Pet Permit Ch 01

T4T4T in the near dystopia! When Felicity's girlfriend Alice applied for a Canadian residency permit, Fe thought she was being a bit hyperbolic. Unfortunately, Alice's fears were entirely justified, and soon Fe and Dina (the third trans girl in the throuple) find themselves in a hurry to leave as well. Unfortunately, the only option fitting their faster timeline is to gain entry under a newly implemented Pet permit with Alice as their sponsor, while they work on the more extensive human documentation. Dina always wanted to be a puppy, and quickly adapts to her new role, but Fe is... struggling with her new circumstances. Still, it's better than detransitioning.

(I might flesh out more of the backstory or do more with these three but for now, that's all you need to know :3 )

".....so fucking bullshit" Fe muttered to no one in particular, rubbing at the angry bump on her neck and glaring at the mirror as she worked on her makeup. Dina and Alice were all ready already, but Fe was working on something intense and gothy and was taking her time getting it right.

"C'mon Feeeeeeee!!! Let's gooooo! I want to celebrate you both being moved in!!! And you're gonna love this place, it's all low light, loud music, and strong cheap drinks. You'll fit right in!" Alice was impatient, but it was the 'I want to show you how well I know you' kind of impatient excitement, not actual frustration.

Fe checked the mirror a final time, touching up a bit of black lipstick around where her snakebites made it hard to keep the lines straight, and checked out the rest of herself in the mirror. About six feet tall, taller in the Doc Martins she favored. Definitely the biggest tits of the three, but also the chubbiest. Black jeans, mesh top with a chopped up band t-shirt over the mesh. Her shoulder length wavy hair was back in a ponytail, still annoyingly half bleached fading to red fading to a dark brown. The ponytail let her show off all her earrings and the choker full of dangly chains and crosses that her girlfriends handmade for her last birthday. Her eyes were a complicated mess of black, red, and purple eyeshadow and big cat-eye wings, set off with heavy stylized blush along the top of her cheekbones and thick black lipstick. She took a second to make sure all 11 piercings were straight and presentable, feeling the same little quiet mixture of joy and frustration she always took at

finally

looking like the punk she'd always wanted to be.

Better to have it all in place by 34 than never,

she reminded herself.

"Fine, ready, sorry. If it's as cool as all that though, are you two gonna have any fun?" She made her way out of the bathroom and towards the entrance, snagging a pair of boots from the closet on the way, before stopping to doubletake at her girlfriends. "Jeez, Dina... you've really taken this in stride."

Dina's fashion choices placed her squarely between Pacific Northwest style lesbian and cottagecore girly: long skirts, comfy flannels tied around her waist, fluffy sweaters, beanies. You could practically smell the 'film student' on her, even though it was years since she'd gotten her masters. As usual, her cool complexion and chin length straight hair was accentuated with soft touches of makeup: subtle eyeliner, a nice neutral lipstick, a little blush. She was wearing a plaid patterned long cotton skirt and a black top with a cute grey sweater over the top, the outfit accentuating her lithe frame. What was a bit different was how she'd chosen to accessorize tonight: she was wearing her usual brown and pink biothane puppy collar, an

un

usual set of bondage mitts made to look like cute little paws, and most notably a wire muzzle that was fitted tightly to her face. The harness for the muzzle also had a pair of floppy puppy ears at the top that waggled back and forth a little as she moved. The mix of bdsm gear and cozy clothing might have looked out of place on someone else, but for 'Dina the natural puppy' it seemed like a perfect fit. She was

meant

to wear cute sweaters and chest harnesses. Her neck looked empty without a collar and a few bite marks. She blushed as Felicity examined her gear, her arms crossing a little in front of her, her shoulders crumpling a little as she turned off to the side, until Alice corrected her posture back to fully standing with a quick tug on a leash that was attached to the collar.

Alice was

decked out

. The most 'fit' of the three, she had two modes of presentation: tank top and booty shorts (because the poor thing ran at approximately 200 degrees {

or whatever that was in maple syrup units

Fe reminded herself}) or hardcore lesbian witch. Tonight was lesbian witch, from her black boots to the spiderweb fishnets that vanished into a black lacy dress, which was adorned with the same moon phases symbol she wore as a necklace and across her wide-brimmed hat. Her long, thick, and intensely curly red hair was pulled back in a scrunchy and spilled halfway down her back. The outfit hugged her slender figure, the sleeveless dress showing off her muscled arms

and

helping vent heat. She wore dark red lipstick, smudgy black eyeshadow, and a

dangerously

wicked grin. In one hand she held Dina's leash, but in the other she held a mysteriously bulging bag.

