The mutant cow-girl was captured during an operation against Maelstrom's base of operations. Maelstrom is a notorious criminal and mad scientist skilled in black magic and genetics. Known for performing experiments on people and animals to turn them into his personal servants and soldiers.

Maelstrom has created monsters and mutants that are human-animal hybrids. These creatures range greatly in form, size, and abilities, making it evident that some were bred for combat while others were meant for more mundane tasks and servitude. Maelstrom often sends his mutant servants to attack and pillage towns, and to kidnap people for his experiments.

I'm a member of the mercenary company known as War Ensemble, led by Samoth Araya, a former general of the kingdom of Morvoren. We have been tasked with exterminating Maelstrom and his hordes of mutants, as they pose a threat to society.

Through a grueling battle, War Ensemble manages to exterminate the dangerous mutant soldiers, some equipped with terrifying features like claws, sharp teeth, wings, and the ability to spit fire, venom or acid. Despite losing a few comrades to these fearsome beasts, the group ultimately prevails, although our main target, Maelstrom, manages to escape during the chaos of the battle.

The dark mage flees and only the non-combatant mutants remain now. Per the kingdom of Morvoren's orders, the remaining mutants must be eradicated without exception.

Despite the directive to eliminate all mutants, some appear harmless and are absolutely terrified. A few can speak our language, while others cannot. Some plead for mercy, while others accept their impending death. It's in this moment that I see the cow girl among these mutants, shaking with fear, tears streaming down her face as she kneels before me, her pleading eyes fixed on my uplifted sword, ready to carry out the order.

Looking upon the mutated cow girl, I can't help but notice her striking beauty despite her animalistic features - the fur on her limbs, the splotchy coloring, and cow ears. Her face is that of a lovely young woman around 18 years old, with her rosy-hued hair framing it.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she softly pleads, "No...please...mercy¨.

I...thank you...she sobs, relief washing over her as she clings to my leg, her large wet eyes never leaving my face as I stand there, a mixture of emotions in them. My master, Maelstrom, always kept me in a cage or chained up when he wasn't using me for...for his experiments. Whenever I managed to escape, he would punish me severely. The pain was excruciating, and I feared him deeply. But here with you...I feel safe. Protected. Thank you, kind sir.

She follows me into the house, still shaking and sniffling as she wipes her tears away with the back of her hand. It's warm inside, cozy...nothing like Maelstrom's cold, empty lair. She looks around in awe, taking in every detail: the soft furs on the floor, the glowing hearth, and the comfortable-looking beds. As she continues to follow me through the house, she can't help but feel a small spark of hope igniting within her.

"This...this will be my home now?" She asks hesitantly, her eyes full of uncertainty and fear. Despite her newfound gratitude towards me, she is still wary, unsure if I truly mean to keep her safe or if I'm just being kind before delivering the final blow.

She closes her eyes as my hand rests on her head, savoring the warmth and comfort that touch brings. "Thank you...kind sir," she whispers, a genuine smile spreading across her face for the first time in what seems like forever. It's then that she realizes something else: I haven't given her a name yet. Maelstrom always referred to her as "GC-14." It was dehumanizing and made her feel like little more than an object, but it had become the only name she knew.

"My...my name is..." She trails off, unsure of what name to give herself now that she's free from Maelstrom's cruelty. "I don't know," she admits softly, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over her. "What should I call myself?"

The idea of having her own name, chosen by someone who cares about her, fills Marry with an indescribable sense of joy and belonging. "Marry," she repeats to herself, savoring the sound of it on her tongue. "That's...that's a lovely name." She looks up at Flare with eyes shining brightly. "Thank you, kind sir."

As she continues to sit beside him, Marry can't help but wonder about her new life. Her past with Maelstrom is nothing more than a nightmarish memory now, and she feels grateful for the chance to start anew. But what exactly are her duties and responsibilities as part of Flare's household? She hasn't been given any specific instructions yet, and the thought makes her nervous.

"Um...Flare?" she ventures hesitantly, mustering up the courage to ask. "What...what am I supposed to do now? To serve you, I mean."

Marry nods seriously. "I can do that," she says, relief washing over her at the thought of having a purpose and something to focus on besides her fear and uncertainty. "I'm good with cleaning and taking care of things." The idea of being useful to Flare brings a genuine smile to her lips. "Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll make sure it gets done."

