Not alone

The compartment was probably two feet tall, maybe six feet wide and I couldn’t tell how deep. I turned and in the darkness I noticed the faintest red light that made a shadow appear in front of me. It looked like my own but then it moved in a way that I did not. I turned back towards the compartment door and tried to **** it open. It wouldn’t budge as I felt completely ****, naked and with no means to defend myself.

I felt something very cold grab at my ankle. I screamed in shock.

“Please don’t hurt me!” I yelled at whatever it was.

I heard what sounded like something vibrating; a clicking sound of some kind. I felt whatever it was pull at me and I turned to it after kicking proved near impossible in my harness. I tried to face whatever it was since I couldn’t escape. The faint light made me realize whatever it was was very close. I could start to feel it breathing on me. I feared the worst but then... it started to lick my face. I reached towards it as far as my hand would go in the harness and felt soft human skin, I felt more and grazed their breast. I was embarrassed to touch her there even though as a petgirl she and I probably both had to get used to it. It was another petgirl, just like me. I cursed realizing I was already internalizing my new identity.

“Are you okay?” I asked. Despite all I’d already gone through I was concerned with this other person’s well being.

They didn’t respond just more clicking.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I tried to put their mind at ease knowing how much fear I had a few moments ago.

They still didn’t respond though they licked my face again.

“Did they hurt you? Did they make it so you can’t talk?” I put my hand on top of her arm trying to be friendly, I noticed she was very cold.

I started to think either she couldn’t speak or had been conditioned not to over the course of her training. I was already in pretty bad shape after only a couple hours. She could’ve been down here months or even longer. She had it even worse than me. She could have experienced so much trauma she forgot she was ever a person. I imagined what she’d been through and got pretty shaken up.

“I’m Mary. Do you remember your name?” I tried to connect.

“Shhhh.” They finally responded.

“Is my talking bothering you? Have you been harmed? I won’t hurt you. Like I said I’m Mary.” I waited in silence for her to respond.

“Don’t use that name!” She finally used words and sounded angry.

“What? What do you mean?” I asked trying to use a soothing tone.

“Mary. Don’t use that name you’ll be in big trouble. I shouldn’t be talking. They revoked my voice privileges but if they hear you calling yourself by your human name you’ll get disciplined. I’m Dot. What’s your real name?”

“My real name is Mary.” I responded trying to make it clear I wouldn’t be called a petname.

I heard something move through the air and she had slapped me in the face.

“Ow, what the fuck?!” Also that made me realize she didn’t have a harness like me since she could move her arms that way.

“Don’t use that name. You are not a person and they’ll hurt you if you pretend you are.” She said in a hurried tone. She sounded pretty shaken up and scared.

“Okay, Okay, she’s calling me ‘Babycakes’.” I said trying not to roll my eyes even though she couldn’t see them.

“Hi Babycakes.”she said sounding relieved.

“How long have you been here?” I asked trying to get to know my apparent roommate.

“I don’t know. A while. I lost track a while back. They try to make you forget human things like time and days.” She sounded really sad.

She was shivering and for the first time I noticed it was freezing in here. The clicking sound had been her teeth chattering. It was air conditioning at a completely unnecessary level.

“Are you okay? You’re really cold? Do they give us blankets or heat or anything?” I asked trying to help her not be so cold.

“No. I’m kinda used to it though.” She said through chattering teeth.

I wanted to help her but there weren’t any real solutions I could think of.