"Human Pets and Service Animals"

[GrayOldFart]

Human Pets
and
Service Animals

The OOC Thread​

His combination name and duty was "Red Fisher"; his mother had given him his first name for the fiery head of hair -- now cut close to the scalp -- that he'd been born with; and The Master had allowed him to follow his grandfather into the fishing trade, resulting in his second name.

And while he was the best at what he did -- here at the lake and elsewhere -- this morning had been disappointing. He'd left the Village -- little more than a dozen shacks clustered within an gate-free, decrepit, razor wire fence -- just before dawn, and three hours later, the bucket at his feet had only six medium sized trout in it.

He flinched at the shrill sound of a whistle, two short tweets, then one long, meaning he was the subject of the call. He gestured to the young boy who'd been his apprentice for the past several months, telling him to take the fish to the Village, then sprinted for the massive structure that sat on a basalt cliff a hundred feet above the lake.

He found his master standing in the thirty foot tall doorway of the stone home, gnawing on the charred hind quarter of a horse. Red hurried up to the structure's porch and squatted before his Master, waiting to learn why he'd been pulled away from his daily duty.

The Masters and their humans didn't talk to one another, anymore than the humans talked to their dogs or cats. Communication up close like this was done via hand signals, gestures, and a variety of sounds -- be them words or not -- that were learned by the humans side by side with learning their own language from their parents and their peers. At a distance, most of the Masters used whistles or horns to call their human "pets" and "service animals" to their sides.

The Master only briefly glanced at his fisher before his gaze set upon the massive lake whose shore was so far distant that it couldn't be seen. He continued to bite into the horse's flank, ripping away chunks of meat with sharp teeth. When he was down to mostly bone and gristle, the Master smiled down to Red, then dropped the leg onto the deck and turned away, entering his home.

Red's face was wide with a beaming smile. The meat left on the equine's hind quarter may have only been a final bite to the Master, but it would be a protein rich addition to the Village's evening meal.

Red hefted the still heavy left over onto his shoulder and hurried down the trail to the Village. There was great excitement the instant he was spotted, and even before he was through the opening where once a gate had stood, the others were coming to him, helping him with their dull knives to strip the meat for the big stew pot sitting over the coals of the community fire pit.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Red Fisher heard the familiar whistle again, just before sundown. He pulled himself away from watching one of his female House Mates tanning a goat hide, amazed as always at how fast and efficient she was a the work. The female could, if it had become necessary, kept the feet and bodies of the Village's entire population covered and warm.

He hustled to the house again. The Master saw his approach, gestured him to follow, then turned and began a slow walk around the huge home toward a small building -- a human's structure -- that had ine and only one purpose.

Fisher smiled, pleased -- excited -- at realizing what was ahead. He caught up with the Master just as the giant of a creature lifted a gate leading into an unlit room. Fisher entered without hesitation, pausing as the gate clanged shut behind him. He waited for his eyes to adjust, the only light being the moonlight spilling through the steel slats in the wall behind him.

Fisher didn't recognize the breeder; she wasn't from his Village. He wasn't surprised, of course; a third of the children -- already born or on their way -- in his community were of his blood, a result of the Master being impressed with his physical and mental characferistics, as well as his unflailing loyalty.

The Master often traded breeding services with the Masters of the neighboring Estates. Fisher had only served in this way once before, and when the pregnancy didn't take, he'd seen the same female a few moons later. Not seeing her a third time told Fisher that he'd done his job.

Fisher stepped closer, trying to get a better view of the female. She had a perfect body for her mission; bountiful breasts and wide hips, she would not only birth her child well but be able to adequate feed it as well. She looked as if she came from a strong line, too, with strong limbs and sturdy shoulders.

Their child would be just what the other Master wanted.

The female scooted back onto the fur and pad covered plank bed, laying back and parting her raised knees. As Fisher untied the knot at his waist and allowed his worn trousers to fall to the dirt floor, his partner reached to between her tbighs and began probing, preparing herself.

