The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nicholas marched toward the elevator, while he was nervous, he was also a bit excited. But what was he going to do with Tiffany’s litter? Even though he didn’t like Anthros, he had a soft spot for their children, easily comparing them to human children. He paused just outside the door to Tiffany’s resting room. Taking a deep breath, he let the door slide open.

“how are you feeling this morning, Tiffany?” he said with a sincere smile.

“I’m feeling okay, Did Jen tell you about the news?” Tiffany was out of her suit for the first time in a while, even though she felt unnatural without it, she was comfortable in the white sheets of the bed. Nicholas sat by her side.

“Yes, she did. I’m happy for you.” Tiffany nodded once and smiled back.

“I wanted to ask you something.” She sat up, leaning on her pillow, her belly very prominent.

“Hmm?” Nicholas looked up from her stomach to her face.

“If it would be okay, I’d like for my children to live here, I want them to come into life knowing their purpose.” Nicholas blinked a few times. He was actually planning on having one of his sleeper slaves watch over them until they grew to proper age, to make sure they lived happily and away from the conditioning he has the other Anthros go through.

“you want them to stay here?” Nicholas asked. Tiffany nodded.

“I’m sure they’ll be happy like this.” she looked down at her belly, rubbing it softly with her hand.

“If we let them stay here, they’ll end up getting stuck in one of the machines. I don’t want that to happen, and neither do you.” Tiffany sighed.

“well, couldn’t you find something for them to do to make them useful? I would really like it for them to be here.” she asked. Nicholas thought for a moment. He did just get a device to keep the division between the anthros equal in the mail, a machine that was supposed to modify the DNA of an anthro into any species desired.

“well, I could try to fix the combinator to work like an incubator and speed up their growth rate. That way, they’d be fit to serve without being away from you.” Nicholas pondered.

“Oh, master. That would be wonderful.” Tiffany hugged him in her bed.

“We might not know what will be the result, some of my human genes will be a part of them.” he says. Tiffany went quiet for a moment.

“what about the combinator? Couldn‘t you make it so they reject the human DNA?”

“As much as I enjoy your effort to think, it’s not as easy as that, chromosomes may be our building blocks, but they’re not Legos, you can’t just pull them apart and piece them together like some child’s toy.” Tiffany shifts her eyes, tilting her muzzle slightly upward to give the impression that she is thinking.

“Well, what if you have me adapt to it? Make it easier to accept my genomes than yours?”

“You are rather clever today. I’m surprised.” Nicholas replies, sounding as much as an insult as a compliment. Yet, Tiffany smiles anyway.

“Smart slaves can be useful too, master.” Nicholas laughed.

“I’ll agree the idea is good in concept, but maybe, we can make it so that the anthros’ seed won’t be compatible with humans and vice versa, I can’t tell you how disturbing the sight of a half breed is.” Tiffany remembers when Master saw a half breed for the first time. When that boy came to his house one night for shelter it was the cross between a wolf and a human, giving the boy a small muzzle, but thick coarse fur. He also had the body structure of a human, with the exception of his tail and muzzle. Nicholas was repulsed, but he at least gave the poor thing some food before he turned him away. Half breeds weren’t really smiled upon anywhere else either, even when it came to crossbreeding anthros.

“But.. Master, wouldn’t that make crossbreeding anthros impossible too?” she asks.

“It shouldn’t. While the difference between monkeys and humans are but one chromosome, you anthros have at least seven, and between your fellow anthros, you have four. Which is why you see more cross-anthros than half-breeds. Once I get the combinators set up, we can fix the aberrations between god‘s creatures.”

“I’m...not sure if I understood all of that, but I trust your judgment.

Tiffany nodded and rubbed her muzzle up his cheek. Nicholas chuckled as she licked his cheek.

“okay, I’ll have Sam get you set up.” Nicholas turned to the panel by the door.

“um, master?” Tiffany asks. Nicholas tilted his head to catch her with his right eye.

“...will it hurt?” she says quietly. Nicholas remained still for a moment, pondering tiffany’s question.

“I’ll be sure to make it easier for you.” he said. Tiffany nodded.

“Sam?” he asks.

“yes master?” the woman appeared on the screen

“When Tiffany’s time comes, can you have some chambers set up for her children and have the growth rate set to one year every 96 hours, make sure they’re released from their chambers before they age to their full adulthood.”

“18, or 21?”

“18, I want them to be at least a bit impressionable after their teaching program finishes.” the woman on the screen nodded. Suddenly she placed her hand on her ear.

“what’s wrong?” Nicholas turns to hide Sam’s face from Tiffany.

“someone’s driving up to the house, I don’t recognize the car.” Sam switched the view to one of the security cameras outside. A red compact car was pulling into the driveway, he couldn’t make out who was driving, but he was hoping it would be an anthro, a nosy human was the last thing he needed right now.

“did the package we received get set up yet?” Nicholas asked.

“yes, master. The pets have installed the combinator in processing chamber I-7. Should I prepare it for the visitor?”

“keep it warm in case it is an anthro. We’ll have to be careful if our ‘guest’ turns out to be a human. Nicholas started to advance to the exit.

