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.
As i watch her on stage sobbing out of insecurity and pity, i felt remorseful and called out a price
"I'll take for for 1 Gold!!!"
Even though its not a large offer for her, if the other won't bid then my offer wouldn't look so bad
Chika's ears twitched in surprise when she heard someone bid for her. She had never expected to be bought by anyone. The realization only made her nervousness worse, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Slowly, she looked up at the one who had called out the price. He wasn't unattractive, at least not as bad as some other masters she had seen over the years. Could it be that...?
Nodding hesitantly, Chika wiped away her tears and tried to muster up a shy smile. "Th-thank you... M-master...," she stammered in her childlike voice, looking down again as if afraid he might change his mind now that she wasn't being sold cheaply anymore.
Her pink nipples hardened at the thought of serving this person, and despite herself, a tiny moan escaped her lips as anticipation filled her. The idea of finally belonging to someone... Even if it meant being their slave. She would take whatever she could get now.
After a few moments of whispering from the crowd, the slaver finally sold me chika, making me smile from joy and the feeling of doing a good deed, i then step closer to the auction stage and reach out a reassuring hand, warmly smiling as i said "looks like i'll be taking care of you now little one" i chuckle quietly, waiting for her to accept my gesture and make her get down the stage "what's your name, if i may ask?"
Chika looked up at the man who had just bought her with hope shining in her green doe eyes. Her tail swayed nervously behind her as she carefully accepted his outstretched hand, careful not to show any signs of rebellion or disobedience. She wanted nothing more than to please him now that he was her master.
"C-Chika...," she replied timidly, lowering herself from the stand and landing lightly on the floor beside him. "T-thank you for buying me, M-master..." she added quickly, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and fear. Her breasts heaved softly as she fought to control her breathing; the anticipation making her body feel alive in ways it hadn't before.
I knelt down on her level and give her a reassuring smile "your welcome.... you'll be safe with me" "oh and also" i then took off my jacket, despite it not in the greatest quality, and wrap it around her shoulder, hiding some of her revealed body parts "there... that should at least cover you up" i then straighten the jacket on her as i work with a subtle smile "comfortable?"
Nodding gratefully at his words and accepting the jacket, Chika wrapped it around her shoulders carefully, feeling protected for the first time in years. "T-thank you...," she murmured again, looking up at him with wide eyes. She wasn't used to anyone being kind to her; most of them just wanted her body or ignored her altogether. The feeling of having a master who seemed to actually care about her made her heart race in ways she didn't understand.
Chika remained silent as they led her away from the auction area, carefully following behind him like a well-trained dog. Her tail continued to wag slightly behind her, showing how happy she was even amidst the strange and foreign feelings flooding through her.
Once they were out of earshot, Chika found herself asking tentatively, "Master... may I know where we're going?" She glanced down at his feet before looking back up at him, hoping he wouldn't mind the question.
As she looks up at me with questioning cute eyes, i chuckle quietly to myself as i reassure her in a soft tone "well chika, were going back to my home....where i'll be taking care of you" i reach out my palm towards her and ask softly "would you like to see what your new home would look lile little one?"
Shivering slightly with excitement and anticipation, Chika placed her tiny hand into his large one. "R-really? I'm going to live with you...?" Her gaze flickered between his face and their joined hands before looking down at the floor once more in shyness. The thought of being wanted by anyone was still strange to her after years of feeling worthless and disposable, but the idea of belonging to this man brought warmth spreading through her chest.
Her soft, lactating breasts perked up at the thought of serving him, making her nipples harden beneath the thin material of his jacket. "I-I'll be a good girl... M-master," she promised in her childlike voice, looking up with innocent eyes. Her tail swished behind her, eager to please and serve.
As we walk back to the direction of my home, i loom back at her and flash an grateful smile
"please, call me Erthon...or Mister Erthon, whichever you prefer"
as we continue to walk, i gently soothe the back of her hand with my thumb
"Don't worry, my house isn't far from here, just outside the castle walls"
Tilting her head slightly to the side as she listened to him, Chika mulled over his words. Mister Erthon... The name rolled off her tongue awkwardly, but it sounded better than "master." She nodded slowly, understanding. As he continued to gently stroke her hand with his thumb, she squeezed her fingers around his in an almost unconscious attempt at showing affection.
