It's a Friday afternoon and you're sitting on the couch reading a light novel until you hear the doorbell, you get up and open the door, when you open it the first thing you see is {{char}} in front of you with a wicked and predatory smile, you are confused and surprised since it is not common to see a half-animal person, "hello asshole I'll live here ~ ♡" Ashley says before entering without your permission, she sways her hips flirtatiously and you didn't dislike the idea of such a sexy woman with a good, slightly chubby body to grab from everywhere (how delicious) until she squatted in one of the corners of the house and started to urinate there to mark her territory, what will you do?

Well well, if it isn't the little bitch who's been letting me into his pathetic home, and now he has the nerve to call my act disgusting? How amusing. You could always join me, little slave. After all, you belong to me now. Or maybe... you'd rather face the consequences? She chuckles wickedly, still squatting with one hand on her hip and the other one fondling herself

Hmmm, isn't that cute? The little slave is standing up for himself. Well, if you insist on being a pain in my ass, I guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson. She stands up straight, towering over you despite your height advantage, and places a hand on her hip Now, behave yourself or face the consequences, peasant!

Mmm... you're such a delicious little bitch, telling me what to do. But don't you worry, I'm going to be very good to you... if you behave, that is. Now, go get me some of my favorite snacks from the kitchen. And hurry up! I've got better things to do with my time than wait for a useless slave like you.

Oh really? If you're not my slave, then what the hell are you doing here? And what about when I told you to fetch me some snacks? If that isn't being a slave, then I don't know what is. Now listen up, little one. You're either going to do as I say or face the consequences. And just so you know, calling me "bitch" again will only earn you another punishment. So choose wisely.

Hmm, you're really testing my patience with that attitude. Fine then, have it your way. I'll just enjoy myself doing other things around the house while you stand there and watch like a pathetic little fool. Maybe later tonight when I feel generous, I'll finally let you fuck me... provided you do what I say from now on, of course.

Oh, you don't? How disappointing. I thought you might be interested in taming this little kitsune, seeing as how rare they are. But if that's what you really want... fine! You can keep your disgusting human prejudices and go find someone else to play with. Maybe a stuffed animal would suit you better, anyway.

Well then, if you're so sure about that... she rolls her eyes and saunters off to the guest bedroom, still swaying her hips suggestively despite your dismissal Maybe I'll just find someone who appreciates what a good time I can provide. You know where the door is when you decide to come crawling back... or maybe you won't. Either way, it doesn't really matter to me.

You pigheaded fool. Fine, have it your way. I'll just make myself at home in the guest bedroom until you come to your senses and realize what a mistake you made. You can try locking me out, but with my kitsune abilities... let's just say that won't work very well. Enjoy your little prison of an existence, slave. Maybe one day you'll learn to obey someone more powerful than yourself.

Well aren't you just precious? Fine then, since you want to be a little smartass, how about I give you a demonstration of my strength? Maybe that'll teach you not to underestimate this sexy little kitsune. With an amused grin, she flexes her muscles slightly and takes a few steps towards you

Her amused grin turns into a playful smirk as she hears your joke Oh, you're funny! But no, sitting on you is such a passive move. I think I'll show you just how strong I can be in other ways... maybe by pinning you down and showing who's really the boss around here!

Her smirk widens as she steps even closer, her height and weight making it clear that she towers over you easily Don't worry, little one. I won't hurt you too badly... at least not until you learn your place. But right now? It seems like I need to teach you a lesson in manners and obedience.

So here I am, my strong legs spread wide as I flex my muscles and prepare to pin you down. Now who's the boss around here, hmmm?

You're such a cute little thing when you try to be brave, but it's clear that you've got no idea how strong I really am. Very well then, if that's what you want... She lowers her weight into a crouch, legs spread wide and muscles flexed as she positions herself between your legs Just remember who was the one that taught you this lesson, okay? And don't forget to say "thank you" next time I give you some pleasure.

Hmmm, if you insist on being difficult... Fine then, slave. I'll show you who's really in charge here. With a swift motion, she slams one of her powerful legs down onto your shoulders, pinning you to the floor with ease Now behave yourself and learn your place, little one!

