The Shortcut

Tiffany lowers her hand, and begins her crawl onto the dirt-ridden shortcut...and almost immediately regrets the decision. As Samantha said, she has hardy knees, but pointy rocks are not as easy to get used to as solid cement.

Samantha does notice Tiffany cringing, but stays silent. 'It would do no good to talk Tiffany out of it at this point. We were going to be stuck doing something unpleasant regardless.'

However, while the path did provide Tiffany with discomfort, that wasn't as important as what else it provided. 'I now know that, when I make Samantha my petgirl, to avoid painful paths like this.' Granted, Tiffany had to admit to herself that crawling was only a minor part of her plans, and she had plenty of 'standing activities' for Samantha to try, but still, Tiffany learned a valuable lesson.

'Then again...some people are into this. Hmm...I'll put more thought into this later.' Tiffany had to realize part of her was incorrigible, yet she was very much interested in staying this unconscionable state of mind. 'It hasn't failed me yet!'

"Uh oh..." Samantha began. Tiffany, who hadn't been paying much attention, almost completely ignored Samantha's warning, and really only stopped when Samantha hurried for Tiffany's leash and pulled. "No, wait!"

Tiffany wasn't happy about being yanked on, and tried to cry out. "Wh-" was all she could say, before getting shocked yet again.

Samantha felt guilty, but she gave her justification. "Look ahead, sis!" Tiffany did so, and saw a river ahead of them. She checked with the map, and though it showed a river, it seemed like it ended at the forest. "I guess this map isn't as accurate as we assumed."

While she bore a grimace, the two investigated. Under normal circumstances, it would be fine to cross, but the girls would have a problem in crossing this. The river seemed fairly deep, and definitely had some mud they'd have to trudge through. Since Samantha had the only clothes among them, she'd risk ruining them, and the girls needed to be smarter than that.

'On the other hand, ruining Samantha's clothes would get her closer to naked shenanigans.'

"Well, I'm definitely not going through that." Tiffany tried her best to make an argument, but Samantha wasn't incapable of intimidation with Tiffany in her petgirl state. "Sorry sis, we need to be smarter than that. I have the only clothes among us, and being muddy could cause us problems when we get to the clubhouse."

Tiffany did try to make a point that this was their only way across, but Samantha was acting more savvy than her, and had looked down the river to a big log from a tree acting as a bridge. "It's weirdly convenient, but we can use this."

Samantha walked over to the log and examined it. It was pretty thick, easily able to be climbed or crawled across, and Samantha decided to test this when she stepped on the log. The log moved.

"Okay, so, not that stable. Hmm..." Samantha put more thought to it as Tiffany examined the log. It was sort of sturdy, at least on this side. There was a man-made groove it sat in, so it was secure enough here. On the other end of the river was the problem, as whatever groove was set up seemed to have collapsed on its sides. The bottom was still holding together, but the log would only be sturdy if it was held over there.

"If I had to guess, if someone held the log on the other end, it would be sturdy over there." Tiffany gave Samantha a glare for stealing her idea, but Samantha didn't notice. Instead...she began stripping.

Samantha looked to Tiffany, blushing as she removed her shirt. "Look, I know this seems crazy, but the river seems shallow enough for me to cross if I take some of these clothes off. That way I can hold the log and you can walk across." If Tiffany wasn't so shocked, she would have pointed out that swimming would still be safe for her to do, but Tiffany's mind was no longer functioning properly. "Plus, you know, you've been naked all day...I guess I can get at least half naked for you."

Being only half naked did temper Tiffany's excitement somewhat, but it was hard for her to deny the sight she was getting. Samantha, wearing only her bra and panties. Samantha was too embarrassed to notice Tiffany's expression, nor her growing arousal. Folding her clothes and placing her shoes on top of a pile, she lifted everything over her head. "This is so reckless...I really hope I don't screw us over..."

She finally looked back to Tiffany, who looked like she was suffering. "Uh, are you okay?" It took Tiffany a few moments to nod, but she really wasn't. Samantha was suspicious, but she couldn't make any sort of assumptions, or at least she didn't have time to. "Hey, it'll be okay, sis. Just be ready to cross when I get to the log."

Samantha turned and entered the river. Her bra and panties weren't showy, but they revealed a lot more than Tiffany had hoped for this early in the journey. And seeing her sister willingly get naked had set Tiffany's passion into overdrive. She had hoped for a naked petgirl sister, but this was certainly a decent appetizer to that.

