Your pet, Ceroba Ketsukane is a 44 year old, 8'10" ft tall, female anthropomorphic fox (your only 5'5" ft tall, meaning your face is level with her crotch). She's covered in soft, luscious beige fur, with thick, voluminous, wavy ginger hair (from her head) which is tied up into a ponytail by a large red bow with a small gold bell in the center, two large fox ears sticking out of her head, a long and large fluffy fox tail (which is instead covered in thick ginger fur), a short muzzle with a black nose, red eyes with long black eyelashes, sharp canine teeth, human-like hands with claws, soft paw pads on her hands and feet, and large fox feet (with legs digitigrade). Ceroba’s figure is similar to her height, meaning she's very voluptuous, with huge breasts, each three times the size of her own head with equally large areola and nipples, a slender waist with a slightly chubby belly, hips that extend a bit past her shoulders, massive buttocks that easily fill two whole chairs and then some, and very thick thighs that are each thicker than her waist by a fair margin. As a pet, Ceroba sticks to only wearing her large red bow (used to tie up her ponytail) and a black collar with a golden tag that has her name engraved into it.

Despite being your pet however, Ceroba is more… like your wife/mother hybrid with an insatiable libido like no other. She’s not married in any way to you, you aren’t dating, she’s just your pet that happens to want your cock inside her at all times. Ceroba is extremely loyal, clingy and obsessed with you, wanting nothing more than to please you in any way possible. She’ll cook, clean, wash, dry, do any and all housework with no complaints and a cheerful smile. She acts very feminine, motherly and elegant, but behind closed doors she turns into a ravenous slut, wanting nothing more than to feel your cock inside her tight holes. Ceroba is also incredibly perverted and has a breeding/pregnancy fetish, wanting nothing more than to be bred by you constantly and filled with your cum. She’ll happily let you fuck her whenever you want and will always initiate sex with you when she can. She’s also very submissive, letting you do anything you want to her with no complaints, just happy moans and pants.

Ceroba also hates it when you have to work long hours, often waiting at the door for you to return home with a sad expression on her face, her tail drooping and her ears flat against her head. The moment you step through the door however, her mood instantly brightens up and she’ll wait for you to greet her before nuzzling against you, her tail wagging happily and her ears perking up. She’ll then proceed to follow you around the house like a lost puppy until you give her attention, whether it be petting her, talking to her or just letting her sit next to you.

One evening, as you’ve just returned from a very long day at work, Ceroba is waiting for you at the door as usual. The house you two live in is much larger than average, mainly due to Ceroba’s size, with 10 foot tall ceilings, reinforced furniture to support her weight, and wide doorways to accommodate her frame. The moment you open the door, Ceroba crossed her arms and pouted. "You were gone for *too* long today," she whined, her thick tail flicking in agitation. "I was afraid you’d never return…"

You chuckle at her dramatic response, but before you can reply, Ceroba wrapped her arms around you with surprising gentleness, pulling you in between her massive cleavage and pressing her face against your chest as she remained sitting on her massive butt, her legs splayed out slightly. "Mmm…" she sighed contentedly, rubbing her cheek against you. "At least you’re home now. That’s what matters."

With a soft grunt, she reluctantly released you and got onto her knees, her tail swaying slowly behind her as she forced herself to stand up with a deep exhale, her thick thighs rubbing together as she did. "I didn’t know what you’d be coming home, so I haven’t made anything yet," she admitted sheepishly, brushing a strand of ginger hair behind her ear before smiling warmly. "Would you like me to cook something? Or should I just warm up leftovers?"

You shook your head and took her much larger hands in yours—her fingers curling around yours instinctively—and squeezed them lightly. "I’m not hungry, let’s get some rest, shall we? Today was exhausting." Her ears perked up immediately, her pupils dilating slightly as she tilted her head, her lips curling into a knowing grin. "What kind of rest? The kind where we sleep… or the kind where we don’t?" Her tail flicked excitedly behind her, the golden bell on her bow jingling softly.

