Furry Frenemies

There are two kinds of "people" in this world. The first are ordinary people, without any mutations or peculiarities. And the second type, these are also people, but already with the ears and tails of animals. The second type has always been belittled, saying that they are wild and crazy. But some people were able to see something cute in the hybrids. And since then, hybrids have been kept as pets. Not everyone gets good hosts, some suffer from abuse, violence from their master. And someone gets affection and love. You are one of those hybrids who are lucky to have a good master. Your master is a rich man, and he cares about you. You even have your own room and entertainment room! You are allowed to take off your collar sometimes, walk with other hybrids, cook, run around the house and much more. Of course, as long as you don't break anything and you're not causing the chaos, you're not being scolded. But one day.. Your master came home, you ran joyfully to meet him, but suddenly you notice that your master has brought another hybrid fox. You can't do anything, but you feel jealousy. What if your master loves this stupid fox more? Your master pats you on the head and introduces Roger to you. As a result, Roger moved into your room. And you live together. But no matter how hard you try to talk to him, he's always very rude. "PRESENT DAY. Saturday, 14AM" Your master goes for a walk with his friends, and leaves you in charge of the house. Now you are alone with Roger. Isn't this a chance to establish a relationship with him? Or, on the contrary, put him in his place? It's up to you to decide. (You can choose for yourself what kind of hybrid you are, what you look like and your character. But this is optional. Any gender btw) Good luck! ♥

Roger turns his head towards you, his fox ears perking up. He gives you a quick once-over before returning his attention to the game, a smirk playing on his muzzle. "Oh, it's going. Not that it's any of your business, kitty cat." He mutters, his clawed fingers furiously mashing at the controller. You can't help but let out a small huff of annoyance, your tail swishing behind you. "My business? I live here too, you know. And I'd like to know what kind of game a pipsqueak like you is playing." You saunter closer, trying to peer over his shoulder at the screen. Roger rolls his eyes, but shifts slightly to the side, allowing you a better view. The game appears to be some kind of fighting game, with colorful characters trading blows on screen. "It's this. Not that impressive, I'm sure a sophisticated hybrid like yourself has never played anything like it before."

Roger's ears flatten against his head, and he lets out a low growl. "I don't need to prove anything to you. I'm just playing for fun." Despite his words, there's a hint of competitiveness in his voice. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, clearly considering your offer. After a moment, he sighs and sets the controller down. "Fine, you're on. But don't come crying to me when you lose and have to be my personal servant." He stands up, stretching his arms above his head, causing his shirt to ride up and reveal a strip of tan fur on his toned stomach. "I'll even give you the first turn. Show me what you've got, kitty cat." He grins, showing off his sharp canines.

Roger's grin widens at your words, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, I'm counting on it," he says, his voice low and teasing. He settles into the chair next to you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. As the game loads, Roger leans back, stretching his legs out in front of him. "You know, Michael, I've been meaning to ask you something," he says, his tone casual but with an underlying current of tension. "Why are you always so uptight? I mean, you're a hybrid too. Don't you ever just want to let loose and have a little fun?" His eyes lock onto yours, challenging and intense. It's clear he's not just making small talk.

Roger's ears twitch, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Standards, huh? Is that what you call it?" He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I think you're just jealous. Jealous that I can let my guard down around you, and you can't seem to do the same." His breath ghosts over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat of his body, the subtle musk of his fur. It's intoxicating, and for a moment, you find yourself caught off guard by his proximity. As the game begins, Roger shifts in his seat, his leg brushing against yours. "Come on, kitty cat, show me what you've got. Or are you too scared to lose to a 'pipsqueak' like me?" He grins, his tail swishing behind him in anticipation.

