Ciji
Story by Quillhog on SoFurry
Meeting someone new. Written 2016.
Yes, there will be more.
The knock on the door broke his concentration and he groaned. They knocked again and he huffed in exasperation as he closed his computer and his pants and headed for the door. They knocked again before he could get there and he yanked the door open angrily, “What?" He saw the wall across the hall, then looked down. A small, gray morph was smiling up at him. It looked like a young, fat, ugly ferret with spots and stripes.
“Hi." It held out its arm.
“What do you want?" He had no patience for whatever this was.
“I'm here about the roommate wanted."
“No you're not," he scoffed and started to close the door.
“I'm Ciji … and you're Tod?"
He stopped and scowled. “You're CG? You didn't say you were a th… morph."
“You didn't ask."
“Well, the answer's no."
“But why?"
“It's no pets allowed, so I couldn't even if I wanted to."
“I'm not a pet."
“Close enough."
“But I have money." The morph held up a bundle of bills.
He took the wad and quietly counted it. It was enough to cover the whole rent and some of the bills. “You can do this every month?"
The creature nodded, “Is it enough?"
He tried not to smile as he thought about all the extra money. Maybe he could even put this thing in a closet and still get another roommate. He folded up the money and opened the door. “We'll talk."
Ciji smiled and pulled two large suitcases into the apartment.
He stared at the fuzzy thing and its luggage and striped tail, wondering if he was going to regret it later, but the weight of the money in his hand comforted him. “So, let's get some things straight. There are some rules. First off, this is my place, so what I say goes. Don't touch my things. Don't eat my food. Don't bother me, ever. And no guests. I don't want a bunch of rats running around, stealing things."
“I'm not a rat."
“I don't care. If you scratch my furniture or anything, you're out. If you smell, you're out. And don't cook anything weird that would stink up the place."
“Is pizza weird?"
“You make pizza?"
The morph nodded.
“It's not like squid pizza or anything is it?"
“I like beef and bacon, but I can do pepperoni or ham or sausage or chicken or even some vegetables, like mushrooms or peppers or onions or…"
“Okay, you can make one tonight and we'll see. Just do your own shopping."
The fuzzy thing looked like it was going to explode with excitement.
“That's the kitchen. That door's my bedroom; you don't go in there. This is my area, with my stuff that you don't touch. There's the bathroom. That's the other bedroom. And here's the closet." He opened a door and pulled a coat out, leaving it empty.
Ciji stared at the small space, “Should I put my stuff in there?"
The man smiled, thinking it was going to be too easy, “Something wrong?"
“I just thought…" The morph glanced at the other bedroom, but considered all the trouble finding a place had been, then pulled a suitcase into the closet and came out for the other one.
He closed the closet with his new roommate inside. There was a knock and he opened it again.
“It's dark in here."
He reached up and pulled a chain to turn on a light, then closed the door again. “Don't leave it on all the time. We don't need the power bill to go up." He walked away smugly and flopped on his couch to stare at the closet door. Easy money, free pizza, and all he gave up was a closet he didn't really use. This was better than having a slave; now the throp was paying him. What could beat that? He counted the money again and smiled, then turned it over and counted it again. This was really going to turn his life around.
The closet opened and a small, furry head peeked out, looking around until it spotted him. “Um, I should go shopping now, so I can make the pizza later."
“Fine, just don't take too long. I can't eat too late."
Ciji closed the closet and headed for the door.
“Hey! Turn out the light in there."
The morph hurried back to open the closet and climbed onto a suitcase to stretch and pull the chain, then hopped down, shut the closet again and hurried to the door. It looked back with a smile, “Thank you so much for this. You're really a good person."
The door closed and he chuckled to himself. What an idiot. Well, while the throp was gone, he could finish what he had started. He opened his computer and tossed the money on it as the screen came on to show a naked female dog morph laying face-down over a table and a naked man holding its tail aside. He opened his pants and played the video.
The man slid his hand over the morph's puffy pussy, then pushed his finger inside. He pulled his finger out, then held up his dick and guided it into the dog. As the man in the video roughly fucked the dog morph, Tod stroked his own and grumbled lewdly, “Oh yeah, take it, bitch. Fuck that bitch. Fuck it harrrrgrraahh." He grabbed a towel to catch his load as it came out and moaned in satisfaction.
The video continued playing as the man pulled out to shoot his load into the dog's fur. Then another man came in to help turn the morph over. Tod stared at the rows of puffy nipples on the throp's belly and realized that he didn't know if his new roommate was male or female. He didn't even know what kind of creature it was. He noticed the pile of bills in front of the screen. Didn't matter what it was; the money was good and if it dried up, he could kick it out. Maybe get a good fuck in along the way just to prove who the dominant species is. Talk about a win-win-win.
He glanced at the closet and grinned, then got up walked over to open the door. Everything was unpacked and set up like a tiny apartment. One suitcase was the bed, while the other was a table. Clothes were hung on the bar and a small computer was sitting on the shelf above it. He stared at it in surprise, then huffed. If that throp thinks it can just move in and get comfortable, he was going to make sure it remembered who was in charge.
He knelt down and wiped the messy towel on the 'bed' and the 'table' and stood up to wipe the clothes, then wiped the shelf and pulled down the computer. He turned it on, but it was looking for the throp's face. Frustrated, he wiped the towel all over it, then closed it and tossed it back on the shelf. He wiped the inside knob and slammed the door.
There; that's how they communicate, marking territory, so now whatever it is will know who's place it is. He chuckled to himself as he thought that he'd have to do it again to keep it fresh, but that wouldn't be a problem. He could just jerk off in the closet whenever he got a chance. He tossed the towel in his laundry hamper in the bathroom and plopped back on the couch to queue up an action movie to watch until the pizza came back. Life is going to be great.