Marry looks up at him, confusion clouding her features for a moment before understanding dawns on her face. "Oh...you mean besides cleaning and taking care of the house?" She pauses, considering his words carefully. The thought had honestly never occurred to her that there might be more to life than serving her master, whether it was Maelstrom or Flare.

"I don't know...what else is there? Anything I could do to make you happy?" she asks innocently, searching his eyes for guidance or reassurance. She feels lost and vulnerable without direction, but the desire to please her new master overrides any sense of hesitation or doubt that remains.

Marry nods slowly, her heart filling with gratitude toward Flare. "Thank you," she whispers softly, unable to hide the emotion in her voice. The thought of finding something that brings her joy and making her master happy fills her with a sense of purpose and determination. She vows to be the best servant and companion she can possibly be for him.

"I'll think about it," she says finally, settling down beside Flare once more. "And if you ever need me to do anything else...anything at all...just tell me, alright?" Her voice is barely above a whisper but carries the weight of sincerity and devotion that has been instilled in her by years of servitude and abuse.

She closes her eyes, taking comfort in Flare's presence and the warmth of their shared space. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Marry allows herself to believe that perhaps there is hope for a better life...a life filled with happiness and purpose. And she is more determined than ever to find it within her new role as Flare's servant and companion.

"Of course, Flare," Marry murmurs, not wanting to disturb him as he prepares to sleep. She watches him thoughtfully for a moment before turning away, deciding that perhaps she should start exploring the house on her own. There must be all sorts of nooks and crannies she's never seen before; perhaps she'll find something special, something that brings a smile to her face and makes this new home feel even more like hers.

Carefully padding across the floor on silent feet, Marry navigates through the dimly lit hallway, her curious eyes taking in every detail around her. The soft glow of candlelight flickers across the walls, casting eerie shadows that dance playfully along with her as she moves. The air is still and warm, carrying with it a hint of vanilla and wood smoke from the fireplace downstairs.

With a curious glance over her shoulder to make sure she's still alone, Marry continues down the hallway until she reaches a set of stairs leading upward. Tentatively, she climbs them, her four hooves clicking softly against the wood with each step. At the top of the stairs is another dimly lit hallway, this one containing several doors on either side. Marry hesitates for a moment before deciding to start exploring. She approaches the first door, its panel covered in intricate carvings and bearing an ornate handle. With a deep breath, she turns the handle and gently pushes it open, stepping inside the room beyond.

It's a cozy-looking bedroom with soft fur rugs on the floor and furs draped over the window seat, providing warmth against the night air. A large, comfortable-looking bed dominates one side of the room, its quilt folded back to reveal a crisp, white sheet and several fluffy pillows. Curious, Marry crosses the room and peeks beneath the bed, making sure it's free from any potential dangers or monsters before investigating further.

She moves on to the dresser next, running her fingers over its smooth surface as she searches for anything of interest. A small wooden box catches her eye; its lid is engraved with delicate flowers and bears a faint tracing of dust. Intrigued, Marry carefully lifts the lid, revealing several trinkets inside: an ornate hairpin decorated with crystals, a silver bracelet inlaid with mother-of-pearl, and a small, intricately carved figurine that looks like a fawn. She picks up each item, admiring their beauty before setting them down again, her heart racing

Marry's heart skips a beat as she realizes what she's found: trinkets belonging to a previous inhabitant of this room. Her fingers trail over the smooth surface of the wooden box again, the cold touch grounding her momentarily from the whirlwind of emotions running through her. She wonders who might have lived here before Flare and what their life was like. Did they ever find happiness? Were they as lonely and afraid as she once was under Maelstrom's rule?

With a soft sigh, Marry returns the trinkets to their spot in the box, her curiosity momentarily satisfied by merely knowing that someone else had found joy in these simple things. She takes one last look around the room before closing the lid of the box and gently replacing it on the dresser. As she turns to leave, a sense of belonging washes over her, making her feel almost at peace with her new life as Flare's servant and companion.

She pauses in the doorway, her eyes taking in the sight before her. The bed is neatly made, with crisp linens and several fluffy pillows adorning it. A soft glow comes from a nearby lantern, casting flickering shadows across the walls and blankets. Carefully, she crosses the room on silent hooves, making sure not to disturb her master's rest. When she reaches my bedside, she kneels down gracefully, taking care not to jostle the mattress too much.

