1 year later.

“Duchess. Relief.”

“Yes Master!” I squeaked, leaping up from the cozy pet bed Master gave me at the foot of his human bed. I began running over to him, but stopped after just a moment when I felt a harsh tug on my neck.

“Oops, got ahead of myself.” Master chuckled, waving his hand. He had forgotten to dispel the leash on my collar that he tied to the bed posts. Master was so silly sometimes.

Now free from my leash, I crawled my way across the room to Master’s desk where he was already pushing his chair out to make room for me at his feet - Master was always so considerate like that.

“Go slow today. I’m not in a rush to get anything else done tonight.”

“Yes Master.”

He didn’t need to tell me. The soulbound of the familiar already made me know what he wanted and how I should please him. Master just liked to make sure I had clear instructions so I couldn’t possibly mess them up. 

Working from lots of practice, I slowly reached my fuzzy little hands up to the front of his pants where a growing bulge was already straining against the fabric. I gave it a soft kiss before undoing the buttons and freeing Master’s perfect cock from his undergarments. It had his musk all over it, and to my sensitive fox nose, it was almost overwhelming enough to make me swoon and pass out - but Master gave me an order and as his familiar I had to fulfill it no matter what.

Master leaned back in his chair and let loose a satisfied sigh as I licked the tip of his cock, indulging myself just a little to savor the taste and smell of him, before plunging my head down and taking his entire girth in my mouth and throat. My reward was another grunt and moan from him, a sound that filled my insides with warmth and my head with soft fuzzies. But nothing ever compared to when he would say-

“Good girl! Oh you’re such a good girl!” Master cooed, causing me to whimper into his cock as my vision exploded into stars and the bottom of my stomach dropped out to be replaced by pure euphoria and happiness. My tail kicked into overdrive, smacking into the legs of Master’s table with a frenetic beat that I matched my head bobbing. I wanted to hear him say it again, I NEEDED to hear him say it again, I needed to feel the pleasure I was giving him travel back through our soulbond and know how happy I made him. The happier I made him, the happier I made myself - that’s how perfect it is being a nice obedient familiar. It’s so weird that I ever once thought I would hate this life. Oh no, I thought the thoughts again.

“Duchess, stop.” Master gave the order, but didn’t even give me time to comply as he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head off his cock. He held my head still as the deep blue pools of his eyes locked with mine.

“I’m sorry Master, I’m sorry-”

“Shh, let me have a look at you.”

He continued to stare into me and my severed soul, and as he did, I felt the bad emotions start to well up in my mind again. It was the damn shard in my brain! Every movement, every breath, every heartbeat of mine aggravated it again, cutting into the space around it and fissuring my mind. Master’s grip tightened on my hair and I felt my cheeks blush as I realised how degrading this was. Here I was on my knees in front of someone who literally owned me, the smell of their pre-cum on my breath, and, Pantheons Divine, why the fuck were my nethers so warm and wet? How could I be enjoying this? Worse still, how could I be enjoying that I was enjoying this? I had dignity once! I just made one mistake a year ago and-

“Oh hello again, pet,” said Master, his blue eyes now sparkling like the sea just before a lightning strike. “I want you to tell me exactly how you feel right now.”

I clamped my little fangs down on my bottom lip to try and not say anything. I was too ashamed of saying it all, and I knew how much Master would gloat at my response. But wait, didn’t I want to make Master happy? Wasn’t that what I was for? Wasn’t I meant to serve him, even if I hated what he was making me do? 

“I do enjoy your little resistances pet, but it’s growing tiresome for tonight.” Master’s lips curled again over his perfect teeth, like a predator about to strike. “I know you want to be a good girl and tell me exactly how you feel.” 

Fuck, there’s no way I can stand against that. “I’m so confused, Master! I want to be your good girl, but there’s something in my head that makes me h-h-ha-haaaa-haaaaaa-” I tried to finish my sentence, but it was just so hard. Every instinct in my familiar brain told me that the feeling was forbidden, but Master gave me an order I had to obey, and the shard was just saying fuck it all and let him have it.

“You hate me? Is that it, pet?” Master said, now moving his hand to stroke the back of my head. I wanted to both nuzzle into his touch and slap myself for being so pathetic at the same time. The shard was just so painful and confusing. I could barely speak, so instead I just focused all my willpower into one shameful nod.

Master withdrew his hand and I immediately burst into tears. He thought I was a bad pet. I was a failure of a familiar, I wish Master had never claimed me so he could have had something better. I would’ve kept going on like this, but I was yanked out of my spiral quite literally as Master wound one arm around my waist and hoisted me into the air. 

“Good, that means the little piece of the old you is still there. With how many times I erase your memory, I always think that today will be the day I accidentally shatter it for good.” I squirmed under Master’s arm as he stood and began carrying me across the room. Wait, what was that about erasing memories?

“M-master, what do you mean?” I squealed as he threw me onto his bed like I was just a travel sack at the end of a long day.

Master began taking his clothes off, unbuttoning his shirt and tearing off his pants. “Well like I said on the first day, there’s no fun in teasing you if there’s nothing of the old you to appreciate it. But I have to make sure you don’t get too used to it either, so I just snip out the memory of you realising it every time. Never gets old to be honest.”

