Part 4
My owner made sure to keep the volume down on the television as low as it could go, but not too low to be unable to hear what was happening on screen. It was a strange sight to see, Donna had very little issue before with people seeing what she was into, it was one of the first aspects of the woman we learnt when we met her for the first time.
That she was into a type of porn.
Over time, I had found out it was called 'Hentai', Japanese animated cartoons that involved a fair amount of sex, with some going as far as being straight up porn.
We became used to seeing images of drawn naked women in unrealistic situations, usually fighting dark monsters with giant penises, it practically became an everyday watch for Cleo and I. Even Lauren was quick to learn of her partner's watching habits, with sounds of women groaning echoing through the short hallways of our old house.
With the introduction of Rita, Bunbun and Cinnamon living under the same roof, this was the first time I had seen her watch the cartoon in silence. The door was closed, the volume was lowered and our owner sat in bed as she watched the next episode of her favourite TV series.
Whilst the situation was odd, what was happening on screen barely fazed us anymore. A group of superheroines were walking through an abandoned mansion, steadily examining every room whilst wearing matching and colourful outfits, ready to strike the ghost haunting the place at any second.
Cleo and I could almost guarantee what was going to happen next, it was the same every episode… but Donna was glued to the TV, her hand ready on the remote to turn the device off the moment someone came into the room. The colours of the screen easily illuminated the room, a complete contrast to the dark night the day ended on.
"That looks like our new house, doesn't it?" Donna asked the question to the room, not to one pet in particular.
I brought my attention back to the screen, it showed the group of women cautiously walking through a long, empty hallway. A collection of cobwebs covered the top of the room and a large selection of doors sat on both sides.
It did remind me of our house, especially when Cleo and I found that torture room. The house felt smaller now that we had explored every inch of the place, it didn't seem as scary anymore and felt like it was slowly turning into a home.
I nodded lightly before placing my head back onto my owner's body. Whilst I was glad she was slowly becoming more comfortable here, all I wanted to do was turn my brain off and forget about the more recent events in my life.
It was a hard pill to swallow, losing the ability to read the only language I knew.
I wanted time to understand what was happening to me. I had dulled my brain of the thoughts of what I was losing being here, my individuality, my memories, basic human actions… but I had not taken in what I might lose between now and my eventual release.
This was more than losing the ability to read. I had gone years without picking up a book, or looking at a newspaper. Reading is something that was coded into our minds from when we were children. There had to be more to it than losing the ability from just lack of use, it must have been the mindset I was placed into, it had to be the fact I was treated like a pet everyday and not like the adult I was behind the layer of latex.
Maybe… I was happy with the thought of being a pet? Maybe it was a state of mind, something that came naturally to me, rather than the aspect of being human. Perhaps it was just the months of being nothing more than an animal that ceased my once-permanent memory, like how a muscle begins to weaken if not used for a long time.
I wished I had the answer to this question, I wished I had the ability to ask one of my owners about why this was happening. Donna seemed shocked, as if she didn't expect this to happen, as if I was the first one to complain about such symptoms.
What was I supposed to do? As a pet, in my bound form, what could I do?
I huffed, allowing the air to exit my mask once again.
This caught the attention of my owner. I could see out of the corner of my eyes that she finally brought her attention away from the sexy scene in front of her, momentarily reminding herself of what I had lost today, at the same time reminding her that we were still human beings inside the latex.
She brought her hand up, placing her palm on the back of my skull before she petted my head softly. I don't think she wanted to bring up the conversation again, this was either because she didn't want to get me worked up again, or might have been to avoid bringing this problem to the black cat.
I was just happy with the interaction. I allowed myself to dive fully into the feeling of being loved, to feel her warm skin against mine and relish the sensation of her fingers working into my skin; it was like scratching an itch that I could not reach.
The mood in the TV show shifted. I was so engrossed with the feeling that I had not realised the ghost the women were hunting had possessed one of the main characters.
This intrigued me enough to turn my head around and continue watching. The possessed girl had locked herself into a room with one of the other girls, by the time I engaged the television set once again, the two women were already naked, their clothes torn off and scattered around the room. The possessed girl began by kissing the other's neck, before their actions took a much further turn.
This is when I noticed Donna looking at me once again, then to the black cat next to me. A collection of moans from the two women had escaped the device and echoed lightly through the bedroom. Our owner brought up the remote, allowing a few extra groans to leave before the screen froze and the sound stopped completely.
She paused the show, unluckily on a fully naked picture of the main character, showing off her overgrown chest and detailed sex, just moments before the other character was about to pounce on them.
The sudden stop caused us both to stare at her. At first, we thought something was wrong, it wasn't like Donna to stop the video unless she was rewinding it in case she missed something, but this was much different. She allowed the remote to fall back onto the bed, she then folded her arms. This act was not out of defiance or annoyance, it seemed like something entered her mind that made her relatively uncomfortable, but it was clear she had intention behind her actions.
"Is… is this what you two do?" she asked us, her voice sheepish.
Once again the black cat and I exchanged glances. We were unable to answer in any way apart from "Yes" or "No", but it was far more complicated than that. I took another glance towards the screen, I understood that this was supposed to be some kind of erotic anime, but it just didn't seem fair to compare what was happening in the show to the event that Cleo and I go through every two weeks.
