Pet Teachers Ch 05 Clucking Cunt

Disclaimers:

• This mind-control story contains various foot-fetish, non-foot-fetish, and sci-fi scenes and concepts.

• This is the fifth story in the "Pet Teachers" series.

Pet Teachers 5: Clucking Cunt

by JFGargiulo

I deserve this. Living in a drafty coop instead of a warm house with Mistress, Elaine, and the other pets.

I'm a coward.

I—my stomach gurgles, and I feel small stones travel through my gut.

But they aren't stones.

Kneeling in my straw bed, my tight, naked ass resting on my bare heels, I get up on my toes and squat. I flap my wings, which—I think, I'm not quite sure anymore—used to be arms.

You know, like the kind people have, only folded at the ... elbows? I think that's the word.

Anyway, I jut my head, pecking at the air and clucking nonstop.

My work of feeding the household never ends, but I do it for the glory of Mistress Melanie. She Transformed me into my True Self!

My stomach is louder this time, and I spread my legs wide open and arch my back. With a series of mighty caws, ten pure-white, ovoid eggs pop out of my lady-hole.

I catch my breath, waiting for the next set to exit my thin body. Sweat beads on my forehead as I lean over and spread my tight butt cheeks. Again, I loudly caw as I shit out five brown eggs.

My eyes well up with tears. I provided for my family, as a good girl should!

Maybe I can do it ... maybe I'm not a loser after all—

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a chicken in more ways than one.

I screech.

Vicky. It's all that fucking bitch's fault. She hates me for being gay. And I thought we were friends ...

Even worse, she hates Mistress! Well, not after her bimbo Transformation, but still ...

It's a good thing I had the foresight to believe in Mistress before anyone else ...

•

"Maybe we should give it another day."

I said that. I stood with my girls—Mildred, Susan, Donna, and Vicky—trying to figure out if we should leave The Transformation Retreat or give Melanie another shot.

After all, we were all naked and wearing pigtails ...

Vicky rolled her eyes and acquiesced.

We all went to our bedrooms. I didn't fall asleep quickly. I kept thinking of what just happened. I didn't want to make Vicky mad. I ... I loved her. She's the strongest person I know.

I wiped tears from my eyes. If only I was strong enough to tell her ...

I stuck my finger in my mouth, pretending it was Vicky's. I closed my eyes and stroked my clit ... The more excited I got, the more I tried stuffing my whole hand into my mouth. Being unable to breathe made it quicker for me to cum.

Once I was spent, I splayed out on my bed. I licked myself clean all the while I heard my bitch of a mother's voice in the back of my head, ordering me about proper lady behavior.

She would not approve of her dyke daughter.

But I do.

And I hope Vicky does ...

Finally, I got to sleep. I only woke up once, when the relaxation music Melanie told us would play started. It was weird trying to relax with it playing, but ... something about it felt right ... as if a silent voice was telling me to just relax, give in ... and obey ...

The next morning, I met the girls, Melanie, and Elaine in the rec room. We discussed how we slept. I said that I enjoyed the music. Vicky didn't.

At breakfast, I had cereal and listened to everyone talk about what they've been up to since we last saw Melanie ...

I'm thinking of applying to a principal position in another school, even though I love teaching English and being where I am now,

I thought.

I also love Vicky and want to worship her as a go—

"Molly?" Melanie asked. "Anything going on with you?"

I breathed. "Not really."

We took a break and walked around the grounds or meditated with Elaine while Melanie met with us individually.

When it was my turn, I entered a dimly lit room ...

•

The coop is dimly lit till the door opens, the creaking hinge waking me up.

"Like, Molly!" Vicky cries. "Ohmygod, yuh know? What? Shah!"

She scampers up to me, holding a basket and twirling a finger in a pigtail.

"Mistress, like, wants me to, like, collect eggs, which is, yuh know, so totally trippendicular to, like, the max."

She immediately sticks out her hand to get under me. I screech and peck at her. Fucking bimbo bitch!

"Ew, like, Molly, what?" she asks, recoiling. "So totally grody, like, yuh-huh! Behave yuhself! Fer shur!"

I lift my body, and the nasty cunt carefully takes my hard work away from me. She doesn't look me in the eye.

