Bill’s Home – A New “Pet”

Toy’s world spun as she felt the car come to a stop. The trunk opened, and a pair of strong hands reached in, pulling her out with ease. She blinked, adjusting to the light as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Bill’s face loomed over her, grinning with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction.

"Alright, let’s get you settled in, little Toy,” he muttered, his voice sending a chill down her spine. She struggled as he carried her, her claws digging into his arms, but her small frame had no real strength against him. “Now, now… none of that,” he chuckled, amused by her futile resistance.

He led her into his apartment, a modern, sleek space with minimal decor. It felt strange to Toy, having memories of coming here with him as Fred, sharing drinks and laughter. But now, everything felt different. She wasn’t his friend anymore—she was his possession.

Bill placed her on a padded mat in the corner of the room, a space that seemed prepared just for her. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and defiance. “Brill, plrease… yrou knrow me,” she stammered, her new voice making her words sound garbled and strange even to her own ears.

“Oh, I know you, alright,” he replied with a smirk. “You’re my little oni pet now.” He reached down, gently touching one of her horns. “This body is designed to respond… so I suggest you get used to it, Toy.”

Toy pulled away instinctively, but Bill’s hand caught her arm firmly. “Now, first things first… if you’re going to live here, you need to learn how to obey.” His tone held a dangerous edge, one that made Toy’s heart pound in her chest.

He guided her through basic commands, trying to get her to respond. Each time she tried to resist, a subtle but irresistible urge welled up in her, like an itch that needed scratching. She hated the way her body responded to his commands, almost as if it were hardwired into her new biology.