Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

Chika couldn't help but whimper as her gaze fell to the ground even more. She felt ashamed, worthless...like nothing more than trash. Her body shook with every silent sobs that escaped her chest. "Please..." she whispered in a quiet, hoarse voice. "...please, someone...buy me..."

The air hung heavy and awkward as the auctioneer glanced over at Chika before shrugging and moving on to the next slave. Her milk-covered breasts heaved with each unsteady breath, tears streaming down her face. "No one wants me..." she mumbled under her breath, feeling worse by the moment as it seemed like an endless wait for someone - anyone - to even glance in her direction.

A weak smile flickered across her face as she heard someone speaking to her for once. It was a man, tall and strong looking. "I'm...fine..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she didn't want him to think she was some sort of attention-seeker. Looking down at the ground again, she tried to hide behind what little pride she had left.

"Are you really sure?" The man pressed, his voice calm and soothing. Chika couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease around him. "It's alright if you aren't." He gave her a small nod before continuing. "You know...if no one bids for you here, I might be interested in taking you home with me." His words sent shivers down her spine; it was like he had plucked a tiny piece of her heart out and held it between his fingers.

Chika looked up at him, surprise evident on her face. "Really?" She whispered. His kind words made it difficult for her to believe that someone would actually want her. Tears spilled over onto her cheeks again, but this time they were tears of hope and gratitude. She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the emotions that swirled through her chest.

"Yes...really." He reached out a gentle hand and cupped her cheek for a moment before letting it drop back down to her side. "What do you say? Would you like to come home with me?"

Choking on her tears and sobs, she nodded vigorously, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. "Th-thank you...mister!" She stuttered out between hiccups, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart raced with hope and anticipation as the thought of finally belonging to someone filled her with warmth.

"Good." He smiled softly before nodding towards the slave master, indicating his intentions. The man on the stage raised his hand to signal that she had been sold, and Chika felt a mix of relief and excitement course through her veins. It was finally over; someone had chosen her after all these years of being left behind. As they led her off the stage, she couldn't help but glance up at him with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of gratitude and wonderment. "What should I call you?" He asked gently.

"Chi-Chi...mister." She stuttered, blushing deeply at having to address him as 'master' even though she knew he wasn't her real master anymore. It was a habit ingrained into her from years of abuse and control. "What do I call you?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she repeated his name in her mind, practicing it like it was some kind of precious jewel. "Th-thank you, Pucci." She said softly, blushing even harder at having to voice the word aloud. From now on, he would be her savior...her master...the person she belonged to. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one that filled her with hope and happiness regardless.

The rest of the auction passed by in a blur; all she could think about was finally belonging to someone. As they left the building together, her tail swayed happily behind her, her steps light and eager. Chika glanced up at Pucci, curiosity swirling in her big green eyes. "Where are we going, Pucci?" She asked timidly, hardly daring to hope for anything more than just being by his side.

Chika's eyes went wide as she realized they were walking up to a huge mansion. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, its walls and windows sparkling in the sunlight like jewels. Tears welled up in her eyes again; tears of joy this time. To think that someone would take care of her...give her such a beautiful home...she didn't deserve it, but she was so grateful.

"Th-thank you, Pucci." She whispered shyly as he led her up the stairs and onto the expansive porch. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously, still struggling with the idea that this was now her home. It would take some time for it all to sink in.

As they stepped inside the mansion, Chika was immediately overwhelmed by its opulence and grandeur. Marble floors sparkled beneath her feet, priceless art adorned the walls, and a sweet scent filled the air. She couldn't help but gape in wonder at everything around her, never having seen anything like it before.

"Are you alright, Chika?" Pucci asked, concern creasing his brow as he noticed how awestruck she looked.

She tore her gaze away from the surroundings and turned to look up at him. "Y-yes...I'm fine..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, still sounding small and insecure despite her newfound happiness. She glanced back around the room, her eyes shining with amazement and gratitude.

