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A New Home, pt. 3: Home Training Session

In which Michelle is gross and Sweetie tries too hard.

Taglist: @haro-whumps @albino-whumpee @broken-horn @whumpsblog @eatyourdamnpears

Warnings for institutionalized slavery, mentions of past drugging, implied animal cruelty, thoughts of self-harm, dehumanization, victim blaming, dubcon (I’m a mega virgin nerd and probably asexual so nothing goes into detail), gaslighting, and just overall abuse.

Sweetie adjusted her headband, a smile spreading across her face, and the mirror smiled back. Cat ears for the house pet.

Real cats were better though. The velvety ears, tne vibrating purring, how they'll rub against your lets for attention, the sound of little Tea's loud, squeaky meows.

Wait, Tea?

A black cat screaming until Sweetie pet her. Big green eyes too bog for her face. Tea.

Sweetie groaned, clutchinf her hrad

The memory drugs were still stabbing into her brain.

Mister Trey was a great owner and she had been a bad bad bad pet and betrayed him. That was all she beeded to remember. Not him grunting on top of her. Ow. Not the parasite. Ow!

But what dod he do to Tea?

She bent over with her arms folded on the vamity and her throbbing head in her arms. Stop rembering, stop remembering.

"Are you feeding that stupid cat?"

"I'm so sorry, Mister Trey."

"Mister Trey, have you seen the cat?"

She whimpered, and the door opened.

"Why're you doubled over like that?" Michelle asked, and Sweetie quickly stood upright and faced her owner. "Aw, aren't you cute with your cat ears and hoops? How are your real ears feeling?"

"A little sore," Sweetie said honestly. Her earlobes were still red around the big hoopw.

"Yeah, they will be. Make sure you keep using that cleaning stuff." Michelle tilted her head, grinning. "I wanted to talk about Healther's party, but that can wait. You okay, Sweets? You look like ypu need a hug."

Sweetie noddes wagerly. Michelle opened her arms wide and they met in the middle. Sweetie held her owner tight, resting her head on Michelle's. When Michelle's small gands slid down her back to rest on her butt, Sweetie didn't protest

The Handlers frequently touched her backside and breasts but never went further.

"The prospective wants a virgin."

"She doesn't need that Romantic training anymore. Ha."

"You like it here, right?" Michelle asked. Her hands squeezed.

"Of course I do, Miss Michelle! You're so kind to me," Sweetie said cheerfully. She didn't just like it; she loved it!

Did she really?

She winced as pain shpt through her brain and accidentally squeezed her owner.

"Whoa! Someone's excited." Michelle started laughing before Sweetie could start apologizing. "Yeah, I give you a good life. Though the bar's probably low. It must have been shit for you to want to be a pet, huh?"

Sweetie wrinkled her nose for only a second before smoothing out her expression. "I don't remember..."

"Probably for the best, huh? Better off without all that baggage."

"I'm grateful."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's sit." Michelle was already pushing Sweetie back onto the air mattress. She fell down further than she expected, the mattress sinking. She'd tried to blow it up herself bit it always left her lungs aching.

Michelle sat down too, but not beside her; she was practically on Sweetie's lap. "Did your old owner ever fuck you?"

Grunting like a pig. Making Sweetoe sleep on the side of the bed that was soaked in fluids. Pain struck like a white-hot fire poker piercing through her temple, but she didn't let it show on her face.

"Sometimes," she murmured.

"He was a guy, right?" Michelle checked. Sweetie nodded. "Ever ner. With a girl?"

"I've been with you for more nearly two weeks," Sweetie said, and Michelle rolled her eyes."

"Have you been with a girl sexually?"

"I don't think so." A pause. "No, I definitely never was."

"Well, today's a day for new experiences." Michelle plucked the cat ear headband off and tossed it to the floor. Sweetie sure hoped they weren't broken. She couldn't ask for another one!

Michelle pushed her onto her back. Well, it was more a combined effort. Sweetie was the stronger of the two but she lay back and let Michelle have this.

"I'm not a Romantic," Sweetie murmured.

"So? You're a pet. Pets do what their owners say. Whatever they say." Michelle barked out a laugh that nearly made Sweetie jump. "It's not cheating if it's just a boxie, right?"

Sweetie's bra was unclipped as soft lips pressed against hers. Michelle's lip balm smelled of strong chemicals up close, and then she pulled away. Her lips tickled Sweetie's neck.

"The taste of her cherry chapstick," Michelle sang. Sweetie didn't taste cherries. "You're not just gonn lay there, right? You got a problem?"

"Of course not, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said, that fake genuine smile carving into her face.

"Good. It's not like either of us will get pregnant, so what's the big deal?"

"My job is to please you, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said robotically. She wasn't looking at her owner.

She was looking at herself in a bathroom mirror, frizzy hair reaching past her hips. Her pale stomach was visible through her sheer nightgown. Was it even larger than yesterday?

Whenever she cut produce or meat on a cutting board, the knife enticed her. She wanted to plunge it right into her bulbous stomach.

"Come on then. Put sone effort in," Michelle growled. She suddenly gave one of Michelle's earrings a hard tug, and Sweetie grit her teeth to keep from crying out. "Please me."

"I don't know how..." A pet that didn't know how to please its master? A pet that didn't know how to please its master! Failure! Failure! It was hard to hide the tears welling in her eyes when Michelle was looking so deeply into them. "I was only trained to pleasure men."

To her surprise, Michelle giggled. She twisted her fingers in Sweetie's wild hair. "Looks like it's time for another training session."

Sweetie paled. Was she being sent back for more training? "At the facility?"

"No, Sweets. Right here, right now."

"You're my handler?"

Michelle snorted. "Yeah. Handler George of the Domestic division reporting for duty."

"Hello, Handler George," Sweetie murmured.

Was this pretend? The real handlers tried to make her stop playing pretend but her imagination was one thing they couldn't take from her. It fed into the false memories the WRU warned of, making Sweetie see merciful Mister Trey as a villain and remember black cats and parasites that never were.

But what if Michelle got really into this pretend game? Sweetie knew she hadn't thrown out the shock collar and muzzle that came in her crate, though nowadaus all they did was collect dust in the closet. Taunting Sweetie as she awaited their use.

Michelle saw the fear in Sweetie's eyes, and rolled her own. The pet was too dumb fpr roleplay.

'No punishments or anything crazy. I'll just talk you through each step," Michelle explained.

"Even if I mess up?" Sweetie's voice trailed off toward the end.

What in the world was sje saying? A pet preparing to fail? Failure! Failure! Garbage pet!

She didn't deserve to be called Sweetoe. She didn't even severve her former name. What a piece of trash like her deserved was to be a number again. Stupid, ugly 183736.

"Yeah, sure. I doubt you'll be any less satisfying than my fucking boyfriend," Michelle scoffed. "All mem care about is if they finish, you know?"

Sweetie nodded even though she didn't know.

"I'll make sure you satisfy me." Michelle grinned, baring her teeth like an animal about to pounce. "Okay, first things first: it's sexier if you take off your partner's clothes."

"Sexier if you take off your partner's clothes," Sweetie repeated.

"So get started."

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