Page 30 of My Wild Pet

“Good gurl,” she manages this time.

“That’s good enough,” I say, a smile tugging at my lips. I produce a small human treat, one of their favorites, from mypocket and hold it up for her to see. “Good girl,” I repeat, letting the scent of the treat catch her attention.

“Good gurl,” Ash mimics, her eyes fixed on the treat with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.

I press a single finger to her lips, and she opens her mouth, waiting. Then, I place the treat on her tongue.

Her expression shifts as the taste registers, her green eyes lighting up with recognition and, dare I say, approval.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask rhetorically. “If you’re a good girl, you’ll get more. But if you’re a bad girl...” My voice drops slightly. “You’ll be disciplined. And my punishments can be as vicious as my rewards are sweet.”

Ash doesn’t understand the words, not yet, but I say them anyway. It’s a ritual, a way to formally begin her training.

She watches me closely, her gaze unwavering. “Good gurl,” she says again, opening her mouth expectantly.

I decide she’s earned one more treat. “Good girl,” I say, placing it gingerly on her tongue. She chews quickly, clearly savoring the taste, but when she looks at me again, I’ve already tucked the treats away. She’ll learn that rewards are earned, not begged for.

“Hands on the back of your head,” I instruct, guiding her into position for the next procedure.

She complies, hesitant but obedient, and I take out the custom tail—a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Its long, silky strands perfectly match her blonde, violet, and pink hair. I run my fingers through it, the texture smooth and luxurious, before handing it to the doctor.

He steps forward, holding the tail against Ash’s lower back, evaluating its placement. “It’ll take a moment to get the alignment just right,” he says as we deliberate on its positioning.

Finally satisfied, the doctor begins the procedure. The surgical attachment is quick, precise, and seamless. He stepsback to admire his work, running his fingers lightly through the tail. “It’ll be as if she’s always had it,” he remarks. “Though I thought this sort of modification was against the new regulations.”

I shake my head. “This falls under piercings and hairstyles. Technically, it’s cosmetic. Most trainers avoid tails because they can slow pets down during obstacle courses.”

“You’re not worried about that?” he asks.

“No,” I reply confidently. “The aesthetic points she’ll gain and her reputation as a wild, untamed pet will far outweigh any minor disadvantages.”

I gesture for the ship’s computer to produce a mirror, allowing Ash to see her transformation. Her reflection materializes, and she steps closer, her green eyes wide with amazement. The tail sways slightly as she moves, blending perfectly with her hair and fur between her legs and under her arms. She looks extraordinary now, like a creature from a myth brought to life.

I run my fingers through the tail, admiring its softness and shine. “You’re truly something special now,” I say quietly, more to myself than to her.

The doctor begins packing up his equipment. “I’ll leave you to it, then. If there’s nothing else?”

“Not right now,” I say, glancing at Ash, who is still captivated by her reflection.

“May the goddesses help you,” he says, his tone half-sincere, half-joking.

“They are with me,” I reply, giving the standard response with just enough respect to keep him loyal. He’s skilled, and I don’t want to risk losing him to another ship.

As the door hisses behind him, I watch Ash in the mirror, her fingers hesitantly brushing against her new tail. She’s stillassessing her surroundings, and that curiosity speaks volumes about her intelligence.

“Good girl,” I say again, watching her closely.

CHAPTER 12

Briar

I don’t recognize myself.

I’m looking at my reflection and trying not to freak out. I’m in a purple ombre jumpsuit, but my armpits, breasts, and vulva all the way to the top of my ass are exposed and now I have a blonde and purple ombre tail that looks like it’s made out of human hair growing out just above my anus and falling down to the back of my knees. Oh and my nipples are now pierced and I’m wearing a pet collar.What in the name of an alien pet version of Alice in Wonderland is going on?

Aefre looks so pleased with himself. I want to scream, ‘I’m not a pet!’ But what good will that do? Is there any way out of here? I’m on a spaceship as Rebecca made abundantly clear when she went out the airlock and froze to death. I don’t even know how to get back to Earth even if I knew how to fly a spaceship. I know three words, ‘food,’ ‘good,’ and ‘girl.’ That’s not going to get me home. Gabriel speaks their language and even he’s trapped here. There’s no hope for me but to submit for now.

I close my eyes and try to keep myself from yelling out of frustration and anger. I open them again when I feel my mastermoving my nipple piercings back and forth. It hurts and I explode. I push his hands away, “Don’t touch me! That hurts!”

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