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I chew on the food. It’s good. Both sweet and salty. A very yummy treat.

Daddy offers me another piece from his palm, and I lean forward and pick it up with my lips. He’s grinning as I chomp on the bite. “Such a good Little pet,” he murmurs, petting me again. Next, he smooths his fingers over a lock of my hair, releasing it to stroke my breast and tap my nipple. “So pretty.”

I arch my chest toward him, whimpering.

“My girl is needy,” he murmurs. “Your body is so desperate for my touch that you’d let me eat your sweet cunt in front of my employees, wouldn’t you, Little pet?”

I gasp and rear back, glancing past Daddy to see the two men aren’t even in the room right now. I’m panting, though. I was so caught up in Daddy’s gentle words and fondling that I forgot people could be watching us.

Daddy chuckles. “Don’t worry, Little pet. I won’t fuck your pretty cunt with my mouth, my cock, or any other object in front of anyone else.”

That’s a relief, but I’m unnerved by the suggestion, anyway.

Daddy sets the food dish on the floor. “I’ll let you feed yourself. One piece at a time, though, Little pet. I don’t want you stuffing your mouth and choking.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble before I reach for another bite. “Is mine the same as theirs?” I nod toward the shorgs.

“Nope. Theirs is a different recipe. It won’t hurt you, though. You can try it if you want. Their palates prefer saltier foods. Humans seem to like a bit of sweetness.”

I look at the almost empty bowls of my new companions. There’s no way I would take any of their food. That would be rude. They might not like me doing so. It’s not necessary for me to try the shorgs’ food. My own is fine.

Daddy is still smiling as he leaves me to finish. I watch him walk away. Even his butt is attractive. He’s a gorgeous man. I’m so lucky that he bought me.

Aren’t I?

FIFTEEN

The shorgs are so sweet. They don’t leave my side all day. Daddy says they feel protective of me. I’m the new pet in the shelter, and they’re watching over me.

I adore them, but I tear up when Daddy brings me a marn. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. There were pictures and videos of kittens on the space station, and marns are similar, but seeing one in real life stops my heart.

Daddy squats in front of me and sets the ball of white fluff in my lap. My lip quivers. “Daddy…” I whisper as I pet her soft fur. She’s even softer than the shorgs.

“I thought you might like her.”

“She’s precious. And so tiny. Is she a baby?”

“Yes. She’s only a few weeks old. Someone found her abandoned by her mama and brought her to the shelter. She has to be bottle-fed for a few more weeks. Would you like to feed her?”

I look up at him with wide eyes. “Can I?”

“Of course.” He hands me the tiniest bottle I’ve ever seen.

The furball makes the funniest sound when she sees it. I think she knows it’s her food, and she’s anxious to taste it.

“Just hold it up to her mouth. She’ll latch on and suck it down in no time. She’s getting stronger every day.”

I giggle when the marn starts sucking. The two shorgs are plastered to my sides, watching with boredom in their eyes. They’ve seen this marn many times. I don’t think they’re impressed with her. Obviously, they don’t realize how cute she is.

“That’s perfect, Rava. You’re doing a great job. You think you’ve got this? Can I leave you to feed her?”

“Yes, Daddy. I promise I’ll do a good job.”

I don’t take my eyes off her for a second. She’s precious. I can’t stop petting her. When she finishes the bottle, she promptly falls asleep in my arms. I can’t even see her little face. She’s so tiny and all curled up, purring contentedly.

Daddy checks on me. “Do you want me to put her back in her kennel, Little pet?”

“No, Daddy. Please, may I hold her?”