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SMACK!

A loud yelp filled the room as tears started to roll down the cheeks of Lucy, her darkened rump raised in the air as all the others watched the punishment of the petgirl.

“Bad girl!” shouted Abigail.

“Wait!” said Chelsea as Abigail was about to deliver another blow.

The three girls looked back at Chelsea. Lucy smiled knowing that Chelsea would do the right thing.

“What?” asked Becca and Abigail almost simultaneously. The two girls turned to face Chelsea as Laurel took the opportunity to rub Lucy’s sore bottom.

“I think... I think I peed the bed. Not Lucy,” admitted Chelsea in shame. She knew Laurel wouldn’t see her the same.

“Are you just trying to save her from a little discipline?” asked Abigail.

Lucy lifted her face from the pee soaked mattress and Laurel rubbed her head gently. She then rubbed her bottom while cooing into her ear and whispering, “Poor girl... you're such a good girl...”

“No. I don’t know how to explain it properly but it was almost definitely me,” said Chelsea back to Abigail.

“Well why don’t you try?” asked Becca, not believing her.

“Um... I’m wearing different clothes than I was before,” Chelsea answered.

“So?” asked Abigail, still not understanding.

“Well, I don’t remember changing,” said Chelsea, sounding painfully embarrassed and looking at Laurel, who was fully engrossed in comforting Lucy.

“So what are you saying?” asked Becca.

“I think I peed the bed and... um... Lucy changed me to save me from being embarrassed,” answered Chelsea, knowing it sounded crazy that a the petgirl would do all that.

“So you’re saying she used her hands and dressed you?” asked Abigail again, “Then she should experience an even worse punishment than simple bed wetting!”

She turned to strike Lucy with the magazine again but Laurel caught her hand as Lucy cowered.

“You will not hit her again,” said Laurel matter-of-factly.

“She is my pet and I will treat her as I see fit, Laurel,” snapped Abigail.

Becca stood to Abigail’s side and Chelsea walked to Laurel’s side. The naked petgirl was afraid of consequences either way but Abigail was drunk and she was more concerned about now than later. She got off the bed and rubbed herself against Laurel’s leg.

“Animal cruelty is a crime," Laurel explained, "You’re punishing her for being nice. She tried to protect Chelsea, our friend, from being humiliated. Is it bad she acted human? Yes, of course, she’s an animal. That said she was put in a bad situation. She is a good girl. She was so gentle eating me out earlier and she took a huge risk to protect Chelsea. Leave her alone.”

Abigail sneered and Becca reached down for Lucy’s leash, which was still attached to the bed. Chelsea beat her to it and picked up the leash, untying it and handing it to Laurel.

“Are you trying to steal my pet?” asked Abigail incredulously.

“No, I’m protecting your pet from you until you calm down,” said Laurel. “The party is dying down. Let’s all just go to bed and we’ll sort this out when we’re all sober in the morning.”

Laurel guided Lucy towards the door and Chelsea followed close behind.

“Fine but if she gives you problems it’s on you," Abigail said, "You don’t realize how much work having a pet is. She needs a firm hand.”

“She needs a gentle hand too,” countered Laurel, bending down to pet Lucy’s back.

Chelsea and Laurel guided Lucy into the hallway and then down the stairs to where very few guests remained. Lucy felt like all eyes were on her naked body as she walked on all fours to the living room, even though no one really seemed to care since they considered it normal.

Chelsea sat down on the couch and Laurel sat next to her. She patted it, letting Lucy know to hop up. Lucy hopped up and laid her head on Laurel’s thigh while curling her herself up. Laurel gently stroked her back and Lucy nuzzled against her happily. She used her other hand to tease Lucy’s pussy lips gently and let her finger rest between them. Lucy smiled at what she considered affection. She moaned gently as she looked up at Laurel with admiration.

Some young men who seemed to be leaving said goodbye to Laurel and Chelsea. They then attempted to pet Lucy, and though Laurel was happy to let them show their affection to her favorite pet, she noticed Lucy was cowering from their hand and looked terrified of being touched on her naked body. Laurel started to wonder what was going on in the mind of her favorite petgirl. She brushed away the young man’s hands as Lucy closed her eyes and tried to dig herself into Laurel.

“She’s a little afraid of strangers,” said Laurel apologetically.

The young men left, and soon Laurel was leaning into Chelsea as she started to get drowsy. As more and more people left, Chelsea took over protecting the naked Lucy as Laurel fell asleep on Chelsea’s shoulder. When it was just Chelsea and Lucy awake in the room Chelsea spoke and pet Lucy in long gentle strokes from her bruised butt to her neck.

“I don’t really understand why you did what you did, but thank you. I know we’re trying to break you of your human habits and that’s for the best, but I’m grateful that it’s still there enough to try and save me from embarrassing myself. Laurel cares about you a lot, and I care about her a lot. So I guess that means I care about you a lot.”

Lucy smiled and crawled gently as to not wake Laurel so that she was now resting on both their laps evenly, allowing Chelsea to gently stroke her back. Lucy saw the reflection in the turned off television in front of the couch of her on both their laps and thought it looked like... a family. Two great masters in Chelsea and Laurel, and her: their beautiful submissive pet.

How could she make it so?