Bag of Booty

"Why don't you just grab the whole bag of toys?" You ask. "I think Annabelle would get a laugh out of your gag."

You're not sure what Ashley will do, but after looking at Annabelle's door for a while she starts walking down the hall with a grumble. "Go ahead and get comfortable inside, you don't have to wait for me out here."

Annabelle unlocks the door for you and Tibby and you enter her apartment, leaving the door open for Ashley as she leads you to her play room. It looks much like it did the last time you were here, the most notable change being a sturdy rope hanging from the ceiling by the bed. It has an attachment for something at the bottom, but there's nothing connected to it right now.

You sit down on the bed, Tibby in the middle with one of you on either side. A few minutes later Ashley comes in with one of the bags Tibby had with her on the day you adopted her. "What do you have there?" Annabelle asks.

Ashley's face is still pink. "Lots of stuff. Most of it is Tibby's, so if you have any smart comments direct them at her."

A carefree Tibby swings her legs casually as she smiles up at her. "Sure Ash, just put the blame on me."

"Anyway! You've already seen the strapon," Ashley says as she pulls it out of the bag. Hanging it on a free peg on the wall, she continues. "But the cute yarn ball Tibby was chewing on that day isn't our only gag. Check out this nonsense."

She tosses her orange bit gag at Annabelle, who catches it by the belt that secures it to the wearer's head. "Very thematic. It looks nice, why'd you call it nonsense?"

"Because it does this," Tibby giggles and reaches over to squeeze the carrot, making it squeak loudly.

Annabelle's mouth opens in surprise. "No way! What? Who comes up with something like that, and why would you buy it?"

"The box didn't say it would do that!" Ashley complains. "We didn't know until it was in my mouth."

"I'm afraid we embarrassed her quite a bit that day," you say with an apologetic expression.

"Poor girl," Annabelle coos sympathetically. "And here we are making you even more embarrassed by having you show off a bunch of toys while we watch. Since you said most of them are Tibby's, why don't you come here and let her show us her favourites?"

Annabelle pats the mattress to her left and Ashley takes a seat, handing the bag to Tibby. While the bunny snuggles into Annabelle, Tibby digs into the bag. "Here's Ashley's other gag, this one doesn't make any funny noises unfortunately. My spare tail of course. Some nipple pasties, a whole bunch of lube... Ah, here we go! I haven't worn this yet, but it's pretty cool right?"

She takes out the muzzle shaped like a cat's snout and gives it to Annabelle, who turns it in her hands to admire every side of the leather contraption. "This looks like good quality. But you have to put it on to see if it fits without pinching or chafing."

"Okies!" Tibby takes the muzzle back and slips it over her head. The soft leather covers the lower half of her face, holding her mouth shut and giving the kitty a cat-like snout. There's no gaps anywhere, leaving you to wonder if the tiny built-in nostrils are enough for her to breathe through. Taking a closer look, you notice that the row of small dimples where a real cat's whiskers would be are actually cleverly disguised air holes.

Reaching over, you tighten the straps behind her head and ask if it feels ok. Tibby nods, but then she starts fumbling with the straps. You help her with them and lift everything off her head again before asking if she's ok.

"Yeah, it feels nice. But I can't speak with it on and I don't want to be quiet right now."

Annabelle pats her leg gently. "Hmm. Maybe we should all put something else on then. Something... piratey, perhaps?"