few assholes made catcalls or whistles. A few bigger assholes condemned them. Elsie was use to ignoring them. However, she could tell her new pet was getting unnerved quickly. It was time to truly head for home now.

It was, as mentioned, not a far walk. Funk was quite relieved to finally be somewhere private, Elsie could tell. She collapsed onto Elsie's sofa; making herself at home quite readily, as any good pet should. "A-hem." Elsie stared into the skox upon her furniture.

Funk's mouth worked, but nothing was said. Elsie knew what Funk was thinking, of course. She had told her that getting on the sofa was fine. And now Funk was trying to protest that while still acting within the 'no talking' rule. But Else a-hemmed for a different reason.

"Pets do not wear clothes." Elsie brought a sneer to her previous scowl. Her new pet now showed a visible degree of embarrassment. Surely she knew things would come to this, but it could still be quite nerve-inducing, crossing that boundary with someone new. Elsie's tail flicked. The tabby cat was far more comfortable in her bare fur than in any garment. Normally she'd be in the nude by now, regardless of her chosen partner's readiness. But she would be remiss in this game if she were bare before her new pet.

Funk stood. She smiled and started to gyrate her hips a bit. Slowly undoing her pants button. "No strip show. Clothes off. Now." Elsie hated being teased. Funk showed another degree of embarrassment. Elsie surmised that her pet had planned on using the slow show to warm herself up to the idea. But that wasn't happening. Funk removed the garments, which proved quite the feat for the girl. She became tangled in her shirt, couldn't undo her bra, and tripped over her jeans and her panties as she removed each item from her body. Elsie's smirk betrayed her amusement at the fumbling woman's disrobing.

When Elsie was confident her pet was as nude as a good pet should be - namely no clothes save her collar - Elsie removed her own clothing with the practiced ease of one who despises clothing and rids herself of it at any opportunity. Elsie strode to her sofa. Sitting down, she urged, "Funk, come lay across mommy's lap." Oh, good, a pet that comes when called. Always a pleasure to have one of those.

Elsie ran her fingers across the smooth black fur of Funk's belly. Funk rolled herself into different positions to find one that worked best. Elsie did not stop her. Each change gave her the opportunity to stroke her dear in a variety of places. To feel that silky fur on Funk's back, belly, and cheek. Elsie traced her fingers across the interesting white markings on Funk's shoulders and chest. And she ran her hands through the long flowing fur of that huge bushy tail.

Elsie had her pet sit upright upon the sofa. Elsie wanted to play with those markings a bit more. Again she traced out each of the shoulder markings. A 'coda' and a 'segno' she had been taught. And then across the large hashtag... er... sharp sign upon Funk's chest. But of course that all had just been a ploy to run her fingers across the other noticeable features of Funk's chest.

The lines of the sharp sign crossed onto Funk's large breasts. And Elsie's fingers left those marks to dance across the sensual mounds. Her fingertips circled about the nipples each, spiraling inward to the cute pink nubs. Elsie felt those nipples stiffen beneath her touch. Funk herself stiffened and moaned at the sensation. Her fingers left the nipples. Elsie cupped each of the ample breasts in her hands and gently squeezed at them. She drank in the soft squishiness of them while watching Funk squirm at her touch.

Elsie stood, "Lie down, Funk." The tabby cat lay the skunk-fox down upon her belly. Her attention now turned to that great skunk tail. Black on the top, adorned with a giant white treble-clef. Elsie took the time to run her hands through that great fluffy tail. She pulled the large thing down over the back of Funk, so now she looked down upon the tail's underside. This side the tail was white, and marked with two bass clefs juxtaposed to one another. One was flipped so the pair made a subtle heart shape. Elsie of course took the time to run her paws through the fur on this side as well. It was naturally longer on this side, all the more to delight in playing with.

But of course this was yet another less-than-subtle ploy. The cat did not hesitate long in moving up along the length of that great tail to place her hands upon Funk's backside. She stroked and patted the shiny black cheeks. Her hand dipped between those cheeks so that her fingertips might gently tickle the rosebud buried between. Her hand pulled from its toy and rubbed and squeezed more at those plump buttocks. Elsie then leaned in and planted a swift kiss upon Funk's left cheek. "Oh, you are a keeper," she whispered.

Soon Elsie was sitting down upon the sofa, and Funk nestled upon the tabby's lap. Now Elsie kissed and nibbled at Funk's neck. Her hands running across the belly of her new pet. Those one of those hands worked its way north to squeeze at Funk's ample breast. The other went south to feel Funk's damp pussy.

The northern hand squeezed that breast beneath it. It toyed with the hardened stiff nipple at the peak of the mound. The fingers of the southern hand dipped into the sex of the skox. The fur upon her fingers brushing the inside of Funk's passage. Elsie pulled those fingers from within and rubbed at the swollen clit at the top of the entrance. Funk thrashed in Elsie's arms. She moaned the unbearable pleasure her mistress subjected her to. Elsie's teeth dug into the back of Funk's neck.

Elsie plunged those fingers down into Funk's pussy yet again. The northern hand abandoned its post to aid the southern front in its battle. The fingers on that hand squeezed beneath Elsie's wrist to rub at the hardened button there. Funk's leg kicked out. She screamed her painful delight at Elsie's assault on her nethers. Elsie turned the buried fingers against the upper wall of Funk's pussy. Where the fabled treasure of the G-spot lay. Funk's body could take no more. The skox came in Elsie's arms. Her pussy jettisoning ejaculate across the floor of Elsie's apartment. Elsie relinquished nothing. Her fingers continued to work Funk through a second and third orgasm. Each further dampening her sofa and carpeting.

Funk moaned and fell limp in Elsie's arms. Elsie slowed her ministrations and eventually stopped. She helped the barely conscious Funk down on the floor, where some would say a pet's place was. But the carpet was soft. And many a partner of Elsie's had slept off a harsh orgasm there. Elsie sat back into her sofa. Her paw now gently masturbated her own pussy as she eyed her lovely new pet. A small bit of blood dampened the neck of Funk. Elsie mirthfully thought that she hoped she wasn't called out for animal abuse.

But this was a wonderful idea. Funk would be a wonderful pet - a wonderful woman - all games aside - to have in her life. Her fingers worked herself as she planned her pet's next obedience lesson.