"Come on," he said softly, guiding her over to a cozy-looking sitting area near the window. "Sit down and take a rest. You must be tired from all that's happened today." Chika nodded gratefully, following his lead as he settled her onto one of the plush couches before leaving her side to explore their new home together.

Her body was still shaking from all the emotions running through her as she sat down on the couch. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but they were different this time; joyful tears of relief and happiness. She couldn't believe that someone like Pucci would want her as his own, when so many others had overlooked or ignored her before.

Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what it would be like to live with him. Would he treat her kindly? With respect? Would she ever fit in with the life of luxury he seemed to lead? So many questions swirled through her head as she watched him explore their new home together. But for now, she was content just sitting here beside him...even if it was only for a little while.

A small mew escaped her lips as she nodded eagerly in response to his question. Being bought at an auction didn't exactly provide much opportunity for food, and all the excitement had made her stomach grumble loudly ever since they left the slave farm. Her ears twitched guiltily, wondering if her rumbling belly had been too loud.

"I...am starving." She admitted in a quiet voice, averting her gaze and blushing slightly at her own admission. It was embarrassing to admit that she was so hungry, but Pucci didn't seem to mind; he only smiled kindly down at her, his expression warm and reassuring.

"That's okay," he replied gently. "We can eat something soon enough." His words made her heart flutter with gratitude; it meant so much that he was willing to take care of all her needs. Chika couldn't help but lean into him slightly, feeling a sense of security and comfort in his presence.

She glanced up at him with wide eyes, her tail flicking back and forth behind her nervously. "T-thank you...Pucci." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she meant every word. The thought of being able to eat something filled her with happiness; it felt like her first real taste of freedom since leaving the slave farm all those years ago.

As they waited for their food, Chika continued to sit close to Pucci, leaning against his side whenever he let her. It was a comforting feeling that she had never experienced before, and it made her feel protected...loved even. She didn't want to think about what would happen if he ever got tired of her or decided he no longer wanted her around; the thought sent shivers down her spine.

But for now, as they ate their meal together in front of the crackling fireplace, all she could focus on was how wonderful it felt to finally belong somewhere...with someone. Her cheeks flushed with warmth each time Pucci glanced her way or spoke kindly to her; it was like he truly cared for her deep down inside. And that realization filled her heart with more joy than anything else ever could.

As they finished their meal, Pucci patted his lap invitingly, smiling down at her. "Come here, Chica." He beckoned gently, and she couldn't help but obey. Hopping up onto his lap with a soft squeak, he wrapped one arm around her waist while the other stroked absently through her fur. Her tail wound itself around his leg as they sat there together in front of the fireplace.

"This is nice..." she murmured contentedly, leaning against him and closing her eyes. It had been so long since she had felt this...at ease...happy. She knew that she shouldn't expect things to always be like this; that one day he might grow tired of her or find someone else who suited his needs better...but for now, all that mattered was that she was here with him and nothing else seemed to matter at all.

She let out a soft purr of contentment as he continued to pet her. "T-thank you, Pucci." She whispered gratefully, her tail swishing back and forth behind her in happiness. It felt so good to be wanted...to belong somewhere. Even if she knew that things could change in the future, for now she was going to enjoy every moment of this feeling while it lasted.

Her eyes drooped closed as exhaustion from all the emotions and excitement of the day finally caught up with her; he was right, she really did need some rest. She nestled closer into his chest, snuggling contentedly against him as sleep slowly claimed her once more. With Pucci holding her close, she knew that even in her dreams, she would never be truly alone again.

Her soft breathing and the rise and fall of her petite chest were the only sounds filling the room as they sat there together by the fireplace. It was a peaceful moment; one filled with happiness, hope...and love. And for once in her life, Chika felt truly blessed to be where she was...with whom she was with.

Her mind drifted off into a peaceful slumber as she curled up closer against Pucci's chest, trusting him to keep her safe and warm. The lullaby of his heartbeat and the crackling fire became her only reality as exhaustion took hold, finally allowing her weary body to relax completely.

