"Very well, Ms. Tiffany."

The robot's response was surprising, to say the least. The robot confirmed Samantha could board, but apparently it was assuming Samantha was Tiffany and Tiffany was Samantha. Samantha thought about correcting it...but realized she couldn't if she wanted to be on the plane. "Alright, let's go Mr. Robot." The robot led the way.

Of course, Samantha still wanted her vacation she paid so much for, but more importantly, she had to be there for Tiffany. Tiffany was getting transported to the plane's cargo hold, and she was going to need someone to take care of her. After getting screwed by Flight Service Inc., Samantha was her best hope for getting freed. 'I have no idea if I can do anything now, but I'll try. Tiffany would if the roles were reversed. Granted, she didn't seem eager to get me out of it earlier...'

As she entered the plane following the security robot, Samantha lingered on that for a moment before shaking the thought away. 'Nah, Tiffany made the good points about nudism and representation and stuff. I didn't realize she cared so much about it. I feel like Tiffany has a lot hidden away, I hope she shows me sometime.'

The robot showed Samantha her seat and she sat down. "Uh, thank you." The robot reciprocated and rolled away to interlock with the cabin's rear wall. Samantha looked around the seat. It wasn't exactly spacious, but the person sitting next to her was scrunched away next to their partner, so Samantha felt she had some privacy. She pulled out her phone and opened a tab. She started to type 'nudism', but stopped.

'I should research this more...but I don't really know where to start.' She sighed. 'I wish I could ask Tiffany, she seemed to know a lot about it. Judging by her anger, she probably didn't want to practice the concept like this...' For the time being, Samantha switched tabs to focus on some research she was doing for a case. 'I just hope Tiffany won't be too angry down there.'

As Tiffany was proving, all she could do was be angry. Her attempts to fight against the automated carrier was futile. The automated carrier, in an effort to get the plane in the air as soon as possible, moved faster than normally permitted, which jumbled Tiffany around. Her rage had escalated beyond any level of anger she had previously. And that was ignoring the fact she was trapped naked in a cage. Her plan had fallen into ruin.

'To think, this could have been Samantha's fate.' Realizing that, in another world, Samantha would be caged, collared, and naked, Tiffany felt her rage rising again, but also felt too tired to yell and scream again. She tried to lay down on her side, hoping to achieve some calm, though the cold metal was uncomfortable.

With the carrier locked into the plane, the plane flew off, faster than normal, which jumbled her around a bit more. "Calm ruined," she grumbled. Once the plane was in the air, Tiffany decided to examine her situation. The cargo area was cold and dark. There was thin amounts of light coming from overhead panels; they gave some illumination, but were not blinding. The air was chilled, and this **** Tiffany to hug and rub her body. The cage she was in had plastic walls and a metal floor. Tiffany thought maybe she could destroy the plastic if it was thin enough, but she was too big to maneuver in any useful way.

Tiffany could tell the area was devoid of life. "No people or other pets in the area." Realizing what she just said, Tiffany added, "I meant to say just pets, not other pets..." She had to wonder if this was a sort of retribution for her potential actions and feelings of malice toward her sister. 'Nah, that doesn't make sense. This is Samantha's destiny, not mine.'

Feeling a new sense of determination, and a need to be distracted for several hours, Tiffany decided to scheme. She HAD a scheme, and she had spent too long too long waiting to implement it. Her current predicament was merely a setback to her, she would get back at Samantha. "There's going to be a naked pet on this vacation, and it won't be me!"

She sat up, attempting to think of a plan, but doing resulted in her touching the warmed metal with more sensitive parts of her anatomy. The metal's chill had subsided some thanks to her body heat, but what wasn't gone was the vibrations. Tiffany's eyes widened at the feeling. 'No no no none of that,' she thought to herself...but didn't get up.

Tiffany didn't masturbate often...normally. The past few weeks of planning this trip caused her fingers to visit her pussy a bit more lately, and she debated doing so now. After all, she did have privacy, and some of her best ideas for this trip came when she was cumming...

"No, stop." Tiffany demanded of herself. "You're more respectable than to pleasure yourself in public."

And yet...it wasn't public. Tiffany knew this after researching Flight Services Inc. They had no cameras down below, and they wouldn't send a person down here to investigate strange noises. She COULD get away with it. And though she wanted to deny feeling aroused, she had yet to move away from the pleasurable vibrations...

It didn't help that her hands were betraying her commands as well. They were still trying to warm her body, but they had moved to her breasts, and were doing a good job at massaging them. "N-no," she tried to tell herself, but it wasn't working. Tiffany's mind was split in two, and the side desiring an orgasm was overriding the desire to push all this on Samantha.

Even though a lot of her fantasies involved putting Samantha in naked petgirl situations, she had **** herself to resist any notion of her being the naked petgirl. She didn't want to ruin the imaginary dynamic she had made up for the two of them. However, now that she was **** into it, and in a far more involved situation than she ever imagined, she felt a level of passion stronger than she had thought possible. Getting majorly absorbed into the moment, she began to vocalize.

"Yes...yess...fuck yes...fuck fuck fuuuck yes..."

