Ristina shuddered, waking up again with that heavy feeling in her chest, that had become all too familiar with the monthly trip to her master's table. Rolling over she opened her eyes, expecting the usual disturbing sight of a grinning skull, mystic runes, and various other fetishes that came along with being a servant to a powerful necromancer. To her surprise the frightening dungeon walls had been replaced with the soft yellow hues of the farmhouse's guest bedroom. Instead of a cold damp stone floor beneath her, she rested on a soft chick-coon down stuffed mattress. "Master?" the confused pig-coon called out as she sat up.
"Good morning." The soft voice of her master greeted her as the fox sat on a corner of the bed.
“Morning Master,” Ristina blushed, her furry cheeks as pink as her lower half as her master gently ran a finger over her floppy swine ears. “I can’t see really,” She muttered staring at the blurry form of the vulpine master.
“Oh, dear here let me help.” The fox spoke warmly as Ristina heard him reach over to the nightstand. Ristina blinked as her master placed a pair of glasses on her face. Ristina saw the normally somber fox was smiling and instead of his usual necromantic robes he wore jeans and t-shirt, the clothes of his farmer brothers as her vision returned.
“Thank you master,” Ristina adjusted her eye-wear and wiggled, realizing her body was covered by the weight of a familiar blanket. Looking down Ristina blushed, the blanket was the very same one she had been wrapped in on her first rebirth. The soft ram-coon wool brought a smile to her face as she wiggled her toes, just to make sure they were there. Ristina let out a soft oink as her master placed a paw on her head and rubbed her ears fondly.
“I’m going to go make breakfast.” The fox spoke as he stood leaving the pig-coon feeling a little anxious. What was the fox going to cook? Knowing her master’s taste it would probably be a thick slice of fresh pig-coon bacon, with a side helping of Ristina sausages. After pulling the blanket up over her snout, Ristina shivered slightly. Perhaps it was all a ruse, maybe her master was performing some new kind of dark ritual or preparing her for one of his brothers.
“No!” Ristina scolded herself, pinching a cheek as a self punishment. No matter what her master did, he would always set her aside and tell her each step involved. Most of it went above her head, but she would try her best to follow along. There even had been a few experiments that she had been too scared with and the fox would calm and comfort her. Whatever this was, it was not malicious on her master’s part.
Feeling a bit more reassured Ristina pushed the blanket off her and looked down. “One. Two,’ the tip of a finger touching each of her nipples as she counted. “ Five. Six, whew all of them there. Her fingers probed below the bottom most set of breasts and she squealed. “Yep, still fully female. Her thoughts lingered on the one time her master had one of his brothers turn her into a male hog to fuck a wooless ram-coon. Reaching behind her plump rump, she checked making sure her curly tail was intact. A full resurrection, that means she had been out for at least three days she thought as she sat up, dangling her legs over the bed.
“Something smells good,” Ristina gave the air a sniff as her feet touched the floor. The scent was warm and inviting, making her mouth water as with each step towards the door she could feel her body responding to the smell. Ristina opened the door and stopped, taking in the air around her. The air was crisp, but not too cold, and the sun shone bright through a window. “Master?” Ristina called out to her master.“There you are my dear,” Ristina’s master called out from the kitchen, “I made you some chick-coon eggs and pancakes.” Ristina blushed, feeling very shy. What was he doing? Her master was never this kind. Ristina looked down at her body, her face becoming red. Suddenly she didn’t want to show her naked body to her master, he was a strange fox and she didn’t want to offend him.
“Ristina?” Her master’s voice stopped her from backing away. Ristina turned her head and saw her master standing at the stove, a plate of stacked pancakes in his hands. He smiled down at her, “What do you think?”
“Looks good,” Ristina moved forward and allowed her master to lead her with the plate to a table. Ristina started to get on all fours expecting to be fed like the other hogs, but stopped as her master pushed back her shoulders, “Sit down.”
“But master,” Ristina looked up at her master, ``what was he doing?
“Sit down,” the fox replied, placing the plate with the pancakes in front of Ristina. Ristina didn’t move, her heart thumping loudly with fear.
“Please Ristina, I’ve been so looking forward to this day.” Her master said, a twinkle in his eyes as his words made the pig-coon’s heart jump even higher as she sat at the normally forbidden table. The fox guided her head down until her face was covered in a thick pile of pancakes. Ristina chewed as her master sat and gave a few bites to his own pile of sticky cakes. It had been a while since she had enjoyed a good breakfast. As Ristina finished her pancakes her master started clearing away the plates.
“Go ahead and step down.” The fox said as she turned back to the table, “I’ll take care of this.”
