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“Is that how you talk to your Master?” Stephanie’s voice was haughty and contemptuous. She sent Chloe down onto her rump with a forceful shove against her chest.
“No, Sir,” Chloe replied, rubbing her stinging cheek. Steph caught her by the wrist and pulled her arm roughly down, cupping her chin and smiling softly.

“Apologize.”

“Sorry, Sir.” Again a blow to the face, hot red and stinging.

“Like you mean it.”

“I beg your forgiveness, Master,” Chloe coughed out. Steph’s eyes bored into hers and she shifted uncomfortably, held in her Master’s gaze by the hand on her chin. Steph cracked a smile and moved her hand from Chloe’s chin to rustle her pet’s hair.

“Good girl.”

Chloe’s eyes opened wide and she shivered again, nuzzling Steph’s hand affectionately. Steph stood up, leaving Chloe on her rump as she walked away. She looked down at herself, naked except for her rough leather collar, the mark of her bond with her Master. Unconsciously, her hands rose to loop a finger through the metal ring on the front, feeling the pressure of the material against the back of her neck. She heard Steph’s footsteps and removed her hand, but it was too late, and this time the blow was not with Steph’s hand but with a stiff wooden spoon that whistled through the air as it was swung and left behind a rough, aching pain.

“You are not to touch my collar without asking permission, dog, do I make myself clear?”

Chloe nodded repeatedly, her eyes fixed on the floor. Steph’s boots came up and gave Chloe a rough shove backwards, driving her onto her back and settling to press against her face. Slowly, slowly, the pressure increased. Chloe squirmed under the weight, whimpering quietly.

“Do as you’re told.”

Steph shifted her weight off of Chloe, and as her boot lifted up Chloe turned her head and pressed her lips against its sole, giving it a loving kiss. She faintly heard her Master giggling.

“I like that. Keep doing it.”

Chloe needed no better enticement, showering affection onto the boot, kissing the sides and the soles, moaning and whispering “thank you Sir” as she rubbed her face against it. She dared to look up and saw Master’s face looking down at her, her eyes filled with love and wearing a small smile. An impulse struck Chloe and she went along with it, draping her tongue over the underside of the boot, moaning deep in her throat at the acrid taste of dirt and rubber. Steph chuckled, moving her foot and kneeling down to run her fingers through Chloe’s hair and tug at her collar.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good dog.”

Suddenly, they shifted and Steph’s lips were on Chloe’s, soft but demanding, and Chloe softened, yielding entirely into the kiss. They broke only reluctantly, Steph’s hands behind Chloe’s head, fingers woven into her short brown hair.

“...Sir, I think it’s time to try,” Chloe said hesitantly. Stephanie jolted, slightly, subtle enough that only long association revealed it to Chloe.

“Up,” Steph said, and it was so, Chloe rising to her knees and locking eyes with Steph.

“It’ll be wonderful, Sir.”

“But what if it’s not?” Stephanie looked down. “What if I hurt you?”

“We’ll figure it out then. Together.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Master.”

Stephanie stood up, and Chloe remained kneeling. She took a deep breath and looked into Stephanie’s eyes, and then let it happen, the mote of light called a Soul pouring out of her chest. It floated in between her Master and herself, a faintly glowing pale pink ball. Tentatively, Stephanie set her hands on the light, shaking slightly. Chains crept out from her fingertips, her teal wrapping around Chloe’s light, and then there was a dizzying, terrifying sense of vertigo, and all sensation ceased.

In place of the world, there was only Stephanie. She saw what her Master wished for her to see, she heard what she wished her to hear. She was held motionless in the inky blackness, and all her preconceptions shattered. She felt a note of panic in her mind, and she felt the void reverberate.

But then she felt Stephanie’s hands, firm against the small of her back. And she heard her voice, buzzing against her ear, full of quiet force.

“I’m here, pet. You’re safe. Nothing bad will happen. You can stop whenever and I won’t be hurt.”

Chloe relaxed, somewhat, and Stephanie showed her an image. She saw through Stephanie’s eyes the empty bedroom. She walked up to a full-length mirror and adjusted it, to show the changes Chloe had brought to her form. When she caught sight of herself, she snorted and broke out into peals of laughter, smiling broadly and doubling over.

“I can’t believe you, Chlo,” she said in between gasps and chokes. The void around Chloe reverberated and she fell out of Stephanie’s world and into the real one, her arms around her Master’s back, grinning and rubbing her face against Steph’s chest. They collapsed onto the floor, a ball of nervous laughter and relief.

“I wasn’t trying to do that, Sir!”

“You made me a catgirl!”

“Well--”

“A catgirl witch!”

“...I just thought you’d look cute like that,” Chloe said, and they shook with laughter.

“Was it good for you, pet?”

“Yessir.”

“It was a lot for me,” Stephanie said, looking down. “Holding you inside myself like that.”

“It was scary, at first. But, I think, together--”

“With the power of love, we can turn into an anime catgirl, yes,” Stephanie said, kissing Chloe on the cheek.

“You’re terrible.”