By the time Fisher was above her, she was wet and ready for him ...or so she thought. Fisher grasped and guided his penis into her, findi.g her resistant to his intrusion. He tried to be gentle, but his dutiful lust was driving him. He pressed hard into her; she was gining way to him slowly, grimacing as she tried in vain to contain her cry of pain.

Then, she opened, and Fisher pushed firmly, steadily until their groins were together as one. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his better than average sized tool being inside of her; he wanted to begin the repetitious stroking motion that would lead him to completion of his work -- and, of course, great pleasure -- but he was determined to wait until she signalled her readiness by pulling back the sharp nails she had dug into the flesh of his sides.

Finally, she signalled that it was time. Her body relaxed -- as much as it was going to with the penis of a stranger deep inside her -- and as soon as it did, Fisher's tensed up. He stroked deeply and rapidly, and the pleasure welled to climax just as deeply and rapidly. He exploded with a satisfied grunt, allowing himself to relax his weight upon her.

For her part, she simply laid there below him, accepting his seed, crying softly in a combination of pain and pleasure. She'd enjoyed the feel of him within her, though not to the euphoric end that he had. Her satisfaction here today mattered not; her reason for being here was to be bred, and she could always achieve her own satisfaction on her own once her Master had come for her again.

Together they laid there, waiting for their hearts to near a normal state ...waiting for--

A loud rap sounded on the metal of the cage. Fisher lifred his weight above the breeder, looking to her for an indication that she was ready to go on. She knodded softly, and without hesitation, they repeated their duty until again Fisher unloaded deep inside of her.



When the sun rose, the harsh light striking his tbrough the wall slats, Fisher gently woke his bed mate, rolled her to her belly, parted her k.ees with his own, pulled her buttocks upward, and bred with her once more, then again. The Masters, it was believed, thought that human breeding was like that of rabbits, that sexual stimulation -- their first fuck -- caused the human female to ovulate. Therefore, breeding took place in sessions such as Fisher and this female had been engaging in five times a day for the past three days.

For Fisher, it had been magical that first night, but by the seco.d night, it was becoming more or less a chore. For his partner, the early morning hours of the first day had seen ecstasy finally arrive, but by now, she was becoming worn out and could hardly endure the feel of his big dick inside her.

After Fisher had come the second time, slumping exhausted atop her, the gate to the cage slid upwards and the Master tapped a stick upon it. Fisher rose, dressed, and left ...departing without the two of them ever having traded a single word.

 

[NekoMata]

Her name was Aria Hunter. Aria brcause of her beautiful singing voice and Hunter because that was the job designated by the Master. Aria was slender, her body lean yet lightly muscled. She was petite with lean long legs. Aria ran lightly slowing to a stop as she entered the human area. In one hand she held three hares with bllood dripping from thier slit throats. A bow and a quiver of arrows adorned her back. She dropped the hares by the cooking pot and a short sharp whistle made her turn her head.

She knew the summons by heart. It was a call from the Master as she had to turn in her bow and arrows for the day. They were not allowed to keep thier weapons. As she approached the main building Aria lowered her gaze. Approaxhing the Master who was standing in the buildings tall doorway she heldbout her bow and quiver. They were taken from her hands and she quickly backed away. Turning she headed back to her village.

Aria tucked her long charcoal black hair behind her ears. She was well bred both for skill, intelligence, and beauty. It was her mothers hope that one day she would hecome a Breeder instead of a lowly hunter. Aria hoped not. She doubted it would at any rate as her petiteness made her less choice for child bearing though her full round breast would be good for feeding. She shook the thoughts from her head and went to go gut and skin the rabbits.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Leo Runner watched from the shadows as Aria Hunter entered the Village and went about her business. He had long yearned for the young beauty, with her lean body and long legs. He always thought they would make good babies together -- a Runner and a Hunter -- but the Master had never designated them as a breeding couple.

Leo knew humans who'd satisfied their desired without direction, of course. The drive to pro-create -- and simple animal lust -- were often too powerful to wait for permission. But he'd only had to witness one forced castration -- of a good friend, making it worse -- and the beating of his lover to understand that masturbating behind a tree to the image of a Village beauty was a far safer idea than slipping away with her and getting caught.

