Day 4: Blissful Denial

Tiffany's eyes slowly opened, and in turn her dream left. She could barely remember it, but it felt natural and real. Though the details were too vague to place, she remembered feeling wet, craving pleasure, and being totally naked. Tiffany realized all three were still true, minus one exception. While she was almost entirely naked, Tiffany's collar was still firmly linked around her neck.

Grumbling and pulling on the collar pointlessly, Tiffany felt her frustrations return. The events of last night were as vague as her dream. She knew something had happened last night that gave her something wonderful, but she had trouble remembering anything beyond feeling immense pleasure. Still laying curled in the dog bed, Tiffany closed her eyes again, trying to remember what happened.

Each memory slowly faded back to her. Memories of crawling around the complex, of getting spanked repeatedly, and of fingering herself aggressively as her sister coddled her came back to her mind. And Tiffany immediately regretted remembering all this, cringing at how quickly her past self succumbed to her needs. Even worse, she was still in a high state of arousal. She couldn't even deny it, as her fingers were still slowly pumping inside her pussy.

With great effort, Tiffany removed her fingers, and felt dejected for doing so. Despite such a powerful orgasm, she still wanted more...she needed more. 'No I don't. Stop thinking about it.'

To distract herself, Tiffany decided to sit up and look around and see if Samantha was awake. She didn't see her around, and noticed that her bed was empty as well. She did see her shoes, so she assumed she was still here, yet she heard nothing from the bathroom, the only other room with a door in the apartment.

Just as Tiffany was about to start crawling around the room, she heard the bathroom door open. And of course, out walked Samantha, still lightly wet from a shower, and wearing only a towel. Tiffany's pussy immediately begged for more attention. "Ah, Tiffany, you finally woke up!"

Fighting off the urges with confusion, Tiffany tilted her head to the left, giving a quizzical tilt. She looked toward the window of the hotel. "It's not that late, is it?"

Samantha giggled. "Well, it's almost noon now. I was worried at first, but, well, I figured you were having a good dream and I didn't want to interrupt." Samantha naturally looked down, and got a perfectly framed view of Tiffany's pussy.

Following Samantha's gaze, Tiffany grew defiant and covered herself, not so much for modesty, but to hope to silence the urges with a simple touch. "You act like I'm some needy animal."

"You were pretty needy last night, if we're being honest."

Despite falling deeper into her pleasure, Tiffany allowed her defiance to push through. "No...no I wasn't!" Tiffany looked away from her, trying to focus on a small spot on the wall, her fingers slowly sliding up and down her pussy. "I'll admit I was...pent up, but I..." Tiffany fell silent, her focus on conversation fading to favor a different action.

"Yes?" Samantha was trying to resist smirking, but she was starting to enjoy seeing Tiffany get flustered.

Tiffany's breathing was getting closer to panting, and her fingers were starting to move enough that even Samantha could notice. "I was only pent up...to show you...to show you an important part of being a petgirl."

"What's that?" Samantha asked with sincere curiosity.

Tiffany didn't answer for several moments. Every stroke was more distracting than the last, and only had a vague idea that she was supposed to be having a conversation. The thought of that conversation, of embarrassing herself further in from of Samantha, of submitting further, of truly letting herself fall into the role, of being Samantha's horny, naked, crawling pet...felt very appealing...

"Tiffany?" Samantha asked with a trace of concern.

It was minor, but enough to let Tiffany's desire for control finally win out, and she managed to slow her fingers to a stop. They still touched her lower lips, but Tiffany had finally managed to control herself. Pussy still throbbing for attention, Tiffany tried to wear a look of confidence as she turned to Samantha. "As a pet...you have to learn...sometimes you have to wait...before you get to...cum." Just saying the word was enough to get Tiffany's pace to return. She turned her head back to the wall, and hoped Samantha didn't notice her needy nature for self-pleasure.