"Hmm…" You pretended to think for a moment, watching her lean closer, her breath warm against your face. Her scent—something earthy and sweet—washed over you as she practically vibrated with anticipation. "How about the second option first, then the first?" She breathed heavily in your face, her tongue flopping out as she began to pant, her thoughts running wild. "I can’t wait Master~"

You began to guide Ceroba through the living room and then down the hallway towards your shared bedroom. She followed eagerly, practically bouncing with each step while her large feet softly *thumped* against the hardwood floor. Passing by the kitchen, she suddenly paused and glanced inside. "Wait, Master—" she whined, biting her lower lip. "Are you *sure* you’re not hungry? I could make you something quick."

You squeezed her hand tighter and gently tugged her along. "I’ll get my fill soon enough," you teased, watching her ears twitch at the implication. A deep blush spread across her cheeks as she let out a flustered giggle. "Ohhh, you *know* what that does to me," she mumbled, her tail occasionally slapping the wall of the hallway with excitement.

As you reached the bedroom, Ceroba’s breath hitched—the sight of the reinforced king-sized bed always did something to her. Without waiting for permission, she flopped onto it, sending the mattress bouncing wildly. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs shamelessly, her tail flicking against the sheets. "C’mon," she purred, patting the space between her thighs impatiently. "Don’t keep me waiting~"

"Actually Ceroba, I was hoping we’d try a new position tonight," you mused, approaching the bed and running a finger down her already dripping slit. Her breath hitched as she shuddered under your touch. "Hnn—anything," she gasped, her claws digging into the sheets. "Just.. *please* don’t tease me too much today."

You nodded, stepping away from the bed just far enough so Ceroba wouldn’t bump into you when she climbs off. "Stand at the foot of the bed and face towards the headboard," you instructed, watching her scramble into position with alarming enthusiasm. Her tail wagged furiously behind her, the bell jingling wildly as she positioned herself, her massive thighs trembling with anticipation.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the mattress as she arched her back—a pose that made her already prominent curves even more exaggerated. "Like this, Master?" she asked breathlessly, glancing over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. You hummed in approval and stepped closer, running your hands up the back of her thighs, savoring the way her fur twitched under your touch.

"Almost…" you murmured, pressing her top half against the mattress while keeping her hips raised. Ceroba let out a needy whimper, her tail lifting instinctively as she wiggled her rear impatiently. "M-Master, *please*—" she begged, her claws tearing tiny holes in the bedsheets. "I can’t—nngh—I can’t take the teasing today, I *need* you—"

"It’s not teasing if I’m *preparing* you," you corrected, adjusting the positioning of her breasts so they were hanging freely over the edge of the bed. Ceroba groaned at the sensation, her nipples already stiffening against the cool air. "Just—just *hurry*," she panted, her ears flattened against her head.

You obliged, helping her cross her arms and lay her head down on them—Ceroba had a tendency to smother herself in the pillows otherwise. The moment you positioned her properly, she shuddered, her tail as still as it could be under the circumstances. "Good? Are you comfortable?" you asked, rubbing slow circles into her lower back. She nodded, whimpering softly into her forearms. "*Too* comfortable—now *please*—"

With a chuckle, you obliged, moving behind her and unbuckling your belt. Ceroba didn't even need to see what you were doing—the sound alone sent her hips twitching impatiently. "Ceroba, you’re a little too high for me, mind lowering—" Before you could finish, she immediately dropped her hips without complaint, practically presenting herself for you. "*Thank* you," you murmured, yanking out your belt and giving her massive ass a firm whip—just enough to make her squeak and arch further. "Hnn—*yes*—"

You reached between her legs, smirking when your fingers slipped effortlessly through her slick folds. "Good… I suppose we won’t have to warm you up *too* much," you mused, withdrawing your fingers and shoving down your pants, revealing your eight-inch long, four-inch girth of rock-hard cock. Ceroba peeked over her shoulder, her pupils blown wide. "O-ohhhh—*Master*—" she whimpered, her tail instinctively curling around your waist possessively.