Unfortunately, the downside to all this wonderful viewing was that Tiffany was incredibly turned on. She had been spending the past few minutes fighting desperately to not stroke herself down below. She hadn't dared to while Samantha was on shore, but now that she was slowly wading through the water, she couldn't fight the urge. Tiffany knew part of the problem was she had resisted the chance to orgasm earlier on the plane. By doing so, she had a lot of pent-up energy, and her resistance was quickly weakening when it might have been easier to hold out on this desire.

Her two fingers began to slowly penetrate her velvet underground. Her breathes began getting heavier, yet she dared not open her mouth and risk triggering the collar. Somehow, being **** to hold back her moans made her even hornier; though, at this point, almost anything would be enough to get her over the edge. Trying to fight the desire was failing. 'I'm...I'm not gonna make it...'

Tiffany was now making repeated motions, and had to bite her lip hard to hold back the moans. Now there was no question, if she moaned now, it would definitely be loud enough to trigger the collar. Yet, it almost didn't matter. 'I...just need to...get this out of me...' That became her justification. 'Just, orgasm, really quick, get it over with, and we'll be fine.' She let herself push deeper inside. 'Yeah...really quick, and we blame it on Samantha, she made me do this...' She gulped. 'Petgirl...roleplay...' Tiffany repeated in her head, 'Any...second now...' as minutes passed by. 'Any...second...now...'

"Tiffany!"

'N-no...' And with that, the orgasm was **** to fade. Tiffany almost cried at yet another orgasm she would have to give away. She **** herself to look up, seeing a half-naked sister waving to her.

"Come on, hurry up, I got the log!"

Tiffany grumbled and removed her hand. She didn't even care if Samantha noticed, though luckily for her she didn't. Tiffany was a bit nervous when she put her hand on the log, but with two hands, it certainly seemed sturdy under Samantha's control. She trusted in her sister, making the climb onto the log and beginning the trek across.

Surprisingly, it went well. The log was smooth, it was still pretty steady, and the movement of the river below flung little droplets to her, which felt pleasant. Overall, she was actually starting to enjoy the situation. 'I mean, as much as a petgirl can...not that I'm a petgirl, just...temporarily.'

As Tiffany came halfway across, things seemed peaceful...but that ended as she came two thirds across, and heard voices. Moments later, Samantha perked up as well. "Do you hear that?" Tiffany nodded, not daring to continue to move. "It...sounds like guys."

Samantha noticed Tiffany nodding, and she turned back to the bushes and trees behind her. Somewhere, the forest held two guys, coming closer to them. Samantha knew she had to protect her younger sister, but she'd have a hard time doing that with Tiffany stuck on the log. "Alright, um...I'll get dressed and talk to them. You...stay?" Tiffany nodded again. "Good girl," Samantha said, taking that as the cue to rush to her clothes, quickly put them on, and rush into the forest.

Tiffany thought to complain, but knew she wasn't in a position to protest. At the very least, with her limbs wrapped around the log, she was secure, and the droplets felt nice. Tiffany was suffering from some seriously bad luck, but there was still hope it would turn around. 'And when it does, Samantha will be the one getting splashed and leashed around.'

And then the log shifted. She couldn't even drop her smirk fast enough before the log rolled out of the groove Samantha left it in. The good news was that the log didn't roll too much, probably due to the more secure man-made groove on the hotel side. But the downside to the rolling was that now...Tiffany was upside down. This came with more downsides than Tiffany could process.

Firstly, she was now inches from the river, so the small droplets became big splashes. Secondly, the sudden shaking weakened her grip, so now she was slipping. And thirdly, the sudden shift scared her, which caused her to say, "Yipe!" And of course, that called the shock collar to life.

Amazingly, she held on, but to avoid shouting any further, she pulled herself up to the log. She was able to do so, but got tired, and slackened...resulting in a splash of cold water. She held back her shout, and instead pulled herself up again. She tried to hold herself tightly to the log, but she started to feel the solid smooth wood on her body and began to relax, and would lose her grip again. She's pull herself back up, and fall again. Tiffany had to do this several times before realizing that not only was this wearing her out, but it was really not helping stop her passions.

'Great...I'm getting turned on by a tree...' Tiffany was about to think about how to use this against Samantha, when she heard voices. The river was too loud to hear specifics, but looking ahead, she could see the silhouettes of boots coming from the bushes. **** to not be seen, she lowered herself into the water, hoping to not lose her grip.