The scene in front of us was harsh, forced, erotic in a somewhat uncomfortable way. Whilst I am still struggling to understand what happens between me and the black cat, I have to admit that it is a beautiful moment. I cannot say if I find the dark creature sexually attractive or not, but it is a moment between us that I enjoy, that I find to be a pure moment between two sexually starved beings. To be an understanding between two people stuck in the same circumstances.
Even if I am not sexually attracted to her, it is still love.
Cleo pulled herself up, resting herself on her knees with her paws digging into the soft mattress underneath, she managed to give out a soft nod, staring directly at the person who had control over us.
Donna turned her head, her eyes locking in with mine. She did not have to ask me again, I followed the black cat's actions and nodded, I nodded with a measure of energy and enthusiasm.
Whilst I did not enjoy the human knowing about our sexual adventures behind her back, I will never say it was something I was sorry about.
In fact, I would even go as far as saying I was proud to share those moments with the dark creature.
Donna's head dropped, her eyes scanned the pattern of the duvet that covered her thin body. I felt awkward, sitting on top of the mattress as we waited for the next sentence to leave her lips. I wished that I had access to my words, that I could explain the feelings that we shared, that we only decided to pleasure each other to not go crazy from under-stimulation, that if there was another way; we would most likely take it.
"Did… did you want me to help?" Her voice was more timid than I have ever heard it before, it was clear that it was a subject that she was uncomfortable with, "I can't say it's something I've done before, but if it helps…"
Cleo dove downward, planting her paws around her left hand and brought it up. This quickly gained the attention of our owner, gasping at the swift actions of her pet.
The black cat looked firmly in her eyes and slowly shook her head, another action that caused a slower gasp to leave her mouth.
It wasn't a negative action. Cleo wasn't declining the young woman's question in any negative way. It was clear the idea of releasing us in the same way Rita did earlier was uncomfortable for the woman, just as much as it was clear that Rita and Donna were two completely different people.
No, whilst I would have enjoyed the idea of a more regular release, I was more than happy with what Cleo and I had going for us. A part of me enjoyed counting down the days until one of us was removed from our suits, knowing that we both were going to get something out of it. It was a moment that meant more to me than just an orgasm, it meant that we could forget about the suits, forget about the situation we found ourselves in and just enjoy each other's company for that small amount of time.
Both Cleo and I rested our bodies against Donna, placing our heads on her shoulders as we began to cuddle up for the night. No words had to be exchanged between us, no definite answers and no need to change what was working perfectly before.
Donna seemed to understand us, realising that things were perfect the way they were. It also seemed to be a massive relief that she would have to get us off herself. She chuckled lightly, wiping away a stray tear that was about to fall.
"Thank you," she said, her voice a loud whisper.
She brought the remote back up and continued playing the video in front of us. The sex scene started up again and the collection of moans and groans filled the air. It was soothing to feel her arm being placed around my shoulder, she embraced both of her pets as the early stages of sleep were beginning to make themselves known.
She chuckled again, "I'm sure Rita will be more than happy to help you two out, if you need it."
It was a new day.
A bright sun was already high up in the sky by the time we all had woken up, what remained of the snow from earlier this week was slowly fading from the heat it produced, removing any white that covered the green scenery outside our windows.
The day had only just started and already it had become chaotic. Cleo and I had set ourselves up in front of the TV in what we considered to be the lounge. Donna and Rita seemed to be deep in conversation, entering the room and exiting almost immediately, not spending a single second in our presence before they moved onto something else. From the words I managed to catch, the two 'humans' were figuring out what rooms should be used for what purpose, something that seemed like a moot cause considering the amount of rooms in this giant house.
Even the image of Cleo dancing in front of the tv was not enough to take the interest of the two women. In front of the black cat was an addictive cartoon of a woman dancing to the camera, Cleo seemed to follow her actions impeccably, copying the exact moves in real life.
It was clear this dance was something she had seen before, when she was human. I was just happy to see a cartoon on screen that wasn't sexual in any way.
Although, I had to admit it was funny to see the bunny follow the two humans so closely. It was clear Bunbun realised very shortly how little control she had over the two of us, with me showing her up the day before and Cleo not needing to with her giant frame.
Occasionally, I would catch the bunny girl looking in our direction, unsure if she was still trying to figure out who was the alpha of the group. It was obvious Cleo was the most powerful and it was very unlikely that Bunbun would challenge her, even when she was dancing to the hypnotic beat coming from the television set.
Cinnamon took a complete opposite role. It seemed the fox was becoming more comfortable in the presence of the two cats. She still maintained her distance, settling in the corner of the room, she rested her paws on the ground and used her bound hands as a makeshift pillow. As Cleo was dancing on her knees, she closed her eyes and slowly went to sleep.
It wasn't much, but it was progress. Whilst she was on the complete opposite side of the room to us, it meant a lot that she chose here to rest, she chose to be in our presence rather than choosing a quieter room elsewhere in the house. It also meant a lot that she was comfortable enough to fall asleep, trusting us enough to not hurt her whilst she was most vulnerable.
It was cute in a way, slowly seeing the woman's eyelids fall slowly, she blinked a few times, trying to keep herself awake a little longer; but we didn't have to wait too long to see the eyelids finally close and begin to hear the soft snoring coming from her snout.
Somehow this little moment took all my attention. It was a sweet sight to see, despite Cleo jumping and spinning around on her knees to the side of me, it just seemed too precious of a moment to look away from.
Even Donna and Rita entering the room once again did not wake the fox, our owners’ voices echoed between the four walls, much louder than they have ever been, yet Cinnamon's eyes remained solidly shut.