Leo's problem -- the reason he hadn't been chosen to breed -- was, in his mind, obvious: he was too small. He was barely over 5 feet and less than 130 pounds. The fact that he was as fit as any other male in the Village and could run from his Master's Village to any of the Trade Villages without stopping didn't seem to increase his odds of passing his genes on to one of the female's children. Nor his odds of simply enjoying the pleasure of a sex partner in general.

The other disappointment was that Aria had never shown him a moment's notice. He didn't think that she disliked him. He simply had never spent any time with the young woman, so he had no idea what her feelings about him were, let alone how she would react if he was to proposition her out of nowhere.

 

[NekoMata]

Aria sighed to herself as she tossed another set of entrails into the pile. Turning she plopped the skinned and gutted rabbit onto the dried piece of skin and wrapped it. This should have been the bitchers job but lately the task had been left to Aria. It was a severe annoyance. She did not like having to spend all day out in the forest trying to hunt down enough food to fill the Master's requirements with some extra for the village, to have to do menial grunt work as well. Standing Aria stretched herself. Sniffing she wtinkled her nose. She smelled of blood and sweat, an unpleasant combination. Looking around sge turned and darted towards the woods just beyond the village.

Once in the trees she slowed her pace. Aria turned herself and headed for the lake were the villagers frequently bathed. She enjoyed going at this time because it was bound to be empty and Aria could ebjsoy a comfortable bath in privacy. Emerging from the tress she smiled at the sight of the glistening water. Carefully she removed her short skirt and half top, the traditional wear of female hunters, and placed them in the branches of a tree near the water. Then she dived into the water. It was cool abd refreshing and she stayed submerged for as long as she could beforenbreaking the surface again. She shook her wet hair from her face, riculets of water running down her skin. Aria began to bathe herself, singing softly.

 

[GrayOldFart]

From his perch in the fork of the huge elm's branches, Leo Runner had watched Aria Hunter run by, disappearing into the woods. He couldn't know whether she hadn't seen him or had simply ignored him but either way, he waited for a moment -- looking back to the Village of thirty for watchful eyes -- and seeing none, dropped to the ground and headed off toward the Hot Bowl to visit with her.

He was half way to the small hot spring -- a favorite place among the barely post-pubescent Villagers for soaking feet and telling stories -- when he walked face first into a spider web spanning the path. He'd always had a thing about spiders and freaked, frantically wiping away the silken material as he searched for the web's maker in his hair.

Aria hadn't come this way, obviously ... which meant...

His skin crawled with goose bumps at the thought. Not a good idea. Personal privacy was sacred among the Villagers, particularly between the genders, and Leo knew that if Aria was where he thought she was, she would not want eyes -- male eyes -- upon her.

And yet, after checking the trail for others, he made his way through the thick woods and two or three minutes later, he was staring at clothes hanging on a branch beyond which he knew was the lake ... and the likely naked Aria Hunter.

Leo could feel his body trembling with ... the excitement of the chase...? or the excitement of his lust? It didn't really matter which it was -- or if it was both -- because either one was going to get him in potentially serious trouble with Aria and, if caught by them, potentially fatal trouble with the Masters.

His animalistic drive overwhelmed his intelligence and common sense, though, and he continued forward ever so slowly, ever so quietly until he was looking out through the bushes at...

Oh my...

 

[NekoMata]

Aria sang softly to herself as she floated lightly on the waters surface. It felt like whatbshe imagained being surrounded by silk would be. Rolling over she dived under the water again, kicking for a shallower part of the lake. Breaking the surface again she shook her hair, sending droplets of water into the air. Suddenly a soft rustle from a bush near the lake caught her attention.m Her hearing was quite acute as was her eyesight. Both were neccesary skills for any hunter.