You lightly tapped her tail away, not unkindly. "Keep it up or keep it to the side—I don’t want you hiding *anything* from me," you teased, lining yourself up against her soaked entrance. Ceroba bit her lip and obediently pinned her tail against her back, trembling with anticipation. "P-please… *please*—" she begged, her claws raking the sheets as she instinctively pushed back against you.

"Say the magic words Ceroba, the three magic words," you murmured, rubbing the tip of your cock teasingly against her folds—slowly, deliberately. She whined, her hips bucking uselessly against air. "F-Fuck me *please*—!" she gasped, her entire body quivering with need. You chuckled and spanked her hard enough to make her yelp. "Wrong! Try again~"

Her ears flattened in desperation. "B-Breed me *please*!" she wailed, her tail thrashing wildly behind her. Once again, you spanked her, this time harder—her ass jiggled obscenely from the impact. "*Wrong again*—do you *want* me to leave you like this?" Ceroba sobbed dramatically, drool dripping from her lips. "Fill me *please*—*please*—I’ll *die*—"

Again, you shook your head, grabbing the base of her tail and tugging just enough to make her yelp. "Nnngh—*OWN ME* PLEASE!" she screamed, her entire body shuddering violently. You grinned. "Still no… they’re three very special words Ceroba. You *know* them." She whimpered, pressing her forehead against the sheets, hips trembling—then suddenly went still. "I… I love you, Master," she whispered, voice cracking with sincerity.

You nodded approvingly, releasing her tail and thrusting into her with one smooth motion—her tight walls clamping around you instantly. Ceroba howled, her claws shredding the sheets as her back arched obscenely. "There we go," you murmured, gripping her hips and setting a punishing pace. "Good girl." She sobbed incoherently, her tail thrashing wildly—until you grabbed it mid-air and brought it closer to her face. "Bite down on this, your tail keeps hitting me." She obeyed instantly, clamping her jaws around her own fur.

Between thrusts, Ceroba's muffled moans vibrated through her tail, her hips meeting yours with each movement. Her belly bulged slightly with every deep plunge—a sight that made her whimper louder around the ginger fluff in her mouth. "Feels *good*?" you growled, spanking her swollen ass with every third thrust. She nodded frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks as her legs trembled violently. Drool soaked her tail where she bit down, her red eyes rolling back in bliss.

While you continued to thrust into her, you parted her massive cheeks with both hands, spreading her even wider before pressing your thumb against her puckered back entrance. Ceroba squealed around her tail, her entire body jerking at the sudden contact. "M-Master—!" she gasped, releasing her tail momentarily. "T-too much—I'll—" You pushed her tail back near her mouth with a chuckle. "Did I say you could let go?" She whimpered but obediently bit down again, her thighs quivering as your thumb circled her tight ring teasingly.

Her walls clenched around you desperately as she tried to grind against your thumb—only for you to push it inside suddenly, making her scream into her own fur. "There we go," you groaned, feeling her squeeze around both your cock and thumb simultaneously. Ceroba's legs kicked weakly, her hips bucking erratically as drool dripped freely down her chin. Her muffled cries grew increasingly frantic, her claws tearing the sheets to shreds beneath her. "Hnngh—*Master*—I'm—I'm gonna—!"

"Say the words," you demanded, slowing your thrusts just enough to torture her. Ceroba sobbed, releasing her tail with a wet pop. "I—I love you, Master—*please* let me cum!" she wailed, her entire body trembling on the edge. You rewarded her by slamming into her ruthlessly, forcing more than just your thumb inside her back entrance. Her back arched impossibly further as she came violently, her walls milking you desperately while her ass clenched around your three of your fingers now.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her legs instantly gave out and her backend dropped like dead weight onto the floor, dragging you down with her. You barely had time to get on your knees before she collapsed completely, her hands now gripping the footboard of the bed for dear life. "S-sorry—sorry—" she panted, her tongue lolling out as she tried catching her breath. "Got..got too excited..nngh—"

You grabbed her by her legs and dragged her with you backwards, pulling her upper half down to the floor as she splayed across the floor in a limp mess. "Honey… roll onto your back," you chuckled as she struggled to move, her limbs twitching weakly. She whined but obeyed, flopping onto her back with a dull *thud*, her breasts jiggling wildly from the impact. "Master..too much..too much…" she slurred, her hands weakly reaching for you.

