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[Tier reward] More Precious' stories
🕑 Added 2023-03-03 14:03:12 +0000 UTCStories by TheBrentwoodSociety
Precious’ pert, upturned behind stung from the trainer’s hard, open-hand swat. As much as it hurt, her pride at being corrected by him hurt much, much worse.
“No! Bad kitty!” He scolded. Then in a slightly less-curt way, he explained for what felt like the hundredth time, “You are a kitten girl now. Kitten girls are slinky, graceful, and sinuous. They do not bounce around wagging their tails like brainless puppy girls!”
Precious swallowed tears of frustration and continued to crawl along the small track around the outside edge of the kitten girl training room with burning, blushing cheeks. It seemed the only thing she had gotten out of months of training as a puppy girl was learning how to shelve her dignity again and again and again on a daily basis. All the particulars in behavior, the panting, the drooling, and the bouncy, perkiness simply didn’t transfer over to her new, supposedly higher status. Another swat, this time on the other side of her skyward pointing posterior, made her yelp like a pathetic little dog.
“No! Bad kitty!” The trainer admonished her again. “Stop wagging your tail!” He swatted her for a third time. “Stop making doggy noises! Kittens meow, purr, and hiss! They do not bark, whine, or yelp!”
Precious blinked as tears welled-up in her eyes. She couldn’t help it! How was she supposed to undo months of intensely drilled muscle memory and what the trainers mockingly called “speech therapy”?
The trainer signed with audible frustration. “Stop, stop!”
Precious paused on the track, grateful for a momentary break. She was sweating, more from nerves than physical exertion. The chilly air from the vent above made her bare skin breakout with goose bumps as she waited for whatever came next.
“Alright fine, let’s try something new.” He fished in his pocket and pulled out a small, plastic mouse toy. Recognizing it, Precious frowned as he set the toy on the ground and stepped back from it. In response to his movement the toy let out a mechanical squeak and sped away from him in a seemingly random pattern due to embedded motion sensors.
“Hunt, Precious!” The trainer commanded with his arms crossed. There was a slight mocking in his voice, as if hinting that he didn’t think she could do it.
Precious, her vision still blurred a bit from her tears, sniffled. Every fiber of her being told her to bark happily and to romp towards the toy so that she could fetch it for the trainer, which would earn her gentle head pats and at least one coveted “good girl” for her earnest efforts. But she held back the impulse. She’d been told to “hunt” not to “fetch.” She was a kitten girl, not a puppy girl. Steadying herself, she took a low posture and stalked around behind the toy where she knew from experience that the sensors were weaker. The mouse toy was motionless as she inched closer and closer with her hanging breasts mere millimeters from the dirty concrete floor of the training room.
With all the force she could muster, Precious leapt towards it and pounced on the toy. It squeaked and its little wheels turned, but trapped in her jaws and held firmly by her padded paws the thing wasn’t going anywhere. She rolled over onto her back in triumph, her eyes closed. She trembled at the feeling of the trainer’s fingertips scratching her behind the ear.
“Aw, turns out you’re a clever little kitten after all!”
She felt herself purring naturally, just as she was supposed to, which only earned more of the praise and scratches she craved. She was a clever kitten! Soon, with more practice, she would be the cleverest kitten!
The sweet taste of waffles was only enhanced by the even sweater taste of the chocolate custard that filled the middle of the fish-shaped kitten girl treat. The sugary taste expanded across Precious’ eager little tongue as she daintily savored the first bite. Before her promotion to kitten girl, she’d subsisted off of puppy chow that even the most generous critic would say tasted like sour mud. Even after her promotion, the feline feed wasn’t much better. She would have described it as less-sour mud, that is, if she had been allowed to speak at all. After months and months of eating the same dry, rancid gravel day after day, the sudden shock of flavor—good flavor—amazing flavor even by human standards—made her whole body shake with pleasure, causing the bell attached to her collar to ring merrily, announcing her delight to everyone in the room watching her eat.
Her black tail twitched back and forth in the air as she slowly lowered her face to the cheap plastic dish for another mouth-watering bite. It had taken time and a great deal of effort on her part, but the kitten behaviors she had been drilling were finally starting to replace the puppy behaviors. There was still a slight urge, both from past training and due to the decadence of the treat, to bury her face in the bowl and to gobble the whole thing down quickly and noisily like a “good little piggy” whilst wagging her tail rapidly to show appreciation, but it passed quickly.
As Precious took her third bite, she nearly moaned with pleasure both from the taste and with the knowledge that she had come so far. She was a kitten girl now, a good kitten girl who got treats. She wasn’t a dumb drooly puppy girl anymore. There might have been a time when she would have felt sorry for the miserable mutts receiving their obedience training on the far more-crowded and more-austere floor below, but she didn’t anymore. If they were more like her, hard working and dedicated, then they would have been promoted too.
Hard work paid off.
Dedication paid off.
It was that simple.
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