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Kat lifelessly spun her fork into the spaghetti. The smilodon hunched over the table, held up by her other arm as she tried to jumpstart her appetite. Her mother's recipe, homemade sauce. Even the noodles were homemade thanks to a machine her dad bought on their anniversary. It wasn't bad, but the moment Kat slipped it past her lips and fangs, letting the tangy tomato sauce soak against her tongue, she felt only an absence.

It'd been with her since she moved back in.

Life was meant to have ups and downs. Everyone told her that. But something about getting fired from her first job out of college crushed her spirits more than Kat had anticipated. It was a good company, and she was working in design. But project after project kept rolling in before she could finish them. What started as a brief stint of panic became a daily routine as she'd work late, come home with a microwaved dinner and an hour to herself before bed, and then wake up to repeat. She expected hell to be more fire and brimstone.

Two years of that broke her. Another year of it made her walk like a husk and drift apart from whoever she knew. She slipped up, got sloppy, and got the boot. Now instead of business attire, the redheaded smilodon wore sweatpants and baggy shirts that helped hide her weight as she chomped down on carbs after carbs in her home. Her father's love of bread and pasta really did not help their dietary needs.

But she was always a little heavier and It never bothered her before. She sighed, her breath a simple light breeze to the devil that mocked her with any little jab he could get. Just another failure in a generation that couldn't claw itself out of their family's grace.

"Kat, honey, are you ok?" Her father asked. Kat didn't raise her head to notice the older smilodon's concern. She saw enough of him from a tilt, his gut brushing against the table with an empty but marinara sauce-stained plate in front of him. "You've hardly eaten your dinner."

She looked down. Kat swore she'd eaten some chunk of the pasta laid out before her, but it had been piled as high as ever. "I guess I'm not hungry," She said.

"Can't imagine you would." Her mother's tone scratched at her eyes. Rose, even when being polite, had a judgey echo to her words. "You've been cooped up in your room all day. Have you been job hunting?" She took Kat's plate and scrapped its remains into a plastic container that, despite the many years of Italian cuisine, stayed stainless.

Kat looked away instead of answering. She'd stopped hunting two weeks ago. So many sites wanted her to make an account, as if they'd contact her when they needed something. Interviews she did get were either MLMs or group calls designed to sucker people into sales gigs that she didn't sign up for. Her anxiety told her that most people would suck it up and keep going, and she felt a knot in her stomach at how she failed to have even that level of willpower.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about it dear. Our young graduate is just taking a break." Aster carried his plate over with a swaying walk and butted in to help his wife clean. They mirrored each other. The weight each gained was only matched by their growing care that sometimes made Kat sick to her stomach. "Can't imagine today's job hunting is not without its own problems. Even if it's easier."

Her mother's tone didn't share any sympathy. "There are more productive ways to have a break." The aged smilodon wrapped a finger around the pearls hanging from her neck. Rose glanced over at her daughter. "You should go out. Get air, or touch grass as the kids call it these days. Staying in your room all day can't be good for you, and I don't just mean the bed sores."

Kat knew her mother was just trying to help in her own way, but it felt like the woman brought a sledgehammer to deal with a single nail. Kat groaned and crumpled against the table. Even her metaphors were off. Her mother was brazen, but a sledgehammer? Maybe she did need to go out.

But where? Kat's parents lived in a small suburban town in the middle of nowhere, so her ability to find something fun was limited to a fifty-mile drive. Not to mention she had no one to hang out with, at least none her age. Better to just stick to random conversations online or preoccupy herself with games. She groaned again at the fact that her current location only added to her job-hunting difficulties. Few companies were willing to help pay for moving to a new location.

Rose's hand brushed through Kat's hair. "Don't worry, dear. I know it's tough now, but we will figure something out." A phone buzzed from the countertop. Rose turned and sighed, "That better not be the kennel." Judging by the annoyed glare on her face when Rose picked it up, it was. "Damn it. Dick's acting up again."

"It's to be expected." Aster nodded, "He's a brat with separation anxiety. We need to find him a foster."