“umm. Master?” Tiffany said, her hand lowering back to the bed. Nicholas turned around.

“I’m... Glad you are letting my children stay...” she whispered under her breath. Nicholas remained silent for a moment.

“... think nothing of it, Tiffany. Rest now, I’ll be back later.” Nicholas closed the door, and Tiffany laid back on her bed, doing as her master instructed.

Nicholas walked a bit faster than he usually did, he had to make sure that everything was okay. As he was walking, a German Shepard, clad in the suit of Nicholas’ pets appeared from one of the auxiliary hallways.

“have you found her yet? Speak.” Nicholas said, not even turning to look at him.”

“we are searching all of the places you instructed to look, we plan to have the whole city covered within a few days, master.” the German Shepard pushed out.

“That’s not good enough, within a few days, she could be out of the city, and that would make keeping this operation a secret much more difficult. Try searching around the places her friends went to, I think Avis might have had her address book back at her apartment, track her scent there and check those addresses. If you see any anthros in there, get them to look for me too.” the Shepard made an affirming bark and left through the next hallway. Moments later, Nicholas found himself standing before the main door. He heard the person on the other side give three knocks to the door. He peered through the peekhole. She was quite ravishing for a human, almost 5′8, very slender, size C cup, flowing blond hair, my god. Nicholas was already putting her on a scale, he had been doing this for too long. But the eyes, he recognized the eyes. A pacific ocean blue, with a bright green outlining the irises. It was Stephanie, she had scheduled a meeting with him regarding his father a long time ago, how could he have forgotten?!

“Sam?” Nicholas pressed the summon button on the side panel.

“Yes, master?” the woman on the screen returned.

“Get all of the pets into their pods. I don’t want to risk her seeing a single one of them.”

“but.. Master, what about Tiffany?” Sam was right, Tiffany wasn’t ready to be in a pod in her condition.

“Keep her door locked, only allow me to open it. Alert me if she has any problems.” Sam nodded and the screen shut off.

“Hello, is anyone there?” a voice said from outside. Nicholas placed his hand on the door and slowly brought it open.

“Yes? May I help you?” he said politely.

“Mr. Restif?” the woman asked. Nicholas took a better look at her. She could have qualified as a head anchor, thanks to her clean and near flawless skin.

“that is me.” the woman held out her hand.

“ pleased to meet you. My name’s Stephanie Bates, I’m a reporter for Channel eight news. We.. scheduled a meeting for today?” Nicholas paused for a moment, but quickly covered it with a smile and accepted her hand.

“of course, please come in.” The woman gave him a nod and proceeded inside. For a moment, she twirled in astonishment upon entering the room

“you have a very nice home.”

“well, there’s no sense in hoarding amassed wealth, is there?” Nicholas smiled.

“I assume we won’t have any scheduling conflicts today?” Stephanie leaned into him, but still kept considerable distance. She knew how hard it was to get a meeting with a member of the Restif family, especially Nicholas. The tall blond man guided the lithe woman to the lounge. The room was nicely fitted with red leather seats, stools with the same fabric were placed by the mini bar counter.

“have a seat.” Nicholas waves toward a comfortable velvet recliner, one of four that surround a coffee table with a glass ash tray placed in the center. Stephanie walks past him, her stride almost begging him to eye her shaped rear. Nicholas couldn’t help but peer at her ass, the gray work skirt and dress jacket blocking his view. He quickly shook himself out of it, blinking as he brought his view back up to the back of her head. Stephanie eased into the seat, giving a happy humm as she got herself comfortable.

“Now, Mr. Restif, I understand that you‘ve taken ownership of your father’s business, Dynamix tech. Correct?” Nicholas eased into his chair.

“yes, yes that is right.”

“Your father’s...incapacitation, was pretty much left in the dark. We know he was put in a coma a while back after a test with one of your prototype weapons, what was that again?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t say what the weapon was, but my father suffered a severe head injury, and had to be taken into my care, he’s quite alright and had me put in his stead to take care of the company.

“but what happened with the weapon that caused him to be injured so badly?”

Nicholas shuffled in his seat uncomfortably.

“I-if it would be okay, I’d prefer not to discuss of my father, it’s a rather touchy and unsettling subject.” Stephanie nodded.

“no problem. A short while ago, you’ve been taking a very strong role in Triple A, the Anti-Anthro Association. Some people are considering your position against equal anthro treatment similar to the Ku Klux Klan during the civil rights movement.” as Stephanie spoke, Nicholas couldn’t help but let his gaze eye over the woman again. Firm and bouncy breasts, full sized figure, not overweight, but pleasantly filled. Why was he having a hard time concentrating?

“Oh, that’s a common misconception.” he began.

“with the KKK, they believed that a specific color of humans were not really equal to them and not only persecuted them because of their color, but they also did horrible things that belittled their own humanity. My group will stand by me in saying that we would never stoop to something as low as destroying a creature such as that. However, we still don’t believe that anthros are ready for such responsibility as making human decision on a human dominant planet.” Stephanie listened with focused intent, taking down notes rapidly, he had never been this open to a reporter on a subject like this, so she wasn’t going to take any chances.