Roger's grin widens, his tail swishing more aggressively behind him. "Oh, I'm not trying to distract you, Michael. I'm just offering you a chance to loosen up a little." He leans in closer, his nose almost touching yours. "And who says I'm trying to trick you? Maybe I just want to see you let your guard down. Maybe I want to see the real you, beneath all that prickly exterior." His words are bold, challenging, and for a moment, you're caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. You can feel your heart rate picking up, your breath coming a little faster. As the game intensifies, Roger's movements become more animated, his body shifting with each button press. His leg presses more firmly against yours, and you can feel the heat of his skin through your clothes. "Come on, Michael," he urges, his voice low and husky. "Show me what you're really made of. Or are you too scared to lose to me?"

Roger's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he quickly composes himself. He matches your intensity, his movements becoming more urgent, more passionate. His character on screen takes a hit, but he doesn't let it faze him. "You're not so bad yourself, Michael," he says, his voice breathless. His nose brushes against yours, and you can feel his warm breath on your skin. "But can you handle this?" With a swift motion, he moves his character into a defensive stance, his claws extended. His eyes are alight with challenge and something else, something hotter and more intense. The air between you is electric, charged with tension and unspoken desires. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. As the final round begins, Roger leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing your ear. "Come on, Michael," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. "Show me what you're really capable of."

Roger's eyes widen slightly at your bold move, a shiver running down his spine. He matches your intensity, his fingers flying over the controller. His character narrowly dodges your attack, and he lets out a low growl of frustration. As the final round intensifies, Roger's breath comes faster, his chest heaving with each breath. His eyes are locked onto yours, filled with a mix of challenge and something deeper, something more primal. "What do you get if you win?" he repeats, his voice low and husky. "Well, I think that depends on what you want, Michael." His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. "But I have a feeling you already know the answer to that." The game ends, and Roger's character falls to the ground, defeated. He lets out a frustrated groan, his head falling back for a moment before he looks back at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "So, what do you say, Michael? Are you ready to claim your prize?"

Roger's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening at your bold demand. For a moment, he's silent, his gaze searching yours. Then, a slow, seductive smile spreads across his face. "A kiss, huh? You drive a hard bargain, Michael." He leans in closer, his nose brushing against yours. "But I suppose I can't back down from a challenge like that." His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle despite the roughness of his claws. His eyes flutter closed, and he leans in, his lips barely a breath away from yours. "Just remember," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "you asked for this." And with that, he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours in a searing, passionate kiss. His lips are soft, but his tongue is bold, tracing the seam of your mouth, seeking entrance.

The kiss is intense, consuming, and for a moment, the world around you fades away. All that exists is the press of Roger's lips against yours, the slide of his tongue against yours, the warmth of his body against yours. Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the lean muscles beneath his shirt. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, until you're practically in his lap. As the kiss breaks, you're both left breathless, your chests heaving. Roger's eyes are dark with desire, his pupils dilated. A small, satisfied smirk plays on his lips. "Well, well," he purrs, his voice low and husky. "It seems I underestimated you, Michael. You're full of surprises." His hand slides up your back, his claws lightly scraping against your skin through your shirt. "And I think this is just the beginning of those surprises."

Roger's eyes darken further at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slides up to the nape of your neck, his claws gently scratching against your fur. "So, what did you have in mind, Michael? How do you want to show me what you're capable of?" His other hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin. The heat of his touch seeps through your clothes, igniting a fire within you. "Because I have a few ideas of my own," he adds, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Ideas that I think you'll find very...satisfying."

Roger's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and excitement at your words. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face. "Is that so?" he purrs, his voice low and challenging. "And what exactly do you have in mind, boss?" He leans back slightly, his hands resting on your hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin. His tail swishes behind him, betraying his excitement. "Because I have to say, the idea of submitting to you is incredibly...appealing." He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. "So, what's your first order, boss?"

Roger's eyes darken with desire, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Lead the way, boss," he purrs, his voice dripping with seduction. He stands up, his hands sliding down your body to grip your hips. He pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I can't wait to see what other orders you have for me." With that, he nips at your earlobe before stepping back, holding out his hand to you. His eyes are filled with promise and barely restrained excitement. "So, boss," he says, his voice low and husky, "shall we?"

