Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Somewhere in the royal castle, a large figure lay on a bed hidden by curtains. What's more, he was chained to the bed and perfectly naked his legs spread apart with each ankle chained to each lower bedpost, and both arms stretched above him, bound together at the wrists and locked to the headboard. He shifted a little, idly fidgeting with the manacles with his hands, though he wasn't actually testing them or trying to break free. In fact, he wasn't concerned at all. He liked the chains, they were familiar to him. Comfortable, even. Like an old friend. They were something he had grown not just to accept, but to like during his years of training. Still, he signed through a canine muzzle as he waited. He was no human, but a Grey Wolf anthromorph, and he was an exceptional specimen an even six-feet-six, with broad shoulders and powerfully cut muscles, the body of one who had an intensive workout regimen. Covering his body was a layer of absolutely luxurious grey fur He had been washed, dried, and groomed twice prior to being placed here, and it had achieved a state of silky smoothness and fluffyness, the kind of fur a woman could just bury her hands and face in to enjoy. And yet, it was even groomed in such a way that his highly toned muscles were visible even through the fur, something that had taken a great amount of time, care, and finesse, but no expense had been spared. His fur was also slightly fragrenced from the washing, though his sensual, masculine musk could still be detected. And the wolf-man's face was like a wolf's, but with humanlike features imposed over it deep green eyes and a fully expressive mouth, giving him a soft, friendly appearance. Rook shifted again, not out of discomfort, but out of excitement. He couldn't wait, it had finally happened! All his years of training to be the perfect slave, the perfect pet, had led to this him finally being purchased permanently. Ever since he had grown old enough to develop sexual capability, he had been trained and conditioned by professional mistresses to be an obedient pet who lived only to pleasure his owners. And to be honest, he couldn't even remember his life before that, he couldn't remember where he came from or how he came to be in their possession...it was just years of both mental and physical conditioning, going through several professional trainers and several temporary owners, molding him into one of their highest-class goods. Everything was to be of the highest quality, meant to be sold to nobility or wealthy merchants, they even told him he was 'a pet fit for royalty'. And they were right! Just days ago, the Queen of the local realm herself had visited, and out of the lineup of the three absolute best slaves the trainers had to sell, he was the one picked! The queen told him he was a gift for one of her daughters, he belonged to her now. And he couldn't wait to meet her! He couldn't wait to please her, to make her happy in every way he could. What would she be like, he wondered? Petite and dark-haried, and would love to cuddle her large toy? Tall and developed, and wanted to really make use of his skills? It didn't matter, in the end. He'd make her happy all the same. Pondering all the things his new mistress might command him to do--or do with him--almost aroused him, but no, he didn't have permission yet. His manhood, impressive as it was, was sheathed between his legs and obscured by a bulge of fur. Still, he was told he wouldn't have to wait long, his new mistress would be here soon, and--was that her? He heard the door to the bedroom open, and saw a feminine silhouette on the other side of the curtains. This was it! The bushy-furred tailed between his legs wagged eagerly, and he looked up as the curtain was pulled back...and they laid eyes on each other. He looked up at her with a radiant and happy expression, almost puppylike in its eagerness, despite the fact that he was naked and chained to the bed. He didn't say anything yet though, oh no, Mistress must speak first.