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A new Pet, for a Pet. ( sameo15 x wolfy)

"I am not your pet." Chelsea muttered. "You can't have people as pets, and as soon as my parents find me your going to be in a world of hurt, you and that guy." she crossed her arms stubbornly.
 
She sighed. "Your parents are rich. If your parents or the police gave a dam, you would be home by now. Their having a party now that a spoiled brat like you is gone." she said sadly, exaggerating a bit. But it wasn't far from the truth. No one cared. Her parents were happy to be rid of the leach, all her friends were too stupid to notice or care, and her boyfriend only cared about her as arm candy and was getting tired of having to deal with her attitude and her not having sex with him, so he moved on. It was truly sad. "I, however. If someone were to take you away from ME....................I would KILL them................" said her mistress with a slight hiss in her voice at the thought of it, showing the first bit of anger since Chelsea saw her.
 
Chelsea was struck by a wave of pain and anger at the girls words, her face paling slightly, but she glared at this girl non the less. "My parents do care!" she screamed face burning as red as her ass now that she was angry. She struggled and flailed about in her chains like crazy, a single tear fell down her face. "And what would you know about it anyway?!" she yelled, panting hard.
 
"Maybe you just had shitty parents, you couldn't have been that good of a daughter if they really seemed glad to be rid of you!" She snapped back, her tone dripping with venom.
 
Ouch. That had stung her. She was foolish to show a bit of weakness in front of her. She had thought she would appear to be more human in front of her would make her pet more pleasant and willing, but she was wrong. She was about to cry a bit when she had a insult appear in her head. "Exhibit A: Your a bitch. But bitches do make the best pets~" she said with a leer in her voice, all friendliness and compassion that was in her voice gone. The pills would be kicking her ass right about now. She now knew what anthro she would ask her master to turn her into~
 
Chelsea fumed, her entire face red as she strained against her bonds like crazy. "Let me out of this and we'll see who's going to be a bitch!" She screamed and flailed and fought until her little body was completely exhausted, reducing her to limp pants as her head hung low.

(hmmm.... not entire fond of pup-girl anthro's myself.... fox-girl would be a new one for me however, and is at least still canine....)
 
"Exhibit B: You complain to much. But I'll brake that spirit of yours like a hunter brakes a foxes spirit. Should I continue? Or shall I go right back to punishing you some more?" she said, still hurting after that last moment. She wanted to be her friend as well as her mistress, but it seemed that wouldn't happen until she was broken. Weren't those pills kicking in? They should be making her feel like shit right now......
 
Chelsea looked down, her anger burning itself out making her feel extremely tired and weak after her sudden outburst, combined with everything her voice was raspy and her limbs sore from all her struggles. In the angers place however Chelsea felt a new blush starting to form, radiating out from her cheeks and down her body, she felt herself burn with... embarrassment? Ashamed? She couldn't quite tell what was going on with her feelings, it all seemed to go haywire all of a sudden as she hung limply almost pouting.
 
"Exhibit C: You pout to much like a kitten when you know you lost, but won't admit it openly." she said, continuing to berate her and make her feel guilty. She would do this until she apologized, which should be awhile, but she had all day
 
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she screamed, flailing about, straining her already sore limbs as a tear fell out of the side of her eye. She shut them tight, continuing to struggle as a sob started building in her throat she fought back, guilt eating away at her. But why was she feeling guilty? She wondered idly, as her limbs grew weaker.
 
She just smirked a Cheshire cat grin. Like a cat, she could be cruel if her prey had crossed her, like Chelsea foolishly did. "Exhibit D: Your bossy, even when you are the pone who shouldn't be."
 
Tears fell freely now, as she fell against the wooden x sobbing, makeup running down her face in a mess. Her body was sore and bruised, her ass was on fire, the same shade as her face with the effort of crying, and her poor little heart heavy with guilt. Maybe she did deserve this. Maybe she was just a mutt. "P-p-please stop." she choked out.
 
Chelsea's head was lowered to the side as much as it could go, sobbing a quite choking sound now.
She couldn't look up, couldn't bare to meet Cristy's gaze. She felt ashamed, broken.
"I-I'm sorry I lied...." she whimpered softly.
 
Her mistress smiled and came up to her, holding her chin to look into her. She brushed the hair out of the poor girls eye and wiped the tear away. She smiled, but not a scary one. A friendly one. A warm one. She had finally broken her. Now it was time to repair her.

"But despite all your faults, you are truly a good pet." she said with a smile and undid the chains and let her rest on the floor. "Apology accepted. Now, tell your Mistress what did you want to ask her. And don't forget to call me 'Mistress', pet. I can be cruel, but I can also be kind. It all depends on how YOU act. Understand?" she asked, knowing the pills would make her feel grateful towards her for this, but if she was a good person, she didn't need the pills to be thankful for this act of reprieve.
 
Chelsea looked up wearily, rubbing her wrists. "Why are you pretending to be a cat?" she said again, then as an after thought, "M-Mistress." she frowned. She still didn't like calling the woman that. Still.... she couldn't help but feel relief wash over her at being unbound, even if she was sore and she doubted able to sit down anytime soon. It was a beyond frustrating conflict of emotions.
 
She smiled and bended down to show her head. "See? Their real. And so id the one on my ass. But you'll find that out later, my cute little kitty~" she cooed as she petted her on the head. "And good girl for calling me Mistress. I know it was tough for you. Any more questions, my lovely kitty?"
 
Chelsea gawked, barely being able to help herself from tugging on the girls tail, to see what would happen. The girl stumbled back a bit, turning away from her Mistress, obviously frustrated by the remarks. "Yeah when can I get some proper clothing?" she asked, covering herself as best she could.
 
She smiled at her pet and said with a grin "Pet's don't really wear clothes. except maid ones like I'm wearing. But you have to earn them, like I did mine." she said as she got up and reajusted her clothes. She than looked back at her cute little pet and said "Would you like to have anything to eat?"
 
"E-earn?" Chelsea repeated looking taken aback, her face filling with a blush again. She frowned, at the offer of food. "N-no. I want you to stop treating me like a child. I'm not a pet. I'm not some show dog!" she muttered, unhappily.
 
She sighed. "Just when I thought you ready to obey mistress. Will you ever learn? Or does mistress have to punish you again?" she asked, looking down at her disobedient "And yes, you are a pet. MY pet."
 
"You can't really expect me to just walk around naked all the time! What if other people see me?!" She asked, her face growing redder at the thought
 
She bended down with a smile across her lips, petting her face, something she would find to surprising enjoyable. "Only the two of us and Master live here, and he is currently busy. So yes, until you ear what I have on, you will naked. Do I make myself as your Mistress clear?" she said, not in mean way, but in way that asserted herself as Mistress.
 
Chelsea whimpered, cringing lightly at the girls tone, her blush returning in force. "Y-y-yes" she said with a gulp moving her arm to cover her breasts. "What are you planning to do to me?"
 
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