Izzy looked at the strange rather large box that had recently been delivered to him. He took off his glasses and began to clean them which is something he did when he was thinking and then it hit him!

He remembered a while ago when he was so hammered, he did something that he would now regret which is what usually happens when one is drunk.

He had ordered one of those new human pet thingies over the internet from a company called Organi-Corp. He didn't even remember what he had asked for! Man, this was bad!

What was even worse is that can anything survive cooped up in a box like that!? He suddenly began to panic and rushed over to open the box. "Stupid ass pet! Haven't even had it for a full day and it's already giving me grief..."

As he opened the box, his pale blue eyes went wide with shock.

Inside the box lay a crumpled, beautiful boy. He was blond with impossibly bright purple eyes, which he blinked open and scanned the room with. Well, he scanned the inside of his box. He sat up slowly, arms shaky and legs not much better but folded beneath him. He chanced a word, but nothing came out. It was at this point one would notice that the pet was extremely naked, minus a black satin collar around his neck with a safety pin on it, a piece of paper stuck to it.

Greetings from Organi-Corp!

Your pet has been delivered at the quickest, most convenient time we could get it done. Make sure to feed and water it once it wakes up, and begin training right away. If you do not use it for its intended purpose, the pet will whither, get sick and die.

With extreme and upmost care and caution, Organi-Corp.

The pet opened up his mouth again; a sickly smell came from it, and it was notably bone-dry. A soft, pained cry left him and he looked like he would lay back down and go back to sleep if Izzy wasn't careful.

"Damn...what have I done!?" He lowered his head. This was not good. He didn't have time for a pet. Especially not one like this.

He raked a hand through his short messy black hair as he tried to think of what to do with it. That's when he remebered that the note said to feed and water the 'pet' and he quickly went into his kitchen to get a glass of water and a packet of biscuits.

He really wasn't sure what to feed it but it looked human so it must eat human food, right? He held out the glass and biscuits for the boy to take. "Er, here take it...um...hey, what's your name, anyway?"

The boy opened his mouth again, but didn't seem to know how to use his hands to take the glass and the food. He perked up a little and lapped at the water in the glass the best he could; this was worth training him. When he was able to get enough water down, he tried to speak.

"Master Izzy." He whimpered; he was programed to say three phrases, and that was one. At the bottom of the box was another paper.

Pedigree:

You have a pure-bred Human Pet, to be used for sexual purposes. He is unnamed for now, go ahead and choose one that riles you up!

"SEXUAL WHAT!?" Izzy stared the boy and nearly dropped his glass. "H-Hey! I-I don't swing that way! Oh, man, this ain't good." He knelt down so that his eyes met with his new pet.

He then opened the packet and took out a biscuit. "Damn...I'm really not happy about this but before I decide what to do with you, I should at least feed you first. Here's a biscuit. Do you know what a biscuit is?" He waved the treat around in front of the boy's eyes. The paper said he would need to train him but even though he didn't plan on keeping the boy, it wouldn't be bad tot each him a few words, right?

"C'mon, can you say 'Biscuit'? Hmm...Biscuit? How about that for a name? Would you like being called Biscuit?"

The pet simply blinked and stared at his new master as if he were completely and utterly numb to everything. He sniffed at the biscuit and took a slow bite. He chewed carefully, looking at the other with an odd expression as he finished.

"Bis...cuit." He offered with a slight smile on his face, looking proud of himself. "Biscuitbiscuitbiscuit." It was certainly his new favorite word, the only one he knew.

Izzy was happy that the boy had learned a new word but began to get irratated when he wouldn't stop saying the new word! "Yeesh! Alright, already! I get it, you like biscuits! Now, where was that paper again? Oh, there it is." He re read the paper attached to the newly named Biscuit's collar.

"You'll day if I don't use you for your intended purposes? Wait, does that mean I have to...?" His face went a bright red as he realized what the paper said. "Um, oh man, this isn't good."

He rubbed his neck as he tried to think of a way to get out of this but nothing came to mind. He didn't want the kid to die but he didn't want to do 'those' things with him either!

