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Tiffany had to accept a hard truth...she wasn't that good. Her mind tried to backpedal a bit, but she wouldn't completely deny the truth. She was good at hacking, but she wasn't great at it; she could easily hack their website and change the details, but not in such a short amount of time.

'Besides,' Tiffany thought to herself, 'We'll just shoo off the robot again and I'll get my second chance at freedom.'

Deciding to avoid looking suspicious, both girls walked away from the desk computer and stood aside the desk. The robot quickly rolled into the room, and seemed almost entirely focused on the task of cleaning, which the girls took as a good sign, but apparently they were underestimating the robot. "Why is your pet in an aggressive position, owner Tiffany Smith?"

Samantha was about to respond, but Tiffany decided now was the time to reassert her dominance. "I'm not a pet!" She crossed her arms and attempted to be intimidating. To Samantha, she was, despite being completely naked and covered in dirt.

To the robot, it was worried for a different reason. "Tiffany Smith, your pet is in an aggressive position and barking in a loud manner. Premiere Resort suggests -"

Tiffany interrupted. "I'M Tiffany Smith, and I'm tired of you screwing with my vacation." She said loudly. The robot tried to interject, but Tiffany went on. "Now, go get more cleaning supplies or something, leave us alone for a few minutes, whatever it takes for you to get away."

She was attempting to be even more intimidating now...but the robot felt nothing, while Tiffany felt a shock. "Ow!"

The robot turned to Samantha. "Tiffany Smith, your pet is misbehaving, and as owner you must be more responsible for your pet or shall receive consequences." Samantha recalled the worries the Flight Service robot mentioned, like abnormal fines and police involvement and who knows what else, and Samantha really wanted to avoid that.

"Um, look, I understand my sister, er, pet," Tiffany jolted angry eyes at Samantha for that, but she pressed on. "I understand you think she's hostile, but this is just her way of expressing herself." Samantha actually had to pause at that, because she realized it wasn't a lie, even though it was supposed to be. Samantha realized she needed to reflect heavily on Tiffany's attitude, but that had to wait. "Besides, I can't control her anyway, my phone is dead, her phone and tablet are left on the plane, and all our stuff got lost in transit."

The robot seemed to take a moment to process this, and rolled away from the formerly muddy floor. 'Efficient,' Samantha thought to herself.

The robot went to the computer, clicked some things, and addressed Samantha. "Tiffany Smith, in order to further regulate your pet, we will be sending you a remote control for your Shock Collar Device, Trademark Copyright Registered." Samantha was confused, and asked for the robot to explain. "This remote will allow you to control your pet's obedience functions, no matter where you are in the resort."

"Does it come with a removal option?" Samantha imagined that would be too good to be true, but she had to hope for Tiffany's sake.

The robot seemed to process, and then continued. "Yes." Both girls lit up hearing this. "This function may only be activated in select areas, such as your hotel room, but it is possible, though not recommended, and the collar must be reattached before leaving select areas."

Samantha looked happily to her sister. "This is it, sis. We get that remote and all is clear."

The robot piped in again. "Once ordered, it will cost 200 pesos, or in US money, approximately $10."

Samantha's jaw dropped. "Wh-what?

The robot repeated itself, and Samantha growled to herself. "No! I HAD $10, but I spent it to...buy the collar..."

Now it was Tiffany's turn to drop her jaw. Everything was falling into place...against her. She had specifically designed this trip to remove the option of clothes, to **** Samantha to be put into the pet carrier, to somehow get her naked, to make sure she had no means of getting out of it with money, or even the ability to talk, and to eventually, if possible, make her want to be a petgirl. Not to mention all the toys and gear she had shipped to the hotel room before they arrived. She even made sure the girls could not get out of the situation with money. She had convinced Samantha to only carry an emergency $10, to pack her wallet and credit cards into the suitcases, to have them sent to the wrong location, and Tiffany had made the bold decision to make Samantha pay for the collar, even though Tiffany could have used her own money from her pockets, now long adopted by Flight Services. Everything was meticulously planned...and to her even greater frustration, just thinking about being in this situation was turning Tiffany on something fierce.

