Starts out quite normal

The next day Michael arrived at their meeting spot 10 minutes early. It was in the city center, a pretty little square lined with restaurants, cafes, and shops selling all sorts of crap to passersbys. The type of place you'd take your girlfriend on a date to.

The sky was clear and the weather sunny, barely warm enough to go out with a light jacket. Of course, there were the typical hold-outs still only rocking T-shirts or even shorts despite the late season. He'd even spotted one or two nude pets being led through the streets by their owners. A sight that would soon disappear as it got too cold and wet for even the most hardcore of people.

Most pets would switch to wearing clothes outside. Those who refused to do so probably spent the entire cold season inside, a choice that Michael both respected and couldn't understand. He'd go insane after just a week of being cooped up like that.

Then again, hardcore pets were a breed unto themselves.

Speaking of people he couldn't quite understand, he spotted Emi walking up to him with a bright smile.

His lips unconsciously relaxed into a happy grin as well. It was ridiculous how happy seeing her made him after just this short separation. Letting his eyes wander, he mustered her as she drew close.

She'd worn a light coat over a frilly, beige top and a fairly short, black skirt. A strange combo from a practical perspective, but undeniably fashionable. Around her neck, her collar stood out against pale skin, and as she closed the distance, he heard a chime with every step.

"Doesn't it get annoying?", he asked her, pointing to the tiny silver bell. The question threw her for a loop, but after a moment, she shrugged with a coy grin.

"Just reminds me I am owned.", she winked sultrily, and Michael felt his face heat up. Shaking his head, he enveloped her in his arms and hugged her close.

"Good. Can't have you forget that.", he muttered into her hair as they embraced. The smaller cat girl enthusiastically melted into their hug, her tail happily wagging behind her.

"I missed you.", she told him as they separated. She looked up at him with a faint blush on her face and earnestness in her eyes. He swallowed heavily and nodded. "Me too. More than I thought."

A happy giggle followed, and Emi grabbed his hand.

"Good. That just means we're both hopeless.", she drew him after her. "Now, Master. I believe you owe me some ice cream!"

They got the ice cream and sat down on a nearby bench overlooking a small park.

"I can't believe you want to eat something cold in this weather.", Michael commented even as he took a bite of his own hazelnut ice cream. Emi snuggled herself deeper into his side and sighed contentedly.

"I just wanted the vibe of an ice cream date.", she confessed. "Plus, you are warm enough to make up for it."

He rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a grin. Letting his gaze roam, he nudged her and pointed towards the park.

"Can you fathom doing something like this?", he asked out of curiosity. Emi looked over and saw a couple of dog girls playing and jumping after frisbees thrown by their masters. Despite the cool weather, they were all entirely naked as they bounced across the grass with incredible speed on all four limbs. She watched them for a bit, remaining silent.

"Nah.", she finally answered. "I don't think I'll ever be completely comfortable naked in public. Also, sports really ain't my thing.", she turned to face him with a grin. "There's a reason I'm a cat girl and not a puppy. I'd rather relax on the couch like a couch tiger I am.", she winked, and he chuckled.

"I'm quite impressed, though. These gals are fast!", Emi continued watching the puppies as they ran around, sweat glistening on their bodies despite the cool autumn air.

"True. I don't wanna know how much training that must take.", Michael agreed. "Maybe some of them play professionally?", he mused, thinking back to the Olympics last year. He'd watched a bit of the pet disciplines and had been thoroughly impressed.

"Maybe.", she repeated non-commitally.

They sat there a bit longer until they'd both finished their ice cream before heading off to window shop. There was some time until the reservation Emi had made at a local restaurant.

"Excited?", she asked him while looking through an assortment of teas.

"About the restaurant?", he guessed, and she confirmed with a nod. He shrugged before nodding.

"Sure, it's a new experience. I'm curious what to expect."

Of course, he'd been to restaurants before. However, the one Emi had chosen had a strict entrance policy and only served couples living out the pet lifestyle. They weren't as common as they'd been twenty years ago, when they'd sprung up as counters to the liberalization of female lifestyles. But there were still quite a few around that had adapted to the times.

Now it was no longer about keeping up, frankly, extremely misogynistic expectations for the behavior of women, but a place for people into the lifestyle to immerse.

Arriving in front of the building, it looked normal enough. The restaurant took up the entire first floor of a nice baroque building with large windows letting in a lot of natural light and offering a view inside for those outside. Above the entrance, a sign said 'The royal paw'.

He couldn't help but snort at the name, and Emi nudged him with an amused grin of her own.

"A bit on the nose, hm?", she asked. He just nodded and looked at his phone to check the time.

"You've gotten a reservation for 18:30, right?" They were pretty much right on time.

"Let's head in then."

Walking into the small foyer separating the entrance from the actual restaurant, he was immediately confronted with several signs reminding people of the establishment's policies. On the main sign it read in bold letters:

'Pet-Master only restaurant. Only couples are served. Pets are required to act as pets during the duration of the stay.'

Next to it another sign read:

'Pet Conduct.

Pets are required to remain on the ground at all times. Pets are fed at their master's feet and may not be seated at a table. Underwear is permitted but not required.'

Next to the signs, a concierge stood behind a small counter and waited for them with a patient smile. Michael turned to Emi, who looked both excited and a little nervous before giving an encouraging nod. Stepping closer, the man at the counter adressed them.

"Do you have a reservation?", he asked politely. Michael nodded.

"Yes, it should be under Michael at 18:30 sharp."

The concierge checked the small booklet on his counter and nodded after a moment.

"Ah, yes. I've found it. Welcome to the Royal Paw. Is this the first time at our establishment?"

Michael confirmed with a nod and the man pointed to the signs. "You have read the rules and agree to them?"

"Yes, we do.", Michael replied again. Emi just nodded beside him.

"Very well.", the other man nodded before glancing to the cat girl.

"Your pet will need to undress to her underwear at least before entering. We have baskets here that can be retrieved when exiting.", he pointed to a Cabinet at the side that housed dozens of numbered baskets.

Michael turned to Emi, and she bit her lip nervously, her face gaining another shade of red before nodding. Decisively, she undressed down to her underwear, a pair of beautiful scarlet red lingerie, before placing it into the basket. Then she seemed to hesitate, turning to Michael with a heated, questioning look.

He felt himself stiffen as she waited for his input, his face heating up a little to match hers. Finally, he gave a stiff little nod. Emi's face somehow turned even redder, and she took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she seemed to gather her resolve before unhooking her bra and putting it into the basket as well. A moment later, her panties followed suit.

Her eyes pinned to the ground, she tapsed back to his side and partially hid behind him.

Turning back to the concierge, the man didn't seem affected in the least, the same polite expression of helpfulness remaining. Then again, it's not like a pet undressing was anything new for a man working the door of a pet-only restaurant.

"Very well, Sir. Please follow me to your table.", he said. Turning, he waited for me to follow suit and for Emi to get down to her knees to follow.

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So, as promised, some more action. I was a bit torn whether or not Emi should remain in her lingerie or go completely nude, but in the end, I decided that considering her character, she'd probably want to have the full experience.

It's a bit hard to write exhibitionist scenes in a setting that doesn't really sexualize them, since I certainly do, but I hope the distinction between Michael being turned on because it is Emi undressing and not turned on by other pets being nude makes sense.

For some AI illustrations of Emi in her outfit, check out the discord:

https://discord.gg/kEK7rCsxXH__