A Feral Pet (IrishWolf & wolventears)
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				Title: <strong>A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 04:10:29</strong>
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				“Looks like someone took a can opener to it” <br><br>The comment rang out, as Captain Torov Nyhus and the rest of his company of mercenaries from the Peace Corps, looked at the display, which showed the crash site of supply ship. There was a muffled thump, as a sergeant kicked whoever had spoken up, while the ship’s briefing officer just waited. A brief ripple of laughter ran through the hundred soldiers, before they all settled back down, awaiting the details of their next job. Hopefully, it would be easier than serving as company enforcers on a mining colony, which they were just coming off. <br><br>“Yes” said the sailor, “It does. This is the wreck of SS <em>Mechanic</em>. She was on a supply run to one of the armor regiments in the Corps, when she suffered engine failure. According to transmissions she sent out, they had to dump the core but it exploded close to the ship, forcing her into planet’s gravity well. We’re assuming the crew was killed on impact or died shortly after, we’re not picking up any signals from their implants. However, this could still be a rescue mission. Along with the parts, fuel, ammunition , food and medical supplies aboard, the cargo included sixty Genomorphs. We’re hoping at least some of them survived.” <br><br>“So just what is the mission” asked Torov.<br><br>“Headquarters” answered the briefer, “Wants you to secure the site, salvagers would love to pick the wreck clean. There will be a ship to recover the cargo in about a month or so, so we’ll drop you with enough food and ammunition to last at least two. Once recovery begins, your company will remain to provide security. You ground pounders are lucky, the ship crashed on a large island in the tropical zone, it will be a luxury vacation.”<br><br>“Real funny space squid!”<br><br>-----------<br><br>About an hour later, nearly a flock of suttles left the hulking body of the troop transport, as it drifted in orbit over the wreckage of SS <em>Mechanic</em>. Each was loaded with soldiers in combat gear, body armor and weapons, along with cases of food, emergency medical supplies and the gear they would need to set up a semi-permanent camp. Along with the troops, there was a small medical detachment, encase of survivors or injuries. Trails of fire traced across the morning twilight sky, as humans descended from the stars. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 02:23:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/204462_1373240727100_190_300_zpsrarznewm.png) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/RP%20pics/204462_1373240727100_190_300_zpsrarznewm.png.html)</div>Anya was a new variation of the genomorph subjects. Dr. Adam Winslow had been trying for quite some time to create the perfect creature, one who had the instincts of the animal, but looked more human than the rest. The perfect slave if you will, but, he was still missing something. <br><br>She along with the other two were close. They lacked the fur, having smooth satiny skin like a humans, but they still possessed the ears and tails of their animal counterparts. Hers being a brown wolf. <br><br>Her fur color went along with her hair, a light brown color with traces of red and blonde, the tip of her tail being that dirty blonde color that darkened and blended with the brown of her fur. <br><br>The other two were much the same, but one being part feline and the other an albino mouse. And being as special as they were, they were on that plane that had suffered engine failure. She didn't know where they were going or why, she was just to be used after all, but it had stopped before it began and when that plane crashed, her along with the others had been rocked to hell and back. <br><br>There had been sixty of them to start with, now, there was only twelve. And of course, she was the only remaining rarity in the group, the mouse having died on impact, her small stature meaning her death and the feline had suffered a wound so severe that after three days, it had grown infected and it had killed her. <br><br>The others, she shook her head at this, were useless. They couldn't fend for themselves, for food or to protect themselves. Fifteen had died because they had been attacked by local wild life. One mauled by some kind of four legged creature with horns and the others picked off by a pack of wolves. They however, left Anya alone. <br><br>And as she was a survivor it seemed, when she had caught her own deer, the others had looked at her with eyes too big for their faces, hunger so visibly there. She had begun hunting for them. <br><br>And it was on a morning hunt that she heard the shuttles land. Her tail waved behind her slowly as she backed into the darkened part of the forest, her ears flicking this way and that as they picked up the noises. <br><br>The clothes she wore, or what was left of them, a pair of jean shorts, muddy and bloody, and the tank top, ripped to just beneath her breasts, the strap over her right shoulder no longer a strap, were more for decoration at this point. And, for as much as she hated the memories and her smooth skin being the reason why they existed, she had a feeling these humans wouldn't be any different. Couldn't be any different than Edward. <br><br>A growl rumbled through her throat as she backed deep into cover. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 03:22:30</strong>
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				Torov didn’t brace himself, as the shuttle he was riding in set down on the beach but instead leaned forwards, moving with the rocking of the craft. As the ramp lowered, the safety harnesses released all across the cramped troop bay, letting the soldiers out of the small alcoves. Under the watchful eye of a sergeant, the platoon he was with disembarked, spread out in a loose semi-circle around the shuttle, ready to defend the landing zone if necessary. Something which every platoon was suppose to do but only the headquarters unit seemed to be pulling off. The infantry captain shook his head a little, as he reached up and opened a command channel on his radio, which was located inside the face concealing helmet. <br><br>“Just a reminder” he said, his voice carrying to each of his lieutenants and the sergeants, “Vacation doesn’t start until the site is secure.” <br><br>He almost laughed, as unheard sergeants began bellowing into their own radios, on squad channels, roaring in rage. Quickly, the whole company shook out into proper military fashion, two of the paltoons heading right for a large opening in the wreck side, while another two began to jog towards the surround treeline, or at least the local plantlife rather looked and seemed to grow like trees. His own platoon remained hunkered down on the breach, pulse rifles ready, should anyone start calling for backup.<br><br>One platoon seemed to be heading right towards Anya but began breaking up, first into squads and then into four man fire teams. In fact, most of them looked like they were going to angle right past her, save for one unit. However, the four soldiers were not all that attentive, none of them believe were was any danger here, just was just a crash site on a planet without any intelligent life. Once they swept the parameter, their helmets, breastplates, packs and weapons would be stacked under a few tents and they’d be enjoying the beach life for over a month. They just had to look like soldiers for a maybe an hour more. <br><br>That was until one of them, noticed a color that didn’t belong in a tropical forest. In a break in the bright green foliage, just a small patch in the thick brush, he noticed faded blue and white. By a lack of fate, he spotted one of the few clean spots on Anya’s jeans. Thinking it might be a flower of some sort, he didn’t even bother to call the rest of the fire team but instead slowed to a halt and reached into the brush, thinking to pluck the flower and have a better look at it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 03:45:32</strong>
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				Anya stood amidst the trees, her eyes taking every detail, every small thing. One four man group came her way, but it seemed they weren't looking very hard or were either terribly stupid and if they were anything like the humans she had interacted with, she'd guess the latter. <br><br>She froze, her body completely still as one human seemed to catch notice of something. He reached out for it. He wasn't moving with any kind of speed or hidden intention, but after what she had been put through, her mind immediately saw it as such. She reacted without thought, her hands, even though feminine and human looking, were razor tipped and one shot out, wrapping around his wrist. <br><br>With a snarl, she yanked the human forward as her other clawed hand shot forward and gripped him by the throat before throwing him to the ground. She stood over him, a foot beside each hip as she bent forward, her face close to his, her fangs flashing. 