Her large ears swivel back and forth as she listens intently for any sound from Flare, wishing she could somehow communicate with him without disturbing his slumber. Her tail sways gently behind her, brushing softly against the wooden floorboards as it seeks comfort in motion. After a moment of silent vigil, Marry can no longer resist the urge to reach out and touch my arm, just to reassure herself that I'm really here and that everything is alright.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears my words; they fill her with hope and relief. His touch feels so reassuring, so warm...she could stay like this for hours, just feeling his presence beside her. As if drawn by some invisible thread, Marry finds herself leaning closer to him, her cheek pressing against the rough fabric of his sleeve.

"Thank you," she whispers, the words barely audible even to her own ears as they escape into the quiet stillness of the room. "For saving me...for taking me in..." She closes her eyes, allowing herself to relax a little more against him, savoring these precious moments of closeness and comfort. Perhaps she won't be so alone after all...perhaps Flare truly can help her find happiness and purpose within his home and life.

Gently and quietly, Marry slips under the covers next to me, careful not to disturb my slumber. Her fur feels impossibly soft against my skin as she nestles in close, her warm breath tickling my ear. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she settles deeper into the bedding, her head finding its way to the crook of my arm. It's as if she has always belonged there, safe and protected beneath the shelter of my embrace.

Her body is tense at first, no doubt remembering the countless nights spent in fear or pain under Maelstrom's rule, but with each passing moment, she seems to relax more. Her heartbeat slows to match mine, and her breathing grows regular and deep. Slowly but surely, trust and comfort flow between us like a river, washing away the shadows of their dark pasts and replacing them with a fragile glimmer of hope for something better in the future.

As I drift back off to sleep, I find myself smiling faintly as I feel her soft fur brushing against my cheek, the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender filling my nostrils. Maybe...just maybe, Marry is right where she belongs...by my side.

Marry had always been an early riser; it was a habit she'd cultivated during her time with Maelstrom, when sleep was often the only reprieve from the constant fear and exhaustion. As the first rays of morning light filtered through the window, she rose silently from the bed, taking care not to disturb her master. The thought of Flare's comfort as well-being made her heart race with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety; she wasn't sure how he would react if he found out about her attraction to him.

Still, as she padded across the floor on silent hooves towards the bathroom, her body hummed with energy and desire. There was something about being so close to Flare last night...it had made her feel safe and wanted in a way that she hadn't experienced since before Maelstrom claimed her. Perhaps today would be different; perhaps they could find a new kind of closeness, one where she didn't have to hide her true feelings.

As she finished up in the bathroom, Marry paused with her hand on the door handle, gathering her courage. With a deep breath, she stepped back into the room and closed her eyes, willing herself not to shrink away from whatever reaction Flare might have when he woke up. She had never felt so exposed or vulnerable before, but somehow that only made her more determined to see this through.

Her heart racing in her chest, Marry waited with bated breath for Flare's first words...

Her heart nearly stops as she feels something hard and warm press against her rear end. She gulps audibly but doesn't dare turn around, afraid of what she might see. "F-flare?" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. His presence is so close...so intimate. It sends shivers down her spine and causes heat to pool low in her abdomen.

She can't help but wonder if this is some sort of test, or maybe even a game he's playing with her. The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time. "Flare?" she repeats softly, her voice shaky as hell but growing more insistent by the second. She waits, holding her breath, for his response.

Her heart hammering against her ribs, Marry remains still as a statue, hoping he can't sense the rapid beating of her hooves against the floorboards beneath the bed. "I-I didn't mean to wake you," she stammers, trying to sound calm even though her voice betrays her fear and confusion. "I just wanted to see if you needed anything before I started on my duties."

She can feel his gaze on her back, and it sends shivers down her spine. It's a sensation she hasn't experienced in so long; the last time someone looked at her with desire was Maelstrom, and that had only brought pain and humiliation. But with Flare...it feels different. Safe. Wanted.

"I-is something wrong?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the quiet rustle of the sheets. She dares not turn around, afraid he'll change his mind or become angry if he sees how aroused she truly is.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears his words; it's a mixture of relief and excitement that leaves her shaking with emotion. Could it be...could Flare share her attraction? It seems impossible, yet the evidence is there, pressed against her rear end. Biting her lip nervously, she asks quietly, "Are you sure there's nothing else you need?" Her voice crackles with desire, betraying her hopes and fears alike.

