Take a gamble and talk to her (alternate)

Lucy had experienced so much cruelty over the last few days from the people she had trusted the most. Her best friend, her boyfriend, even her sister... it sapped her strength and eroded her will to fight back. But she didn’t want the light inside her to die, didn't want to become an animal even if she was resigned to acting like a pet, and felt that the only way to keep it from happening was to have owners who would care for her. Laurel and Chelsea had been nothing but kind to her, and Chelsea had even said she was glad some of her humanity was still intact.

"Chelsea..." Lucy spoke.

Chelsea shot up. Before she could react Lucy hurried on boldly, "I bailed you out. I also know you’re in love with Laurel."

Chelsea looked pissed. "I’m not gay!" she hissed, "Are you trying to **** me?"

Lucy suppressed a laugh, "There's a massive conspiracy to turn me into a pet and you think I could **** you by threatening to tell people you're gay?"

Chelsea turned white. "You know about the conspiracy?" she gasped.

"How the fuck could I not? When it was just one town I could have told myself it was some bizarre mass hysteria, but now I'm back here and you guys are in on it too? Plus you just confirmed it's real."

Chelsea gathered herself, "Well what are you going to do about it? You could get me into a lot of trouble by telling everyone you got me to admit the conspiracy, but this isn't going to stop. They'll never let you be a person again."

Tears forming in her eyes, Lucy took a chance, "I’m not asking you to make things go back to the way they were... But you can get me away from Abigail. Report her for-" she had to **** the words out "-report her for animal ****. Laurel will support you. Then you can apply to be my new owner."

Chelsea looked over at the sleeping Laurel doubtfully. "And how would that get Laurel to love me? She'd be doing it for you, not me."

"We’ll work together," answered Lucy, "She loves me, and we can use that to make her love you. We can be a team. But only if I'm an equal member. You'll treat me like a pet in public, but when we're at home you will not stop me from walking on two legs or eating off a plate instead of a dog bowl. You can tell yourselves I'm a trained circus ape if that's what it takes, but you will do what I say if you don't want me to start yelling about the conspiracy."

Chelsea thought about the situation. Laurel loved Lucy and would adopt her without question, Chelsea knew that much. But could Lucy convince her of the rest?