I sighed inwardly as I parked near the rear entrance of the training group. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a choice in being here as it was required that I regularly attend to maintain my unemployment payments. Listening to the radio I began rolling a cigarette, looking up as I licked the dried gum of the paper to seal the cylinder and find my lighter. Locking the car I headed toward the smoking area before classes began while exhaling a smoky haze in my wake. It was half an hour before the doors officially opened, though one of the instructors were regularly here early and would sneak open the back door for those few of us arriving early to make a welcomed coffee.

As I relaxed leaning against the wall under the small carport like structure of the smoking area I glanced at the two attractive young women sitting at an old wooden BBQ table and chairs. They were speaking in quiet, subdued tones. Janet with her dark auburn hair, sitting with her legs crossed but angling out straight in front of her, was staring down at the table despondently, occasionally nodding as Melissa spoke. This was only the second week of the course and I hadn’t known either of them previously. What interested me about both girls from day one (other than their youthful attractiveness), was that in addition to them being sisters, they both wore the correct triskele symbol. The triskele is not typically known by those outside of particular… social circles. I frowned as I inwardly cringed at the unbidden memory of Seven, a former pet. I quickly filed the memory of regret away. I only kept it to remind myself of how badly broken trust can hurt. I had neither claimed a new pet, nor been involved in the community in over two years, unwilling to put either myself or someone under my care through similar events again.

I watched on, unnoticed as the conversation progressed. I couldn’t help but observe the worrying glances Melissa cast to her sister as they spoke. Given what I had assumed of the sisters due to their taste in jewelry, I watched Janet’s movements closely for any sign of stiffness. This wouldn’t necessarily indicate signs of unwanted abuse (or even be present depending on her particular tastes), however grimaces of pain as she moved could indicate an unfamiliar or uncaring hand. Janet raised her arm, folding some unruly hair behind her ear with delicate fingers. I stiffened, noticing the bruises around her wrist, briefly showing under her light long sleeved top paying much closer attention as she lifted her coffee cup for a sip from her other hand. The angry purple of a bruise clearly evident beneath the light white material of her shirt.

I pulled out my phone to check the time, others had started arriving and I wanted to check how much time I had before we started. Ten minutes, no time for a delicate conversation, but I want to at least pass on information in relation to sub drop. It may or may not help, but it would indicate to the sisters, in the most delicate way I could think of with the time to hand, that I may able to help. I’m more concerned about the deeper issues likely happening, but it’s a step in the right direction. I swallowed and sighed internally as I walked over. Depending on the girls temperaments, this may not be a pleasant conversation, not only due to the topic, but because I was about twice their age. Some women had hang ups about those sorts of things.

The conversation stopped as I approached.

“Good morning ladies.” I beamed a warm smile as I sat by Melissa, across from Janet.

“Uh… Hi” Melissa answered warily for both of them.

Ah crap, as I turned to Melissa in greeting I could see our instructor over her shoulder, gathering students to get an early start on the day. As he glanced in our direction I gave him a wave over her shoulder.

“We’ll be in shortly.”

Nonplussed he turned and let us be.

The girls turned to look at me, brows furrowed with slightly confused, questioning looks. Now out of time I got to the point quickly. I pointedly looked at the short choker style necklaces with the black and silver triskele symbol in the nape of each of their necks. I slowly pushed my hand across the table and took one of Janet’s hands in my own, gently folding back the light cloth to look at her bruised wrist. She didn’t flinch at least, which meant no broken bones or serious strains, but also demonstrating she isn’t ashamed of the bruising.

“If your Sir did this without your express consent, it’s time to move on.” I began speaking while looking with concern at Janet’s bruises, finishing the sentence as I looked into her eyes, observing her barely restrained tears.

“Sir…” Melissa began.

As I moved to gently grasp Janet’s other hand for inspection of the bruising I had spotted earlier I cut her off. “I’m not your Sir, and neither of you are my pets, please call me Jacob.”

