Disclaimers:
• This mind-control story contains various foot-fetish and non-foot-fetish scenes and concepts.
• This is the second story in the "Pet Teachers" series.
Pet Teachers 2: Purring Pussy
by J. F. Gargiulo
I'm on my third life.
My first ended some time ago. All I remember is that it hurt because someone hurt me. My second, better life began when I entered the care of Melanie, my mistress, and my current life began when she Transformed me into my true self.
Third time really is the charm, and in case anything happens, I have six more in reserve. I truly am the luckiest pet in the world ...
It's been some time since we left The Transformation Retreat. I can't remember—it's hard keeping track of time the way humans do ...
Yes, for the record, I am a cat. I may look like a plump human woman with her curly brown hair in pigtails, hairy legs, fat tits, and a brand mark on her head—but I assure you, I
am
a cat.
How do I know this? Why do I believe this?
Simple: Mistress Melanie made me see the Truth about myself and helped me cope with it.
And please don't try to change my mind—Mistress already has, and I'm quite content being her property forever.
Now, where was I? ... Oh, yes, we left the retreat and now live in a motor home. We've been on the road for a while, and while it's a cramped existence, I'm with my family, and that's all that matters.
Speaking of which, they're now all out in a field, where we've parked for the night. Mistress's other pets are relieving themselves, while Mistress and her slaves watch over them.
I am looking out at them from a window inside our home. As I said, I am a cat, and I am in my natural habitat. This is normality.
•
Susan didn't think
that
this was normal. How could she? She just ate dinner with her friends.
Naked.
Who does that?
And they had a chance at leaving, but
decided to give
Melanie and her retreat one more day ... Why? "I'm not feeling walking around naked." She admitted her feelings to her friends! So ... why stay?
She
lied on her bed on her side, staring at the
empty
space next to her.
She
sighed and rolled onto her back. She knew why she wanted to stay ...
She
stroked her clit ... Her body shook and convulsed. Susan opened her mouth, but no words came out as her eyes rolled back and chest heaved.
She cummed. It felt so good to cum ... but if only she had someone to do it with ... She blinked back tears. She knew that her husband
was gone
, but still ...
Wasn't there anyone who could take the pain away ... forever?
•
I'd gladly stay in this vehicle forever if it meant living with Mistress, the slaves, and the pets.
Still, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stretch my own legs ...
I piss in my litter box and then crawl down the stairs and onto the grassy field. It's twilight, and every blade of grass in front of me is as distinct at the next. Everything on the other side of the field, however, looks blurry ... and sad.
Well, metaphorically. Ever since I was Transformed, my eyesight has changed. The blue sky is steadily darkening and the grass is green, but there's a smattering of gray and yellow everywhere. I can see in the sky where the sun's setting, and there should be red there ... but I can't remember what that looks like.
I miss seeing that color, but if this is how Mistress wants me to see the world, then I can't be too sad about it. I must accept it.
I roam a few feet away from the motor home, away from the others. I need to be alone. I've come to love this time of the day when the sun sets and the stars come out. My eyes don't hurt as much. I smile: It's almost as if I'm supposed to be a creature of the night ...
I stop, resting on my haunches. I lick the back of my paw. Before I was Transformed, I used to call my front paws
hands
and my hind paws
feet
. But now I know better, thanks to Mistress. She showed me the error of my ways and made me feel better about myself. She loves me so much, and I love her just as much.
I gaze up: The stars are out. Tilting my head back, I sing an ode to Mistress, without whom I am nothing. But, of course, I no longer speak as she does.
I caterwaul—mewling, meowing, hissing, and screeching a cadence of love. When I'm finished, I lick my paw, wash my face, and head back to my family.
My fat butt-cheeks sway as I crawl. I wish I had a tail like a c—
I stop. Wait, that ... that doesn't make any sense. I don't need a tail to be a cat ... do I? I speak like one, I go on all fours—if I had a tail, would it be up my asshole? How could I shit, then?
I pant heavily—this is very confusing ... I
am
a cat—I have to be one! Mistress said so ...
I breathe heavily ... I wish I could tell her—
"Kitty-cat! Like, kitty-cat!"
I shake my head. Ugh—the bimbo. I freeze and scan the area. Though it's black as pitch, I clearly see someone scamper my way. Vicky kneels in front of me and I sit, looking away from her. She strokes my hair.
"I, like, yuh know, wuv you sooooo much! ... What? Yer sooooo pwetty!"
She's naked except for the braids that give her pigtails, and she smiles ear to ear. Vicky hugs me tightly and plays with my pigtails, and I wish to bite her or claw her eyes out, but ... but I just can't ... Mistress told me to love this idiot and obey her, but there's something else that holds me back ... I can't quite explain it ...
All I know is that I must love and obey Mistress ... And I do, honestly. She gave me my life back, after all. Not in the way I ever expected, but still ...
Vicky gasps. "O. M. G. Does kitty wanna, like, yuh know, have some milk? Wouldn't it be, like, zlint 'n' stuff fer kit t' suck on m' tit?"
We stare into each other's eyes. Mine are unimpressed; hers are blank. Then they widen in realization. Then she frowns. Then they widen again.