"Why aren't you ready yet? Don't you want to go out?" Alice's voice dripped poisonous glee, taking in the shock on Fe's face.

"Yeah, sorry, just need to put on shoes and then I'm good to go..." Fe said, crouching down to put the shoes on, only flinching a little as Alice dropped the bag in front of her face.

"And you need to put on your gear, like Dina." Alice chided gently. "You did read the information packet you got about the Pet Permit program, right?"

"I... Skimmed it." She lied, seeing in her mind's eye the packet still sealed in its manilla envelope on the desk in her room. "I already answered all the stupid questions during the naturalization or whatever, I took the oaths and I..." She rubbed self-consciously at the lump on the back of her neck. "I haven't dug the stupid chip out yet, I think I'm doing great actually."

"You are! You're doing

so

great, which is why I know you can handle this." Alice's tone was intentionally patronizing, the one she used specifically to antagonize her girlfriends. "I know you're still getting used to all this, but it's pretty explicitly stated in a few of the brochures what you'll need to be wearing anytime you're out of the house, babe." She nudged the bag with her foot and Fe grabbed it reluctantly as she stood back up. Inside were a set of bondage mitts (no paw decoration), a muzzle (no floppy ears) and a plain black collar and leash. "Awh, sorry babe, but we'll need to take the choker off.." Alice handed Dina her own leash and plucked the new leash and collar out of the bag, unsnapping the choker and padlocking the leash on before she could put up too much protest. "Now hold your hands out!"

"I'm... I'm not doing that! I'm not a.. a puppy!!!" Fe's voice was already choking up the way it did when she got flustered, switching from smooth low tones to a petulant whine.

"Oh, I know you're not!" Alice circled back around in front of Felicity, checking that the leash and collar smoothly rotated. "Once we figure out what kind of Pet you are we can switch the gear up a little bit to better reflect that, but for now you've got a lovely neutral set. No species, just

Pet

. For what it's worth, my money is still on kitten, but I don't want you to feel forced into anything." She dug back into the bag and grabbed out the mitts. "Now hold out your hands!" Her bright smile seemed intentionally unaware of the irony.

"I told you, I'm not going to do that. I want to go out, and I'll help hold Dina's leash, and whatever, my own leash is fine I guess, it's kinky or whatever. I'm not wearing mitts and a muzzle."

"Disobeying a direct order from your owner? Breaking the law? Putting all three of us at risk if you get caught doing either? I'm sorry for this babe, but it's for your own good." She touched what looked like a smartwatch or something on her wrist, and suddenly the back of Felicity's neck exploded in pain. She dropped to her knees, unable to stand under the assault; she reached back at the violently throbbing microchip, but when her fingers grazed the bump the pain seemed to double. She jerked her hands away, a scream hissing through her teeth, curled into fetal position, clutching her knees to her chest, as the pain slowly receded.

"Well... shoot. I think that was a little more than I meant to do there." Alice said, a tinge of concern in her voice. She leaned down to catch Fe's hands as the girl on the floor again reached for her neck. "Oop, no, better not. Sorry... once I activate the punishment mode on the chip, there's a proximity... thing... that also gets activated. You'll get shocked any time you touch it. I'm pretty sure there's a way to turn that back off, but I'd have to spend a little more time with the manual. Boy, those pack a punch, huh? Bet you're glad you're so well behaved!" She joked, turning to Dina, who was looking absolutely stricken.

"Does... Does mine do that?" She asked, reaching back but pulling her hand away as though it was a burner she just remembered was on.

"Technically it could, but I really don't think we'll ever need to worry about that; you're such a good puppy aren't you?" Alice reached her hand up to give Dina's hair a playful tussle.

"Y... yes Alice..." She blushed, leaning into the pets.

Fe had slowly pulled herself to all fours, seemingly taking time to gather herself after the tazing before abruptly lunging for the device on Alice's wrist. The redhead watched sadly as Fe's fingers clawed at the device before her body convulsed again and she fell back to the floor, twitching even longer than the first time, a soft wail passing through clenched teeth. Alice crouched down again, resting a hand gently on the back of Felicity's neck, providing a bit of comfort to try and replace the pain.