"There, like, all done? B.T.Dubs, Mistress 'n' Elaine, like, want me 'n', like, all, like, the Pets? Fur a special meeting. What? Like, yuh know, right now? O. M. G.! Zlint to the max!"

She leaves the coop but waits for me by the door. I hop off my perch and strut after her, my bare toes scratching the ground.

Inside Mistress's domicile, the Pet Teachers are arranged in front of Mistress in a semicircle: Susan the Cat, Donna the Monkey, Mildred the Dog, and now me, Molly the Chicken. On the sofa, Elaine sits next to Melanie and Vicky sits on her other side, her basket in her lap.

I stare at Mistress. Her hair is frazzled, and there are bags under her eyes. She rocks back and forth in her seat.

"We are all assembled, O Holy Goddess," Elaine says. "What Teachings do you have for us today?"

Melanie cracks a smile and laughs. "Dehumanization!" She cackles. "My techniques shall be made foolproof! No one shall ever break free of their Conditioning again!"

My eyes well up.

Goddess bless herself

, I think.

"We shall experiment and outfit our pets so that they will know that they are animals! They are my property! I own them, and they give me pleasure!"

All of us Pets make noise to agree with our Owner. Elaine and Vicky sway side to side, roll their eyes and crane their heads back, then jut their tongues in and out as they make breathy sex sounds.

"Silence!" Melanie screeches.

We obey.

"Tomorrow, Elaine and I shall begin Reconstructing you all."

"Like, whut about me, like, Mistress?"

Melanie smiles and strokes Vicky's face ... before scratching a line on her forehead.

"I have a special procedure planned for you, my stupid little shit. But the Pets come first. Now, back to your routines!"

We obey. I strut out of the house and back into the coop, closing the door behind me with my mouth.

•

I closed the door after me. Melanie's office was sparsely furnished.

"Welcome," she said, motioning to the couch before her.

I sat opposite her.

"How are you enjoying your stay?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Good. Tell me about yourself, please."

"Well ..."

"Why are you afraid?"

I turned away from her. "What makes you say that?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to help you."

"I know ..." I blinked back tears ... then broke down. I buried my face in my hands.

I heard Melanie get up and sit next to me. She hugged me; I hugged back. She stroked my hair; I stroked hers back. She kissed me.

I kissed back.

With our lips locked, our tongues thrusted, parried, intermingled ...

I curled up in her arms and sucked her titty. So much better than my mother's milk—at least Melanie loved me!

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were gay?" she asked.

"I was afraid. Afraid that they'd hate me."

"I think the girls would accept you. Even Vicky."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she doesn't think too highly of me or The Transformation Retreat, so perhaps she'd be unwilling to accept your sexuality."

"But I ..."

"Yes?"

I swallowed. "I love her."

"Oh?"

Melanie positioned me like a baby needing to be burped. She patted my back.

"I've always had a thing for her. She's so strong and confident—not like me."

"She's also stubborn and narrow-minded—not like you."

I belched. "Excuse me."

"Good girl!" Melanie said, patting my head.

I giggled and buried my face in the crook of her neck.

"You're such a sweet thing, aren't you, Molly?"

I sighed. "Yeah ... I wish I wasn't always afraid."

"I can help with that."

"How?"

Melanie drew a straight line on the floor with chalk. She had me get on my stomach and stare at it.

"All you see is the line," she intoned. "All you hear is my voice. Whenever you see me draw a line, you will immediately feel relaxed, calm, open to my suggestions. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl! Now, relax your body. You can't move it unless I say so ..."

She continued saying soothing things to me ...

"You need release. Open your mind to your fears, let them wash over you ... let them take control—and when you can't take it anymore, cluck like a chicken ..."

I obeyed, thinking of Vicky, my mother, my job search ...

I felt something well up within me, something strong ... I desired to ...

"Ba-caw," I said.

I stood up and strutted around the room, clucking and flapping my arms as if they were wings.

"Let it out!" Melanie encouraged. "Manifest your cowardice by becoming a chicken because that it what you are! Only when you've overcome your fears will you stop being a chicken!"

No wonder, then, that I kept it up even when my body was getting tired. Melanie must've seen that, though, because she drew a line on the floor.

