Where is our hostess?

"Hey Caleb! Where's Kathy? I expected her to meet us at the door when we got here, but instead some scary old lady and your butler greeted us. I haven't seen Kat at all." Zack hollered.

Caleb laughed at the description of the Lotus Sister Captain and said, "That scary old lady is part of my security detail. Kat is probably still getting ready. There are a lot more people coming. Tell your girlfriends they can change in the room next to the pool shower. If they need a swimsuit there are plenty hung up in there."

Megan waved to Caleb and said, "We brought our own, but thank you though." She and Alice walked toward the pool showers, with Christie following behind.

Caleb looked around at the party so far. He didn't know half the people milling about, the other half were schoolmates or members of his harem or house staff. He did recognize a few people from the Fairies in the Garden orgy. Everyone in the harem had been allowed to invite some of their friends and everyone in town seemed to want an invite.

Melissa, in a pink two piece swimsuit, her long bunny ears standing out among the crowd, walked up to him and said, "Caleb, I want you to meet Joan Roberts. Joan is one of the weekday morning news hosts at the station I work for. She's also a really good friend. Joan, this is the man I love, my Master, and the boyfriend of the the wonderful woman that made me her pet."

Caleb put his arm around Melissa and drew her close. He held his other hand out to Joan and said, "I recognized you as you walked over. We watch Channel 2 News more than any other stations. It's nice to meet you."

He eyed her up and down, making it obvious he was checking her out. She had chosen a blue one piece with cutouts on the sides. She was pretty for an older lady, with medium sized breasts and an hourglass figure. She also had a pert round butt though it wasn't very big. Up close he could tell why she was on television. She had very few blemishes on her skin, but a nice coating of his cum would take care of those.

"It's nice to meet you too Caleb. Melissa talks about you and the Harem Queen all the time. Thanks to you, Melissa is really starting to make some noise around the news room. It's not easy for a bunny girl to be taken seriously as a news reporter, what with their reputations. I'm glad to see that people are starting to look past the stereotype. Thank you for that."

Caleb had already learned that hubunnies had a reputation as nymphomaniacs. He had no idea if it were true or no, but several hubunnies had become famous for being promiscuous. Then there was a popular skin magazine whose main feature was that of hubunnies, as well as a famous brothel that employed them exclusively. As a result, hubunnies had a difficult time finding work that did not emphasize sex and sexuality. Hubunnies were usually good looking with sexy hourglass figures, which did not help their reputation. It had become a self sustaining cycle. Hubunnies had a hard time finding work that wasn't sexual in nature so they tended to do those kinds of jobs. That fed the image of them being highly over-sexual creatures, which made it harder for others of their kind to find non-sexual jobs. Rinse and repeat.

Caleb shrugged and said, "I didn't do anything. Melissa was the one that came to me for that first interview. My family are fans, especially my mom, so it was only natural that we do a second one with her. It was her hard work that is getting her the recognition she deserves. All I did was add her to my harem and made her my media liaison. I needed her, not the other way around."

Joan stepped closer and said, "Don't be so modest. You and your harem are changing the way people look at shifters. Not just hubunnies either. Your security chief is a hudog, one of your maids is a hucat, and your gardener is a hucow. Four of the shifters in your home are your pets, and two of them are also members of your harem. I hear that you've impregnated three of them too. People are noticing that the new Stretcher King has nothing against shifters, and it is changing how they are treated. There is talk at the station about making Melissa a part time host on the morning news to cover vacations. I know she will be great at it. I'd like to express my gratitude for what you've done for my friend. I-"

"Holy shit balls!"

Someone dropped a plate of food, but that was as a result of the commotion, not the cause of it. Caleb turned around and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Mary, Cora, Brandy, and Kathy walked out of the door to the gym wearing matching two piece bikinis and wedge sandals. Their tops were huge to cover so much tit flesh, but they didn't cover them completely. Because their breasts had all been covered in his cum at one point or another, they jiggled like gelatin almost constantly as they moved, while remaining perky and plump with barely a need for the support of a bra. The four women were beautiful, busty, voluptuous, and looked like sex personified.

Mary strutted as she walked, her tits bouncing like crazy. Cora did not have her mother's grace or poise but she did have confidence. Brandy looked embarrassed and wanting to hide. Kathy held her head high even though she was blushing profusely. She too wanted to hide, but she was doing this for her King.

People moved out of their way as Mary led her daughters over to Caleb. Several of the men groaned or tried to hide their rising boners. Mary really knew how to make an entrance. He saw one woman pinch the man she was standing next to, he quickly turned away, but not without a glare from the woman.

Mary walked right up to him and kissed him on the cheek. She pulled Melissa close and pecked her on the lips as well, forgoing the usual kiss and grope in front of other men. Each of her daughters kissed him in turn, but Kathy latched onto his side and pressed her breasts into him in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her body from so many strange men. She had no idea how she looked with her breasts enveloping one of his arms, or she might not have stayed that way. Several of the guests, both men and women, imagined her titty fucking his arm.

