The Cat-Eared Curse

The Cat Eared Curse

(Petplay, Mind Control)

Quinn sighed heavily, she was being yet again dragged into another weird store full of junk she had no interest in. This one did have more mystique than the others, there were all sorts of knick-knacks and oddities. Some were pretty bizarre; several tiny skulls that were strung together on a rope were dangling next to the cash register, a few glowing crystals illuminated a dark corner of the room and an oversized rat plushy sat on the shelf.

"Oh my god look at it!" cried Leslie, she let go of Quinn's arm and rushed over to the shelf to pull down the plushy. It was huge, far larger than her torso. The giant rat wobbled under the unsteady support Leslie's limited strength, she wavered back and forth trying to hold it up so Quinn could see how clearly amazing it was.

She peaked her head up from behind the rat, "We have to get this!..." she said, clearing her throat. "I... have to get this." Quinn looked at her disapprovingly, they were struggling with rent at the moment and a giant rat plushy might have been good for the soul but it was bad for the purse. Quinn said nothing, tilting her head a little, Leslie pouted and put the rat back on the shelf. "But... it's a giant rat plushy..." she said, checking Quinn's eyes once again to see if this was indeed the dark path their lives were taking. Quinn's resolve was true.

"Alright..." she said, looking around and getting fixated on the next entrancing thing before power walking towards it. Quinn let her go, she was always like an excitable puppy, that's why living with her was so much fun, she was just an unstoppable level of cute, all the time. She could never get mad at her, she didn't have the guts to get mad at her, but if she didn't hold her back the entire house would be filled with plushies and cute things but the fridge would always be empty.

She sighed and put her hands around her backpack, walking down the aisles of the shop, weird things surrounded her; fancy hats no one in their right mind would wear, odd shaped boxes, tiny instruments, ornamental things, small statues and in one aisle was a large painting of Bella Lugosi as Dracula, it stood out like a sore thumb, which was quite the achievement considering how intense everything else in the store was. His eyes seemed to glare into your soul. Quinn looked deep a the painting, it was clearly from an adoring fan, before the painting could claim her soul however, she broke free of the paintings hypnotic stare and walked off down one of the many forking paths that the store went in.

Going deeper into the shop, the light from the windows gave way to the fairy lights and other placed lanterns that kept the place illuminated in daylights stead. A lava lamp illuminated another fork, Quinn couldn't help but watch one of the bubbles slowly raise to the surface, then she noticed the split; with one path being lit up with glowing body parts, a red luminescent arm, a radiant blue foot and the other by novelty coloured candles. Quinn stared at both, and felt the body part path calling to her, she paused to look at them for a second, trying to fathom why this was a thing that existed. The other path lead to racks of clothing, she didn't really know what she was doing in the store. She and Leslie only came in to check it out, it was one of those places that seemingly cropped up over night, but looking at the size, complexity and sheer amount of items in the store, it seemed impossible that it hadn't been here since the dawn of time.

Eventually she reached a dead end, the shelf on the left curved around in a 'C' shape to perfectly join up with the shelf on the right, as the two path's merged into the middle, in the centre was a single item in the middle shelf. A set of cat ears. Just a headband and some bits of fabric that pointed upwards to resemble feline ears, she'd seen a tonne of them before, this pair was black and pink.

She didn't know why, she'd resisted to touch every other odd item in the store, but for some reason she reached out for them and picked them up. The material used on the ears was soft and the black fabric was somehow enticing to run your fingers over, without any hesitation or conscious thought; she put the ears on her head.

"Oh my god. That's adorable! You're so freakin' cute Quinn." came Leslie's voice from behind her, she didn't hear her room-mate sneaking around behind her, and being caught wearing them; she felt like a deer in the headlights of a giant cute truck. Quinn quickly took the ears off and put them back on the shelf.

"Uh, yeah, these are not for me." she said, unconvincingly.

"Aww, but they look so damn cute on you, please tell me you're getting them." Leslie begged, her pleading little puppy eyes were once again tugging on Quinn's heart strings. But her resolve was true.

"I really can't be getting silly cat ears Leslie, what are we even doing in here, we need food not pictures of Dracula or whatever." she said with a smile. Leslie once again looked devastated, clearly the objects in this store were more interesting than the food she needed to live.

