Domestic Creature

Day 1 Today was the first day since the “adoption” of my new “pet” and I just couldn’t stop thinking about the mess I had gotten myself into. “You sure you have the internet?” Vivian asked from the backseat, sticking her head out the window. “This ranch of yours is far away, it better be wired up.” “Of course I have the internet, though why would that concern a pet?” I said, tired. “And can you put on my jacket? It doesn’t look good to be driving a naked mutant girl around in my back seat.” “I didn’t think you were one of those people who puts dresses on pets,” Vivian said teasing. “I didn’t think you were one of those pets who knew how to use the internet,” I said back. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So here’s the deal. Vivian was a… weird mutant. She refused to live like a human. She had so many animal features she insisted on living like an animal…. Well sort of. You see she was only an animal when it was convenient for her, running around in a nearby forest, refusing to wear clothes. She came home, took a shower, and microwaved her food like anyone else. Her parents came up with the big idea. I would bring her to my actual ranch and treat her like an actual animal and then she would realize that she was too connected to the human world and stop this foolishness. …. But she was very committed to the bit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We soon reached my ranch. It wasn’t huge, just enough to take care of some horses and other wildlife. I operated a small independent veterinary clinic that specialized in naturalizing animals in order to release them into the wild, though I treated pets and farm animals as well. It certainly wasn’t a five star hotel. And I wanted to make her aware of that… I brought Vivian to one of the empty stables and opened the door. “Welp… this is going to be your home now.” Vivian’s face paled so hard I could see it through her fur. “Wait…. WHAT!?! You want me to sleep out here! It’s going to be cold at night! And there’s no TV!!!” “This is where the animals sleep,” I said. “The straw keeps you warm. The doors are closed at night to prevent drafts. There’s a small heater in the center of the tables. All fairly standard.” “Yes… but…” she said, tripping over her words. “But…. But this stable is for your rescue animals right!? I’m not one of them. I’m a pet. Your personal pet. And pets get to sleep in the house right?” “… a personal pet?” “Yes, that was the deal right? Letting me be your pet on the ranch! I’m an exotic pet that needs to be taken care of.” I scoffed and let loose a big sigh. “Fiiiiine…” I said. “You get to sleep in the house… but you better behave yourself.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vivian ran around the living room as soon as I opened the door, stretching out on the couch. “Hey!” I said. “Watch it. If you get fur everywhere you’ll have to vacuum it up.” “Pet’s don’t know how to vacuum,” she said, getting her fur everywhere… just like I thought she would. “Hey… how old are you?” she asked. “I’m 35…” I answered. “Wow, that’s ancient…” “You only think so because you are so young, I have a good half my life ahead of me,” I said with a smile. “Hah, yeah, a half a life rotting,” Vivian said with a snicker. “I guess you wouldn’t know,” I said. “Animals die so young after all, I’ll probably well outlive you.” “Wow… that’s dark…” Vivian said. “Get off the dang couch!” I said forcefully scooting her over. “I’ll buy you a pet bed so you don’t ruin my furniture.” “Ugh fiiiiine… hey I’m hungry and thirsty, how about you fix me some food and water while I see what’s on TV. Where’s the remote?” she said looking around, throwing my couch cushions about. “Pets don’t know how to use remote controls…” I said in a monotone voice. She mashed her face into the couch in frustration “FIIIINE, ok ok, can I at least get something to eat?” “Sure… follow me…” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to the kitchen and took some ground beef out of the freezer. I boiled it, along with some peas, carrots, potatoes, simple nutrition. I put some bread crumbs in and blended it up, slopping it into a bowl. “W-whats this?” Vivian said. “This is pet food. Protein. Carbs. Nutrients. A couple multivitamins. Eat up.” “Blech, it looks disgusting…” she said. “Pets don’t complain about their food. And didn’t you go chasing a wild bird to eat it?” “Don’t remind me.” She said. “I had food poisoning for days. Can I at least eat on the table. It’s cold down here on the floor.” “Pets don’t sit at the table. You know you are a pretty lousy pet. Were you this lousy as a wild animal.” “Come