No

'No...no no...I will not...succumb.' Tiffany thought to herself, slowing pulling herself up. With a great effort, she pulled her hand free, and forcefully slammed it on the ground. 'No! I'm not to be enslaved by my desperation...I will not succumb!'

Tiffany let the pride flow, forming a grin on her face. 'My sister, she's the type to succumb to this. She'd be wet and gushing and begging to be my pet. But I'm not my sister. I'm not a pet.'

She then curled up on the ground to get comfortable; she knew her predicament wasn't over yet, and knew that sleeping would be the best way to distract herself. As proud of Tiffany was at her declaration, her desires were still on her mind, and try as she might to sleep, all Tiffany could think about was the orgasm she had given away.

"Flight Services Inc. thanks you for riding with us, and wishes you well on your ventures." The message stirred life back into Samantha, who had been slacking down after letting the mimosas rock her mind a bit. She hadn't slept at all, but she felt like the trip was a blur. As she got up and looked for her stuff, she realized she didn't bring carry-ons, since Tiffany convinced Samantha to trust Flight Services Inc. on bag checking. With her luggage safely in the plane, she shrugged and left, not realizing that Tiffany did bring one carry-on...her tablet, left sitting in the chair compartment...

Despite the bumpy ride Tiffany went on to get into the plane, getting out as a lot calmer. She stayed curled up in a ball, looking forward to turning the tables. She knew there was a risk of people looking into the automated carrier, but she didn't care, they'd never identify her. All that mattered was getting this petgirl plan back on track.

Either way, as luck would have it, that didn't occur. Tiffany was pushed through a dark sorting machine. The bumps along the way unnerved Tiffany somewhat, but she kept her cool. She was in the light briefly, but soon in darkness again as she realized she was being loaded into a truck, presumably for luggage. If Tiffany had been worried about being seen, she'd find this relieving, but all she could think of was how this was such a missed opportunity for pet Samantha. 'Though I suppose we can still do this on the trip back,' she thought to herself wistfully.

The truck soon arrived at the resort, and the carrier automatically went to its own tunnel and special elevator. 'They really spend a lot on pet services...'

Once the elevator stopped, her crate continued on its journey, and past two sets of legs. To her chagrin, Tiffany cringed, part of her hoping too embarrassed to be seen. 'It's fine, automatic pet carriers are normal, no one is going to pay attention to another pet passing by.'

Tiffany realized her mistake and tried to mentally autocorrect, but was interrupted by a third person saying, "What the fuck?" She wanted to chastise him, but he was long gone as the carrier turned a corner.

At long last, the crate finally stopped. Tiffany looked up and was pleased to see the door bearing the label '1601'. Once the crate and door finished beeping at each other, the door opened, and the crate rolled in, the door closing on its own.

Tiffany was pleased to see her changes went through. The room continued a king size bed, a floor bed for dogs, and .

What she didn't count on though was how long transportation would take. It would take some time before Samantha could arrive, and that meant she was in the room...alone. In theory, someone could arrive, like a room cleaner or even the random stranger outside, but she was pretty confident that could only happen if she had gotten their attention somehow, like making noise, or smelling like pussy. She wondered if that could have happened to Samantha somehow...

Instinctively, Tiffany's hand began to roam, and found her lower lips...starting to leak. 'N-no, stop that!' she told herself...but didn't stop. Her fingers weren't penetrating yet, but she was fighting a losing battle. She was bored, she was naked, she was stuck in a fantasy destined for her sister, and she had no idea what to do to stop all this. She tried to use her free hand to **** her other hand away, but the shock collar kicked in, and she instead fell into the ground...and in the process, shoving her fingers inside her velvet underground.

'Damn it!' Now she was just pumping non-stop, and she barely had the strength to lift herself up. 'Please...please...I...need to stop...before Samantha-'

The door opened.

"...comes."

It was Samantha alright, shocked to see her sister convulse, shocked to see her sister naked, but shocked most of all to see she was clearly masturbating. "Uh...hi, sis."