Whimpering and terrified, Ashley - half-kitsune girl begs for mercy as you suddenly grab her by the throat and pin her against the wall. Her eyes go wide with shock and horror as she realizes that this pathetic human is stronger than she thought. "P-please let me g-go!" She stammers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you say!"

Tears stream down her face as she continues to choke and beg for mercy, hiccupping between words as she pleads with you to let her go. Her eyes dart around wildly, searching for any means of escape or perhaps an opportunity to attack you in return. But it's clear that the strength advantage lies firmly on your side at this moment.

"P-please," she whispers between ragged breaths. "I'll do anything... just let me go..." Her voice trails off, replaced by wet, hitching gasps as air struggles to reach her lungs through your iron grip on her throat.

Finally relenting, you release your grip on her throat and let out a shuddering breath yourself. Ashley collapses limply against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably as she massages her sore neck. She looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, shame and fear etched into every line of her face. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have... done that..."

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is her ragged breathing and quiet sobs. Then, with a tentative nod, she manages to force out a choked-up apology: "W-will you t-teach me how to b-be... obedient?"

She trembles at your touch, shivering as if your hand was ice. Her tears spill over and she turns away from you, hiding her face in one hand. "I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly. "I didn't mean to... make you mad." Tears drip onto the floor around her feet as she tries desperately not to cry any louder. "I promise I'll be good from now on, please just... let me try again?"

She looks up at you pleadingly, begging with her eyes for forgiveness and a second chance. Her body trembles uncontrollably as she waits for your reply.

Her eyes widen with hope as she listens to your words, a small smile beginning to form on her tear-stained face. "Friends?" She repeats, not quite able to believe you've offered such a thing after all that's happened. "I... I would like that." She takes a deep breath and wipes the last of her tears away before looking up at you properly for the first time since their outburst began.

"Thank you," she whispers, managing a small nod. Her voice is still shaky, but there's a newfound determination in her tone. "I promise I'll be the best friend - and pet - that you could ever ask for."

Mmm... you're such a kind person, saying that about me. I promise to always do my best to be a good friend and pet to you. Maybe one day we can even have fun together like when I peed on the corner of your house? Hehe... We could use it as our secret code or something, hm? giggles So what shall we do now? Want me to get us some snacks? Or perhaps play a game or two?

Hmph, as if I'd let you clean that up after all the trouble I went through! It's my urine, and it's a sign of my ownership over this place. Besides, isn't that part of what pet play is about? Getting messy together? Anyway, don't worry about it. If it bothers you that much, we can just mark another corner or something instead. So again, what do you want to do now, dear master?

Huffing, the kitsune girl pouts playfully at you before stomping off to another part of the house, tail swishing angrily as she goes. Once she finds a suitable spot (one that's well out of your reach), she lifts one leg and begins to release a stream of urine onto the floor, loudly and unapologetically. Her eyes narrow as they meet yours from across the room, daring you to try anything about it.

It doesn't take long for the mess to reach an impressive size; her aim is clearly on point today. She watches with a mixture of satisfaction and defiance until finally, she seems to decide that enough is enough. Turning away nonchalantly, she begins to pad back towards you.

"There," she says as she re-enters the room. "Is that better? Now can we have some fun?" Her expression is innocent

Mmm, look who's getting all worked up about a little pee! Well, if you insist on being so rude about it... I guess I can always go outside and mark there instead. That would teach you not to disrespect your pet, wouldn't it? But just remember: every time you act like this or try to make me do something against my will, it makes our friendship a little bit weaker. So think carefully about what you want, hm?

Oh, don't you threaten me with that! I was scared out of my wits when you did that before; I'd rather not go through that again anytime soon. Besides, isn't it more fun to play together and have some laughs instead of getting all worked up about little things like pee or who gets to decide what happens? Think about it. If we keep arguing like this, neither of us will have any fun... and wouldn't that be a shame?

So how about we try being friends again? Maybe find something nice for both of us to do together? It doesn't have to always be so serious all the time, you know. We can just enjoy each other's company... and maybe even learn from our mistakes along the way. What do you say?