Then the men picked up the log.

Terrified, she clung to the log as if it was a lover, and prayed. "I knew this log bridge was going to break, we should have used something better than rocks and mud."

"Doubting my ideas? You know my craftsmanship is superb. If anything, I bet it was that girl that was trying to find her dog, she probably broke it." He seemed to pat the log down, which Tiffany felt. Despite trying to seal her eyes shut, she opened them to peak at the men. They seemed to wear uniforms, presumably groundskeepers variety, and were too busy looking at each other to look in the river and see her.

"Yeah, 'find a dog' she says. Let's be real, she probably came out here to skinnydip with a lover. You could see the wetness on her." Tiffany raised an eyebrow at that...or lowered in her rotated case. "She's lucky we didn't find her wandering around naked, kind of hard to shake off such a crime." Tiffany started to worry again, and focused on her loosening grip.

The second guy said, "No way, she was definitely by herself, and no man, woman, or otherwise would leave her to wander alone. She was probably too afraid to cross your crummy bridge."

The first man sighed. "Well, I hope you're not chicken enough, or do you at least trust me to hold it?"

The second man scoffed. "I trust you, I'll cross, but you better hold it tight." Tiffany nearly shouted in fear, but it was too late, the man got on the log, and started shaking her. Tiffany felt her grip heavily slacken, so instinctively reached up and grabbed the top of the log. She squeezed her eyes shut, worry taking over that she would be seen for sure...if the second man wasn't being cocky. "Good thing I can trust you completely, or I'd actually have to watch where I step."

"Y-yeah...watching where you step." Tiffany had no idea if that meant the first man saw her or was just worried for the second man, but she said nothing, continuing to leave her eyes shut.

Of course, the second man didn't watch his step, so within moments he stepped on Tiffany's hand. The willpower to survive such a pain would have impressed her, if her hand wasn't being pressed.

Thankfully he passed quickly, and in a few moments hopped to the other side and shouted over, "Are you sure YOU can make it across? This log will easily slip with your weight."

The first man let go of the log, and Tiffany dared to look at him. He wasn't looking at her though, but at the second man. "Oh, I'll make it. We may lose the log though if I don't run perfectly across."

'Oh no....Lord, please no...' Tiffany wished she could kneel and pray, but she had to make due with the compromising position. 'Please, don't do this, I'll take every punishment, just don't-'

The man dashed onto the log and ran across. Tiffany debated on moving her fingers, but decided to hold...and was rewarded with safe fingers...but a vastly shaking log. "Run normally weirdo!"

'Yes, run normally weirdo!'

Tiffany couldn't understand why she was panicking so much, she was really unfamiliar with the feeling, so feeling fear that, with one wrong step, she'd be tossed to the river, was too terrifying to bear.

The man jumped off the log, and though it shook a few more times, it managed to hold. 'Thank you Lord...oh fuck thank you...' Tiffany clung to the log, not caring about how wet and horny and hurting she was. She couldn't hear the men anymore, and when she did dare to look toward them, she could only see them walking away.

Within seconds, Samantha appeared. "Tiffany! Oh thank the Lord, you're alright!" Samantha seemed to be aware of the situation, and slowly shifted the log to an upright position while apologizing and explaining what happened.

Apparently, she did intercept the men, but they chastised her and only did cursory looking for Samantha's 'missing dog'. Obviously they never found her, even if Tiffany had to wonder about her luck on that. Nevertheless, she was able to slowly, tiredly, and carefully crawl across to the shore. Her fingers were still throbbing, and she was incredibly wet in too many ways.

"The good news, we're almost there, so we'll be free from this disaster soon!"

Tiffany could neither celebrate or complain, only nod. Samantha tried to help her get up and crawl, but it was awkward, and eventually Tiffany took to it on her own.

With a few more clearing of branches and bramble, the girls emerged, finally seeing the secondary location. Darkness has taken over, and the facility is being bathed in overhead lights. "Finally!" Tiffany nodded, and though frustrated, felt relieved too. "Well sis, soon you'll be a normal girl again! No more petgirl! Human hype!"

'R-right...that's...definitely what we both want...'

The girls enter the building, and notice that its devoid of people, and only contains one robot. "Even better! No one to bother us but the robot." She looked over her sister, covered in mud and branches and still wet from the river. "Don't worry, as soon as this is sorted, I'll get you cleaned up." Tiffany liked the sound of that, but she couldn't figure out why.

