A blonde girl was rubbing my chest, and I realized she was topless, I guess we were on a beach... it felt good to have her hands on me, watch her smile down at me, although I was just a bit uncomfortable with how much she was focusing on my nipples...

I sniffed the air, and realized she smelled a bit like master.

She grabbed me by the thighs, lifting them up, and was rubbing her cock between my legs, right against my pussy, but not entering it, and I realized I sort of wanted her to, while simultaneously being uncomfortable with the idea-- but no, it wasn't a girl, it was my master, and I was clenching up inside, and my eyes fluttered open and...

...yes, it was him, fucking Kelluvin, sort-of-fucking me in my sleep. I growled a little but it felt good and I hated that, and I put my hands underneath my head to pin them down so I wouldn't claw him this time.

He smiled down at me. "Good morning, my sleepy little kitten." He didn't pause in my simulated fucking of me for a moment, and I needed something deeper inside me but really didn't want it, and stared up at him, trembling slightly.

His thrusts between my legs became more energetic, and then he was spraying cum up all over me, mostly landing on my chest, with a bit landing on my belly, and then a bit more dribbling down from his cock onto my pussy.

His finger pressed against me, gently teasing against my entrance and making me moan, until he managed to squirm his finger inside of me, and it felt good and I was moaning. "Wait..." I didn't want to cum... but it wasn't really up to me, and rather than risk taking my hand out and clawing him, I just... let him finger me.

He slowly worked in a second finger and I felt filled and fuck it was hard to think and my moans were getting louder and yowlier and then my back was arching and I was cumming on his fingers.

I felt good and warm and a little out of it as I relaxed on the bed staring up at him, and he grinned down at me and I looked away. I couldn't control my physiological reactions, and I wasn't sure it would be a good idea to try, even if I could.

After a moment, I realized the sticky warmth on my chest would need to be cleaned up. "I need to..." Did they have showers here? "I need to bathe."

"Mmm, well, I wouldn't mind, in theory-- but we have a few errands to run together this morning, I don't have hours to wait for you to bathe, much less dry your coat."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why did you cum on my fur, then?"

He blinked. "I mean... did you want me to cum inside you? I thought you weren't ready for that, so I was being considerate." He smiled and petted my head. "If you're that desperate for me to fuck you all of the sudden, I can do it right now."

I hissed a little as I glared up at him. "No, I mean...." How the fuck to explain this?

He tapped my nose with his fingertip. "Really, if you had at least been a proper pet and woken up first and given me a nice morning blowjob, it wouldn't have been an issue either."

"I can't go out with cum all over my chest."

He stared at me like I was kinda dumb. "Then... lick it up?"

"There'll still be traces." Also how? Was I that flexible?

"No one's going to be that surprised that a cute little kitten like you is smelling like cum." He looked down to his own dribbling cock. "...But I probably shouldn't smell too much like it, come to think of it." He sat down on the bed, grabbed me by the back of the neck and the shoulder, making me relax, and maneuvered my mouth in front of his cock, casually expecting me to clean it... but what else could I do, exactly? I gently licked his shaft and sucked on his cockhead, and he shivered a little, smiled at me, and pulled me back off him, scritching behind my ear.

I just let him for a few moments, it felt nice and wasn't worth fighting him over, before he got up. "There's a bowl with some porridge on the floor for you. Clean yourself up a bit and eat it, I need to get ready for today."

I looked down to the bowl on the floor, and groomed myself as best I could, first with my fingers, then my new, flexible body letting me use my tongue more than I thought I would. It was humiliating to lick up his cum off my body, but it would be much more humiliating to run around outside with cum dried on my chest.

I then leaned down and picked the bowl of porridge up off the floor-- some sort of grain, it looked like, but plentiful chunks of meat too. I took a bite with the spoon that was in it... okay, it was kinda lukewarm, but actually pretty good? The grain was a little nutty, and there was an almost pepperish flavor that contrasted nicely with the rich and savory chunks of meat.

I guess he was going to feed me well, if nothing else. My pussy was still kinda wet, and I was all too aware of the cum I couldn't extract drying on my chest, which made me feel more naked than ever as I pulled the little white skirt he handed to me on-- a different one than yesterday, at least.