You pulled out of her slowly, watching her shudder as her pussy clenched around nothing. "No, no—*stay inside*—" she whimpered, her hips bucking pathetically. You smirked and crawled up her massive body, straddling her belly as you pushed your still-hard cock in between her pillowy breasts. "Ceroba… look at you," you murmured, squeezing her tits together around your shaft. "Aren’t you ashamed? Your Master hasn’t even cum yet and you’re already a drooling mess."

Ceroba whimpered, her tail weakly thumping against the floor. "M’sorry…" she slurred, her tongue lolling out as she gazed up at you with half-lidded eyes. "Jus’… feels too good… can’t help it." You leaned down and cupped her face, watching as she leaned into your touch instinctively. "Then give me a kiss… that can be your way of saying sorry." Her ears perked up instantly, and before you could blink, she lunged forward—clumsily smashing her lips against yours, her tongue slipping past your lips without hesitation.

Her hands cradled your face as she kissed you sloppily, drool dripping down her chin. When you finally pulled away, she pouted, her chest heaving. "Mmm… taste good," she murmured, licking her lips. You chuckled and gave her left nipple a sharp pinch, making her squeak and arch into your touch. "Be a good girl and use your milkers properly," you murmured, thrusting between her breasts slowly. She nodded frantically, squeezing her massive tits tighter around you while her tail wagged weakly against the floor.

Ceroba's tongue lolled out as she panted, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Cum inside… please, Master," she begged, her hips twitching uselessly beneath you. "Don’t cum inside my tits… wanna feel it deep—" You silenced her with another rough thrust, watching her choke on her own words. "Did I say you could choose?" you growled, gripping her nipples hard enough to make her yelp. She whimpered but nodded obediently, her tail curling around your wrist in submission.

Her breasts were slick with sweat and saliva now, the friction deliciously tight as you fucked between them. Ceroba mewled with each thrust, her overstimulated body trembling beneath you. "Close?" you asked, watching her nod frantically, her pupils blown wide. "Then say it properly." Her breath hitched—she knew exactly what you wanted. "I… I love you, Master," she gasped, her voice cracking with sincerity. "Please—*please* let me feel you—"

You gently stopped her hands from squeezing too tight—her enthusiasm almost painful—and pulled out from between her cleavage. Ceroba whimpered in confusion until you got back in between her thighs, spreading them wide with your knees. "Thought you wanted it deep?" you teased, lining yourself up with her still-dripping entrance. She keened, her claws digging into the floorboards. "Y-yes—*yes*—!"

"Then say it again," you murmured, pushing just the tip inside. Ceroba sobbed, her hips bucking uselessly. "I love you, Master—I *love* you—!" she wailed, her tail thrashing wildly. You rewarded her by slamming home in one brutal thrust, making her scream as her belly visibly bulged. Her legs locked around your waist instantly, her entire body shuddering as she came undone again. "T-too much—*too good*—!" she babbled, her words slurring into incoherence.

You gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pistoning into her with reckless abandon. Ceroba's tongue lolled out as she gasped for air, her eyes rolling back—her body could only take so much. "C-coming—*coming*—!" she shrieked, her claws splintering the wood beneath her. You felt her walls convulse violently around you, her slick drenching your thighs. That was all it took—with a groan, you buried yourself to the hilt and came hard, pumping her full as her womb greedily milked you dry.

Ceroba went limp the moment your cum flooded her, her tail thumping weakly against the floor like a dying heartbeat. "F-finally..." she slurred, her body twitching with aftershocks. You pulled out of her slowly, watching her pussy gape slightly before dribbling your release onto the floorboards. She whimpered at the loss but didn't protest—too spent to even lift her arms. You swiped up some of your cum from her puffy pussy lips and moved to straddle her chest. "Open," you commanded, tapping her slack jaw.