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 04:04:35</strong>
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				The unfortunate foot slogger, who had noticed the patch of jeans in the brush, let out a yell, which echoed through his helmet comm, as a clawed but human looking hand grabbed his wrist. Before anything more coherent could escape his lips, he was yanked forwards, the razor nails cutting through his gloves and into his skin, grabbed by the throat and thrown. As he landed, his helmet, which hadn’t secured (given how much of a cakewalk this was suppose to be), went flying and left the soldier staring unfocused into the eyes of an angry Genomorph, although the fact was lost on the man, whose only thought was on wondering why he was having trouble breathing at the moment. <br><br>However the attack was not unnoticed. His three mate had heard the surprised yell and turned to find out what was the matter and him their comrade on the ground. By instinct, pulse rifles were up and ready for a shot but confusion from the sudden and unexpected attack kept most from firing or for call for help. That was, except for one soldier, who did fire before trying to figure out what was going on. Luckily, it was from the hip and the shot went wide, although having a hot blast of energy, leaving the smell of cooked ozen a few inches over one’s head, was not anyone definition was wide. Most people in Anya’s situation would have called such a shot too damn close. <br><br>The whine of the shot however, did rouse the rest of the soldiers. Comm channels buzzed with demands to know what was going on and who was shooting. Back on the beach, the headquarters platoon was already up and charging towards the treeline, Captain Nyhus leading the way, ready for action. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 01:53:01</strong>
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				The other three in this squad came to attention, rifles pointed at her. Then one shot at her. It missed, but it was too damn close for her liking. <br><br>Her legs bunched, ready to spring if needed and she looked at three men, her lips raised in a snarl and her throat vibrating with the deep growl she was emitting. <br><br>The man beneath her hadn't moved until then and since the other three had pointed weapons at her, his hands had gone to the wrist of her hand at his throat, his eyes bulging as she squeezed. <br><br>There could be only one reason these men were here and there was no way in hell she was going to go back into the hands of man.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 04:41:23</strong>
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				To say that the situation was unusual would have been an understatement. No one in the Peace Corps, had ever heard of a pet and thats what this creature was, even though she looked more human than most, attacking someone. It had just never happened. Which is why there weren’t any more shots, the soldiers weren’t really sure just what they should do. If she had been a wild creature, another human or an alien, they would have shot and not thought any of it but this was one of the cargo, they were suppose to secure. Genomorphs were expensive after all and there comrade was still alive, given the way he was trying to get her hand from his throat. <br><br>“Let him go” commanded one.<br><br>“Stop it” ordered another, thinking that she would obey, as her training should have made her.<br><br>When she didn’t, one stepped forwards, as if he was going to try to grab her but it was a ruse to keep her attention. Behind her, Captain Nyhus, moving stealthy. For a moment, the officer looked the situation over, before reversing the pulse rifle in his hands and stepping forwards. In one motion, he raised the weapon and brought the butt down towards her back, aiming for right between her shoulder blades. 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 05:37:27</strong>
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				At their orders her grip never loosened from around the humans throat. Then one took a step towards her. Only then did she let the human go, ready to pounce, but because she was to focused on the humans in front of her, she missed the human coming up behind her.<br><br>The butt of the rifle hit her between the shoulder blades. She yelped and fell forward, but rolled with it, slipping to the side. She sprung back to her feet and got in a defensive stance. <br><br>But little did she realize, she had rolled her back against the wall if the hill, nowhere to go and not enough time to get anywhere without being shot. But she wouldn't go easy. She couldn't.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 01:20:21</strong>
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				The soldier Anya had pinned coughed and gasped, as she was knocked off him, his hand clutching his throat, to protect the bruised flesh, as others stepped forwards and grabbed him, dragging him back. The rest of the headquarters platoon and the remaining fire team spread out into a semi-circle, trapping the wild Genomorph where she stood, with her back against the steep side of a hill. There wouldn’t be any escape for her, not unless she could break through them and given just how many could pile on top of her, if she tried, there was little hope. Still, for a moment, not a soul moved.<br><br>“Now what sir” asked one soldier.<br><br>“We’re suppose to secure any surviving morphs” said Captain Nyhus, his voice calm and steady.<br><br>“This one’s not right” commented another.<br><br>“A little wild perhaps” answered the company commander, as his handed over his rifle, side arm and combat knife, “But orders are orders.” <br><br>“Sir” asked the soldier, who was accepted his commander’s weapons.<br><br>However, Torov didn’t answer, he just started striding towards the Genomorph, his hands held ready. Unlike her previous victim , Anya wouldn’t be catching him by surprise, this would be a fight and one the larger, professionally trained soldier, had an advantage in. She might have instincts, claws and fangs but he had well honed skills. He would however, try one more time, to see if he didn’t have to lay a finger on her.<br><br>“Down girl” commanded Captain Nyhus, his voice a dominating force of authority. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 04:02:43</strong>
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				She stood in a defensive stance, keeping her eyes on all the men. They seemed not to know what to do with her. They all stood back, keeping their distance. All but one.<br><br>He came towards her slowly. His hands at the ready and his voice firm and full of power. He called to the wolf. This man was an alpha. She felt her shoulders relax, her body loosening at his tone, a tone she wanted to obey. <br><br>Her ears drooped slightly and her tail lowered, sashaying lightly behind her.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 04:19:16</strong>
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				Torov kept his eyes, bright intelligent green, although hidden behind the mark part of his helmet, squarely on the Genomorph, watching for the signs she would strike at him. To his mild surprise, after all her kind were suppose to obey, he noticed her shoulders slump slightly, her muscles relaxing, when he commanded her to simply be down. Maybe she wasn’t so wild after all or maybe she was more feral than he thought and this was some sort of trap. Either way, he had to continue trying to capture her unharmed if possible. <br><br>“Good” he said, his voice full of stern resolve, “Very good Girl. No one will hurt you, we’re here to help. Now down on your knees and submit.” 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 04:50:52</strong>
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				At his praise, calling her a good girl, her tail began to wag and her ears straightened as excitement filled her. Would he touch her, stroke her? She hadn't thought she'd like a humans touch, not after what Edward had done, but this human's might not be so bad. <br><br>Her lips tilted up in a slight grin and she did as he said, getting on her knees. Her hands laid on her thighs in a nonviolent manner. <br><br>That was until one of the others stepped forward, what looked to be a length of rope in his hands. Her ears lowered again and her lip raised as she bared her teeth, snarling at this one. She wouldn't allow this man to touch her without loosing a hand.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:18:37</strong>
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				Muscles tensed in Torov’s arms, when the wolf Genomorph suddenly barred her fangs, snarling. It only took a fraction of a second, to see she wasn’t reacting to him getting close but something behind and to the left. No doubt one of his men had attempted to approach with rope or a zip tie to bind her with. Without even looking, he held up one hand, gesturing the man back and then holding it open, so that he could toss the Captain whatever it was. <br><br>“No” he commanded, not looking away from Anya, pointing one finger at her, “That is not a good girl. No snarling. I want my good girl back. A good girl will let her hands be tied. No one but me will touch you. Now be a good girl.” 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:41:49</strong>
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				Her ears lowered as he scolded her, as if she were ashamed, but she couldn't be tied up. Bad things happened when she was.<br><br>She whimpered. "Please, don't tie my hands. I won't hurt anyone. Just don't let them touch me. I'll be good," she said in a low melodious voice. 