Aria scanned the area keepingbher face neutral. Steppingbout of the lake Aria made for the tree were hr clothes hung. Grabbing them she quickly redressed herself. Then she turned as if to leave.m However she suddenly turned and with three swift moves she plunged into a nearby bish. Greenery filled her giew but she felt the connection of hukan flesh as she rammed her body into whoever had been concealing themself in the bush. Using all of her. Weight she pinned her tarfet to the ground. Her eyes focusing she realuzed she was now sitting astride Leo Runner. Shehld his wrist spread to the sides and frowned. "What are you doing."

 

[GrayOldFart]

Leo's body continued to quiver with excitement as he watch Aria Hunter swimming about the lake. Her perfect body, bare of any coverings, glistened with the crystal clear water of the mountain lake as she stood, then dove, then swam, then stood again. He spied all of her ... all ... of her ... and found his maleness as excited and eager as it had ever been in his 19 Annuals.

He wanted nothing more than to simply stare at her forever, but at ever little sound -- bird's wings, bug buzzes, squirrel scratches -- he found himself looking about himself, sure that someone was going to catch him in his violation. After a final rustling behind him, Leo turned his attention back to the lake --

Only to find her no longer within it ... and heading directly for him. His heart leaped within his chest, and this first thought was flight. But he knew that the huntress would likely pursue -- if for no other reason than to know what animal had been in the bush so near -- and, of course, catch up with him. He may have been a runner by nature, and the odds of him out distancing her was good; but Aria would have the advantage of her hunting skills and be able to track his flight, catching him -- or at least sight of him -- once he'd reached either of the clearings into which he would have no choice but to emerge.

He sat, still and silent, as the naked, dripping form of Aria stepped to the bushes -- just a height and a half from his widened eyes! -- to gather and don her clothes. She turned to leave ... and then, before he'd even had time to think, she had him pinned to ground asking, "What are you doing?"

He was in pure panic! He could just imagine her whipping out her hunting knife and gutting him like one of her rabbits; he actually found himself wondering, Were they there...? Were they with her...? Oh my, did she have her blades ...? She'll cut off my Personals and feed them to the camp dogs!

His heart was beating so hard that he'd barely heard her question, and when finally his mind wrapped itself around the question, Leo said in a meek and questioning tone, "I came to bathe...?"

It was bad enough that he'd been peeking out of the bushes at the naked form of the female with whom he had so long wanted to breed with; and it was simply embarrassing to be caught by her, let alone be so easily slammed to ground for it; but ... alas ... no matter how bad things got, they could always get worse in the life of Leo Runner.

"Aria!" a male voice called through the trees from not as distant as Leo would have wanted it to be. Leo recognized the distinct voice as it continued as being that of Red Fisher. "Aria Hunter! Are you out here?"

Leo's body simply went limp below the huntress -- the only still tense part being the fully erect penis pressing against one of her legs -- as he saw his life, or at least his as-of-yet-unknown sex life, coming to an end before sun down. He murmured to himself, "Master, be merciful..."

 

[GrayOldFart]

Hull was a stray. He had no Master, nor did he have a Village to call either home or prison, nor other humans to call friends or enemies.

He'd lived his entire life in what amounted to a crevice in the mountains. Deep in the narrow canyon, they -- he, his mother, and his three siblings -- had lived in relative comfort for as long as he could recall. The drought came, the game left, the unusable Yellow Weed began to push out the Edibles, and the fire passed through with, ironically, little more than the Yellow Weed flourishing there after.

The first hard winter his sister died; the second his brother vanished in a snow storm, with his mother dying just days later. Hull and his youngest brother abandoned their life long home to find something better, only to have Will killed by a puma in the dark of the night. Hull had spent the last two years with no human contact.

At least ... not until this morning. He was spear fishing in a roaring river, his hearing overwhelmed by the water, when he looked up and found a dozen men on the opposite bank ... a half dozen men with spears, bows ... and dogs!. They were hunting, and Hull knew what for. He sprinted deep into the woods on his side of the river and spent the next ten hours zigzagging about, doubling back, splashing through streams, climbing rock faces; and all the while, he could here the dogs get close, lose his scent, get close again, become confused...