'N-not that I want to be a petgirl,' Tiffany hastily reminded herself. 'I just, um, it's just the roleplaying I'm doing.' Granted, Tiffany had managed to get her speech ability back...but everything else meant to transform Samantha into her naked petgirl had been successfully applied to her. 'Okay, okay, calm down, you're too invested in the role, you gotta think this through.'

Luckily for Tiffany, the robot gave them a saving grace. "It seems your account does hold $10 on it." The girls both asked how, but the robot didn't have access to that information, only saying it was listed as a recompense. Both girls would come to realize this was due to the loss of clothing and compensating for the collar. Considering almost all of Tiffany's clothing could be valued much higher than $10, this was a massive rip-off, but for now it was a saving grace.

"Please!" Samantha begged. "Use it, and get us that collar!" The robot acknowledged and begun to process the request. Tiffany could argue to stop this, since it WAS her money, but she wasn't going to argue against freedom now.

The robot then turned to the girls. "Your remote has been ordered, and will be arriving in 3 to 5 business days."

Samantha got into the robot's face. "That's NOT acceptable!" She angrily motioned to Tiffany. "You may think she is a pet, but she's not, she's a human, and my sister, and we NEED the remote as soon as possible."

The robot bowed. "I understand, however, due to the location of our resort, this IS the fastest shipping speed." Samantha wanted to argue, but the robot went even further. "Besides, your pet can not be human, as she is not listed as such in our systems."

Samantha railed against the robot, trying to question what kind of pet Tiffany was supposed to be, but the robot could not identify her. And it's not like Tiffany could hack their hardware to have better recognition technology.

"It is possible, though highly unlikely, your pet can be considered human." Tiffany saw the rage boiling in Samantha again. Samantha had never been so angry, so defensive of Tiffany. And then it got worse. "Perhaps she was a human, but she is now your pet. She is both, you can say. A petgirl."

This rang like a bourdon in Tiffany's mind. Had it really gotten this far gone? 'N-no!' Tiffany demanded. 'It's...it's just a temporary setback! I can fix this!'

"No one wants this! Why would either of us WANT to be a petgirl?!" The next bourdon rang, and it was even more heart-wrenching for Tiffany to hear.

The rest of what Samantha said seemed to blur. It had gotten too far now, and Samantha was now viewing the concept negatively, maybe even too negatively to recover from. Tiffany felt lightheaded, and it took all her strength to not collapse to the ground. Instead, she slowly, carefully, lowered to the ground. Samantha called out her sister out of worry, but she was lost in her own thought. Tiffany sat on the ground, just like a dog, deciding she needed to calm down and think.

The robot took advantage of this. "See? Your pet accepts her role, you should as well, or else." Samantha whirled to the robot, and bluntly asked what 'or else' meant. "Or else you will be fined $15000, arrested and delivered to Cancun police, relieved of all carriable items, and temporarily lose possession of pet Samantha Smith."

That managed to finally shut Samantha down. She too started to get lightheaded at the thought. The girls both had quickly gone from aggressive, determined, and maybe even hopeful...to absolutely defeated, and drenched in despair. The robot, as one would expect, did not notice any of this and merely barked an order at them. "Now, please leave the premises. Your ordered remote should arrive in 3 to 5 business days."

Too stunned to think further, the girls merely turned and left, one walking and one crawling, but both doing so robotically.

Once out of the building, the automatic doors shut. The snap of such seemed to snap Samantha out of her trance. She looked over to Tiffany, who was still lost in hers. She had never seen her little sister like this, devoid of confidence, and she was almost baffled that it could even happen. 'The woman who stripped so confidently in the airport, who raged and asserted herself at every step...I guess even she reached a limit.

