Bondage

I swear😭 literally Richie was the one who made Steven’s life a hell and now this 😐 feel so sorry for Stev

Yea.  I have a level 80 Necro on PC and a lvl 60something on ps4

If you're referring to PoE, my highest level character is under 30.  I only recently entered chapter 3...

I think this chapter is a bit stronger now that we’re into the character interaction and I’ve also gotten a bit voicer in the writing. I hope when I switch back to Chelsey’s perspective in a future chapter, I can match the interiority I have here. This story is also on FurAffinity. Let me know if you have feedback, and without further adieu, enjoy! To Be a Mother – Chapter 2 Cat Transfer (2019 words.) “You’re a sleepy-head, aren’t you? We’re here!” Maria bolted awake. If you don’t spring to life at the slightest noise, you could be hurt. Maybe not a natural cat instinct given their predator ancestor, but a good learned one. Her keen eyes surveyed the landscape. Trees. Many, many pines. A large hill in the distance that thinned out into smaller shrubs, and the dirt road out of this driveway nook faded into the wilderness. They were in the middle of nowhere. Great. If she was going to escape from this weird woman who, while friendly on the surface, could still be messed up, she would have no idea where to escape to. And without her claws, how could she hunt? Her claws… It had been a year since she was declawed. She still felt them. The phantom urge to scritch, to kneed. The ache to stim had killed at her. Those chains took away even the pleasure of rolling around. She hadn’t been in a regular car in, well, at least two years, so it was bizarre to not have her claws while being her own animal again. “Got your own private spot, huh,” Maria said. “Yeah, well my work is remote, and a home is cheaper out here and more beautiful.” The dragon was opening the driver side door now. The air is chillier than the city, Maria thought. A higher elevation, likely. This lady was a homeowner. It took Maria a bit to process that. And looking at the house, my god it was big. A classic colonial painted light blue with two stories and a connected driveway. No doubt about it. This girl was rich. That wealth would normally make Maria feel out of place and furious. How dare animals live in comfort when others have to beg just to get a job. But Maria had to wonder: was she rich now? Was Chelser, Chelsay—whatever—going to give her money and push her out the door as soon as possible? Maria guessed that was okay. She didn’t have faith in homes. They don’t want you. No one really wants you. Your “adoption” was a check on the dragon’s Good Deeds list before she kicks you out and moves on with her life. Animals do not know what they mean nor what they say. “Are you thinking about something? I imagine a new home is a lot to take in,” the dragon said with a smile, opening the left backseat door now to let Maria out. Chelsey’s eyes looked forcibly widened, like she was trying to endear the girl. Maria was not a pet. She was never a pet, no matter what any collar had once said. How dare this dragon try to read her expressions constantly. The cat felt she had a good poker face, but Chelsey was hyper-focused on her every move. It was a bit creepy, but worse, it was eerily similar to where she had just escaped. Though this attention was maybe a bit more genuine interest? She couldn’t be sure yet. “Nope. Nothing.” She hopped out of the white car onto her hind paws. Her cut claws hit the dirt; it felt so good. So crumbly and fresh. She kneaded it the best she could. “Follow me,” Chelsey said. The two walked up the a stone steps to a white wooden front door. Besides them, pink hydrangeas flowered. The grass was wild and tall; perhaps Chelsey was one of those rich folks who didn’t care about their lawn, Maria thought. As the two took the short walk, Maria did not like how tall Chelsey was. It didn’t help that Maria wasn’t wearing any clothes, which animals do all the time of course, but here she felt small against the huge dragon fancily dressed. They almost looked like a mother and daughter. The cat shuddered. “And here is the key,” Chelsey said. She’s really narrating everything like a fairy-tale. The dragon turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. She almost has to duck her neck as she and Maria walked inside. One word fit the inside: cute. Very, very, very cute. Insufferably cute. Chelsey must have hired the happiest painter in the world. The kitchen walls were a bright yellow with giant red hearts marching all around. Around the corner to the living room, the biggest bean bags upholstered in sprinkles along with, of course, a rug picturing the top of a cake. Did this dragon expect her “adoptee” to be a child? Or is this just what she likes? Maria couldn’t help but admire that integrity just a tad, but she still found the colors shocking. “You like it? I strive to make it very homey in here,” Chelsey giggled, her massive purple tail swaying as she walked down the hall. “It sure is bright.” Maria noticed pictures of flowers in frames throughout the hall. So it is true the stereotype that dragons love flowers. “I haven’t been home since 8 AM, so I haven’t had the time to prepare us a nice supper. But I could make us something now if you’d like! Oh, do you have any dietary restrictions? Nut-allergy, soy-allergy, vegetarian, vegan?” So many questions. So…considerate. Imagine being asked what you want to eat. It had been a long time since she even sat at dining room table. Maria still felt the sheltered natured of this dragon, but she could admit these gestures were nice. “I…uh…I eat anything.” “Okay! Would some mac and cheese be alright?” “Yes!” Maria blurted. Mac and cheese, for real? “Yes.” “Cats do love their cream,” Chelsey said and smiled. Those fangs were so long. Maria groaned. “Sorry, a