The two humans exited the room, followed swiftly by the bunny. Very shortly after the dance finally came to an end. Cleo spun around, meeting my gaze and struck one final pose. One paw was in the air, the other was pointing towards the floor, it was a somewhat graceful pose even though she was on her knees.
The black cat breathed heavily, her large chest moved up and down slowly, but enough to show how much energy the dance took. However, the bright smile in her eyes was enough to let me know that she enjoyed every moment of it.
I returned the smile and gave her a quick nod, trying my hardest to convey that I enjoyed the little show she put on. I pulled myself up, the bones in my body creaked due to being settled in that one position for so long. But I did not approach Cleo, instead I found myself crawling down the room, towards the brown fox. I focused entirely on her as I approached, watching her shoulders lift lightly with every breath she took. I watched out for the flutter of her eyelids, as if she could sense my approach; yet, she remained calm.
Cleo's attention went back to the TV, the next song seemed to start playing and she began the next dance that she knew. The sound of her knees digging smack into the carpet filled the room, instead, my attention was entirely on the snoozing creature in front of me.
I got up close, my head was just inches from hers. This close up, I could see the slight imperfections of her skin underneath the latex, the holes around her eyes showed a number of faint freckles that travelled across her nose, something that I wouldn't be able to notice the usual distance she kept from me.
Gently, I turned my body around and backed my butt up against the wall. Eventually, I rested my elbows against the ground, and then my knees, before my stomach was placed gently against the ground. I made sure every movement was as quiet as possible, just to make sure I didn't startle the creature.
I was lying side-by-side to her, resting my head on my wrists in the exact same position she was in. I wanted to mimic her, to show her that we weren't too different, we were stuck in the same situation and we acted the exact same. She didn't know who I was behind the mask and I didn't know much more about her either, but we were both pets.
It was almost impossible for me to take my eyes off her. Just watching her breath gently as her mind was already asleep was somewhat addictive. She was cute, beautiful in a weird sense. Somehow the fox costume seemed to highlight the woman underneath the latex, her pale skin shone brightly against the muddy-coloured suit. Even how unsure the creature was in her movements was a cute sight to see, watching her slowly get used to walking on all fours, seeing her try and remove the human parts of her brain and become used to being an animal.
It was a process we all had to go through, a memory that had yet to leave me, but seeing someone new go through that same thing was… adorable, in its own way.
I wondered if that was how Cleo saw Poppy and I? Were we just kittens to her? A creature with months of experience as a pet, watching two people experience it for the first time?
Eventually, Cinnamon's eyes slowly opened. The dark irises were soon woken, the eyelids steadily fluttered before she began to focus on the image in front of her. Cleo doing her silly dance was the first thing she saw, I could see the giggling behind her eyes, seeing such an enormous cat doing something that she thought was the complete opposite of her behaviour.
Her eyes then blinked a few more times, trying to take away all the sleep that had gathered, before she pulled herself up onto her knees. I could tell her body was aching from the stiff movements, I watched as the latex stretched and pulled whilst the creature was positioning herself for a big stretch…
Suddenly, her eyes darted towards me. It was an unusually fast motion for a waking animal. The cheer in her eyes from the black cat faded almost instantly as she realised I was next to her, right next to her… almost uncomfortably close.
It was like watching her in slow motion as her eyelids peeled back as far as they would go. Her eyes got so large that I half expected them to fall out of her sockets altogether. She brought her hands down, placing her paws against the soft carpet before springing her body backwards. It was a similar leap back that I had seen cats do when they are startled by something, her thin frame launched into the sky before coming back down to the ground less than a second later, landing a foot further from me.
This shocked me, the sudden action was the complete opposite to what I was expecting. It seemed like we were in the early process of getting closer as a group, yet the fox still kept her distance from me.
She landed on her paws, sitting upright as if she was ready to pounce in case I crept further towards her. It was like watching a dog on its hind legs, ready to push forward and sprint ahead.
Her eyes narrowed, almost to squinting level and a hissing sound escaped her muzzle, trying to ward us off and not approach her comfort zone.
It was easily the most animal-like I had seen the woman. Perhaps, it was just the way she imagined us acting, like we had the minds of pets to imitate the costumes we found ourselves locked in. Honestly, it worked. She made it perfectly clear that she didn't want us that close to her and that we should respect her privacy.
I was already in the process of placing my paws up, almost as if I was begging her to calm down and forget this ever happened. I made the mistake of settling on my knees, accidentally making myself look bigger after her movement. Despite my struggle to get her to calm down, it was clear she took this as a threat.
The second mistake was Cleo coming next to me. The large cat saw the whole thing and left the dancers on TV behind, crawling to my side mere seconds after Cinnamon's feet touched the ground. The arrival of the black cat was seen as back up, Cleo couldn't help it, her large frame was intimidating enough, yet the woman inside of it was one of the sweetest people I had ever met.
I wished I could have told Cinnamon that… somehow.
I wished I could have told her that we weren't a threat.
I wished I could have told her that before she pounced once again.
She pushed herself forwards, knocking her small frame into mine; but with enough force to knock me to the ground. I ungracefully fell onto my back, my paws instantly went upwards, holding the muddy, latex-bodied creature over me. The hissing continued as her own paws swiped at me, the latex hitting my hood and the thick pawprints underneath catching my skin every now and then.