"We can't get him a foster until he's properly trained," Said Rose.

"Unless we get a trainer to foster him." Aster pointed out.

"We don't have any professional trainers willing right now." Rose rubbed her temples at the thought of it. "Outside of us. And we have our hands full."

That was the moment Kat knew she needed to leave. She pushed out her chair and trudged upstairs, slumped over as if she could hide her shame from her parents. The smilodon knew she was going to be a burden when she moved back in, no matter how much her parents tried walking about it.

The moment her head crashed into the pink pillows of her bed, Kat wished she could toss away her responsibilities. Those at the kennel had it easy. They just needed to keep their owners content. With that, they could just laze around all day without judgment. She ran her finger against her neck, imagining the feel of a leather collar wrapped around it.

Being a pet sounded nice.

***

An airhorn wrenched from the covers. Kat clutched her ears and hunched forward, failing to stifle the awful second of noise. Sweat drenched her legs and her body tensed as she blinked to regain her bearings. From the lack of light shining in through the blinds, it was still dark out. She saw the presence of two people hiding amongst the shadows of her room, their forms outlined by small movements and subtle moonlight.

Kat blinked to get a clear view. Then lights clicked on. She cried out and covered her eyes. "What the fuck?!"

"Language, young lady." Her mother's voice rocked her with confusion. Adjusting to the bedroom light, Kat discovered her parents standing at the foot of her bed. Her mother's arms were crossed, strengthening the stern look of disapproval on her face. Her father, by contrast, had a soft grin that belonged to someone bringing hot cocoa on a winter's evening.

His hands were empty of any beverage.

"Mom? Dad?" Kat blinked as she turned her head to each of them, then the clock. "Guys, it's six in the morning."

"That's a perfectly acceptable time to get up." Her mother said.

Kat rolled her eyes and pulled her blanket back up. "Yeah, well, I don't have a job so I don't need to be up this early." Her blanket and bed sheets were ripped from her grasp, "Hey, what the hell?"

"Don't 'what the hell' us, dear." Her mother snipped, "You've been stuck in your room for ages, and I'll be damned if I let my daughter wallow by the wayside."

"Dear," Aster rested his hand on Rose's shoulder, "You're being too brash. May I?" At her nod, Kat's father took a seat against her bed and smiled. "Kat, you're a smart girl. But you're also waning. When you don't have a sense of direction, you flounder and it hurts us to see you like that. Your mother and I had hoped you got better through college, and wanted to give you some space to figure yourself out when you returned home." His smile faded, "It's been weeks, Kat. We're afraid you're not gonna improve without intervention."

Intervention? "So, what's this have to do with waking me up before the sun rises?" Kat asked, holding her sigh until the inevitable dumb parent plan was revealed. Did they have some job lined up for her? She couldn't work at the kennel, it required a mindset that Kat just didn't carry.

His smile returned. "Well, your mother and I have a particular set of skills, and we're well aware of how you watched us use those skills when you learned what the kennel really was." Kat blushed. He couldn't actually mean...she looked to her mother, who nodded back with a grin. "Now, you're free to say no, but if you say yes, then you gotta abide by it until you move out. Is that clear?"

She gulped. They were serious. Kat turned her head to each of them again, hitting herself with another realization of just how serious they were. She felt hot, enough that her loose shirt somehow became suffocating against her frame. "U-Until I leave?"

They nodded. "You're not going to stop looking for work," Her mother explained, "We'll just be making you more useful around the house. Teach you habits, and reward you for them."

Her father placed a pink leather feral dog collar against the bed. A training collar for the kennel. Kat's heart leapt at the sight of it, her eyes searching for a tag that was not there. "Your choice, kiddo. We ain't leaving the room until you make it."

Kat reached for her neck at the sight of the leather circle. She immediately imagined how it'd feel against her flesh. How its inconsequential weight would be a reminder of her status. She'd seen the slaves at the kennel, how they went about simple lives with their only goal being in service to whoever owned them. They didn't need to think hard or to apply for jobs. Sure, they had signed over their rights, but it was all willingly.