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 12:53:22</strong>
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				<em>Ah, so she can talk</em> thought the Captain, <em>Not that wild then</em><br><br>“They wont touch you” said Torov, his voice still commanding but now with a tone a reassurance, “Just me okay."<br><br>Taking that finally step forwards, he dropped down on one knee, to bring his face level with hers. Carefully and slowly, like he would with a strange dog, he reached up, letting her see every moment and lightly placed his free hand on the top of her head, lightly stroking her hair, before giving her ear a light caress. <br><br>“No one will hurt you” promised Torov, “But I do need to tie your hands. Just for a little while. If you can bare it, like a good girl, I’ll untie your hands, when the camp it up. Can I tie your hands?” 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 15:15:25</strong>
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				He lowered down in front of her on his knee and she got the first real look at him up close. The helmet was in the way but she was able to see the emerald of his eyes. A very pretty green that reminded her of the forest beneath the moonlight.<br><br>A hand lifted and she flinched slightly, awaiting a hit but instead he stroked her head. She breathed in deep, letting his scent fill her nostrils. It was slightly earthy, wild even, reminding her once again of the forest. <br><br>Her eyes closed at the touch and then his hand moved to her ear. She leaned into his touch as her tail lightly began thumping on the ground.<br><br>Her eyes slid open to look at him once more. She nodded lightly, holding up her hands. "Yes," she said in a whisper.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 01:48:01</strong>
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				“Thats a good girl” said Torov, smiling at the Genomorph, as she offered her hands to him. Keeping his movements slow and steady, he showed her the rope, before looping it around her wrists several times and tying it off. Her bonds were loose, she could have wiggled out of them in several minutes but not because he didn’t know knots. It was very plain, in the way he bound her, that he knew what he was doing, he was just trying to keep her as comfortable as she could be. When he was done, he reached up and stroked her ears again, for a few minutes.<br><br>“See” he said, standing up, a length of a rope still in his hand, “Not so bad huh?”<br><br>“Alright” said the Captain, turning his attention to the men around him, “Finish the sweep, I want this crash site secure!” <br><br>As if the spell was broken, the platoon split up, a couple of the squads joining the those moving through the brush, making sure there wasn’t any nasty waiting out in the wild around the beach. Other men moved back towards the landing zone, to set up tents and a supply depot. One only a minute, the Captain and the Genomorph were left alone.<br><br>“Do you remember your name” he asked, looking down at the wolf morph. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 16:22:56</strong>
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				The human tied her hands gently. Not to tight, but it felt secure enough that she'd really have to work at getting free if needed. Once finished, he stroked her ears again and if she were a feline, she would have been purring. <br><br>After standing, the human gave order to the others to secure the area the plane had fallen. The other genomorphs would be happy to see them, practically falling at their feet she was sure. When the others were gone to do their duties, that left her and the human alone. He looked down at her and asked her her name.<br><br>She nodded. She wouldn't be able to forget. Edward had always wanted her to know who she was, and while she had been in the facility, who she had belonged to. <br><br>He had always talked at her, not to her, using her name as if he were telling someone about her. Such as, "Anya has been a bad girl today. Anya must be punished," or, "Stupid wolf. Doesn't Anya know that she won't be able to eat again until she gets on her hands and knees?" That one she had heard too many times to count and when she had tried to defend herself, she had either been hit or shocked with the tazer at his hip. <br><br>"I am called Anya," she spoke softly. 
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>01-04-2015, 02:36:11</strong>
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				“Anya” said Captain Nyhus, nodding slightly, as if he approved. For a long moment, he just looked down at her, as if he measuring and evaluating everything he saw, noting the torn and worn clothing. It was plain she hadn’t just ran out into the brush when the shuttles came down, no, she had been out in the wild around the crash site several times at least, exploring at the very least. That was unexpected to say the least, most Genomorphs he knew of, would have hunkered down in the wreck and just waited for rescue, not even opening any of the emergency supplies, because there weren’t any humans around to tell them they could. This one however, looked like she had been eating but was it that she had scrounged around for open containers from the supplies in the ship or had she gone out to find local food? <br><br>“Alright Anya” he continued, “I am Captain Torov. You may stand up now and I want to know, why you attacked my man?” 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-04-2015, 04:17:43</strong>
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				She liked the sound of her name on his lips and the way his eyes slid over her, which was odd because she was sure he was just taking her in. <br><br>She met those green eyes as he asked his question. "He reached out to touch me, to grab. The only time I have been touched by man," she shook her head as the memories of Edward's touch came to the forefront of her mind, "it hurt. I have only known pain, so to stop that from happening again, I reacted by attacking first." A growl rumbled through her throat at the thought of what she had endured. 
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-04-2015, 06:44:49</strong>
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				Torov stood for a moment, looking down at the girl, as she explained that she had only ever been hurt by men. The poor thing. Although he had no idea the trials and plain she had experienced at the hands of Doctor Edward, he had enough first hand knowledge with bruised and battered Genomorphs. More than once he had been called in by some base quartermaster, to listen about a long list of damages done to some poor girl, when one of his soldiers tried out some acts, which would have gotten him or her arrested with a human partner. Some of those poor creatures had taken weeks in the med labs to heal fully. <br><br>Reaching up with the hand he wasn’t holding Anya’s rope with, he popped the seals on his helmet. With a single easy motion, he lifted the armor from his head. His black hair, cut short against his skull, seemed to shine a deep blue in the hot tropical sunlight. Square jawed, his nose was straight but strong, over which his green eyes dominated. His skin told a tail of a man, fair of skin but who had seen enough outside work to have a nice light tan.<br><br>“Well Anya” he said softly, reaching down and gently helping her to her feet, “No one will hurt you here, I promise.” 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-04-2015, 15:19:56</strong>
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				The human took of his helmet and she wasn't sure what she had expected but this one was quite atttractive. Those piercing green eyes but they went nicely with his dark hair. She had an urge to caress his jawline. She had never wanted to touch a human before but this one, he made her feel things. <br><br>He helped her to her feet and promised she wouldn't be hurt again. She could see the honesty of those words in his eyes. She smiled and dipped her head. <br><br>"Thank you, Torov," she replied, her hand on his forearm and unknowingly caressing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 02:47:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Its my pleasure” said Captain Nyhus, smiling softly, as he looked down at the Genomorph. The fact that she was touching him, her bound hands lightly caressing the arm holding the rope, not lost on him. He found it to be a good sign, seeing how she had been willing to choke someone else who might have touched her. With his free hand, he reached up and stroked the top of her head several times before the crackle of his comms, broke the quiet around them. <br><br>Taking his hand from her head, he pulled his helmet back on and listened as one of his lieutenants called in about finding more Genomorphs in the wreck of the supply ship. Genomorphs who were more than happy to see human males. A laugh escaped Torov, as the man he was talking to, tried to make a report, while fending off the attempts of one of the morphs to thank him, for coming to find her, from the sounds of it. Which meant she was either trying to smother him in kisses or trying to get into his pants. Although the man was able to tell him, that all of the survivors looked like they had been eating well<br><br>“So” said Torov, looked back at the more feral of the Genomorphs, “Was it you, who was keeping the rest of your kind fed, Anya?