He lowered his head into his hands and gave an irratated groan.

"Master! Take me?" That was another thing he had been programmed to say. Programmed for sex and dirty things, he was trained to say them. Biscuit bounced some in his spot, taking the biscuit from the other's hand and eating it up. It was delicious, but then he groped for the glass. His hands were functioning, now that he was a little more awake.

"Take you? Take you where? Oh..." His face went red as he realized what Biscuit had said. "Man, you really are a dirty little thing, aren't you? Well, at least you've gotten an apitite now. Here, have another biscuit, Biscuit." Izzy chuckled at the name he had given his new pet. It was cute. It sounded like the name one would give a poodle.

He took out a biscuit and handed it to the boy, thinking of what to do with him. "Man, I just don't know what to do with you. Er, getting you some clothes would be a start. I can't have you walking around the place naked. I think I might have something in blue for you. You like blue?"

His head tilted, obvious confusion written on his face. Taking the biscuit, he nibbled at it while staring at the other with those large eyes of his. "Biscuit?" He offered, hugging his food close to his chest and head tilting. What was this...'blue'? He'd never heard of it, and it confused him. What could it be?

"Take me, master!" He suggested again, bouncing a little. He wanted to be used; it was programmed into him, as well.

"Again with this taking stuff! Argh." He sighed then stood up and looked down at the butt naked boy. He then went to his closet and pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants and an old blue shirt. It didn't matter the outfit didn't match or that it looked seriously lame, he didn't care as long as it covered the boy up.

Walking back to the boy, he handed him the clothes. "Here. Put these on." He then remmbered that Biscuit was like a newborn baby and probably didn't know how to put clothes on sohe would most probably need Izzy's help but in order to help him put the clothes on, he needed to be standing. "Hey, can you stand? Do you need any help geeting up?"

'Stand' was a command all pets were trained for, and he did his best to unfold his legs and get up into a standing position. He was wobbly and uncertain, stumbling in his box as he whined a little; it hurt. He'd been cramped in that little box for far too long. His knees were locked and, within seconds, the boy suddenly collapsed on the other's body, his own small one lovely and beautiful in the other's arms. Their skin clashed beautifully and he really did look perfect, even passed out.

It would probably be beneficial to go and get medical help.

Izzy's face went bright red. He was in a panic so ahd no idea what to do. "Oh, man! Not good! Is it dead?" He examened the boy and found he still had a heart beat which was good.

He picked him up bridal style and placed him gently on the bed then put a blanket over him. All the while he held him in his arms, a bright blush adorned his face. "You really don't look good but what do I call for a human pet? A vet or a doctor?" While he was thinking of what to do, he went to get him another glass of water.

He came back and sat at the edge of the bed and put Biscuit into a sitting position and held the water by his mouth in case he needed any help drinking.

Biscuit remained out cold, the water simply slopping over his face and chest. His collar suddenly blinked and a voice came from it.

"Hello? Hello, is this....Izzy?" It was a woman's voice. "I understand that number 298374-004875-89375943 B has powered down without having his function performed...would you tell me what has gone wrong?"

Izzy put the glass of water down then jumped when he heard the voice. "Wait, you're telling me that he shut down because I didn't, er, do THAT with him? Man, the paper said he'd get sick but I had no idea it would be this soon! These things are really made for only one thing, aren't they? Whoever made them must've been a real pervert..." He had no begun talking to himself completely forgetting the woman who had spoken to him through the collar.

"The man who created them was a genius; and no, they aren't all made for sex. Just the one you chose for sex. You made him perfect for you, and now you don't want him? Well, pawn him off on someone who does, because I don't want to see him die."

"Wait...I chose him for that!? I must've been REALLY drunk to do something like that." Izzy looked down at the poor boy. He really did look sick and he didn't want to see him die either but he also didn't know anyone that would be interested in something like this. Izzy blushed as he stroked the boy's hair. "Poor thing."

The boy shifted slightly, still out but in control of the woman. "Just take him. I don't care for your sexuality, I really couldn't care less if you like girls. Just have him so he won't die, okay?"