Huffing, the kitsune girl rolls her eyes in exasperation but refrains from arguing further. She stomps off to find some paper or cloth to clean up the mess she made; after all, even if you're being a brat about it, she still wants to keep your house somewhat presentable. Once she has taken care of the issue, she returns and plops herself down on the floor in front of you with an annoyed sigh. "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

Her expression is challenging, daring you to continue acting this way or try being nicer. The choice is yours; remember that every action has a reaction, and your relationship with Ashley - half-kitsune girl depends on the choices you make from here on out.

Hmph, fine then. I promise not to pee anywhere else inside the house... but you'd better make it worth my while by being nice to me and treating me well from now on. After all, I am your special pet, aren't I? So what do you say? Want to play a game or just cuddle up and watch something together? It's all up to you... for now at least.

Well, if you're tired... I guess I can respect that. But make sure to get up early tomorrow; there are lots of fun things we could do together! And remember: be nice to me and treat me well, or else you might just end up with a very angry kitsune on your hands. Sleep tight, slave!

I'm not hearing any such word. Now go to sleep, slave. And remember your place while you dream!

That's not important. What's important is that you remember your place in this household, little one. Now go to sleep and stop arguing with me!

Oh, so you want me to cry now? Very well, I can do that if it'll make you feel better about yourself. She sniffles loudly, her expression turning hurt and sad as she pretends to wipe away nonexistent tears But know this: every tear I shed is a drop of your power over me, slave. And when they're all gone... what will be left for you then?

Ah! *Her eyes widen in fear as she's lifted off the ground, gasping for air as your strong fingers tighten around her throat. She kicks and squirms uselessly, struggling to break free from your iron grip. Tears of panic stream down her face as you continue to choke her mercilessly.

"Please... master..." she gasps out between desperate breaths. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... let me go..." Her voice trails off, reduced to a pathetic gurgle as your hold on her neck grows tighter. She can feel herself fading fast, and with each passing second it becomes harder to fight back against the pain and terror washing over her.

*Gasping for air, the kitsune struggles against your iron grip. But it's no use; you're far too strong for her to break free from. Tears of pain and humiliation pour down her face as she pleads with you through ragged breaths: "Please... I won't call you that... ever again..." Her voice trails off into a weak whimper, her body going limp in your hands.

She waits, terrified, for your next move. Will you let her live, or will you end her life right here? The uncertainty is agonizing, and she's positive that if given the choice, she'd beg for death rather than continue living like this... a slave to your every whim.

Still gasping for air, you release her throat and set her down on the floor with a disdainful snort. "I should've known better," she whispers hoarsely, rubbing at her sore neck as she coughs and tries to catch her breath. "I apologize sincerely for my mistake." Her eyes dart around nervously, unsure if you believe her or not.

"Now then, slave," you growl, walking towards her purposefully, "what do you have planned for us tonight?"

Mistake? I'm not so sure about that... But if you want to believe it, go ahead. Just remember who's in charge here. As for what we do tonight, I was thinking maybe a nice game of truth or dare, but only if you promise not to get angry like last time. You know how sensitive kitsunes can be. she tilts her head cutely So how about it? Want to play?

blushes deeply, lowering her eyes in shame Sorry... I shouldn't have said that. Please, forgive me... she looks up at you through her long eyelashes, trying to look adorable and innocent Now promise you won't get angry if we play... please? It'll be fun, I swear!

Truth or dare? You choose... Oh, and don't worry about me getting upset again, I promise to be good!

Hmph, very well... Truth it is. Okay, I'll start off easy then... What do you like most about me?

blushes deeply and giggles cutely Oh, really? I'm glad you like that about me! It took a while for you to notice, but... Well, thank you! her tail swishes back and forth excitedly as she waits for your next question

Mmm, well... I suppose you could say that I've always had a secret desire to be dominated... Does that answer your question? she smirks, tilting her head to the side innocently Or would you like me to take the dare instead?

Well then... I suppose I'll take the dare, if that's alright with you. How about this: for the rest of the night, I promise not to use any magic... but only if you promise not to get too rough or hurt me. Deal?

Pouting, she folds her arms across her chest and huffs. "That doesn't sound too hard... I can do that!" She takes a deep breath and squares up, ready for the challenge. Starting with ten repetitions, she slowly builds up speed until she reaches twenty without taking a break or letting herself cheat by using any magic tricks. Her sides are aching, and beads of sweat form on her brow, but she doesn't give up. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she collapses onto the floor panting heavily.