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 03:06:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could hear what was being said on the radio of his helmet. She rolled her eyes as the man was obviously trying to fend a genomorph off. They were glad to be rescued. <br><br>She nodded her head at his question. "The others didn't know how to hunt and the provisions on the plane had been lost in the crash. I knew how and did, so, I kept them fed," she said with a shrug. Besides, the deer she had taken down had been a weeks worth of food at a time and with no way to keep it fresh, it was either leave it to rot or give it to them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 01:47:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“They’re not suppose to know” said Torov, looking at the wolf morph with consideration, “How to hunt and you're not either Anya. Thats not a skill your kind is taught, which make me wonder how you knew it, although it seems to have saved your life. You’ll have to tell me sometime, although lets get back to camp first.” <br><br>Already the captain’s mind was working. Any thinking being, which had the instinct to kill, could be trained as a soldier. Something unheard of but it could say Anya’s life yet again. A Genomorph who would serve her or his purpose, weren't worth keeping, in the minds of the Peace Corps beancounters. There was a very good chance, she might just be put down or depending on who was in charge of getting rid of her, sell her on the black market, to someone who wouldn’t care if she wanted to have sex or not. If he could turn her into an asset, it might just extend her life, even if it was the unpredictable one of a mercenary. <br><br>Turning, he headed towards the bustling camp, which seemed to have appeared from the air. Large tents, with semi-ridged sides, big enough for fire team, seemed to have sprung from the ground, laided out by squads. The squads of each platoon formed squares, in the middle of which were set up kitchens and a smaller tent for the lieutenant. In the very middle of the camp was a large headquarters tent, a supply tent and good sized tent for the captain.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 02:08:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed behind him, unsure of how to tell him, or if she even should about how she knew how to hunt. But he had left it open for a late day. She wondered though why this man was being so kind to her. None of the others had been, what made this one different?<br><br>Edward had been the worst, but the others had either looked down at her and the others or looked at them like they were pieces of candy. She hadn't liked that whatsoever. But after clawing one man in particular, the others had never tried to touch her again. <br><br>They had touched the mouse and cat, but never her. But that was why Edward had started taizing her. If she was full of electricity, she was unable to really get a good grip on anything, and he had said when the volts slammed through her body, she became unbelievably tight. She growled at the memory. <br><br>She had seen one of the male scientists touching and caressing the mouse, soft moans and gasps of pleasure coming from her. So, she knew that sex could be pleasurable. But the man who had gotten clawed, had grabbed her roughly, yanking on her tail to pull her back to him and Edward, well, he had never had a soft gentle touch. <br><br>He had just used her body to get his own orgasm and once he had, he had pulled out of her and left her laying on the floor, sore and hurting. <br><br>She looked up and around when the large tents came into view. Sounds of movement and bodies here and there, along with the smells of all the men and genomorphs filled her senses. She walked a little faster, getting closer to the human. Her hands rested against his back.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 03:34:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov smiled as he walked through the camp. The patrols he had sent out had come back, with nothing to report from the surround area. At least for now, the site was safe and the men had started to relax. All around, mercenary soldiers were taking off body armor and lying down their weapons, some stripping down to nothing, so they could jump into the nearby tropical waters. Other were stripping down for more pleasurable reasons, as the rescued Genomorphs mingled among them. A chuckle built in his throat, at the moans coming out of more than one tent.<br><br>He didn’t notice at first, given that he was still wearing his body armor but after a little while, he noticed a slight pressure against his back, as he escorted the feral Genomorph through the camp. Glancing back, he noticed the wolfgirl had closed the distance between them and it looked like she was touching him, as if being around humanity (or maybe it was just men) was frightening to her. Of course, that didn’t explain why she had chosen to touch him for comfort, instead of trying to flee. <br><br>Pondering those thoughts slightly, he made his way to the center of the camp and ducked into his tent, holding the flap open, so that she could duck in behind him. Inside was rather spartan but it was a field tent. There was a low laying cot, a small folding desk, with matching chair, a lamp and a chest, for his spare uniforms and personal effects. His rifle was also there, leaned against the desk, no doubt brought back by the soldier he had tossed the weapon to. Tossing his helmet in the cot, he turned around to face the morph.<br><br>“Well” said Torov, “If you can go incident free until lunch, I’ll untie your hands but lets set a few ground rules. No leaving the camp. No attacking my men. Until we work out something better, you’ll sleep in here, I’ll have a bed roll brought in. if someone bothers you, you come right back here and tell me, do not deal with any problems on your own. Do you understand?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 06:28:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She ducked under the flap of the tent he lifted for her. She took in every detail, from the small desk and chair, the lamp and chest which probably held his clothes and such, and the rifle leaning against the desk. <br><br>She felt kind of lost when he turned around and she had to take her hands away from him. He spoke to her though and that deep voice rolled over her. <br><br>She felt her heart begin to race with excitement at the idea of sleeping in his tent, so close to him. She didn't care about the other things. His men or even leaving. If she stayed with him, she'd be okay. She'd be safe. <br><br>She dipped her head in acknowledgement. "Yes, Torov," she said lightly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 19:44:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Good” said Torov, reaching up and giving one of the wolf morph’s ears a light scratch.Gesturing her to sit on the cot, he began undoing the straps and buckles for his armor. It was plain, he wasn’t even thinking about the order in which, he needed to undo all the connections holding his body armor together. It was just something he had done for so long, it was little more than instinct now. After a minute, he lifted the heavy breast and back plates off, the materials thick enough to stop the blast of a pulse laser and still leave him alive and uncooked, and set them down near the desk. <br><br>Looking back at the girl, as he pulled off his uniform jacket, revealing a plain white undershirt, the black fabric much to warm for this tropical beach, he frowned a little. Not so much at her but at her clothing, or rather the almost lack of clothing. While she had made it clear she wasn’t interested in anything physical, her torn clothing made her look like a hooker in the back alleys of some city. While there were other Genomorphs for such urges, there were only twelve of them, for the nearly one hundred and fifty mercenaries. Mistakes could happen, if someone misread the signals. <br><br>“I’m going to untie your hands early” said the captain, stepping over and doing as he said, “But I’m going to need you to take off your clothes. I’ve got some spares you can wear but we’ll need to modify them a little.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 02:37:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She took a seat on the cot like he had motioned to and then her eyes widened slightly as he began taking off his armor. She usually freaked out when a man began taking off his clothes in front of her, but she found herself slightly excited to see what was beneath.<br><br>He was still in his pants and boots and as he pulled the chest and back plate off, he revealed a white undershirt that clung to his muscular frame. But he didn't move to take off anything else and she had to hold back a whimper.<br><br>He looked at her and frowned and she had the sudden urge to make him smile. Her head tilted as he spoke. Her heart began to race.<br><br>She held her hands up for him as he untied them. "Undress?" she asked him. Then he explained that she's be changing clothes. She nodded. "If that is what you want, I will do as such."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 21:42:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov had to hold back a smile, as he gave the wolf morph a speculative glance before turning to walk over to his chest. She would do what he wanted huh? He was more than half tempted to order her to strip down and stay that way. If she had been more like the others they had found, eager and willing, he would have given in to that temptation but his personal honor (and the desire to have a peaceful time babysitting the shipwreck), kept that thought in his head and away from his tongue. <br><br>Instead, he opened up the chest and pulled out one of the plain, standard issue undershirts. He was a bit larger then she was but that wouldn’t be too much of a problem shirt wise. It would be the pants they would have to work on. Not only would the legs need to be trimmed, so she wouldn’t be tripping over herself but her tail would pose a problem. In clothing given to morphs, there would be a little slot in the back for the tail, which a small buckle to hold them up. His pants (and indeed all of the pants with their mercenaries), didn’t have that convenience. he would have to cut a slit but she would have to be wearing them first, to make sure it was in the right spot. Hopefully a belt would keep the pants in place, once he was done. <br><br>Pulling out the black cargo pants and a belt, he turned, looking to see if she was undressed or if he was going to get a little show.