You feel something for the skunk girl, Sheila. (Slightly different version)

So many of the girls here have caught your eye, and though you can feel and even want the future you can see with each of them, it is the image of one in particular that most catches in your mind. Moreover, it seems the clerk knows this as well, as he has stopped guiding you and appears to be simply waiting for you to make your move. Turning without a word, you start walking back to Sheila's residence.

As you move past them you can almost feel the disappointment of some of the returns, and relief from some of the others. Most notably, Nightmare's thick musk hits you like a wave of need as you pass her. The Horse morphs tail seeming to be fanning her scent in your direction.

A few feet from the door to Sheila's home, the clerk silently lays a hand on your shoulder with a strong grip and pulls you around to face him. His face and tone are not angry, but forceful and serious. "Listen..." he begins hesitantly, "Sheila has been through a lot. Her last owner... we didn't know him well enough. We knew he was a bit of a sadist when we brought him in, only." The clerk hesitates and looks away, seemingly ashamed. "We didn't think that he would see her as property." He says, spitting the final word in anger. "Or what he might do to his 'property'. He kept her on a leash when she wasn't chained to a wall or caged up, and treated her more like a disposable toy then a lover or even just a pet."

"Oh... so how did she get the scars?" You ask glancing at the balcony where she had previously been trying to not be caught looking at you a you passed.

The usually stoic clerk seems to be fighting back anger, guilt, and sadness all at once. "He was a weird guy, we knew that much. But something told Sheila she wanted him. As it turned out, he enjoyed some pretty... 'strong' things. Whipping, spanking, denial of just about everything you could think of." The Clerk stopped for a moment, collecting himself. "Fact is, he liked hurting things. The funny thing is, with some of our residents, that would be no problem. Hell, even Plenty could have taken it. Some would have even WANTED it. Personally, I think if Nightmare had been returned 1 day earlier, Sheila might still be unharmed. She and that sadist would have probably spent the rest of their lives in a blissful tug of war. Maybe. Sheila was way to sweet and docile and loved her Master. Just as we... we programmed her to." He sighs and , like that, he is a blank slate once more. "He came back a couple months later looking for another 'toy', his words. The red flags were everywhere and we stalled until we could get to Sheila to check on her. The patches in her fur are mostly from where the burning wax and... other things touched her. As it stands, that is most of the damage you'll see now; but trust me, there's more."

"I'm afraid to ask..." you begin, but are cut off.

"Hurt her just once, and you'll know what happened to him." The comment was meant to terrify, but instead you instantly know you want her. She deserves to be with someone who will love her and treat her like more than just a sex object; and you want, you NEED to be the one to heal her scars. You simply nod and go knock on the door to Sheila's temporary house, but there is no answer.

The Clerk steps forward. "You can understand if she's a bit shy." He motions for you to stand back and opens the apparently unlocked door a crack. "Sheila?" he calls softly, "Come on out. I have a really nice guy (he shoots you a glance as he says those words) who wants to meet you." A few seconds pass and the clerk stands back. After a moment more, Sheila opens the door slowly but not completely; hiding half of her divinely sculpted form within the only safe haven she knows. Taking another look at all she has to offer, you can you realize you might not treat her as a sex object, but you may have a hard time not using her like one. Full D-cup breasts sit high on her chest, adorned by a tuft of white fluffy fur sitting high on her cleavage. Her head has white bangs that hang partially over her right eye. Most of her hair is ragged, unwashed, and in a ponytail right now, but it works for her. Very well in fact. A white stripe flows from her bangs, down her forehead, and ends at a cute pink nose. She looks away in embarrassment and you realize you've been staring.

"Umm... Hi." You begin.

She looks up at you shyly and steps out a bit more, allowing you to see she has a big fluffy tail that is almost as large as she is; her single white stripe apparently follows the length of her back to the end at the tip of her tail. The tail itself has most all its fur, but some of it is cut short and other patches are bald; giving it a highly uneven shape. Her belly rounds out almost imperceptibly but is also appears firm. Patches on her breasts, near her crotch and on her sides are either missing fur entirely or its just starting to grow back. As well, her nipples appear that they may be pierced or had been pierced at one point. Her skin is black under the black fur and pale under the white. Aware of your continued attention, she covers herself and turns away from your gaze, but cannot completely turn her gaze from you. With that you realize she is interested in you as well, but is ashamed of her body. She obviously is aware of your attention, but has no idea of it's effect on your feelings.

If you had any doubts about your choice before, they are now completely gone. You make up your mind right then and there to make this girl feel like the Sex Goddess she is. Without hesitation you walk up and gently turn her head back to you, fully intending to collar her right then and there. "I choose you." You move put the collar around her neck and she freezes in place while staring at you at you, her eyes containing a sliver of hope behind an ocean of fear. Suddenly, you notice a 'skunk like' smell in the air. It isn't disgusting in any way, it's actually strong, soft, and sweet; yet, somehow, it still makes you think 'Skunk'.

You only want here even more now, but somehow your will prevails and you remove the collar from around her neck; having been a hair away from clicking it permanently closed. Through the fog of lust you find the proper course of action, or what you hope the proper course is. Now knowing you have to take it slow, you reach up with your free hand and brush a stray lock of hair away from her face while cupping her cheek as gently as you can. Then, while looking into her bright green eyes, you say, "I mean, I would like to be with you." With your other hand you gently place the collar into her cupped hands.

A look of shock appears on her face as she looks down at the collar in her palm. Gently, her fingers close around and then her hands hold it close to her chest as she begins to lightly cry with what appears to be a slight smile on her lips and whispers "Yes... master."

The clerk smiles for the first time and speaks. "Regulations say I can't let her leave here without wearing the collar, let me go see if I can pull some strings." With that he is gone so suddenly he practically disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving you two to enjoy your moment of finding one another.