The fence

Keeping well clear of the doghouse's corner of the yard, you make your way over to the fence. If you can get outside, you might be able to get back home before someone sees you naked. The fence is too high to climb, and most of the stakes too close together, but coming up to the bent one you find it should have enough room to get by.

Turning to the side, you step one foot through the gap, wiggling your body into the thinnest position you can. As you move further you feel the cold iron stakes on your bare skin giving you goosebumps. The chilly metal behind you grazes along your butt as you push your hips between them, the stake on the other side pressing against your breast. When you're halfway through you start to worry that you're stuck, but one deep breath and a little more wiggling lets you pull yourself past, the bell on your collar giving a little ring with the effort.

You let out a gasp as the bent stake scuffs your thigh upon exiting the yard. The little scrape is more annoying than painful, but at least you're free. Before you can get much further, however, you feel the collar start to come alive again.

"Naughty kitty..." The words echo in your head, reminiscent of the blonde girl's voice. "You shouldn't stray..."

With a quick shake of your head the bell rings again. You make another feline sound as you try to voice your concern over the warning. Looking around at the dark woods behind the house, you try to think about which way to go, yet the urge to get on all-fours seems to take precedent, so you crouch down with your hands between your feet. You feel better when you're lower to the ground, though you still want to find your way home.

In that thought you notice a competing sense of home. Some ethereal string seems to tug you back toward the blonde girl's room, as if on instinct. But you know your real home, and you need to get there to get dressed. Gazing along the length of fence, you start on your way around the house, when the scrape on your leg draws your attention. Resisting the collar's compulsion is growing harder, and you find yourself leaning in to your instincts--or those of a cat, instead.