Internal conflict

Lucy watched lights shift behind the windows in the house. She imagined it was from some sort of disco ball or something to add to the party. 'Lucky' wasn’t a word she’d use to describe herself, but she did feel like being out here was better than being inside.

Hey, my near overwhelming arousal and constantly wet pussy worked to my advantage for once, she told herself.

The two strangers got up, and Lucy panicked thinking they were coming to her while she was completely exposed and ****, but they just went inside. Another girl came out to smoke a cigarette and then played on her phone. She paid no real attention to Lucy but her presence made it so she couldn’t attempt any kind of human behavior.

Time was difficult to tell as the party went on. The cold was becoming difficult to deal with so she would pace back and forth on her cable, but it wasn’t enough as she couldn’t build any real speed moving on all fours. The next idea she tried was to curl up into a ball, but it didn’t work either. She considered masturbating for warmth and pleasure but the girl was still there and she might tell Abigail. Trying to distract herself from shivering she stared at the girl for a while, who didn’t even seem to notice her. The idea that there was a naked person being kept as a pet outside wasn’t of any note to her.

But the time alone meant time for Lucy to think. Escape was not currently possible so she couldn’t think about that. Instead she focused on the state of her life. The feeling of loneliness was becoming overwhelming. If she was ever going to have another relationship with a person, she was going to have to accept a human-pet relationship. Sure that meant accepting that she was a pet, but maybe that would be better than fighting all the time. Being alone was almost as bad of a feeling as being not human, and she was doing both by resisting.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she started to feel the need to pee. Lucy realized fighting the indignity would just make things worse. Moving to the furthest the cable would allow to one end, she spread her legs slightly and peed. Peeing outside didn’t have to be so bad as long as she could move from the spot. Dripping dry was awkward but maybe not awful. Plus she didn’t have to worry about the usual risk of staining her underwear since she’d never be allowed to wear any again.

Maybe things didn’t have to be so bad, she tried to tell herself, maybe if she just stopped resisting and went along with what the world wanted she could be happy instead of feeling so damn tired. She moved away from the spot where she peed and towards the center of the cable runner. She tried to ignore the pee dripping down her thighs, mixing with her vaginal juices, and tried to convince herself this was the new normal.

Suddenly she heard a giggle pretty close by. The girl was apparently now interested in watching her. She dropped her cigarette and stepped on it, grinding her foot to put it out. The blonde came right up to her and put her hand out, and Lucy sniffed it trying to play her part.

She got down on one knee and started to rub Lucy’s head. She smelled like smoke but was being very gentle.

“Aren’t you pretty?” she cooed while crouching down.

This girl was nice, she wasn’t doing anything wrong by petting her and calling her pretty, Lucy told herself. Her smile also seemed sincere like she was generally interested in Lucy and not just wanting to play with her body.

“My name’s Tonya. And you are...” she grabbed Lucy’s collar and read the tag, “...Lucy. It’s very nice to meet you Lucy.”

Tonya started to pet Lucy’s back and Lucy continued to try and tell herself it was okay. Panic struck her however as her hand got close to her butt and she cowered. She realized she didn’t have even the slight protection Abigail might afford her.

“Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you,” she said, then started rubbing Lucy’s head again, “Is that better?”

Lucy looked back up to her and accepted her nice pets. That didn’t stop her from being cold and shivering though.

“Oh goodness, are you cold?”

Not waiting for an answer the girl pulled Lucy onto her lap and wrapped her arms around her. The embrace and the clothes against her did warm Lucy up. The arm wrapped against her did touch her breasts, and her pussy and ass were on the girl's leg, but it still felt nice being held.

“No one, animal or human, should have to be cold and alone,” Tonya said.

Lucy nuzzled against her. In that moment, the feeling of not being alone and being cared about was more important than anything else.

The warm moment was interrupted by the sudden realization that she was likely staining the young lady’s pants with her juices and pee, and she got nervous about being abandoned or punished. Lucy got up and saw the wet spot on her leg. She started to bend down and licked it trying to clean her pants in a quick and nervous manner. Tasting herself she was almost used to, but her pee was new. It didn’t taste as bad as she imagined though, plus it was severely diluted in her juices.

The girl just caressed her cheek.

“It’s okay. I took that risk when I snuggled you. It’s not your fault.”

Lucy stopped licking and got back on Tonya’s lap. She surrendered herself to being held, and she cried in catharsis. Just being less alone was worth it at least for now. She never wanted this moment to end. Lucy sighed deeply and after a few minutes fell asleep in her arms.

She woke up and the girl was getting up and laying her on the ground gently. Lucy got up and tried to follow on all fours. She looked up longingly since the cable wouldn’t let her go far at all.

“I’m sorry pretty girl but it’s well past time I leave. I did enjoy our time together so much.”

Lucy realized that was one of the dangers of the human-pet relationship. Humans could choose when they wanted to see her but she didn’t get to choose when she got to see them. This was another tough lesson but one she needed to learn if she really was going to try and accept being a pet. Tonya disappeared inside the house and she was alone again. She didn’t even think that about how this might be a chance to speak and that was so rare.

The opportunity was missed when suddenly she saw what looked like several drunken people stumbling to the backyard.