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 11:46:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart was racing, but she did as he had said, just purely unable not to. She stood as he walked to the chest and grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants. <br><br>She gripped the torn tank top and pulled what was left up and over her head, exposing her large, round, and perky breasts. Her nipples pebbled as he turned, those green eyes on her.<br><br>Her hands went to the waste of her shorts. She unbuttoned and unzipped, then sliding her hands to her waist, she slid the dirty ruined fabric down her legs, nervously slow. Once at her feet, she stepped out of them.<br><br>From the neck down, she had no hair on her curvy, toned body, minus the fur of her tail. Her mound was deliciously smooth.<br><br>She looked up at him, a slight blush heating her cheeks. Would he touch her?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 21:20:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a glorious sight that greeted the Captain, as he turned to face the wild Genomorph. Full, perfectly formed breasts, each topped with a hard nipple, both of which seemed to call out to him. Begging him to caress and fondle, to tease those perky nipples, toy with the pleasure buds with light pinches and gentle tugs from his teeth. He could already feel the warm weight of those large breasts in his hands, even as she slide the ripped shorts off her curvy hips, revealing a smooth sex. Blood pounded in his ear and fire stirred in his loins, as desire surged through his veins. God help him, he wanted with goddess of a wolf morph, he wanted to bend her over his cot, fill her with his cock, grab her breasts and give her the best fuck either one of them had ever had. <br><br>“Alright” said Torov, drawing a deep breath, tossing the shirt on the bed and placing the pants in Anya’s hands, with the belt, “Put these on and I’ll cut them to fit you.” <br><br>Still working on getting his desire under control, he stepped back, letting her slip the pants on before he stepped behind her. Without a word, he dropped to one knee, drawing a knife. It wasn’t the combat blade, which he was still wearing, sheathed at the small of his back&nbsp; but a simple pocket knife. Grasping the waistband of the pants, near the base of her tail, his fingertips brushing against her skin, he pulled the garment back a little. The slight stir of his breath, tickled the small of her back, as the sound fabric being quickly sliced, filled the air for a&nbsp; second.<br><br>“There” he said, letting go, the small notch he had cut, letting her tail wag freely, “Put the belt on and we’ll get the legs trimmed.” <br><br>There was a grin on his lips, as he glanced down, to where her feet were covered by the long legs of his pants. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 01:48:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She took the pants and she slipped them on. They weren't too bog but hung slightly around her wide hips. <br><br>He knelt behind her and cut a hole in them to pull her tail through and as odd as it was, she liked the feel of his hand on her tail and she shivered slightly as his fingers brushed against her skin. <br><br>When he finished, she slipped the belt in the loops and secured it around her waist before she looked down. She couldn't see her feet at all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 01:16:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Alright” said the Captain, standing as she slipped the belt around her waist, “This will be a little easier if you sit down.”<br><br>He stepped back, the knife in hand, letting Anya sit on his cot again. The fire in his loins, which had been reduced to smoldering coals, threatened to burst into flames once again, as once again, he was given a full frontal view of the lovely Genomorph. For a moment, his eyes lingered on her breasts, watching the full, lush orbs rising and falling with her breathing. Silently cursing about her past unpleasant experiences, he again dropped to one knee, this time in front of her. <br><br>With a gentle but firm hand, he grasped one of her calfs, lifting her foot off the ground and placing it on his knee. Carefully, he tugged on the fabric, making sure she had enough, before he started cutting the pants, so the new, slightly ragged hem fell just above her ankle. Repeating the process with her other leg, he nodded to himself, before standing up. <br><br>“Okay” said Torov, his eyes drawn to her chest again, “You can put the tee shirt on.” <br><br>“Now what to do with you” he half muttered to himself. It was still a couple of hours until the midday meal, after which he was going to let her wander around the camp. He may have untied her hands but he was going to stick with her needing to behave until lunch before she was going to be able to be unsupervised.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 01:30:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat on the cot once more and she felt her heart begin to pound even harder as he knelt before her. He was in perfect line with her chest and she had an urge, one she had never had before, to bring his head to her chest. Let him rain kisses over her breasts and lick over her nipples. Maybe even bite and nibble. <br><br>She had never had those urges before. <br><br>He picked her foot up and placed it against his knee before cutting the pants just above her ankle. She really wished she wasn't wearing these pants at the moment, wanting to feel those hands against her smooth skin. <br><br>He stood and her eyes followed him, tracing over the hard torso beneath the undershirt. She grabbed the shirt and not taking her eyes off him, slipped her arms in the holes and pulled it over her head. <br><br>Her head tilted in curiosity at his mumbled words, most likely not speaking loud enough for another to hear but being part animal, her hearing was sensitive, and she heard it. What was he going to do with her though?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 02:24:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was like a breath of cold air, shocking his system, as Anya pulled the shirt on. It was a little easier to control his hot blooded desires, now that he wasn’t looking right into her bosom. All the thoughts of what he wanted to do with her body, began to slip to the back of his mind, letting him think. Looking about the tent, he noticed the stack of papers on his desk, the daily need for him to look over and sign things for the company. He also noticed the data pad sitting half buried under the paperwork. He had a rather large and varied collection of books stored on the thing, along with several learning programs, for the times he needed to get some alien being to be able to communicate. <br><br>“Can you read” Torov asked, looking back at the lovely little morph, wearing his clothing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 06:45:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was smoothing the shirt along her belly, engulfed in the earthy scent that was him. She glanced up and met those gorgeous green eyes. <br><br>"I can read somewhat basic things. The man who was in charge of me," she growled the last bit out, "had other things on his mind to teach me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 07:43:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn’t help but wonder what other things, whomever had hurt Anya, had wanted her to learn. At least some of it, had been sexual, that he could guess but had it been cruelty for cruelty’s sake or had there been other twisted goals? Well, some questions were best left unasked, at least for now, given the growl she let out. He did want to let her roam about the camp and provoking her to violence wouldn’t do anyone any good. <br><br>“Okay” said the Captain, stepping over the desk and sliding out the data pad, “I’m going to teach you some skills, which will make you valuable, at least in the eyes of the Corps. But you're going to need ,to be able to read, more than just the basics.” <br><br>Tapping on&nbsp; the pad a few times, as he crossed back to the cot, he brought the learning program up. Setting it to test mod, he handed it over to the morph, so it could judge her abilities. He gave her a confident smile, as if to say that he believed that she could pick this up with ease. Going to his deck again, he said down and began to fill out all of his work for the day, something military discipline and the bean counters needed him to do every day, even on this little vacation. Outside, the sounds of men enjoying themselves in the tropical sun drifted about, as minutes began to tick away, moving towards the lunch hour.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 12:55:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and took the pad and sat back on the cot. She crossed her legs up and under herself, getting comfortable. She swipped over the screen, glancing up as he walked to his desk, watching his strong backside move under the clothes.<br><br>When he sat and began doing his paperwork, she turned her attention back to the pad and began going through the test program.