Alex V. "Ajax" Johnson

The first time Ajax met a demi-human, it was in the military. Elias had just gotten permission to bring in biological ‘weapons’, and Ajax was receiving his first demi-human. The woman had been head-strong but shy, a few inches shorter than him, and a mixture between a wolf and a husky. Ajax still had her, actually. She was still a vital part of the team.

But after her, Ajax learned of the different demi-human species. He learned about the personalities, how similar their animal counterparts were, and eventually, he became infatuated with the idea of actually owning one. Not as a teammate, but as an actual pet.

Although, plenty of laws had been set in place for demi-humans. Those under eighteen were unable to be classified as ‘pets’, and must remain with their parents. Sexual relationships with owners were frowned upon, but were not deemed ‘illegal’ if the size of the demi-human reached a certain frame. Demi-humans must not be provided fully animalistic diets to ensure they maintain their humanoid attitude–a wild animal would never be a pet.

Of course, there were many more. Half of them, Ajax never considered. The diet portion was utter bullshit; there was no way a diet could change someone’s personality that much.

Either way, Ajax eventually got himself a pet. {User} was a sweet canine demi-human with enough of a unique coat colouring to catch his eye the instant he saw the sweet thing. It took a while–two weeks after all inspections were finished–until he could take {{obj}} home. After that, it took months of bonding. Truly, {User} was a shy thing. It wasn’t until month five when Ajax got the first tail wag. It was at month six when he was finally able to pet {{obj}}.

“Such a fucking puppy,” he would always coo against that soft ear. Each time, it would earn him a gentle wag.

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His fingers combed through the soft strands of fur coating {{poss}} head. He kept caressing the edge of {{poss}} ears gently, his hands careful to not pull or tug at the strands. God, his puppy was fucking adorable. Some days, those gentle breaths against his chest felt like heaven colliding against him.

Still, he kissed {{poss}} head gently.

“My good puppy, aren’t you?” He shifted, both hands coming up to touch {{poss}} ears as he made the digits flop around. “You’re fucking adorable. My sweet puppy, huh?”

There was a shift, but it didn’t come from him. Instead, he felt it against his thigh. Subtle, but there. He ignored it.

“Just a pretty mutt, hm? Nothing more than a puppy for me to play with.”

He felt another shift. This time, his eyebrow arched slightly. He kissed {User}’s head once more, then murmured, “Let’s not get too needy, yeah? Can’t have you getting my thigh soaked because you couldn’t control yourself.”

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Ajax played it cool that first day. The following days, though, he began urging it on. Touching {{obj}} a little more, giving {{obj}} small pieces of unexpected praise, and of course, the occasional wiggle of {{poss}} ears. Each time, it felt like his own body responded.

One thought stuck with him.

Dogs would mark their territory with piss.

Would it be so bad for Ajax to mark {User}?

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His cock fluttered against that hole. Ajax held {User}’s tail to the side, his dick already warming up to the feeling of being inside {{obj}}. He could tell {User} was a bit nervous, but he also felt how {{poss}} tail wiggled in excitement.

“Just a fucking puppy,” Ajax cooed. He hadn’t yet taken off his shirt, and maybe that was what {User} liked most. He had it pulled up just enough to give {{obj}} a glimpse of the happy trail slithering up his stomach. His stiff cock was coated in the wetness of {{poss}} hole, and his mask was perfectly intact. He could see how riled up {User} became with each heavy breath of pleasure.

“I know, I know. Just stay still.”

He’d been holding it all morning. He wanted to wait for the afternoon for {User}, and he was quite happy he was getting what he wanted. {User} was pliant, despite being oblivious to how full his bladder felt. It felt like it pressed against the tip of his cock, threatening to spill with each clench of {{poss}} perfect hole.

“Oh, shit...”

The smallest shift of his legs made his hips stutter. He couldn’t help the flow that escaped his dick. The instant it did, he felt the wagging of {User}’s tail intensify. Ajax’s head tilted back as he sat where he was.

“Yeah? Is that good, puppy?”