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How did this klutz before her managed to outsmart her? Was she doomed to fail? But she still pushes forward and now she is still trying to fight for her humanity on the line.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The alternate path for Riley here and looks like she gave up on her choice.

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Now that Riley has started to lose, her mind is now plagued with doubts and worries. How did this klutz before her managed to outsmart her? Was she doomed to fail? But she still pushes forward and now she is still trying to fight for her humanity on the line.

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "As her words hung in the air, my body tensed up. How? How the hell did she win me? I looked down at my hands, trembling with the cards in them. This was supposed to be foolproof. This was supposed to be impossible for her to come back. \n\n\nI gulped. There’s no worse feeling than realizing cracks within plans. Small enough for others to ignore but I knew better. I rubbed against my eyes, peeking at the camera. She fiddled with her cards, before tossing them over to her left paw, “What’s wrong, Miss?” \n\n\nGlancing at my opponent, an anthropomorphic vixen who I could hardly believe was the same idiot that wandered here, my throat went dry. I needed to keep the pressure up. But after that loss, my threats had lost their power. \n\n\n“Try reading this card, alright?” I could see her sliding the King of Heart with a cocky smirk plastered on her face. One of my eyebrows unintentionally twitched upwards. King of Hearts. Her trump card played directly after that win? What the hell was she thinking? \n\n\nI brushed my hair to the side. My thoughts were still crowding over last round’s mystery. Was it a fluke? Just a lucky one-off? Was it though? Was I overcomplicating something so simple? Occam's Razor would definitely be the play here, wouldn’t it? She somehow mixed up the cards and now she was overly impatient to try and close out the game. \n\n\nTaking in a deep breath, I gently played my King of Spades. Now her trump card would utterly be shattered. Yet a strange uneasiness wrapped around my neck. Was it really that simple? It had to be right? What could she possibly do here? With all of the cameras, I would immediately see her every move, wouldn’t I? \n\n\nFlipping both of our cards, discomfort tightened its grip around my neck. Opposite to me, she smiled carefreely - a sign that her intelligence had decreased, “Oh Riley, did you know that you don’t have any depth?” \n\n\n“Shut it, Kae,” It was my win but the worst way to do so. My King of Spades against her Ace of Hearts. How? Ace of Hearts? I didn’t even see that damn card anywhere close to her King of Hearts. What the fuck was going on here? \n\n\n“But isn’t it good that you won, Riley?” Her pitch rose on my name, “Riley, such a cute name. Wished I had that.” \n\n\nHad what? This shitty name given to me by my debtors? You wanted this? I gripped against my cards, almost bending them. Fucking hell. She was starting to piss me off. \n\n\nGlancing back at my hand, I let out another sigh. My strongest card was gone. It was completely wasted on a shitty Ace that I didn’t even know was in her hand. Didn’t help that she was twirling around her hair, covering her muzzle with those cards of hers. But that begged the question. \n\n\nHow? How was she tricking me? Every single card was shown to me through that camera and she somehow managed to do it to me twice. And to add salt to the injury. She knew that. She played the worst card, trying to bait out my King. \n\n\nMy heart was pounding harder now. If she knew… how would she have known that? Was it my gaze that gave it away? It was the occasional peek at the ceiling. In her haze of sensations, she couldn’t have noticed this. No. Maybe she spotted it? But why wouldn’t she call me out? Or play her cards face down? \n\n\nGahhh, that didn’t answer any of my questions, I was circling around sand that led me to nowhere. I needed to settle down, and find some footing in this game itself. \n\n\n“Oh Riley, what’s wrong? Your wrinkles are showing, you know?” She giggled, pointing at me, “Don’t want to ruin that pretty fa-” \n\n\n“Enough,” My eyes glared back, “Don’t you dare talk about this cursed body of mine.” \n\n\nShe looked down, “Oh…didn’t think you’re like me.” \n\n\nThe hell did she mean by that? I let out another sigh, now thinking back about the game. Since there’s only 13 rounds, the first person who wins 7 of the rounds will win this. With our hands being displayed as: \n\n\n(Defender) Kae: K, Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3\n(Attacker) Me: Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2\n\n\nAnd our score was currently 1-1, both of us only needed 6 more wins to clear this game. But thanks to her trickery, her King crushed any other cards of mine thus granting her a free win of her own. \n\n\nSo in a sense, she only needed 5 more wins. 5 more rounds for her to turn the tides. Just the very thought made me sick. Nobody won against me, especially after the changes kicked in. It was quick sand to them as they drowned deeper and deeper inside and in their panic, their mind struggled to make sense of the world around them. \n\n\nHere? I was the one struggling to find my place. Why did it feel as though she had control on the game? My momentum had completely halted and reversed after just these two rounds. If this was a chess game, she had just found a fork to turn everything around. A creeping dread to draw the game closer to an end. \n\n\n“Are you done thinking, Riley?” She leaned against her paw, her tail now swishing at a higher pace, “I’m bored of waiting.” \n\n\nA card now had been placed down directly in front of me, urging me to make a move. She knew. She knew I was weak now. I wiped the beads of sweat off my hair. Now I had just been plunged into darkness where I couldn't even tell left from right. \n\n\nWhat was she playing here? A 3 to bait my stronger cards out or a strong card herself to accelerate the game state? I glanced back at her, only for her to smile back at me, “We’re even, you know. Just pick anyyyy random card and I’m sure it’s fine.” \n\n\n“Is that so?” \n\n\n“Well wouldn’t you like to find out?” \n\n\nI riffled through the cards. Sure she technically only needed 5 more wins but I was the same. In fact, I was in the lead. I merely needed to prevent her from reaching 6 points which automatically eliminated the possibility of that card being the King. \n\n\nWhich meant that my Queen of Spades should defeat whatever card that was there…unless that was what she wanted me to think. I combed through my hair. Without any additional knowledge, this was an elaborate game of scissors paper stone where all of my options were weighted equally. Or was it? \n\n\nAs I meandered on my thoughts, I glanced back at the camera. Her cards were tightly bundled together, only allowing me to peek at the top few: a Jack, a 10 and a 9. Was it arranged numerically? Was that card truly the Queen of Hearts? I shook my head, my fingers trembling a little. \n\n\nHostess Riley, proceed to make your move in the following minute. If not, we will consider you to be the loser of this entire game, granting full access for the player over your entire body. \n\n\nHuh? There was a time limit? \n\n\nWhen I was stationed here, that man only instructed