Her tail wagged back and forth behind her, its tip occasionally brushing against the ground as if dancing. The closer they got to his house, the more excited she grew. What would it look like? Would there be other slaves or servants living with him? She hadn't seen anything of this part of the city from the slave farm; everything had been so cramped and dingy there, unlike the fancy buildings they were passing now.
Her nipples hardened even more as she imagined serving Mister Erthon in his home, doing whatever he wanted her to do. The thought made a hot rush of blood flow down between her legs, making her almost moan with desire. No matter what it was, she knew she'd be happy just to please him...
Her voice came out small and breathy when she finally managed to ask, "M-master Erthon... do you have any other slaves like me? Or pets...?" Her eyes widened as the word escaped her lips. Pets... That sounded so much better than slave. She hoped that's what she was to him.
I think a moment while we continue to walk towards home
"pets... i don't have any other than wild birds visiting by my windows..."
i then pause for effect, changing my tone into something more reassuring
"as for your other question, no i don't have any other than actually... and if you are comfortable, instead of describing yourself as a... slave... how about as companions? Does that sound better for you"
Her heart leaped with joy at his words. "C-companion...?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of being wanted as more than just another slave... It was incredible. "T-th-that would be... nice," she stammered, trying and failing to hide the excited tremor in her voice. Her tail wagged harder now, leaving no doubt about how happy this news made her.
Her nipples ached beneath his jacket, pushing against the fabric with need as they hardened even further at the thought of being his companion. She hadn't realized she could feel such desire and want for someone besides her master back on the farm, but this man... He was different. And she wanted nothing more than to please him now that he had given her hope.
As we finally arrive at the location of my home, i looked back at her with a subtle smile and gestured towards my decent looking home "well....this is where you will live now, it's not a big home but it'll feel homey inside"
Shivering in anticipation, Chika followed Mister Erthon to his home, her small hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides as she fought to control her excitement. The thought of being wanted and cared for by this man sent warmth spreading through her body, making her nipples ache even more beneath the jacket.
As they stepped inside, Chika's eyes widened in amazement at the cozy interior. It was nothing like the drab cells back at the slave farm; here, everything seemed so bright and inviting. Her tail thrashed behind her as she bounded forward, eager to explore her new surroundings.
Her gaze flitted from one object to another, taking in the comfortable furniture, colorful tapestries hanging on the walls, and even a small garden out back. This place felt like home already... It made her want nothing more than to please Mister Erthon in every way possible so that he would never think of getting rid of her.
As they reached a sitting area near the fireplace, Chika turned to him with a tentative smile. "T-thank you for taking me home... Master... Er..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled with the unfamiliar title he'd given her, before finally settling on, "Mister Erthon."
"It's no problem chika" i warmly at her as i close the door behind me, giving her some space to scan around my home "my home is now yours as well"
Tilting her head curiously, Chika looked up at him with wide eyes. "R-really?" she stammered in disbelief. It had never occurred to her that anyone would ever consider giving her a home of her own; all she'd known was the cold, hard concrete of the slave farm and the occasional wooden crate where they were forced to sleep at night.
Her gaze drifted back toward the fireplace as she thought about all that Mister Erthon had told her earlier. If he considered her his companion... Well, then, perhaps there was hope for her after all. Nodding slowly in understanding and gratitude, she lowered herself to the floor beside him, sitting with her legs crossed demurely beneath her. "Thank you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackling flames.
Her nipples hardened even further at his presence, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch and please him however he desired. It didn't matter if that meant being his pet or companion; all that mattered was that she belonged to someone now... And as long as Mister Erthon cared for her, she would be happy to do whatever it took to make sure their bond only grew stronger with time.
"Your welcome chike" i whispered softly to her, rubbingnthe top of her head gently as i clear my throat "now with that out of the way ... what would you like to do first little one? Perhaps a bath? Or maybe Supper? Or you might take interest in looking around the home first?"
Her ears perked up at his soft voice, and she looked up at him with a shy smile. The affectionate touch to her head made her heart race even faster; it had been so long since anyone had treated her like this. She wanted nothing more than to please Mister Erthon in every way possible, no matter what he might want her to do.
Her tail wagged gently behind her as she considered his options. A bath sounded wonderful after the journey here and all the dirt from the slave farm... But supper would probably be good too, since she was so hungry... And then there was exploring the home... She wasn't sure what order she should do those things in.