She failed to keep her hand steady as she reached for the collar. Both parents smiled as she unbuckled it and wrapped it around her neck. Her father readjusted it when it was clear she'd been too loose. Not too tight she couldn't breathe, but tight enough that she felt it with each gulp.

"A fine choice." Her father said. Kat blushed, her ears drooped as her smile curled up.

Her mother clapped her hands for attention. "First things first, get naked." Rose pointed to Kat's loose shirt and tight underwear, "No slave in this house is wearing clothes unless we say so. Chop chop."

Electricity ran through Kat's veins as she kicked out of bed and hastily tossed her clothes off. Her father caught her shirt mid throw. "Ah, ah. Fold them." He chided, "Put things away properly."

"That goes for this room as well." Her mother motioned to the disarray of Kat's abode, "There is a clear lack of gratitude in this mess. We expect it to be sorted within the hour." Kat nodded as she folded her shirt and panties, then set them aside. Her mother, no, her mistress raised her brow in response. "I expect you to vocalize your understanding, slave. When I or my husband give you a task, you are to say, 'Yes' along with a title of respect. Mistress, Ma'am, Sir, or Master are all acceptable."

"Yes, Mo...Yes, Mistress." Kat chewed her lip after catching her mistake.

Aster chuckled and brushed her scalp. "Don't worry, I know it'll take some getting used to." Unlike her mistress, her master preferred a light approach to enslavement. From experience, Kat had seen their good trainer-bad trainer routine be effective for various slaves. Some needed a soft hand, some needed hard, but most needed a mix of both to push them toward proper servitude.

What was normally a boorish task gained a sensible rush as Kat's parents watched her naked form clean the loose clutter off her bedroom floor. Discarded clothes, soda cans, unfluffed pillows and old sheets, her new owners were relentless. Rose chastised Kat for any mistake, from creased folds to picking up too much for the laundry basket. Aster, as expected, praised her for doing things properly. This did have the unfortunate side effect of her leaning toward her master for commands, but Kat was always a daddy's girl.

After an hour of sorting, vacuuming, and dusting at their command, Kat's room had become as spotless as the rooms depicted on magazine covers. A small sense of pride filled up the smildon's gut as she watched her two owners inspect her work, Rose nodded along with each area she approved. "It seems all she lacked was proper motivation." The older smilodon said.

Her husband nodded in agreement. "Perhaps she should clean our room?"

Rose agreed. "Slave, bring us the box of garbage bags from underneath the sink. Then attend to our bedroom to make sure things are properly put away. We will inspect it shortly."

In her haste, Kat tried sprinting down the halls. Her parents, no, owners, shouted that there would be no running in their house, forcing her to power walk down the carpeted hallway and steps. Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach and her lips curled subconsciously while she grabbed the box of garbage bags and headed back to pass them off.

Next came her parents' room, which was in disarray at her arrival. The bed had been left unmade, clothes from last night tossed on the floor, and not to mention the bottles and loose fur laid about in the bathroom. Knowing what a clean freak her mother was, Kat found the chaos shocking. Then it hit her, they had done this on purpose.

Rather than anger, she felt a giddy tingle underneath her skin. How long had they thought about collaring her? What other assignments did they have planned for her to follow with obedience? The smilodon hummed along with her thoughts as she went about cleaning the room. First, the bedsheets needed to be changed and straightened, then the loose clothes were added to the hamper for laundry later. There was something so deliciously wrong about doing said tasks naked save for the collar. Like she could fall into a trance for just this single duty, all because it needed to be done for others and not herself.

The bathroom was tricky. It was a wide space with a tiled floor, two sinks opposite of each other, and a glass shower fastened to the back wall behind her father's sink. Between them was a large tub that she hadn't ever seen used, but showed signs of it now by the excess fur near the drain. After sorting through her parents' beauty products, the smilodon decided to take some drano and pour it down the tub, sinks, and shower after testing which pipes needed it the most. The shower won the worst clog award.