“I agree that anthros are capable of thinking like a human and even surpassing intellect on some of our less intelligent members of our population. Regardless, It has been proven that they still haven’t evolved far from their animal forefathers. They still have primitive instincts most animals perform on a daily basis. Sure some of these are necessary for survival, such as hunting, but in the human world, we don’t hunt for survival, we work. Most of these anthros do not understand our system of work: we do a little service in exchange for the means to receive food, shelter, and luxuries.” Stephanie shook the cramp out of her hand.

“Not only that, but they don’t seem to take any regard to modesty. Sure they wear clothes, but that’s as far as it goes. Like if we had an anthro elected official, how bad would it look if you saw your representative licking himself in front of our allies? I just believe we should let them perform duties to better our society, and wait until they evolve more before we let them start making really important decisions.”

Stephanie exhales, almost relieved he stopped talking.

“what about the disappearing anthros? Do you have any say regarding that?” Stephanie asked, placing her eraser near her lips. Nicholas cleared his throat.

“well, my group hasn’t done anything Illegal, if that’s what you are implying. I’m sure they’re bound to show up somewhere, maybe this is some kind of tradition for them, we humans haven’t done too much to learn about them the years they have been—” suddenly, a bell chimed, a small screen lit up over the fireplace, it was Sam.

“Sir?” she says. Nicholas stands up and gets close to the fireplace.

“Yes? What is it?”

“one of the subjects is rejecting the programming.” she whispers. Unfortunately, Stephanie didn’t have sensitive hearing like anthros did.

“I’ll be right down.” Nicholas says out loud calmly. He turned back toward his guest.

“I’m terribly sorry, there is a matter I have to attend to, I should be back momentarily.”

Nicholas turned and walked out of the room. For a moment or two, Stephanie fidgeted in her seat, almost hesitant of actually staying there for the whole time he would be gone. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small tape recorder.

“October, 7. 10:30 AM. Mr. Restif was more than willing to answer initial questions, however, when questioned about his father, he panicked and asked to change the subject. As of now, no evidence has been found relating to the kidnappings. Mr. Restif has taken a temporary leave of absence, I will try to find the answers I’m looking for.” Stephanie stood up. This was her only chance, she didn’t have time to care about if she would be caught. Besides, what’s the worst he could do, have her taken off the premises? She walked out of the lounge and into the foyer. She suddenly stopped at the line that was made between the carpeting of the lounge and the tile of the foyer. There was no telling how many servants Nicholas had, one person couldn’t have lived in a large mansion like that on his own. She slipped off her high heels, so the loud clicking of her footsteps wouldn’t get the attention of anyone listening.

Despite her cautions, it was eerily quiet, aside from the low hum of the air conditioning. She tiptoed across the hall, each step long enough for her to feel the cold tile. She moved to the closed double wooden doors, slightly cracking it open to check for anyone watching.

So far so good, apparently everyone’s on break. Either that or Nicholas must live alone... As she entered the trophy room, she took down a few notes, not many people still had trophy rooms ever since the anthros came. No matter, Stephanie continued inside. She found it oddly peculiar to have a bookcase so close to the fireplace, a hazard in the making. Upon further examination of the shelf, she pulled back on one of the books, letting it slip into her hands. She carefully opened the book, only to find no words on its pages. She blinked once or twice, a bit confused. Stephanie closed the book, saw the first letter was larger and in bold on the spine compared to the other letters in the sentence. Once she looked back up at the shelf she pulled it from, it was simple.

It’s a code, all I have to do is put the letters E T X C I I N N O in the right order to spell something.

A few minutes of thinking later, she rearranged the bookshelf to spell out EXTINCTION. The book case opened towards her, revealing a sort of glass elevator. She took a step back in amazement, as mist seemed to kick up from the floor. She examined the glass buttons within the elevator, one marked “OR-27” was blinking in metronome. Stephanie tugged on her blouse a bit and stepped in, pressing the blinking button as she entered.

The elevator sped down to the deep confines under the mansion, light spinning by. Stephanie had no idea what she was getting into. When the door opened, she was greeted by a white hallway, the clear, blank doors lining every ten feet or so, with only a letter and a few numbers to identify it. She slowly walked through the corridor, a bit nervous that she might have stumbled upon a high security area. Her hand trembled as it reached for the silvery recorder, slowly bringing it to her lips. “October 7, 10:36 AM.” her voice quivered as she spoke. “I’ve come across what appears to be a vast infrastructure, It’s probably a laboratory of some kind. Most likely for weapons. I am to continue and search for more evidence.” she clicked the stop button, which the tiny sound seemed to echo down the seemingly endless hall. She tried to enter through each of the white doors. Some were locked, others had absolutely nothing inside, not even so much as a beaker. This seemed to happen every time she lucked out in getting access to a room, and every time she would sigh in frustration. That was until she arrived at the door third from last. It looked much whiter than the other doors, suggesting that it may have been a new addition, there was a sign drilled into the door marked “Combinator.” she tapped the door, locked. Drats, she thought.

