"Ah, welcome, welcome..." greets the fox woman. "So great to finally meet you. The credit transaction processed just fine. The little one is all yours."
You try to budge your way out the fox woman's hand, but she is much too strong. The only thing you can do is listen to her mocking giggling as she puts you in a small cage. Right before she covers your prison with a piece of cloth, you spot a canine man looming over. He appears to definitely be a wolf, maybe even a wolf/husky mix judging by his somewhat curled tail, was about six feet tall (in normal size standards), and had two shades of grey fur: darker on the outside and lighter on the center of his face and neck. When it came to clothes, he wore a fancy business suit made up of a dark green coat, a white undershirt and black tie, and dark grey dress pants, along with shiny black shoes and a pair of frameless glasses with rectangular-shaped lenses. "Why thank you, Ms. Fox. I have heard of these humans growing up, and I've always wanted one of my own but could never find one."
"Well you have one now, don't you? I hope you enjoy him. It's not often I catch something this special." the fox woman says as she handed you over. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Have a nice day, Victor."
You cannot see what is going on from under the cloth, but what you do know is that the huge wolf male is moving from the feeling of his huge footfalls. After a few minutes of silence you experience the intense rush of of vertigo like being on an amusement park ride or a high-speed elevator. Soon, the cloth is removed and you come face-to-face with your new captor. "Hello there, little fellow. My name is Victor Wolfston, and I'll be taking care of you from now on. Do as I say, whatever I say, and we won't have any problems. Do you... understand?"
He spoke in a firm, yet reserved and mature voice that matched his slight smiled, calm expression, easing your fear to an extent. Still, the thought of being a pet to a large wolf... husky... thing was unsettling. Maybe if you stayed on his good side he would be more inclined to help you. "P-Please, sir. All of a sudden I was lost in a forest and shrunken. I have no idea what's happening. Please don't eat me or hurt me..." you say, partially in honesty and partially to purposely make him feel sorry for you.
"I won't eat you or hurt, little one. At least if you are a good pet by, as I said, doing what I ask of you."
"What are you going to have me do at this size, Mr. Wolfston?"
His soft gaze changes into a leer right before he covers you up and lowers your cage. "You'll see, my pet. Enjoyable things..."
After a long while of waiting, your surroundings darken at the sound of a door opening. You had a hunch it was the huge wolf returning home and your suspicions were proven correct when you are uncovered again and set on a bed. Around you was a huge bedroom, not just from a shrunken perspective, but from a normal one too. A plasma screen, a small fridge, a massive king size bed, shelves with books, a portrait of the lupine gentleman on the wall, and many more amenities showed that he was very well off. His dress attire and formal voice only enhanced this fact.
You were so busy looking around that you hadn’t noticed Victor’s hand coming down to pluck you out of the cage. You jolt as you rise what feels like over 100 feet when he brings you to his face. “I see you looking around my exquisite room down there. What do you think of it?” he asks, wearing a proud expression.
“It’s… uh, very big and looks very expensive.” you mutter quietly.
The wolf’s proud grin grows broader. “Oh, yes. When you are a CEO of an organization many things can be afforded, including your hefty sales price, my friend. You are going to be staying primarily in this room unless I decide to take you out with me, outside or to other parts of the house. That will be a reward if you behave obediently, but for now, however, I think it is time to give you your first task.”
Before having an opportunity to respond, you get dizzy again when he rapidly sets you on the edge of the bed. Mr. Wolfston’s next actions are a blur to you as you recover, but he takes your empty cage and places it on his nightstand, then he removes each article of clothing he wore until he was only in his underwear: a pair of caramel brown briefs with a white waistband and fly. When you recuperate your bearings fully you look up at the massive canine smirk down at you the moment before he climbs on his bed, also revealing not just that his chest and belly were a lighter shade of gray like the inner portion of his face, but that he had the beginnings of a tent in his undies.
“Well, well, what to do with you first, little friend…” he contemplates while staring at you near the bed’s edge, lying on his back. “You’re going to help me relax tonight, but where should I put you? Wait……….. I’ve got the perfect place…”
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