ooooon, just this once?” she pleaded. “Fine…” I said giving into her puppy dog eyes and puitting her bowl on the table. “I’ve gotta go upkeep the pens. Don’t go anywhere or do anything. Sit here, eat, and wait for me like a good pet.” “Yes! I’ll be a good pet and I’ll prove it to you!” she said eagerly -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The workday seemed to last forever. I got tons of questions about the new mutant girl that was staying in my farmhouse. “Hey Sam,” said George, one of my ranch hands. “What’s up with the naked mutant chick you got stored up in your house.” “Don’t remind me. She’s my new pet,” I said rolling my eyes. “Oh really? Didn’t take you for one of those guys who was into like that BDSM stuff,” George said. “I’m not! Look, she wouldn’t stop acting like an animal so her parents wanted me to take her here to show her what real life like an animal is like. It’s to scare her straight you know?” “I don’t know boss, I mean she’s hot. You can’t tell me you aren’t having some thoughts… if ya know what I mean…” said George. “Yeah, she’s hot. But she’s here for a reason and she’s super young. So I’m just gonna teach her a lesson and get her out of my hair.” “You know, you are absolutely the only guy I know who would look at having a hot mutant girl as a new pet as a bad thing.” “I pay you to work, not to talk George…” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The workday was exhausting, and when I came back home… I found Vivian sprawled out on the couch. Why wasn’t I surprised… She was watching TV and eatintg a large slice of pizza. “Hello! Welcome home! Want a piece?” she asked. “How the hell did you order pizza…” I asked. “Used your cell phone,” she said. “My cell phone was locked,” I said. “Yeah, but your hands must always be dirty after coming home. There were really clear smudges on the numbers that make up your pin. After that it was just trying a few different combinations…” “OK, OK, I get it, I need to change my password, now get off the couch,” I said pointing to the floor. “Oh right, a pet should greet her master when he comes home!” she said hopping off the couch and pouncing on me, licking over my face. “Welcome home Master ! I missed you!” she said squeezing me in a big hug. Her fur got everywhere… This just got more complicated. First Chapter Here Day 1 Today was the first day since the “adoption” of my new “pet” and I just couldn’t stop thinking about the mess I had gotten myself into. “You sure you have the internet?” Vivian asked from the backseat, sticking her head out the window. “This ranch of yours is far away, it better be wired up.” “Of course I have the internet, though why would that concern a pet?” I said, tired. “And can you put on my jacket? It doesn’t look good to be driving a naked mutant girl around in my back seat.” “I didn’t think you were one of those people who puts dresses on pets,” Vivian said teasing. “I didn’t think you were one of those pets who knew how to use the internet,” I said back. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So here’s the deal. Vivian was a… weird mutant. She refused to live like a human. She had so many animal features she insisted on living like an animal…. Well sort of. You see she was only an animal when it was convenient for her, running around in a nearby forest, refusing to wear clothes. She came home, took a shower, and microwaved her food like anyone else. Her parents came up with the big idea. I would bring her to my actual ranch and treat her like an actual animal and then she would realize that she was too connected to the human world and stop this foolishness. …. But she was very committed to the bit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We soon reached my ranch. It wasn’t huge, just enough to take care of some horses and other wildlife. I operated a small independent veterinary clinic that specialized in naturalizing animals in order to release them into the wild, though I treated pets and farm animals as well. It certainly wasn’t a five star hotel. And I wanted to make her aware of that… I brought Vivian to one of the empty stables and opened the door. “Welp… this is going to be your home now.” Vivian’s face paled so hard I could see it through her fur. “Wait…. WHAT!?! You want me to sleep out here! It’s going to be cold at night! And there’s no TV!!!” “This is where the animals sleep,” I said. “The straw keeps you warm. The doors are closed at night to prevent drafts. There’s a small heater in the center of the tables. All fairly standard.” “Yes… but…” she said, tripping over her words. “But…. But this stable is for your rescue animals right!? I’m not one of them. I’m a pet. Your personal pet. And pets get to sleep in the house right?” “… a personal pet?” “Yes, that was the deal right? Letting me be your pet on the ranch! I’m an exotic pet that needs to be taken care of.” I scoffed and let loose a big sigh. “Fiiiiine…” I said. “You get to sleep in the house… but you better behave yourself.