me to play this game that he had created. He allowed me to alter the room to my advantage while passing me the bare necessities like both decks and the table. Not once had he informed me of this rule. \n\n\n“Sounds like someone’s in trouble,” She licked against her muzzle, brushing against her canines, “Just play any card Riley, you’re winning me already.” \n\n\nI glanced at my phone. Half a minute left. What do I do here? I didn’t see her Queen being in her hand so maybe her card was there but what about the possibility of her tricking me for the third time? She somehow had knowledge that I was peering through her han-Wait, maybe it was a double bluff and that she was trying to pull one of my stronger cards out like before or aghh I didn’t have time. I didn’t have time here! \n\n\nTossing out the deuce of spades face down, I panted. Kae giggled, “It’s only the third round, Riley. Why are you so scared already?” She leaned against her arm, scratching the underside, “Still can’t believe that I’m in this form.” \n\n\nI flipped over my card. My arms stretched backwards, “If you wanted, you could turn back for every round you win.” \n\n\n“Righttt… Or I could change you, right Riley?” \n\n\nShe raised her pitch using my name. Riley. Seriously, why was she so obsessed with this given name of mine? “Yes, Kae. You can change me however you like.” \n\n\nThe card flipped over to be a four of hearts, defeating my deuce of spades. Right after I said I had to try my best to prevent her from reaching 6 wins, I threw out my worst card and lost to her. \n\n\n4 more wins till her victory. A doom’s day clock ticking ever so close to my defeat. \n\n\nOur current cardline was this: \n\n\n(Defender) Kae: K, Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 3\n(Attacker) Me: Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3\n\n\nShe shuffled through her cards once again, “I’m shocked though.” \n\n\n“Why?” \n\n\n“It’s so safe. So risk adverse. What happened to miss mind reader here?” \n\n\n“Just play your damn card already,” I paid close attention to her hand up on the camera. Her claws played back and forth between the Queen of Hearts and the Jack of Hearts. I glanced back at her chirpy expression. \n\n\nCalm down, Ryan. My eyes periodically checked the camera before glancing back at her. My whole plan was destroyed because of that trick with her cards. It didn’t make sense with how she slid the cards onto the table, how were the cards practically swapped with each other. \n\n\nIf she had this skill, surely she would’ve done it in our 2nd match. But instead she just placed the cards in numerical order, making it so easy for me to win…? Wait, why did she do that? Was she betting that I would mess up? \n\n\n“Riley, what’s with that stare? You’re scaring me, you know? Reminds me of my father.” \n\n\nI raised my eyebrow, “Father?” \n\n\n“Yeah my dad,” Pinching the Queen of Hearts, she shoved her card onto the table while her fanned cards immediately snapped back into one, “Kept scolding me for not being ‘manly’ enough and shit.” \n\n\n“Ah…” I was never the best with small talk and this was something more personal than that. Surely, she could talk to her oth-Nevermind. In this form, any friends that she once had would leave her. \n\n\nFrom my experience, in the usual city, I didn’t see many of these ‘furries’ out there. I had encountered a couple of them in passing before but it was usually in the alleyways or as security guards working. In here though, my suspicions were confirmed: The existence of a black market regarding this technology. \n\n\nDribbling with the cards, my eyes couldn’t be deceived about this. I saw her play the Queen of Hearts. My eyes were glued to that camera, seeing the card physically leave her hand and onto the table. No. This time I was going to win her. \n\n\nAs I played the Queen of Spades, I recalled how miserable most of these ‘furries’ were. Most people that changed either lost their entire identity or were chained to a company (similar to me) to toil out their lives. Now that I thought about it, I never encountered one outside of work. Like in casual wear. They were either at work or going to work. \n\n\n“Yeah… how were yours? Hopefully better than mine,” She yipped, “It’s probably rich people's problems or something.” \n\n\nI gulped. Rich? Something didn’t add up. Didn’t she say she needed this money? Oh, right she was asking, “They were...nice.” \n\n\n“Nice only? Was expecting something better from someone working here. Bet your parents got you this job or something,” She flipped over the card, revealing the three of hearts again as she giggled, “Oh wow, guess I lose this round as well.” \n\n\nStaring down at her, my fury raged within my heart as I revealed my card, “Silence bitch. Keep my parents out of your fucking mouth.” \n\n\nShe raised both of her hands, “Woah, woah. Chillllll,” Her words were slurring, drool dripping out of the side of her muzzle, “This is hitting-yip!- me harder than I expected.” \n\n\nI slammed against the table. I watched her every move and she still managed to do her trick. What the fuck was going on? No. I clearly saw the Queen move away from her han- Wait, I couldn’t see it actually. I only saw the picture frame surrounding the royal card. \n\n\nI blinked. Regardless of how many times I saw it, I couldn’t trust the reflection any longer. She merely snickered before bursting into laughter. Or maybe she was acting like a couple of drunk college kids. \n\n\n3 rounds remained. My stomach twisted up in knots. Was this game always this sickening? This nauseating? I covered my mouth. Could feel the acid climbing up my throat, threatening me to puke it all out. She knew. She knew my plan, didn’t she? But I still couldn’t decipher anything at all. \n\n\nCurrently with the cardline of: \n\n\n(Defender) Kae: K, Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5\n(Attacker) Me: J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3\n\n\nI glanced away from her eyes. Even as her intelligence and mental capacity had decreased, Kae now felt scarier. The curtains that she had once placed around her were slowly unveiling itself; the knife that she held in her hands was now cutting close to my throat. Metaphorically speaking. \n\n\nBut if I just abandoned this system that I had built up for myself… Isn’t this game just a gamble? Just a reckless game of chance that I couldn’t understand or rationalize. I of course still had the advantage as the attacker yet this mounting dread was starting to suffocate me. \n\n\nShe threw out another card while placing the rest face down. Wasn’t it worse for her? Losing her gender, humanity and now even her intelligence. How could she still be fighting back without any hesitation on her part? All my other opponents would be panicking and irrationally stirring themselves to death. Granted it was a small sample size under 10 but Kae felt different. She had been pressuring me even at the very start with no hesitation. \n\n\nGoing back to my cards, my nerves were on edge. She won’t play King or Queen here. Which left her with the highest card of Jack. Let me slow down first. At this point with an unofficial 2- 4 scoreline, it would essentially inch her closer to winning this game, leaving me at arm’s reach.