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He seemed to grab everything I need except – there’s no other tail but the plug.

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DONNIE

Despite the need to explain my reserving a private changing room, I am thoroughly excited to experience the pet area with my kitten… erm Shiloh. I don’t need to change into anything, but I pull off my hoodie, socks, and shoes to be fully comfortable for some kitty snuggles if he wants them. While he’s distracted searching his bag for his other tail, I pull the kitten and puppy treats out of my bag and stuff them in my back pockets.

Lucky bounced into the shop last week with his thumb in his mouth and thrust an index card at me before skipping back out the door. I got a quick wave from Spencer before I looked down and saw a recipe for some apple cinnamon and peanut butter banana treats along with a recommendation to use cookie cutters to differentiate between the two. The apple cinnamon were labeled kitten treats and the peanut butter banana were puppy treats.

I ended up taking a morning off while Shiloh wasdoing his studio time this week to make them and have time to clean up and air out the apartment. I want them to be a surprise for the both of them.

“Um, Donnie?” Shiloh looks up at me as he drops his now empty bag to the floor. “I think you forgot to pack my tail.”

Reaching into my bag, I pull out a small bottle of lube and hold it out to him. “I figured since you have the plug tail and the shorts you do that you only use the plug one. I didn’t see any lube in your stuff so I grabbed a bottle from my room.”

Shiloh takes the lube from my hand like it’s a dangerous animal and picks up his tail gingerly with the other hand. The confusion on his face doesn’t make sense, unless…

“Have you ever used the plug, Shiloh?”

He glances up at me before his arms drop to his sides and he shakes his head. The sadness radiating off of him is not what I had expected when I packed for him. He was supposed to be shy, but then we’d go have some fun after he got over his embarrassment. I mean, he got over giving me a shiner with the damn thing.

“I can’t be kitty without a tail,” he says in a strained voice, and I feel like absolute dogshit for not grabbing the other one as well.

“I’m so sorry, kitten,” I tell him and start to pull my shoes back on my feet. “I’ll run back home and get your other one. I didn’t know you needed that one instead of the plug.”

My arms are in the sleeves of my hoodie and I’mabout to pull it over my head when I feel a hand on my bicep. I look over at the shy boy who is stealing more of my heart every day and see a light in his eyes that has been missing for the last two weeks.

“Maybe you can help me? I’ve never… I don’t know how to…”

Oh, fuck me…

This boy is going to be the death of me.

Plucking the lube and tail from his hands, I tell him to get ready and we’ll do his tail last. After all, that’s the reason his shorts are the way they are.

Kicking off my shoes again, I’m transfixed watching the shy man in front of me transform with each piece of gear he puts on. The only thing he hesitates with is his collar. With a sad sigh, he places it back in the bag and zips it up.

“I’m ready.”

Lord, I wish I was. My stomach is nothing but knots as I position him bent over the back of the couch in the room. Kneeling down behind him, I can’t help but groan at the sight of him. I don’t know how he does it, but somehow the little shit purrs in response, giving his hips a little wiggle. I grab his hips to hold him still before I move my hands to the opening in his shorts to separate his cheeks to make sure everything is lined up correctly.

That flash of pink in the center of all of that mocha rips another sound from my chest, but it was too guttural, too primal to be a mere groan. It was a sound of pure need, pure possession. There’s a part of me that isbeyond elated to be the first to breach him there, even if it is only my fingers tonight.

As much as I want a taste, I know that the rest of the guys will be showing up soon with Toby, and I want Shiloh to be fully kitten by that point. So my hunger is put on the back burner while I lube up two fingers to open my kitten up for his tail.

“Mrow?” Shiloh squeaks in curious surprise as I push into him before he relaxes into the feeling. I’m thinking the plug tail is going to become his favorite tail after tonight.

35

TOBY

“Get in, pup,” Jay calls out to me and I almost drop my phone in surprise. After the whole fainting thing a couple of weeks ago, I had to come clean to my housemates about why I was in Aspinwall and why I lied to them. I knew they would understand, but I didn’t want to risk them treating me differently for having so much anger inside of me.

“I was gonna call,” I tell him defiantly as I climb into the passenger seat of his car. I totally wasn’t going to call. Doctor Monroe opened my eyes to some things today that I didn’t want to look too closely at, and I was hoping for a long ass ride with a stranger to sort through it all.

“Too bad,” Jay says as he heads toward home. “House trip to DC tonight and your presence is mandatory.”

My breath hitches. I can’t go to the club without Shiloh. I’ve never been in there without him. Part of mybeing safe as a pup is knowing he is there and that I’m there for him. It’s not the same without him.

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