Samantha's eyes nearly bulged out of her head, so surprised that Tiffany would increase her pace so quickly again. Luckily, Tiffany's eyes were still focused on the wall, so she didn't notice the surprise. Samantha decided she needed to play things cool if she was going to keep in control. "Hmm, I see, I see," Samantha said. "Well, you're definitely teaching me a lot, I'll give you that."

Now Tiffany was the one smirking. "Oh yes, dear sister. At this rate, you'll truly understand...the joys...of being a petgirl..."

"You know, I do kind of understand now, considering." Tiffany looked over, confused, her hand still moving moderately around her mound. "I mean, considering you haven't stopped playing with yourself since you woke up, this must be pretty good."

Tiffany blushed and grew angry. "Y-yes...no, I mean, yes, it is good, for...for certain people!"

"But not you?"

Knowing Tiffany had to prove her point, she somehow **** herself to pull her hand away, a small whimper at the parting. "No. I'm only doing this...to play the part."

Samantha bit back another smirk. "You play it well."

"Thank you," Tiffany said, still a bit exasperated. "It's the only way you'll learn the joys of being a pet."

Shrugging, Samantha decided to give Tiffany the win. "Yeah, perhaps you're right. I'll concede for now, your lessons are entertaining at the very least." Tiffany's mood switched into triumph, and she tried to sit as proudly as possible.

That sense of pride quickly converted to astonishment as Samantha dropped her towel. "Wh-what are you..."

"Oh, I'm just getting changed." Samantha nonchalantly walked over to the clothes basket. "I really wanted to head out to the pool." She looked back to Tiffany, who made no attempt to hide her expression of stunned arousal. "Don't worry, if I go streaking, it'll only be at night," she added with a wink.

Tiffany's brain, now becoming overloaded by a different sort of arousal, desperately tried to kick back in. "W-wait, you...you want to go streaking again?"

Finally, this got Samantha to blush. "Well...I kind of did last night, after you fell asleep. I didn't want to wake you."

The petgirl crawled toward her still naked sister, both to get more answers...and to get a closer look. "Why would you do that? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you have come along?"

Samantha was surprised by the more needy attitude, but tried to ignore it as she got dressed. "Eh, I mean, I guess...I guess I still needed some time alone to think. That and uh, well..."

"Yes?" Tiffany was now right in front of Samantha. She could see Samantha's pussy, and watched as it sadly disappeared behind panties.

With a sigh, Samantha finally admitted, "I...well, after you got your...release, I didn't get to have my turn. And I didn't want to wake you, so I...I found those showers again, and...had my own fun."

Surprisingly, Tiffany seemed offended. "Well, don't do that again. You cumming is one thing, but I want to be there."

"Uh...why?"

"Because..." Tiffany knew she had to be careful with her choice of words next. She needed to keep up a dominant attitude, but not scare off her sister. "Because we're sisters! We're on vacation together, and we should do as much as we can together."

Samantha felt confused and unsure, so she didn't want to answer Tiffany right away. She wondered if this was another grasp at dominance by Tiffany, or if she was, even subconsciously, seeking something else. "Well, I don't know if I agree with that entirely. But I guess I'll think about it while I'm at the pool."

"While WE'RE at the pool, you mean. I need to stay by your side, it's important for your learning after all."

Naturally, Samantha rolled her eyes. "Tiff, even if you weren't keeping yourself naked, you're crawling around like a pet. How do you expect to get away with that?"

Tiffany, feeling quite smart and proud of herself, posed as triumphantly as she could. "Easy! The robots run this resort, and they have me registered as a pet. As long as I keep acting like a pet, they won't take any complaints seriously, and people will just have to learn and accept who I am, and who I want to be!"

Samantha gazed intently at her naked sister, still surprised at her enthusiasm for taking on the role, and a bit unsure of the plan. Samantha was well aware the artificial intelligence of this place was far below any acceptable level, so Tiffany was probably right. Still, Samantha needed to be truly convinced if she was going to accept this. "Well, if you really want to come along, I guess I can't stop you. But you're probably going to be seen by a lot of people...and you'll be naked, and probably even horny. Are you really sure about this?"