I grew up on the coast where year-round warm weather and beaches were always within reach, but nowadays, I'm still getting used to the vastly different seasons. I hug the blanket tighter as I watch my pet scurry around the backyard. While I sip on hot tea inside the house, I watch her throw herself into heaps of snow and I can't help myself from reflecting the smile on her cute, playful face.
From the north, huh?
With the abnormally high temperature of her body, I know she's well adapted for the cold and that I don't need to worry about the way she's burying herself into snow while clothed in so little. I've only seen her shift a handful of times, mostly when she's strung off euphoria and coming all over—or in me. However, the changes never last for more than a few minutes and it leaves me wondering about her origins.
With her cute curiosity, I wonder if she's maybe a fox. Or possibly even part bear. She's certainly strong like one, even for such a tiny girl. I once thought that she was part cat, but now that I really know how soft and velvety her tongue is, I know there's not a drop of feline blood in her. Must be canine then.
After more than enough play time, I slide open the patio door and shiver at the blast of cold air. "Taeyeon-ah!" I call for her, "dinner's ready!"
I've named her after a famous singer that my mother used to listen to because she bears such a resemblance to the legendary idol.
She scurries through the patio door and shakes the icy clumps off her body. "Taeyeon!" I shriek, hating the stings of cold. "Don't drag all that snow in!" I help strip Taeyeon of her sweater and pants, leaving her in her usual loose tank and boy-shorts. "Did you have fun, sweetie?" I ask while petting her cold, damp hair.
"It would've been more fun with you!" she whines.
I chuckle as I grumble to myself, "you and I have very different ideas about fun."
…
"Master! Please don't go!"
I've been at home every day with her for a little over a week now, so I sigh as I tell her, "it's for work, Taeyeon, I have to go into the office today—"
"What if you don't come back?!"
Even though it's only been a few days with her, I hate that she's already figured out to pack guilt under my skin. "Taeyeon," I sigh.
"Please don't go!"
"You're being a silly girl. I'm going to come back. It's just a few hours."
The guilt just compounds as she clutches onto my waist and buries her face into my chest. "Please stay. Please, please, don't go—"
"You're being silly, sweetheart," I tell her, but I wrap your arms around her anyway. "It's just a few hours," I console her, stroking her soft, raven locks. "I promise I'll be home soon. You be good, okay? Don't mess up the house."
…
When I get home that evening, as soon as I've shut the door behind me, Taeyeon rips around the corner on thundering feet.
"Hi, sweetheart. Did you—oof!"
She slams into my chest, with arms wrapped around me, and she sends both to the floor. I hit the cold tiles, landing most of my weight on my shoulder blade first, and I hiss at the searing pain that floods my back. I almost start yelling at her until I finally take in the sound that's echoing in the foyer.
She's crying.
"Taeyeon?"
She whimpers and tucks her face against my neck. I feel the warm liquid run down my skin and I don't notice the sting in my back so much while I'm too worried about her.
"Taeyeon," I try again, pulling her face into my palms to get a better look at her.
Even with the foyer light behind her, I can still see the skin around her eyes are redden and puffy. It doesn't suit her pretty face at all.
"I-I," she hiccups, "I didn't think you were going to come ho-home."
The longer I hold my hysteric pet in my arms, the more dumbfounded I become when I can't understand how she can be this fond of me. It was just a few days ago that I brought home this shy, cautious girl, but now, she's so attached to me.
But when I think about all the connections I have to the rest of the world—my family, friends, coworkers, and even that annoying neighbor I 've never liked— I suddenly realize that my pet doesn't have anyone else, but me. I wondered how she could possibly grow so attached to me in such a short amount of time, but now I know.
I'm all she has.
"Shh, shh," I hush her, pulling her small body into my arms. "It's okay, sweetie. I'm back."
…
The drive's only twenty minutes, but I can see my pet nervously twitching in the passenger seat from my peripherals for the duration of the ride. She's naturally quiet, but she's gotten much more talkative over the week as I've gotten to know her. Today, however, she's as silent as the first night I brought her home.