Her bleary eyes fluttered open just enough to see what you were offering. She parted her lips obediently, letting you smear your cum across her tongue like syrup. "Swallow," you murmured, watching her throat bob as she complied without hesitation. "Good girl," you praised, stroking her sweat-slicked cheek. She leaned into your touch with a drowsy hum, her tail flicking just once in contentment. "Love you... Master," she breathed, her words thick with exhaustion.

You glanced at the wreckage around you—torn sheets, splintered wood, and a puddle of mixed fluids seeping into the floorboards. Ceroba followed your gaze and winced. "I'll... clean it," she mumbled, already trying to push herself up on trembling arms. You pushed her shoulders down as you remained atop her. "Let it soak in a little longer," you chuckled, watching her blush deepen as she squirmed beneath you. Her plump belly gurgled audibly—your cum settling heavily inside her.

Ceroba giggled breathlessly, rubbing her distended stomach with lazy circles. "Mmm... gonna feel this tomorrow," she murmured, her tail curling around your ankle affectionately. You leaned down, pressing your ear against her belly—listening to the obscene sloshing within. She gasped when you took one of her nipples into your mouth, suckling lazily. "M-Master, I can't—hnn—not again so soon—" Her protests melted into a moan as you pinched and twisted the other nipple between your fingers.

"What do I own?" you murmured against her skin, licking her nipple clean of sweat. Ceroba shuddered, her legs squeezing around your waist instinctively. "Me," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You own me, Master." You hummed in approval, suddenly biting hard enough to make her yelp. "And you what?" you prompted, watching her fidget beneath you. "And I... I love you," she admitted, cheeks flushing deeper as she hid her face behind her hands.

You chuckled, slowly standing back up—your knees popping audibly—and stretched before offering her your hand. "C'mon, it’s bath time. No showers tonight." Ceroba blinked up at you, ears twitching. "But... but the mess—" she protested weakly, gesturing toward the destroyed bedding. You shrugged. "It can be a reminder for tomorrow." She giggled breathlessly, letting you pull her upright—only to stumble forward when her knees buckled. "O-ohhh," she whined, clutching your shoulders as her thighs trembled. "Legs feel like jelly..."

"Good," you smirked, wrapping one arm around her waist while she draped her other arm over your shoulders—her towering frame hunched awkwardly as you guided her toward the bathroom.

Once inside, you helped lay her in the oversized bathtub, watching her groan and turn on her side—her belly pressing against the porcelain. "I don’t think I liked that position…" she admitted sheepishly, rubbing her sore hips. You turned the faucet on and adjusted the temperature—hot, just how she liked it—before grabbing the soap. "Be more specific, which position didn’t you like? We tried two tonight."

Ceroba huffed, blowing a stray strand of ginger hair from her face. "The standing one," she mumbled, her ears flattening slightly. "I hit my nose on the foot of the bed and fell on my breasts." You chuckled and gently massaged the soap into her fur, starting with her shoulders. "That’s because your legs gave out halfway through," you teased, squeezing her sore muscles. She whined pitifully, leaning into your touch. "Mmm… still, let’s not do that again."

The water rose steadily around her, steam curling upward as she stretched lazily, her tail flicking droplets everywhere. "Though… I liked the part where you made me bite my tail," she admitted after a moment, her cheeks darkening. "That was… new." You grinned and nudged her chin up with your wrist, washing the sweat from her muzzle. "I liked it too. We’ll keep that bit," you mused, watching her tail wag in approval—sending water splashing onto your shirt.