The way he said it, it felt like he’s given this exact explanation many times before.

“And now for the fun part. I get to tame you all over again,” Master said, as he rolled me into my stomach. He grabbed and adjusted me, propping me up onto all fours before crawling on top of me; he was so big compared to my petite frame, when he was on top I felt surrounded by him, engulfed entirely by his body.

My breathing became more ragged as I inhaled more of his scent. Closer to his body it was mixed with the sweet scents of his bath oils and perfumes. They brought back memories of passing him in school hallways and gagging on the decadence that he and his cronies luxuriated in, but also the memories of sinking my face into his chest after at night and melting into his petting and cuddling. My stomach twisted itself in knots trying to figure out how I should feel.

“Master, I don’t know what to do.” I whined. Fuck, when had I gotten so pathetic? I felt so hot, my entire body was burning up in both arousal, and embarrassment at that arousal - everything was so difficult!

“I can see you’re having trouble as always, pet. So here, let me narrow it down for you.” As he said that, I felt something poking at my sopping wet folds of my cunt. Pantheons Divine, it was Master’s cock! But he didn’t push it in, it just stayed right at the lips, tantalizingly close. I bucked my hips to try and force it in, but Master simply backed off, not giving any ground. He simply held it there, like a treat being held in front of a dog’s nose until it did a trick to earn it. 

I whimpered again in frustration and realisation. I knew what I had to do, but the fucking shard was screaming at me not to do it. How humiliating it was and how angry I should be at Master for putting me in this position. 

“Come on, pet. You know what you have to do.” Master said. I could hear him all around me and feel the words vibrate in his chest. It made me pant even more in heat and anticipation - I knew what he was going to say and I knew it was going to crumble any last defense that the shard had made. Master lowered his head so his lips were next to my ears. “Be a good girl and beg.”

“Master please fuck me please! I love you so much, I want to be your good girl, I don’t want to be the hateful boy I was before, please Master, fuck it all out of me! Tame me with your cock, I need it in me, please fuck me, please-” My words turned into one long gasp as I felt Master thrust behind me, spreading my lower lips and filling me with his thick manhood. The heat I felt in my body before was nothing compared to the heat I now felt pulsing inside me. 

Master whispered into my ear again, “that’s a good girl.”

I would have collapsed right there from pleasure if Master hadn’t summoned the leash around my neck to hold me up. Pure delight radiated back and forth across our soulbound: his satisfaction from taming me again, and my utter delight at getting fucked. The shard screamed and thrashed, but it was blasted back down by the torrent of pure ecstasy I felt in that moment. 

Master was getting close now, I could feel his climax building through the soulbound. His thrusts became even more forceful, shaking the bed and pushing me forward each time he slammed behind me. He grunted and panted, his cock throbbing with its imminent finish. 

Then, just as I sensed his orgasm approaching, I felt teeth sink into the exposed skin of my neck, just above my collar. These weren’t the perfect straight teeth of my Master, but they were very familiar. They were the sharpened fangs with the telltale buzz of arcane energy that could only belong to a spectral hound, or its jaws at least - Master had bitten my neck using my favorite spell, the spell he had taken from me one year ago. And Pantheons Divine, it was so fucking hot.

Master grunted as he came, with me following shortly behind, spurred on by our connection in the soulbound. I felt his cock throb inside me, shooting load after load of thick seed into my throbbing cunt. I moaned, whimpered, and shuddered, my tail even managing to unpin itself from under Master’s torso and begin wagging faster than a hummingbird’s wings between his legs. Every complaint and argument from the shard was drowned out by the warm static in my brain as Master and I felt like one for this singular moment in time. At this point, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

I wanted to collapse onto the bed, but the bite still on my neck made me instinctively freeze and just stay there to let Master do anything he wanted to me like a good pet should. He thrusted a few more times, spurting the last of his load that my cunt greedily milked out of him. Finally he pulled out, dispelling both the leash and the bite, and letting me fall to the bed in a messy heap. 

“Maaaaasteeeeeeer,” I moaned on the bed as he climbed off and began putting his clothes back on. I was crying again, but I couldn’t tell if they were of joy or of sadness. Maybe both. 

“I’ll erase your memory of this a bit later on so that we can play again tomorrow,” he said, pulling his pants back on and going back to his work desk. “For now just sit in your mess.”

“Yes Master,” I drawled, my mind too empty to say or do much else. I could smell his musk all over me, like he had marked me as his property, and I suppose he had; the idea both thrilled and terrified me. Wait, was the shard still there?

…Yes it was still there. It was yelling profanities at me now. Calling me a pathetic fucktoy with a rich prick’s cum dripping out of it. I giggled at the thought, because if I was a fucktoy, then at least I was a well used and loved one. 

“I love you Master,” I called out to him, my tail thumping lazily but satisfied on the bed.

He looked back at me from his desk and flashed me those perfect teeth with a smile. “And I love you, pet.”

I settled back into my mess like Master had told me to, rewarding me with a flood of pleasure at another order followed. I could ignore the shard for a while now. After all, who cares what it thought when I had the most wonderful, perfect Master in all the known realms.