I swing into the lot, park myr car, but after I switch off the engine, I stay inside the vehicle.
"Taeyeon, what's wrong?" I ask gently, staring at the evident anxiety on my pet's face. When she ignores me, I gently take her chin into my palm and turn her gaze towards me. "Baby, is something wrong?"
She sniffs. "It's nothing."
"Come on, tell me what's wrong."
She pauses for a bit before asking me quietly, "master, are you taking me back?"
"Back where?" I laugh, trying to lighten her heavy mood.
"Krystal said that it was going to happen to me too. It happened to her, like, five times."
"Who's Krystal?"
"A cat-girl that I met at the club. She told me that I should get used to it there. 'Masters always bring me back here after a few weeks' she said," Taeyeon mutters, pouting at the thought. She sniffs and curls her knees up to her chest. "Did I do something wrong? I thought you liked me."
I reach out to run my fingers through her thick, black hair. "Of course I like you. That's why I chose you. You're not Krystal. You're Taeyeon. My Taeyeonnie. We're not here to return you. I told you we had to come to the doctor's. It's just hard to get an appointment with a doctor that specializes in shapeshifters."
"You're… you're not giving me away?"
"No, silly," I tell her before leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. "Now come on. We're going to be late.
…
"How long do you think it will take to get the results?" I ask the doctor while I gently rub the slight sting from my pet's arm. Taeyeon just buries her face into the crook of my neck from where she's sitting on the examination table.
"Probably a week or so. It shouldn't be long till we get the results for her bloodwork. Like you said though, I too suspect she's a type of canine," the man replies as he scribbles something down into the paper chart. "Anyways, she seems young and healthy. I can't say I've ever seen an intersex species quite like this before."
"So, you don't know if she's…"
"Fertile?"
"Yes," I confirm, blushing under the doctor's gaze.
"The two of you have had intercourse, I'm assuming?"
My cheeks feel even hotter when he's talking about it so professionally. "Y-yes."
"Did you use protection?"
"N-no."
He just gives me a tight smile. "I wouldn't be too worried. Most shapeshifters are bred with sterilization in mind, but we can do a test for you to put your mind at ease. I am going to require a semen sample from your pet. You'll have to, uh," he gives me a cheeky smirk as he hands me a small plastic cup after he's twisted the lid off. "I'll, uh, need your help acquiring a sample. Take your time. Whenever you're done, pop it into this plastic bag, and seal it. My office is just down the hall and you can leave it with me there. Do you have any questions?"
I'm a god damn pervert, but this whole appointment making my stomach knot in embarrassment. "So, you just need a sample of…her semen in here?" you squeak, numbly holding the plastic cup.
"Yes. That's correct."
"You don't need it, like… filled, do you?"
He laughs and it only fuels my humiliation when I realize how stupid the question was. Regardless, he remains professionally polite. "No, no, nothing like that. Just one ejaculation should be enough of a sample."
"Okay, I think we're good then."
"Alrighty then. Let me know when you're done. Take your time. No need to hurry," he tells me politely before leaving the room to grant the two of us some privacy.
I pull Taeyeon's buried face out of my neck and gently pet her head. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it? Now we know you're healthy."
She frowns. "I don't like needles."
"Well, this next part of the appointment is fun. I promise," I tell her, giving her a playful wink.
She just blinks, confused about my ively grin, but I make it clear for her as I take a seat in front of her and start to take off her patient gown.
"Master," she nervously murmurs while watching me expose the lower half of her naked body.
Beneath trimmed, black curls, my pet's flaccid member is small, but I know that it can be easily changed. I cup it into the warmth of my palm and smirk as I feel it instantly respond, beginning to grow in my grasp. She gives me a cute, little moan as she hardens and starts to fill my palm with her erection.
"I-is it okay to do this here?" Taeyeon whispers, watching the way her cock's rising and pushing my fingers open.