Hull couldn't keep this up for much longer. He was going to be caught. He'd heard stories from his mother about Chasers -- humans who hunted other humans -- and what they did to the Strays they captured. He didn't have any marks on his body -- tattoos, brands, or piercings -- to identify him as the property of one of the alien Masters. Hull would be immediately killed; the Chasers wouldn't bother with returning him to their master because the Master would know that a Stray wasn't likely to accept the life of being a servant. At least he wasn't a female. His mother had been captured once by Chasers, with his youngest sibling being the result of their punishment of her.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Oops, wrong thread. I will use this for something in a moment

 

[NekoMata]

She glared at Leo her fingers twitching. She was about to speak again when she heard her name being called. Her head snapped up quickly and she looked about her. Was that Red Fisher? Aria rolled off of Leo and leapt to her feet. "Red?" Aria called out tentatively. Turning she headed off in the direction that the summons had come from. She darted through the woods she slid to a stop in an empty clearing. "Red?" she called again. She wondered what he wanted of her. Then a sudden tremir ran up her spine. What if the Masters had sent him to retrieve her. What could the Master possibly want with her.

 

[GrayOldFart]

Red Fisher stepped into the clearing from the Village Trail, smiling broadly at the sight of the huntress. Aria was a beautiful female; most of the men in their Village and others had yearned for her since she first began developing her womanly form. Red couldn't know whether or not she remained untouched to this day, but what he could be certain of was that he would be the first of the males to breed with her under the Master's command.

He found it ironic that he treasured the idea of being her first more than he treasured the simple pleasure of being with her. Aria was special in their village, a skilled hunter, key to not only the prosperity of their people but of the comfort of the Master, too. There were few humans -- male or female -- who played that double role. Most had one and only one direct duty, either serving the master or serving her Villagers. Aria did both, and did both with well respected skill.

And while he would never admit it to anyone, he was jealous of Aria, jealous of her skills and worth. She rivaled him in everything, short of the strength he inherently possessed as a purposely-bred male of the species. And Red Fisher didn't like being jealous of anyone, for anything. And that was exactly why he couldn't wait for the day when the Master would send her to the breeding barn and give that two shorts, one long whistle.

For today -- although he did take a moment to conspicuously ogle her figure -- he was just here to ask for a favor. He set a hide bag on a rotting log and pulled at the ties, causing it to fall open and reveal its little treasure. He saw her face light up with excitement.

"Like it?" He asked unnecessarily, knowing exactly what kind of trinkets and bobbles made the huntress feel like a little girl again. Knowing that she would understand his meaning as While I was away breeding, he told her, "I was in White Ridge half a moon back and traded some fish bone tools for it. I'll trade it to you ...for a nice 'coon pelt. Unfinished is fine ...my House Mate will cure it."

He probably could have asked for more, but -- while greedy when it came to partaking of a woman's body -- he had need of just the one pelt for now. And besides ...he wanted Aria to feel as if she'd gotten the better end of the deal, should he ever come up a bit short in a future trade.



In the bushes, within ear shot of the entire exchange, Leo Runner sat in silence, clenching his jaws in fury. He respected Red Fisher for what he meant to the Village; the male deserved his name when came to providing protein for his people. But he despised the male's priveleges when it came to breeding, whether within their Village community or the Greater Lake Territory itself.

Red Fisher, it was estimated, had fathered more than fifty children in eight villages, more than any still living male. Leo's skin crawled with goose bumps, eying the man's perfect physique. I'm small ...that doesn't make me worthless, he grumbled. I can still run farther and faster than you, you swinging dick.

There was nothing he could do about it, of course. So, he just sat there and waited for the pair to finish and leave, afraid that moving would give away his presence and make Red wonder what exactly Aria had been doing in the bushes.

(OOC -- You can decide what was in the pouch that caused Ari's eyes to sparkle.)