"So... Obviously the chip won't let you touch that either. Also, if I recall, each time you earn another shock within a set amount of time after an initial one, they last longer? They're supposed to be corrective, ultimately. I think I can adjust the window on that too? There were so many settings, it seemed easiest to leave everything on default. I'll sit down with you tomorrow and we can see about dialing some of it back, but for tonight, as long as you just kinda, go along with the whole 'Pet thing', it shouldn't trigger. Can you play along just for tonight?"

"Please..." Felicity's voice trailed off into a sob of pain and frustration, and she buried her face into her elbow, breathing hard for a few seconds before trying again. "Please don't... don't do that again. It... h...hurts..."

"I know it does, honey. I'm sorry." Alice stroked Felicity's hair gently, before popping up and offering her a hand. "Come on, I really think you're gonna love this place. I'll buy you as many whiskey drinks as you like." Felicity took her hand as emotions warred on her face for a long quiet minute before seeming to come to a decision. Standing quickly, she began marshalling her appearance, trying to slide back into the grinning slouching sarcasm, embarrassed by her outburst and making the best of a strange situation. Delicately wiping a tear away without disturbing her makeup and redoing her ponytail, she offered her correction in a voice that barely quavered. "Gin and tonics. If it's a dive bar, I don't drink whiskey, I drink gin and tonics." She quirked her mouth up into a lopsided grin, a tacit acceptance of Alice's apology.

"Gin and tonics, then! Now, I'm not trying to be difficult, but if any other Handlers scan that chip and see you without the muzzle and paws, you're gonna get more than that little shock." The glee was gone from her voice, replaced with sincere compassion, as Fe glared at the bondage gear. "Come on, you can't stay cooped up here for the months the paperwork will take, I know you miss going out. And we'll be right there with you. It's just a costume."

Wordlessly Felicity held out her hands, flexing her fingers to help the mitts slide on. She pulled them away grouchily as soon as they were strapped tight, but stretched her neck out obligingly so the muzzle could be snugly fitted to her face. She noted the frustrating combination: ordinarily she'd be able to use her mouth to pull herself free of the mitts if she had time to try and escape, but the muzzle prevented that. And of course, the mitts prevented her from squirming out of the muzzle. She could probably squirm out of the things if she had to, given plenty of alone time, but what if the muzzle got hooked on a piercing?

Annoying. But I suppose Alice will take them off as soon as we get home. God I need to get drunk.

Looking in through the windows as the group approached, Fe had to concede the bar was

perfect.

Exactly as promised: low lights, loud music, strong cheap drinks. Full of gay people. An intriguing collection of posters promising cool local shows coming up over the next month. A back patio with even more gay people, where Fe could probably sneak out for a clove cigarette.

Wait. How would I smoke with the mitts and muzzle. WAIT. HOW AM I GOING TO DRINK WITH MITTS AND MUZZLE. Maybe the gear can come off inside?

She couldn't spot anyone inside in Pet gear.

Yeah, that must be it. It's gonna be a great night, we're back on my turf.

Turning back to the other two, she let a broad grin crack her face beneath her muzzle. "Let's go make some friends. It's been two weeks since I flirted with anyone new and my slut muscles need a workout." Fe was definitely the attention whore/slut of the group. 'Social butterfly' if you were being diplomatic. But a girl can't be blamed for having needs! Alice popped a set of earplugs in to help with the sensory overload, and flashed a smile and a thumbs up. Dina looked bashful but Fe couldn't tell if that was because of the bar or the collar, leash, mitts, and muzzle.

Fuck it, I got zapped

bad,

they can put up with an evening at a dive bar.

Striding languidly to the door, trying to put a little roll in her hips, she popped the pushbar hard and slipped in as the door swung open.

It would have been a killer entrance, if Alice hadn't been caught off guard by the move and the door swinging back at her, if she wasn't holding a leash attached to a collar around Felicity's neck, if Fe hadn't slipped a little on a spilled drink right when the leash went tight. But alas, all those things happened.

And so, after stepping smoothly into the bar, she fell backwards onto her ass as the bar spun around to look at her and her owner and her Handler's other Pet who was apparently capable of walking on her own. Fe felt her cheeks burn as the crowd turned back to their drinks, as the cute androgynous bartender failed to hide a laugh behind their hand, shook their head, and slid a lime onto the rim of a plastic cup. Dina offered Fe a hand up. Well. A mitt up. She stood, and the others looked to her, still willing to let her take the lead, maybe to help her bruised pride.

