Many of Earth’s have come and gone and the Collector saw them all and would pick and choose furs to live with him for what would feel like a eternal paradise where they don’t age and die. Over the cycles of the Earth’s lives he felt like he saw everything infinite times over by now, but now there is something new and something exciting for the Collector to see and add on to his collection of pets. This new world seemed to toss manners to the side, but still work together well enough to migrate to space colonies and start up new civilizations. They even made this interesting technology to make subservient slaves or pets. The Collector decided to get one of these pets as a souvenir before picking up a more challenging target.

“Such voluptuous figures. How do you come across these women?” The Collector asked as he walked next to the space travel pods with the sleeping girls and eyed them all down with the seller walking next to them.

“Eh? What do ya mean? What kind of stupid question is that?” The seller said with a snarl.

“Humor me.” the Collector said as he found a blond haired wolf.

“Fine. Weirdo. We get them from the same place as everyone else off of the Death Row from the Prison system because they would rather be slaves then dead.” The seller said, grumpy that he had to repeat it again.

“And why do they all have the same figure?”

“What’s with all the questions? You gonna get a bitch or not?” The salesman barked.

“Answer my question happily and I will buy one or two.” The Collector said using his hypnotic powers to change the salesman’s attitude.

“Well over the years we saw that woman with these figures sold quicker and we wouldn’t need to send them back to prison to meet their death sentence. If it doesn’t please you though sir we can make changes.” The salesman said with a soft smile.

“I want this one.” The Collector said motioning to the blond female wolf in the pod beside them.

“Wonderful choice sir. Would you like me to send her to your ship directly or will you be leaving with her today?”

“I’ll be walking out with her thank you.” the Collector said softly as he opened the pod and got a credit chip out from his pocket.

“What would you like her to be named sir? I have to know so I can program the collar.”

“What was her name before?” the Collector asked as he traced his fingers along her cheek.

“No idea. When a fur is given a death sentence and can no longer appeal they are legally dead and tell no one anything. Also what kind of attitude would you like?”

“Well, I think I will call her Melody. And give me a personality where she is willing to learn new things.” the Collector said with a smile as the salesman started typing.

“And here we go.” The salesman said as he over dramatically pressed the final button and Melody’s collar lit up slightly and she opened her eyes and looked around before flinging herself at the Collector.

“Yay! I have a Master now! Hello Master my name is Melons.” The female wolf said with a smile.

“Melons? I put in Melody.” The salesman quickly looked over the screen and saw that he actually did type in Melons and a few other mistakes. “How about I give you a discount sir?”

“What did you do?” the Collector asked staring the salesman down.

“I was typing in the personality and when it came up with the options I accidentally clicked the bimbo option.”

“So she will be idiotic and sex crazed?” the Collector said, oddly enough as Melons took notice of the Collector’s pants

“But she will still learn new things. Like better cooking recipes and sexual positions.”

“Okay. I’m taking that discount though.”

the Collector said as He handed the credit chip over to be rung out with the eighty percent discount.

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