Quinn walked past her and up through the maze of shelves until she found the door, she waited for a few seconds and Leslie arrived afterwards. "Let's go get some food, no more detours!" Quinn said, feigning energy, all this shopping was wearing her out. Leslie smiled deviously, "Sure." she replied, coyly. Quinn stared at her intently, she was up to something, but even under scrutiny, Leslie didn't fold.

The two went food shopping, stared longingly at some fancy cheeses, saw a funny looking guy with a funny beard and returned home with some essentials and sadly, no delicacies. As Quinn opened the shopping bags and started putting food in the fridge, something was suddenly placed on her head.

"What the..." Quinn said, the sound of giggling coming from behind her. She reached up and toucher her head, it was the cat ears, the same exact feeling as the ones from earlier.

"LESLIE! What did you go and buy these for?" Quinn asked, taking them off her head and shaking them at Leslie. Leslie smiled deviously.

"They just look so cute on you and they were cheap, what do you want me to doooo?!" she beamed. Quinn looked down at the ears and sighed. "Fine, as long as they were cheap, but I don't think I'll be wearing them." she said, putting them on the kitchen counter, continuing to put food in the fridge.

Leslie wiggled her behind with joy as she unpacked the food. "You will wear them at parties, at least. For my enjoyment." she said with a certain air of authority, though Quinn wasn't buying it.

Quinn sighed. "I don't want to get stereotyped as yet another trans cat girl, there's millions of them." she explained. Leslie put the food down and rushed over to Quinn, "It's cos they're so fricken cute that's why!" she said, "I'd give you so many headpats." she continued as Quinn's face started to turn red.

The evening continued normally, with the cat ears left on Quinn's dresser, never to be used again. Quinn wouldn't throw them away, they were a gift, but she would also not be caught dead wearing them, she wasn't a stereotype she told herself. They sat down and watched TV together, Leslie loved watching re-runs of cooking shows and Quinn loved watching Leslie watching cooking shows. Quinn would never admit it, but her heterosexuality was under serious scrutiny, it had never really been proved and she kept on fawning over girls.

That night the two girls went to their rooms, Leslie's was filled with plushies and pastel colours, but Quinn's was more business, no plushies and a functional desk for her miniatures. She'd been painting them for ages and was letting them dry. She had Warhammer 40k posters on her wall and had parts of an old bike up against the other wall next to the bed, 'one day', she promised herself, she would repair it. As she stripped down, pulling off her cute blouse and removing layer after layer until she was in her underwear, the cat ears called again. She looked at them, and ignored them, slipping on her nightdress, it's silky fabric brushed over her slender body. When she was done, she stood alone in the darkened room.

She walked over to her dresser slowly, the cat ears were once again there, not drawing attention to themselves, yet somehow unavoidable. Just sitting on her dresser, tempting her. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to them, just like when she was in the store earlier. A level of magnetism, like they were two puzzle pieces that fitted together. This time however; the force behind it felt sentient, like someone was behind the actions of them, something inside calling to her. She reached down and once again put them on. Turning around and gazing at herself in the mirror; she looked cute in her black nightie and the cat ears made her appear far more sleek and feline. She liked it. She moved about in the mirror making cat-like poses.

Then something inside her clicked. She stood there for a second, and then walked straight out her bedroom with the cat ears still on, down the hall past Leslie's bedroom, stopping to open the front door of her apartment, and then she began walking barefoot down the stairs, right into the street. Passers-by saw the strange feminine cat girl in her nightie and looked away, one old man even said "another one..." as Quinn passed him. She kept walking for about a mile, where she finally arrived at her programmed destination; an old foreboding house.

It was a tall and derelict looking home; ivy covered one half of the east wall, some windows were dirty and the pathway was overgrown with weeds. She didn't examine any of this though, simply walking up to the front door and standing there patiently. The door opened and Quinn stepped in, she walked through a foyer and up to an older woman was sitting in a large chair by the fireplace, the room was very ornate, various sculptures of cats were adorning the living room, the fire coloured them in an orange light, whilst more pictures of cats looked down at them both. The woman sat expectantly in the chair and began to smile. Quinn approached her, with a pleased expression and began to purr, like old friends reunited. The woman smiled.