"Freeze." Kat stood still at her mother's command. The older smilodon held her hands behind her back, her chin held up high as she inspected her daughter's cleaning efforts. She opened one of the wall cabinets filled with beauty products. "Come here and kneel." Kat followed, her heartbeat resounded in her chest as her knees rested against the floor. Her mother pulled out one bottle from the rotating shelves. It was black, with cool blue letters that read 'Men's health body wash'.

"Am I a man?" Rose asked. Kat felt her mistake weigh down her shoulders. She looked away with her nod. Her mother's finger jabbed underneath her chin and forced the young woman to look her straight in the eye. "Never avoid your owner's gaze when they ask you a question or when you answer. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress." Kat felt so inconceivably small in her mother's presence.

"Good. Now, am I a man?" She asked.

Kat shook her head, "No, Mistress."

"Then why is my husband's body wash mixed with my products?"

Kat didn't have a good answer for that. She'd just picked up and put away bottles to the drawers and cabinets that were closest. Her mother's naked paw tapped against the floor, patience wearing thin while Kat tried to think up an excuse. In the end, she gave none. "I did not read the label carefully, Mistress. I a-assumed it was yours because it was on your side of the bathroom."

"Sloppy." Her mother didn't so much say it as she spat it out. "Hands on the sink, ass out."

Even as instructed, with fear creeping up her spine, Kat found her lips raised to a smile when she assumed the position. Her mother's hands braced and dragged across her bottom, fingers dug into her supple cheeks to hold with authority. Her own digits curled at the forceful feeling, breath stammered with the upcoming punishment.

So lost in the sensation that she didn't hear a drawer open.

The flat side of a hairbrush slapped against her behind. Kat bit her lip as pain shot up from her left cheek, like a bunch of gnats had taken one unified bite and left a burn. "Say thank you, Mistress." Her mother commanded.

"T-Thank you, Mistress." Kat gasped out. Her mother struck the right cheek, and Kat repeated her gratitude. She winced and yelped under her mistress's barrage, back arching as if to run from the pain. The smilodon lost count at four hits and felt tears fill her gaze by the end of it.

"There, there." The smilodon matron pulled her daughter close, nestling her head between her mother's breasts. "You took it well. I am very proud." Her tone still carried that harsh and cold command of a strict parent, but Kat found some warmth in her words. She wrapped her arms around her mother's waist as the tears stained the older smilodon's chest. Her ass burned like fire, her tears flowed, but she did not hate it. Her body just hadn't adjusted to the euphoria, not yet.

When the tears dried, her mother let go and pointed to the misplaced products. "I want you to properly sort them. Once that is done, you are to meet us in the kitchen for breakfast. Is that clear?"

Kat nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." She wiped what remained of her tears away and set about her task. The amount of beauty products her father had came as a small shock. While Aster took fair care of his fur, Kat had assumed he'd just found an all in one bottle like most men she'd known. Turns out, he had just as many as her mother.

With everything away, she made her way to the kitchen. Her bum's burning pain had died down, but the ensuing sensation felt akin to an aftertaste.

The kitchen of her family home was split into two parts by a single island with a black granite countertop. One side had the gas stove, the fridge, the pantries, sink, and dishwasher. All the things needed to cook for a family of three. The other had six seats, four of which were pushed into a square wooden table with decorative nicknacks like a glass sphere. The remaining two were occupied by her parents at the counter, both currently eating a fresh bowl of fruit. Kat reached for the fridge to get her own breakfast, only for her mother's voice to stop her. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked.

Kat, blushing, pulled her hands behind her back and said, "Getting breakfast, Mistress."

"No need." Her father pointed to the floor between him and his wife. "We've got that covered. Come over." Kat discovered a bowl sat in the space between her parents, already filled with fruit for breakfast, and a towel for spills. "Pets eat on their knees. Preferably avoiding the use of their hands."

