Affini that take a cute kitty girl and turns her into a puppy girl as punishment.
She’s trying to protest but all she can do is bark and whine, effect of a generous amount of Class-W… Even her sharp claws are gone! She’s totally helpless.
Brought on walks, she receives more pats than she ever has before.. Her stiff ears and now floppy, a sensation both overwhelming and alienating whenever other affini touch them.
Everything smells so strong, so defined. A cacophony of senses, even her eyes are now forced to see her own snout at all time, permanent witness of her new fate.. She can't run away from this, from her owner or from herself.
Her small kitty bed is too tight, she is forced to sleep on the floor, at the feet of her Mistress' be to keep warm.
"Do you understand what we are capable now, puppy?
You see, you could never escape from this. I've given you your ears, your tail, and still that wasn't enough. You just HAD to go pretend to be one of those proud cats, didn't you? Well, no more of that*.
Her owner pats her on the head, her touch so full of care and kindness despite the brutality of this mistreatment.. She longs for her old form, to be agile, swift.. Now she's just nothing but a clumsy dog. A stupid, stinky, clumsy dog. How could anyone love this? And yet.. Mistress is showing her so much care..
*Now you're a puppy.
An adorable, helpless, clueless puppy.
You can't even talk...
This is very pathetic, you know? And yet do you see this? I still care for you. I still want you. Your Terran pride holds no place here.
Whatever you are, you WILL be cared for.
This is threat.
This is a truth.*
These words connect so deeply within that pup's heart. These affirmations penetrating layers upon layers of doubt and worries. She does not know why, but all of this rings so incredibly true.. This feels so wrong, yet all objections are deflected from her puppy mind as she looks at her owner with a deep, longing gaze.
*It's almost impossible for pups not to be obsessed with their owner, you know?
It's almost ingrained in them to obey, to be trained...
And you will love this.
This is the start of your new becoming.
Now, bark for me.*
There's no hesitation from that floret, and she lets out the most adorable, most natural bark from her cute lips.
*ARF*
*CLICKS*
*Good dog.
So obedient.
You won't get your preferred form back until you've fully given in, and this is your first step in the right direction.*