"Well hello precious!" she cooed getting out of her chair and walking circles around Quinn, "You're a new one, you must have found Freya's ears." she said, taking hold of Quinn's head and moving it around, examining the ears placed on her head. "Tongue out." she said, and Quinn obeyed, sticking out her tongue. The woman smiled in delight. "Oh yes, kitty will certainly please with this." she gently closed Quinn's mouth with her hand.

The woman grasped Quinn's chin and moved it around freely, "Hm, yes... I think... Fleur! Ooh yes what a good name for a good kitty!" she said, letting go of Quinn's face and sitting down in a chair. "Yes, yes, come here Fleur, good kitty!" Quinn obediently walked over to the woman and kneeled at her feet.

"Now some ground rules." she chuckle to herself, knowing that Quinn couldn't do anything to disobey and wouldn't be able to remember any of this later. "You're to do what I say when I say it, right Fleur?" the woman asked, Quinn nodded blankly. "That's right, you have to." she continued, a small smirk on her face. "I do love new pets." she continued.

She reached down and lifted Quinn's night dress with her foot, revealing her bulge. "Oh, you're one of those girls, how adorable, this will be very useful!" she put her foot directly on Quinn's bulge. "You; my pet, are not allowed to cum unless you're looking at me. Understand?" Quinn again nodded, her eyes glazed a little as she stared at the woman in the chair, her girl dick hardening as she gazed at her.

"Felicity dear!" she called, and in response another girl came sauntering in, a larger girl, totally naked and swaying her hips side to side with a certain elation and flirty demeanour, she said nothing and smiled blankly. "Felicity, I need you to break Fleur here in, we need her nice and worked up." The woman grabbed Felicity's ample behind and said "You're to offer her yourself, all night." she said with a smile. Felicity's smile grew more pronounced. She turned to face Quinn, she was taller than her, with thicker thighs, wide hips and golden hair that went all the way down to her cheeks. Quinn got up and stood next to Felicity, they held hands and walked off into another room together.

Felicity sauntered over to the bed and climbed onto it, swaying her behind as she moved onto all fours, rubbing her pussy impatiently, she let out gentle purring sounds as she did. Quinn strode over to her, already hard, she pulled down her panties for her hard girl dick to spring free. Felicity patiently waited as Quinn climbed onto the bed too and quickly slipped inside the waiting girl. There wasn't any foreplay, just the sound of two girls purring and whimpering as Quinn climbed over Felicity, mounting her in an animalistic way and fucking her deep and aggressively.

Leaning up against the doorway, the mysterious woman watched, as Quinn fucked Felicity harder and harder, a sadistic smile spread across her face, she took a few steps back and turned her chair to face the bed the two were on, her hand trailed down between her legs as she eased back into her chair and watched the two girls go at it. "This may seem cruel dear," she said, resting her head on her other hand, "but I think it's very funny." she said to herself, running her fingers tenderly across her face. Quinn was getting more and more frustrated, picking up speed and fucking Felicity harder and faster, but never achieving orgasm. The two girls fucked long and hard into the night.

*

The next morning Quinn woke up in her bed, to a raging erection. She'd been on hormones for a while now; this sort of thing was a little odd. She was also unnaturally tired, her hip muscles hurt, so did her girldick and groin. She didn't know what to think of the unexplained hardness, but maybe the unpacking yesterday must have done the other pains, some of that shopping was heavy. She knew what she needed to do though, looking around the room and checking to see if the door was closed. Area secure. She reached down into her panties and smiled. "This is one problem I can take care of." she said to herself as she began to stroke.

She stroked, and stroked, playing out more and more fantasies in her head, grabbing her breasts and playing with her nipples and stroking more, getting hard and violent with it. Her fantasies become more and more perverted as she kept trying to cum, but it just wouldn't happen, riding so close to the limits but never spilling over. She stopped, she was sweating and panting, her night dress was sticky and her girl dick and balls hurt. "Oh... my god... what the fuck?!" she said to herself, throwing the covers off herself and letting the air get to her. "Maybe I need a toy or something." she said, panting.

Either way she was exhausted, and now she needed a shower. She climbed out of bed and saw herself in the mirror, she looked dishevelled, her nightie was stuck to her in places due to the sweat, but she noticed something else. On her head once again were the cat ears. She sighed. "What? How did they get up there?" she said, throwing them off onto the dresser and forgetting about them.