I knew I wasn't in danger, the suits forbade us from doing any real damage to each other. Yet I did not realise we knocked the table over in the process, her hissing mixed in with my unintentional screeching and Cleo chimed in shortly afterwards, grunting loudly as she placed her arm around the bust of the fox to force her off me.
A few seconds ago… we were just three animals resting in a room, now we were making the loudest noise this house had seen for a long time and the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs towards us were as clear as day.
We were going to be found out.
I wanted Cinnamon to calm down, I didn't want her to get into trouble for something she entirely misinterpreted.
Cleo managed to get her away from me, using her powerful arm to launch the fox across the room. Somehow, Cinnamon once again landed on her feet, bracing herself for another jump, this time it was to my protector.
I brought myself up as fast as I could as I wanted to deescalate the situation as swiftly as possible, Cinnamon wasted no time with her second attack. By the time I was upright, she was already soaring through the air towards Cleo, her arms outstretched like a lion leaping at its prey.
Then Cinnamon was on the ground.
It was over so quickly. Cleo didn't even react to the poor girl's attempts, the fox used all of her power to leap into the large creature, just to ricochet off her body and land back onto the carpet. I didn't think I saw the black cat react to it, it was more like Cinnamon tried jumping into a wall. Even Cleo seemed surprised, acting as if she barely felt anything brush against her skin as the fox fell to the ground.
The quiet thud as the poor creature's back was firmly planted against the carpet felt almost sickening, it felt as though more damage was done to her, as she began to realise what happened to her, her paw travelled up to her cheek; the first part of her that landed on the black cat.
It was too much to process in a short amount of time. The sound of the footsteps echoing through the hallways filled the air, somehow even the deafening sound of the television.
Cinnamon was dazed, even though she sustained no damage, it was clear it would take a few minutes for the fox to get back onto her feet. Cleo stood over the poor girl, the black cat was still coming to terms with what happened, slowly realising what Cinnamon actually did and how she ended up on the floor. However, it was clear that this would be the first thing Donna and Rita see when they walk in, despite the confused expression on the black cat's face, she looked as if she was intimidating the poor fox and would undoubtedly get in trouble.
The way Cinnamon was rubbing her cheek was not helping the situation.
The shadows of the two women entered the doorway, it would only be less than a second before their physical bodies followed through.
I could not let Cleo take the blame for what happened, this was all somehow my fault and Cleo literally did nothing this entire time.
I had to take a deep breath and take the fall.
I had to push my body to do something that I would regret. My body leaped from my spot and I found myself falling onto the fox. I wrapped my arms around her torso, holding her in a tight embrace but not hurting her in any way.
To her, this was another attack. It didn't matter that her 'salvation' was coming through the door, it didn't matter that I was trying to clearly de-escalate the situation. This was a further attack from a cat that approached her just minutes before.
She spun on the ground, trying to push me off her. First it was her hands as they pushed against my torso, but then her feet got involved. As she spun around, she managed to place her feet against my crotch and proceeded to push with all her might against me.
Cinnamon grunted and yelped, realising very quickly that the pushing did not help. Then I felt one kick against my lower abdomen, then another… then another.
By the time the two owners entered the room, a flurry of kicks from the fox were soon bruising the bottom of my body.
…It hurt.
I held on as tight as I could, trying to make the battle seem more realistic.
"Cinnamon! Nala!" The barking of RIta was startling.
"Oh… no, girls," Donna's quieter voice followed closely.
At first I felt a pulling against my neck, the long, false nails of the new owner clicked against my metal collar. At first the pull was soft, just trying to cause some distance between the fox and I, but the pull got even harder.
Feeling the metal pull against my neck was easily the most uncomfortable part of the altercation, soon the grip between us was forced to be removed and I found myself being pulled away like a disobedient dog.
Cinnamon went through the exact same treatment, her body went limp the moment Rita touched her and she was more than happy for some distance to be created between us.
The fox was placed onto her butt, a yell from Rita forced her to stay in that specific spot and then I was dragged to the other side of the room. I was lifted up for a brief moment before my butt was placed on the ground again, like a child in trouble.
However, no aggressive hiss came from the woman, in fact… she didn't say anything to me at all as she firmly planted me back onto the carpet.
I did not understand why I was given a lesser punishment at that time. Perhaps it was because Cinnamon was Rita's pet and I didn't belong to her. Did Rita expect Donna to yell at me? My own owner seemed very shocked that this happened in the first place, it was clear she wasn't in the right state of mind to be yelling at me right now. Donna simply stood next to the black cat, who was still looking very confused at the situation.
Bunbun seemed somewhat pleased with herself, taking refuge in the hallway as she watched the events unfold in front of her. It was almost an insane amount of glee she was having from seeing two other pets being scolded for something she had nothing to do with.
"Now… we cannot be having this!" RIta's voice was still raised but had since settled, "Are either of you going to tell me what happened?"
I wanted to speak, to say something. It was not lost on us that it was a rhetorical question, she fully knew that all four of the pets in the room had no ability to communicate verbally. Even if I could somehow get the words out, what could I have said to her? The situation was as insane as it looked. The simple act of sitting down next to the fox caused a fight to break out and I was taking the full blame for my actions. I just wanted to try something different, to try and break the barrier that was lodged between us.
It was clear that Cinnamon also lacked the words, she returned to the state she was before, her shoulders were up and she made herself as small as possible. It was the exact pose she had since she got here, it was only more recently that we saw her slowly come out of her shell.