 

[NekoMata]

Aria smiled her eyes suddenly lighting up. Red had presented her a deal sge just could refuse. A coon skin and an untreated one at that for a carved bone amulet shaped like a wolf. She gently rubbed the wolf shaped stone on the bracelt she wore around her wrist. "Alright... Its a deal."'Aria said with a small smile. Aria was not overly fond of Red. The fisherman was notorious for bring yhe most in demand breeding male. She had no idea what had garnered him such a privalage.

But then again she was completely unexperienced in the breeding act. Aria was a virgin and she hopefully intended to remain so for much longer. As long as she was productive the Master would risk his only huntress.

 

[GrayOldFart]

When he was four Annuals old, his mother had given him a first name that reflected his personality. When he was seven, he took a second name that reflected the task he would have been expected to perform for years, even decades to come. Then, when he was nine, the Master came into contact with something that gave him an all over rash that had the 8200 pounder sobbing like a little baby. Thus, with a bristle brush and a kettle full of warm salve, Scratch got the name that had stayed with him for the past five decades. hese days, at almost 70 Annuals, he was the oldest human in the Village; as far as anyone knew, Scratch was the oldest male in all the Lake Villages, possible all the world villages. No one could no for sure; the furthest village their Messengers had been allowed to travel to -- whether for trade, diplomacy, Chase, or combat -- was only 80 miles away; and -- while Scratch didn't believe it for a minute -- there were some people who believed that the world might be as much as two, even three thousand miles across, and that there were humans spread out across every mile of it.

Scratch chuckled, just thinking about it. Three thousand miles...? Why not four ...or ten? A Stray had been found once down at the lake, pulling a goat which itself had been pulling a small cart. In the cart, the lunatic -- for they all decided he had to be one -- had the wet, crumpled remains of what he'd claimed was a globe of their planet. He'd carefully laid it out over a balled up blanket, then gone on to describe in detail things called continents, oceans, poles, latitudes, longitudes, and more.

It had been magical and exciting for the then-11 Annual old Scratch. But then the crazy claimed that the planet, which he'd called Earth, was almost 25,000 miles around. The entire Village population -- for by this point almost everyone had gathered for the entertainment -- erupted in ridiculing laughter.

The Stray tried in vain to convince the Villagers that what he was telling was the truth, and when the word came down that the Master was showing curiousity about the lakeside gathering, the old man was given a plate full of food and a pouch full of fresh water, and told to leave before he was discovered and, likely, executed on the spot.

Scratch -- his hearing almost gone now -- felt the hard raps of the Master's k.uckles upon the massive home's floor boards and knew he was wanted for the evening itch. He put the remnants of the old globe -- which he'd traded a rabbit fur blanket for after tracking the departing man down -- back into the little box that had been hidden under his bed for so mamy decades. He had hoped one day to go out into the world -- out onto The Earth -- and see with his own eyes just how big ir really was. But, that was just a pipe dream...

 

[NekoMata]

Back.sorry ive been a little busy. ^_^

Aria sighed tossing her game bag to the floor. Her shoulders ached badly from a hard day of work. She had been up since the first light and was at work in the woods by the time the sun was fully up. She spent almost her entire day hunting, following down any tracks and trails she could find. Her hunt had started out uneventfully with her catching a few bird and a rabbit. Then she had come across the trail of some deer. Aria had tracked them for nearly a hour before finally spotting her prey. There was a large buck and two smaller deer.

They must have caught wind of her hecause they bolted long before she could draw her bow. She had raced through the woods in pursuit. With no little amount of effort or arrows she had managed to take all three of them. Then she had to drag all of them back to the Master's house. Still he had been so pleased with her that she had been allowed to bring whole the smallest deer.She had left it in the care of the village cooks.

Reaching uo she pulled the rolled and treated coon skin down from her shelf. Runnijg her fingers over the silky fur she smiled. Turning she headed out of her hut. Weavung through the ramshackle huts she heeaded for Red's, hoping to find his house mate. Reaching the hut she tapped the door. Taking a step back she placed a hand on her slender hip to wait.

 

[GrayOldFart]

The deep red of the evening sun fell upon the trees beyond the hut's glassless window. Red Fisher stared at it, mesmerized by the way the light played on the leaves, turning their own shades of red with the coming of autumn.