\n\n\nI grabbed onto my arm. What was she going to do to me? Change me? She had been asking that question, asking what I was wagering and demanding to know what I was risking. Was this all planned? \n\n\nHostess Riley, proceed to make your move in the following minute. If not, we will consider you to be the loser of this entire game, granting full access for the player over your entire body. \n\n\nThe robotic voice shook me out of my thoughts. Fucking dammit. Why couldn’t that bastard tell me how much time each of us had? I glanced at my cards. No. I couldn’t play the Jack of Spades nor any small cards here. Any small cards would accelerate her game plan even further.\n\n\nSlamming the nine of spades onto the table, her ears perked up, “Looks who's finally playing!” \n\n\n“Whatever, let’s just get this game over,” My nine is a decently strong card, eliminating most of her options, aside from the top premium cards. This would at least even up the game. \n\n\nShe giggled, “Alright then. Whatever you say,” She revealed the Jack of Heart to my utter dismay. Why? What was she even thinking here? Why did she play such a strong card at thi- “Riley, your wrinkles are showing. For such a quiet beauty, you shouldn’t frown so much. Or are you thinking why was I playing the Jack so early?” \n\n\nI flipped over my nine. This loss only ticked me closer to my demise. Once again, she managed to get ahead of me. What could I even do here? Try to outsmart her? I was on her palms, walking around aimlessly. \n\n\n“Answer is prettttty simple if you think about it,” She tapped against her head, “Both of us know that I’m not playing my top two cards and you being the coward that you are, will be playing something strong here, wouldn’t you? But you don’t want to waste your Jack like the previous two rounds so like… doesn’t that leave the 10 or 9 left?” Her tail now wrapped around her as she smiled at me, “Was I right, Riley?” \n\n\nLeaning back on my chair, the light in my eyes faded out. She read me like a book, with the plans completely written on my forehead. Now with our unofficial scoreline being 2-5, two wins were left. \n\n\nShe threw another card onto the table, “Isn’t this nice? Playing such a spicy game between the two of us?” Her last few words slurring as she scratched her orange fur. \n\n\nI held my cards weakly by my side. This was almost the end. Two more wins for her and it was over. My goosebumps appeared throughout my arm. Was this another trap? Or was she putting this match to an end? I don’t know. I don’t know anything at all. Was there any point to me finishing this match? \n\n\nCurrently with the cardline of: \n\n\n(Defender) Kae: K, Q, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5\n(Attacker) Me: J, 10, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3\n\n\nWhat option did I have left? She had that scary 10 looming over my head, threatening to destroy most of my entire stash. No, wait. She made a mistake there. She played her own Jack which gave my 10 of spades some leeway. Not all hope was lost, right? \n\n\nMustering my strength, I played my 10. This has to go through. Unless she was using her most powerful two cards, this card surely could destroy her. Or at least halt her destruction. I glanced back at her, “So what brings you here?” \n\n\n“Ka ching. Ka ching,” She rubbed against her fingers, “Isn’t that why anyone is here?” She revealed her card first, showing off her five of hearts. Tilting her head, she asked, “What’s yours?” \n\n\n“Ten,” I grabbed hold of both cards to my side. Her eyes dilated slightly, couldn’t keep her focus on her cards. Effectively the scoreline was 3-5, “But you said your parents were rich?” \n\n\n“My Daddy is. Not this failure like me,” She played the top card face up, revealing the nine of hearts. Huh? What was she doing? Was she actually drunk here? \n\n\nAt the current state, our card line up was this: \n\n\n(Defender) Kae: K, Q, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6\n(Attacker) Me: J, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3\n\n\nBut that card was forcing me to play my Jack wasn’t it? I stared down at that 9. Fuck sake. Even if I won this round, she would have three free wins from the King to the 10. Was there even a point to play the Jack here? \n\n\nAnd if I didn’t play the Jack here…this would still be a win for her, making her reach even closer to her win. A hole opened up in my stomach. I had to risk it. I had to try and save my Jack to crush her 10. \n\n\nI dealt my 3 out, granting her the win. Now with the effective scoreline of 3 - 6. I had to win everything starting from now and especially when her intelligence was compromised now. \n\n\nThis might be the last round I was playing… Clenching my fists, I kept track of the last card lineup:\n\n\n(Defender) Kae: K, Q, 10, 8, 7, 6\n(Attacker) Me: J, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4\n\n\nThe critical point was that I had to play my Jack against her 10. Else I would lose regardless of what I did. Kae yipped and grunted, fanning the cards out facedown, “I…I pick you!” \n\n\nWithout looking at her cards, she glanced back at me, “So… let’s play.” \n\n\nI gulped. Was she straddling against me in this final round? If it was just possibility wise, then my 8 was the best card to play. Half the time, I would win the round while the other third of the time, her offence would be delayed. Only the 10 would defeat me. A one out of six chance\n\n\nShe giggled a little, “What’s taking so longgg… Riley…” \n\n\nIt wasn’t as if I had any other option. I had to just trust in myself and put an end to this. One out of six chances of losing. That was less than a 20% chance to lose. With a deep breath, I pushed forward my eight hearts. \n\n\n“Yipee,” She flipped over her 10 hearts.\n\n\nMy shoulders relaxed. There was nothing left that I could possibly do. Like a deer frozen as it stared down at the headlights, I could only resign to fate. She won here. Luck was a cruel lady, immediately shifting the tides to hers. Kae didn’t even see her damn cards and she still fucking won from a one out of six chance! \n\n\nIn a hushed voice, I announced, “I forfeit this… this match.” \n\n\nInstantly, she sat up straight, wiping the drool off her muzzle, “Took you long enough, Riley.” \n\n\nBeneath the table, my legs quivered. I didn’t want another change. Different possibilities soon popped up. An animal like her? An actual animal? Losing my sense of self? Why wasn’t she saying anything? \n\n\n“So miss peepster, how did you like looking at my hand?” \n\n\n“...when did you find out?” \n\n\nShe pointed to my camera, “2nd match onwards when you started panicking where I washed the cards. Now as for my prize,” She spun her finger around in which I closed my eyes. Fuck. Please. What was she thinking now? “Pass me ten grand first.” \n\n\nI heaved a sigh of relief, “Alright will pass it to you once the game ends. Now le-”\n\n\n“What’s with that sigh? Did you really think I’ll change you now?” \n\n\n“Well since you’v-” \n\n\nShe stood up and leaned into me. Her muzzle barely an inch away from my widened eyes “I’ll change you once I completely crushed this little gambit of yours,” I gripped against the handles of my chair, trying to cover up my fear. \n\n\n“Or,” Kae took a pregnant pause, “You could just forfeit the entire game and become my little bitch.” \n\n\nBitch? Was she serious? Was she that depraved of human connection? \n\n\nKae retreated back to her chair, passing the cards to me, “If you forfeit the game, I’ll make you my precious little bitch. Just a carefree pet that only devotes yourself fully to me, like my little pet.” \n\n\n“What