She clenched her fist in determination and pulled herself into the shower. After a few minutes, the cold-ish water she used finally calmed her down, her raging girl dick finally softening, but the aching didn't go away and she found herself still leaning forward a little as she came back to her room, dressed and ready for another day. She had the week off, and whilst the first Saturday was spent doing nothing but shopping, today would be a day of relaxation, a day of calm, peace, tranquillity and more importantly, figurine painting.

Quinn gazed over her miniature army of half-painted space marines, maybe she had gone for the most generic faction, but they did look cool and were relatively fun to paint, she was getting better at it too. She carefully reached over the figures to pick up a paint brush when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Hey Quinn! Did you leave the front door unlocked last night?" came Leslie's muffled voice from the other side of the door. Quinn wanted to be mad at an interruption before she had even started work, but she could never bring herself to be mad at Leslie. She got up and answered the door.

"No, I came in when you did." Quinn said. Leslie looked confused, reasonable deduction was not a thing she was able to really do. Quinn poked her in the side, "We probably just forgot last night." Leslie giggled and put her arms up in defence.

"OK! Fine, I guess it could have been one of us." she said with a smile, "But, if you see any burglar's in the house, like, uh... please don't." Leslie said, looking around nervously. 'God, this girl is such a doofus.' Quinn thought with a smile, shutting her door once Leslie walked off without saying anything.

Quinn walked back over to the figurines and picked up the paint brush a second time. Her arousal very slowly fading away as her passion for painting took over.

*

"... and bathing them like this helps remove the bonding agent used to cast them and allows the paint to stay on the figure without chipping..." said a voice from Quinn's laptop, she was holding a piece in her hand, but her brain had already switched off, she leaned back in her chair and moaned in boredom, which transformed into a yawn halfway. "Gods, I'm tired." she said, turning to face the clock, it was 6pm. "Holy shit, that's like, a grandma time to be tired." she said, shaking her head. She realised she'd been in her room all day, had painted 2 figurines and had eaten nothing.

Quinn escaped her art cave and walked into the living room, the TV had a hypnotic display of pixel art monsters and numbers flying across the screen with a singular character in the middle, surrounded by dazzling effects, they were just standing there. "What the hell are you doing?" Quinn asked Leslie who was fixated on the TV. "Playing a game." she replied, briefly.

"You're not even holding your controller..." Quinn replied.

Leslie's controller wasn't even on, it sat a good 5 feet away from her, next to the half eaten bucket of popcorn she must have made herself. Quinn walked over and picked up the bowl, throwing some popcorn into her mouth. "It's playing itself at this point, I don't know what to do any more." Leslie said, not taking her eyes off the screen. "Looks like some kinda fever dream to me." Quinn replied, they were now both staring at the screen. This went on for about a minute before Quinn yawned.

"Ugh, today has totally escaped me. I'm going to bed, later you." she said, patting Leslie on the head and putting the bowl of popcorn onto her lap. Leslie mumbled something, still staring at the screen as Quinn walked back to her room.

She yawned again, there was no fighting it. She was tired. She went into her room and threw on a big t-shirt, her night dress was still in the wash after her frantic masturbation session this morning had rendered it totally gross. As she thought about it, her girl dick awoke again.

This time Quinn 'would do it right', she thought, and reached into her dresser to pulled out a vibrator; she was determined to fix this problem. Climbing into bed she lubed it up and slid it up slowly up her behind as she stroked, but even with the combined power of vibrator, stroking and nipple play, she still found herself unable to climax. She pulled out the toy in frustration and dropped it on the floor. "This has to be a hormonal thing, this is not natural." she said, her balls aching, her girldick frustratingly unsatisfied. She rolled onto her side, feeling utterly feral and looked at the vibrator on the floor. "Ugh." she said, getting out of bed to pick it up, clean it off and slip it back in the dresser, and as she stood there in front of the dresser she saw her old friend.

The cat ears were there again, staring at her.

She had no conscious thought in it, picking them up and putting them on. She smiled dizzily, and walked back to her bed. Curling up into a ball and closing her eyes.

Minutes later they opened on their own, and Quinn jumped out of bed, walked over to her bedroom door, opened it, and disappeared into the night.