<br><br>It was a basic program to evaluate what she knew. What she did wasn't a lot by any means, but she had stole some books and what not to teach herself at night when she was supposed to have been asleep. <br><br>Like she had said, she knew the basics, it was when the words got larger that she had to stop and really think. But all the same, her tail was repeatedly slamming softly on the cot, her excitement for being able to learn filling her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 01:07:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov couldn’t help the smile, as the sound of a wagging tail grew inside his tent. Glancing up from his paperwork, he almost laughed, when he saw Ayna sitting on his cot, legs tucked under her, tail thumping against the bed, as she concentrated on the data pad. Shaking his head a little in amusement, he turned back to the dull forms. By the time the sun had reached its zenith, the smell of cooking bread and stew began filtering into the tent. Before long, the sound of a ringing bell was heard and the call to lunch, had been sounded. <br><br>The Captain looked up from his completed work and some of the papers he had started on for tomorrow, right before the rumble of hunger his stomach let out. That was enough for the day, he decided, setting down his pen and standing up. <br><br>“Come with me Anya” said Torov, as he ducked out of the tent and headed for the nearby kitchen. Already there was a line of men, with the other morph mixed in, each waiting for the cooks to fill a bowl and pass it out, along with a slice of fresh bread. Normally there would have been an officer’s mess but not in a field camp like this. Instead the mess attendants for the officers were mixed in with the company’ cooks, working hard to get the food out quick.<br><br>He stepped into the line, which other soldiers were still joining, pressing close.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 01:27:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been able to smell the cooking food for quite some time but had been so engrossed with the learning program, she hasn't made a move to get up from that. Then the sound of Torov's stomach rumbling reached her ears and she glanced up.<br><br>Then he was standing and telling her to go with him. She switched the pad off and laid it down on the cot then followed him out. <br><br>There were a lot of men and genomorphs mixed in. She followed close behind him, her hand once again on his back as she took in her surroundings. She had learned that it did her well to know every exit and possible obstacle around her.<br><br>She kept quiet as he led her to the eating area, a line with his men and genomorphs in it. She pressed in close to his back, her breasts pressing flush against him.<br><br>Her ears twitched as someone stepped in behind them, his boots crunching on the ground. "That the wolf morph that attacked Hendricks, sir?" the man asked Torov.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 01:55:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing sucks more, then waiting in line, which one’s stomach attempted to devour one’s own backbone. However, Torov did have a pleasant diversion from the waiting. He could feel the lovely wolf morph pressed against him, those full breasts squished against his back. Now if only they weren’t dressed and she was rubbing against him, those hands on his back, slipping around to grasp his manhood, while she whispered her desires for him. <br><br>A reprieve from those thoughts arrived, just before his growing erection, would have become noticeable. Someone from behind asked about the wolf girl clutching at his back, if she was the one who had jumped the unfortunate soldier, when they first arrived. The Captain turned his head, looking back over Anya, to the man who had asked the question. <br><br>“Yes” he said, his voice unconcerned, “She was a little startled this morning but I’ve got her under control.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 03:22:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov didn't say any more than that she was startled this morning to the man who had asked. She glanced up at him. She'd like it much more if he indeed did have her under him in his control.<br><br>She looked down, a blush heating her cheeks before laying her forehead against his back. Where had that thought come from?<br><br>The man chuckled. "I think you may have yourself a genomorph after this, sir. I had heard she was very temperamental and somewhat violent. But she looks to be totally at ease with you," he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 03:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov chuckled softly, at the comments made soldier. Reaching back over his shoulder, he gave the wolf girl’s ears a light rub, from where she was pressing her face against his back. The poor thing. Although he couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t have believed anyone telling him she was blushing at the thought of him controlling her. Moving his hand a little, he gave the top of her head a slight pat. <br><br>“Oh she’s a good girl” he said, “Like I said she was just startled. Surviving a crash can rattle anyone. I wouldn’t be surprised to find all the girls now have little quirks. As for me keeping her, maybe, if the Corps will sell.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 03:59:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tailed began wagging behind her at his pets and words. "I think she'd like that, sir," the other man said. <br><br>They had moved up in line and soon they were at the serving table. "One for the morph as well, captain?" the man asked as he filled a bowl for Torov and handed it to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-05-2015, 20:08:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well they all need feeding” said the Captain, his tone light but the look on his face, seemed to reflect his inner thoughts about how that was stupid question. Noticing that the wolf morph still had her hands and breasts, pressed firmly against his back, he took the second bowl in his free hand and stepped down the table, getting two slices of thick bread and spoons before they were out of the line. With a quick glance around, he started walking down towards the beach, where the truck of a rather large tree lay, half buried in the sand. No doubt, given the ragged base of the fallen giant, it had been smashed by the crash of the spaceship.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-05-2015, 01:21:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept close to him and soon, they were walking down away from the others. He lead her down towards the beach and as they reached a fallen tree that looked pretty banged up, she backed off him some to take a seat. <br><br>Her tail thumped on the ground lightly. She could smell the stew, every herb and spice and it was the first cooked food she had had in a little less than a month. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 01:59:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov smiled at the wolf girl, as he sat down on the tree. Placing one of the bowls on his lap, the thick slice of bread balanced on the rim, he patted the tree next to him, inviting her to sit with him. Although his nose was not as good, the smell of the food filled his sense of smell. It was not the normal fare for the mercenaries. Someone must have either begged or bartered to get the spices and the beer, if he had seen the label on several of the crates correctly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 03:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She went and sat next to him on the fallen tree, her tail still wagging, and now thumping on the wood. <br><br>Since she had been in this human's company, her tail had been wagging quite frequently. She had forgotten what it was like to be happy and cheerful. Well, actually, she couldn't remember a time that she had been, honestly. <br><br>She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his green and she smiled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>09-05-2015, 22:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov smiled back at the tail wagging morph, as she sat next to him. Gesturing for her to take the bowl from his lap, he relaxed against the comfort offered by the fallen tree’s natural seat and began to eat. The company’s cooks had really outdone themselves today, although that might be from an understanding that the rescued pets from the crash would need an extra good feeding. No matter the reason, the Captain savored his stew and fresh bread, until his bowl was empty and the last of the crust was gone. <br><br>Standing, he stretched his tall, muscled frame before setting the bowl on the truck. Without a word, he kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt from his shoulders. Old scars dotted his torso in a random pattern but the center of his back was dominated by a tattooed skull, with a combat knife driven in the top. Above and beneath the skull was written, Mess with the Best, Die like the Rest. On his right bicep, the Peace Corps logo was inked and on the left was the unit badge for the 225th Light Infantry Regiment. <br><br>Placing the shirt on the log, he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. Thrusting his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, he pushed those off his hips and stepped from the small pile of clothes. Scooping them up, he tossed pants and boxers on top of his shirt, before yanking off his socks, leaving him standing naked and unashamed in front of Ayna. <br><br>“Go for a swim” he asked, looking at the wolf girl for a moment, before turn and walking with long legged strides, to the warm waters of shallow tropical sea. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-05-2015, 05:05:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She ate the stew, having to slow herself often. It had been a long time since she had eaten cooked food, much less anything cooked well and she had Edward to thank for that. She was spooning up her last bite when Torov stood and after putting his empty bowl down took off his shirt.<br><br>The spoon stopped halfway to her mouth as her eyes feasted upon the hard muscular torso. Then he slid off his pants and she found herself gulping when his thumbs hooked in his boxers and he pushed them down and stepped from them, standing naked before her.