Fur & Fantasy: Master's Mistake

Cookie war verwirrt. Jeden Tag, wenn sie mit ihrem Herrchen Apportieren spielte, warf er ihren Lieblingsball in den hinteren Teil des Gartens, in die Nähe des Metallzauns. Und jedes Mal, wenn Cookie zum Zaun rannte, um den Ball zu holen, sah sie Choco, den Welpen von Herrns Nachbarn. Mit dem Ball im Maul blickte sie Choco kurz an und war jedes Mal verwirrt. Cookie war ein Welpe. Choco war ein Welpe. Warum sah Choco so anders aus als sie? Choco war viel kleiner und sah viel anders aus als Cookie. Tatsächlich ähnelte Cookie ihrem Meister und seinen Nachbarn viel mehr als Choco. Warum? „Cookie, wo bist du?“, rief ihr Herrchen, und Cookie kam wieder zu Sinnen und rannte aufgeregt zu ihm zurück. Sie vergaß Choco und spielte weiter mit ihm, bis sie zum Mittagessen zurück ins Haus gingen. Sie liebte es, wie ihr Herrchen sich hinsetzte und ihr seinen Knochen zeigte. Sogar das Mittagessen machte mit ihrem Herrn Spaß, denn sie spielte mit ihrem Knochen und bekam am Ende ihr Leckerli. Manchmal, nachdem er sie gefüttert hatte, seufzte Master, lachte und nannte sie anders. Nicht Cookie, sondern Catherine. Cookie wusste nicht, wer oder was Catherine war. Aber jedes Mal, wenn Master sie aus Versehen so nannte, wurde Cookie ganz benebelt. Sie sah eine andere Person vor sich ... war das Catherine? Sie sah Cookie sehr ähnlich, benahm sich aber wie ihr Master, stand auf ihren Hinterbeinen und lief wie er herum. Sie war ... eine Anwältin? Cookie wusste nicht, was das war. Die Benommenheit verschwand schnell und Cookie kehrte in die Realität zurück. Herrchen ging dann weg und ließ Cookie zurück, damit sie herumschnüffeln konnte, um zu sehen, ob Herrchen etwas von seinem Snack auf den Boden getropft hatte. Das tat er ständig, und Cookie konnte nie genug von seinem besonderen Leckerbissen für sie bekommen!

--- The sun beat down on the backyard as Cookie trotted toward the fence, tennis ball clamped between her teeth. Choco was there again, small and sleek, watching her with those dark, curious eyes. Why did he look so *different*? “Cookie, come!” Her master’s voice snapped her to attention. She turned, sprinting back to where he stood—tall, broad-shouldered, the leather leash dangling from his fingers. He knelt, ruffling her fur before prying the ball loose. Lunchtime meant his lap, his strong thighs under her paws as he fed her bits of his sandwich. Today, though, she nosed at his jeans, catching that *other* scent—musky, thicker. His fingers brushed her muzzle, lingered. *“Good girl, Catherine.”* That name again. A flicker in her mind—not dog, not just pet. Kneeling between his legs. *His* hands tangling in *her* hair. The weight of him pressing down— Then reality snapped back. The kitchen tile. Her water bowl. His footsteps retreating upstairs. Cookie whined, restless. That feeling, half-remembered—like prey scent on the wind.

The sound of the shower running upstairs pulled at Cookie—no, *Catherine’s*—attention. She paced the kitchen, claws clicking against tile, ears pricked toward the hum of water. That scent—soap, steam, *him*—drifted down the hallway. Her paws itched. She nudged the stair gate, whining low in her throat. A pause, then his voice, muffled but amused: *"Catherine. Up."* The gate unlatched. She took the stairs fast, nearly slipping in her haste. The bathroom door stood ajar, fog curling out. Inside, the shower curtain glowed with his silhouette—broad shoulders, the tilt of his head as he rinsed his hair. "Come here." His voice was lower now, rougher. She stepped into the steam, the warmth slick on her fur—no, her *skin*. The shift came sudden, dizzying. Hands instead of paws, knees hitting the wet floor as she crawled forward. The curtain slid back. Water sluiced over his chest, down the hard line of his stomach. His gaze locked onto hers as his fingers tangled in her damp hair, guiding her closer. "Good girl." Her lips parted. The taste of him flooded her mouth—salt, heat, the sharp gasp above her.

His grip tightened, guiding the rhythm, his other hand braced against the shower wall. Steam curled around them, her throat working as she took him deeper, whimpers vibrating against his skin. “Look at me.” She obeyed, lashes wet, mouth stretched around him. His thumb swiped the corner of her lips, smearing spit down her chin. The water beat against her back, but she barely felt it—only the weight of him, the possessive rasp in his voice. “Gorgeous,” he muttered, hips rolling forward. “Just like this.” Her fingers dug into his thighs as she fought the instinct to pull back, letting him set the pace. Every inch of him was *hers* to worship, the ache in her jaw swallowed by the way he groaned her name—*Catherine*—like a prayer. A warning twitch. His fingers clenched in her hair. “Swallow it.”

His command sent a shiver through her. She moaned around him, tongue pressing flat as his hips stuttered forward one last time. The taste—rich, bitter—filled her mouth, and she drank him down greedily, throat working until he pulled back with a low curse. Water dripped from his lashes as he hauled her up, her body sliding wet and pliant against his. His mouth crashed into hers, stealing her breath, her back pressing into the shower tiles. "You're so fucking perfect," he growled, fingers tracing her collarbone, then lower—cupping her breast, thumb grazing her nipple. She arched into his touch, legs trembling. One hand slid down her stomach, fingertips finding the heat between her thighs. A rough exhale escaped him. "Already soaked for me." She nodded, teeth catching her lower lip as he circled her clit, slow, teasing. Just enough to make her hips jerk. "Patience," he murmured, kissing her again. "I'm not done with you yet."