Tiffany, realizing what this looked like, tried to deny Samantha her thoughts, but got shocked again. "No wai-argh!" She collapsed again, and used both hands to pick herself up. It took Tiffany a few seconds to realize she finally pulled her hand free of her vagina, but she clearly left them in there long enough to soak them.

"Um...so...I guess the flight wasn't all bad for you?" Samantha really didn't know what to say, she never expected Tiffany to actually be enjoying herself. Tiffany shook her head violently, but based on the wording of the question, Samantha wasn't sure if she was trying to confirm or deny...either way, Samantha could see, and smell, the evidence. She never imagined her sister having any sort of sexual escapades at all, romantic or otherwise. 'I don't think I ever even saw her date someone, thinking about it.'

Tiffany realized this was becoming a big disaster, so she hoped to fix things and pointed to the lock of the pet carrier.

"Oh, right, of course." Samantha went over and opened the lock. As Tiffany crawled out of the pet carrier, she couldn't help but notice Tiffany's breasts, massive in comparison, and felt ashamed to be looking and comparing. Instead, she turned away and looked around the room.

"Huh, I guess the hotel got things wrong too. There's only one normal bed, and a pet bed with it. Weird," Samantha said, not noticing Tiffany's face lined with worry. The situation felt incredibly tense for Tiffany, as one wrong move could reveal to Samantha her entire plan...and Tiffany was in no position to defend herself.

Samantha turned around and noticed Tiffany was still sitting on the ground, like a pet. "Uh...do you need help up?" Tiffany gave her a dirty look and pointed to the collar. "Oh! I forgot about the collar. Honestly, I figured it would turn off by now, since we're not in the airport."

Tiffany shook her head. Unfortunately, Flight Services Inc. had made sure their tech worked everywhere, so as long as they could be in range of a satellite, the collar would always operate. It was then that Tiffany realized that Samantha did NOT have her tablet. Starting to panic, she tried to motion the shape of it.

Despite still some tipsiness remaining, Samantha caught on, and shrugged. "I'm sorry sis, I'm not sure where you tablet is. I assumed it was with our luggage...where is that, by the way?"

Dread grew in Tiffany, as THAT was her idea. She purposely organized the flight to send their luggage to the wrong place, making sure Samantha would have no clothes or phone but what Tiffany gave her...which initially was just the clothes she wore to the airport. Tiffany had it planned out so neatly, to get her clothes damaged, dirtied, removed...and obviously with no other clothes, Tiffany couldn't share anything or risk hers getting damaged, so Samantha would have been naked for days...maybe even the whole seven days, if Tiffany played things right.

Things were not playing right.

Realizing Tiffany was starting to freak out, Samantha looked around the room. She found a phone, but the line was deactivated, as if the hotel purposely shut off phone service. There wasn't much, but she was able to find a pencil and paper. It would be the only way to communicate, and that calmed Tiffany quite a bit. As soon as she had the pencil, she wrote her thoughts.

'We need to get help.'

"Agreed, but how? We have no means to communicate without leaving the room."

'My phone. I left it in my pocket.' Samantha suddenly got really embarrassed, finally realizing she made a big mistake. Tiffany realized it too, and furiously scribbled on the page, 'You forgot my clothes?!'

"I'm sorry, it was a rush and we were going to be late, and I didn't want to miss the flight and leave you trapped here alone."

Tiffany realized that was a good point, especially since she'd be trapped in the cage for who knows how long without Samantha to release her. Tiffany was still angry, but she was able to get it over it quickly, since she was now in more of a survival mode. She sighed, and begrudgingly wrote, 'Yeah, I guess that's true...but I still wouldn't have left your clothes behind if the roles were reversed.'

Samantha kneeled down to face Tiffany directly. Tiffany, still annoyed, tried to pout by scooting around. "I'm sorry, Tiffany...but I promise that I'll do my best to help you and protect you until we get this situation behind us." Samantha had to hold a giggle back, as Tiffany had turned to show her behind at just the exact moment; luckily Tiffany didn't notice.

