Dinner and a Story

I got to the living room before Alyce, dressed only in the cyan baby doll and no panties because I wasn't told to. Taking a seat on the couch, I turned on the TV. As if on cue, Alyce descended the steps wearing a white bathrobe which was a little creepy as it made her seem like a disembodied decapitated head floating down the stairs at times. But as she hit the bottom step, the doorbell rang. She strolled behind the couch to the door and opened it up to see a young human girl there no older than 18. She took one look at Alyce and another at me and muttered "Fucking gross" followed by a racial slur under her breath. Alyce, being a wolf, easily heard that and waved me over, an angry look on her face. "Translate." she signed.

There was a flurry of motions before she stopped a could two minutes later. "Okay. I'm not going to translate all of that, but she says 'Fuck you, you racist cunt. You not only get no tip, but I'm going to report you to your boss and get you fired.'"

"That's not how the law works. You Furs are the lessar race. You have less rights. I can call you whatever I want. And why are you half naked? Are you fucking her?"

I gave the fakest smile I could and took the Chinese food from the woman. "Uh. That's not actually true. Equal rights for Edenians was ratified last week as they are just from another planet. Besides that, just because it's 'culturally acceptible' doesn't make it any less racist and doesn't prevent you from being a racist cunt. So, we'll be taken our food and you don't get any money. You're lucky we had to prepay. But I'm sure we'll be getting our money back from this. Or at least our next meal free."

With that, I shut the door in her face. There was a loud "Fuck you!" through the door we made our way to the table.

I could tell that really struck a nerve with Alyce, though. "You want to know how I got this scar? How I lost my voice?" she asked, sloppily. I made a mental note there that I should probably get her one of those eletronic voice boxes.

"I do, but if now's not..." I started.

"My last boss thought like her. That I was less than nothing. I was very vocal and loud about it. He slit my throat and left me for dead. He was a surgeon; knew where to cut. Luckily, I had the better lawyer. He lost he medical license and went to jail. But only for two years. I had to fight to get a restraining order. Cunts like him and the delivery cunt can suck my left nut," she signed. She had to only paused before hand to calm her nerves so she could sign clearly. Even from where I stood on the other side of the table, I could see her whole body shaking with rage. Painful memories danced in her eyes.

With a sigh, I walked over to her side of the table and wrapped my arms around her, which she returned. Slowly her shaking stopped and she gave the top of my head a kiss. In American Sign Language, I told her "I promise to never treat you like that. I apologize for the mess I made. I will not do it again."

"Thank you," she replied. "Let's eat before it gets cold."

"Hey," I remarked, touching her arm. "And I just want to say, my legs are always open for you, mistress."

Her eyes went wide with incredibility, a mischievious smile across my face. "Seriously?"

"Yes. I thoroughly enjoyed my reward."

"Well, then be a good girl and you'll get more. Speaking of, I need to make a doctor's appointment. Perferably one that makes house calls."

I was about to ask why, but as she sat down in her chair, she pulled me onto it, sideways so she could feed us both. Whilst we ate, I could feel her dick getting harder and harder. I knew there was gonna be a good fucking coming after dinner. But it didn't come when I thought. She let us both digest the meal and clean up before she bent me over the back of the couch and fucked and filled my pussy again. She was a little more authoritative this time. Having already established who was boss, she was now fucking me like she owned me and was trying to breed me and I fucking loved it. "Good bitch." she told me as she pulled out and held me, her signing awkward from that position.

"Do you have an electronic voice box? Do you want me to get you an new larynx?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I can't have an artifical one due to allergies and I have an electronic one but I fucking hate it. I don't want to sound like a machine all the time."

"That's fair. That said, there might be other options. If we're gonna keep fucking, we'll have to figure out a way for you to communicate better," I insisted.

She slapped my ass hard and turned me to face her. "You seem to understand me just fine. Now shut up and let's watch something before bed. By the way, you will sleep in my bed from now on. No clothes unless I say."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good bitch."