Siel: Another story?

Codex: Yep.

Siel: And another after this?

Codex: Yep.

Siel: Why?

Codex: Been gone awhile.

Siel: Fair enough.

Codex: Can I write?

Siel: Gladly.

Codex: So, everyone, enjoy this.

Siel: And excuse any grammar mistakes.

Codex: Yeah, I'll fix those eventually probably.

~x1x~ Fina - Fuckin' - Ly

"Servant, come here." I heard yelled from across the house.

I stopped what I was doing and ran to the living room. I stood in the door frame and heard what the he had to say.

"Come here for a second. I have to tell you something." I walked toward him, only to be thrown to the ground and stomped on.

I could smell the strong scent of liquor emanating from the man's body, which told where he's been for the past several hours.

I guess I should explain what's going on. My name is Ulysses, and I'm an umbreon morph. The man that's stomping on top of me is my 'master'. I have been his servant for 12 years now, ever since I was 2. And the only reason that is is because he killed my parents. Now, he just uses me. Not like my parents were any better.

They'd also take advantage of me, just because I was different. But, at least they gave me three meals a day and a roof over my head.

That was, until one day when this man came into my home and killed my family and left me to watch it all unfold. And want to know what my parents' last words were? "I'm sorry."

After that, I became his slave; waiting on him hand for for the past 12 years. Personally, I think I've done a good job at it. And is my 'master' thinks I did too, that he has a very funny way of showing it.

And, one of the worst things is that he's pretty well known. So, whenever he leaves, he likes to take me with him to brag about having a servant. Lucky for me, none of them like it. But, that doesn't mean they all like me.

I was knocked back to reality when I got picked up and thrown at a wall. It wasn't enough to hurt me, but I knew that is get more hurt if he found out I was somewhat durable. So, I acted like I was in pain.

"Ha, you're as weak as ever." I heard him say. I just rolled my eyes while my head on the floor. "Just make sure the house is clean because I'm holding a party in a few days and you'll be waiting on everyone. And doing anything they request."

I shakily stood up and slowly nodded, making myself look as weak as possible.

"And don't think I'll let you off the hook if you're bad just because you're hurt."

I nodded one more time in confirmation and hobbled back to my room, if you can call a closet a room.

There wasn't much in my room except for a 'bed' which consisted of a single blanket, a pair of shoes, and three sets of clothes. And the only reason I have the shoes and two of those sets of clothes is because some of his colleagues said that I should at least look somewhat nice and presentable.

Now, one of these sets of clothes was a full blown suit and for, with the complete outfit of a butler. The other nice one was the same thing but in a different set of colors and a few changes here and there.

"Servant! Get over here!"

Hearing this, I ran to the voice, which came from his office. When I got there, he handed me a pen and pad of paper "Write."

I nodded and readied myself to write down what he was about to say.

"To all of my esteemed colleagues, I invite you to another one of my parties. This time, I'll be doing something a little bit different, and I think you'll all enjoy it. This party will be held on the 18'th, which should give you enough time to prepare. I hope to see you all there. From the one and only, Jeremy Crossfield. Did you get all of that, or am I going to have to repeat myself?"

"I got it."

"Good. Now, make enough copies of this for all of my closest friends and family, and give me a copy before you mail them out. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes master."

"Good, now go."

I nodded and want into the room besides his office. In it was just a computer, a printer, a fax machine, and a few other trinkets like that.

I took a seat at the computer, opened up the writing tool, and took one last look at the piece of paper I had written on. I'm going to do this tomorrow. I'm going to make sure that everyone sees this and knows that he's not there anymore.

Agreeing with my thoughts, I turned the piece of paper over and I typed away.

[A half an hour later…]

I hit enter on the computer, and the printer made a copy of the letter I had just typed. When the copy was done being printed, I took it to my master to have him proofread it. He was in his office and was getting drunk, again.

I gave him the copy to proofread, and he nodded. "Good. At least you've proven to be useful in some aspects in this household. Now, before you start cleaning the house, go and serve Harold. You know what time of the year it is, so I don't think I need to tell you what to do."