Mary twirled and said, "How do I look?"

Caleb noticed that she moved to place herself between Kathy and Brandy and the majority of guests ogling them. He also noticed the shift in attention from her embarrassed daughters to herself. It was a neat trick and he wondered if she consciously intended it, or if it was her mother's intuition that caused her to protect her daughters as if it was second nature.

He took in the sight of the sexy woman. The color of her bikini was a matte dark blue that covered about three quarters of her huge breasts but showed off every inch of cleavage down to the base. Her bottoms covered most of her ample rear and the front had a slight camel toe. His harem had taken turns that morning giving each other a fresh waxing for their bikini area. He shuddered at the thought, he'd stick to shaving. Despite her youthful face, Mary looked more matronly than her daughters. Yet all four were boner inducing. He felt himself chub up a bit being surrounded by them, and sent a silent command to his traitor cock to stay down. He wasn't going to fuck any of them right now.

"You look fantastic Mary. All of you girls do. Now, everyone needs to greet their friends and mingle. Kathy, why don't we take a stroll around the pool area before we find some seats. I think I saw Gemma over there with Angie and I'd like to say hello. It was nice meeting you Joan."

As Caleb led Kathy away Joan let out a low whistle at Kathy's dark red bikini clad ass. She nudged Melissa and said, "How do you keep your tongue out of that? I mean her tits are unreal, but even her ass is amazing. I don't know whether to be jealous or beg her to let me worship her butt."

Melissa giggled and said, "Kathy isn't in to butt stuff, that's how. And she wouldn't want you worshiping her ass anyway. She's all about the titties and the kitty. You get a chance to go down on her, take it. Her pussy is yummy, and she always gives you an orgasm in return. Personally, I prefer drinking her milk while she plays with me, but I'll never say no to eating her out."

"So, I take it you like being her pet? Man, that is so weird to me. I mean, what's it like? I'm sorry Mel, I just don't really get why someone would willingly become another person's pet. This isn't the dark ages where they hunted strays for sport. Shifters are people too."

Melissa led them over to a table. Once seated she said, "You're looking at it the wrong way. It's not really weird at all from my perspective. Caleb doesn't make them wear leashes or collars like other shifters have to. Well, except for Heather, but she's a special case. April and Ramona only have to wear the collars while on duty because of their jobs, Amanda and Lu do not. And hubunnies have never had to wear the things, thank god. One good thing about the hubunny stereotype is that no one thinks of us as a big enough threat that we have to carry such a visual sign of our second class status. But to answer your second question, being a pet gives us advantages that strays don't have. Part of it is protection. You know strays are at a higher risk of being mistreated. I mean, you've reported on it often enough. Pet owners don't like when people mess with their pets, so we are safer this way."

She looked around and lowered her voice a bit, "Another part is there are no male shifters, so we have to find men willing to breed us, and that's easier if we become pets. Men who marry shifters are sometimes seen as degenerates even by people with nothing against us. So we look for established families to become pets for. Most families willing to take in and breed a shifter are not going to kick them or their children out afterwards. We become part of their families. The husband is often seen as a generous guy for taking one of us as a pet, and the wife gets all the lesbian sex she wants without having to join a women's club. And that doesn't even mention the other benefits specific to each shifter type. Hucows are super strong and can sell their milk to raise extra money for the family. Hudogs are often employed in civil services like police and firemen because of their stamina and strength and keen sense of smell. Hucats have a wide range of uses as well thanks to their sharp claws and excellent night vision. And we all have better hearing than a normal human."

She gestured in the direction Caleb and Kathy went and said, "They are way better owners than most. There are literally no rules specific to shifters here. They encourage us to stay in our shifted forms all the time. They even hate the term 'Pet Owner'. Caleb forbids us to use it. We are part of his family and that's that. When Kathy asked me to be her pet, I wanted to cheer. I know I will never regret saying yes."

She looked around but couldn't see Amanda. This was her tale to tell, but Joan needed to hear it. She turned back to Joan and said, "The other day when Amanda had to go to the hardware store to pick up some stuff for the garden, she shifted back into her normal human form and Caleb asked her why. She explained that it was because of the ridiculous leash law. Caleb told her to stay in her hucow form and if it made her feel better she could hold her own leash. He said if anyone gave her any shit, to remember she was Kathy's pet. She could go wherever she pleased and no one could do anything about it. He told her to be proud of who and what she is. Since then, she hasn't had any problems. In fact, none of us have. I've even seen a hucat out in public without a leash. She still had a collar, but it's a start. For the first time in who knows how long, shifters don't have to hide who they are anymore. You might think it's degrading to be someone's pet, but I don't Joan. I am surrounded by people that love me, that treat me like an equal, and not some sex toy to be fucked and discarded. And for that, I'd crawl across broken glass."

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