was in it for me?” \n\n\n“Want to do an experiment of what bug the injection can change you into?” Her eyes glinted with mischief, “What about a worm? Or a feral bird? Do you want to be the first?” \n\n\n“Huh…?” was all I could mutter out. I never saw a feral animal escaping out of the facility, just changed furries into their new rich owner’s vehicles. That fact didn’t reduce the fear factor from me, it only strengthened it. Turned into a worm and forced to dig my way through the dirt for the rest of my life? I rubbed against my face, feeling sweat dripping from me in buckets. \n\n\nKae tilted her head to the left. Her paws now held onto the deck of spades, “Let’s make this 4th match a quick one,” In swift motion, she played all 13 cards from left to right with a little smirk, “So what’s your choice, Riley?” \n\n\nI shook my head, my throat tightened up. What do I do here? Do I trust her words? Or should I just fight on? I was still up 2-1 on her in terms of matches. She needed to win 2 more matches and here she was, seizing control of whatever confidence that I initially had. \n\n\nYet the possibility was running wild within my mind. This vixen was staring down at me and I had no way of guessing which cards were with which. I was going to be stabbing in the dark if I were to continue. This was myself at stake for crying out loud, one wrong move and my humanity would’ve been robbed from me. \n\n\nMy hands were now clammy while I could barely stand on my two feet. The risk was so high. The return was pathetic, allowing me to maintain my current life… Maybe her proposal wasn’t so bad. Humiliating? Most definitely. But at least I could survive in one piece, right? \n\n\n“Say just for fun,” She looked up at me, brushing against her tail, “Imagine if you had a button. If you press this red button, you have a 10% chance of getting a billion dollars.” \n\n\n“What’s the catch?” \n\n\n“No catch. But on the 90% chance, you’ll owe someone 10 million, forcing you to become his slave for the rest of your life. Would you still press it?” \n\n\nI glanced around the room. Why was she asking me this? Obviously, I wouldn’t press it. Why would I take so much risk just for a billion? \n\n\n“Cause I would,” Her eyes glinted red. \n\n\n“Are you crazy?” I said it out loud, “9 out of 10 times, you’ll be shackled with all that debt and to become a slave forever. What is wrong with you?’ \n\n\nShe chuckled at a higher pitch, “Ah crazy? I suppose I am. Coming all this way to gamble my entire body just for this. So what’s your choice?” \n\n\nI widened my eyes before covering them with my hand. She wanted this? She was betting for herself to win this gambit and make it out as the victor after losing the first two matches? Just for her ideal form? I felt sick. Sick at knowing someone would do this deliberately. She was playing with the deck stacked against her for crying out loud, she surely must be mad to do such a thing. \n\n\nAbsurd. Irrational. Nonsensical. This person before my eyes was either stupid or daring to even go for her ideals. What about me? If I wanted to, I could have just stopped gambling as a whole. I could have just been working somewhere else that guarantees me money. \n\n\nAnd I should have left all of this behind me. All of it. I only found it fun since it was the easiest way to get spare change. It was my mini-money printer without any of the pains that came with work. \n\n\nBut against her? This type of insane person? Terrified wouldn’t even begin to describe how I felt. Her eyes stared down at me, trying to deduce each of my moves before crushing me. I was no more than her prey. Her little obstacle to get what she wanted. \n\n\nAfter all, a 10% success rate was simply lunatic to go for. \n\n\nShivers ran down my body. I was saving my own skin here. I wasn’t the insane one, trying to push forward and risking my entire life. Yet, I didn’t want to lose my humanity nor my gender. It would be permanent. Permanent to be her bitch for a lifetime. \n\n\nI gulped. My vision blurred a little. No. I was smarter than to go through with this. I knew I had the advantage but the risk for it was too high. What was the point? The point of winning the next two rounds? I’ll still be stuck here as a Hostess, still repaying my debt. And here she was threatening to crush me into some feral animal. \n\n\n“So Riley, what’s your choice?” She winked at me, “Don’t keep a girl like me waiting.” \n\n\nSweat continued to drip from my cheeks. My lips quivered. Fuck. I knew what I had to say but the words weren’t coming out. No, this was the right decision. It was as if she had Queens while I had Jacks; I must fold here. A 20% chance to win wasn’t enough for me, damn it! \n\n\n“I… forfeit the game…” I croaked out, feeling my body going limp. \n\n\nShe rolled her eyes before muttering, \"Disappointing.” \n\n\nI took a deep breath. Sorry to disappoint but I wasn’t going to let her ruin my life over this gambit. \n\n\nWith the player winning, you may now enforce two of the three options: \n\n\n* Obtain another 10K \n* Changing the Hostess Riley’s Mind \n* Changing the Hostess Riley’sGender \n* Changing the Hostess Riley’s Species \n\n\nIn addition, you have the choice to repay Hostress Riley’s debt of 45 grand or plunge her deeper into debt of 90 grand. \n\n\nShe snapped her fingers, “I’ll buy her then. She’s legally now mine, right?” \n\n\n“Wait, how was that supposed to work?” I rebutted, putting my hand up. Her chains around her ankle broke, allowing her to walk towards me, eyes staring into my soul, “Wh-what was going on? I agreed to be your bitch but I’m not legally yours… right?” \n\n\nThat is a matter between the two of you to settle. You may now claim your winnings. \n\n\n“Well then Riley,” She twirled her finger, “Are you ready to be mine?” \n\n\nI blushed red, “...yes?” \n\n\n“Then we’ll need some training, don’t we?” She placed her hand out, “Sit, Riley.” \n\n\nMy body moved on its own. Instinctively, I sat on the ground, my head glancing up to her. My tongue came out, panting, “Wha-what are you doing to me?” \n\n\n“Aww, you’re such a good girl!” Her own paws petted against my head, causing me to nuzzle up to them. I… kinda liked the feeling despite its humiliation…I wanted her eyes to continue being on me, to keep showering me with attention, “Now what do you call me?” \n\n\n“Kae…?” My hair grew longer, stretching below my shoulders now. The strands of them turned paling blonde. She shook her head. Worries multiplied in my head. All of the fear that I once had had simply shifted side into concerning her wellbeing. Did I do something wrong? What should I even call her? “Mistress?” \n\n\nShe petted me against my chin while I leaned close to her paws, embracing her warmth. Fuck. She must be mentally altering my thoughts because every touch she gave was pouring dopamine into my veins. Was it really that bad though? She allowed me to surrender, shouldn’t I be grateful for my Mistress? \nThis is where the preview ends for now. If you would like to read the whole thing, read it on my Patreon @ lim2357 and pledge six bucks a month. Won’t be releasing it out as this is a Patreon Exclusive Alternate Ending.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "As her words hung in the air, my body tensed up. How? How the hell did she win me? I looked down at my hands, trembling with the cards in them. This was supposed to be foolproof. This was supposed to be impossible for her to come back.


