I was sitting on the floor, and Mika had her legs wrapped around to hug me again as she played idly with my hair, calling me her "good girl" and her "sweet girl" and so forth.

It was a little embarrassing, and made me feel even more submissive, but I suspected it wasn't purely for my benefit-- rather, she was trying to show me how much nicer things would be if I ran away with her as her girlfriend.

Assuming, of course, we succeeded. I imagined us captured by brutal slavers and raping us both, me telling them her weak point so that they could make her behave and wouldn't get killed, and her hating me for it, and then us being sold to a man who viewed us as, ultimately, disposable little toys.

...this was just making me more anxious and submissive, though, and I was more focused on her and her attention to me and my messed-up musings on possible dark futures for us than what Mika was watching-- some sort of nature show with the narrator being a woman with a British accent, and a husky voice with almost ASMR qualities... I wasn't sure why more nature documentaries didn't use this sort of thing.

I tried to pay attention so I didn't think about fucked up possibilities, but this just made me more relaxed and submissive.

The hardwood beneath my legs was getting a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't too hard to ignore, and when I focused again, someone was coming in.

I looked up to see Stephanie coming to sit on the couch next to Mika, and my butt wiggled a little as I smiled up at her.

She reached down and petted my head too, and I nuzzled into her hand happily. Mika stopped petting me, crossing her arms at Stephanie getting more of a reaction than she had been while comforting me, and withdrew her legs, eliciting a soft whine from my lips as my attention shifted to her and I swivelled around to lick her feet as I looked up at her... I didn't want Mika to be mad at me, I loved her.

Stephanie laughed and ruffled my hair. "Look who's such a good girl, Mika, already helping train Princess into the cute little pet she's meant to be."

Mika crossed her arms. "Yeah, I prefer to be in charge, I guess... we'd probably get along better if you were a cute little submissive too, honestly."

Stephanie growled, and had her hand had abandoned my head to settle around Mika's neck in an instant. "I told you," she said icily, "to never make that sort of joke. I don't submit."

I whined softly as Stephanie leaned in aggressively towards Mika, and my fellow pet's face flushed as she stared up at Stephanie uncertainly. "...sorry, Mistress."

Stephanie relaxed her hand after a moment, and caressed up the side of Mika's neck and cheek. "Why can't you just be a good girl? I know you have it in you." Her words were soft.

"...you know why." Mika's voice was barely above a whisper.

"...yeah." Stephanie wrapped her arms around Mika and hugged her close. "I'm sorry this is so hard for you. You'll get used to it, you'll see."

Stephanie looked down to see me staring up at the two of them, worried, and pulled Mika into her lap, patting the couch next to her. "C'mere and cuddle with us, Princess. Sorry about running out on you like that... luckily my boss was understanding when he heard I was helping train a friend who was going to become a pet."

...someone else knew about me. I swallowed.

I climbed up onto the couch and nuzzled into Stephanie's hand as she petted me for a moment, before returning her attentions to Mika. I snuggled up against my girlfriend... well, I guess she wasn't my girlfriend right now... too, and she tensed a little, then slowly relaxed as we continued to cuddle her, Stephanie petting her head softly.

"Really," said Mika a bit uncomfortably, "we should be paying attention to her. She's been having a rough day."

Stephanie looked over to me with a smile and ran her fingers through my hair. "That tough to not have furniture access, pet? Or not to cum after I fucked you...?"

"Oh, um, I came, actually."

Stephanie frowned disapprovingly, her hand pausing in my hair. "...what? Are you not taking this seriously?"

"Um, more the opposite. I went and... well, Damien was interested, and I thought it would be good practice to see if..." My voice trailed off as I saw the look in Stephanie's eyes and heard her low growl, and cringed back a little.

Stephanie pushed Mika out of her lap to the other side of couch rather roughly, and grabbed hold of my shoulder, pushing me against the couch. "What. The. Fuck. You're supposed to be learning how to be a good little bitch, and you go wag your tail at Damien, of all people? What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't fucking trust people like him."

Oh no. I had fucked up, and the people I needed to be happy with me so I could train with them and become a good girl and not suffer horribly when I became someone's slave was mad at me. I started crying. "Sorry, Mistress!"

"Hey, calm down-- Regina said it was fine," said Mika, putting a hand on Stephanie's shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up, Mika, Regina wouldn't approve of Damien." Stephanie's icy gaze was still focused on me.

"Um, I didn't know Damien was such a big deal... you guys buy drugs from him, so... well, I didn't know that either until Mika told me...." I whimpered softly as Stephanie's hand on my shoulder clutched down at it, cringing further. "Sorry, Mistress, I was bad, I won't do it again, please please forgive me...." I needed her to forgive me. I had no idea what to do if she didn't forgive me, I couldn't handle being alone through the next few months... I didn't want to sign up to be the pet of someone I didn't know yet. "Punish me, just don't be mad at me, please, Mistress...!"

Stephanie's eyes softened, and she hugged me close. "People like Damien," she said softly, "wield money like it's a weapon." She looked over to Mika who was watching us worriedly, and hugged her close too. "I'm sorry I got mad, just... you don't know how dangerous people like him are. I should control myself better."

I snuggled up against Stephanie, resting my head against her shoulder, and looked over to see Mika mirroring my movements, a mixture of apologetic and "I told you so" on her face.

"I just thought, well, I'd probably be bought by a guy, so I should see if it's something I could stand...."

Stephanie's grasp tightened on me a little, and she closed her eyes, nodding slowly. "And?"

"I'd so much rather be owned by someone like you or Mistress Regina... but, I think I could adapt. I think I could live with it, if I had to." I started crying.

"...yeah. I'm sorry I can't buy you. You know I would if I had the money, right?" Stephanie leaned in and kissed me on the lips possessively, then pulled back, stroking my head as she stared down at me. "I want you so bad... you could've just told me if you wanted to become a pet, Phoebe... I would've taken care of you for your entire life, and now...." She was crying too.

Mika reached over and took my hand as she cuddled up against Stephanie, biting her lip as she held back tears too.

I could've been her fellow pet girlfriend, and belonged to Stephanie and Regina, but I fucked everything up. As usual, when I had trusted in my luck, it blew up in my face. That was not something I should ever ever do. I sobbed and buried my head in Stephanie's shoulder as I squeezed Mika's hand, feeling like the absolute fucking stupid worthless loser that I was.

"You could help her get to the border," said Mika quietly.

"I'm not... do you know the success rates of that, Mika? If you want, Phoebe, sure, I'll try to help. But I don't think it's a good idea. I think you're doing the smart thing here, as much as it pains me."

I shook my head, nuzzling against her shoulder. "I don't wanna die...."

Stephanie squeezed me just a bit closer. "Yeah, okay, drop it Mika. I know you're trying to help, but... drop it."

"Sorry," said Mika softly, squeezing my hand.

We cuddled in silence as on Regina's laptop she had left behind, the woman on documentary droned on something about a seal's habitat being indirectly threatened by deforestation.

After a little bit, Stephanie started singing. I had never heard her sing before, and she wasn't a great singer, a little off-note, even, but there was still something comforting about it-- a lullaby, perhaps, although a melancholy one.

"A worldly wetnurse sits and she sings,
and aye she sings my darling love,
little know I thy father's name,
much less the land that he dwells in..."