The Runaway Kitty

Some day passed, and Ethan become more fit and slimm, and some additions in his feeding quicly add femine shape to his body too.

During “free roam hour” — the cruel joke Serenity Pines called it — Ethan was crawling through the far western edge of the playground, near the tree line where the gravel gave way to moss and wild ferns. The drones hovered lazily overhead, but one had drifted toward the east, distracted by asomething also, and no pole camera near.

His heart hammered against his corset.

Now.

He didn’t think. Didn’t plan. He crawled.

Fast. Silent. Tail tucked tight. The forest swallowed him — thick pines, damp earth, the scent of rot and rain. He didn’t look back.

He crawled for what felt like hours.

The sun dipped. Shadows stretched like grasping fingers. His latex suit clung to him, slick with sweat and dirt. His corset dug into his ribs with every gasping breath. His arms, bound at the elbows, ached. His legs, strapped together, burned with every inch forward.

But he didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

Ahead? Hope.

A road.

He saw it just as twilight bled into dusk — a narrow, cracked asphalt ribbon cutting through the trees. No lights. No signs. But civilization. Cars. People. Help.

Then — headlights.

Distant. Growing.

A car.

Oh god. Oh god, yes.

He waved frantically, tail wagging involuntarily from the plug’s residual hum. His wig was still on him, cat ears and even makeup was still intact. His latex suit was a bit dirty, but was covering him fully. Corset gleaming under the moonlight. Collar still locked. Chastity cage cold against his skin.

The car slowed.

Stopped.

A dusty pickup, windows rolled down. A man in a flannel shirt leaned out, squinting.

“What in the hell—?”

“mmmpphhhh” said Ethan through the gag in his mouth.

The man stared.

Not in horror.

Not in pity.

In confusion… then amusement.

He turned to someone in the passenger seat — a woman, also staring, hand over her mouth.

“Babe… is this… performance art?”

The woman giggled. “Oh my god. Is this one of those kink retreats? Like… that place on the news?”

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “Girl. You picked the wrong road to do your thing. No cell service out here. Sheriff’s like 20 miles back. You want a ride or you just having fun here?”

Ethan try to shake his hand and says "mmpmmhh, mmmmmphhh!!" to show that he need help.