Stella Breeder stirred beside him in the mess of pads, pillows, and blankets that encircled the small fire heating the hut from its center position. She'd been up since before dawn, preparing the family's breakfast and getting the children dressed for their various duties. From the time they learned to walk and talk, each and every child in the house -- four of which were Stella's -- had some task they performed, either for their mothers, for Red, or for the Master directly. Some did little more than gather twigs for the fire under the watchful eye of their mother, but it all benefited the village -- and thus the Master -- in one way or another.

Typically, Stella was the first of Red's three House Mates to lay down for an well earned night of sleep. Before him, hovering over the fire, Goya Cook -- Stella's sister -- tended to the pots and skillets crowding the flames and space above them. The woman could turn anything edible into a delicious meal; she was the family cook but also cooked the Master's Prayer Day Meal as well, a task that typically took three days to prepare for and complete.

Red looked to the far side of the hut, to the woman and the three children she was quietly singing with. Hannah had come to the Master from one of the other Estates -- the Harlow Hills -- in a swap of breeders. She had, of course, been bred to Red first; their child -- Channy, a lively child of nine years -- was a true daddy's girl and spent most of her time with Red fishing. Lying beside her, curled up in an alpaca fiber blanket, was Channy's two year old sister, called only The Baby; and sitting at the table with her, counting out colorful stones, was Hannah's middle child -- not of Red's bloodline -- who ironically had Red's head of red and, at age 7, had only recently been given the name Hughie Farmer.

Red's gaze moved around the hut, setting on each of his family members. In all, there were 16 people living under Red's roof: Red, Stella and her four, Goya and her two, Hannah and her three, and three other children whose parents who either were never of this village, had been traded to another village, or had passed, orphaning their little ones. It was tight at night when all laid down to sleep; the circular hut was only four Heights in diameter. Little except for sleep was done inside by the majority of the Clan; there was no formal meal time, with each family member simply picking food from a pot or pan and eating when they were hungry, and unless you had a reason to be inside, you typically weren't. There simply wasn't room for hanging out, and besides, there was usually something that needed to be done somewhere in or around the village.

Red turned his gaze back to the light of the sunset and his mind to the thought of fishing. It had been a hard season on the Lake. There were six Estates on the shores of the Lake, and while the entirety of the Lake was open to fishing by any of the Masters' humans, there still were squabbles -- even potentially fatal battles -- between the various fishermen over rights to certain highly productive fishing holes.

He was beginning to formulate a plan for the next day's fishing when two events happened in rapid succession. The first was Stella stirring yet again, rolling closer to him and cuddling close. She caressed her hand down his firm belly -- probably unconsciously, still more asleep than awake -- and eventually rested it upon Red's personals. She clutched at his penis, then a second time, before going still again.

Red smiled as his erection came to life, and he considered rolling atop his lover and making love to her -- purely for pleasure's sake -- when the second event, a knock at the door, came and interrupted the thought. Goya -- would normally be the one to respond to a knock in the evening -- set her stirring spoon aside, but Red stopped her, saying simply, "Let me."

He stood -- receiving a giggle from Hannah, who was eying the protrusion of his sleeping shorts caused by his excitement -- and made his way around the hut to answer the door. He pulled the door open just enough to look out upon the visitor -- hiding his lower body behind the door -- but when he saw that it was Aria, he smiled a bit wider than normal, opened the door wide to reveal the obvious erection, and said, "Hello, Aira, what can I do to you. I mean ... for you."

His lips spread even further in a knowing smile...

 

[NekoMata]

Aria rolled her eyes as Red spoke and placed her hand on her hip. She held out the roll of slek silver fur to him. Red's home was much like she had expected it to be crowded with a brood of children and there respective mothers. Flicking her hair over her shoukder she winced as ot brushed across the scratch on her shoulder from a branch. She would clean it later but for now she stoically bore the stinging pain.

"Here,s the raccoon pelt you wanted."