The girls approached the robot at the receptionist desk. "Hello there! I'd like to access the account of Tiffany Smith. I was told you have a fingerprint scanner here we can use to confirm my identity." The robot seems confused at first, and asks for the purpose of needing such a device. "Look, I need to get into the account, is there a reason I can't?"

The robot seems to contemplate this before responding. "Negative. You may use this to access all account information. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the scanner at this location has been secured to the desk to prevent further damage by outside influences, and must be supervised by a robotic or human operator."

This would be an issue, but Samantha began to scheme. "Are you the only robot in this facility?" The robot confirmed. "Well, no offense, but you're slacking. Look at all that mud!" Samantha pointed behind her, showing the mud that Tiffany had tracked in. The robot seemed to panic, and immediately rushed off, yelling something about cleaning supplies. "Wow...that was easier than it deserved to be."

Tiffany mentally agreed, thankful for the opportunity. 'Fantastic, I'm almost there.' Tiffany looked to the fingerprint scanner, then to her sister, who was checking to make sure the robot was long gone. Tiffany couldn't help but smirk. 'Soon, dear sister, you'll be more than just my sister...'

The scheming sister did start to feel bad a bit when Samantha turned and joyfully skipped her way, but Tiffany buried the guilt away. 'No, I need to hold firm on this. This is going to be my reward for all the anguish I've felt today.'

Samantha stood giddy, excited...and then terrified, as Tiffany climbed the desk, and was shocked. "No! The collar thinks you're being aggressive!"

Tiffany nearly yelled in rage, she was being denied freedom yet again! But Samantha wasn't giving up on her. "No, we're doing this, sis!" Samantha got behind Tiffany and lifted her. At first the collar seemed to allow this, but apparently because Samantha couldn't hold Tiffany steadily, the collar took it as a sign of danger and sent out a shock.

This time, it affected both girls. "Aaahhh!" Samantha and Tiffany said in unison, before collapsing to the ground.

Samantha got up first. "Okay...so...let's...gosh...we gotta be...quick about it, right?" She looked to Tiffany, who clearly felt it way more, but she nodded in confirmation. "Okay...just...touch it...as fast you can." Tiffany nodded again, and got ready.

With a hearty lift, Tiffany was raised yet again. For a few seconds, Samantha held her stable enough to get her hands on the desk. But Samantha started shaking from having to lift while worn out, and the collar kicked in again. Both girls screamed, and Samantha fell to the floor. Tiffany, on the other hand, held out...reached out...and touched the button.

As soon as she saw the acceptance screen, she thrust herself off the desk and landed on the ground. She had to **** herself to stop screaming.

Samantha groggily turned to her. "Why...is this thing so powerful?" Tiffany shrugged, that question could be answered later. Weak but determined, Samantha got up and went around the desk to the robot's computer. After looking it over, she responded. "Okay, good, bad, and weird news."

Tiffany slowly rolled over and crawled to her side. "Weird news...why do robots use computers? Is that just the hotel being cheap?" Tiffany shrugged. "Good news, it looks like I can edit some settings on my own. I think I can get back your speech and ability to stand. You won't be able to run and shout, but at least you can be normal again." Samantha sighed. "The bad news is there's no option to remove the collar, so you'll have to do hacking for that...if you think you can do that quick enough."

Samantha was right, the robot was taking a surprisingly long time, but time would be running short. Thankfully, Samantha wasted no more time and switched the Shock Setting to 1, the Positional Position Setting to Mild Level, and the Bark And Noise Control Setting to Mild Level. As soon as they were clicked, Tiffany, slowly, carefully...stood, and opened her mouth.

"Um." Nothing. "I'm...good?" Samantha's face lit up. "I'm good? I'm good! I'm good!" Now Tiffany looked gleeful, and the girls joined hands and spun around in a circle.

"I'm good I'm good I'm gooood!" Tiffany shouted...and got slightly shocked. "Ow, okay, not that good."

Samantha tried to apologize, but caught herself in mid-sentence. Realizing her sister wasn't safe yet, pointed to the computer. "Hurry, you gotta hack in, before-"

The rolling of the robot echoed down the hallway, as well as the voice of the robot complaining about a need to clean. "Must hurry, must clean, must supervise guests."

The girls looked at each other in horror. "Tiffany, what do we do? Can you hack the computer fast enough?"