Tiffany turned around, and wrote again. 'Okay, well, we can still fix things if you go to the office.'

"Hmm, a good idea, but I think it won't work." Samantha explained how the robots in the airport were constantly calling her 'Tiffany Smith'. "And if the system thinks you're the head of household and I'm just a pet, they'll want fingerprint identification, which won't work." Samantha lowered her head, saddened by the situation. "Sorry sis...we're stuck."

Tiffany faceplanted, as yet another reality of her scheming crashed around her. In theory, she could try to hack their systems and add Tiffany back in...but she had no computer, with her tablet surely lost on some flight away from here. She almost thought to do a clothes swap, which would realign her plans...but the collar would still require her to act like an animal, and that would make it impossible to get around with ease.

She lifted herself up, and after thinking more about it, she realized the only option they both had. As difficult as it was, Tiffany finally wrote one more sentence. 'We have to go the lobby.'

Samantha raised her head in shock, and crawled up to her sister to grab her by the shoulders.

"Tiffany! I've seen, like, more than a dozen people since I got here! A lot of people are going to see you!"

While Samantha felt a few dozen was too many...this was actually perfect for Tiffany. Tiffany hadn't realized it until now, but if she showed she'd be okay walking around as a naked pet, she might be able to convince Samantha it is a good idea. 'Maybe even a fun idea,' she thought to herself. Determined to prove this, Tiffany sat up as tall and proud as she could look. She was sure this is what an inspirational hero would look like...if they were naked...and collared.

"I'm...admittedly inspired by your confidence, but there's no way we can do this, I know I'd be so humiliated if I was you." Tiffany couldn't help but smirk, but Samantha just assumed it was confidence, and as if to continue that line of thought, Tiffany crawled straight for the door. She sat and waited for Samantha to open it, and as she did so...

"Alert! Alert! Alert!" Tiffany facepalmed, forgetting about this part of her plan. "Pet exiting room without leash. Please secure pet with proper restraint." Tiffany peered through her fingers to see the look on Samantha's face grow. "Rooms with pet reservations will find leashes in the closet. Install leash into terminal on the back of the control collar to disable to alert. Thank you."

Samantha looked to her sister, who just hung her head in shame and pointed to the closet. Samantha shrugged and grabbed the collar. She felt awkward putting it on, but Tiffany didn't seem to react beyond pulling back her hair. 'She's really handling this whole thing well...'

'Why must this be such a nightmare?' Tiffany had to fight herself hard to avoid screaming in frustration. This collar was ruining everything, and now she had to try and look absolutely confident despite the entire plan going in the complete opposite direction.

With the collar attached, Tiffany let her hair, and the issue, drop. "No sense in me holding it, you're probably already embarrassed enough." Again, Tiffany had to bite back her frustration. Instead, she looked away from Samantha's face and lifted the leash to her. "You...want me to hold it?" Tiffany did NOT want her to hold it, but to sell the joys of being a naked pet, she had to play the part, and look like she enjoyed it; Tiffany nodded, and Samantha took the leash, a look of bafflement on her face.

"Okay...this is...strange, but I guess it would be less annoying if I hold it." Tiffany nodded, and turned to Samantha with a really happy look. It was ****, but Samantha bought it, and nodded.

"Don't worry sis, we're going to fix this right away."

They began the walk down the hall. As they went on, Samantha tried to give some levity. "You know, at least you're really pretty. Especially with your, ahem, big breasts." Tiffany glared at Samantha. "S-sorry..."

Luckily for the girls, no one exited their rooms, so it was an easy walk to the elevator. Samantha pushed the button, not sure what to do if she had to explain the situation. The elevator opened, and both girls froze...at nothing, for the elevator was empty.

"Phew," they said simultaneously, and shocking Tiffany in the process. Grumbling, she led the way into the elevator, and pointed toward the button leading to the second floor, where the lobby should be. Samantha nodded and pressed.

The first hurdle was passed, but the next was the lobby, and neither girl knew what to expect when the door opened...