I sighed "Yes master."

Harold was his pet arcanine that he picked up at a local pet shop because he said he was getting lonely or something. I don't quite remember the reason. He also has a few other pets, three to be exact, and they're just as bad as him. Lucky for me though, he only brings them out during public events.

I went to Harold's room as slowly as possible, not wanting to do what I was about to. But, they were orders from my master, so I have to, whether I like it or not. That was the one rule that I was to never break while I served him. I never liked that rule. That rule is whole reason why my life is the next best thing to hell.

I came to the arcanine's door and took one more breath, before opening the door and closing it once I was in.

"Harold? Where are you?" I asked. The room was completely dark, and I didn't know where he was. For a split second, I thought he wasn't there, and that he may have gone somewhere else to go do his thing. But that thought was immediately thrown out the window when I was pounced on and tackled to the floor.

"I've been waiting for you. I think this year's one is going to be a big one. I've been horny all day and I just can't seem to stop jacking off. Looks like I'm going to finally put my fucktoy yo good use."

Along with the arcanine's body on me, I felt a throbbing piece of meat on my stomach. It was about 13 inches long, 5 inches wide, and had a knot that was about 7 inches. I swear, this dog grows every time I see him.

"Now, get on your knees, bitch."

I complied and opened my mouth, readying my mouth to get stretched out once again. Arceus, I hate this. Harold inserted his member into my mouth, immediately shoving it down my throat, not caring if I was fine or not. I could already feel Harold leaking pre down my throat, which said just how badly he wanted this.

He began thrusting in and out of my maw, bringing his one of many climaxes closer. Soon though, I felt him spray his load straight into my stomach. I sat there for a few seconds, waiting for the excess to drip out. When Harold was satisfied, he pulled out of me and I coughed a bit from being half choked.

"Now, turn around. It's been awhile since I've been inside of anything, and I think I need it today."

I agreed with a sigh and turned around, removing my pants and underwear in the process, revealing my ass and balls to him. He hilted himself on top of me and lined himself up. After he got comfortable, he shoved his cock inside of me, stretching my walls in the process. It took all of my willpower to not scream from the pain, or moan from the pleasure.

"Come on, no need to hold it back. I know you love this more than I do. The walls are soundproof, so moan as much as you want, he won't hear. Not only that, I'd like to hear that voice of yours moan my name as I fuck your brains out."

"H-Ha-"

"Yes?"

"Ha-Harold."

"That's it. Moan my name as I pound that ass of yours."

"Harold!" I moaned as I was fucked against my will. He continued to fuck me as I continued to say his name, not even caring if the walls were soundproof or not.

After a few more minutes of this, I felt Harold finally push his knot inside of me, indicating that he was finished. And that may have been enough for him, but not for me. So, I just kept my dick in hiding, just in case Harold decided to get any ideas. I began to feel my stomach bulge from the volume of Harold's seed.

After sitting there for a few minutes, I finally felt Harold's dick began subside in size. He pulled it out and immediately shoved it into my face. "Clean it."

He stuck it in my mouth and I sucked off all the excess cum on it. Lucky for me, that didn't get him hard, which would have meant another hour here.

As u was doing this, all the cum in my ass leaked out, making a large puddle on the floor. When Harold noticed this, he put on a devious grin.

"I don't really have any cleaning products in here, see guess you're just going to have to improvise on how you're going to clean up your little mess."

Without making any emotions, I knelt to the ground and began you lick it up. When I was doing this, he just laughed at me.

Arceus, when will this end?

By the time I was completely done, Harold had crashed on his bed. Since there wasn't anyone to tell me otherwise, I grabbed my pants and underwear and got dressed.

I opened the door and grabbed the cleaning supplies from the closet.

[A good few hours of hard labor and cleaning later…]

I signed, picking up my mop, finally finished cleaning the kitchen.

"Wow, three and a half hours. I think that's a personal best." I congratulated myself.

Normally, it takes me somewhere around four and a half to five hours to clean the house, so I think it's nice to that I can complete it in under that every so often. I grabbed all my cleaning supplies and never them back to the closet.