Yesterday, the fur and little skirt felt almost like clothing, if I ignored the collar, but right now it really didn't-- just a reminder that I was little more than a guy's sex toy right now. I was tearing up a little, of all things... maybe it was this new, more reactive body, or maybe this situation was just terrible enough to move even a stoic like me.

I blinked them back, though... I didn't want to cry in front of him again today, if I could help it.

Soon enough he was dressed in his actual clothes, and he clipped a leash onto my collar, smiled down at me. "Ready to greet the day?"

I bit back several rude answers, before settling on "Ready enough."

He smiled and lead me out of his house, and I followed alongside, watching him trace a few runes on the door, rings forming bands around it-- was that like locking the house?

I looked around and tried to pay attention to the city. Traditionally speaking in Earth societies, the largest buildings were usually the most important, so... "What's that tower over there for?"

He glanced up at the tower. "That's where the warding crystal is. Keeps the city safe."

"Safe from what?"

"You know, monsters, curses, the usual." He smiled down at me and petted my head a little. "Did where you live not have one?"

I shrugged in response, and he blinked, then laughed. "Mmm, right... amnesia. Well, at least try to remember not to talk too much, okay?"

I nodded.

We walked a little farther, and I heard another voice shout out, "Kelluvin!" Another elf, a bit shorter than him, if still significantly taller than me. A bit less pretty, too-- I better not be falling for Kelluvin, but I think he just objectively wasn't as good looking.

Kelluvin's face lit up. "Andraves! How're you doing?" The two approached, and touched foreheads, briefly closing their eyes as they did. Was that like a handshake or something?

I stared up at the two curiously, letting them interact without approaching further than the leash mandated. 

Neither paid attention to me at first, and they were talking about things I didn't understand, so I started looking back around, but then I noticed Andraves's eyes on me.

"Who's this little cutie? You watching someone's pet again?" Andraves was smiling down at me a little, but his words made it clear he still wasn't talking to me.

A slightly embarrassed smile spread across Kelluvin's face-- I didn't know he could look awkward. "I actually bought my own pet."

"Congratulations!" Andraves seemed genuinely psyched for it. He walked closer to me, and grabbed me by the hip, pressed me against him, and I could feel something hardening against my belly, getting bigger and bigger... scarily large. "I haven't gotten done with my morning routine yet, can I cuddle her?"

As Andraves asked that, he let go of my hip, and moved his hand over to... apparently release his cock, considering that I was now feeling something hard and warm without fabric in the way against my thigh-- apparently it was more of a formality of a question that he fully expected Kelluvin to agree to.

"No! Fuck off!" I scurried back, and Andraves blinked, quickly covering and putting away his cock and flushing slightly.

Kelluvin stepped between us, and laid a hand gently on Andraves' shoulder. "She's a feral I just picked up-- maybe next time? She got too excited once and clawed me, and I couldn't bear if she hurt you."

Andraves grinned and waved his hand. "I was on my way to a pethouse, don't worry about it." He tilted his head and looked past Kelluvin, down at me. "A talker, too. You always have interesting taste, Kel."

Kelluvin glanced back at me, staring at me for just a moment with cold eyes. "Since you're a talker... apologize to my friend, Alice."

I bit my lip, and lowered my head. "I'm sorry, sir." Was that the right thing to say?

Andraves winked at me. "No worries, cutie-- I'm sure after you've tasted my cock a few times, you'll beg for it every time I drop by. Speaking of, I should get to the pethouse, things have become more... urgent." He laughed, and walked off.

Kelluvin glared down at me. "I literally just told you not to talk, and you mouthed off to my friend?"

"...sorry, sir...."

I started to tear up, and seeing that, he sighed and pulled me close. "I know you're not ready, I wasn't going to let him do anything to you today."

Today. I did my best not to cry harder.

He petted my head gently. "Just try to behave for the rest of today, okay? As long as you do your best for me, I'll be patient with you."

I nodded and glanced up at him... he still seemed kinda upset, but not cold upset, not disdainful.

He pulled back from me and lead me along the street, and I saw one of those bug-train... things... skittering down along another street. Maybe I could try to refocus. "What's that?"