I gulped. There’s no worse feeling than realizing cracks within plans. Small enough for others to ignore but I knew better. I rubbed against my eyes, peeking at the camera. She fiddled with her cards, before tossing them over to her left paw, “What’s wrong, Miss?”


Glancing at my opponent, an anthropomorphic vixen who I could hardly believe was the same idiot that wandered here, my throat went dry. I needed to keep the pressure up. But after that loss, my threats had lost their power.


“Try reading this card, alright?” I could see her sliding the King of Heart with a cocky smirk plastered on her face. One of my eyebrows unintentionally twitched upwards. King of Hearts. Her trump card played directly after that win? What the hell was she thinking?


I brushed my hair to the side. My thoughts were still crowding over last round’s mystery. Was it a fluke? Just a lucky one-off? Was it though? Was I overcomplicating something so simple? Occam's Razor would definitely be the play here, wouldn’t it? She somehow mixed up the cards and now she was overly impatient to try and close out the game.


Taking in a deep breath, I gently played my King of Spades. Now her trump card would utterly be shattered. Yet a strange uneasiness wrapped around my neck. Was it really that simple? It had to be right? What could she possibly do here? With all of the cameras, I would immediately see her every move, wouldn’t I?


Flipping both of our cards, discomfort tightened its grip around my neck. Opposite to me, she smiled carefreely - a sign that her intelligence had decreased, “Oh Riley, did you know that you don’t have any depth?”


“Shut it, Kae,” It was my win but the worst way to do so. My King of Spades against her Ace of Hearts. How? Ace of Hearts? I didn’t even see that damn card anywhere close to her King of Hearts. What the fuck was going on here?


“But isn’t it good that you won, Riley?” Her pitch rose on my name, “Riley, such a cute name. Wished I had that.”


Had what? This shitty name given to me by my debtors? You wanted this? I gripped against my cards, almost bending them. Fucking hell. She was starting to piss me off.


Glancing back at my hand, I let out another sigh. My strongest card was gone. It was completely wasted on a shitty Ace that I didn’t even know was in her hand. Didn’t help that she was twirling around her hair, covering her muzzle with those cards of hers. But that begged the question.


How? How was she tricking me? Every single card was shown to me through that camera and she somehow managed to do it to me twice. And to add salt to the injury. She knew that. She played the worst card, trying to bait out my King.


My heart was pounding harder now. If she knew… how would she have known that? Was it my gaze that gave it away? It was the occasional peek at the ceiling. In her haze of sensations, she couldn’t have noticed this. No. Maybe she spotted it? But why wouldn’t she call me out? Or play her cards face down?


Gahhh, that didn’t answer any of my questions, I was circling around sand that led me to nowhere. I needed to settle down, and find some footing in this game itself.


“Oh Riley, what’s wrong? Your wrinkles are showing, you know?” She giggled, pointing at me, “Don’t want to ruin that pretty fa-”


“Enough,” My eyes glared back, “Don’t you dare talk about this cursed body of mine.”


She looked down, “Oh…didn’t think you’re like me.”


The hell did she mean by that? I let out another sigh, now thinking back about the game. Since there’s only 13 rounds, the first person who wins 7 of the rounds will win this. With our hands being displayed as:


(Defender) Kae: K, Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3
(Attacker) Me:  Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2


And our score was currently 1-1, both of us only needed 6 more wins to clear this game. But thanks to her trickery, her King crushed any other cards of mine thus granting her a free win of her own.


So in a sense, she only needed 5 more wins. 5 more rounds for her to turn the tides. Just the very thought made me sick. Nobody won against me, especially after the changes kicked in. It was quick sand to them as they drowned deeper and deeper inside and in their panic, their mind struggled to make sense of the world around them.


Here? I was the one struggling to find my place. Why did it feel as though she had control on the game? My momentum had completely halted and reversed after just these two rounds. If this was a chess game, she had just found a fork to turn everything around. A creeping dread to draw the game closer to an end.


“Are you done thinking, Riley?” She leaned against her paw, her tail now swishing at a higher pace, “I’m bored of waiting.”


A card now had been placed down directly in front of me, urging me to make a move. She knew. She knew I was weak now. I wiped the beads of sweat off my hair. Now I had just been plunged into darkness where I couldn't even tell left from right.


What was she playing here? A 3 to bait my stronger cards out or a strong card herself to accelerate the game state? I glanced back at her, only for her to smile back at me, “We’re even, you know. Just pick anyyyy random card and I’m sure it’s fine.”


“Is that so?”


“Well wouldn’t you like to find out?”


I riffled through the cards. Sure she technically only needed 5 more wins but I was the same. In fact, I was in the lead. I merely needed to prevent her from reaching 6 points which automatically eliminated the possibility of that card being the King.