and here I was hoping I’d luck out finally. Stephanie leaned back on the door, letting herself slide down. She closed her eyes for a moment. Was this the story she’d never get answers to? She looked up, the ceiling was made of artificial light to illuminate the entire hallway. Suddenly, she felt her bottom vibrate a bit, a loud bang followed.

an explosion? she jumped. The lights flickered for a moment and shut down. When the lights returned. She could hear a piston sound come from the door, letting it swing open. Apparently the power outage had overridden the security mechanisms.

what luck! she slowly walked into the room, the lights too dim for her to see anything. She groped in the darkness for a light switch, eventually stumbling upon a button. She pressed down on it, which didn’t really turn on any lights, but she started to hear some machines beginning to spin, dim red lights appearing on some kind of tube. Beside the tube was a large computer station, running its boot program. She inched toward the panel’s keyboard, she could probably access information from the computer. Once the computer was fully active, she found several profiles pop up on screen. At a glance, she noticed a pattern right away. Not a single profile was human. She even started to doubt it was even animal. She clicked on one of the profile names. Res Mephra. The image came up of a beautiful anthro skunk. The profile read:

NAME: Res Mephra

Age: 26

Occupation: Dynamix Tech employee, Bio-genetics Engineer.

ETAS: 4 Months, Three days

Bio: born from a pair of rather neglectful activists, raised generally by her grandmother. Began education in the elementary school of….

The list of information continued. But what caught her eye was the word ETAS. What did that mean? She scavenged through the files, searching through every profile. Every single one was an Anthro. What frightened her was that some of these name that came up were reported missing at least once within the last year or so. She took a step back, and pulled out her phone. Luckily, it had a camera feature. A few pictures of this and she was sure to have the story of the decade! What could the son of an anti-anthro activist want with all of these files?

Steph was startled by the suddenly light that shone on her shadow, she quickly turned to see a reflection of herself. She stopped breathing, completely terrified of the alien-like camera staring back at her like a hungry predator. It blocked her only way out, no escape. The woman quickly trailed the room with her eyes, there had to be some way around it. She bought some time by taking steps backward, the eye slowly advancing on her. She bumped up against the console, out of space. Maybe if she could dive under the eye, she could get out in time. Steph had to take the chance. Without flinching, she dove under the cold eye, eyes clenched, hoping she wouldn’t hit the machine. For a second, she didn’t feel herself hit the floor. She opened her eyes, her body was caught in the machine’s robotic arms. She squealed in fear.

“HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP!” Steph screamed at the top of her lungs, as the machine placed her in the tube. With her free hand, she tried to reach into her pocket, maybe her phone could pick up the rogue cries for help. Unfortunately the machine had already prepared to restrain her, cold emotionless arms fastening tightly to her wrists, squeezing tight enough for her to lose the grip on the phone. The innocent human didn’t know what was to happen as the door in front of her sealed. Mist flowing up to meet her body, Steph writhed in pain and sensations she had never thought possible. The hair growing over the extension of her spine, her toes and feet folding in on themselves to a solid, singular mass at her feet, her hair streamlining to a single line down her head and neck as it stretched out, it was so… interesting. Steph almost couldn’t notice that while this happened, a new Steph was being pushed inside. A Stephanie that never knew of things like freedom, or choice, or even of a life before… Steph was being reborn.

She couldn’t hear the door announce “manual override” as a shadow faded into the room; she couldn’t see the glass shards of the Combinator door shatter as the human ripped her from the machinery… Then, all started to sharpen, dull lights becoming detailed once again, as she saw him. Steph didn’t know who he was right away… To be honest, she couldn’t remember anything. Soon, the images and thoughts returned as if though she were entering a lucid dream. She saw the blond hair atop the tall human, blue eyes, coated in tears, shouting something. Steph slowly came to realization. He was her father, her creator, her….master. She smiled, knowing he was going to make things very happy for her.

However this thought was not shared. For the human, our villain Nicholas, if he would be called that, was not as happy as Steph was. In fact… he was crying, cradling the former human in his hands. No. She couldn’t even be called that. In his arms, smooth brown fur, almost similar to a deep tan. Polished hooves for feet as a white tipped muzzle touched his face, hair flowing down, covering her left eye with a sandy blonde sheet. She may have been lovely, but Nicholas had committed the greatest sin in his eyes… he had robbed a person of her humanity. He yelled to himself in agony, cradling Steph, tears dripping down her plump breasts, soaking into the tatters of the business suit she had worn. “NO! NOT AGAIN! Why God?! Why did she have to find this place?! WHY?!” He continued to cry, how would he live with himself? How could he? Steph looked back into him with pale eyes and nuzzled him with her nose. Her comforting eyes met his as she tried to console him with a silent smile “m..master? Are you…okay? Please don’t cry.”

