Breakfast and ground rules.

I used to think that Blackfire ate ravenously. That changed when I watched Jinx. As expected from a stray, Jinx ate like the meal was her last. Unlike Blackfire, who at least used her silverware, Jinx ate everything with her hands. Even the scrambled eggs were scooped up and crammed into her mouth. How she did this without burning her hands, I didn't know.

I made a mental note to never give Jinx any messy foods. Pancakes, for example. She'd get syrup everywhere. "Jinx, you DO remember how to eat properly, don't you?" Blackfire said. Whether she noticed my discomfort or because it was bothering her, I don't know.

Licking her lips, Jinx shrugged. "Of course I do. But this is more fun," she replied. "And a lot more satisfying. I like things that are...fun and satisifying, don't you, Master?" It was obvious what she meant by that, even if she wasn't leering at me and waggling her eyebrows at the comment...which she was.

"About that...I want you two to understand something. I'm the one in charge here," I said. Blackfire nodded immediately. "Of course you are, Master." Jinx nodded as well, giving me a worried look. Perhaps she feared she was in trouble.

Sighing, I sat back. "Last night was fun and all," I went on, "but you two are just...too much for one guy to handle on a regular basis." Blackfire and Jinx whimpered, ears drooping. "Are you going to kick me back out?" Jinx asked, biting her lip. Apparently the life of a pet was much more appealing to her then the stray lifestyle.

"Not at all," I replied. "But from now on, I take you one at a time when I want to, not when you just want a fuck. If I say I'm not in the mood, you respect that. Of course...if you still need sex, you have each other. I know Jinx certainly doesn't mind the company of a woman." The pale girl's tail wagged as she winked at me and gave Blackfire a toothy smile. "So...are we clear on that?"