Human Pets Stories Novels & Stories

I examined her frightened expression much to my surprise, I was enjoying the warmth of her body that subconsciously encouraged my mind to play with her a little longer. Her hard nipples were hard and erotic brushed against my chest occasionally and ignited the fire under my lower body.She was still staring at my clinch statement astonishingly and suddenly shifted her attention over Barza who was on the way of joining us into the pool. I had a weird hobby since my childhood which was to keep wild animals as my pet. At first I had a baby lion who had been sent away from me after turning mature. He saved me once from a bomb blast and almost threw his own life just to save mine. That was the mai

"That's quite original isn't it?" Harry barely gave me a glance from his position two chairs away, his demeanour souring by the minute. "You know, wolves don't huff and puff, " I continue ignoring his silent treatment. "I've met a few, I don't think they'd take too kindly to hearing their reputation as rather regal animals reduced to sulking cats. " Harry rolled his eyes. "It's called story telling. Would you rather reading a book about ripping flesh to an three year old?" " I'll rather the truth any day, " I state, skipping another page, yet bored. I hated it when Aiden left me alone. It's always taxing to deal with the expectations of humans, knowing I dislike them ever so much. "They will

Thousands of messages flooded the thread, most of them about me. Pedro the Parrot: [Humans are so awful. That Hose Guy knocked out Miss Fruit!] The Egrets’ Shared Account: [Thor the Tiger almost smashed the iron bars. Luckily, he stopped, or we’d be exposed.] Wendy the Capybara: [Friends, I hear water in the elephant enclosure. Did you hear it too?] Kingsley the Monkey: [Where did Miss Fruit go? Am I doomed to lose my love?] Ellie the Elephant: [Thor the Tiger hasn’t said anything. Is he hurt?]

"I don't know any holy stories, My Lady." "Not holy," Miya snapped, then softened. "Something... simple. From your life." "Well," Finn started shakily. "When I was a boy... my mother kept rabbits. One of them, a little white one with a black ear... he thought he was a dog." Miya opened one eye. "A dog?" "Yes," Finn smiled, forgetting his fear for a second as his hands worked up to her knee. "He would chase the sheep. He would bark—well, squeak—at the mailman. He didn't know he was small. He just knew he was brave."

Amelia’s excited grin yanked me from my reverie. I chuckled and began sharing the details of my journey—the challenges, the surprises, and the moments that made me miss the comfort of our shared world. I told her about the friends I made and how I decided to get a pet, a golden retriever to make me feel closer to home. Evie loves him so much, they bond like nothing else. “That sounds like an amazing adventure. I’ll definitely visit the human world at least once in my life,” she said with determination, making me chuckle.

A small photograph of Celeste on her desk — the one from the garden, the one where she was laughing. "I miss her," Iris said. "Me too." "Even though I never really knew her." "You knew her through us. Through the stories. That's not nothing." --- Hana asked about the dogs again. Not the ones under the fig tree — the ones in the stories. Orwell, Pippin, Fig, Oak. He wanted to know their names, their personalities, the way they'd looked when they were young. "They were all good dogs," I said. "They were all loved."

he asked, catching me off guard. “Outdoors,” I replied, feeling weirded out. “Me too.” He said, before asking the next question. “What pets have you had?” “Are you trying to get information to hack my password?” I joked. “Just answer the question." Cas sighed. “Dogs, doves, some tame rats, hamsters, and guinea pigs. Not all at the same time, though.” I replied. “Really?” Cas sounded surprised. “Yeah, my parents didn’t mind having several animals in the house. As long as we helped clean the cages. My dad even had his own dwarf hamster, called Worf, because of his stripe on his little back.”

She finds my flouting of the no pet rule hilarious. Hudson recoils even though he's nowhere near her splash zone. "What is that?" "A guinea pig. You've never seen a guinea pig?" Hudson steps closer hesitantly. "Not in person. It's a giant furry rat." "Hey! Cupcake doesn't like to be described as a rat." I open the top of the guinea pig house and snatch Cupcake from the bottom. We snuggle noses to make up for Hudson's comment and then I put her back. "Don't you like animals?"

When Lya opened the door, a little black mutt puppy immediately went for my arm, dragging at the sleeve of my jacket right where Rose’s mark was. “Hello, Henry,” I grumbled. Familiars made me uncomfortable. Purebreds had long been extinct, but there were still the distantly related part breds, bound to one form with limited abilities to communicate, around. It was usually witches and vampires that chose them. Sometimes one would find its way to a human, but the human would never know that their exceptional bond with a pet was supernatural. I didn’t understand why Oliver was opposed to Lya knowing her puppy was more than just a puppy.

"Wow, you know a lot." "I did my homework on them," Shane joked lightly. The woman released a pleasant laugh. "They like carrots." "That's wonderful. I wish I can keep one for a pet," she said sighing. "I have carrots at home to feed them. They're so adorable to look at and appear to be very gentle and friendly." "But they're wary of humans." Shane added looking back at her. "Wouldn't you like to own one for yourself, too?" She asked throwing a glance at him.