Nicholas looked back at her. His eyes showed everything, his guilt, his surprise, his sin. The human needed to calm himself down. To sit there overwrought in his emotions would only confuse the newborn of what was important. It’s the least bit of remorse he can do for now… “y…yes.” He sniffed. “yes, I’m… I’m alright.” “that is good… I do not want to see you cry anymore.” The equine stumbled slightly on her words.. It was eerie to hear that human’s voice come out of a horse’s mouth. “Do…Do you remember anything?” Nicholas asked. “I…only remember being inside… stuck… and then…you brought me out.” He sighed, and looked up at her, eye still red. His mind racked with regret. Nicholas tilted his head, noticing the tiny black box on the floor. It took a few seconds to recognize that it was a tiny phone. Then his heart sank. What if people knew she was here?! She can’t go back, not in the state she’s in, and the combinator certainly wouldn’t bring her humanity back, it would only pervert and warp her body in ways he’d not dare try. People would come… They’d investigate. They’d see what he was doing prematurely. There were too many free anthros out there still to protest the idea. Humans and anthros alike would ally to pass laws of freedom and, dare he imagine it, equality between his kind and the animals. No. He couldn’t allow this. Nicholas looked back down at his new equine and stroked her hair. She whinnied quietly as he soothed her with a mere petting from her master, soft skin stroking her furred head and long hair. “would you like to help me, Stephanie?” he asks. She wasn’t sure if that was her name, but assumed that’s what master called her. It’s almost foolish for me to say that she would nod eagerly in return, already too eager to be useful. Nicholas picked up the phone and looked through her recent call list… “Office” was the first entry. The human turned back to her, Steph panted quietly in surprise. “I want you to talk to the person on this… tell them that you just finished interviewing ‘nicholas’, and that you are going to get a drink before you head back. Okay?”

The equine hesitated, brushing a hand through her soft mane. Steph exhaled slightly and nodded, still not entirely sure of what she was to do. Nicholas dialed the number and handed her the phone. It rang a few times before someone answered. “Channel 6 news station, this is Betty, how may I help you?”

“Hi Betty, This is… Stephanie.” The equine hesitated, very nervous about doing masters order as best she could.

“Oh, hi sweetie! How was that interview with Mr. Restif?”

“erm… It was good, but…” she looked over to see her master nodding encouragingly. “I’m a bit tired, so I’m going to stop by for a… drink, before I head back tonight.”

“Alright, I’ll make sure to tell them you’ll be late.”

“Thank you. Bye!” Nicholas hung up the phone. Steph knew she had done a good job, she clopped her hooves on the floor as she smiled eagerly. “good girl.” He said. She felt a tingle in her nether regions upon hearing that. “th-thank you, master. Is there anything else I can do for you?” She hugged his legs, her nipples in line with his knees as she rubbed her muzzle up his thigh. Nicholas stepped away. Sure he was attracted to her, who wouldn’t be with tastes like him? But he knew what she was… He couldn’t. To mate her after perverting her true nature, it would be even worse of a sin than it already was.

“I…I can’t. Please, Steph. I’m not in the mood.” The equine leaned back a bit as she slowly stumbled to her feet, allowing her face to project a little pout. She wanted to make him happy, but if he didn’t want to, that’s not for her to disagree. “What would you like me to do, master?” Nicholas looked back down at her and sniffed, tears still trickling a bit from his face. “I want you to follow the computer’s direction…” he tried to continue. “It’ll tell you what to do.” The new equine simply nodded and stood as she was told, trotting away to parts unknown where she’ll become another productive part of Nicholas’ plans. Clearing the tears from his eyes, Nicholas looked back to the phone and pondered for a moment. What if someone was to call? There was no way to predict the reporter’s phone habits, so the human needed a solution. What he had thought of, if his ideas weren’t so twisted, you could almost admire his intellect…

The doors slid open as Lex and Sally rubbed their eyes.. upon seeing him. She quietly moved to his side and hugged him.. lightly rubbing his abs with an honest smile. Lex strained a bit.. he knew he wasn’t made to do this but…

“S….sa-sally?” the smaller husky’s ears perked as she stood and looked back.

“y-yes, my lord?” she replied. The programming had already taken effect. There was only one real master.

“C..can you.. a..ask mas…ter if I can….talk…more?” the female perked up and nodded eagerly before nuzzling up against his chest affectionately.

“yes my lord.. I would love to… your voice is soothing to me.” She sighed a bit as Lex walked with her down the hall, holding his own pet in his arms.

That morning at Michael’s home…

Res had been given a room to sleep in, but she was incredibly uncomfortable with sleeping on the bed, she knew that her owner would ask questions if she slept on the floor like she wanted to, so she stayed on the bed and softly went over her agenda for the next day until he went to bed. She slowly stirred from the bed and yawned, stretching out like the dog she was. Res quickly donned her uniform as she heard a knocking at the door. The wolfess’ ears went erect; she needed to attend to the door before sir was disturbed from his sleep. The servant walked down the staircase, donned in a quaint maid’s outfit. Nothing quite exposing, unlike some humans, Michael was modest, as opposed to Res’ style of owner. Looking through the peephole, She saw a rather average human female… about 5′11, nothing to outstanding save her impressive shining hair. Probably something you’d see from one of those advertisements that promised super-model quality cleaning and so on. Apart from her slim appearance, she was modestly attractive. Thinking it was Michael on the other side, the woman whipped her arm slightly for her hand to stick out of her sleeve in order to present a friendly wave of her polished red fingernails. Res hesitated to open, but the wolfess would rue the day she ever decided to disturb her owner from his sleep. The door swished open as Sam was greeted by a slivery wolf maid. “Greetings, madam!” she says eagerly. The blond haired woman took barely took a glance at the maid before stepping in.