“Master,” Ristina sighed as she moved to her paws, feeling a bit awkward as she followed the fox to the kitchen. Turning to her master, she waited for him to finish the dishes. She watched as the fox did what was one of her chores. Not once in the whole time she had been owned by the fox had she seen him do the dishes.
“Ristina,” Ristina stopped. Her master was looking at her with a strange look in his eyes, one that had never been there before.
“I was thinking…” her master started. Ristina tried to block out what he was saying, but couldn’t. She could feel her face flush a deep red, feeling ashamed. “I was thinking,” he continued, “Maybe we could take the morning off,” Ristina’s heart skipped a beat as her ears perked up. Her master was a work-a-holic, she never saw him take a day off.
Ristina was ecstatic. “What do you mean?” she squeaked. She couldn’t believe her ears, and for a moment she felt the tingle of joy as her heart jumped. A good thing, she thought, as she glanced back at her master. But when she looked back at him she saw his face was flushed red.
"You don't know what today is, do you?" The fox spoke softly as he laid the towel he had been drying dishes with on a counter. The vulpine smiled as he placed an arm around Ristina's shoulders. "It's your one year anniversary of joining the farm and your first birthday."
Ristina was shocked. Her birthday? she thought. It was her birthday? She didn't even have a solid grip on the passage of time any more, with all the master's experimentations, snuffing, and resurrections. She had never even thought about her birthday, since her first birth. She never celebrated it. In fact, she didn't even know how old she was. She had no idea how old she was, no idea of time. She lived in the moment, always waiting for the next thing her master would do to her. It was the only thing she could count on. The only thing she knew. She was a slave and that had been her life for as long as she could remember. Her master was her master. She had no other master. She had been born to serve. It was the only way she knew how to live."It's my birthday?" Ristina's lip trembled as her piggy brain tried to comprehend. Then she realized the significance of it. Her master had been looking at her strangely for a while. "You want to celebrate it?" she squeaked. 
"Yes, but...," he started as he gave a soft chuckle. Ristina’s ears perked up again. She could feel her ears getting hot. Her heart was beating a little faster. Her master was smiling. "I think I know just the thing." he said as he gave Ristina a firm swat on the tush. She let out a soft squeal as her backside jolted. She looked down, realizing her master was staring at her tush as it bounced. "You want to go back to bed and have some fun?" her master asked.
Ristina's ears perked up. "Fun?" she asked. Her tail swished back and forth as she felt her heart start to race. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her body. This was a word she hadn't heard in a long, long time.
"Yes." Her master held his hand out, waiting for her to grab it. Ristina grabbed his hand as her master helped her out of the chair. Her heart soared as she realized what was going on. Fun was her master's code word for sex. The fox rarely used it around her, but the thought of some fun made Ristina's slit drip with anticipation. She was going to have some. She was going to have so much fun, and her body was going to show it."Come on, let's go to bed." Her master giggled as he started leading Ristina to the bedroom. Ristina eagerly followed, as fast as she could, being half dragged by her master.
Ristina gasped as her master, a slender fox, lifted and threw her on the bed. She landed on her back, the softness of the bed helping to absorb the impact of her landing. "Master?" Ristina squeaked out as her legs buckled under a sudden and pleasant assault to her slit. Looking down she saw her master's muzzle buried in her muff. His tongue worked overtime as it ran along the length of her slit.
"Oh, yes!" he said in satisfaction as his teeth nipped at the hood of her cloak. "You taste delicious." He licked his lips. "I think I'm going to enjoy tasting you for quite a while."
Ristina's legs couldn't support her as her legs gave out. She fell back on the bed, her body curling up as the pleasurable sensation overwhelmed her. "More...," she gasped. Her body shook as pleasure overtook her.
"Yes..." her master said, "I think you have earned this, my faithful assistant."
Ristina's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt like she was in heaven. Her master knew her body so well. Even more so than herself, with as many times as the fox had taken her apart and put her back together.  He knew exactly what felt good and made her feel good.
"Oh, yes, my little piggy." He moaned as he continued licking her slit. His hands grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them as his claws dug into her plump flesh. Ristina gasped as she felt pain with her pleasure. The pain was worth the feeling of her master's tongue between her lower lips as another nip at her clit made her gush fluids over the vulpine's face. 
"Mmmm, I do love the way you taste. You've got the sweetest syrup." Her master moaned as he swallowed some of her juices.
Ristina blushed deeply as she felt as her master pulled his muzzle free so he could clean the sweet piggy-coon syrup off his face.