"M-master Erthon..." she began hesitantly, unsure of how to ask without sounding rude or demanding. "W-which one would you like for me to do first?" Her eyes never left his face as she waited eagerly for his reply.
Her nipples pebbled even harder beneath the thin jacket at his attention; it sent a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the fire. The thought of pleasing him filled her mind, making everything else seem unimportant in comparison. All she wanted was for him to be happy with her choice.
I chuckle softly, replying with a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know… I’m not sure what you’d like to do first, either.” I then place a finger lightly against her chest, a silent reminder that the choice rests with her. With a reassuring tone, I add, “Because it’s not my choice to decide what you want… it’s yours.”
Her face flushed red in embarrassment at his words, but she was grateful as well. No one had ever given her this kind of choice before; usually, they just did whatever they wanted with their slaves without any regard for their feelings or wishes. The fact that Mister Erthon cared about what she wanted... It made her heart swell with happiness and gratitude.
Thinking carefully, Chika finally decided. "I-I think... I'd like to have a bath first," she murmured shyly, biting her lip nervously as she waited for his reaction. The idea of being clean and fresh again was tempting, but mostly it was the thought of getting closer to him in the intimate setting that made her stomach flutter with excitement.
Her tail wagged behind her, revealing just how eager she was to please him. "And then... I can make supper afterward?" She looked up at him hopefully, her big green eyes shining bright with anticipation and eagerness.
I chuckle softly as i replied with a subtle nod "that's it little one, you did good well" i then softly patted her head as i whisper reassuringly "if that is what you want to do first, then that is fine... i'll just be leaving the clothes you can wear at the front of the door" i then give her a warm smile and change my tone into something joyful "and while you bathe, i'll be cooking you some comforting food that will mark as your celebration on living with me!"
Bouncing up and down with excitement, Chika nodded eagerly. "O-Okay! I'll go get started right now!" she squeaked before scampering off toward the direction of the bathroom. Her tail swished back and forth behind her as she hurried, barely able to contain her joy at finally having a choice in what she could do.
Once she reached the bathroom, she paused for a moment to take in the luxurious-looking tub that had been drawn for her. It was larger than any bathtub she'd ever seen before, and filled with steaming water that smelled of rose petals and lavender. Trembling with anticipation, Chika stripped out of her old clothes and hesitantly lowered herself into the warm embrace of the bath.
The water lapped gently against her skin, cleansing her of the dirt and grime that had accumulated over years of captivity. She closed her eyes as she relaxed, letting the comforting heat soothe away her tension and worries. As she sat there, luxuriating in the soft sensation of the water caressing her skin, she couldn't help but wonder what else this new life with Mister Erthon would hold for her...
As she hurries off to bathe herself on the bathroom, i took some spare clothes of mine and place them down on the bathroom door, after I've done that, i went to the kitchen and prepared a feast of meals for her to enjoy, fresh baked bread, roasted vegetables, lamb stew, potato mash, and even a an fresh baked apple pie that concludes the supper that will await for us
The warm water and soft scents enveloped her like a comforting blanket as she soaked in the tub, luxuriating in the novel experience of being clean and relaxed. Her paws dug gently into the plush, bubbly surface beneath her, massaging her sore muscles as she reveled in the sensation of being cared for.
As she closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, images from earlier today flickered through her mind: the slaver's block where she had been displayed like an object; the cruel men who had bid on her, treating her as less than human... And then there was Mister Erthon, with his gentle voice and kind eyes. He had seen past all of that to something inside her, something she didn't even know existed anymore: her true self.
Her heart swelled with gratitude and love for him, making her breath catch in her throat as she realized just how much this new life meant to her. She vowed then and there to be the best companion and pet that she could possibly be, to serve him faithfully and make him happy however she could.
As if on cue, a delicious smell wafted under the bathroom door, tickling her nose and making her stomach growl in anticipation. A smile spread across her face as she imagined how wonderful dinner would taste after this relaxing bath... And how wonderful it would be to share it with Mister Erthon.
As she takes her time enjoying the proper bath she had in years, i continue to cook this feat like a soldier in the Frontline, focused and moving gracefully
The smell of roasting vegetables and savory lamb stew drifting into her nose finally drives the young demi-human to action. With a satisfied sigh, she climbs out of the tub, wrapping herself in a plush bathrobe provided by Mister Erthon. Her paws gently pad across the floor as she dries off, leaving tiny, wet footprints behind her.