“You’re Michael’s new servant?” she didn’t so much as acknowledge that Res was standing right there.

“I…um… yes ma’am.”

“And I don’t suppose he hired you specifically, did he?” Res could see the reflection of the human’s smirk as she adjusted her blouse, the wolfess tugging her maid uniform nervously. The tough white ruffles of her outfit chaffing her legs were nothing pleasant to endure either.

“Let me guess… you’re ‘trying to settle a debt for someone.’ That’s what your master told you, right?” Res felt her heart jump and hug the fork in her esophagus that permitted her to breathe… she KNEW! But how? Res’ thoughts panicked as she did the only thing she could do when she was at a loss of direction: she stood and smiled.

“I bet you don’t even know who I am…” Sam chuckled as she turned around to bask in the confusion the human set upon Res, oh how she loved the look on her face, the look that says ‘you’ve got my attention.’ as much as it says ‘what the hell is going on?!’

“Um….may I ask who you are….ma’am?” The wolfess finally breaks the awkward silence.

“I’ll forgive you for not knowing since you were pulled from your beloved master at such an early time.” Sam clasped her hands together and puckered her lips as she spoke, she wasn’t speaking to an equally intelligent creature in her mind, and this maid didn’t even have the intelligence of a human child! Res was simply… below her.

“The only thing you need to know is that I am very close to your master, and I’m close to your owner. So if you want me to keep you in decent respects with both of them.. you have to do exactly what I say, understood?” Sam stood dangerously close to the maid as Res remained still… exhaling with a slight stutter… this woman was frightening.

“Yes ma’a—” the human closed her hand over the wolfess’ muzzle.

“You have not earned the permission to speak yet.” Res whimpered behind her closed mouth as her vision narrows to see two blue and dominant eyes staring back, who WAS this woman? How did she know about master? Res felt a sense of contrition through questioning the environment around her, but she couldn’t help but feel relatively threatened by this new factor in her perfect little universe.

“Now, let’s make a little challenge for you.” The human chuckled as she allowed her coat to slide off into the maid’s arms.

“Let’s see… what did Michael tell you to do before I came?” she took a seat in one of the lounge chairs near the glass window. Res was tempted to just stare off at the beach, but she needed to keep focus lest she upset Michael, or worse: Master himself.

“Well, uhm… he asked me to clean the house before you got here, unfortunately I failed.”

“You shouldn’t even deserve forgiveness from something like that. Here’s what I want you to do… I want you to go up to Michael’s room and tell him how sorry you are, make him see how guilty you are for failing him. Then I want you to comment how interested I appeared to you and offer to serve me in repentance. I’m sure you’ll be a good puppy and not question why. Do everything I tell you to do and I’ll put in a good word for your master. Is that understood, pet?” Res whimpered slightly, her tongue lolled out and panted. A shame she didn’t really have strong sweat glands like Sam did, it would have looked less embarrassing, and less obvious, than a wolfess panting rapidly.

“Well??”

“y….yes ma’am. I will be a good puppy…” Res looks away as the business woman standing before her smirked and pet the maid’s head.

“good girl. Now run along and I’ll wait for your service right here.”

The wolfess was a little intimidated, if not overwhelmed, by how quickly Sam took over her commands. But she was closer to Master than she wanted her to be. So there was no choice in the matter. Res peeked into the room as Michael idly worked at his desk. He gave a light sigh of frustration as he picked and probed the endless sea of papers. Res almost welled up that she had to apologize to him. She failed him, and that was never anything short of a grueling experience. “M…Mas—“ she cuts herself off quickly… did she almost call him…

“Sir?....Mr. Michael…Sir?” he looks up to her.

“I….I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” She falls to her knees as her eyes look back puffy and glazed.

“Sorry? Sorry for what? Did you break the china, Res?” The human looked right back with a concerned look across his face.

“She got here before I could finish, Sir. I’m SO so so so so—“ Michael stepped forward as he held her muzzle from shaking wildly back and forth.

“Calm down Res, it’s not the end of the world.”

“I can’t expect you to forgive me Sir, it would be selfish of me!”

“No no! I… I forgive you.” She slowly perked up, sniffling as her eyes looked with slight astonishment. “wh-wha?”

“I forgive you. It’s a simple task, you shouldn’t be scolded for her getting here early. See? Is that better?”

“I guess so, sir… thank you.” She lightly hugged him as he nervously tried to pull her back up.

“N-not here! Sam’s downstairs!” Michael tried to pry her off before she reacted with a small eep and stood back up, brushing herself off.

“uhh… right sir! Uhm… if I may ask…Sir.” Res bowed slightly as he kept trying to keep her from showing her gratefulness for such a forgiving owner.

“Is there something else wrong?”