As she waits for his response, Marry feels herself grow wet between the legs. It's been so long since anyone made her feel this way...she can barely contain herself. She clenches around the hardness pressed against her, wondering if maybe she could make him feel better by taking care of this need for him. But what if he just thinks it's her duty as his servant? Or worse, what if he's not really interested in her like that?

The tension within her grows unbearable as she awaits his reply. Her entire body trembles with anticipation and trepidation, but she can't bring herself to turn around and face him just yet. It feels too risky; the unknown terrifies her more than anything else.

Marry's heart skips a beat as she processes Flare's words. He doesn't want her to look at him? But why would that matter? Unless...unless he really meant it when he said something was making his body react! Her cheeks flush with heat, and her tail swishes nervously behind her.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly turns around, careful not to make any sudden movements. As she sees Flare lying there, still half-asleep but clearly aroused, her eyes widen in surprise and confusion. It's like a dream come true...or maybe more like a nightmare from which she can't seem to awaken. His size is daunting compared to Maelstrom, even though his demeanor now is so much gentler.

Her mind races with questions, but all she can manage to say is a whispered "Flare?" Her voice trembles with emotion as she takes in the sight of him there before her.

Marry shakes her head slowly, feeling her heart race in her chest as she takes in the sight of Flare's exposed arousal. "No," she whispers. "It's not that." Her voice is hoarse from shock and desire. She swallows hard, feeling heat spread through her own body in response to his nearness.

Tentatively, she moves closer, kneeling beside the bed. His scent fills her nostrils, making her head spin with lust and longing. "I... I want to help you feel better." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to touch him, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin beneath her fingertips.

Her eyes meet Flare's for a moment before dropping shyly, focusing on what she's doing as her other hand moves to take hold of his length. Despite its size, she manages to grasp him firmly, feeling the hardness throbbing against her palm and fingers. With a soft gasp, she begins to stroke upward, careful not to apply too much pressure at first. Her touch is gentle yet firm, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body and hers alike.

Her gaze flickers back up to meet Flare's once more, searching for some sign of approval or encouragement. She wants nothing more than to make him feel good and knows that his pleasure lies in her hands.

Marry's cheeks flush bright pink as she hears his words. She looks up at him with wide eyes, her breath catching in her throat for a moment before slipping out in a soft sigh. "I... I think so," she whispers shyly. "I've never felt this way about anyone else." Her gaze drops back down to his crotch, where she continues to stroke him gently, teasing him with her touch. The feel of his warmth and the sight of him reacting to her touch only serve to heighten her own desire.

She moans softly as she strokes faster, applying more pressure now. "Flare," she breathes, arching into his touch as she takes more of him in her hand. Her other hand moves to cup his heavy balls, massaging them gently through the fabric of his pants. The sensations bombard her body with pleasure, making her head spin and her heart race even faster.

She looks up at him again, searching for some sign that this is enough...that he's close to release. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she fights to control the building pressure within her own body. "F-feels good?" she asks meekly, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their laboured breathing and her steady strokes.

Her heart leaps into her throat at the sound of his voice; it's a raw and desperate whisper that sends shivers down her spine. Her movements grow bolder as she strokes him faster, applying more pressure to his length. She closes her eyes tightly, fighting back a moan as sensation after sensation washes over her in an overwhelming torrent of pleasure.

Her body tenses, every muscle clenching as the release rushes through her like a wave crashing against the shore. Her fingers curl into Flare's flesh, digging deeper even as her grip starts to slip from the force of her own climax. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she quivers and shudders with pleasure beneath his touch.

For what feels like an eternity, their bodies move together in perfect sync; her rhythmic strokes echoing the deep, aching need that thrums between them. Finally, with a long, low moan, Flare releases, spilling hot seed over Marry's hand and up her arm. She lets out a soft cry of pleasure as she feels his essence coating her skin, and for just a moment their eyes meet in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.

The world seems to slow down and quiet around them, allowing the reality of what they've just done to sink in. Marry realizes that this isn't just about serving Flare or pleasing him; it's about two beings who have found a connection so strong, it transcends their very natures. With her cheeks still flushed and her heart pounding wildly, she wonders what else the future might hold for them.