My face burned with mortification. The furry tail Loki had bestowed upon me magically swished along the floor, completely out of my control since I was still learning to deal with it. The tufted ears she had also given me flattened against my head in response to my embarrassment. I really, really should have kept my mouth shut.

I really should have shut off the computer when Loki decided to pay a visit around the time I found a documentary on D/s that I had found myself absorbed in. Then my eyes wouldn't have lit up with nostalgia when it came to the part about pet play. Loki noticed everything I did, every expression I made, any spark that came along our bond, and of course she would not let it go. I ended up having to tell her about how one of my escapes when I was little was to pretend I was a cat and let the worries that came with being a young empath melt away for short stretches of time. I told her how I kept the habit all throughout adolescence and then I had discovered pet play was a thing, which had made me feel like less of a freak, and continued to indulge in it as an adult up until the day I was abducted.

Had I ever been a kitty with or for anyone? No, because kitty space for me had been a private escape, a way to turn my brain off for a little bit and just be. Worrying about nothing except when to eat, when to nap, and when to play had been freeing and had been a much-needed outlet for me, a stressed-out empath who had to deal with adulting in a world that was not empath friendly.

I should have known Loki would get extremely excited at the thought of me doing something with her that I had never done with anyone. I also should have known that Loki wouldn't have just gone to a store to buy a pair of ears and a tail attached to a belt or a buttplug.

She waited until we were home that evening to inform me of our plans for the next day. She talked to me about the magic she intended to perform on me, which I agreed to. I didn't have the heart to say no since she seemed so damn gleeful.

"I call you my Pet anyway, so we may as well experience what it is like when you are my literal pet," Loki had reasoned.

That was all well and good, but the problem was that I always was by myself when I slipped into that headspace. I had never done it with an "owner". I was willing to try for Loki. But holy crap, was it embarrassing.

It had taken some trial and error getting used to the damn tail. I didn't know how to move it, how to stop it from twitching, or anything that would involve living with a tail. So far, I had managed to knock over a vase, a framed photo, a glass of what I really hoped was water, and I had even pulled the mind-blowingly impressive move of shutting it in the bedroom door.

I had grabbed a washcloth, wrapped some ice in it, and put it on the tail when I noticed Loki frowning at me. "Something wrong?"

"There is. Cats are not bipedal," she answered, then she looked at me expectedly. She reached over and grabbed the ice. "They also do not ice their own tails after slamming them in doors. For that matter, they do not open and close doors."

Damn it, I forgot. Loki had said that as soon as she cast the spell giving me a tail and ears, the roleplay would begin. I was expected to slide into kitty headspace. It had only been half an hour and already I was fucking up.

"And," she added, "They do not wear robes."

Right. Cats were naked.

With a muttered apology I slowly slid to my knees after removing my robe and tossing it over the nearest chair. I looked up at Loki and asked, "Better?"

"Much. But cats do not speak. If you choose to vocalize, you know you need to do it in the way cats do."

My face burned with mortification. The tail would not stop its nervous twitching, which was getting worse the more I messed up. I opened my mouth, closed it, and then opened it again to produce a very weak, very quiet "Mew?"

I really wanted a portal to open and produce some demons, some soldiers from another world, or hell just scoop me up and abduct me away from here.

"Ah, yes. Perfect, my Pet," Loki knelt down, stroking my hair and ears and kissed me on the forehead. I leaned into her touch, savoring it. The scritches felt incredible. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

The first couple of hours weren't that bad. I spent most of the morning reclined on Loki's lap as she read a book and petted my back absent-mindedly. The times when she scratched it…oooohhhh boy, I just about came. Then she had conjured up a mouse toy and used her seidr to move it back and forth, wriggling it to and thro, basically moving it like a prey item.

Part of me was humiliated, but I was triggered. I leapt to the floor and began chasing it. Loki chuckled as she maneuvered it under tables, onto the loveseat, down the hall, under our bed, and back to the living room. I was having a fantastic time.

Then lunch came.

I wasn't used to sitting on the floor watching as Loki prepared tuna fish sandwiches—with no pickles (which I had flattened my ears and grumbled at, but she ignored me). A gold petdish appeared on the counter and Loki carried it as well as her own plate to the table.

I started to jump onto a chair, but she just laughed. "No animals at my table, Pet. You know where you take your meals." She set the petbowl on the floor next to her chair and called in another gold bowl full of an amber liquid. I took a cautious sniff. Apple juice.

Embarrassing, but I was expected to do it so I crawled to the bowl, lowered myself to my elbows, and began to eat. Just to be sassy, I let my ass stick up in the air and swished my tail.

"Cheeky cat," Loki observed as she ate. "You know, Pet, today has not been bad. I am quite enjoying myself. How about you?"

"Mew," I answered after swallowing a bite.

"You may use your words."

"I'm having fun too."

"But?"

"But it is out of my comfort zone."

Loki grinned. "I believe that is the point."

"It's not something I'd like to do on a regular basis."

"Mmmmm." Even without our bond I knew Loki was pondering. "Did you not used to do this often?"

"Yes. It was an escape, a comfort mechanism."

"What has changed?"

I didn't have to think about it. "I have you. I don't need an escape anymore."

Loki smiled and with a flick of her wrist the tail and ears were gone. "Come here, love."

I jumped to my feet, wobbling a little since my balance was slightly off thanks to that tail, and knelt on the floor between her legs. She ran her fingers through my hair. "As I stated, I did find this enjoyable. Shall we make this something we can indulge in every so often?"

I thought about it. After a few minutes I nodded.

"Perfect. You may eat sitting at the table."

Thank goodness.

I helped her clean up after the meal and then, still naked, laid my head in Loki's lap as she put on some TV. I barely paid attention to what was on since she was still petting me.

I didn't need a tail and tufted ears in order to purr for her.