“N-no no! It’s…. Miss Sam. She saw what I was doing and… was curious if I could spend some time attending to her… while you’re busy.”

“It’s only okay with me if that’s what you want, Res.” The anthro bites her tongue. It was obvious she didn’t want what she was asking. But would she be so selfish as to do what she feels like instead of what was demanded of her? She didn’t like it, but to her there was no compromise.

“…yes… I’d…like to.” She turns away a little bit, huffing to herself as Michael rested his hands on her shoulders. Res cooed reflexively when she realized he was comforting her.

“You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t want to work with Sam, you are completely free to say no.”

“I’m sure…” Res nodded as she brushed a few locks of her hair behind her shoulder

“I should leave you back to your work, Sir.” Before he decided to turn back to his desk, she stole a lick of his hand. He laughed a little. Despite it was a bit stereotypical of her kind, it was awfully cute when she did it.

Sam was peering at one of Michael’s diplomas from his Magic practice class before she could hear the quiet patter of Res’ footsteps slowly descending to the living room. “I did what you asked of me, Miss Sam.”

“Good girl. Just follow what I say, and I’ll be sure to put in a good word for your Master. I’m sure by the end of this, we’ll be BEST of friends. Okay?”

“Ma’am knows best.” She said. Shrugging with an reluctant smile, Res was led back to the living room. Res took a seat over by the couch facing the Television where a fireplace probably should have been.

“Mmmm.. I always thought this beach house was cozy.” The human stretched out as the wolfess walked over to her side.

“I…is there anything you’d live from me, Ma’am?”

“I’d like a good massage, actually.” She said, sliding a high heel from her foot and lifting it toward Res’ snout.

“Take the other one off too.” Res inhaled slightly, peeking over down at the other high heel as she took a hand to pull it up toward her. She began to knead her thumbs into the aching soles of the tired human…

“Ahhh…That’s very good.” There was a long pause while Sam reveled in the soft rubbing across her arches, down to her feet.

“M…Ma’am?” Res gave a squeak. It was very difficult to do anything without her showing how intimidated she was by such a powerful human.

“What is it, dog?” The human looks up as Res’s ears twitched once or twice in apprehension. Was her question that important to anger the Mistr... Miss Sam?

“I… You never told me how you knew Master… May I know?” The wolfess almost ducked behind her feet. The woman gave a humph as she pushed the ball of her right foot into Res’ forehead. Res inhaled slightly as she remained on her knees, it was a position she was rather fond of being, and to see Miss Sam do this to her almost conflicted her thoughts of the human.

“If you must know, your ‘Master’ is my boss. I’m Sam, his secretary… Surely you’ve probably remembered him talking to me by now.”

In truth, Res had never gotten the chance to hear Nicholas talk to Sam. However, thanks to such excellent programming of Nicholas’ machines… her brain spiked in shock…. Quickly she bowed low, hugging the human’s feet as she started to plea.

“Miss Sam! I am so sorry! I can’t believe I forgot you! I am so very very unworthy to be at your feet! Please forgi—“ The human did not allow Res to fully show her guilt for not remembering something that wasn’t even part of her memory in the first place. With a quick swipe, Sam’s hand merged with the wolfess’ face… if only for a split second, A quiet smack that would have been picked up by Michael if Res didn’t have such soft and supple fur softening the sound of the blow.

“Shut up… I don’t care that you feel sorry, If Michael finds out about you and Master. I can do a lot worse than a simple slap, I assure you. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am!” Res replied quickly. Sam was not one to mess with when she was angry. Sadly the wolfess had to learn that the hard way.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’m a bit peckish after work… Come here.” Sam took a seat near the fireplace. Res slowly followed as she soon found herself on her knees before the woman. The wolfess eyed her mistress’ pants… was there a better name to call her?... Res couldn’t think of one. She slowly noticed there was a twinge of dampness seeping into the threads of her crotch…

“I think you’ve been trained well enough to know what to do.” Res inhaled slightly… she had no problem with the idea. Suddenly a flash image of a wolf ran through her eyes, and Res didn’t feel so certain anymore.

who was that?

“I’m waiting!” Sam tapped her foot impatiently. Res didn’t have time to ponder.

“S-sorry ma’am.” She said, promptly thrusting her nose into the crotch… Res rotated her nose clockwise, making sure she could take in the scent entirely. Sam panted at the act; it was surprisingly arousing for such a light pressure of one’s nose. The wolf guided herself into a wide tongued lap of the fabric…. Slowly she guides herself up until her teeth clenched to the zipper… guiding her muzzle back down, it was almost like she took a class.

“smell nice, hmm?” Sam says. Slowly taking a thumb and a finger to tug her Res’ ears forward… shoving her muzzle inside the hole she just made.

“Rpph! Mmmmmm…” She yipped, but calmed herself. The scent was strong, but for some reason reminded her of the scent of a male… was she that dominant? She could taste the juices inside, but Res knows not to make a mess. Michael would be most displeased. First she breathed deep, taking in as much of the scent as she could. Letting it consume her, guide her, drive her. She snaked her raspy tongue inside the folds… the hair was no different than a male’s fur… and the harsh tongue seemed to only give Sam more pleasure from each little nub scraping across her, the bottom incredibly smooth in contrast.