She arrived once again at the strange house she was at the night before, and once again she stood at the doorway and the front door opened for her, letting her in. The woman was there, leaning up against the fireplace, the flames providing a flickering orange light over her pure white stockings and flowing shawl. Quinn walked into the room, paused on the threshold, dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to the woman, brushing her body up against her.

"Well hello there my little pet." she said, reaching down and scratching Quinn behind her ear, "Aw, what happened to your cute little nightie..." it was then the woman saw the bulge in Quinn's panties, she was erect and clearly very horny, but she wasn't whimpering and displayed no arousal besides it. "Hmm, now sweetie; I need you to tap into your desires today." she said, and like a light switch being turned on, Quinn realised she was suddenly incredibly aroused.

She started to rub up on the woman harder, her purrs became more frantic. She looked up at her owner with pleading eyes. "Oh dear sweetie, what a horny little mess you are." she said, watching Quinn writhe about below her. She put her foot on Quinn's back, pushing her to the ground, the cat girl groaned as her breasts and bulging panties were pressed up against the floor, the foot above her trailed to her side, flipping her onto her back.

"Felicity, here." she said, and once again Felicity sauntered into the room, "Hold her down." she said. Felicity reached down and held Quinn's arms to the ground. Quinn didn't try to stop Felicity from doing it, instead smiling and squirming with pleasure, she kept rubbing her thighs together and stuck her tongue out occasionally.

"Oh my, the brain has fully gone now hasn't it Fleur, I let you tap into your desires and now you're a mess." the woman said, teasing Quinn's body with her foot. She ran over Quinn's pleasure points; brushing past her nipples sent her bucking about underneath Felicity. Felicity looked down at Quinn who was almost laughing, making animalistic noises, Felicity smiled deliriously and then looked back up at their owner, obediently. The woman moved her foot further south, trailing Quinn's stomach, down to her groin and onto her waiting girl dick, throbbing in her panties.

Quinn's eyes went wild as they looked around the room, her common sense had totally left her and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and nothing else turned her carnal desires into her only thoughts. The cat ears she had on gave total control to the owner, turning on and off parts of the brain the owner saw fit, she'd to as she was told because she had to, she didn't have the capacity to think otherwise. The pleasure welling inside her from the previous nights frantic fucking of Felicity, where she was denied the pleasure of an orgasm from the owner, as well as her own fruitless attempts to cum in the waking world, reduced her girl dick to a pulsating stick of desire that controlled her entire brain. She needed to cum, that's all she knew.

The woman rubbed her foot against Quinn's girl dick through the panties, and she responded, with a feverish whimper, a slathering yelp out of her open mouth, her eyes travelled everywhere around the room before finally fixating on her owner. "That's right, you may cum now." the woman said, hypnotically. There was no magic behind this action, Quinn was told she was allowed to cum only when looking at her owner. Her girl dick twitched and so did Quinn, letting out loud feline noises as her girl dick filled her panties with cum, made all the worse from Quinn's squirming.

The woman took her foot off of Quinn and sat down in her chair by the fire. "Good girl, every time you cum for me, the less you'll be able to resist." she said to the panting Quinn. She knew her new cat toy couldn't hear this, and wouldn't remember this later, which made it all the more delicious.

*

The next morning Quinn once again woke up in her bed, the overwhelming horniness had gone, as had her unexpected hardness. She was still tired, though not physically. She reached up to scratch her head and found the cat ears on her head once again. "Wha..." she said pulling them off and staring at them. "Is Leslie putting these on me in my sleep..." she started to think and then the thought just disappeared, as if she never thought it, it didn't need to be questioned anyway. Simply putting the cat ears on her bedside table. She yawned and realised her panties were wet, she reached down and touched the front of them, it had mostly dried but she had... cum in her panties? A wet drea- The thought was again, redacted. She got up, took her panties off and walked through the hallway, her girl dick dangling in the cold morning air, she went straight into the bathroom and shut the door.

Leslie held her spoon in her hand, cereal and milk dripped from it as she stared, shocked, down the hallway. She did not just see her room-mates girl dick. She wanted to say something, but decided forgetting about the whole thing was probably for the best. An hour later Quinn emerged from the bathroom, staring at her nails. Leslie noticed immediately.

