This choice: Choose another storyline • Go Back... The past week, you'd learned that baking could be good exercise, at least when Lily had her way.
"Time to bake some cookies, Slick!" the 200-foot snow leopard woman says, giving a fanged smile and carrying you in her palm. She walks through her kitchen, stopping near the oven and giving you a determined look. "Remember, you want to own this! You ARE speed, you blink and then those cookies are baked! Cheetahs look at you and hang their heads in shame! SHAME, I say!" Lily had given you an inspirational speech before each "Cookie Run" this week, to help prepare for her sister Lisa's visit this Saturday.
Lisa would be bringing her three daughters when she came. According to Lily, her little nieces were a handful and a half--notbad kids, not at all. The little cubs were angels...angels who were NOT good at sitting still. And more importantly, they had a sweet tooth like nothing else. They'd wipe out sweets like locusts: best to make a large srockpile before they arrived, to save having to bake new batches for the kids when they were already clamoring for them in your ear. Hence the "Cookie Run": a tiny human sprinting around the kitchen gathering ingredients for giant anthro chefs. You'd gotten more exercise in the past week than you normally got in a month, sprinting around the kitchen and hauling giant measuring spoons of flour and sugar. You were in better shape than you'd been in a while, and you'd even gotten faster...and you'd been plenty quick on your feet even before this all started. Now it was time to show off that speed.
Hell yeah, you wanted to own this! You crack your knuckles and give Lily a double thumbs-up. "Now that's what I'm talking about! We're gonna rock this!" You exult. Beaming with pride like a coach who'd seen an underdog boxer win the title fight, she made a fist with her free hand and brought it close for a fist-bump. You had no idea how she felt a tiny human fist under her thick, black-spotted white fur, but somehow she felt you return the bump and knew to withdraw her hand.
And then, the air of a veteran coach is gone. Smiling, Lily looks to the side, turning so you can see who she's talking to. "Alright Marsha, inspiring speech over. See? I kept it under two minutes this time!"
Your second owner, also a snow-leopard giantess, stood by the fridge holding a large yellow bowl in her arm. Marsha was shaking her head and laughing. "I still say this is silly. I can bake fast enough on my own, Lily; no need to have poor Slick running around getting caught under my hands..."
"Say that when my nieces first smell the cookies and start vacuuming them up like crazy," Lily says. "You'll be thankful we stockpiled ahead of time...and hey, it was have Slick help bake them, or use pre-made dough from the store. And the last time you caught us trying THAT, Slick slept on the couch for three nights, and you sat on me while you read the paper." She blinked, her head tilting. "Or did you sit on Slick, and make {i)me sleep on the couch...?"
A sudden flashback of Marsha's ample motherly backside filling the sky comes to mind. "The second one, Mistress Lily," you answer with a wince. "She definitely sat on me..." You were plastered under her blue jeans-clad rear for a good thirty minutes before she got up, and Marsha was (to put it mildly) quite heavy. A bit harsh punishment, but Marsha was a firm believer in making things from scratch. The store-bought cookie dough HAD been your idea, anyway.
"Ah, that's how it went! Thanks Slick...wish I could have taken your place, though."
Marsha's objection breaks with her belly laugh. "Oh, for--I love you, you corny soccer hooligan."
"I love you too, you old oven jockey." Lily leans in and kisses Marsha's lips, the older leopard's eyes closing in bliss. They held the kiss for a few heartbeats before separating. "Go on, I've set everything up. Stand over there with the mixing bowl, and watch Slick do his thing." They smile and bump noses, and as Masha passes by you take a moment to reflect how lucky you were to belong to these two.
Marsha was Lily's wife and the elder leopard giantess, well into her fifties. Age had faded her black spots to a middling grey, blending in with her slate-tinted reading glasses. She had some pudge in the belly, her slight muffin top visibly poking over her blue jeans even under her pink apron, but she wasn't what anyone would call obese or slobbish. Plump in a maternal way, more like. Fitting, since she ran a bakery. Lily liked to say Marsha's hips and backside were "nicely rounded and good for breaking in those jeans"--it always made Marsha blush when she said that. She loved cuddling and nuzzling you, and always liked to pamper her human.
Lily was the younger leopardess, somewhere in her forties. Her own spots weren't faded, but her fur was starting to show bits of grey. She used to play minor league soccer in her teens, and now worked as a private soccer coach for rich anthros. The athleticism showed: where Marsha was plump and maternal, Lily was lithe and athletic. Her figure was slender and graceful with especially toned legs. She wore tight black soccer shorts that showed off her toned hips and a blue jogging jacket. While Marsha loved to pamper you, Lily had you help out with things around the house, usually carrying things to her. It WASN'T slave labor like most other anthros treated their human pets, just something to give you some exercise.
The pair had taken you in five years ago: orphaned and desperate on a winter night, you'd snuck into their house to scavenge food--and promptly gotten spotted. The ensuing chase (where your speed kept you always ahead of the pair), utterly wrecking the kitchen by the time they'd finally cornered you. They'd been ready to eat you alive for the trouble you'd caused...until they found you begging and crying. Struck by their conscience, they spared you and took you in as a guest/helper/pet. (They even named you "Slick" after a moment in the chase where you'd gotten covered in cooking oil and slipped out of Lily's hands when she tried to grab you.) Ever since then you'd been living comfortably with the leopard ladies--you could barely even remember the harsh, terror-filled life of a "wild" human.
But that was the past; the bad old days.
Now, you had cookies to bake!
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