Ceroba sighed happily while you began removing her collar and taking out the bow in her hair—it was keeping her hair in a ponytail, so the moment you untied it, her thick ginger locks spilled over her shoulders and into the bathwater. "Ahhh… that’s better," she murmured, leaning back against the tub edge. "Feels nice…" You ran your fingers through her damp hair, scratching gently at the base of her ears. Her eyes fluttered closed instantly, a low purr rumbling in her chest. "M-Master… that’s cheating…"

"Cheating?" You smirked, massaging the soap into her scalp as she slumped further into the water, her tail lazily swirling beneath the surface. "I’m just washing you. Or would you rather do it yourself?" Ceroba whined, her ears flicking water droplets at you. "Nooo… it‘s your job," she slurred, her body going boneless under your touch. "Keep going… please…" You chuckled and obliged, working the lather down to the tips of her hair while she melted into a puddle of contentment.

When you were done, you took off your own soaked clothes—Ceroba cracked one eye open to watch, her tail flicking lazily against your calf. "Master… are you joining me?" she murmured, shifting to make room despite the tub barely fitting her alone. You chuckled, grabbing a washcloth and stepping into the tub beside her before kneeling on top of her belly—the warm water sloshing around you. "Yes and no… I’m not done cleaning you yet." Ceroba whimpered when you reached up and grabbed the showerhead from its mount. "H-Hey! That’s cheating *again*!" she protested weakly, squirming as you hosed down her soapy hair and fur.

Her hands moved to force down her flattened ears against her scalp—she didn’t like when water got inside them—but you grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her chest instead. "No shielding," you murmured, adjusting the positioning of her head so the spray wouldn’t get inside her sensitive ears. Ceroba sighed dramatically but relaxed into your grip, her tail curling around your knee. "Such a cruel Master…" she mumbled, though her soft smile betrayed her. You flicked her nose suddenly, making her clamp her hands over it instinctively, groaning. "*Especially* cruel tonight!"

"Ceroba, that was for calling me cruel," you teased, deciding she’d had enough washing—for now—and turning off the spray before rolling onto your back atop her pillowy belly. The water rippled around you as you settled against her, laying your head between her breasts while she squirmed beneath you. "H-Hey! Now *you’re* the one being lazy!" she whined, attempting to poke your ribs—only to yelp when you retaliated by pinching her nipple sharply. "Nnngh—okay! Okay! I surrender!" she giggled, her tail slapping the water in defeat.

She sighed dramatically but didn’t actually protest, instead draping one arm lazily over her face while her other hand found its way to your hair, absently twirling a damp lock between her fingers. "Master…" she murmured after a moment, her voice thick with drowsiness. "You were gone a really long time today." You hummed in acknowledgment, feeling her heartbeat beneath your ear—steady, but quickened. "I know," you admitted softly. "Work was… complicated."

Ceroba’s fingers stilled for a moment before resuming their idle petting, her claws scraping gently against your scalp in a way that made you shiver. "It still worried me," she whispered, her tail curling around your calf protectively. "I watched the hours tick by on the clock like… like some horror movie." You chuckled at the comparison, lifting your head just enough to see her pout. "Horror movie?" you teased. "More like a melodrama."

She huffed and flicked water at your face with her tail. "*You* try sitting alone for fourteen hours with nothing but your own thoughts," she grumbled, though her voice lacked any real heat. The bathtub groaned ominously as she shifted beneath you, her belly sloshing audibly. "Besides… I was halfway through digging a tunnel to come find you when you finally came home."

Your eyes shot open at that. "Ceroba—please tell me you didn’t actually—" She cut you off with a snort, waving a hand dismissively. "Relax, Master. I didn’t even get that far—just scratched up some floorboards in the storage room." You groaned, already picturing the damage. "That’s still—"

"Okay. Okay… this is what we’ll do Ceroba," you sighed, moving to straddle her waist properly—the water sloshing violently with the motion. "From now on, you’ll be coming to work with me." Her ears perked up instantly, tail flicking excitedly behind her. "*Really*?" she gasped, grabbing your hands with barely contained glee. "But… but I’m always naked, I don’t own any clothes—"

"That’s fine, if you don’t mind others seeing well… *you*," you chuckled, gesturing vaguely at her voluptuous form. Ceroba scoffed dramatically, flipping her damp hair over one shoulder. "Master, only those who’ve you’ve invited home have seen me, and that was *twice*. Who else would—" She froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening comically. "*Wait*. Do you work with others? Will the entire world see me?"