"The bar first, I think, while we get the lay of the land. Can we take these off?" Fe put a mitt up to her muzzle, cringing internally at the way the gesture must look.

"What?" Alice tilted her head, pointing to the earplugs. Fe cleared her throat and started again, almost shouting over the music.

"Bar fir-AUUUHH" her shout twisted into a yelp of pain as she dropped to the floor again, curled up and writhing as the pain coursed through her again.

"Hmm? But I didn't hit it or anything!" Alice protested, looking at her wrist. "Volume limiter triggered..." She read. "Ok, right... so since it's been activated in punishment mode..." she spun through a few displays. ".....Yeah. Ok. Default 'punished' profile has a volume limiter in place. You need to stay below 80 decibels or you're going to receive correction. I'm sorry, I had no idea that was even in there..."

Fe glared up at her.

Is she hiding a smile? Did she know about this? And now we're in a noisy bar...

"Are you

fucking

kidding me?" She strained to keep her voice conversational as Dina helped her to her feet for the second time in as many minutes.

"Hey, in my defence, I at least learned how most of this worked. I'm betting you've got a brochure on how the thing in your neck works that you could have read before now." Alice was definitely smiling now.

"Hey in MY defence, I didn't want to be a FUCKING PET, I wanted to be a NORMAL FUCHIIINNNNNNN-" This time Dina and Alice caught her by her shoulders, keeping her on her feet as her head lolled, the longer period of correction keeping her in agony for what felt like an hour. Eventually, the pain receded. Eventually, she got her feet under her. Alice looked ready to try and stop an argument from playing out loudly in the bar, but the spark of anger that had been animating Felicity appeared to be doused by the bucket of pain.

"I... hhum... I think mmaybe I want to g... to go home..." Fe said in a small voice.

"We're already here. You'll feel better with a drink in you." Alice gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, if she wants to go home, we should maybe think about going home..." Dina offered, looking apologetically at Felicity who was still rebooting, looking at the gay people enjoying their drinks and laughing, thinking about her room with boxes that still needed to be unpacked, the fluorescent light bulb above the bed she hadn't found a lamp to replace.

"N...no... it's fine... she's right it's silly to leave now. I'll be alright." Fe squared her shoulders, shook her head quickly, and headed towards the bar, trying to ignore the leash trailing behind her, trying not to feel the threat of another shock behind everything she did.

Don't touch the chip, don't yell. Easy peasy.

The bartender finished helping someone at the opposite end of the bar, scanned the room for patrons, looked straight past Fe, and made eye contact with Alice.

Maybe a little rude? I'm not exactly easy to miss...

"What are you folks drinking tonight? Oh, I love that hat. Your whole vibe is great!" They flashed a charming, easy smile.

"I'll have a gin and tonic. I love your tattoo!" Fe said, craning her neck to admire the complicated pattern twisting up a forearm and disappearing under a sleeve. The bartender broke eye contact with Alice to lightly push Felicity's arm off the wooden bartop before turning a slightly more exasperated smile back to Alice..

"Sorry, would you mind keeping her off the bar? We have some Pet beds on that side of the bar for them, if you want to meet me over there." They gestured to the far side of the bar. Looking more closely, Fe could see a pile of large soft looking beds lined up in front of the bar, between the stools. Some of them were occupied by people, their leashes hooked on coat hooks, wrapped around stools, or held in hands of owners. Some of the Pets had their heads in laps, getting scritches and coos of attention. Others were huddled around dog bowls, trying to navigate a straw between the wires of the muzzle with clumsy mitts while their owners engaged in conversation with other people at... human level. Felicity could feel herself blushing deeply, but couldn't bring herself to look away from the scene, before she felt a sharp tug at her collar. Stumbling, she looked up to see Dina and Alice already making their way towards an unoccupied spot in the Pet section, and if for no other reason than to ease the pressure on her neck, she followed.

Alice pulled out a barstool, and with a quick hug and a whispered command, set Dina on the ground to her right. "You can have the left side, Fe. Sit!" Felicity stared at her, disbelief evident on her face. "Sit, please. Look, no one else is causing a fuss. Be a good girl." Maybe it was unconscious on her part, but Alice gestured to the bed with a motion that caused the device on her wrist to flash evilly under the low light, and even the barest hint at the threat of correction had Fe down on the bed before she could really properly begin arguing. Dina shrugged, trying to appear apologetic instead of deeply comfortable sprawled out on the soft bed.