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Chicken out; Cheshire's ending. Epilogue
🕑 Added 2023-08-23 20:07:58 +0000 UTCPrevious chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/chicken-out-part-87558082?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
Three years after the game's conclusion, Bitch and Ruby were well out of the picture, each going about their own lives which didn't overlap with neither Cheshire nor Kitty's. After all, how could they? Ruby lived in the bad part of town, spending most waking hours whoring herself on streetcorners. Bitch isn't too different herself, though she has at the very least managed to secure a semi-stable job at a gas-station. Whenever she has the time, not to mention the energy, she often finds herself in a bar near the local college, looking for the young prey of the night.
Though the two lived together in a shared apartment, dedicating most days to depraved, erotic activities, they didn't consider themselves lovers. Instead of categorizing their relationship with a single word, which would be near impossible, it'd be more efficient to describe what a typical day could look like for them.
Cheshire would more often than not wake up before her counterpart. Spending three out of five nights locked away, sleeping in a cage meant for dogs slightly smaller than herself, getting any meaningful sleep became almost impossible. Of course, this imprisonment of sorts was by all means consensual. While she honestly didn't particularly enjoy the sensation of being locked away for however Kitty decided to sleep, the excitement it brought her was unparalleled. Of all the nights spent sleeping in the cage, the worst ones to get through were the nights where Kitty had company. "Actual human companions" she'd call it. Both of the girls were bisexual, but Cheshire's "condition" rendered her only attracted to Kitty. Kitty didn't suffer from anything like that. She honored her position as the master in their master-pet relationship, but also indulged in "extracurricular" activities, mostly with men. It was, after all, an itch which Cheshire could never wish to scratch, despite how long she'd allowed her nails to grow..
A lot of the affection she had for the Asian slut stemmed from the cruel way in which she often treated her. She harbored a deep resentment for Kitty due to her failure in seizing the game which only Cheshire herself could remember. She did however blame herself a little bit, too. Her inability to act sooner and perform a decisive wish had resulted in this shameful existence. An existence she couldn't help but LOVE.
Yes. Most of her mornings in the cage went down this rabbit hole. Tormenting herself over what could have been. Not to say she didn't fundamentally enjoy how things had turned out, but that isn't to say she can't bear any regret. When Kitty did finally wake up, her first priority wasn't always the release of Cheshire. Sometimes she'd shower, make breakfast, maybe even fetch the mail or go for a jog before even bothering to turn on the lights in the walk-in closet where the cage was stored. She meant no cruelty what-so-ever, these were simply things she did to keep things unpredictable. Half of the excitement was in the anticipation. Hearing her master wake up, go about her routine and wondering when she'll open the cage and acknowledge her pet's needs. This also let Cheshire grow closer to her role as the pet. By never quite knowing when her master would turn on the lights and open her cage, she felt like an actual animal. Lying in her cage, listening for footsteps and sounds that could mean that Kitty was on her way over to let her out.
When she was finally allowed to start her own day, the first item of Cheshire's schedule was to pleasure her master. After three years of routinely eating out Kitty, her tongue knew ever nook and cranny of her vagina. That isn't to say that some days went better than others. Sometimes, it was hard for her to focus or put her all into it. This never went unnoticed and would always result in a reduction of the size of her breakfast. While Kitty ate at the kitchen table, like a human, Cheshire was "forced" to eat out of a bowl on the floor. Of course, this had been on her own initiative, wanting to be a pet through and through.
After breakfast, Cheshire would lounge around most of the day, waiting for Kitty to get bored or find the time to "play with her". Some days they could go on forever, completely consumed by lust. Truthfully, Cheshire could spend every day like that. It was however her counterpart which controlled the pace. With other means to fulfil her needs, Kitty didn't carry the same drive as her pet. She often had to save herself for later whenever there was someone coming over. She'd tried uploading scenes filmed after a whole day of playing around with Cheshire, but they just weren't the same. Her fans could tell at a glance that she wasn't particularly into it, having already spent most of the day indulging herself.
This led Cheshire to despise Mondays. The most common day for Kitty to have someone over for filming. On this day, she almost never got any action at all. They were slow and boring. Not allowed on the furniture or even to watch TV, she was left with gazing out the window. Looking at the passerby who lived seemingly normal lives. As with her mornings, Cheshire often found herself deep in thought, finding the time to thoroughly regret her failure to set things right with her wish. All those thoughts would soon disappear the moment she got to enjoy herself with Kitty though. Like an actual animal, she quickly became distracted once other, stronger stimuli was introduced. Be it either a meal or Kitty herself.
The worst part about Mondays was however not the boredom, or lack of action with her beloved master. No, it was being locked back into the cage right before the guest star arrived. She'd been caught once before, and it had ended it a bad way. Kitty's costar had left the scene before wrapping up, being completely disgusted by her complicated relationship with the pet-girl. Now, she made sure to keep the lights off, and the door locked. The only sensory impression which Cheshire could effectively rely on was the loud moaning from the other side of the door.
Hearing her master mercilessly and thoroughly fucked by some stranger. At times like those, she more than ever cursed the size of her own cage. The way it limited her movements, making it practically impossible for her to access her nether parts. The best she could hope for was teasing the nipples on her nonexistent breasts. Not nearly enough to come though, hence why she almost never did it. She knew it'd be a long night if she teased herself too hard.
Eventually, the pet would fall asleep in spite of her own arousal, waking up the day after only to do it all again.
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That's it. It's done. And what a journey it has been. My longest project to date, and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out all things considered. I'll aim to keep the next iteration a tad shorter, though. I've gotten feedback in regards to the length, and how people lost interest once their favorite character took a turn they didn't like. With more characters and stricter planning this next route will hopefully feel fresh and inviting.
I'll be doing some planning and sketch out the way I see the next story developing, so it might take a couple of weeks until chapters start appearing, I will of course fill the time in between with some other releases instead.
Thanks to all of you supporting me through this, it really means the world to me that there are people out there who enjoy reading my stuff.