I immediately stopped and lied on my stomach on the floor in front of it.

"Very good, my obedient Pet," Melanie cooed.

Obedient pet ... Yes ... If that's what it takes to be cured ... then I'll obey her ...

•

Obedience is freedom, freedom is slavery, slavery is obedience.

That's the Second Mantra that Mistress has taught us, and I agree. Our Dehumanizing will start soon—Susan and Mildred will be the first subjects, then Donna, then me, and then fucking Vicky.

Obedience is freedom, freedom is slavery, slavery is obedience.

I repeat the Second Mantra in my head as I roam the small, fenced-in yard. I kick the dirt with my bare feet. Vicky spreads feed on the ground.

"Here, chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-like?-chick-chick-chick-chick!" she says. "Fer shur! Eat your totes adorbs widdle ... circles, Mully! So tre ..."

Getting on my knees, I flap my ar—

ow

! A sharp pain sears through my brain. Stupid me! Wings—they're

wings

... I can't wait to be Dehumanized ...

Bending down, I peck at the ground, eating the seeds and pellets. My mouth is also full of dirt, so I strut over to a barrel of water and wash it out and drink.

"Like, ew!" Vicky says, crinkling her nose. "So, grody 'n' un-trippendicular!"

I caw loudly, running up to her, flapping my wings, and jutting my head back and forth.

Vicky tries running away, but trips over her bare feet and falls down on the grass. "Yer, like, a bitch, shuh! Yuh-huh!"

I run over to her. I climb on top of her and start pecking her with my nose. Vicky cries out for help, but none comes.

Good! That's what she gets for hating me for being a lesbian! A good thing I realized that Mistress is my one true love.

And to think that I loved Vicky!

•

I planned on telling Vicky that I loved her. We were exploring the grounds of the Transformation Retreat, and Vicky was alone. Good.

I walked up to her. "Hey."

She turned to me and looked me over. She brushed some strands of hair from the side of her face and cocked her head. "Hey yourself."

I blushed. "You're in a good mood."

"Yeah ... I guess. I don't like it here, and yet I feel so ..."

"Open? In tune with yourself?"

"Yeah. With my femininity."

We looked at each other ... then straight ahead. We walked into the nearby woods.

"I still don't trust Melanie."

"What happened between you two?"

Vicky was silent. She wiped her eyes and said, "Something bad—I don't want to talk about it."

I took her hand in mine. "You can tell me anything. I can keep a secret."

"Thanks, Mol, but ... No, this is my battle."

"Okay. ... Can I tell you something?"

"A secret?"

"More like a truth."

She frowned. "Meaning ...?"

I swallowed. "I'm gay."

She stopped and looked at me. I stood demurely, unable to look at her. Still, I felt her eyes boring into me. I slowly looked up ... and they were hungry. She bit her lower lip and exhaled.

"I never knew. Why didn't you say anything before?"

"It's ..." I bawled, burying my face in my hands.

Vicky wrapped her arms around me, and we sank to the forest floor. She stroked my hair and back, shushing me till I was spent. She wiped my nose and eyes.

"I love you, Vicky," I said, forcing myself to look into her eyes.

"Same, Mol—"

"No! I mean, I

love

you. I want to be with you! I've always been attracted to you—you're so strong and beautiful, smart and level-headed. And brave. Not like me."

She kissed my forehead. "Coming out to me was very brave. You need to tell the others. They'll understand."

"I'm sure they would, but ... Oh, I know you're straight! You can't love me like I want."

Then something weird happened. She kept staring at me, but her eyes got glassy. One eye twitched, and her body relaxed.

I frowned. "Vicky—"

She placed a finger on my lips. I kissed and sucked it.

"That's a good girl," she cooed, before gently sliding each of her fingers into my mouth to suck.

Our foreheads touched, as if attracted like magnets. We rubbed them, and I swear I felt a connection with her!

In unison, we chanted, "I slave for my Mistress every day. I love her bare feet in every way."

We immediately snapped out of it and shook our heads.

"What just happened?" Vicky asked.

"I don't know," I said. "But ... I want your foot in my mouth."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It just feels ... right."

To my shock, Vicky got on all fours and kissed the tops of my feet. I lied back on the forest floor, letting myself become one with nature ... as a goddess would ...