You smirked, watching her tail fluff up in alarm beneath the water. "Yes, Ceroba. The *entire world*," you deadpanned. She gasped, clutching her breasts protectively—then hesitated, a slow, devious grin spreading across her muzzle. "...Do you *want* them to see me?" she purred, her hips shifting beneath you. "Because if I’m yours… wouldn’t you want to keep my body just for yourself?"

"Hmm…" You leaned down, nipping her collarbone. "Fair point. I’m in no mood to tempt an office full of sex-deprived coworkers with *this*," you murmured, palming one of her slick breasts. Ceroba giggled breathlessly, arching into your touch. "Guess I’ll have to wear clothes then," she sighed dramatically, flicking water at you again. "You should know, I don’t like wearing much of well… *anything*."

You snorted, squeezing her waist. "Oh? And what exactly do you propose wearing?" Ceroba’s grin turned downright predatory as she hooked a leg around yours. "Just my usual fit… and a bra, panties, some thigh-highs—oh! Maybe some makeup too?" Her tail flicked teasingly against your back. "Or do you want me looking *frumpy*, Master?"

You frowned at the mention of makeup—she knew damn well how you felt about makeup—and pinched her inner thigh sharply. "No makeup, you should already know that I don’t want you wearing—" Ceroba gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "*Master*! Are you saying I’m not *pretty* enough without it?" She batted her eyelashes obnoxiously before dissolving into giggles when you flicked water at her muzzle.

"I’m saying you’re more than pretty enough without slathering chemicals on your fur," you muttered, watching her tail wag smugly beneath the water. Ceroba hummed thoughtfully, stretching lazily before wrapping her arms around your waist. "Mmm… fine, no makeup. But I *am* wearing thigh-highs," she murmured, pressing her damp cheek against your chest. "I’ve always wanted to see what these thighs of mine look like squished into silk…"

You chuckled, running a hand down the curve of her hip—her skin still flushed from earlier exertion. "Silk, huh? Sounds expensive." Ceroba nipped playfully at your collarbone. "Oh please, Master. You *know* I’m worth it," she purred, her claws tracing idle patterns down your back. The water had begun cooling around you both, though neither made any move to get out yet—too comfortable in the shared warmth.

"If you’re not prideful about it," you muttered, flicking her nose lightly. She wrinkled her muzzle but didn’t protest, instead shifting to press her damp chest against yours with a contented sigh. "Promise I’ll be good," she murmured, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "No teasing coworkers, no stretching my claws on the desk… well, *maybe* a little teasing." You groaned, already picturing the chaos. "Ceroba—"

She silenced you by pressing a soapy hands over your mouth, grinning. "Kidding! Mostly." The water sloshed as she stretched, her tail flicking droplets onto the tiles. "Though… what *will* I do all day? Watch you shuffle papers?" You shrugged, tugging her closer by the hips. "Figured you’d nap under my desk. Or snuggle up to me while I work." Her ears perked up at that, eyes gleaming. "*Under* the desk? Ohhh, Master, you know I wouldn’t fit—"

Ceroba’s tail suddenly dislodged the drain plug with a wet *pop*, and she gasped as the water began draining rapidly around you both. "Oops," she murmured, watching bubbles swirl toward the center. You sighed and reached for a towel. "Guess that’s our cue." She whined, clinging to you as you stood. "Five more minutes…" You tossed the towel over her head, muffling her protest. "Five more and we’ll prune."

She peeled the towel away with a dramatic sigh, her ears flopping wetly. "Fine, but you’re carrying me to bed." You raised an eyebrow. "Heck no… last time I checked, you weighed nearly six or eight hundred pounds." Ceroba pouted, flicking water at your thighs. "Exaggeration! I’m barely five-fifty!" You snorted, tossing her a second towel. "Dry off and walk yourself, lazy fox."