<br><br>Her blue eyes trailed up to his face as he spoke. Then he was turning and walking down to the water. The wolf in her instantly obeyed, putting her own bowl down, she stood and pulled her own shirt over her head. Then she undid the belt and slipped out of her own pants. <br><br>She followed him down to the water, her tail sashaying behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 23:09:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a pleasant and easy stroll from where they had taken lunch. The camp and the crash itself was nearly on the beach of fine red sand. The tropical sun was bright and warm, turning the surface of the sea into a glistening white reflection, broken only by the gentle lapping waves, stirred up by the gentle wind. Nor were they the only ones thinking of going for a swim, indeed, at least a score of mercenaries and at least one morph were in the water already, all naked, like their captain and Anya. <br><br>Torov hadn’t looked back, by the time he had reached the surf. He hadn’t ordered the genomorph to come along and she did have free range of the camp now. Instead he strode into the waves, each step bring him deeper into the warm embrace of the ocean. When he reached hip height, he dove, plunging beneath the surface and using his strong arms to carry him out, past the point where his feet would touch bottom, in a single breath. <br><br>Popping his head out of the water, he drew in a deep breath and shook his head, clearing the water from his eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 23:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anya watched as the human male who was so truly nice to look at, clothed and without as he was now, stepped into the water. She followed after him, glancing only for a moment at the others in the water before her attention turned back to Torov, the water now reaching his hips. <br><br>He dove beneath the water. He dissapeared beneath it's crystaline surface and immediately panic took hold of her. She hasn't been in water, other than to bathe, but the fear of once again being left to human males and not her own, overrode that. <br><br>Without thought, she took off into the water after him. It slowed her down but as she whined and pushed forward, it soon came up to mid torso, then as he popped up out from beneath the water, her feet could no longer reach the floor and she went under. <br><br>Panic even greater than before kicked in and she began to flail beneath the waters surface, every so often her head breaking the surface, only for her to duck in a breath but only as she went under again, causing the fluid to fill her lungs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 23:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the water cleared from Torov’s eyes and ears, he found a most distressing scene before him, as he looked back towards the beach. Apparently Anya had tried to follow him into the deeper water, without the ability to swim and now threashed, trying desperately to keep her head above the surface. Even as he starting moving back towards her, the little wolf girl slipped beneath the waves, it looked for the last time. Without thinking, he dove after her, plunging through the ways, until he all but slammed against the struggling Genomorph. Wrapping his arms around her, he hild her close and forced the both of them to the surface, his strong legs pushing the pair until both of them could breath again. <br><br>As the Captain shook his head slightly and opened his eyes with a deep breath, he found that the way he had grabbed Anya, had planted his face right between her breasts. However, this happy, wonderful discovery, was not processed mentally, at that moment, as he look upwards, to see if she was breathing or if she would need him to attempted a heimlich maneuver or carry her to shore, for more drastic medical help. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 02:57:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A hard body collided with her under the water, strong arms circling around her and as they broke the surface, she gasped for air and sputtered. She looked down and her human looked up at her, his face between her breasts. And oddly enough, that felt really good. <br><br>But for the time being, joy at him holding her close enveloped her and she started squirming slightly in his arms, until she was able to slide down his body, her breasts smashed against his chest and her sex pressed against his cock as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her face into the crook as she breathed deep, letting oxygen fill her lungs once again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 18:58:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Relief ran through Torov, as his wolf girl proved she hadn’t drowned, as she wiggled down his body and grabbed him. Those full breasts were pushed against his muscled chest, as her hips rubbed against his own, while her&nbsp; wonderful legs wrapped around him. If this had been any other of the rescued Genomorphs, he would have smacked her ass and taken her back to shore, so she could deal with his suddenly growing erection. Instead, he was mentally fighting his arousal, as he tried to keep his mind off the way her breasts felt against him, with each one of the deep breathes she was taking. <br><br>While trying to keep himself from getting hard, the Captain , kicked back slowly, until his feet touched the soft sand bottom of the warm tropical sea and he was able to step back far enough that his shoulders were above the surface. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, helping to hold her up, while his free hand slowly ran up and down her back, in a comforting stroke of reassurance and safety. <br><br>“You're alright” he whispered, “You're alright. Thats my girl, you’re okay.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-05-2015, 16:32:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>That's my girl.</em> Those words had her tail wagging beneath the water, sashaying from side to side as he held her, his hand rubbing up and down her back. <br><br>She relaxed completely against him and if he had tried anything, she wouldn't have been able to deny him. She wouldn't want to. This man could do anything, she realized, and she had a feeling it would never be painful for her, but enjoyable. <br><br>Every caress and stroke. Every nibble and lick. Heat filled her core and moisture pooled between her legs, but he wouldn't be able to feel it since they were in the water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-07-2015, 23:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Thats my girl” said Torov again, feeling the lovely morph relaxing against him, her terror diminished, “See, your fine now. You’ll be okay with me, I promise.”<br><br>Still rubbing her back, he lifted the wolf girl higher, until he could nearly rest his chin on her bosom, as he took several more steps back towards the shore. His mind was desperately trying to focus on anything but the feel of her body against him and finally, he was able to conjure the mental image of his grandmother, to calm the fires of desire. After several minutes, he was in a state, which would allow him to set her down on her own feet, without Anya being able to feel his arousal.<br><br>“Why did you go so far”: he asked, his tone gentle, as her feet touched the sand, “If you can’t swim?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-07-2015, 16:26:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face heated in embarrassment as he asked that question. "You dove and I panicked. I didn't want to be alone, so I tried to go after you." She blushed darker. "The fact that I cannot swim didn't matter." <br><br>She did find herself growing even more aroused however, since every step he took caused his cock to rub and slide against her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-07-2015, 23:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh Anya” the mercenary officer half chuckled, shaking his head a little in amusement. Reaching up with one of his hands, he lightly began to scratch the morph girl’s wolfish ears, like he could have with a loyal dog girl or one of the canines whose DNA had help to create the morphs. However, he couldn’t completely relax the deep blush across her cheeks, was making the already lovely morph, even more attractive and it wouldn’t take more than a few errant thoughts, before his cock would spring back to full strength. Not to mention, if he slipped and started concentrating on those full breasts rubbing against his chest.<br><br>“Don't you worry” he continued, still scratching her ears, “I wont leave you, I promise, even if I’m out of sight.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-07-2015, 00:42:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes closed and she leaned her head into his hand as he scratched her ears. She placed her forehead against his collarbone and nodded. Her hands were on his chest, the thumb of her right hand stroking and caressing. <br><br>She pulled back and looked at him, into those green eyes, her head tilted like a curious dog's might. "Why are you being so kind?" she asked him. She was genuinely curious. But then again, she wasn't used to this. This was new to her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-07-2015, 01:37:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The effort of will Torov was using, should have won him a gold metal, had it been an event at a sporting competition. The perfectly natural desire, as the beautiful and naked wolf girl pressed herself against him, to wrap her up in his arms and kiss her, burned within him. But he was able, at least for now, to resist, simply scratching her ears, until she pulled back and looked up at him with bright green puppydog eyes. He just couldn’t help it then, he felt the sudden surge of blood, making his manhood swell and throb several times, before he got himself back under control again. God in his heaven, he was going to have to get laid tonight, hopefully one of the other morphs would be free, given Anya’s history with sex. <br><br>“Because” said the mercenary, “I like morphs and you're being cute helps.