"Oh you painted your nails! I said you'd always look cute with painted nails, lets see!" she beamed, pulling Quinn's hands towards her face. They weren't fancy and a little rough around the edges, Leslie examined them like a jewellers examines counterfeit watches. "You know, for a girl who spends all day painting figurines, I kinda figured you'd go for something fancier." she said.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Gosh, I just wanted to paint them a colour, not turn them into a dreadnought or something." she said. Leslie didn't really understand Warhammer 40K despite the numerous infodumps that Quinn had given her. Leslie just slowly let goof Quinn's fingers and said, "Well, their not dread-ful" with a wink. Without saying a word, Quinn got up and left.

"Aw cmooon! That was great!" Leslie shouted as Quinn walked out the front door. "Hm, where's she off to, she never leaves the house on her day off." she mumbled.

The day dragged by, Leslie left for work and came home hours later to find that Quinn still wasn't home. She sent her a text but heard the buzzing from Quinn's room, walking through she opened Quinn's door to see underwear all over the floor and the faint smell of paint, Leslie frowned, Quinn was so untidy. Scanning the room she saw the light on the bedside table, she walked over and examined Quinn's phone. 'There's no way she would have left without it, she doesn't go anywhere without it' she thought. Then she saw the cat ears next to the phone and smiled.

"I wonder if she's been wearing them?" Leslie said, picking up the ears and putting them on, swinging herself over to Quinn's mirror and doing almost exactly what Quinn had a few days earlier: various cat poses. She put her 'paws' out in front of her, pretended to clean her head, all whilst smiling dizzily into the mirror.

"These are so cute." she said to herself, taking them off and putting them down. As she walked out the room, there was a subtle tingling in the back of her mind, she paused, standing on the threshold of the doorway, looking back at the cat ears. 'Maybe, I should wear them again' came a thought that wasn't exactly Leslie's. She walked back over to the ears, reached down and was about to pick them... when her phone alarm went off, she was late for work. The feeling stopped, the spell was broken and she shook off the feelings and drifted off to work.

*

Quinn returned home a few hours later to find that Leslie had left for work, she'd been out shopping all afternoon and only had a single item to show for it, a purple collar with "Fleur" on it in gold writing, which she had to get made, and she didn't even know why she needed it, but she knew she did. Examining the collar she spent all afternoon getting, she noticed that it was far too big for a cat, and the logic centre of her brain concluded that it was definitely a person's collar.

Quinn's mind was awake, conscious and well aware of what's going on, but every time she received an order, she thought it was her own idea, and whenever she asked herself if what she was doing was something she would do, the answer was always 'yes.' She didn't realise she was lacking in the cognitive thinking to check if there was anything wrong with her recent behaviour. 'Fleur' wasn't even her name, she didn't wear collars and she wouldn't ever spend this amount of money on anything, let alone a custom collar. She knew she was doing it, she just didn't think it was strange.

Quinn made herself dinner, and Leslie returned home, the two girls didn't ask each other about either of the events of the day, like two robots, they both just sat there quietly eating. Leslie felt like something was wrong, but was reassured, somehow, that it was probably nothing.

*

Quinn once again found herself at the door of that house, being guided in by subtle suggestions in her head, she was wearing the collar she bought.

"Oh my darling Fleur that is wonderful, just as I wanted. Purple and gold." her owner said, running her hand along the letters. Quinn beamed, she loved making her owner happy. "On your knees sweetie." she was told, and Quinn responded dutifully.

Her owner traced her hand gently along the leather of the collar, along Quinn's chin and up the side of her face to play with a tuft of her hair. "You're such a good kitty Fleur, I need you to cum again for me, because when you do, you'll be my perfect little kitty." she said, ominously.

She walked around Quinn, smiling sweetly and looking down at her. "I detest the ears, I want you to give yourself willingly, not control you like a doll sweetie. I need your burning passion to please me, I need your heart and your soul my darling." she said.

"Tonight you become mine, and tomorrow you're going to finally flesh out my little kitty harem." she said, crouching down next to Quinn and whispering seductively in her ear. Quinn's mind was buzzing, the complete control of the cat ears had faded, and whilst she could think for herself sometimes, but all her thoughts were adjusted to align with her owners desires. It was good, she thought and her girldick was very, very hard.