It continued like this for several minutes. She always took a while to get herself invested, but today she was in the zone within minutes. She let herself get louder...and louder...

"Yes yes yes FUCK YES!"

Her vision was clouded, she had only orgasms on her mind, she wanted to resist the fantasies of being a petgirl, but it felt so good. Eyes now closed, she tries to take command of her imagination. She tried to convince herself this was her future, 'No, Sam's future, not my future, not my...not my...my future...' she swore again...and again...and again...until...

"Foul language is not permitted." Tiffany's eyes bolted open in response. "Please refrain from further use for comfort of other passengers. Thank you for your consideration." Tiffany eyed the robot with a mixture of suspicion, confusion, frustration, and, of course, residual passion. She swore again.

"Foul language is not-"

"Stop," she growled. "What are you even doing down here?"

The robot explained, "In order to guarantee a safe and comfortable ride for all passengers, Flight Services Inc. stations security robots in multiple places. This unit is designed to both protect and superintend over all pets in the cargo area."

Tiffany gave the robot a leery eye, still slowly massaging her parts. "Well, fuck off, I'm busy."

"Foul language is not permitted. Please refrain-"

"Ugh! Fine, I'll stop swearing, just go away!"

The security robot bowed. "Very well, Ms. Samantha." It turned and rolled away before Tiffany could question what it just said. She was pretty sure she heard right...but even if she didn't, Tiffany had more important matters.

Tiffany could still feel the vibrations, and though her passion had been cut down...it was resurging quickly.

In an attempt to avoid more trouble with the robot, Tiffany did her best to avoid swearing. She started to regain her rhythm, and was soon rocking on her hand again. "Oh yes..." With one hand playing pussy duty, and the other on the breast massage job, she was soon back in the groove. But she needed something to get over the edge, and remembered how the robot thought she was her sister.

There was something about that role reversal that was alluring. Tiffany was determined to prove Samantha was the petgirl...but there was something to be enjoyed about pretending to be Samantha, who Tiffany believed would absolutely love to be a petgirl.

"Yes...please...oh please, yes. Yes. YES."

That really got Tiffany going. She was now Samantha, the petgirl, answering to Tiffany, the master. Tiffany had to imagine she'd need some serious psychological analysis after this, but she didn't care, she just wanted to linger on that feeling of deviance. She shouted, pleasure overriding all thoughts, and got louder...and louder...and louder...until...

"Loud noises while in flight is prohibited."

"UGH!" Tiffany's mood instantly deflated. "Why the fuck are you here?"

"Foul language-"

"No, stop! Enough of that, answer my question first!"

"Loud noises while in flight is prohibited. To give passengers the best flying experience, human passengers are encouraged to speak calmly, and pets are discouraged from conducting barking at levels higher than 80 decibels." Tiffany was about to lose it. She was still incredibly horny, but her anger was through the roof, and at this altitude, would be hitting the stratosphere soon.

"Robot...go away...before I harm you."

"Pets are not allowed to harm Flight Services Inc. security."

Tiffany lost it. "I'M NOT A PET!"

As the security robot tried to calm down a rampaging Tiffany, it sent a command to the security robot in the cabin above...

The plane had been in the air for an hour or so, and despite the major delay, passengers were in good spirits. That probably helped that most of them had been given free stuff. Flight Services Inc. was fully automated, and the company prided itself on avoiding any significant delay in years.

Since this delay had occurred, all sorts of services and gifts were being given by steward robots. While the services and gifts varied, Samantha had chosen mimosas. "I don't normally drink," she told to the steward robot. "But uh, this is my sister's faaavorite drink." She smiled at the security robot, who's facial screen gave a smile in return before handing over Samantha's next drink.

"Shall I take away your empty glasses?"

"Yeah...I guess. I was trying to hold onto them to remind me to stop at four...this is the fourth one I've had, right?"

"Yes Ms. Tiffany."

"And they are free, right?"

"Yes Ms. Tiffany."

"...And I can get more later if I want, right?"

"Yes Ms. Tiffany."

"Sweet!" Samantha leaned back and relaxed as the steward robot left. 'Though I probably shouldn't...if I'm going to help Tiffany I should be sober...well, soberish.' Still, in the meantime, Samantha decided she'd get comfortable. She slid her phone into Tiffany's carry-on, ignoring the various notifications on her screen. Just as she got into a laid-back stance, a security robot approached her.

"Ms. Tiffany Smith."

Samantha was confused at first, but realized quickly the robot still thought she was Tiffany. "Uh...hi, did you need something?"

"Flight Services Inc. security has determined your pet is acting inappropriately and should be regulated. As you have access to control collar settings, we advise you to use them." Samantha, not understanding what the machine was talking about, just shook her head and denied having access.

"Besides, I don't even have a pet...oh." It had taken Samantha a moment to realize what the robot was saying, but now that she knew, she blushed. "Well uh, even if I had access, I wouldn't want to...regulate her, whatever that means."

"As owner, you are required to do so, or will be fined severely by Flight Services Inc." Samantha got nervous with the mention of money. The digital face left the robot's facial screen and replaced it with a menu of options in controlling and disciplining a pet. "I will provide temporary access to you in order to control your pet. Please select an option to adjust settings on the control collar."