She licked my soles and between my toes, which tickled so much that the forest echoed with my cackling laugh. I sat up and motioned for her to give me her feet, and she complied like a good girl.

We spent the afternoon worshipping each other, slobbering and nibbling our feet.

Vicky stuck her small toes in my lady hole while rubbing my clit with her big toe. I moaned, pinching my nipples as I bit her arch. I rubbed my bare soles all over her face, and she melted into the forest trail. I smacked her face with my soles, the wet echo crisply engulfing the forest and our ears.

"You like that?" I asked my prey. "Vicky like that?"

"Vicky love that ..." she said, heaving. "So long ... so long since Vicky have fun time ..."

"Me always be here play with you." I pressed my feet down on her face.

She took it, her arms flailing. I released her, and she gasped for breath as she sat up.

We embraced each other, our lips locking and tongues dancing.

When we finished having fun, we rested on the forest floor, looking up at the sky through the leaves and branches. Rays of light warmed our bodies as Vicky held me in her arms and I ever so gently rubbed her nipple.

I sniffed. "I've been waiting to do that for so long."

"With me or in general?"

"Both."

The breeze rustled the leaves above us, their swaying like swinging pocket watches ...

We were so silent we must have fallen under their spell ...

My hand steadily found its way down to Vicky's vagina ... but I went past it to tickle her taint and fingerbang her butthole. I ran my fingertip along the wrinkled, outer edge of her poo hole, making sure to savor the touch and how it puckered.

"Oh ... anal ..." Vicky breathed. "I've never had anyone ... enter me ... like this ..."

"First time for everything." I spat on her neck and licked my saliva off.

Vicky shuddered.

"You okay?" I asked, before pressing my cheek to her arm to feel her goosebumps.

"Yeah ... I think ..." She swallowed and frowned.

"Something wrong?"

"Yeah ... no ... maybe? I don't know." She squirmed away from me and sat up. "I feel weird."

"Mm ... I don't."

"I wanted ... I wanted to try something, do, be something different ... including anal—ow!" She grasped her head tightly.

I put my arms around her. "What's wrong?"

"My ... my husband! My son! I lost them!" She sobbed. "And all because of ... Me—" Her head cocked and she fell back to the ground in pain. All I could do was stare at her contorted face till it relaxed and became blank. "I slave for my Mistress every day ... I love—no! It's wrong—all wrong!"

"What is?"

She stood. "This whole Retreat! Melanie's doing something to us!"

I got to my feet. "Yeah, she's letting us all get in touch with ourselves!"

"No! She's a fucking manipulator!"

I slapped her. "Take that back! How dare you! Because of her I had the courage to come out and profess my love for you! We

made

love! Doesn't that mean anything!"

Vicky held my shoulders. "I do love you, Mol, but not like that. What we just did ... yeah, it ... it did feel good ... but ... it's not really me ..."

"How can you say that?" I asked with a choked voice.

"Molly, please listen! You can trust me!"

I pushed her aside. "No! You just used me and hate me and Melanie! I hate you, Vicky!" I pushed her again before running toward the Retreat.

I heard that mean old cunt chase after me, but I just ran faster till I got inside. I ran straight for Melanie's office and burst inside, slamming the door behind me.

She and Elaine looked at me with surprise and confusion. I collapsed to the floor. They comforted me, and I told them everything that just happened.

Melanie held me tight to her naked breast and stroked my hair. "There, there. I'm proud of you for not being a chicken, but I warned you that Vicky was a cold-hearted bitch."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I disobeyed you!"

"And you should've done more to hurt her than just push her."

"I didn't ... I couldn't ..."

"Were you afraid of what she'd do in return?" Elaine asked.

"Yeah."

I knew the drill. I acted like a chicken because I was one and did so without being told to. Strutting and flapping in front of a mirror, I thought I looked so stupid. I almost stopped till I noticed Melanie and Elaine getting off.

That, strangely enough, gave me confidence. I put more effort into what I was and what I was doing till my mentors came and fed each other their squirt.

I strutted over to them, pretended to lay an egg, and pecked their clits, holes, and fingers.

"Good chickee!" Elaine said. "Mistress, I think we have our next convert."