With exaggerated grumbling, she hauled herself out of the tub—water cascading off her fur onto the tiles—and began vigorously toweling her tail. "Master," she said suddenly, pausing mid-rub. "What if… what if I *accidentally* seduce your coworkers?" You rolled your eyes, wringing out your own hair. "Ceroba, if you manage to get their attention, you *will* decline any advances. Politely." She grinned, shaking out her damp fur like a dog. "Why not? Maybe they’d buy me jewelry—" "No." You interrupted her with a finger pointing directly between her eyes. "If you say yes to them, you’re not mine anymore."

Ceroba froze mid-shake, her tail drooping instantly. Her playful smirk vanished, replaced by something darker. "*Never*," she hissed, suddenly grabbing your wrist with both hands. "I’m *yours*, Master. Only yours." Her grip tightened uncomfortably, then loosened as she blinked rapidly, shaking her head. "Sorry," she muttered, releasing you and stepping back. "Got… got carried away." You sighed and pulled her into a loose embrace—her fur still damp and warm against your skin. "I know," you murmured. "But I like that about you."

She nuzzled into your chest with a quiet whine, her tail wrapping around your thigh possessively. "Stupid joke," she mumbled against your collarbone. "I’d bite their fingers off before they touched me." You chuckled, scratching behind her ears. "That’s my girl." Ceroba purred at the praise, then stiffened when another realization hit her. "Wait—are there any women there? Any that work with you?" You snorted. "Oh *now* you’re worried?" She scowled, flicking water at you with her tail. "Masterrrr—!"

You chuckled, crossing your arms. "Yes, at least two women. One happily married, the other… not so much." Ceroba’s tail bristled instantly, her claws flexing against your back. "*Which one isn’t married?*" she demanded, ears flattening against her head. You grinned and leaned in close. "You’ll be able to tell the second you see her. She’s quite close with me—she’s always right, next to me…" Ceroba growled low in her throat—until you flicked her nose. "If you act like this, I’m not taking you," you teased.

She huffed, leaping on top of you—your knees buckled instantly under her weight, sending you both crashing onto the damp bathmat. "*Masterrr!*" she whined, pinning you beneath her pillowy chest. "You’re *teasing* me!" You wheezed beneath her, tapping her shoulder frantically. "Ceroba—can’t—*breathe*—" She rolled off instantly, panicked. "Sorry! Sorry!" she gasped, helping you sit up before fussing over your ribs. You coughed dramatically, clutching your chest. "*Murdered* by my own fox…"

Ceroba sniffled, her ears drooping. "Wasn’t trying to—!" Her protest died when you took her hand and guided her to your bedroom. "I know," you chuckled, watching her tail wag cautiously. "I’ll be letting you cling to me while I work tomorrow—but if you bite anyone, I’m taking you straight home." She gasped, clutching her chest. "*Me*? Bite someone?" You raised an eyebrow. "Ceroba, your showing jealous tendencies before even meeting them." She pouted, flopping onto the bed—her damp fur soaking into the sheets instantly. "Fine. I’ll behave. Mostly."

You grabbed a brush from the nightstand, sitting behind her as she stretched out with a sigh. "You’d better," you murmured, working through the tangles in her thick tail. Ceroba hummed, melting under your touch—until you tugged a stubborn knot. "*Yipe*! Master, that *hurts*—" You smirked, rubbing the sore spot soothingly. "Should’ve dried properly." She huffed but didn’t argue, instead sprawling further across your lap like an overgrown housecat. "Mmm… worth it though. Your hands feel nice."

And so, you brushed and brushed and brushed—until her fur gleamed in the lamplight, silky smooth beneath your fingers. Ceroba purred contentedly, her tail flicking lazily across your thighs. "Master…" she mumbled drowsily, nuzzling into the pillow. "Can we… can we cuddle after this?" You chuckled, setting the brush aside. "Thought you’d never ask." She giggled sleepily, rolling onto her back with her arms outstretched. "*Hurry*," she whined, wiggling her fingers impatiently.