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-07-2015, 01:46:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the sudden pressure against her aching sex. It caused her heart to race and her ears to lower, but not in a threatened manner, but one of total relaxation. If he just lifted her and moved his hips slightly, he would slip into her wet heat. But then a blush spread across her cheeks, her face heating. She looked down, then back up at him through her long eyelashes. <br><br>"Thank you, Torov. For being so kind," was all she could say. She had never wanted sex until now, so she didn't even know how to ask about it, or for it at that matter. And with his naked form pressed up tightly to her own, the firm muscles against her soft curves, it was hard not to think about. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-07-2015, 02:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov was getting to the limits of his endurance. If he didn’t find some way to untangle himself from Anya, he was going to have to pick her up and carry her into the surf, before set her down on all fours and taking her until she howled in pleasure. But with what she had said, he couldn’t do that, he wouldn’t force her to sate his desires. No, he needed to get some breathing room, get some space to let his arousal fade and he couldn’t do that with her impressive breasts pressed against him.<br><br>“You don’t need” he said, his tone gentle, “To thank me Anya. Now, go frolic in the shallows.”<br><br>Giving her smile, the mercenary stepped back a little and grasping her hips, turned her around, so the wolf girl was facing the shore. Unable to help himself, he quickly gave her a light, playful pat on the rump, before pushing off the bottom, sending him backwards towards the deeper water. Doing the backstroke, he watched her, making sure she followed his orders to go in, towards a safer place for her to play in the water. When he was sure she was obeying, he turned over and slipped beneath the surface, to enjoy some calming swimming. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-07-2015, 03:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, but she wanted to thank him. So much. But she had never gotten that far in her training, always aggressive towards the other human males, trying to defend herself. So, she didn't even know the first thing about servicing him.<br><br>But she did as he wanted, although the pat on her bottom surprised her, but sent tingles of need to her sex, even more moisture pooling between her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She looked at him over her shoulder and did as she was told, going to the shallows. As he swam away, diving beneath the water again, the panic threatened to come back up, but she fought it down when he popped back up. <br><br>She decided to do as he had said and play a little when she found a fish darting in and out of the rocks and sand beneath her feet. She darted this way and that, jumping up and slapping at the blue liquid, her breasts 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-07-2015, 19:33:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				These warm, tranquil waters, of this alien world, did wonders for Torov. Muscles, tight from his concentration moments before, relaxed, as his strong form slipped through, under and over the small waves. Now and then, he would pause, checking on the wolf girl from the deeper water. A smile crossed his face, as he watched her playing, looking like she was chasing something, perhaps some small creatures, the kind which would be found in the shallows of every planet’s oceans. When he felt relaxed and refreshed, he swam back, slow and easy, until he could have crawled on hands and knees and still kept his head out of water. <br><br>Standing, the mercenary officer easily strolled from the surf, turning to look over at Anya. He considered calling her from the water but figured he’d let her play and besides, she would follow him, he was sure of that. So instead he walked up the beach, tiny rivers of seawater racing down him, along the lines of his muscles, glittering in the bright, tropical sun, until he gotten past the fine white sand and reached a large patch of moss-like planets, soft and feathery. As there were no towels yet, he would dry in the sun before getting dressed.<br><br>Stretching, hands reaching for the sky, he cracked and popped joints, before laying down on the moss, eyes closed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-07-2015, 01:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anya was busy trying to get her hands on that fish that she didn't notice Torov leaving the water at first. But when she looked over to check if he was still there in the deeper water and he was not, her heart began to race. The sound of water being tread reached her ears and she looked in that direction.<br><br>She let out a sigh of relief as she saw him walking out of the water, water sliding down his strong backside, the rivulets tracing over the curves of those muscles. Her tail began wagging behind her as she watched. Then, without thought, she began following him, her tail still wagging leisurely behind her. <br><br>He stopped and after stretching and cracking some joints, he laid on a bed of moss, his body looking utterly relaxed as his eyes closed. She walked up to him, her feet treading silently and softly before laying beside him on her belly, her tail sliding between them and every so often flicking over the skin of his thigh softly. She folded her arms beneath her head and her own eyes closed, once in her life feeling like she didn't have to be constantly aware and on her toes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-07-2015, 02:24:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the first soft touch of the tail, which made the mercenary open his eyes. A warrior for hire, he had been trained and then honed in the field, to react to slight changes. For a moment, he lay still, not wanting to alert the thing, which had touched him. And then, he felt and saw the thing touch him again, the tail. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes again, drifting pleasantly back into a light doze, as the sun circled overhead. <br><br>The second time he opened his eyes, was when his skin started to feel hot. Knowing that a sunburn was starting to form and that he was dry, Torov slowly sat up, deciding it was time to get dressed again. After all, there were places he wouldn’t find pleasant to turn bright red and peel. As he moved to stand, he couldn’t help himself but reach out and gave Anya a light smack on her rear.<br><br>“Come one pup” he said, “Time to get dressed, before we both regret it.” <br><br>Laughing softly at his little joke, he stepped over her tone legs and walked over to the large tree trunk where they had eaten lunch. While someone had come over during the afternoon and collect the dishes, they had left the clothes, still left in their crumbled piles. Pulling on his uniform pants, he turned slightly and was treated with the sight of the lovely wolf morph, bent over, gathering up the clothes he had cut to fit her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-07-2015, 03:06:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been adrift, dreams of freedom and one man filling her head. She groaned and her eyes opened at the smack on her bottom. She pushed to her hands and knees, arching her back to stretch as her tail shook behind her, then she rose to her feet.<br><br>She followed him over the log to their clothes and bent over to collect her own. She glanced over at him, feeling his own eyes on her and smiled as her tail began wagging slightly before she stepped into her pants. She dressed and straightened, waiting for him when finished.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-07-2015, 08:25:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torov had never, in his life, let such a tempting target, go. Oh it was a stirring sight, as Anya wagged her tail at him, while she was still bend over, before she pulled on the pair of pants he had given her. God, her rump was just calling out for another smack or several and something a little stronger than the light, playful ones he had given her already. Oh he could almost feel his palm bouncing off those delightful curves and hear the sound of hand meeting rear. He had to give himself a little mental shake, to clear those thoughts from his mind.<br><br>Quickly he pulled on his undershirt and uniform tunic, before slipping his feet into his boots and glancing at the sky. Between the swimming and dozing, most of the afternoon had slipped away. Even now, the smell of an evening meal being prepared were wafting over the camp. All around the crash site and the beach, the rest of the mercenary company was spread out, relaxing and enjoying themselves, having found nothing dangerous, other than the wild wolf girl, who was now following around their leader, like a puppy. <br><br>“Alright Anya” he said, “Why don’t you go continue continue your reading lessons? I need to go walk around the camp and start checking in with my officers and troopers.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Feral Pet (IrishWolf &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-07-2015, 01:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the panic rise in her at his instruction. But, he had said, even when he wasn't right beside her, she'd be safe. This human was looked at in high regard by the others. So, she pushed the panic down and nodded in understanding. Then with a smile at him, she turned and left for his tent. <br><br>She kept her eye on her surroundings, taking in everything and everyone. She had learned always to know of every single thing around her, because if she wasn't, she found out about it the hard way. <br><br>Some of the other humans and genomorphs just looked at her as she passed, but none tried to touch her. Soon she was walking into his tent where she settled once more on the cot and turned on the tablet and began the learning lessons. 
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