A short story (Submissive high-Max)

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Anon woke to the sound of birds chirping. In this remote corner of the world, such a melody was an everyday occurrence. What wasn’t routine, however, was the sharp knocking on his door.

“Yo, master, breakfast is ready,” came a distinctly feminine voice, casual and confident. Footsteps followed, retreating down the hall with an almost rhythmic peculiarity.

Anon rubbed his temples, trying to piece together why a woman was in his secluded home.

Then it hit him. The ad about the "sex robots."

It had seemed like a joke at first. But, with the money from his lucrative investments, endless free time, and poor health anchoring him in solitude, he had placed the order out of sheer boredom.

A fresh set of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

“How the fuck do you forget, Loona? You’ve got one goddamn job, and it’s the first thing you screw up,” the voice grumbled audibly before a throat cleared. A knock followed.

“Master, I’m coming in, okay?”

“Uh… yeah, alright,” he replied, his voice unsure.

The door opened, and Anon’s breath hitched.

She was tall. Very tall. Nearly 2.10 meters, towering effortlessly over him.

And she wasn’t human.

Standing before him was an anthropomorphic she-wolf, her fur a striking mix of black and white in a domino pattern. Sensual curves emphasized her figure—wide hips, a slender waist, and a chest that defied subtlety. Her outfit was simple: a loose gray shirt and tight mini-shorts. Wolf-like feet made shoes an afterthought.

Her red sclera and silver irises softened as they focused on him, though one eye was partly obscured by a carefully groomed fringe of dark hair.

“Alright, let’s get you up, yeah?” she said, grabbing a well-worn walking cane from the floor and holding it out to him.

Anon, still processing everything, nodded dumbly. With the cane in hand, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

The moment he tried to stand, pain shot through his legs like fire. He choked back a whimper, missing the subtle flinch of sympathy in Loona’s expression.

Her instincts screamed to do something—to eliminate the source of her Alpha’s suffering. But no magic, weapon, or remedy could erase the pain he endured. The bastards responsible were already long dead. All she could do now was stand by his side.

“C’mon,” she encouraged, placing a steadying hand on his back as he wobbled.

Together, they shuffled out of the bedroom. Anyone watching might have been startled at the scene awaiting them outside.

A small but beautiful Japanese-inspired garden stretched before the house, a vision of tranquility. Humble yet vibrant plants surrounded the area: apple trees, orange blossoms, lime shrubs, and even a flourishing pomegranate tree.

Anon stopped walking, sensing Loona’s stillness beside him. He tilted his head up to meet her gaze.

The hellhound—mercenary, magic user, professional smartass—looked utterly mesmerized. Her eyes wandered over the lush greenery, her ears twitching as she took in the sounds, her nose crinkling slightly as she absorbed the unfamiliar scents.

A quiet awe shone in her pupils.

A soft smile tugged at Anon’s lips. Straightening his posture, he inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp morning air.

“Quite the view, isn’t it?” he said.

Loona startled, quickly composing herself. “Yeah… it is,” she admitted, her voice unusually low.

They resumed walking, but her voice softened further as she added, “I just… I’ve never seen this much green before.”

“I guess ‘seeing red’ is more than just an expression where you’re from, huh?” Anon teased lightly.

She snorted, her tail swishing slightly. “You wouldn’t believe.”

Their conversation ended as they reached the dining room door. Loona opened it and helped him inside before starting to close it behind them.

“No, leave it open,” Anon said. “Let the fresh air circulate.”

She shrugged and hurried to help him into a chair. The morning sunlight filtered into the room, warm and inviting, as they settled in for breakfast.