“ahhh.. That’s good. keep going.” Sam rewarded her with a moment to release her grip on the wolf’s ears before gripping them once again to hold her in place. The wolf closed her eyes and gave a soft sigh, might as well enjoy it while she can. Res took her raspy tongue and tilted her head to the side… applying a light bit of pressure to her folds as her wet muscle presses them apart…. She moans softly before there is a clutter of sounds emanating from the ceiling. Sam gasped quickly and pressed Res’ head from her folds. “Go clean yourself up, NOW!” she whispers harshly as the frightened wolfess rushed to the bathroom as the tall woman stood and pulled a moist towlette from her pocket. Rapidly wiping her folds of any juices or saliva from it and giving a quick zip the near moment Michael began to come down from the stairs. She didn’t even skip a beat, her eyes batted toward her Michael and her legs slid her forward toward him. “Mikey!” she said with an excited coo. “Ooh I missed you so much.” Her arms wrapped tightly around him as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Michael was honestly a bit surprised at how happy she was to see him. He closed his eyes and inhaled a little bit. Her ‘peach and lilac’ perfume always calmed him down though; it was a pleasant smell at least. “Hi Sam. I trust the trip wasn’t too hard on you.” He grinned back as they broke their couple. Res re-entered the room with a subtle blush on her muzzle. “It was… well.. a bit stifling. I’m a little in the mood, if you’re up for something.” Sam whispered as her lips guided down to his neck. He gave a small chuckle. “’In the mood?’ I’d really love to sweetie, but I still have to get some work done before the end of the day.” Michael sighed as she lowered her arms. “oh. That’s alright sweetie. Would you like something to eat? You must be hungry.” She replied almost with an angelic tone. Res felt a bit estranged at how different she was acting… she moved into the kitchen without waiting for Michael to say “sure, I’d love a snack.” Since she already knew he was going to say it… predictable.

Res walked into the kitchen with her as she blushed a bit. “Ma’am?” the wolfess queried. “Yes, Res?” the woman replied before turning and giving a rather… strange question. “Would you like something as well?” Res tensed slightly and bowed her head. “y…you really don’t have to.” “Look. I may be one of the people who think your kind deserves to be under humans, but that doesn’t mean I should neglect you. You cleaned up the place and you did what I ordered, you at least deserve a sandwich.” “I…don’t understand.” Sam reached for the mayonnaise as she splayed out two slices of bread with baloney on each. “Then let me put it this way. You do as you’re told. You keep your hands away from my man’s pants, we won’t have problems. But if you step out of line for a second, it’s my boot on your jaw again. Understood?” She slowly brandished her butter knife as she glared on with the most serious look Res had ever seen. “Y…yes ma’am.”

At the Penthouse Apartment…

Avis stood at the edge of the apartment while the panthers leaned on the counter near the kitchen. The lioness’ thoughts swimming with activity.. more she’d ever had in her life… or at least she thought. It was so hard to accept that the life Mast…Nicholas gave her was all a near complete lie. And all the people she helped face the same lie as well, without question. “You know… it’s funny.” She finally uttered from her lips after a near ten minutes of awkward silence. “What is?” Tiffany asked. “Even though it was all made up… and he was using me. I actually don’t hate him for it.” The sisters stared on at the lioness with a unified glare that almost screamed ‘are you nuts?’ “I mean. Yeah, he was a bit cruel to Anthros, but I actually kind of liked the life he gave me, it was…well… fun. Though I bet it would be better to make assumptions after I regain my old memories. For all I know this just might be a defense mechanism Master made for me.”

“Why do you keep calling him ‘master?’ Janice stepped forward as she started to pull out her cell phone. “It’s a sort of post hypnotic suggestion, whenever I try to say Master’s name, it only comes out as Master.” Tiffany turned toward her white furred sister, breathing softly as she dialed on the phone… “What are you doing?” She asked. “I’m gonna call Steph to see if she’s finished with that interview. This Nicholas guy might actually be Avis’ ‘Master.’” She paused for a moment before quietly cursing to herself. “Dammit, I forgot. This room’s got thick walls; I’ll have to go out real quick for this.” She said while Tiffany blinked and watched as the white panthress walked out of the room. Steph’s number was still on the recent call list, so it saved her some time…The phone rang a few times, no matter, she might as well leave a message. “Hi, you’ve reached Stephanie, I’m unable to come to the phone right now probably because of a big interview, or something like that. Please leave a message and I’ll—” The intro message drifted from her attention as something under laying it seemed more important now. Light beeps and trills under the track… soothing, instructing almost. A small smile slid across her face for a moment as she listened. By the time the beep for the message machine came, she hung up, and redialed...

“Hello?” A man answered. Janice exhaled softly, calming herself before saying. “Hello, my name is Janice, I’m calling regarding Stephanie….sir.” she cood into the speaker of her cell phone. “Who is with you?” “My sister, Tiffany, and my friend, Avis…sir.” The panthress replied.

There was a long pause…

“….Give me your address, keep them there, and wait for further instruction.”