“I… yes, Jacob.” Janet remained frozen, watching me with defeated, sad eyes as Melissa continued.

“We… know you.” Melissa continued, I glanced up briefly, the question plain on my face.

“About three years ago,” she continued a little embarrassed. “I was the cat, Janet was the fox?”

Unable to help myself I immediately grinned, recalling the last gathering I had attended before my self imposed exile. It was quite the note to go out on. To the best of my memory I had only ever been at a single gathering with both a cat and a fox in attendance. It was hardly surprising that I didn’t specifically recall these young women, as at this particular gathering both had been fully clad in latex. Cat in black, fox in red.  At the time I had put the affections of the two young women down to the result of a particular kink their Master may have had and assumed he (or she) were one of the others in attendance, watching their pets antics. After the event I had asked some basic questions about the pair, some people preferred to remain anonymous, a decision I respected. One of the organisers had advised they were simply new to town and looking for an experienced Master, at the time she had laughed at my question. “Of course I pointed them your direction.” as if it were obvious.

Thoughts returning to the present I responded, perhaps a little to happily given the situation.

“That was a fantastic night!” I answered with a surprised laugh. In the back of my mind however I couldn’t help but wonder why they hadn’t approached me earlier?

“It was.” Melissa smiled at the memory, but it was the sad smile of someone remembering a better time. At my look of concern her expression softened just a little and she placed her hand on my leg under the table.

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Janet broke into the conversation, “We left him because he’s been getting jealous and abusive. Now this…” She held up her wrists displaying the bruises of uncaring hands, “…he’s an asshole!” She spat the words out, close to the breaking point.

Whilst I had no claim to either of them, I felt a pang of guilt, perhaps if I hadn’t withdrawn from the community immediately after our first meeting the girls wouldn’t be in this situation. Regardless, I most certainly wasn’t about to leave someone in distress, full of self doubt and shattered from broken trust, knowing all to well how it could ruin a person.

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Shimshai smiled as she watched the women interacting with her human in real time, she paused the time flow of Earth. It was a risk, but with the universal frame integration imminent it was doubtful her actions would be discovered. She wanted to savor his final moments of freedom.

He wasn’t actually her human of course, she just preferred to think of him that way. They were of course correct, she had reviewed the details from that period of his life several times, sharing the experiences of those he had claimed via her soul bonding ability. None of those women deserved him of course, but he didn’t know any better so she wouldn’t hold it against him. Shimshai had relived the night from the viewpoint of both females repeatedly, and all to often caught herself being lax in her duties as she daydreamed of her actual self being in the scenario.

Shimshai had never been loved; wanted; needed; desired; or any other term that might describe some sort of affection in the thousands of years of her existence. In fact, before she had discovered this human 'Jacob' during routine research, she hadn’t even bothered to manufacture a corporeal existence. She had been neither man, nor woman. She just… was.

Reliving the experiences of the lesser women he had claimed during his life was an eye opening experience. And lesser women they were, they could never love him like she did. Her only recourse was to soul bond with the women he had previously been involved with. In this way, she could replay each… play session, and feel each and every desire as though they were her own. She felt sorry for these pets, these play things, they were pathetic little beings undeserving of his love and attention. For he had shown Shimshai that regardless of the body she had bonded with, regardless of the different needs and wants the possessed bodies of the women exhibited, he had never failed to care for her, please her, or even punish her in exactly the way she needed or deserved at that exact moment in time.

Shimshai had long ago disregarded the fact that the desires and sensations she experienced during soul bonding weren’t her own, they were an echo of emotions, a consequence of the soul bonding. From her point of view, she was there, she had been the one he had shared all of these experiences with. And because of his uncanny abilities in reading the desires of women... as these pretenders became his, she herself had been aquired.