"Can you be quiet for two seconds, Alice?" Exasperation in his voice. He shook his head. "We'll work on that later. For now..." He touched my throat, and I could see the runes out of the corner of my eye, the rings contracting.

I yowled, and then tried to ask again, and made an inquisitive little "prrrt?" sort of sound. I couldn't talk at all... some sort of silence spell? Frustrating, but maybe I wouldn't fuck up again today if I couldn't talk.

"It's a spell to take away your words, Alice. So you don't have to worry about saying the wrong thing for today." As if he's trying to remain calm, but doing me a favor.

How unbelievably condescending... but I had no idea what his standards were, so I just nodded, tried to look grateful as I looked up at him.

All I had to do was stay quiet and stick close to him.

There were other things that I might have wondered at-- a small river lake made of a mother-of-pearl substance; some people on a sort of triangular patio jutting off of a building, singing to each other in what I couldn't tell if was some sort of play, an art form, or maybe some sort of mating display, or what; strange foods and strange smells and creatures I had never seen before in fantasy worlds... but it might as well have been a movie I was watching, because I couldn't get any useful information on any of it.

I was right by Kelluvian's side, but I might have well been wandering through the city alone... well, at least alone, I would've been able to engage the locals in conversation.

Frustrating.

He was sort of ignoring me too... was it that much of an upset that I had talked a little and hadn't been enthused about his friend fucking me?

He stopped in front of a store(?) with three interlocked gears, and attached my leash to a hook-- one hook along a line of hooks along the wall outside the building. "Stay here, understand?"

I nodded, and he smiled and patted my head before going inside. There was a little bench to sit on next to the wall, so I did, though it wasn't particularly comfortable. A human woman leading a dogboy on a leash hooked him on a hook not too far for me, and he looked at me with interest until I hissed at him, and his face fell and he looked away.

I wasn't sure what kind of interest that was, so I didn't want to encourage it, but I felt kind of like a jerk just ignoring him like that. He was probably just the same as me, enslaved and making the best of his situation.

We waited, not interacting, really, and eventually his woman came out and he wagged his tail and was all excited and happy, as far as I could tell, as his owner(?) smiled indulgently and petted him.

I couldn't tell if he was actually happy, or putting on an act... maybe a bit of both. Was that how I was expected to behave?

I waited what felt like an eternity.

Then another one.

The sun had shifted in the sky.

Finally, Kelluvian came back out with a bag slung over his shoulder, and unhooked me from the wall, and I tried not to glare at him as he lead me down the street on my leash.

Were we headed back home now? I wasn't sure, though, but I didn't think we were going the way we came.

I looked around quietly as I tried to get context on where you might be going.

"Are you curious where we're going?" I looked up at him and nodded, forced a smile onto my face. Had to keep friendly with this guy.

"We're going to get you fixed," he announced casually, and I froze as I realized the bit of cum he had fingered me with could have already gotten me pregnant... probably? How long did that take? He did put his dick in me, though, I was pretty sure there's a little semen even in precum...?

He moved closer and wrapped me in a hug, and I realized I was trembling. "Shhh... it's okay, Alice. I know fertility is important to you beast kin, and maybe I'll let you have a child someday... just not yet while we're still figuring things out, okay?" He scratched behind my ear gently, and I leaned against him and nodded a little, trying not to do anything that might talk him out of getting me "fixed". 

I couldn't meaningfully communicate with him, and I was trying not to panic.

With his arm around my shoulder, he guided me to a crystalline, semi-transparent-building, where I could see movement within, and we walked up to a person dressed in veils that concealed their identity and form outside.

"We're here to get her a tattoo." He tapped right above my little white skirt with his free hand, then pulled out a purse and handed it to the veiled one.

A tattoo, huh...? Well, sounded less scary than surgery.

The veiled one disappeared the purse into their sleeve, and inclined their head, vanishing inside the building, then came out in a little while, and beckoned.

Kelluvin guided me in after them, and in a little while we came into a room with a bed, and Kelluvin guided me towards it.

I sat down on it, but Kelluvin took my shoulder and pushed me down, and I tensed for a moment, then did my best to relax and let him move me how he wanted.

Apparently he just wanted me lying down there and had no intention to do anything.