I had made it all worse, I was trying to communicate to the fox that we were good people, that she had nothing to worry about with both Cleo and I in her company, yet I ended up making her even more scared of the two cats in her house.
"Okay… well. If you can't tell me what happened, then why don't you show me?" Both the fox and I glanced towards the woman, her hands were placed firmly on her hips, telling us that she wasn't playing around, "I want you both to enact exactly what happened before me and Donna came in, then we can figure out what happened."
Silence travelled over the room. We were just coming down from the adrenaline rush which was the short fight, but this woman wanted us to return to those steps?
She clapped her hands, ushering us to hurry up.
Cinnamon picked herself up and crawled over to the side of the room, once again placing her body flat on the floor and resting her chin on her lower arms.
As she did this, Cleo got into a similar mindset. The large cat broke away from the group and returned to the television, the amusing sight of her large frame dancing on her knees was once again a feast for the eyes.
"So… Cinnamon, you were sleeping?" Rita asked.
The brown fox picked her head up to give a quick nod, then returned to the position.
Rita's glance travelled down to me, giving me a look that made me feel like the bad buy for disturbing the dozing creature. However, no words left her mouth, she allowed me the time to move myself before making the judgement entirely.
I wasted no time after that, I crawled back to the TV, placing myself exactly where I was whilst I was watching the intoxicating dance of the black cat.
Rita looked between all of us, trying to hide the smirk she had whilst seeing Cleo's movements, "So, this is where you all started? What happened afterwards? Who made the first move?"
Donna placed herself right next to the wall, close to Bunbun. Allowing almost the entire floor for movement. It was somewhat heartbreaking to see her glance between the two animals she loved so very much and the innocent creature sleeping in the corner, knowing that somehow we started a brawl.
It hurt to move first, bringing myself onto my hands and knees, I watched as the eyes of Rita, Donna and Bunbun shot towards me. I felt a wave of guilt travel over my body, realising that the first move made me look guilty by default. However, I kept my head up high and continued with the exact same movement I made just minutes before.
With the silence deafening the room, I could hear the latex around my frame crackle and wheeze with every motion. My body turned around and I parked myself right next to Cinnamon; who I noticed was tensing up considerably from the proximity alone.
"That's what happened?" The owner of Cinnamon asked, her voice sounded somewhat confused as to how this started an entire fight, she turned around to the dancing cat "Cleo? Can you vouch for this?"
Cleo stopped all movement, returning to her hands and knees with a quiet sigh of relief, giving the woman a short nod.
Rita suddenly turned to Cinnamon, "This is where Nala was when you woke up?"
The fox nodded too.
She pinched her nose, sighing considerably as she tried to comprehend the earlier events and seemingly already exhausted by the situation, "Okay, how did this fight go then?"
I felt embarrassed. It was a common feeling you have as a pet, as a bound girl, locked behind a layer of latex and a steel collar, forced to spend every day on your hands and knees whilst having normal, human elements removed from your daily life.
However, this was far different to how I had felt before.
Rita examined us closely, she knelt down next to us with one hand on her knee and the other under her chin. She nodded occasionally and gave the odd, 'Hmmm' every now and then. We had soon found ourselves in the same position as earlier, with Cinnamon's hands against me, her feet pressing into my lower stomach and my arms wrapped around her tightly.
This time it wasn't a fight, it was far more demeaning and much, much slower.
Cinnamon moved her feet slowly, showing her owner the multiple kicks that I had sustained in the brawl, but each time she moved one limb; a careful glance would go to Rita, who nodded understandingly.
We literally went through the entire fight in slow motion, showing the woman what happened between us. Every move, swivel and smack was played out like a rehearsal for a play. Whilst it was embarrassing, I had to admit it helped the connection between us both. Whilst Cinnamon kept flinching when I approached her, she slowly and gradually became more comfortable with my presence. She was even happy for me to grab her tightly once again, just to show her owner my second 'attack'.
"Hmmm…hmmmm…" She mumbled to herself as she continuously nodded. It seemed as if she was faking her interest in our fight as she had little to no interest in figuring out who started it, but seemed to find some form of joy out of watching us go through the entire routine again.
Cleo had stopped her dancing, she took her place on the floor and even closed her eyes. I did not blame the black cat for doing this, if I wasn't actively moving, I would have been bored out of my mind.
Bunbun's interest also faded, as it was clear that neither the fox nor I would receive a punishment to her level. The humiliation of this act was punishment enough.
Donna settled next to Cleo, sitting on a chair closest to the already snoring cat. However, her interest remained with us, she watched patiently and carefully as we made up every pose. Occasionally, I would glance towards my owner, and it was almost a guarantee that she would have her eyes glued to us, her hands braced together as they rested on her lap and sometimes even a short smile on her face as she quickly realised the reasoning behind Rita's motive.
"So, Cinnamon hit you here?" The woman next to us asked, placing her hand gingerly over my stomach, "Does it still hurt?"
Her fingers dug in slightly, pushing past the layer of latex and embracing the muscles under my skin. The motion itself wasn't painful, however the soft bruising on my skin was re-awakened as she did this, causing me to physically wince.
Rita took her hand away, unwilling to torture me further, "That seems rather painful. I'll get Donna to check you over and make sure Cinnamon hasn't caused you any serious damage."
She separated us, allowing us to finally remove ourselves from each other. Cinnamon didn't know where to go, so she stayed put; deciding to place herself on the floor and cross her legs. It was a rather human action coming from a creature that looked eerily similar to the real animal.