Of course she was his, she was his one and only true love. Shimshai had willingly submitted her free will to the control of the human male she had never actually met thousands of times now, no other woman could claim as much. They were meant to be together. Shimshai lowered her head, trying to hide her smile from herself as she blushed. She now thought of herself as female because of him, she had created this body specifically to please him. It was nothing less than what he deserved. It was just a pleasant coincidence that it aligned with her own desires.

“I wonder when exactly I became infatuated with this human?” She asked aloud in a now rare moment of clear headed, analytical thought. It didn’t last long however. In her delusion she brushed aside these inconsequential concerns from her mind as she rose, her work once again forgotten as she day dreamed of the possibilities.

She sighed at herself hopelessly in recrimination as she walked to the object on the wall, likely the only one in this entire realm. She had begged, borrowed, and misappropriated the various resources needed to recreate it. She had first seen them when inhabiting the various souls as she stalked her Master… the petite asian women in the mirror sighed at Shimshai. “My master… I wish.” She pouted at herself shyly in the way she knew he liked. Displaying her mastery over the manipulation of her features, a skill she had obtained from the many hours of practice invested into the art.

Shimshai had been crafting this body for some time now, another of her secret obsessions. This secondary infatuation taking the form of creating the most perfectly irresistible female body as a gift for her master. It was merely a very fortuitous side effect of this body, that as she had created it, only Shimshai could posses it. An amalgamation of the various lesser women he had known, with a special twist only she could add with her knowledge of the universal frame interface. Shimshai smiled mischievously at herself in the mirror, only he would be permitted to touch her in this corporeal form… assuming they would ever meet. The anticipation of waiting for that particular meeting to eventuate would be worth it alone, her master had shown her that anticipation of an event was an exquisitely torturous sensation of its own. Even though such a meeting between them was likely to never happen, it would be worth the wait.

As the petite, large breasted young female admired her own naked body in the mirror, Shimshai’s mind… and hands, wondered. Universal frame integration would soon begin and Masters home would become Instance: Earth. She had carefully considered and decided to grant her masters new, albeit very temporary new pets a favour. Actually it was a favour for him, she corrected herself, these unworthy women were simply the benefactors of his gift, the first of two she would bestow upon him. Hopefully the master and his two temporary pets would find each other after the instancing. If so, she had little doubt he would be suitably impressed with their transformations. Only Shimshai could truly know her Masters wants and desires, not these lesser females. She was absolutely certain he would be pleased if he ever met Janet and Melissa in their new beastkin forms. Granted, she had to fudge some paperwork, circumvent various red tape and bribe other administration clerks like herself. It was surprisingly easy, even if the potential punishment for the culmination of her actions being discovered was likely to be a swift death… deletion. Assigning different races to family members was highly irregular to say the least, it should have been a much more difficult proposition. But in the end she had been successful, and owed several underhanded favours in kind as a result.

Shimshai shivered involuntarily at the thought of how Master might reward, or better yet, punish her if he ever found out what she had done. Temporarily loosing herself, Shimshai traced her fingertips along her flat stomach, continuing up and stroking along the line of her full breasts, she admired the soft texture of her own skin.

Focused on the live feed of her Master in the corner of her vision she suddently realised the wait was over. It was about to begin, his world would change forever and her Master would very shortly discover her second gift. With her introspection now complete, Shimshai sighed with unsatisfied desire as the time flow of Earth returned to normal.

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I rose and glanced around the parking lot, there was no one else here that I could see, but something felt… off. Like we were being watched. I looked at the two woman watching me and waiting expectantly. I shrugged internally and with a small frown as I moved to Janet’s side of the table, I leaned down enfolding her seated form from behind in my embrace. I was particularly careful not to brush against her breasts, she needed comfort, and to feel safe. Even an accidental touch at this point could derail my intentions quickly. I looked across the table to Melissa, now frowning deeply and about to crack.

“Of course I will help you pet.” I whispered loud enough for both girls to hear.

Janet inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh as she responded with a slightly shaking voice “Thank you, Sir.”

Aaaaaaand… the world faded to blue. What the fuck!