bit too much?” *** From the nearby closet, the dragon had put on a silvery apron with a dragon chef embroidery. A dragon wearing a dragon: cute again. What Maria hated though was where her eyes walked to. She could see the woman pant with her tongue as she gathered milk and butter. Then, down below, well, this dragon had breasts. Big, round, fluffy melons—god, Maria, why are you always attracted to your masters? They abuse you! They’ve forced you to have sex with them! Stop finding anyone else attractive, especially those who have power over you. So Maria kept her attention outdoors. The kitchen had a glass sliding door. Outside, boulders overgrown with bushes littered a steep hill, tall oaks beyond that. She really had moved to a picturesque temporary home. Why was she here? Why was someone else not taken instead? What about those other animals sold in that awful place? Only a month ago, she had lived with Him in a sweaty van. She was toured to multiple strip clubs throughout the city. She had fucked him. To hear the calm of the last trickle off the leaves and birds chirping in the near sunset sky; something did not add up. “It’s ready~,” the dragon sung. This home might actually be in a musical. A bowl of hot macaroni was placed on the tiled kitchen table. “Be careful: it’s hot. I can blow on it if you want.” “No, I can cool off my own food,” Maria said. Chelsey was trying way too hard to be nice. She did not need to be babied. With a spoon in her paw, she took a ladle full, including as much of the sauce as possible. After a blow, she took a bite. “This is the best mac and cheese ever!” the cat squealed. Chelsey smirked. Fine, she could have this victory. This pasta was fucking good. As Maria crammed elbow after elbow into her muzzle, Chelsey sat at the other end of the table with her own bowl. The two ate in a happy, enjoyable silence. Maria could tell Chelsey wanted to speak, but she was holding herself back. Maria appreciated this. She wanted to savor the best food she had in literal years. Chelsey’s inhibitions must have broken. “We can go shopping in town tomorrow for clothes. Would you like that?” “I don’t want to cost you money,” Maria said. Wait, this dragon was rich. “Actually, yes please.” “Maria, I adopted you because I want to take care of you as much as you need it. Money isn’t a concern.” “Money is always a concern.” She hissed under her breath. But Chelsey remained calm. “It doesn’t need to be anymore. I don’t know what you’ve been through—actually, I can try to imagine it—but you’re not there anymore. You’re here now.” This was all bark no bite. Grandiose words that didn’t mean anything. But Maria decided to stop pushing the point for now. “Okay.” Some more silence. Chelsey once again broke it. “You can get seconds if you’d like.” “No, it’s okay.” “You sure?” There’s her singing again. Maria couldn’t resist. “Well, alright.” So more mac and cheese was to be had. And Maria again delighted in its creamy delicacy. She was so glad she said yes for more. As the last bites went into the cat’s belly, Chelsey said,  “I can show you your bedroom when you are ready. I had plenty of fun preparing it these past couple of days.” Oh no. It was likely another cuteness abomination. Can’t one thing in this house respect a cat’s adulthood? But this bedroom would be hers. Alone, at last! Her own space. “I’d like to see it now.” “Then follow me,” the dragon said. Up the stairs Chelsey and Maria went. It was still weird that this house had two stories. A red fuzzy carpet lined the middle of the stairs. Then around the corner to the left was her room. Her very own room. The walls were pink. She should have expected that. Fluffy white clouds lined the top. A queen bed with blush pink covers sat in the middle. Next to the bed was a space-themed table with a Hello Kitty lamp. The carpet underneath most of the room swirled with roses. And there was a great wooden dresser on one side. Out the window, the sun grasped in, oranges and reds. Maria couldn’t complain. It was her room. Her own place. “Thank you, Chelsey,” she said. Chelsey was happy she said her name, she could tell. “You’re welcome! I imagine you want some space, so I’ll leave you be. I’ll be in the living room downstairs if you need me.” “Umm, thanks.” “Good night!” With that, Chelsey left the room, and Maria closed the door. Was she really wished goodnight? This dragon needed to cool it with the hovering. But also, she was wished goodnight. When had that last happened to her? It was kind of sweet, nice. Wait, Maria, don’t fall into your captor’s tricks. She’s alluring you in. But she knew these thoughts were a bit half-hearted. Moving on, realization struck: she had her own room. She had her own room! She jumped onto the bed—of course landing on her feet—and proceeded to roll around. So, so soft. Her fur was likely getting everywhere. Where could animals get bedding like this? Why can’t the world provide everyone with this bliss of heaven? She was truly alone. Not packed with other slaves sweating and breathing. Not sharing a bed with men forced into sex with. There was no other living beings in this entire room. Maria loved it. She had slept much of the car ride, but somehow she was still exhausted. Cats do sleep a lot, so it’s probably normal, and she was going to pass off soon enough. She stared at the ceiling. Of course glow-in-the-dark stars and moons were glued there. But how could she be mad? Chelsey may be a bit…overzealous, but maybe she really cared? There was an animality here. She might actually have a home, a place to bounce back and actually do something, anything in this world. For now, that hope could let her ponder her future. Maria could leave here, find her own apartment, form a band or something. She turned the lamp off.  

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