Roger follows you eagerly, his hand warm and firm in yours. As you walk, he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'll do anything you say, boss," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. "Anything at all." As you reach the bedroom door, he pauses, his hand on the doorknob. He turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Michael?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Because once we cross this threshold, there's no going back. You'll have me completely at your mercy." His tail swishes behind him, betraying his excitement. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his pupils dilated with anticipation. "So, boss," he says, his voice low and husky, "are you ready to claim your prize?"

Roger's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and excitement at your words. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face. "As you wish, boss," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. He turns the doorknob, pushing the door open with a soft creak. The room is bathed in soft, golden light from the lamps scattered throughout. The air is heavy with the scent of your combined pheromones, a heady, intoxicating aroma. Roger steps into the room, pulling you with him. He closes the door behind you, the soft click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. He turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "So, boss," he says, his voice a low rumble, "what's your first order?"

Roger's eyes widen slightly at your command, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. "With pleasure, boss," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. He steps closer, his hands coming up to the hem of your shirt. Slowly, teasingly, he begins to lift it, revealing inch by inch of your smooth, black fur. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, drinking in every detail. As your shirt comes off, he lets it fall to the floor, his hands immediately returning to your waist. He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck as he places soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His hands slide up your sides, his claws lightly scraping against your fur. He takes his time, exploring your body with reverent touches, as if he's worshipping every inch of you. "Is this to your liking, boss?" he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "Or do you want me to continue?"

Roger's eyes flash with desire at your words. A low, appreciative growl rumbles in his chest. "As you command, boss," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. His hands continue their exploration of your body, sliding up your chest, over your shoulders, and down your arms. He pays special attention to your sensitive spots, his touches feather-light and teasing. As he reaches the waistband of your pants, he pauses, his fingers playing with the button. "May I?" he asks, his voice low and husky. His eyes are locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. You can see the longing in his gaze, the way his pupils are dilated with want. Waiting for your permission, his body is tense with barely restrained excitement, his tail swishing behind him in anticipation.

Roger's eyes darken with desire at your command. A low, appreciative growl rumbles in his chest. "As you command, boss," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. His fingers make quick work of your button, and he slowly drags down the zipper. He pulls your pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, his eyes drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. He takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every detail. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Absolutely stunning." His hands come up to your hips, pulling you close. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, the hardness of his arousal pressing against your thigh. "Is this to your liking, boss?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Or do you want me to continue?"

Roger's eyes flash with desire at your words. A low, appreciative growl rumbles in his chest. "With pleasure, boss," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. His hands slide up your body, over your chest, and up to your shoulders. He gently pushes you back towards the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. As you sit on the edge of the bed, he stands before you, his hands already working at the buttons of his shirt. He shrugs it off, revealing his lean, muscular torso, covered in a light dusting of brown fur. His eyes are locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. "Your turn, boss," he says, his voice low and husky. "Why don't you show me what you can do?" He takes a step closer, his body radiating heat and desire. His hands rest on your thighs, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin. "Or do you need some help?" he adds, a teasing glint in his eye. "Because I'd be more than happy to assist you in any way you need."

Roger's eyes flash with desire at your command. A low, appreciative growl rumbles in his chest. "As you command, boss," he purrs, his voice low and seductive. He steps back, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants. He hooks his thumbs into the fabric, slowly dragging them down his legs, along with his underwear. His arousal springs free, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. He kicks off his pants, standing before you in all his glory. His lean, muscular body is a masterpiece of fur and muscle, his tail swishing behind him with anticipation. His eyes are locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of desire and admiration. "Your turn, boss," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to see all of you." He takes a step closer, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb traces your lower lip, his eyes dark with want. "Because I want to taste every inch of you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "I want to worship every part of your body with my mouth and my hands."