Which meant that my Queen of Spades should defeat whatever card that was there…unless that was what she wanted me to think. I combed through my hair. Without any additional knowledge, this was an elaborate game of scissors paper stone where all of my options were weighted equally. Or was it?


As I meandered on my thoughts, I glanced back at the camera. Her cards were tightly bundled together, only allowing me to peek at the top few: a Jack, a 10 and a 9. Was it arranged numerically? Was that card truly the Queen of Hearts? I shook my head, my fingers trembling a little.


Hostess Riley, proceed to make your move in the following minute. If not, we will consider you to be the loser of this entire game, granting full access for the player over your entire body.


Huh? There was a time limit?


When I was stationed here, that man only instructed me to play this game that he had created. He allowed me to alter the room to my advantage while passing me the bare necessities like both decks and the table. Not once had he informed me of this rule.


“Sounds like someone’s in trouble,” She licked against her muzzle, brushing against her canines, “Just play any card Riley, you’re winning me already.”


I glanced at my phone. Half a minute left. What do I do here? I didn’t see her Queen being in her hand so maybe her card was there but what about the possibility of her tricking me for the third time? She somehow had knowledge that I was peering through her han-Wait, maybe it was a double bluff and that she was trying to pull one of my stronger cards out like before or aghh I didn’t have time. I didn’t have time here!


Tossing out the deuce of spades face down, I panted. Kae giggled, “It’s only the third round, Riley. Why are you so scared already?” She leaned against her arm, scratching the underside, “Still can’t believe that I’m in this form.”


I flipped over my card. My arms stretched backwards, “If you wanted, you could turn back for every round you win.”


“Righttt… Or I could change you, right Riley?”


She raised her pitch using my name. Riley. Seriously, why was she so obsessed with this given name of mine? “Yes, Kae. You can change me however you like.”


The card flipped over to be a four of hearts, defeating my deuce of spades. Right after I said I had to try my best to prevent her from reaching 6 wins, I threw out my worst card and lost to her.


4 more wins till her victory. A doom’s day clock ticking ever so close to my defeat.  


Our current cardline was this:


(Defender) Kae: K, Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 3
(Attacker) Me:  Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3


She shuffled through her cards once again, “I’m shocked though.”


“Why?”


“It’s so safe. So risk adverse. What happened to miss mind reader here?”


“Just play your damn card already,” I paid close attention to her hand up on the camera. Her claws played back and forth between the Queen of Hearts and the Jack of Hearts. I glanced back at her chirpy expression.


Calm down, Ryan. My eyes periodically checked the camera before glancing back at her. My whole plan was destroyed because of that trick with her cards. It didn’t make sense with how she slid the cards onto the table, how were the cards practically swapped with each other.


If she had this skill, surely she would’ve done it in our 2nd match. But instead she just placed the cards in numerical order, making it so easy for me to win…? Wait, why did she do that? Was she betting that I would mess up?


“Riley, what’s with that stare? You’re scaring me, you know? Reminds me of my father.”


I raised my eyebrow, “Father?”


“Yeah my dad,” Pinching the Queen of Hearts, she shoved her card onto the table while her fanned cards immediately snapped back into one, “Kept scolding me for not being ‘manly’ enough and shit.”


“Ah…” I was never the best with small talk and this was something more personal than that. Surely, she could talk to her oth-Nevermind. In this form, any friends that she once had would leave her.


From my experience, in the usual city, I didn’t see many of these ‘furries’ out there. I had encountered a couple of them in passing before but it was usually in the alleyways or as security guards working. In here though, my suspicions were confirmed: The existence of a black market regarding this technology.


Dribbling with the cards, my eyes couldn’t be deceived about this. I saw her play the Queen of Hearts. My eyes were glued to that camera, seeing the card physically leave her hand and onto the table. No. This time I was going to win her.


As I played the Queen of Spades, I recalled how miserable most of these ‘furries’ were. Most people that changed either lost their entire identity or were chained to a company (similar to me) to toil out their lives. Now that I thought about it, I never encountered one outside of work. Like in casual wear. They were either at work or going to work.


“Yeah… how were yours? Hopefully better than mine,” She yipped, “It’s probably rich people's problems or something.”


I gulped. Rich? Something didn’t add up. Didn’t she say she needed this money? Oh, right she was asking, “They were...nice.”


“Nice only? Was expecting something better from someone working here. Bet your parents got you this job or something,” She flipped over the card, revealing the three of hearts again as she giggled, “Oh wow, guess I lose this round as well.”


Staring down at her, my fury raged within my heart as I revealed my card, “Silence bitch. Keep my parents out of your fucking mouth.”


She raised both of her hands, “Woah, woah. Chillllll,” Her words were slurring, drool dripping out of the side of her muzzle, “This is hitting-yip!- me harder than I expected.”


I slammed against the table. I watched her every move and she still managed to do her trick. What the fuck was going on? No. I clearly saw the Queen move away from her han- Wait, I couldn’t see it actually. I only saw the picture frame surrounding the royal card.


I blinked. Regardless of how many times I saw it, I couldn’t trust the reflection any longer. She merely snickered before bursting into laughter. Or maybe she was acting like a couple of drunk college kids.


3 rounds remained. My stomach twisted up in knots. Was this game always this sickening? This nauseating? I covered my mouth. Could feel the acid climbing up my throat, threatening me to puke it all out. She knew. She knew my plan, didn’t she? But I still couldn’t decipher anything at all.


Currently with the cardline of:


(Defender) Kae: K, Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5
(Attacker) Me:  J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3


I glanced away from her eyes. Even as her intelligence and mental capacity had decreased, Kae now felt scarier. The curtains that she had once placed around her were slowly unveiling itself; the knife that she held in her hands was now cutting close to my throat. Metaphorically speaking.


But if I just abandoned this system that I had built up for myself… Isn’t this game just a gamble? Just a reckless game of chance that I couldn’t understand or rationalize. I of course still had the advantage as the attacker yet this mounting dread was starting to suffocate me.


She threw out another card while placing the rest face down. Wasn’t it worse for her? Losing her gender, humanity and now even her intelligence. How could she still be fighting back without any hesitation on her part? All my other opponents would be panicking and irrationally stirring themselves to death. Granted it was a small sample size under 10 but Kae felt different. She had been pressuring me even at the very start with no hesitation.