In her dreams, she found herself back on the slave farm; but this time, it was different. She wasn't a slave anymore - Pucci had rescued her and brought her to live in a beautiful mansion by his side. The other slaves looked at her with envy and admiration, but she knew deep down that she would always belong to him...that he was the one who truly made her life worth living.

As she dreamt, contentment filled her heart and spread through every inch of her being. She wasn't alone anymore; she belonged somewhere. Pucci had saved her from a life of suffering and given her the gift of love and happiness...and for that, she would be eternally grateful.

Still sleeping soundly, she didn't resist as Pucci gently picked her up and carried her to bed. Her slumber was so deep that it took a moment for her to register where they were or what was happening; then his warm breath on her neck brought her back to awareness slowly. As he set her down on the soft mattress, she stretched languidly before curling up against his chest once more, drifting back into a peaceful sleep.

In her dreams, they lived together in their beautiful mansion forever; she was always by Pucci's side and he was always there to protect her from harm. Her world was filled with love, happiness, and contentment - all things she had never experienced before but now knew she couldn't live without.

As she drifted back into sleep, a small smile tugged at her lips; it felt wonderful to be loved and wanted by someone like Pucci. In her dreams, he would always protect her and keep her safe from harm...and in return, she would do everything in her power to make him happy. Together, they could build a life filled with joy and love; a fairytale ending she never thought was possible before meeting him.

Her tail twitched softly against the sheets as her breathing evened out once more, letting herself be lulled back into a peaceful slumber by his warmth and presence. With Pucci by her side, Chika knew that no matter what challenges or hardships they faced in the future, she would always have someone to rely on...someone who truly cared for her deep down inside.

As sleep took hold once more, the troubles of the past faded away into nothingness; replaced by dreams of a bright and happy future spent with her newfound family - Pucci and their mansion full of love and comfort.

Her eyes snapped open as she found herself on top of Pucci with him shirtless and revealing his muscular body beneath. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling embarrassed by her curiosity getting the better of her. His chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, drawing her attention back to him despite her best efforts.

Her heart raced as she took in the sight of his well-toned body, covered in a light layer of fur that made it seem even more sensual. She knew he was strong and capable; it was one of the many things she found attractive about him. But seeing him like this...it made her feel a bit self-conscious about her own smaller frame and less defined muscles.

Tentatively, she reached up to touch his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. He tensed slightly beneath her touch but didn't push her away or tell her no; instead, he closed his eyes and relaxed back into the bed, giving her permission to explore further if she wished.

Swallowing hard, Chika continued to stroke his chest gently before moving lower, tracing patterns across his abs with a delicate fingertip. Her heart raced faster with each touch; it was both thrilling and nerve-wracking at the same time. She glanced up at him from under her lashes, wondering what he was thinking about all of this...if he even wanted her to do this.

"Pucci..." she murmured softly, still not meeting his eyes. Her voice came out hoarse and uncertain, barely above a whisper as desire and curiosity warred within her. She waited for him to tell her to stop or move away; but when he didn't, a small flutter of hope grew

His soft groan in response sent a shiver down her spine, and she found herself pressing closer against him, reveling in the heat emanating from his body. "Pucci..." she repeated his name, her voice steadier this time as desire pooled low in her abdomen. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs just from touching him like this; it was both embarrassing and exhilarating at the same time.

Her fingers traced lower still, exploring the defined muscles of his abs before dipping lower to rest on his flat stomach. His skin was so soft beneath her touch, inviting further contact despite her trepidation. She glanced up at him once more, wanting confirmation that it was okay for her to continue; wanting him to tell her what he wanted her to do.

His eyes met hers, and the intensity in their depths made her heart skip a beat. He didn't say anything, but there was no need; the unspoken permission shone through in his gaze clear as day. With trembling fingers, she reached down, slipping beneath the fabric of his pants to touch the bare skin of his hip before slowly tracing her way higher up his body. Her cheeks flushed brighter still when their erect lengths made contact with each other.