Almost immediately, a young woman covered in tattoos walked in, and smiled at Kelluvin, hardly paying attention to me. "Hi, you must be Kelluvian-- this is the pet you wanted me to tattoo? Fertility?"

Kelluvin nodded, looking a bit disquieted... perhaps at her directness? "Kelluvin, actually. But yes."

"Oh, my deepest apologies," she said, sounding a bit apologetic on a customer service level. "I can add a Heat tattoo into that without any real effort-- is that something you want?"

Kelluvian looked away. "I suppose that would be fine."

The tattoo artist laughed, and leaned in and put her hand in my face.

I realized after a moment I was supposed to sniff it, and so did so. She petted my head cursorily and looked down at me. "This is going to hurt, be a good girl for me and your master."

Without further preamble, she pulled my skirt down and off me, making me tense, and then put her hand right above my pussy and I could feel a stab into my skin, and a tortured yowl emerged from my throat as my hands clutched at the side. I tried not to squirm, messing up a magic tattoo sounded potentially bad.

The tattoo artist stopped, and looked over to Kelluvin. "Poor girl, she's really not used to pain, huh?" Just mild sympathy, but not even directed at me. She had just been stabbing a needle practically above my pussy and it was my owner who the tattoo artist was interested in calming, not me.

"Well, yeah, she's a feral I just picked up. Do you have anything to help with that?"

"Sure, but it might put her a bit out of it... you should probably let her rest for the rest of today, she's not going to be very good at... well, anything, really."

Kelluvin smiled. "That's fine."

At least I got the nice drugs, it sounded like?

The tattoo artist took out a brush and drew something on my forehead, and I felt all my muscles relaxing. Okay, this was the nice stuff, probably.

And then the stabbing sensation started up again, and it was the exact fucking same sensation-- it hadn't changed, I just couldn't react because my muscles were all relaxed. I could only let out the softest little whines and whimpers, and let tears stream from my eyes, as she slowly and deliberately built my tattoo, pinprick by pinprick.

Kelluvin was more intent on watching the tattoo and occasionally conversing with her, but occasionally he'd give my head a little pat... I wished he'd do it more, the pleasure helped block out the pain a little, but I had no way of asking for it.

I just had to suffer and wait... surely this couldn't go on forever, right?

I tried to focus on the sights I had seen today, but the continual pricks of pain made it hard.

I tried to focus on the world I had come from, but that just made me cry more.

I had been blindsided by death and happy to just be alive... if only I had taken the goddess(?)'s advice rather than getting snippy, I could be an elf, an equal in society.

And then, just like now...

My inner reverie was interrupted as I felt hands stroking my shoulders, not even particularly lewdly, just Kelluvin trying to comfort me as one hand ran over my shoulder, and the other moved up to my head and scritched behind my ears.

I started to purr softly.

With him touching me, I at least didn't need the emotional pain to try to endure the physical pain... I'm not sure if that was a good strategy in the first place, but... I could actually relax my mind a little.

Each prick still hurt, but it was muted, dulled by his touch... probably because it was closer to the top of the spine.

He slid his hand down under my neck, taking gentle hold of the scruff of my neck and massaging it, and it became easier to focus on that and relax a little-- it wasn't like the pinpricks were gone, but they were muted with him rubbing my neck, and I felt a little bit safer, a bit more like he cared for me, which was better than just being a suffering object, at least.

Another prick of pain...

I could endure it.

His other hand wandered my upper body, stroking my breast, shoulder, cheek, and head, playing softly with my ears. It didn't even feel like he was doing it lewdly, particularly... just petting me to keep me from focusing on the sensation.

I really hoped the pricks would end soon.

But I could endure it.

***

Finally, she put away the needle.

After a little more petting, he let me go.

My attempts to redirect my attention from the torture ended... was it done?

She wiped whatever she had put on my head off with a wet cloth, and I could move again, and my body trembled.

"Hmm, tattoo isn't lighting up... I thought she was already in heat?" Kelluvin sounded a bit confused, but intellectually interested in what was going on.

"No, her species is just naturally sensitive... if you want to see her in heat..." The tattoo artist put her hand over where she had been stabbing me, and I tensed a little... then suddenly, need flowed into my body. I had never been this horny, and as she pressed her hand just a little against my pussy, my hips instinctively rose to meet it, pressing up against the sensation.