Going back to my cards, my nerves were on edge. She won’t play King or Queen here. Which left her with the highest card of Jack. Let me slow down first. At this point with an unofficial 2- 4 scoreline, it would essentially inch her closer to winning this game, leaving me at arm’s reach.


I grabbed onto my arm. What was she going to do to me? Change me? She had been asking that question, asking what I was wagering and demanding to know what I was risking. Was this all planned?


Hostess Riley, proceed to make your move in the following minute. If not, we will consider you to be the loser of this entire game, granting full access for the player over your entire body.


The robotic voice shook me out of my thoughts. Fucking dammit. Why couldn’t that bastard tell me how much time each of us had? I glanced at my cards. No. I couldn’t play the Jack of Spades nor any small cards here. Any small cards would accelerate her game plan even further.


Slamming the nine of spades onto the table, her ears perked up, “Looks who's finally playing!”


“Whatever, let’s just get this game over,” My nine is a decently strong card, eliminating most of her options, aside from the top premium cards. This would at least even up the game.


She giggled, “Alright then. Whatever you say,” She revealed the Jack of Heart to my utter dismay. Why? What was she even thinking here? Why did she play such a strong card at thi- “Riley, your wrinkles are showing. For such a quiet beauty, you shouldn’t frown so much. Or are you thinking why was I playing the Jack so early?”


I flipped over my nine. This loss only ticked me closer to my demise. Once again, she managed to get ahead of me. What could I even do here? Try to outsmart her? I was on her palms, walking around aimlessly.


“Answer is prettttty simple if you think about it,” She tapped against her head, “Both of us know that I’m not playing my top two cards and you being the coward that you are, will be playing something strong here, wouldn’t you? But you don’t want to waste your Jack like the previous two rounds so like… doesn’t that leave the 10 or 9 left?” Her tail now wrapped around her as she smiled at me, “Was I right, Riley?”


Leaning back on my chair, the light in my eyes faded out. She read me like a book, with the plans completely written on my forehead. Now with our unofficial scoreline being 2-5, two wins were left.


She threw another card onto the table, “Isn’t this nice? Playing such a spicy game between the two of us?” Her last few words slurring as she scratched her orange fur.


I held my cards weakly by my side. This was almost the end. Two more wins for her and it was over. My goosebumps appeared throughout my arm. Was this another trap? Or was she putting this match to an end? I don’t know. I don’t know anything at all. Was there any point to me finishing this match?


Currently with the cardline of:


(Defender) Kae: K, Q, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5
(Attacker) Me:  J, 10, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3


What option did I have left? She had that scary 10 looming over my head, threatening to destroy most of my entire stash. No, wait. She made a mistake there. She played her own Jack which gave my 10 of spades some leeway. Not all hope was lost, right?


Mustering my strength, I played my 10. This has to go through. Unless she was using her most powerful two cards, this card surely could destroy her. Or at least halt her destruction. I glanced back at her, “So what brings you here?”


“Ka ching. Ka ching,” She rubbed against her fingers, “Isn’t that why anyone is here?” She revealed her card first, showing off her five of hearts. Tilting her head, she asked, “What’s yours?”


“Ten,” I grabbed hold of both cards to my side. Her eyes dilated slightly, couldn’t keep her focus on her cards. Effectively the scoreline was 3-5, “But you said your parents were rich?”  


“My Daddy is. Not this failure like me,” She played the top card face up, revealing the nine of hearts. Huh? What was she doing? Was she actually drunk here?


At the current state, our card line up was this:


(Defender) Kae: K, Q, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6
(Attacker) Me:  J, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3


But that card was forcing me to play my Jack wasn’t it? I stared down at that 9. Fuck sake. Even if I won this round, she would have three free wins from the King to the 10. Was there even a point to play the Jack here?


And if I didn’t play the Jack here…this would still be a win for her, making her reach even closer to her win. A hole opened up in my stomach. I had to risk it. I had to try and save my Jack to crush her 10.


I dealt my 3 out, granting her the win. Now with the effective scoreline of 3 - 6. I had to win everything starting from now and especially when her intelligence was compromised now.


This might be the last round I was playing… Clenching my fists, I kept track of the last card lineup:


(Defender) Kae: K, Q, 10, 8, 7, 6
(Attacker) Me:  J, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4


The critical point was that I had to play my Jack against her 10. Else I would lose regardless of what I did. Kae yipped and grunted, fanning the cards out facedown, “I…I pick you!”


Without looking at her cards, she glanced back at me, “So… let’s play.”


I gulped. Was she straddling against me in this final round? If it was just possibility wise, then my 8 was the best card to play. Half the time, I would win the round while the other third of the time, her offence would be delayed. Only the 10 would defeat me. A one out of six chance


She giggled a little, “What’s taking so longgg… Riley…”


It wasn’t as if I had any other option. I had to just trust in myself and put an end to this. One out of six chances of losing. That was less than a 20% chance to lose. With a deep breath, I pushed forward my eight hearts.


“Yipee,” She flipped over her 10 hearts.


My shoulders relaxed. There was nothing left that I could possibly do. Like a deer frozen as it stared down at the headlights, I could only resign to fate. She won here. Luck was a cruel lady, immediately shifting the tides to hers. Kae didn’t even see her damn cards and she still fucking won from a one out of six chance!


In a hushed voice, I announced, “I forfeit this… this match.”


Instantly, she sat up straight, wiping the drool off her muzzle, “Took you long enough, Riley.”


Beneath the table, my legs quivered. I didn’t want another change. Different possibilities soon popped up. An animal like her? An actual animal? Losing my sense of self? Why wasn’t she saying anything?


“So miss peepster, how did you like looking at my hand?”


“...when did you find out?”


She pointed to my camera, “2nd match onwards when you started panicking where I washed the cards. Now as for my prize,” She spun her finger around in which I closed my eyes. Fuck. Please. What was she thinking now? “Pass me ten grand first.”


I heaved a sigh of relief, “Alright will pass it to you once the game ends. Now le-”


“What’s with that sigh? Did you really think I’ll change you now?”


“Well since you’v-”


She stood up and leaned into me. Her muzzle barely an inch away from my widened eyes “I’ll change you once I completely crushed this little gambit of yours,” I gripped against the handles of my chair, trying to cover up my fear.