"Wait here pretty." said the owner, walking off into another room. Quinn was confused and lost, but she would stay there; hard and eager even if her owner never returned.

Thankfully, A few seconds later she walked back into the room, with a large strap and a harness. "Kitty is going to put this on me, then kitty is going to get a big reward." she said, dropping the 8" toy and harness on the ground in front of Quinn.

She didn't need to think about this, holding up her owner's legs to put the harness on her, the 8" strap nearly poking her in the face as she adjusted the harness. Her owner looked down at her with a loving smile. "You're so eager Fleur, I love that." she said, patting Quinn on the head, she purred responsively.

Finally adjusting the straps, Quinn sat in front of her owner, who grasped the strap by the shaft and made a hand gesture, for Quinn to turn around. She got on all fours and her owner dropped to her knees, slapping the strap hard against Quinn's cheeks. "Felicity darling." she said, and once again; Felicity walked into the room, smiling as usual.

Their owner made a pleading face, holding out the strap. "It's a bit dry love." she said, and Felicity responded by dropping to her knees and sucking the strap. Sliding her tongue along it's ribbed edges, artificial veins, whilst paying special attention to the head. Quinn squirmed about, eager for what was coming her way. Their owner once again made a gesture and Felicity moved over to Quinn's ass and began licking.

Quinn moaned and purred in response as Felicity's tongue probed her hole, she knew she had to stay still, but her elbows and shoulders told her to drop head first into the floor and beg for mercy. Some things were primal muscle memory rather than mind control.

"Mmmm, I do love to watch you two enjoy each other." said their owner as she tapped Felicity on the back, signalling her to go back to what she was doing. The now moistened strap and Quinn's tenderised hole were ready. She pressed the head of the strap up to Quinn's rear entrance and as usual; for any time the owner decided to top... there was no resistance. The strap slid right on it, Quinn let out a whimper and squirmed about as the big toy found it's home inside her, but she soon resigned, leaning further forwards submissively.

"Yes, such a good kitty, my kitty." the owner mumbled, gently pushing the strap deeper into Quinn's ass as she grabbed her hips and squeezed them gently and reassuringly. Quinn's face was planted sideways into the floor, her face was in total bliss and her moans and purrs were automatic, the strap turned her brain off completely.

The owner picked up the pace and Quinn whimpered in response, the strap kept pushing her P-button and waves of pleasure were sent to her brain. "Felicity, the cage." said the owner, pulling Quinn over and onto her back, lifting up her Quinn's legs to rest on her shoulder, the strap now pushing even deeper into her. Her owner smiled deeply, watching Quinn's girl dick go soft and flop around as the strap pushed her closer and closer to cumming.

Felicity arrived with a small pink chastity cage, and got between Quinn and their owner, expertly putting the cage on Quinn, then taking the key and adding it to their owners necklace. "It's just a precaution sweetie, you don't need it any more either way, and you won't miss it either." she said in a gentle tone, as the strap finally pushed Quinn over the edge, she let out a whimpering squeal as the cage pulsated, cum dribbling out of the small hole in it.

Quinn suddenly realised where she was, this wasn't her room, she looked towards the figure looming over her and realised there was something large probing her ass. The figure came into focus, it was her owner, she'd know this face anywhere. "I love you mistress." Quinn said, throwing up cute little paw gestures and smiling deeply.

"I love you too Fleur, my first willing pet in a year now! You're so precious to me... but we have more work to do my darling!" she said, slowly pulling the strap out of Quinn's behind. "The ears you wear are yours now my cute little kitty, but they control you no longer." Quinn reached up and touched the little cat ears on her head, she looked back at her owner with elation.

"And these..." she said, getting a new pair out of a box, "are for your friend." Their owner crouched down next to Quinn and held a pink and white pair of cat ears in her hand. Quinn looked at them with wide eyes and smiled, she picked them up. "Go back to your old home and put them on your friend for me darling, I need one more pet." the two got up and Quinn received a pat on the butt.

"Go on sweetie, bring her home." she said, as Quinn walked off dutifully into the night.

*

As Quinn was walking back, she was suddenly accosted in the street. Leslie stood there holding her phone flash light. "Quinn? What the hell are you wearing, where have you been?" she asked, looking confused why her room-mate was walking down a public road with just her underwear in a t-shirt on.