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vivian ran around the living room as soon as I opened the door, stretching out on the couch. “Hey!” I said. “Watch it. If you get fur everywhere you’ll have to vacuum it up.” “Pet’s don’t know how to vacuum,” she said, getting her fur everywhere… just like I thought she would. “Hey… how old are you?” she asked. “I’m 35…” I answered. “Wow, that’s ancient…” “You only think so because you are so young, I have a good half my life ahead of me,” I said with a smile. “Hah, yeah, a half a life rotting,” Vivian said with a snicker. “I guess you wouldn’t know,” I said. “Animals die so young after all, I’ll probably well outlive you.” “Wow… that’s dark…” Vivian said. “Get off the dang couch!” I said forcefully scooting her over. “I’ll buy you a pet bed so you don’t ruin my furniture.” “Ugh fiiiiine… hey I’m hungry and thirsty, how about you fix me some food and water while I see what’s on TV. Where’s the remote?” she said looking around, throwing my couch cushions about. “Pets don’t know how to use remote controls…” I said in a monotone voice. She mashed her face into the couch in frustration “FIIIINE, ok ok, can I at least get something to eat?” “Sure… follow me…” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to the kitchen and took some ground beef out of the freezer. I boiled it, along with some peas, carrots, potatoes, simple nutrition. I put some bread crumbs in and blended it up, slopping it into a bowl. “W-whats this?” Vivian said. “This is pet food. Protein. Carbs. Nutrients. A couple multivitamins. Eat up.” “Blech, it looks disgusting…” she said. “Pets don’t complain about their food. And didn’t you go chasing a wild bird to eat it?” “Don’t remind me.” She said. “I had food poisoning for days. Can I at least eat on the table. It’s cold down here on the floor.” “Pets don’t sit at the table. You know you are a pretty lousy pet. Were you this lousy as a wild animal.” “Come ooooon, just this once?” she pleaded. “Fine…” I said giving into her puppy dog eyes and puitting her bowl on the table. “I’ve gotta go upkeep the pens. Don’t go anywhere or do anything. Sit here, eat, and wait for me like a good pet.” “Yes! I’ll be a good pet and I’ll prove it to you!” she said eagerly -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The workday seemed to last forever. I got tons of questions about the new mutant girl that was staying in my farmhouse. “Hey Sam,” said George, one of my ranch hands. “What’s up with the naked mutant chick you got stored up in your house.” “Don’t remind me. She’s my new pet,” I said rolling my eyes. “Oh really? Didn’t take you for one of those guys who was into like that BDSM stuff,” George said. “I’m not! Look, she wouldn’t stop acting like an animal so her parents wanted me to take her here to show her what real life like an animal is like. It’s to scare her straight you know?” “I don’t know boss, I mean she’s hot. You can’t tell me you aren’t having some thoughts… if ya know what I mean…” said George. “Yeah, she’s hot. But she’s here for a reason and she’s super young. So I’m just gonna teach her a lesson and get her out of my hair.” “You know, you are absolutely the only guy I know who would look at having a hot mutant girl as a new pet as a bad thing.” “I pay you to work, not to talk George…” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The workday was exhausting, and when I came back home… I found Vivian sprawled out on the couch. Why wasn’t I surprised… She was watching TV and eatintg a large slice of pizza. “Hello! Welcome home! Want a piece?” she asked. “How the hell did you order pizza…” I asked. “Used your cell phone,” she said. “My cell phone was locked,” I said. “Yeah, but your hands must always be dirty after coming home. There were really clear smudges on the numbers that make up your pin. After that it was just trying a few different combinations…” “OK, OK, I get it, I need to change my password, now get off the couch,” I said pointing to the floor. “Oh right, a pet should greet her master when he comes home!” she said hopping off the couch and pouncing on me, licking over my face. “Welcome home Master ! I missed you!” she said squeezing me in a big hug. Her fur got everywhere… This just got more complicated.