She was looking down at me with detached interest, a bit of a smile, but not one directed at me-- she was testing her work, and I worked, I guess.

The heat she had mentioned. I should have been paying more attention.

The sheer impersonality of it all made it feel worse, and my tears began to run harder despite my best efforts.

If she had displayed the slightest interest in me as a person, it probably wouldn't have been hard to not feel bad about her touching my pussy, at least she was a girl... but I was just an animal to her. Something to work on.

Kelluvin picked me up and pulled me into his lap, and I clung to him, desperate for comfort and touch and... he smelled good. Really really good. I let out a soft yowl and hid my head against his shoulder, but I was nuzzling him a little without even trying, my entire body soaked in need.

He gently turned me around to face away from him, and snapped his fingers, runes gathering into a ring he was holding, and I glanced down, and there was an image shimmering within the ring, a dark red womb tattoo glowing steadily through white fur on a calico cat's body, and below it, a wet and puffy pussy... no, that was a reflection, he was showing me what it looked like.

I whimpered softly and looked up at him.

The tattoo artist cleared her throat, and he laughed, gently pushing me out of his lap.

My body felt cold and alone as she handed me my skirt, and I pulled it up to cover what was between my legs that I didn't want to think about... it was bad enough having a pussy, why did I have to have one that was so overtaken with need?

He tugged gently on my collar, and I followed him outside.

He walked me down a couple streets, and it was torture not being pressed up against someone, but I did my best to endure it.

Finally, he glanced down at me and smiled. "Trying to be a good girl and not be needy even though you're in heat?"

I nodded up at him, my eyes slightly blurry from the tears... my body was already exhausted and overwhelmed, and now it was overwhelmed by the stimulation it wasn't receiving, too... I blinked back my tears.

"Awwwh... being so brave for me. Come here."

He opened up his arms, and thankfully I didn't have any choice but to dive in against him and cuddle up and sniff his chest... technically, I guess I could've resisted, but that'd do no good and I'd already been through so much today.

He picked me up, cradling me against his chest, and I pressed against him, inhaling his scent deeply, as he walked over, sat down on a bench with me in his lap, and started fingering me right in public, with my little skirt technically covering it up, but not enough to really hide what he was doing to me.

I whimpered and hid my face against him, trying not to think about the fact that anyone could see him fingering me if they cared to look... his other hand was massaging the back of my neck, and I relaxed against him, letting him fingerfuck my pussy...

I was too exhausted and horny to resist at all, and each time his fingers slid into me, another spike of intense pleasure overwhelmed my body as I moaned and yowled... I needed this so bad.

I wondered if he'd fuck me right now, and the idea of his cock inside me right now seemed very very good even if the fact that I sort of wanted it right now also disturbed me.

I could hear the wet sounds as his fingers slid in and out of me, and he was saying something, but it was hard to focus on the words, as he brought my pussy to orgasm, and then didn't stop, moving slowly but mercilessly until I quickly came again on his fingers.

He wiped his sticky hand against my fur right above my pussy, and for a moment I thought he had turned off the heat... but no, my body was just satisfied for the moment. I still needed to be held close and cuddled, though, and he did for a little while.

"There, that'll make it easier on you... you'll get used to this quickly...." I couldn't tell if he was taunting me or not in my hazy state, but when I looked up into his eyes, he looked gentle and maybe just a bit proud-- I was turning into the sort of person he wanted... maybe he'd just keep me in heat and tractable for the rest of my life.

I whimpered, but there was very little I could do about it, and he gently pressed my body against his for another close hug.

"You've had a big day, I'm going to take you home and cuddle you, okay? Do you think you can walk for a little while?"

I... with my needs satisfied for the moment, my legs felt shaky, but I nodded. I didn't want him thinking I was unable to act, utterly dependent on him. When was he going to end the heat that was coursing through my body?

But I couldn't respond in more than a soft, needy yowl.

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "That's my brave girl."

I felt I should have emotions about that, probably negative ones, but I was already overwhelmed by too many emotions and sensations... I just let it slide.

I still had to walk back home in this state, after all.