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**Rewritten Section:** His grip on her waist lingered as he guided her back to the cage, fingertips pressing possessive bruises into her damp skin. The bars clattered open—and there, coiled in the dim light, another pet waited. Naked. Breath hitching in eager anticipation. The stranger’s dark eyes locked onto hers. A whine slipped from her throat, high and needy, as she crawled forward, hips swaying. Catherine’s pulse spiked as the woman pressed close, her nose nudging beneath Catherine’s jaw, inhaling deeply before letting out a soft, pleading whimper. Heat bloomed between Catherine’s thighs. She couldn’t help the answering noise that escaped her—a breathy bark, desperate and wanting. The woman’s lips curled in a grin before she ducked her head, tongue dragging a wet stripe up Catherine’s inner thigh. A shuddering moan tore free. Catherine’s fingers tangled in the woman’s hair, holding tight as she lapped at her with slow, teasing strokes. Each flick of her tongue drew another whine, another jerk of Catherine’s hips. The cage rattled behind her as she arched, the bars digging into her spine. From beyond the enclosure, their owner chuckled. The leash in his hand swayed lazily. **"Good girls,"** he murmured. **"No words needed."** The woman growled low in her throat—not a warning, but a demand—and Catherine obeyed, spreading her legs wider. The first sucking kiss to her clit had her howling, toes curling against the cage floor. Pleasure coiled tight, unbearable, until she tumbled over with a broken yelp, body trembling. But before she could catch her breath, the woman was pressing flush against her, grinding her own wet heat against Catherine’s hip. A needy bark slipped past her lips, teeth grazing Catherine’s shoulder. The message was clear. *Your turn.* Catherine sank to her knees.

Catherine’s hands slid down the woman’s slick thighs, gripping hard as she leaned in, tongue tracing the flushed, swollen flesh before her. The taste of her—musky and sweet—made Catherine groan, lips sealing around her clit in a slow, deliberate suck. The woman’s hips jerked, a choked cry escaping her as her fingers twisted in Catherine’s hair. The cage rattled with the force of her movement, the metal biting into Catherine’s knees. She didn’t stop. Teeth scraped lightly, just enough to tease, before her tongue swirled again, relentless. Their owner’s shadow loomed over them, breath coming heavy. His fingers curled around the bars, knuckles white. **"Fuck,"** he muttered, watching the woman’s thighs tremble as Catherine worked her closer. A desperate whine turned into a shuddering gasp as the woman came, back arching off the cage floor. Catherine licked her through it, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her still. When she finally pulled away, panting, the woman slumped against the bars—only to be yanked back by the leash, their owner’s grip firm. His other hand cupped Catherine’s chin, tilting her face up. **"Now,"** he said, voice rough, **"let’s see how well you take what you give."**

The leash snapped taut, dragging Catherine forward until her knees hit the rough carpet outside the cage. His fingers twisted in her hair, angling her head back to meet his gaze—dark, commanding. The woman beside her whined, still trembling from her climax, but he ignored her, focus locked on Catherine. "Open," he ordered, thumb pressing against her lower lip. She obeyed instinctively, mouth parting, tongue resting heavy against her teeth. The first blunt thrust of his cock stole her breath, the stretch burning just enough to make her moan. He didn’t let her adjust, just set a brutal pace, fucking her throat with shallow, controlled strokes. Saliva dripped down her chin. Her fingers clawed at his thighs, nails leaving red crescents in their wake. The woman watched, panting, fingers slipping between her own legs as Catherine choked around him. "Look at her," he growled, tightening his grip. "See how wet she is for you?" Catherine’s vision blurred, tears streaking her cheeks as he shoved deeper. The woman’s moans mixed with the slick sound of her own fingers—fast, desperate—until with a sharp cry, she came again. He pulled out just as Catherine’s lungs screamed for air, stroking himself lazily while she gasped. "Good girl," he murmured, dragging his cock over her flushed face. "Now get on your back." The woman scrambled to obey, spreading her legs before he’d even finished speaking. Catherine knew better than to hesitate.

Catherine’s back hit the carpet, thighs falling open as he loomed over her. His palm pressed hard against her sternum, pinning her in place. The woman beside them crawled closer, breath hot on Catherine’s hip as her tongue flicked out—testing, teasing. He didn’t wait. The head of his cock nudged against Catherine’s entrance, then pushed in with one smooth, relentless thrust. Her gasp turned into a ragged cry as he filled her, the stretch bordering on punishing. The woman’s mouth found her nipple, teeth scraping just shy of pain, while his hips snapped forward, setting a ruthless rhythm. Catherine’s fingers tangled in the carpet, knuckles white. Every drag of him inside her sent sparks up her spine, the heat coiling tighter with each brutal stroke. The woman moaned against her breast, one hand slipping between her own thighs again, mirroring the pace he set. "Look at her," he grunted, fingers digging into Catherine’s hips. "Watching you take it like this—fuck—she can’t even wait her turn." The woman whimpered in agreement, eyes glazed with want. Catherine barely had time to process the words before his hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air just as he bottomed out. Stars burst behind her eyelids—pleasure and pressure twisting together until she shattered, back arching off the floor with a silent scream. He didn’t stop. Just tightened his grip and fucked her through it, the woman’s lips trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her trembling stomach. "Again," he ordered. And she obeyed.