It took getting used to. Eating face down made it difficult to sort out what exactly she grabbed from the fruits in the bowl. Mostly slices of melon and grapes. Kat's focus was so chained to her meal, both its humiliation and impracticality, that she only heard bits and pieces of her parents talking. Something about a party, last minute, and the headaches that followed with it.

"I suppose I should go get everything set up." Rose sighed as she scooted out, "Can I trust you won't be too lenient with her?"

"I have my methods. You have yours." Her father said. He ordered Kat to clean the kitchen after her mother left. The older smilodon kept a watchful eye on his daughter as she rinsed, scrubbed, and washed, not letting her leave until the countertop shined. "Your back is hunched." He noted, pointing at her posture, "Can you keep it straight?"

Kat nodded, "I will, sir." Her father didn't look convinced. If she were honest, Kat would admit she wasn't used to standing straight. He smiled and told her to follow him to the bedroom, where he grabbed a leather strap and a hook with a small metal ball on the end over a point. "W-What's that...sir?"

"Just an extra tool to help your posture. We use them at the kennel all the time." Spurting out a dollop of lube over the ball, the smilodon pointed to the bed and said, "Lay on your stomach. Ass up."

The comfort of the bed meant little at the cold metal pressing against her pucker. Kat bit into the sheets, relaxing her ass as much as possible for the hook. "That's it...good girl." Her master did his best to comfort her through lodging the anal hook inside. She felt the leather strap tied to the back of her collar, and as Kat stood she found her posture fixed. Hunching over pulled at the hook inside her.

"Works on all fours as well." Aster took the opportunity to fondle his daughter's breasts. His hands were warm, but her nipples weren't ready for the pinching. "I'd say about a month of using the hook regularly and you'll be a natural. Way better than your mother reminding you with a cane. Unless, of course," He pulled at her nipples, earning a subtle moan from the smilodon, "You enjoy that kind of reminder."

Over the next few hours, Kat continued doing chores at her master's behest. Every step reminded her of the metal ball. It rubbed against her inner walls, with the strap holding her posture in place despite her back's protest. She cleaned the bathroom, took out the trash naked, and helped move a bunch of trash bags labeled 'charity clothes' from her bedroom to her father's car. Despite her fair share of annoyances, Kat melted whenever her master praised her work. She didn't even care that her room had been stripped away of everything that had been hers.

She didn't need it anyway.

By the time her mother returned, the only thing keeping Kat from hunching over was the hook. "Oh, I see she's been putting in the effort." Rose brushed her fingertip across the countertop, noting the lack of dust. Kat felt a small tinge of pride at that.

Aster wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her. Kat's chest grew warm at her parent's embrace, her own lips nibbled in the sight of it. "Are they coming?" He asked.

"In an hour." Rose motioned to the bag in her hand, "We need to prep."

For what exactly, Kat wasn't told. Her tasks were simply to clear out the living room and set up numerous pillows on the floor. By the first ring of the doorbell, the smilodon had figured out what was happening. Mr. Clark, a good friend of her parents and a kennel worker, had arrived with his own slave in tow. "Big day?" The hippopotamus asked in his deep voice. Her parents let him in with a nod and a chuckle. Thick and heavy hands squeezed at Kat's breasts as the hippo inspected her. "I always figured she'd be a nice slave to have. Glad you both decided to collar her."

They came out like a wave. Coworkers, local auctioneers, and their slaves. Kat had known most of these people her entire life. They were, in a way, family. So being naked and fondled by each and every one of them like a piece of meat turned her red. They noted the little hook for her form, offered their own methods of training, and even talked to her parents about borrowing her for a day.

Kat was certain they could smell her arousal at the prospect.

Everyone gathered in the living room. Slaves either stood by their owners, or kneeled at provided pillows. At least two kneeled against the floor itself, perfectly comfortable with the hardwood on their knees. Kat kneeled in the middle of them all, face forward and back straight. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice." Her father said, raising a glass of champagne that someone had brought. "It truly means a lot."

Her mother continued, "Today, we are gathered to collar our daughter, Kat, as our slave and pet. From here on, she will be our property and our responsibility."