"You are such a sweet piggy," her master said as he continued to kiss the inside of her thighs. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
The fox continued kissing upwards to Ristina's public mound. Ristinia gasped moaning at the attention to her smooth pink skin. Her master smiled.
"Such pretty pink for a pretty piggy," he said with a lilt to his voice as his kisses reached where Ristina's piggy half transitioned into the soft fur of her upper raccoon half.
Ristina's breathing quickened. Her body tensed as her hands rose to grip the bed sheets, her knuckles white with the effort. "R...r...r..."
"Yes? Do you want me to stop?" Her master asked, teasing.
"N-No..." Ristina said, her voice strained. Her master's muzzle nestled between the small set of lower breasts that adorned her belly.
Ristina's breathing slowed as her hands released their death grip on the bed sheets. She lay limp as her master continued his sensuous assault on her. He kissed Ristina's lowest breasts as one of his paws crept up her side.
Ristina snorted, her master's paw setting her into a ticklish fit. She squirmed and laughed, her hands futilely trying to grab at her tickling ribs. Her master only laughed, his lips meeting her side in a seductive peck.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"You...you da-darn..." She struggled to catch her breath.
"What is it, my dear? Can't you speak?"
She shook her head. "Y-you make me...I...I...laugh." The giggles erupted from her as the fox continued to tease and playfully torture Ristina. She squirmed and twisted, laughing and hiccuping. It was several minutes before she could catch her breath and her laughter quieted. Her master's lips met hers, as he gently fondled Ristina's large uppermost breasts.
"Such nice, soft, puffy mounds," he murmured to her. "You're a beautiful one, piggy."
She blushed deeply, her pigtail swaying with the movement. Her large eyes blinked rapidly, watching the fox's face as his tongue flicked out to lap at her ear. He kissed his way down her face, his whiskers grazing her nose. He groaned as her hands grabbed his head, trying to pull him into another kiss.
"Mmm. Someone wants to kiss me," he said in between small pecks on her face. "What say you, my dear?"
Ristina's eyes widened. Her hands released his head, and she found herself staring up at him as his eyes gleamed mischievously at her. Her face flushed, and she found her voice had gone hoarse.
"N-No...please...stop..."
Ristina's eyes closed, and she lay limp beneath her master. The fox lowered her, and she was left gasping for breath, tears running down her face. Her hands wiped at her eyes in an attempt to stifle the hiccups that rumbled in her chest. "I d-don't...deserve...this, Ristina sobbed, her master gently took her face in his paws. "I'm just a dumb farm clone."
"You're not dumb," he said softly. "Far from it."
She sobbed quietly, her hands grabbing at her master's and squeezing them gently. He was drenched in sweat. The bed sheets clung to his body, making it obvious he was exhausted as well. His breaths were slow and deep. Ristina's hands ran through her hair, wiping at her face as she calmed herself down. She sniffled, her nose running.
"Mmm...you smell so good," she said, her face turning into a gentle smile.
"I'm glad you approve," he said, returning the smile. "Now roll over on your belly."
Ristina obeyed, turning swiftly over as her master's paws gently rubbed at her back. She arched her neck, allowing him to massage the knots from her muscles.
"Don't tense up," he said. "I'm here to help."
Ristina let out a long, contented sigh as the fox began rubbing her rear. She groaned with each touch of his fingertips, feeling the tension melt away from her body.
"You've really been working hard," he said. "I mean, for the time you've been here, you've done a lot."
"I'm just trying to be helpful."
"This is helpful," he said, continuing his deep massage. "Just relax, Ristina. I'll take care of you."
She moans softly, her shoulders slouching as she lies on the bed face down. She shudders as her master rubs her thighs, the pads of his paw feeling rough against her soft skin. She wiggles her rump, and he laughs.
"Someone's enjoying this."
Her only response was a moan gritting her teeth as she felt the knots melting away. The tension leaves her body, and she closes her eyes as she feels Master's hands roam across her back. His fingertips trace the line of her vertebrae, and he presses his palm against her shoulder blades. She sighs, rubbing her face into the bed sheets as he kneads the muscles in her back. He pokes and prods at her muscles, relieving all her stress as she releases a long, blissful sigh.
"That feels really good..." she sighed contentedly. Ristina let out a tired yawn as her master draped his arm over her back.
"You're my good little girl," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine as she buried her face deeper in the pillow. "You always have been, and you always will be."
She nods as she drifts off into a deep sleep.
The fox smiled warmly at the sleeping Ristina as he nuzzled her neck. "Sweet dreams sweet. I have so much more to surprise you with when we wake." He whispered softly as he snuggled Ristina and drifted off to sleep.