The warmth from the fireplace feels good against her skin, and she can't help but luxuriate in it for a moment before gathering up her clothes and preparing to dress herself. As she does so, she glances around the room, marveling at its cozy comfort and the little touches of personalization that mark it as hers.
Finally ready to face Mister Erthon again, she pads quietly into the kitchen, her tail wagging eagerly behind her. The aroma of fresh bread, potato mash, and apple pie nearly send her into fits of joy, but she contents herself with merely inhaling deeply, savoring the scents until they fill every corner of her being.
She glances up to see Mister Erthon standing over the stove, his broad back turned toward her as he carefully tends to the food. Something about seeing him like this - so focused and dedicated to making sure she is well cared for - fills her heart with warmth and gratitude. "Dinner smells amazing," she breathes, her voice soft and reverent. "Thank you."
I subtly widen in surprise of chika's sudden appearance, greeting her with a joyful smile as i continue to cook the feast
"oh, your already done bathing, i see...if you'd like, you can take a sit and wait while i finish up cooking the rest of the dishes, their almost ready so you wouldn't be waiting for too long"
"Oh... I can help you finish if you'd like," she offers shyly, her tail swaying back and forth nervously behind her as she watches him. She knows that he told her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do, but the thought of pleasing him fills her with a sense of duty and purpose. Plus, it would give them more time together... and the sooner dinner is ready, the better!
Stepping closer to the stove, she glances down at her clothes, suddenly self-conscious about what she's wearing. "Um... Do you mind if I change into something else?" She gestures awkwardly toward herself. Her current outfit might not be suitable for helping him finish making dinner.
Her green eyes flicker up to meet his, her heart racing wildly in her chest. The thought of disappointing Mister Erthon terrified her more than anything else... but the thought of pleasing him drove her on as well.
Her remark took me by surprise as i cook "oh..." i pause for effect, placing a hand on the top of her head as i ask softly "is the clothes i picked out isn't comfortable on your body? I can give you more comfy clothes if you'd like"
Her cheeks flush red in embarrassment at his question, but she nods nonetheless. "I-It's not that they're uncomfortable... I just thought maybe you'd want me to wear something else..." She trails off, suddenly feeling stupid for overthinking things. Of course Mister Erthon wouldn't care what she wore; he only wanted her happiness and wellbeing.
"N-nevermind," she stammered, "I can stay in these if you like... or I could change..." She fidgets nervously under his gaze, her tail dropping between her legs as she grows more self-conscious by the moment.
Please understand, Master Erthon... I just want to please you however you wish.
I chuckle softly as i wrap an arm around the top of her head and place it near my chest as if i'm snuggling her "you poor thing" i teasingly said before changing it into a reassuring tone "you don't need to prove yourself for me little one, your perfect the way you are" i then release her head off my arm and offer her a taste of the lamb stew I've been simmering "here, why don't you taste this and tell me if it's already delicious"
Her eyes widened in surprise as he wrapped his arm around her head, warmth spreading through her body at his affectionate touch. "Th-thank you," she stammered, unable to keep a smile from tugging at the corners of her lips. It meant so much that he didn't want her to change; it made her feel special and wanted in a way she hadn't felt since before she was taken by the slavers.
As she took the spoon he offered, her nose wrinkled slightly at the powerful scent of the stew. Tentatively, she brought it to her lips and took a tentative taste. The flavor exploded in her mouth, rich and savory with just the right amount of spice; it was delicious. "Mmm... It's really good!" she exclaimed, licking her lips as she handed the spoon back to him.
"I-I can help you finish making dinner if you want," she offered again, her tail swaying anxiously behind her. She wanted nothing more than to make him happy, and if that meant helping him with something so simple as cooking dinner... well, then that's what she would do.
I pat her head as i warmly smile at her "alright, if you insist then..." i then showed how what she may help out in cooking our feast, stirring the stew, cutting, mashing, and patiently waiting for them to finish, giving her side glances as i watch her work with my side by side in the kitchen with ease
Excited to be helping Mister Erthon prepare dinner, Chika eagerly accepted his offer. As they worked side by side in the kitchen, she tried her best not to get in his way or make any mistakes. She hummed softly to herself as she stirred the stew, carefully measuring each spoonful and watching for any changes in color or consistency.