"So what else has changed?" Aster chimed in. Their audience chuckled. Kat blushed and furled her fingers. Then she saw the collar. Her mother pulled it from a black bag with anticipation. Black leather with gold trim and matching stitching that spelled out her name. Thick enough to be noticeable in the day to day, but not so much that it would impede her neck. Kat's skipped a beat at the sight of it.

"Katherine." Her mother unbuckled the collar as her father unbuckled the training one around the younger smilodon's neck. "Do you swear to be our slave? To trust us to care for your sickness? To serve us dutifully in your health?"

Anxiety, desire, and excitement pooled into one bubbling stew in her gut. Kat nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"Do you swear to follow our commands?" Her father asked, "To your utmost ability? Do you swear to take responsibility for your failings, and strive to be as best as you can in your service?"

"Yes, Master." It felt so giddy to say.

Her mother, now mistress, wrapped the collar around her neck. Her father, now master, tightened it just enough that she could feel it with every gulp without pain. "Congratulations, Katherine. You are now ours."

Kat felt goosebumps over the first few seconds. The kind of little ticks of excitement that washed over the body with delicious ecstasy. In a moment of undisciplined desire, she reached for the collar. Rich leather with expert stitching traced along her fingertips. Each swallow reminded her of her place. She loved it.

Then there were the cheers and pops of champagne bottles. All the dominants congratulated her, and their slaves gave their own affectionate nods or happy claps depending on the leniency of their owners. Her heart bounced against her ribcage hard enough that she swore it cracked.

Her master's hand braced her head. "I think we need to treat our guests to a little something. Kat, why don't you 'Thank' them for arriving." The wink made the order clear. Her mistress curled her brow at the wordplay, knowing full well that direct orders were important in early training. But Kat knew, and her mistress would let it slide for today.

By the hour's end, her mouth was sore and her tongue had grown used to the taste of seed and juice. Not a single dominant rebuffed her request. Some even let her pleasure their own slaves, no matter how small they had to have been. Even with the hook inside her, she kept her ass raised, silently begging to be fucked with each service. Her owners wouldn't allow it, not yet.

Not a second after the guests left, her owners pulled her to their bedroom. Her mistress stripped naked whilst her master finally pulled the hook from Kat's bum. The emptiness felt strange, almost frightening.

"Come here." Her mistress curled her finger, legs spread at the bed. Kat crawled forward, tongue at the ready. With the older smilodon's guiding hand, she softly kissed up her mother's thigh before pressing her lips against the wet folds between. The older smilodon had been watching her all day, excited for this moment. "That's a good girl." Her mother cooed, pulling the chain taut. "Get right in there."

Kat yelped at the sudden chill of a lubed finger between her asscrack. Her mother grabbed her head and kept her on task. "Been wanting to do this all day." Her father's cocktip entrenched itself into her pucker. Slowly he pushed, spreading her further than the hook had allowed. She grit her teeth at the intense intruder. Her mother chided her for it.

"It's rude to stop before your owner says so, dear." Her mistress said, "You can't just use an ass fucking as an excuse."

"Oh, don't be too hard, Rose." Her father's hands latched at her hips. "She's not used to two partners at once, not yet. But don't worry, baby, we'll give you lots of practice."

Yes, lots of practice. Kat tried to keep her mother satisfied, but her filled cavern took the attention. No amount of chiding from her mistress could keep her from moaning when her tongue was better served between those matronly thighs. Added with her mother's lustful scent, and the girl found herself trapped in a daze.

Enthusiasm could not beat out exhaustion. She collapsed between her mother's legs, and her father stopped his thrusts. "Beat, dear?" Her master asked. Kat nodded, arms clutched around her mother's legs as though she could still provide pleasure. The smilodon woman pulled her up and let her cuddle into her bosom.

"It's fine, dear, we have all the time in the world."

Her master reached up and joined their embrace. Kat drifted into darkness in their warm and loving touch. For the first time in a long while, she was happy and excited for what tomorrow would bring.