The thought saddened her greatly, but she knew they had no time for this. Samantha reached out, and helped Tiffany stand up. Tiffany, still a bit shaken, reflexively grabbed her sister's hand and stood. Dusting off some of the dirt from her naked sister, Samantha gave her a weak smile. Samantha wished she could make it a stronger grin, but she figured that they'd need a plan first before she could be more positive.

"Don't..." Samantha sighed. "Don't worry, sis. I'll...I'll think of something. You're not going to be **** into this...petgirl situation." Samantha tried to give Tiffany a comforting smile, but Tiffany still seemed worried. 'That's fair,' Samantha thought to herself. She began to gaze back to the trees across from the building, and began to filter through various ideas to get Tiffany through the next few days.

Tiffany, on the other hand, was stuck on Samantha's words, and the words the robot had left them with.

"**** into this...petgirl situation."

"Perhaps she was a human, but she is now your pet."

"No one wants this! Why would either of us WANT to be a petgirl?!"

It was almost like watching Tiffany's entire life fade away to nothing. Tiffany had spent years wanting this. She never questioned why, at least to not any significant degree, and had assumed that, when she put her plans to action, she's succeed gracefully. Instead...her sister's declaration haunted her. 'Why wouldn't she want to be a petgirl? Shouldn't...everyone?' Tiffany realized she had been saying she didn't want to be, and was just accepting the role for the fun of it, or to accelerate her plans. But her plans were burning, and she had to take on a new idea. An idea that, maybe, for Samantha to see the joys of being a petgirl, Tiffany would have to WANT to be a petgirl.

Tiffany began to shake at the prospect. 'This is taking the roleplay too far! I can't do it! Forget lying and just be honest!' Her mind was practically begging her to stop...but then she looked ahead of her. Leaning against the building was a Samantha. Not the sister she flustered by this disaster of a vacation, but the cool, confident imaginary sister, who dared to challenge to Tiffany. It was almost as if this imaginary Samantha was calling her out on her cowardice. Tiffany could just imagine the words on the fake's lips: 'You can't commit.'

For some reason, this mental image was enough. Tiffany knew Samantha would never really taunt her like this, yet even as a fake, she had a point. If Tiffany truly wanted a petgirl...she would have to be it. 'F-for now...for now...'

Biting her lip, Tiffany leaned, kneeled, and finally sat like a dog. Samantha, who was busy contemplating a solution, took a moment to notice, but when she did, she was incredibly confused. "Tiffany, you don't have to do that, we're away from the robot."

Tiffany was shocked at what she was doing, but she realized this was the last chance she had. If she didn't fully commit, she'd never make her plan a reality. Sitting like the pet she had to be, she gazed up at her sister. "C-considering...we're stuck in this situation...maybe we should...accept it?"

"I don't understand..."

Tiffany had to admit, even SHE didn't understand anymore, but desperation was pushing her to go far beyond anything reasonable. She had to say, to do, to even feel something bold to convince her sister. "I've...decided this is what I want. And..." Tiffany had to gulp down her fears. "And...at least me being a petgirl...will make this whole vacation easier on both of us."

"So...you're saying you're okay with...being like this?"

Tiffany slowly nodded. 'If I want Samantha to want to be a petgirl...I have to learn to want it to. Just until the remote arrives, then...by then she'll understand...and she'll want to try this life too.' Tiffany had to admit to herself this idea sounded too crazy to work...but it had to. She gazed up to her sister, her eyes pleading. "Please...let me be your petgirl..."

Samantha was speechless. She had no idea what was going on with Tiffany, and she knew it wasn't just a case of a protective sibling, but Tiffany was right. They were stuck. The remote could take the entire week to arrive, and they were now devoid of funds, so there really was no way to get around it. 'How did so much bad luck fall onto us at once?' Samantha shook her head.

"Tiffany, I..." Samantha tried to say something, but couldn't think of anything to say.

Tiffany then lifted the leash to Samantha. If Samantha took it, then there was a chance this could all come back around. If not, then maybe Tiffany's petgirl dreams were finally dashed.