I sat down after the day's work on my long couch, the black suede of the chair groaning under my colossal weight as I unbox the small sized delivery box on the arm of the couch. The label read: “Live Tiny Pets – Female Owned. Two Naughty Human Morsels, Tamed & Trained.” Cute. I didn’t want tamed. I wanted trouble. And judging by the way these two were squirming in their transparent bio-pod, grinning up at me with devilish little smirks, they weren’t trained at all. They were filthy. Perfect. I popped the seal and reached in with two fingers, lifting them out like snacks. They’re barely the length of my pinky, shivering—but not from fear. From excitement. I smirked. “You two are going straight to the colony,” I teased, tossing them onto the soft pink bedding of my pet enclosure. But they never made it. Not really. No sooner did I turn away than I felt it—a tickle. A tingle. Then two tiny, warm bodies crawling up the back of my thigh, past the curve of my ass, slipping right between my a
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