A few plots for an Anthro craving (M for F)

[IrishWolf]

Second Hand Pets

Humanity has always loved their pets, from the family dog to the human/animal hybrid Genomorphs of the future, However, despite this love or in cruel irony of it, there are many reasons one might have to give up their pet. While purchasing a pet, maybe be expensive, many do not consider the cost of keeping one over it’s lifetime or in the future, the combined expenditure of a pet and a child. Or one may find that they might not have the time to spend with a pet, with new responsibilities at work or new relationships. Others find they can’t bring them, when they move, either do to their new living accommodations not allowing pets or extra expense of moving them.

Although it should be said, the worst reason, is when parents purchase a pet for their child and then put the pet up for adoption because the child misbehaves or their grades drop.

While basic Genomorphs can be somewhat easy to rehome, the custom ones, often commissioned by wealthier families, are much harder to find new for homes for. By law, Genomorphs, should they be returned, must be sent back to the companies which either bred them or create them in labs. These companies see the pet as investments and will seek to at least break even on their creation. Which leads to those willing to pay for a custom Genomorph, to spend the money on one made for themselves, rather then returned model. This often ends up with such pets waiting, often alone, until a kind soul comes around or a sale.

So the bare bones of this plot, would revolve around a pet created for some rich kid, who was sent back for some reason and has been waiting to be adopted for several months and when she is, she is more than eager to please, desperately wanting not to be sent back again. The rest is up for discussion. Just how far in the future we set the story, if we kept on Earth or use other planets. Just what kind of man adopts her, I have several branching lines of thought for about my character but two very strong ones:

One line of thought, my character owns a bar/night club, which has been profitable but is in need of something to draw in new customers. Perhaps having the staff go topsless is one way but maybe having a Genomorph is another, maybe a combination of both.

The other is a lonely spaceship pilot, There isn’t a way to travel faster than light and humans have gotten ships that go very very fast but it still can take days or weeks to travel between the planets of our solar system, even months, depending on how far out you want to go. Piloting a big cargo hauler pays good but it really sucks being alone for that long.

It could also be that he adopts several pets or added her to a harem of pets.

Inspirational Pics, NSFW

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https://e621.net/post/show/1120797/anthro-beard-duo-facial_hair-feline-female-human-h

https://e621.net/post/show/1089322/2015-5_fingers-absurd_res-anthro-depth_of_field-di

Clash of Worlds

A few thousand years ago, a probe sent by humanity, arrived about an earth-like world and found it suitable for colonisation. A few hundred years ago, a slowboat was launched, filled with all of the essentials for making a new home on a far off world and thousands of colonists in suspended animation. Everything was preplanned, the landing site, how would awaken first and start setting up the colony, for the follow up waves of humans waking and being send down to join the growing settlement below.

Now they have arrived and the first way landed. However, not everything has gone according to plan. Within days of setting down, the colonists are attacked. Not by a rival human mission, which got to the planet first but by natives, the probe never found or ran out of power before they evolved. To the humans, it was like something out of a fairy tale, alien attackers, who looked like something out of the imagination of a furry artist, riding native beasts like dinosours, wearing armor and wielding swords of all things, like knights from the dark ages. Until the colony didn’t have an official military, they did have lawmen and survivalists and were able to fight off the aliens.  Upon investigating the wounded and dead, they found many of the native warriors to be female, including the leader, who was found unconscious. 

She, upon awaking in  the middle of the stranger’s camp, knew what honor, tradition and law demanded of her. She stripped herself of armor and clothing and prayed for mercy, awaiting the visit was the victorious leader of the strangers, so she could kneel in subjugation. While not the official leader of the colony, the first human to check up on the alien, was the Colonial Marshal and the man who had seen her warriors defeated in battle.

Possible natives

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The Lawman

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Or

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Made for Him
There are points in time, where different universes overlap, normally only for a brief moment. During such overlaps, crossovers can occur. A monster is seen, someone takes a blurry photograph of a strange flying object, something sinks a ship or in some cases, a mysterious disappearance happens. In most cases, everything or everyone is returned to the universe they belong to, leaving behind only memories and little proof but sometimes, whoever or whatever crosses over, strays a little too far from the point of contact between universes and is trapped in a world, not their own.

Such an event took place in a remote cabin, in the Green Mountains of northern Vermont. A being crossed over and was lost in a universe, where none of her kind, had ever existed, leaving her at the mercy of a man she both knew intimately but was a stranger to.

In her own world, she had been created to be the companion of a powerful politician. Not a free person but not a slave, as she had rights and responsibilities. However she was made to serve the needs of one man, as both a personal assistant and as a lover. His kinks were hers and her desires were his pleasures. In fact, her designers might have gone a little too far, with their attempt to create the best companion, as extended amounts of time without physical interaction with her human, has been shown to leave her mentally distressed and physically ill. Thankfully, this hasn’t been tested to the extreme, although there have been a few times, due to unforeseen delays, which have caused some concern.

In this new world, the man who in so many ways resembles her human, is not a politician, using the secluded cabin to get away from business and the media but rather an author. A rather good one in fact, with several different series, who likes living in the cabin year around and enjoys the quiet so he can write.

It was a quirk of fate, that in two universes, the same man, was watching the same storm, from the same porch and in a single clap of thunder, the only difference between them, moved from one to another.


So as this idea was forming, I envisioned the pairing as human male and anthro female but as she is a created lifeform, she could be a neko, elf, demon, ect. Anything not human. As for the species of the anthro, I was thinking something unusual or at least one that I’ve never had a partner play before.

Red Panda
Linsang
Aardwolf
Panda
Sabertooth
African Wild Dog
Furred Dragon
Hybrid

Of course, dont feel restrained, this are just suggestions

Return of the Masters
In the early days of mankind's expansion across the stars, travel across the galaxy was slow. Huge vessels would sails through the darkness, packed with settlers in survival sleep. Because of the huge risk in life and investments, when setting up a colonization effort, it was standard practice to send ahead a smaller party, in a smaller vessel, to prepare the new colonies. These people would start terraforming planets, building up food stocks and getting all the other projects for thriving human settlement. In an effort to save a little money on the insurance for such people and the cost of transporting them, some companies or private groups would send ahead only a few people, with the equipment to grow clone workers.'

Such was the case with the forth planet in the Omicron Atheni System, referred to as Waturn. However the private group running the operation was shaky. Funds seem to go missing often and the people signing up for the colony, some did not exist. It all seemed about to fall apart, when a handful of genetic technicians applied for the prep mission, offering to bring along their own equipment and DNA samples. Without taking a moment to think, if they should should look this gift horse in the mouth, the Colony organizers send their volunteers into space. While the techs slept, the follow on mission fell apart, they would stranded alone on Waturn, forgotten and near to see another human again.

However, this had been expected. You see, the genetic technicians were not interested in creating a small army of clones to prep a colony but rather wanted to get out from under the thumb of law, to be allowed to create new races of beings, using human and Earth animal DNA. A shaky colony mission to a habitable planet, seemed the perfect thing for their goals. Finding themselves alone and abandoned, they went to work, crafting their dream.

A few thousand years later, the planet of Waturn is home to dozens of thriving civilizations, filled with humanoid beings, with a tech level something around that of Earth in the late 1800s early 1900s. Their creation myth, the tale of the furless Makers, all but faded away but for the first time in many many years, a hidden code in their DNA, will awaken. The genetic technicians, who created them, worried about what would happen if humanity ever found this lost world and thus decided to code them with an urge to obey, should their creations ever find themselves making human contact. It was hoped that this trait would save them from destruction.