"That, like ... totally rhymed! Zlint!"
Ugh.
She lies on her back and rubs her nipples. My mouth waters—I have to admit, I am hungry. I get on top of her, and ... notice that we are in a patch of dirt ... Ah! I'll use it to spell out on her milky body that I want a tail!
Scooping some dirt up with my paw, I throw it down on her stomach and spell out
tail
.
Or at least, I try to. The more I try to, the more I end up kneading this idiot's tits. I feel my mind become cloudy ... Yes,
this is
what I'm supposed to do, how I'm supposed to behave, not ... whatever I was just trying to do ...
"Meow." I am a cat, now and forever. How foolish of me to believe otherwise ...
Vicky's milk seeps out of her erect nipples, drop by drop. I bend down and feed, closing my eyes and lapping her natural juice, which soothes my throat ...
After I have my fill, I sit back up on my haunches. Why does she have dirt—
"Kitty-cat! You, like, have no manners! I'm dirty and there's milk all over yer mouth! Grody! So grody to the max!"
She licks my lips clean, and as much as I hate her, we tongue. It's such a good feeling, second only to when I tongue Mistress. I've pissed on Mistress because no one else can have her. I have the urge to piss on this idiot ... but I can't.
She might never leave my side, and I can't have that.
But then our urges get the better of us. Vicky wraps her arms around my thick body, and I awkwardly position my arms around her neck. She rubs my back and I pat hers. I meow from deep in my throat, but I'm not angry or being defensive. Vicky coos and starts breathing heavily, licking and kissing my neck.
"Oh, kitty, yer, like, yuh know, so pwetty ... So pwetty ..."
She plants a big one on my cheek, then pushes her body against mine, forcing me onto my back. My hind legs kick wildly in the air as Vicky makes out with me. In return, I scratch her back with my claws.
"Ow, ow, kitty ... that ... that hurts so
good
..."
The bitch bites my neck and sucks my earlobe. She lifts her body to straddle me, squeezing my fat tits hard, the milk shooting out in strands as thin as cobwebs. She leans in to catch my natural goodness, but fails, instead hitting practically every inch of her face except her mouth.
Then she turns around and gives me cunnilingus as her tight ass smacks my face. Her tongue flicks a mile a minute, and my body trembles. I reach for her vagina with my tongue, and when I find it, I lap at it in long strokes. Her body shakes.
We cum at the same time, our faces wet with each other's juice. After we're spent, Vicky gets off of me, and we lie on the ground, staring up at the stars ...
"Vicky! Susan!" a voice calls out. "Inside, now!"
Vicky's eyes turn glassy, and I feel mine do the same.
"Like-we-hear-and-we-like-obey-Elaine!" she says, in monotone. "Fer-shur!"
"Me-ow," I purr, in monotone. "Me-ow."
Vicky stands up and walks toward the vehicle, her expression blank and arms outstretched in front of her. I follow. When we get there, Elaine is standing by the open door. Elaine, I like. She keeps to herself and is Mistress's slave. She pets and kisses me, and fucks me gently. She's not rough and energetic like Vicky.
Did I mention how much I hate her?
Vicky scampers in; I crawl in behind her. Once we're inside, Elaine turns the vehicle on and drives off. Vicky goes into the bathroom, where Mistress cleans her off, because the dumbass is completely helpless without Mistress.
I crawl into my nice, big plush bed on the cushioned bench seat, under a window. I look around my home. The evening is my favorite part of the day: quiet, peaceful, relaxing. I don't know why it ever wasn't—I mean, I'm a cat.
Granted, I've seen myself in a mirror and I physically look like Mistress Melanie, Elaine, and Vicky, but Mistress told me that I'm a cat and not a person, so, logically, I'm a cat.
The other pets are asleep; I have no real opinion of them. The only thing we have in common is that we love Mistress and obey her, for we are nothing without her love and comfort.
Molly is a chicken, and usually just clucks and pecks around for food outside and shits out eggs inside. She sleeps in her nest, which is on the floor right in front of me. Her legs are folded under her, and her featherless wings lay motionless at her sides. Her chin rests on her gently rising and falling flat breast. I should hate her the most, for she was the one who suggested that we stay one more day with Mistress ... But given my present situation, how can I hate her?
Donna the monkey, for the most part, stays inside keeping the place neat and tidy, walking on her feet and knuckles. She shits in her adult diaper, especially when she's excited, and always eats with her toes. She's curled up at the other end of the bench, sucking on a thumb and clutching her teddy bear.
Then there's Mildred. She's a dog. I don't like it when she chases me sometimes—she just wants to play, I think. At least, she's never been mean to me. When she's happy, she shakes her ass, and I can't help but wonder if she should have a tail, too. She loves her toys and belly rubs. Below Donna, Mildred's asleep on her side in her plush bed, which is in a metal cage.
Mistress and Vicky sleep in Mistress's bed.
Everything in the vehicle is crisp and clear, not like during my first two lives. I smile.
Thank you, Melanie, my owner
, I think.
I slave for my mistress every day. I love her bare feet in every way.