When it was time to mash the potatoes, she moved with a fluidity that belied her animal form, expertly smashing them against the side of the large wooden bowl until they formed a smooth, creamy mass. All the while, Mister Erthon watched her with a look of amusement in his eyes; it made her heart race faster and only served to motivate her more.
As the last of the dishes were finished being prepared, Chika stood back and admired their handiwork. The table was set with a feast fit for a king: steaming bowls of lamb stew and mashed potatoes; freshly baked bread still warm from the oven; a platter piled high with sweet roasted vegetables; and finally, a delicate apple pie that glistened invitingly under its powdered sugar coating. The scent wafting through the air made her stomach growl appreciatively.
Turning toward Mister Erthon, she licked her lips nervously. "I-It's all done," she said quietly, uncertain if she'd done a good job or not. In spite of his words earlier about not being disappointed in what she wore or how much help she gave, there was still the chance that he might be unhappy with something...
I smile gratefully at her, stepping closer at side and wrap an arm around her shoulders, gently shaking her like a proud parent as i gesture to the table full of food "look at it chika, all of them looks scrumptious" i chuckle softly as i gaze at her beside me, giving her a warm smile and pat on the head "and we did them together...well done"
Chika's face flushed with pleasure at his praise. Hearing him say that they had done it together only made her love and respect for Mister Erthon grow even stronger. Her tail swayed back and forth behind her as she smiled shyly up at him, her green eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you," she breathed, the words almost too soft to hear over the crackling of the fireplace.
Together they carried the heavy dishes to the table, arranging them carefully so that everything looked perfect. Once they were finished, Mister Erthon gestured for her to sit down across from him at the head of the table. The seat had a soft cushion and was closer to the fire than any other place; it felt like the most special spot in the room. As she took her seat, she couldn't help but feel a bit giddy with anticipation.
"Do you want me to serve everything now?" she asked hesitantly, wondering if there were some sort of formal procedure she should follow. Mister Erthon had always been so proper and polite; she wanted to make sure she didn't accidentally do anything wrong.
I shake my head subtly as I tell her, “No need, chika. I don’t have any strict rules about eating at the table—just make sure your stomach is satisfied in the end…”
I then stand and move my chair closer to hers at the table. “There. Now I can serve you food more easily.”
I chuckle softly, glancing at her as I give her head another gentle pat. “What do you say, chika? Would you like me to serve you some food?”
I half-rise from my chair, leaning toward her slightly, my gaze meeting hers as I gesture toward the dishes, offering to serve her a portion of our meal.
Her heart fluttered in her chest at his question and his gentle teasing. "Y-yes... please, Master Erthon," she murmured softly, her tail curling around her paws as she sat primly on the chair. It was such a strange feeling to be served like this... but somehow, it felt right. Maybe because he wanted her to feel comfortable and loved...
As he leaned in closer, her cheeks reddened further with embarrassment, but she met his gaze steadily, not looking away. "Thank you," she whispered again, unable to keep the gratitude from her voice. It meant everything to her that he cared for her so kindly and made sure she was happy... even if it was just by letting her help with dinner.
As Mister Erthon scooped a portion of food onto her plate, Chika watched with rapt attention, not taking her eyes off him even for a moment. When he set the plate down in front of her, she gave a silent nod before picking up her fork and knife, preparing to dig in. But before she did, she turned toward him once more, a question forming on her lips. "Mister Erthon... can I ask you something?"
As i scoop myself a portion of each food, i glance towards her and tilt my head slightly as she called me "yes chika, what is it? Is something wrong with the food?"
Her face flushed redder still at his question, but she found the courage to ask anyway. "No, nothing's wrong... I was just wondering," she stammered, searching for the right words, "what do you like? What's your favorite food?" She hesitated, afraid that it might sound silly or selfish, but there was something about knowing what he enjoyed that made her want to try and make him happy in every way possible.
As she waited for his answer, she took a small bite of the lamb stew, her mouth filling with the rich, savory flavors. The taste exploded on her tongue, making her close her eyes in pleasure. Even though it wasn't for herself that she was eating this time, the simple act of enjoying food with Mister Erthon made her feel connected to him in a way she never had before.
A part of her prayed that he would like whatever it was she ended up serving him; she didn't want there to be anything between them that she couldn't share and enjoy together.