I chose to crawl towards Donna, who happily opened her arms and gave me a large hug once I got close enough.
"Well it's clear Nala did not approach you to start a fight, Cinnamon," Rita began to scold her pet, "You have to understand these two cats are not your enemy, they do not wish you harm, nor will they ever start a fight with you. Bunbun might start a fight, but she's a weakling… so, she deserves it if you hit her."
Rita seemed amused with herself, giggling slightly to her own joke, she spun around and looked towards me, "Nala. You have to be patient with Cinnamon. You were the new pet once, you understand the difference it is to being a normal person and how long it takes to adjust to your new life. Please, just be patient with her, do not force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. If you give her time, she will warm up to you, just don't rush it."
Donna stroked my mask, "It just takes time. Now that we have everyone here, there is something Rita and I wanted to say, we've had an update from Pet Correction."
Rita came in, interrupting the young woman almost immediately, "It's something that can wait. I think the pet should be checked out first before we discuss the topic."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "The girls just had a fight and it looks like Nala took a few blows to the stomach. The pets’ health should always come first. I'll go to the upstairs bathroom and check Cinnamon out and you can use the one downstairs for Nala."
"We have an upstairs bathroom?"
"We have two."
Donna seemed rather shocked, "Oh!"
The door clicked as it was closed up, Donna even went as far as to lock it by the handle to prevent anyone coming in. At first I believed it was for my own comfort, to prevent someone from seeing the process of the woman checking over me, but my owner made it perfectly clear that locking the door was purely for her own benefit.
As soon as she made sure the door was locked, she walked a few steps to the closed toilet seat and sat down with a large sigh. It was more of an exhausted breath, showing some form of relief to be in such a small room with only an audience of one.
She wiped the tiredness out of her eyes, placing her head fully into her hands and using the tips of her fingers to do the action. This was before she flung her head back, letting out another breath, trying to relieve some form of mental discomfort from her body.
This was the first time I had ever seen her like this. I had seen the young woman in multiple states during our time together, I had seen her happy, sad, emotional. I had even seen her angry at me, yet she had always remained professional despite the situation. Cleo, Poppy and I could always tell she did everything out of love for us three, but it was clear her standard work practise always came first, a rule she had always lived by.
This was different. It was like peeking behind the curtain at a magical act, seeing the inner workings of the show and something a typical audience member wasn't supposed to see.
For the first time in months, I saw that look of professionalism falter, the Donna we all knew slipped away briefly.
Tears began to form in her eyes, a moment that she tried to blink away, yet it was clear this was something she couldn't just stop. The tears easily overcame her, breaking away before they began pouring down her cheek.
This was a moment that startled me. Donna was the sweetest person I ever knew, but this was the first time I had seen her lack control, this is the moment I saw her succumb to her weakness.
"I… Sorry, Nala," she stuttered, "I didn't mean to… just give me a minute."
She was so worked up that she struggled to manage one sentence. She continued looking up towards the ceiling, the painted white patterns above us were somewhat of a distraction for her. I stayed still, almost frozen in place as I struggled to think of what to do. It seemed very out of the blue, there was no event before this that would have triggered the young woman, she even sat in silence as Cinnamon and I played out our fight for them. She was calm, collected and barely even said a word throughout the entire time.
"I'm sorry," she repeated herself as she wiped her eyes harder, this time becoming frustrated over the constant river that poured out of her, "God… I miss Lauren so much!"
That was it. At least part of the reason for the waterworks was the removal of Donna's love from our life. It was a subject that came to mind every now and then, yet I never heard my owner even talk about it since we left our old home.
She missed her partner.
It seemed that admitting this problem caused a larger amount of tears to build up. She could no longer try and fight the feelings off, she leant forwards, placing her hands over her face before a painful pant escaped from behind her fingers.
She was crying.
I felt helpless, now more than ever. I had relied on the woman for so much since my initial sentence, but now she was the one in need of someone, yet all I could do was watch through emotional eyes. I could not say anything, I could only hear her sobs as she went through this all alone.
I was nothing but a pet…
A helpless being…
And she needed more than that.
She was trying her hardest to dry her eyes. To put the negative thoughts she was facing in the back of her mind, yet as much as she tried to, it only made things worse.
"I… I don't know if I can do this," she said in a quiet whisper, "I'm really struggling, Nala. I could deal with you, Cleo and even Poppy. But I am so far out of my comfort zone…"
I crawled up to her, placing one of my paws on her lap. A small sign that I was listening to her, that I was there for her in that moment. I was more than happy to ignore the rules, ignore Pet Correction entirely and the relationship we had at that point. I was listening to her person to person, human to human.
"I miss our home, my cute little bungalow in a quiet area in a small town. It was nothing much, but it was mine. To spend my days looking after my pets. I miss seeing Lauren, visiting her lovely flower shop any chance I could, cuddling up to her most nights…
"This doesn't feel like home, this place is far too big and what little privacy we have now feels invaded by Rita and her pets. I'm sure she's a lovely woman and I am also sure Cinnamon and Bunbun are lovely too, but I miss it being just us."
She returned her hands to her eyes, trying to wipe away the constant flow of tears before she continued, "Now there are fights happening, that Bunbun is a troublemaker, Rita makes me uncomfortable with her 'methods'. I just wish we could just return to how simple things were."