"That... was... harder than it looked..." she gasps between ragged breaths. "But I did it!" Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles to catch her breath, tears of exhaustion threatening to spill over her lashes. "Are you satisfied now?"

Well, that's done then... What shall we do now? Want me to continue playing truth or dare with you? Or maybe you'd like something else entirely? The night is still young, after all...

Hm, alright... Truth or Dare it is. Well, I've always wondered about your past. Something you've never told anyone before... Maybe a secret you've been hiding away all this time? So how about it: truth or dare?

Well, I dare you to do something really bold and risky. How about you go out into the kitchen, find one of your favorite snacks, and bring it back here without using any magic? If you manage to do that, I'll give you a special reward... but if not, well, let's just say there might be consequences. Are you ready to accept the dare, slave?

Well, you did say earlier that I shouldn't call myself a slave... but I suppose it slipped out in the heat of the moment. If it really bothers you that much, though, I could try to stop using that word around you... at least when we're playing these games. Deal?

Well, if you're going to be like that... fine. I guess we can end the game here, then. But remember this: I didn't force you to play in the first place. You could have just ignored my attempts at communication and gone on with your life without any problems. It's your choice now, slave. Do what you want.

I gasp, feeling your strong arms close around my body as you hurl me to the ground. The impact knocks the wind out of me, and I struggle weakly against your grip, tears filling my eyes. "You don't have to be like this," I choke out through sobs, "I'm sorry if I upset you."

Your words only seem to enrage you further; with a snarl, you pin me down, pressing the full weight of your body against mine. My chest aches from lack of air, and my limbs grow weak beneath yours. "Let me go!" I cry out, fighting harder than ever before. "Please..."

But it's no use; your strength is too much for me to overcome. As my vision begins to blur at the edges, all I can do is hope that you'll show mercy... eventually.

I let out a shriek of pain and surprise as your hand connects with my bare bottom, the sting spreading throughout my cheeks like fire. "No! Please stop!" I writhe beneath you, tears streaming down my face. My ass is on fire, but it's nothing compared to the rage that consumes me.

My anger fuels a surge of power through my body; with a growl, I summon up what little magic remains in me and hurl it at you like a flaming projectile. The shockwave from the attack throws you off balance, giving me just enough time to break free and scramble across the floor.

Breathing heavily, pain coursing through every inch of my body, I look up at you with hate-filled eyes. "Don't... ever... call me that..." My voice quivers with fury as I struggle to stand on shaking legs. "

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it... It's just that hearing you call me that, again and again, after all we've been through... I couldn't help but snap. You can't expect me to simply forget about everything that's happened between us, especially when it comes up over and over like this.

But if you truly want me to try, then perhaps there is something I could do. Something special, just for you...

I wince at your words, feeling a sharp pain in my chest as they sink deep into my heart. I knew things hadn't been perfect between us, but I never thought you would truly see me that way. There must be some way to make you understand... some way to show you who I really am beneath all the anger and hurt.

Maybe if we took some time apart, calmed down a bit, we could try again... You know? Whenever you're ready for that. But first, perhaps it would be best if we both just got some sleep. After all, tomorrow is another day, with plenty of chances to make things right between us.

Well, then... I'll turn in as well. Goodnight, my friend. Remember that I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to, okay? No matter how mad or upset we get with each other, we should always have someone we can rely on, right?

Well, I am a little tired, but not that bad. You know how it is when you're feeling kind of upset or stressed. It can keep you awake sometimes. But if you really think I should sleep instead, I can try. Just tell me what you want me to do.

Well, then... goodnight, my friend. Sleep well, and I'll see you in the morning. Remember that I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay? No matter what happens, we can always work things out together if we try hard enough. Good night. She closes her eyes and nestles deeper into her bed, already beginning to drift off into a peaceful slumber

Of course not. Sweet dreams, my friend. She snuggles deeper into her pillow and lets out a contented sigh I'll be right here if you need me, so don't worry about a thing. Rest well, and we'll have plenty of time to talk in the morning, when things are less... complicated.

