Bite

You bite the slobbering tongue of the dog-girl while it's invading your mouth, and she lets out a squeaking yelp as she's sent reeling. Her paws push against you and she leaps back, scurrying away.

With your slimy face free, you lift your head to see the blonde turning her attention to you again. "Hey! Bad kitty!" she yells, sending a shiver down your spine as the collar takes hold of you once more. An animal terror leaves you frozen as she jumps up to stand over your supine form, a frown on her pretty face.

"Naughty girl!" she yells, lifting something in her hand. You're able to see the spray bottle for just a moment before a spritz of water in your face makes you flinch back, eyes screwed shut against the torrent of the blonde's scolding.

You curl against the floor while the spraying commences unrelenting. She repeats the phrase "Bad kitty!" multiple times amid the spritzing, keeping you turning and flinching, no position on the carpet safe from the shower, your hair and costume quickly soaked. Each hiss from the bottle leaves you more and more ashamed of yourself, and the urge to run rises against the collar's paralysis. You utter a plaintive meow between sprays, wiping at your dripping face.

The blonde girl relents, her onslaught of water abating, and then you hear a huff and feel the collar grabbed from the back. "Bad kitties get punished."

You're left mewling and blinking away droplets as you're dragged by the neck across the room. A metallic clang behind you precedes a forceful push into an enclosure of grates and bars surrounded by piled plushies. With a final shove of her foot to your backside, the blonde girl stuffs you inside a cage almost too small to fit you. You're left on your back with your legs folded close, barely able to squirm and sit upright as the door slams shut on your butt.

The blonde looks down at you with a pout, displeasure written in her eyes. Then she hops up to the top of the cage, and your world is enshrouded in pink skirts as she sits down on the wire of the roof, her own butt bare against the bars. You're stuck hugging your knees to your shoulders trying to manage a comfortable position. You can hear the dog-girl whimpering in the corner all the while.

"I'll be here while you think about what you've done. In the meantime..."