The cursed collar
Added 2024-05-08 02:57:05 +0000 UTC"Try it on, I want to see how you look with it on," her friend said. What a weird birthday gift...she had no idea whether her girlfriend had known that she'd always been attracted to the idea of collars, in a kinky sort of way. She blushed as it snapped into place. "Beautiful, it looks amazing. Like you were always meant to wear it!"
And so she wore it the rest of the day, even when she went down to the local park. She was a little self-conscious having it on in public, but at the same time it gave her a strange confidence. When people started giving her odd looks, she just grinned back at them. Why yes, I AM wearing a collar, like some sort of mutt...
Then she noticed they weren't meeting her gaze, but looking slightly above her, at the top of her head. She reached up and felt her ears...but in an entirely wrong place. She felt them twist involuntarily, matching her concern. In a slight panic, she ran off the trail behind a tree and looked down at her changing body...too much hair, too many breasts...an obstruction growing out in front of her eyes, as she could suddenly smell her own fear...and...somehow she smelled her girlfriend, rapidly approaching. She looked up to see her smirking down at her, holding a leash that matched the collar.
"Beautiful, you're so beautiful..."
