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mistress’ seed.
    “Is this really what you consider your inner self to be, Tanya?”
    The question came some five seconds after she had started wondering what to do. Usually, Isha would lead her to the shower, or at least give her an indication of how long she was to parade around with a cum-stained face. Not this time.
    “No, of course not,” she said.
    “ Not too long ago, you said you were a servant, pleaser and submissive. That changed?”
    “ No, mistress.”
    “ But it’s not all you are, then?”
    “ No, mistress.”
    “ What more are you?”
    A few seconds of pregnant silence followed. Tanya parted, then closed her lips. She swallowed. She still had not really understood, had no real answer after what she thought would have pleased her mistress was rejected. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the remains of the seed slowly seeping down her angled face. “I’m not sure how to answer that.”
    Isha’s hand was gentle as it curled around her chin. Even after the slaps and the degrading knee-crawl through the house, a simple touch was all it took to coax a smile out of her. She tried to stop it at first but could not. She just let it happen. She felt safe in her mistress’ hands. In spite of everything she felt safer than she ever had, even when she knew she had disappointed.
    “ Tanya, you’re not just a submissive. Be serious. You know that, I know that. You’re more than that one aspect, you’re... You’re not sure who you are,” she said. Her thumb slowly pushed up into Tanya’s hair, caressing the girl’s jawline on its way.
    “ That’s perfectly reasonable. No one knows everything about themselves, It’s enough to just be yourself, whatever that means.” She leaned down, her lips granting the tip of Tanya’s nose a gentle kiss. “Stop thinking you can define yourself by what we do together. We’re doing this to pull more of you out from that brain of yours, not to make you a whimpering little subby slave,” she said. Isha’s lips moved down, pressing a deep kiss to her pet’s lips. They shared each other’s tastes for a long moment before it was time to clean up.

Cheating in the Caribbean
     
    Rika could still see the girl standing near the shore, a giant tropical-printed towel tied under her armpits, and her feet buried in the sand. It was late evening, only a week after Rika’s release. The girl had no idea just what the woman observing her was. Rika had no idea who and what she truly was either, not until much later.
    Rika woke up alone in her hotel room with no recollection of the time that had passed between the beach and then. It was as if she had blinked when she had last seen the girl, and when she opened her eyes again time had fast-forwarded two hours and she was back in her hotel room. She was disoriented, but other than being tired and gaining a few bruises seemed fine. Exhaustion quickly overtook any worry.
    It was morning when Rika next opened her eyes. For a while she just laid in the bed, thinking of how her life had changed since the same time last year. How she had been poor, living on the streets without a future. People with nowhere to go become desperate, and that was exactly what she had been when she had been offered a spot in the program.
    She had not cared what it was about at that point, only that she would be given a free and comfortable life in exchange for one year in the hands of geneticists. Science had come far in the decades since the start of the second millennium, and its implementation was, as always, driven by sex.
    With no family left Rika had no one she cared about left to shame her, so she stayed with the program, even when she discovered what it was about. It was a development in humanity she thought was interesting; the morphing of physiology catering to the wishes of whoever could pay.
    Finally the furries, and plenty of others besides, would have their fantasies come true. Plastic surgery was all well and good, but it was still