After doing that, I went to Crossfield's study, which was next to his office. Seeing that he wasn't there, I went over to his computer and opened up the document I

made earlier.

I looked over it one more time and copied the file. Then, I went to his contacts and selected all.

I know he said he wanted to send his letter to his closest friends, but I'm not even sending that letter out. Yeah, the letter I'm sending out isn't exactly what he said. All you really need to know is that it basically says to come to the mansion tomorrow at 4 in the afternoon.

I guess you'll just have to wait and find out what happens.

[Another time skip to morning later…]

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off and I was diligent on suiting up and packing everything I needed.

I exited my room in my white and black butler outfit and a small sack full of all my essentials, and some of Crossfield's stuff.

I set my stuff next to the front door and moves to the kitchen. After grabbing what I needed, I made my way to Crossfield's room.

I opened the door slowly and noticed that he was still sleeping on his bed. I made my way to the side of his bed with the object in my hands, only to be stopped when he began to wake up.

"Ugh, morning already. Servant? Why are you in here? And why do you have-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I jumped onto his bed and held the object up against his neck. At this, I could see Crossfield begin to worry.

"Umm, what are you doing? If this is about last night, I won't do that to you anymore. How does that sounds?"

I didn't mive or make any emotion except for the one I was already making: emptiness.

"Umm, I can give you meals. I'll stop call you servant. I can- I can- What do you want from me!?"

I leaned in next to his ear and whispered. "There's only one thing I want. And that's your head in my hands."

After saying this, I grabbed His screaming head and sliced the object across his neck, killing his instantaneously. However, instead of stopping there, I laid him back on the bed and back away at his neck until his head was completely detached from his body.

Throughout this whole ordeal, Harold happened to well in, but couldn't quite see what was going on. Be got close to the bed, but stopped when the stench of blood began to sweep through the air.

"You know, I was actually considering sparing you." I turned to Harold, covered in blood. "But, I guess you just had to be curious now, didn't you."

"W-What are you doing?"

"Take a guess. You've done this plenty of times to my ego, I thought you'd be used to seeing this up close."

After saying this, Harold got wide-eyed and ran out the door.

Using one of my abilities, I teleported to right in front of Harold with my knife right in front of me, letting Harold's momentum finish him off.

"G-Go to hell." Harold said with his final breaths.

"See you there." I said before he could say anything else.

I removed my knife from Harold even I felt him stop moving. I proceeded to head to his other pets' rooms, wanting no one in this house to be alive by the time I leave.

[Another hour time skip later…]

After going through all of the rooms, I grabbed all of the decapitated bodies and dragged them to the front yard, aligning them from oldest to youngest.

Once that was done,o grabbed every knife in the kitchen and put them near the front door. I grabbed all their heads and held them up with the knives I grabbed.

When I was done, I grabbed all my belongings and walked away from the house and into the forest behind it.

I circled around it and perched myself in the branches of s tree go see everyone's reactions when they got there.

Each head was held up by a knife through their skull and connected to the wall behind it. Each head stayed up there, emotionless.

Soon, the guests began to arrive only as quickly as they began to leave as soon as they got there.

After I saw that one of them decided to call the police, I decided to grab my stuff and hop through the trees to wherever might take me away from here.

After jumping for a little bit, my actions began to catch up with me.

What-What have I done? No! No. He deserved it. And, on the bright side, you're finally free. Jeez, I never would have thought I'd see the day. Took long enough, though.

Codex: So, how was that?

Siel: Actually, it wasn't that bad.

Codex: Thank you.

Siel: Yeah, I rather enjoyed that.

Ulysses: Can I speak yet?

Codex: Of course.

Siel: Yeah, this is your story after all.

Codex: Exactly.

Siel: You can end it if you want.

Ulysses: Yeah, I just wanted to end it, been a long day.

Codex: i know the feeling.

Ulysses: Well, later guys.

Codex: Peace.

Siel: Am I required to stay here?

Codex: *rolls eyes* no

Siel: Yay, bye.