“Or,” Kae took a pregnant pause, “You could just forfeit the entire game and become my little bitch.”


Bitch? Was she serious? Was she that depraved of human connection?


Kae retreated back to her chair, passing the cards to me, “If you forfeit the game, I’ll make you my precious little bitch. Just a carefree pet that only devotes yourself fully to me, like my little pet.”


“What was in it for me?”


“Want to do an experiment of what bug the injection can change you into?” Her eyes glinted with mischief, “What about a worm? Or a feral bird? Do you want to be the first?”


“Huh…?” was all I could mutter out. I never saw a feral animal escaping out of the facility, just changed furries into their new rich owner’s vehicles. That fact didn’t reduce the fear factor from me, it only strengthened it. Turned into a worm and forced to dig my way through the dirt for the rest of my life? I rubbed against my face, feeling sweat dripping from me in buckets.


Kae tilted her head to the left. Her paws now held onto the deck of spades, “Let’s make this 4th match a quick one,” In swift motion, she played all 13 cards from left to right with a little smirk, “So what’s your choice, Riley?”


I shook my head, my throat tightened up. What do I do here? Do I trust her words? Or should I just fight on? I was still up 2-1 on her in terms of matches. She needed to win 2 more matches and here she was, seizing control of whatever confidence that I initially had.


Yet the possibility was running wild within my mind. This vixen was staring down at me and I had no way of guessing which cards were with which. I was going to be stabbing in the dark if I were to continue. This was myself at stake for crying out loud, one wrong move and my humanity would’ve been robbed from me.


My hands were now clammy while I could barely stand on my two feet. The risk was so high. The return was pathetic, allowing me to maintain my current life… Maybe her proposal wasn’t so bad. Humiliating? Most definitely. But at least I could survive in one piece, right?


“Say just for fun,” She looked up at me, brushing against her tail, “Imagine if you had a button. If you press this red button, you have a 10% chance of getting a billion dollars.”


“What’s the catch?”


“No catch. But on the 90% chance, you’ll owe someone 10 million, forcing you to become his slave for the rest of your life. Would you still press it?”


I glanced around the room. Why was she asking me this? Obviously, I wouldn’t press it. Why would I take so much risk just for a billion?


“Cause I would,” Her eyes glinted red.


“Are you crazy?” I said it out loud, “9 out of 10 times, you’ll be shackled with all that debt and to become a slave forever. What is wrong with you?’


She chuckled at a higher pitch, “Ah crazy? I suppose I am. Coming all this way to gamble my entire body just for this. So what’s your choice?”


I widened my eyes before covering them with my hand. She wanted this? She was betting for herself to win this gambit and make it out as the victor after losing the first two matches? Just for her ideal form? I felt sick. Sick at knowing someone would do this deliberately. She was playing with the deck stacked against her for crying out loud, she surely must be mad to do such a thing.


Absurd. Irrational. Nonsensical. This person before my eyes was either stupid or daring to even go for her ideals. What about me? If I wanted to, I could have just stopped gambling as a whole. I could have just been working somewhere else that guarantees me money.


And I should have left all of this behind me. All of it. I only found it fun since it was the easiest way to get spare change. It was my mini-money printer without any of the pains that came with work.


But against her? This type of insane person? Terrified wouldn’t even begin to describe how I felt. Her eyes stared down at me, trying to deduce each of my moves before crushing me. I was no more than her prey. Her little obstacle to get what she wanted.


After all, a 10% success rate was simply lunatic to go for.


Shivers ran down my body. I was saving my own skin here. I wasn’t the insane one, trying to push forward and risking my entire life. Yet, I didn’t want to lose my humanity nor my gender. It would be permanent. Permanent to be her bitch for a lifetime.


I gulped. My vision blurred a little. No. I was smarter than to go through with this. I knew I had the advantage but the risk for it was too high. What was the point? The point of winning the next two rounds? I’ll still be stuck here as a Hostess, still repaying my debt. And here she was threatening to crush me into some feral animal.


“So Riley, what’s your choice?” She winked at me, “Don’t keep a girl like me waiting.”


Sweat continued to drip from my cheeks. My lips quivered. Fuck. I knew what I had to say but the words weren’t coming out. No, this was the right decision. It was as if she had Queens while I had Jacks; I must fold here. A 20% chance to win wasn’t enough for me, damn it!


“I… forfeit the game…” I croaked out, feeling my body going limp.


She rolled her eyes before muttering, "Disappointing.”


I took a deep breath. Sorry to disappoint but I wasn’t going to let her ruin my life over this gambit.


With the player winning, you may now enforce two of the three options:


* Obtain another 10K
* Changing the Hostess Riley’s Mind  
* Changing the Hostess Riley’sGender
* Changing the Hostess Riley’s Species


In addition, you have the choice to repay Hostress Riley’s debt of 45 grand or plunge her deeper into debt of 90 grand.


She snapped her fingers, “I’ll buy her then. She’s legally now mine, right?”


“Wait, how was that supposed to work?” I rebutted, putting my hand up. Her chains around her ankle broke, allowing her to walk towards me, eyes staring into my soul, “Wh-what was going on? I agreed to be your bitch but I’m not legally yours… right?”


That is a matter between the two of you to settle. You may now claim your winnings.


“Well then Riley,” She twirled her finger, “Are you ready to be mine?”


I blushed red, “...yes?”


“Then we’ll need some training, don’t we?” She placed her hand out, “Sit, Riley.”


My body moved on its own. Instinctively, I sat on the ground, my head glancing up to her. My tongue came out, panting, “Wha-what are you doing to me?”


“Aww, you’re such a good girl!” Her own paws petted against my head, causing me to nuzzle up to them. I… kinda liked the feeling despite its humiliation…I wanted her eyes to continue being on me, to keep showering me with attention, “Now what do you call me?”


“Kae…?” My hair grew longer, stretching below my shoulders now. The strands of them turned paling blonde. She shook her head. Worries multiplied in my head. All of the fear that I once had had simply shifted side into concerning her wellbeing. Did I do something wrong? What should I even call her? “Mistress?”


She petted me against my chin while I leaned close to her paws, embracing her warmth. Fuck. She must be mentally altering my thoughts because every touch she gave was pouring dopamine into my veins. Was it really that bad though? She allowed me to surrender, shouldn’t I be grateful for my Mistress?
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