I lick my lips at the sight, awed by how quick her response to me is. "I need something from you, sweetie," I tell her before gently squeezing her semi-hard cock, which elicits a small gasp from her. "It's okay, baby. Just relax. Just let me take care of you, okay?"
Taeyeon sighs as she shyly nods, gently surrendering her guard over to me. I spit into my hand before I start to rub her. I watch the tension melt from her shoulders as I slowly jack her off and once I've gotten her nice and hard, I lean into her lap.
As my mouth makes contact, she whines in that pitch I love hearing so much. I tease the head first, swirling my tongue on the smooth skin, which earns me a sharp inhale. Wanting to really get a reaction, I wrap my lips around her cock and plunge the appendage into my mouth without much warning. Oh God. The way she yelps and jerks in her spot has me struggling to smile while my lips are busy contouring to my pet's sex.
Oh, and when I hollow my cheeks, giving her a nice, hard suck, she whimpers in such a deliciously pathetic manner. So I start to bob my head, rolling my tongue over salty skin, listening to her labored breathing and cute whimpers of, "m-master."
I ask her a string of questions that I already know answers to, but I want to see her try to respond to them while her head is spinning, regardless.
"Baby, does that feel good? Have you thought about this before? Do you wanna fuck me?"
All of them garner a similar response of, "o-oh, master!"
Remembering how impressed I were with Taeyeon's virgin stamina, I'm a little surprised when just minutes into her first blowjob, she's already writhing uncontrollably in her seat. Glancing up, I see the tell-tale signs of glowing blue and lengthened canines. I know she's losing control.
She's going to come.
"Master, s-should you get the—oh!"
On a mission to drive her over the edge, I suck harder and bob faster.
A gentle, but frantic tap on my head forces me to look up. I see the way she's writhing in her spot and when the two of us make eye contact, I know she loves the sight of me, slobbering around her cock like an animal.
"M-master," she whines, "I'm gonna come."
I release her prick from my relentless assault. Licking my lips, I ask her, "do you wanna come in my mouth or on my face?"
"Wh-what?" she pants, cheeks burned scarlet.
My hand continues to pump her slippery cock and I think I can feel it throb, ready to burst. If her swollen member isn't a sign, then her gritted fangs certainly are and so are the punctured holes she's broken into the edge of the examination table. Honestly, I don't really care about the damage because she's quivering in my r hold and I'm in absolute control of her.
"Baby, do you wanna come in my mouth or on my face?" I ask again, gently swirling the tip my tongue against the smooth tip.
"MASTER!"
Her hips jerk and she misses your mouth for the most part. You feel it before you even realize she's come, violent and abrupt. The hot liquid spatters your cheekbone and you immediately shut your eyes as you feel more of the warmth spritz on your face. You can't see, but you think you hear leather tearing and you wonder how bad the damage is on the cushioning of the examination table.
She continues to uncontrollably moan and snarl while my hand continues to massage the wet shaft, milking out her load to the very last drop. God, there's so much cum that I can feel some of it start to run down my cheek and over my lips. Finally opening my eyes, I meet my pet's gaze and her pupils are blown into wide, black saucers. I love the way she's panting while staring at her essence running down my face, so I put on a show for her and I slowly, slowly lick my lips, cleaning off what jizz I can.
She wheezes at the sight.
For the most part, she spoils my needs and my roles are normally reversed with her between my knees, instead. I know it's a selfish habit, but I'm glad that today's different as I watch her try to catch her breath. I kiss the tip of her soft cock and she jerks in her spot when she feels lips against the sensitive head.
"M-master? Um..."
I see her pinch her lips together, so I encourage her to speak up. "What's wrong? Did you not like that?" I coo, already knowing the answer from the mess on my face.
"I-it's not that, it's just that," Taeyeon pauses as she glances to the side.
I follow her line of sight and laugh when I spot the empty, plastic cup. "Well," I chuckle, turning back to face her, "I hope you got another load in you."
…
When I hand the sample over to the doctor, I don't miss the way his eyebrows hike into his hairline as he stares at the generously filled plastic cup.