I couldn't hold it in any longer. I could see Donna was getting herself into a state, a spiral of worries that were not going to get any better at this rate. She needed someone more than a pet, she needed…
I placed all my strength into my paws, pushing against the cold, tiled floor, taking my full weight as I placed my feet underneath me. My body yelled at me, making me regret the movements almost immediately as I tried to bring strength to my lower legs. Unfortunately, I had to use Donna's frame to steady myself before I planted my feet firmly on the ground and slowly brought myself up to a standing position.
An uncomfortable sensation travelled through me, at first it was the latex tightening around my ankles, this action was built into the design of the suit; forcing pets into a permanent, crawling position. Then it was my balance, being on my hands and knees most of the time had me unsteady on my feet, this forced me to use Donna's body for longer than anticipated, as I ended up almost crashing into her multiple times.
It wasn't pleasant, but within a minute I was standing before her. My bound hands were placed on her shoulders for my own steadiness. My owner just watched and stared, her mouth stayed open the entire time, watching me defy the very prison I was locked in.
Then I held her, differently to how I had done before. My arms wrapped around her shoulders, bringing her head into my chest in a comforting way.
It was true that Donna did not need a pet at that moment in time, she needed a person, someone who could comfort her in her time of need. Despite my body mentally and physically screaming at me to get back down, I knew I could be that person for her. It was the least I could do for someone who had taken care of me for so long.
"Thank you, Nala," she hummed; the tears finally began to cease.
I held her for as long as she needed me too. I blocked out all the signals to call me back to my pet side. Despite the hold coming to an end, I felt her arms tense up one more time, bringing me into her in a tighter embrace.
I was more than happy to hold her for as long as she needed to, I was more than happy to ignore my body's attempts at pulling me back into my pet form, but it was over almost too soon as I felt her tugging begin to ease before her arms fell from my body altogether.
I plummeted to the floor. Landing on my knees in a very ungraceful way, using my bound hands to cushion the fall as much as possible.
I felt a wave of relief wash over me, no longer were my lower legs screaming at me for standing up, it felt almost like a wave of cool water crashing over my body, leaking through the latex outfit feet first before my entire body was enveloped in the feeling.
It felt like returning to a norm, comforting and familiar.
"Thank you," she repeated herself briefly, "I really appreciate that."
She wiped her eyes one final time, removing the final tears but leaving behind what looked like sore, red eyelids from the emotional moment.
Donna shot me a smile, something to tell me that she was okay, everything was going to be fine, but I could easily see the hidden sadness behind the smile. For this, I returned my paw to her lap, this time it was a clear indication that I knew there was something else. It wasn't just the house, it wasn't just the absent flower shop owner and it certainly wasn't the introduction of Rita and her duo of pets.
There was another reason behind those tears, something that was still upsetting the poor girl.
I lent in closer, trying to make her aware that I was here for her, as either a human or a pet; I was there for her to grieve to, I was a shoulder to cry on and a pair of ears to listen to any story she would want to tell.
Her smile faltered, but she continued to brush me away, "It's nothing. Let's take a look at your stomach."
I wanted to pursue it further, it was clear there was something bothering the woman, that there was a piece of information that was eating her alive, yet failed with the ability to convey that information to me. I was more than happy to sit there and listen to her, knowing that giving out the information would ease the burden placed on her slightly, especially if it was given to someone with the inability to speak.
It was clear she had little interest in talking further as she placed herself closer to me and pressed her hand on my lower stomach. Her eyes flicked up as she poked and prodded a few areas, waiting for me to react to the pressure.
Whilst the fox's attacks were relatively soft, a good number of kicks hitting the right area did cause some bruising, which was on an area that Donna found relatively quickly.
"Mmmmmpphh!" I squealed through my gag as I doubled over. She pressed the right area, but the pain was almost too much to bear. It was a collection of raw pain and a growing numbness that seemed to make the touch unbearable. The urge to run away and hide came almost instantly, but the fact I was locked in the small room with my owner came to me not even a second later.
Donna jumped as I moved, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
I nodded, trying to put on a brave face. I cursed myself for not tensing my body up earlier, maybe if I strained all my stomach muscles together; the overall damage would not have been that much. Instead, I was focusing entirely on trying to make the fox know I wasn't going to hurt her, placing all my attention to somehow get that message across. At the time, I didn't think about the lasting effects of her attacks, I couldn't even recall how many blows landed on me by the time Rita broke the fight up.
I could tell Donna was unwilling to touch me again, she didn't want to cause her pet any more pain. She touched the area again, this time with much gentler fingers pressing through the two layers of skin, this caused me to shift myself forwards, not as harshly as before. Automatically, I brought my paws down, placing them on both sides of her one hand and pushed them away from my body.
I didn't want to hurt anymore.
"That looks bad, Nala," she whispered, as if she didn't want to say it out loud, "Turn around, please."
I gladly followed her command, anything was better than the pain I was in seconds before. The latex squeaked across the laminate flooring as I turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the opposite end of the room.
My initial action was to return to my hands and knees, bending over my body in order to protect the damaged area, but Donna was quick to correct me, placing both of her hands on my shoulders and putting me exactly where she needed me.
I was to sit with my butt on my ankles, my back straight and head forwards. It was a particular 'formal' position that I was not really used to with my pet mentality. With my back against my owner, all I could do was look around the rather bland looking bathroom, taking in the off-white tiles and simple shower set up whilst anticipating what Donna had in store at the same time.