"I'm looking for you!" Quinn replied eagerly.

"Me? Where have you been? I found the front door open again and nobody was home." Leslie asked again, she noticed the collar around Quinn's neck that said 'Fleur', but it only made her more confused.

"I was at my home!" Quinn again beamed the answer at Leslie.

Leslie paused and looked at her, something was clearly wrong. "Come with me!" shouted Quinn, pulling Leslie's arm back towards the house she'd just came from.

*

The two girls returned to the owners' house, Quinn bouncing about eagerly waiting to be let in and Leslie standing there awkwardly. "You seem really hyped up, what is this place?". She froze as the front door opened on it's own, letting the two girls inside. Quinn rushed in and up to her owner, rubbing herself up against her and kissing her legs.

"... What the hell are you doing?" Leslie asked, watching Quinn rub all over the older woman standing in the middle of the room filled with cat statues.

"Uh, Quinn, I don't like this place, can we go home?" Leslie said, rubbing her shoulder and looking around nervously.

"Oh no sweetness! You have to stay and play with us, Quinn dear, give the nice girl some ears." their owner said.

Quinn smiled with joy and pulled out the pink and whit ears she'd been given, Leslie backed away, but Quinn ran up to her, tackling her and putting the cat ears on her head. It was as if Leslie fell asleep, the room vanished and she simply wasn't there.

"Well done Fleur! Ooh, your friend is so pretty!" her owner said, Quinn was happy because her owner was happy, and pulled Leslie's robotic body over to present to her owner.

Leslie was examined all over, her perky breasts were felt and squeezed, her ass was prodded and poked, her mouth opened and fingers inserted. She stood perfectly still "She'll make a good pet! Hmmm, what about a name for her?" their owner said, Quinn tried to think but wasn't good at it so just furrowed her brow.

"How about Fiona, what a lovely name." their owner said, patting Leslie's head. Quinn purred with joy, waiting patiently by the chair for her owner to sit down. She didn't share a mental connection any more with her, she just wanted to do whatever she could to please her.

"I think it's time for a little reward, our happy family is almost all together." their owner said in a sing-song voice, sitting back down into the chair by the fire. She reached down and gently rolled down the stocking's she'd been wearing, throwing them off to the side, where Felicity walked in to pick them up, Quinn watched with wonder as the articles of clothing were thrown around the room, Leslie stood motionlessly in the background.

Finally she removed her lacy white underwear and Quinn stared with love and adoration at her owners pussy, she wanted to bury her face in it so badly. "Come here my little pets, come please me." she said, in a soft, but commanding tone, like royalty.

Quinn was the first in, being the closest, burying her face directly between her owners legs, she joyously wiggled her behind, her little cage dangling between her legs as she feverishly started licking and kissing her owners pussy, dragging her tongue up and down the moist opening. Leslie walked over obediently, and started sucking on one of her nipples, and Felicity knelt next to the chair and purred softly as she gently took the other in her mouth.

"Mmm, ooh, girls, kitties, you're all so good to me... mmmm!" she patted Quinn's head, before pulling her pets head into her pussy harder, pulling Leslie's head up and kissing her on the lips. "Mmm, I sense you will be another willing pet my dear, not everyone can become one." she looked over to Felicity. She was obedient, and did whatever her owner wanted, but she didn't love her owner, she didn't feel anything, she just did as she was told, a doll, a toy.

Then she reached down and pulled Quinn's head up for air. "And you my prized little pet are my favourite, you're such a good girl." she said, holding Quinn's face inches from her own. Quinn's face was sporting a dizzy smile, she got a gentle kiss on the forehead before she was allowed to go back to eating pussy. Their owner relaxed in the chair, it had been a really good few days.

Quinn was happy, she'd never been so happy, or felt like she belonged, or even felt like she fitted in anywhere before quite as much as she did now. The life she had before, the rest the things she needed to paint, hoped to achieve, those little toys from that thing, there was a bike, her desire for art school or something, it didn't matter now. She dug her tongue deep into her owner's pussy, she was loved, cared for and right where she needed to be, a warm hand came down on her head, patting it gently as she lapped at her owner, and all was well.