Was this a bad idea?
Your heart races, you just snuck into a handlers quarters, all for your weekly ritual. You aren't fully sure why you started doing it either. But you keep leaving notes on her pillow, like clockwork once a week. You take the time to learn when she is out on sortie with her hound, It sometimes looks at you and you feel like she knows. The hounds optics seem to follow you at times.
But you haven't been reprimanded yet so maybe the handler wants it to be a game? Maybe she found it amusing or harmless. You are taking a risk now though. You started to garner attention thanks to your recent mech aptitude test. For some reason coming out disorientated was uncommon and your records must have been so poor because the machine was smoking when you left.
Still though, if this was to be your last time you wanted a Letter this time. What you didn't expect this time however. Is that she left a very well written letter and a package. Picking up the letter. Neat and orderly pink script on it read as follows.
Well done for a recruit, you have managed to keep sneaking into my room, it was very cute~ by the time you finish this letter i should be almost back. I saw your results in the mech aptitude tests and i WANT you, you will make such a nice Packmate for K945, And we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Try to run and we will grab you kicking and screaming... or you can put on whats in the package, sit pretty for me, and get rewarded. The choice is yours.
Your eyes keep drifting to the package and back to the letter, adrenaline pumping through your body as your mouth goes dry, 'you were going to become a hound? Lose all rights? Become a weapon of war?' as these thoughts go through your mind you look at the cage at the end of the bed, it had a strange smell inside it.
Before you could focus too hard on it however, at some-point your body had opened the package. inside was a simple black expensive looking collar, a stuffed bunny, and... estrogen? Your legs give out as you grab the bunny, hugging it tight the same smell of the cage permeated it. soft citrus with what was possibly smoke and a hint of lavender. smells that shouldn't go together but instantly calm you.
You could run but whats the point? To have to be hunted down? hurt? Your vision blurs as you hug the bunny closer, you were so so soooooo scared, what was going to happen? were you going to be hurt anyways? were yo-
The touch of a hand on your head brings you out of your spiral, it was soft and delicate as the handler softly shhhh's you and the hound on all fours crawls over to you and hugs you. The feelings grounding as Handler's head moves back to gently rub circles on your back.
"Thats it... just relax okay? I didn't expect you to be this scared my newest pet. But thats okay, its just the bits of humanity that is still inside. One day we will be able to just remove it and you will look back at today as one of the best things to happen to you~"
When she spoke, her voice was gentle, soft, but commanding, like a Goddess or Mother talking to their worshiper or child. Her other hand grabs the collar and tuts.
"You didn't put your collar on? when i told you too~ you better have a good reason for it Sweetie~"
The Goddess had a smile on her face, but you could tell it didn't reach her eyes. without thinking your body responds.
"I wanted Handler to put it on me..."
And its like something changes in her eyes, she becomes softer as she gently scratches behind your ears, bliss radiating from where she touches as you find yourself melting into it. Her hands putting the collar on as she has you blissed out. Something about all this seems strange until you see her putting down an empty syringe. Oh....she drugged you....
it was this point your sight of both of them seemed to change. Handler seemed to become taller, her long red hair positively glowing as her freckles and green eyes seem to sparkle.
Your packmate lets out a soft whine as she wants to also be pet, you don't know how you know this though.... before K945 pins you down at some hand sign from Handler, but its not a bad pin, shes not growling, she seems excited for some reason. Her dark blue eyes staring into yours as she looks at you like she wants to kiss you? her short bob cut made her pretty, but you thought hounds were lesbians?
Her lips are soft as they touch yours and your thoughts scatter, the drugs in your system make it feel as if it was a gift from above, the pleasure turning your vision white as the drugs do their work.
"Good girls~ getting along sooo well. I can't wait to have my fun with training you properly~"
(To be continued)