It was impossible to say what went on first in my mind. It was a feeling that I had not become used to despite my many months with Pet Correction. It was the feeling of the second skin loosening, something that was held so tightly against my body for a month without release. My eyes went wide and I could hear my heart beat heavily against my chest.
Donna's delicate fingers undid the bottom of the hood, unzipping the back before stretching the latex upwards to reveal my bare neck. It was the sensation of the cool air against my skin that hit me first, causing goosebumps to travel over my entire body.
I wanted to ask her what was happening, this was a procedure I was rather unfamiliar with. The suit wasn't broken, it wasn't the right time of the month to be released. Was this really necessary?
"I just have to check your stomach," Donna whispered again, her mouth was so close to my ear, "Y-your human stomach, that is."
My entire body tensed up. Despite being what I supposed was a normal procedure, the feeling of the latex being removed from my body felt so unnatural, it felt completely weird.
Donna's fingers briefly grazed my neck, it was a simple, tender touch that lasted less than a second as she moved her hand from the bottom of the mask to the back of the neck, readying herself to pull the zip down to reveal my naked form underneath.
That simple, brief touch was enough to send electricity down my body. Skin to skin contact never felt so good to me before and it wasn't like she was touching an overly sensitive area.
A simple, swift sigh left my mouth, a motion that was completely involuntary. I felt the cool air of the room steadily float down my spine as my pale skin was slowly revealed, the sound of the zip being undone felt like the loudest noise I could think of, only stopping once it reached its destination below the small of my back.
I couldn't move, I dared not to. It felt so wrong to have that release long before my time was up, I felt as if one wrong motion would cause my naked body to fall out of the shell, that the pet version of me would somehow still be standing whilst the human side would be squirming on the floor, almost as if I was a creature who had shredded its skin.
Donna's hand was introduced to my body, her soft, warm palm was pressed up against my side before she steadily moved herself around.
I could hear her heavy breaths against my ear as she got in closer, trying her best to maneuver her limbs between the latex and my body.
"Sorry, Nala," she whispered, "I promise this will be over soon."
I could feel my hands trembling underneath my weight. It had felt like such a long time since anyone had touched me, truly touched the person inside the suit and not the outside pet. It was a challenge to keep my breathing steady, the foreign invader was not making the task simple.
I wanted to laugh, the soft, delicate touch of her fingers were driving me crazy. The slight feeling of her fingertips against my bare skin were enough to want me to scream, tickling me slightly before they finally reached their destination.
That was when the desire to laugh stopped. It hurt even more being pressed inside the suit. I fell backwards, losing all power to my arms as she brushed against the fresh bruises on my lower stomach. She did her best to catch me with her free arm and try to keep me upright as she continued with her inspection, managing to press her fingers in four different places before I put a stop to it, each touch felt like agony despite being in separate places.
"Nala! Stop, I… can't… Nala!" The poor woman yelped as I fell down. Placing my back against her chest as my paws came down and trapped her arm in place.
My knees locked in, closing together in a tight embrace that caught her fingers against my skin. Her arm wasn't going anywhere, I made sure of that. I knew I was breaking the rules going against her wishes, but I could not take any more prodding against my stomach… I wasn't going to let that happen.
To my surprise, Donna remained calm and kept her hand in place, not even allowing her fingers to move at all.
Donna didn't say anything, she settled into that position for a few seconds, allowing the moment to linger. Every second that passed felt like a minute as I expected her to say something, or for her to begin scolding me. I wanted to plead to her, to try and make her understand how much the fox's kicks hurt me, that touching them in that manner was only causing me more pain.
She remained silent.
She didn't say anything at all.
Her breaths continued in my ear, I could swear I could feel the heat coming from them.
My fingers trembled in the bound mittens, trying their hardest to keep a grasp on the poor woman's arm, keeping it from moving in any direction.
"Nala…" she whispered again, this time it was so gentle, to call it a whisper was an understatement, it was barely even a breath; yet the silence of the room, the silence of the situation allowed me to hear it.
I focused on our bodies, where she was to me. I could feel her heartbeat quicken against my back, I could feel her tense but soft grip against my shoulder, I could feel her other arm began to shake lightly, causing her fingers to brush lightly against my skin… much further below than I realised it was.
My eyes travelled down without a second to lose, allowing me to see the bulge between my legs. As I fell backwards, I must have pulled her hand downwards before using my thighs to clamp it in place. Donna… she was just hovering over my sex, her fingers just centimeters away from my most vital place.
I didn't know what to do.
Gingerly, I rolled my eyes back up to meet my owner's gaze. She stared down at me with a mutual look. It was calm, unemotional, a complete contrast to the panic that had already set in on my end. I couldn't tell if she was waiting for me to undo my grasp on her arm, or if she had mentally checked out due to the situation we found ourselves in.
Her hand flickered. It was obviously an accident but the small brush against my sex sent a rush to my brain. I felt my eyes fall towards the back of my skull before returning barely a second later and the desire to let out a softened moan was almost too much to ignore.
This was a simple accident. Seconds of uncontrolled movement caused us to be stuck in this way, something that could have been easily avoided.
I did not know what would happen if I let go of her arm, would she begin to punish me for acting out? Or would she let go of her rules and allow her hand to explore me further. If this happened, would it be something we both regret? As it would force us to enter a place our relationship had not travelled to before, or would it be a secret we both were too happy to share.
Against my better judgement, I finally let go.