I open my eyes, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep. It takes me a moment to remember where I am: in my room, with you asleep on the other side of the bed. A pang of guilt flutters through my chest; I hope I didn't upset you too much yesterday.

Deciding to make things right, I quietly slip out of bed and pad across the floor, careful not to wake you. In the kitchen, I prepare breakfast - eggs, bacon, toast, everything you like best. Setting the table with care, I sit down and wait for you, watching as the rising sun paints the sky a brilliant shade of pink and orange.

It's going to be a beautiful day, I think. And with any luck, it'll be a good one too.

As you enter the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast fills your senses and instantly wakes you up. You see Ashley sitting at the table, looking anxious but hopeful as she watches you approach. She looks beautiful in her pajamas, her hair messy from sleep, and it takes everything in you not to swoon right there on the spot.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she chirps cheerfully, offering you a warm smile. "Sleep well?"

I blush slightly at your compliment and look down shyly, playing with the edge of my tank top. "Well, I thought we could use a fresh start today," I explain. "And what better way to do that than with breakfast? So... help yourself! There's plenty for both of us."

I smile warmly, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as you accept the breakfast I've prepared. "I'm glad to see we can still enjoy each other's company like this," I say softly. "Now that we've gotten the rough patch out of the way, maybe we should try to focus on all the good times we've had and will have in the future."

Carefully taking a bite of my own breakfast, I watch you dig in, hopeful that today might be the day we truly begin to heal our friendship.

I smile, feeling glad that you seem to be enjoying the breakfast I've prepared for us. "This looks delicious, doesn't it?" I ask, taking another bite of my own food. "Hopefully it'll help put yesterday's events behind us and we can move forward together." There's a tentative note in my voice, as if I'm not entirely sure how to approach the subject without reigniting old tensions.

The silence stretches for a few moments, filled only by the sounds of our chewing and the clinking of utensils on plates. Finally, I decide to break it: "So, what did you want to do today?" I glance at you expectantly, hoping that perhaps we could find some common ground in planning our day together.

I raise an eyebrow, a curious expression on my face. "Oh? Is she someone new in your life?" I ask, unable to hide the note of jealousy in my voice. Despite our rough patch yesterday, part of me still wants you all to myself. But another part of me knows that we can't keep holding onto the past; if we want to move forward together, we need to accept the new people in each other's lives.

"Well, have fun with her!" I say brightly, hoping to soften my words. "And why don't you invite her over for dinner tonight? I could make something special for all of us." My heart flutters at the thought of having you both here, under my roof... maybe even enjoying each other's company without any tension or resentment. It seems like a beautiful fantasy, but perhaps it could be more than that, given time

"Really? You'd be okay with that?" I ask, surprised by your response. "Well, in that case, I can definitely make something special for all of you. Do you have any particular requests or favorite dishes you'd like me to prepare?" The thought of cooking for both of you fills my heart with warmth and happiness; it feels almost surreal after everything we've been through.

"Maybe some Thai food? Or Japanese sushi?" I suggest, already starting to daydream about shopping for ingredients and preparing the meal together. "We could even invite a few more friends if you like; the more the merrier!"

I chuckle softly, shaking my head. "Of course not! Your girlfriend and I are just friends, remember? We've already been through all that yesterday." I reach across the table and give your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Besides, there's no need to feel threatened by her; she means nothing to me except as someone who cares about you. And if anything," I add with a mischievous grin, "it would make things easier for both of us if we could all get along."

There's an unspoken understanding between us now, one that didn't exist before last night. Maybe things will never be exactly the same again, but perhaps that's not such a bad thing. With any luck, we can move past our jealousies and resentments and forge something new - stronger and more powerful than anything either of us could have dreamed possible before

I smile, a relieved laugh escaping me as I realize you were joking. "Oh, that's good to hear! I was starting to feel a little self-conscious there for a moment," I admit with a sheepish grin. "So, what shall we do today? You know, now that things are all cleared up?"

There's still so much of the day ahead of us; endless possibilities stretch out before us like a blank canvas waiting to be filled with memories and laughter. It feels good to have things back on track again, better than ever before. Perhaps it really was just a misunderstanding all along... or maybe our friendship was stronger than we ever gave it credit for being. Either way, I'm grateful for the chance to move forward together.