When Sheila woke up she didn't immediately open her eyes. She felt relaxed and revived but she also felt different. It all came back to her. She was a cat. A pet to Mistress Dominique. That explained all her dreams, each and everyone about cats habits, cats desires, cats food, cats sex and cats no worries.
When she opened her eyes she realized somebody must have covered her with a furry blanket as she was nice and warm, while the fireplace had gone cold. She wiggled herself from under it and she took stock of her body. Her skin was tight but a bit dull and she had to suppress the urge to start washing herself.
She moved her tail without a thought and it did exactly what she wanted. Was it always like that? She looked at her back where the tail attached and thought it looked different but she wasn't sure again what had changed. Then she saw she had a short skirt. It was leather like Mistress had and had room enough for her to move her legs.
But her legs seemed thinner somehow. Then she remembered the buckles. When she cleaned her legs yesterday the buckles had a weird taste. Now the buckles were gone. It was hard to remember what the buckles were for but vaguely she remembered it kept the bottom part of her legs tied to her thighs. But cats don't need that so that's why the buckles must be gone.
She stopped worrying and started cleaning. Her skin should shine. It always gave her satisfaction. Her tongue was always wet but not soaking so that her skin dried quickly. She used her front paws to clean her face and the rest of her head and places where she couldn't reach with just her tongue. The paws seemed softer than she remembered and it gave a nice feeling.
When she cleaned her rear legs under the skirt it was electrifying. Just licking the skirt on either inside or outside gave her trembles that lead to orgasms. Tasting the juices dripping from her rear was another turn on. Her tail swished back and forth from excitement. But she knew it was important to finish cleaning first. So that's what she did. All juices lapped up, her skirt shiny, her tail perfect. She purred for good measure and her own sound was comforting.
She felt hungry and started for the kitchen. Nobody seemed home. She went to one of the feeding tubes and started sucking. Soon she was rewarded with her food and she happily lapped it up. She had no trouble keeping up with the speed the tube squirted the fluid out. She washed her face again, licked a drop from the floor and found her litter box. Another cleaning, then she saw the cat door to outside.
It was a relief to be outside. The early sun warmed her skin and she purred again while investigating the garden. It was beautiful and she saw many places for a potential nap. Farther down was a treeline and she felt an urge to check it. It was much darker and there was not much of a path. She didn't care, she was steady on her feet. The deeper she got in the woods the less it was maintained. Broken branches, uprooted trees, one snapped in two even, probably in a storm. It was fascinating. Then there was a fence.
She sat down on her hind legs for awhile, just looking at the fence. It was too high for her to jump and she had no claws to climb it. There were clearly more trees behind it. Eventually she decided to walk along it, maybe she'd find an opening. She walked for perhaps ten minutes but the fence remained solid. Then she saw a tree, blown over, leaning on the fence, the roots sticking half out of the ground.
Looking at it she figured she could walk across it and see what's on the other side of the fence. When she started to the base of the tree she heard some whimpering. Alert now she checked it out. In the hole in the ground where the roots had been she saw a body. Carefully she descended down into the hole and there was a big dog lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. The sharp part of a broken root still sticking in his side. Either he'd fallen in the hole and hit the sharp end or he had jumped it and then pierced himself on the sharp stake.
The dog, aware of her presence, softly moaned. She knew she had to help him... Her paws were useless, so she started pushing with her head, then using her rear legs to gain power. The dog whined as the sharp wood was moving in his wound. With a last push she got him free. The dog was on his side now with the wound facing her and bleeding heavily. She tried to lick it all clean and managed with her tongue to slightly close the wound.
She saw a few large leafs from a plant and used a paw to break one off and she could just get enough grip with her lips to drag the leaf over the wound. Then she stretched over the dog, using her body weight to keep the leaf down over the wound. She stayed down like that for at least an hour. When she finally pulled away the leaf was stuck to the dog and no blood was leaking out.
The dog was still whimpering softly, not able to move. She could see his tongue was dried out and knew he needed something to drink real soon. She left the dog and ran quickly to where she felt the mansion was. Running came natural and she didn't give it a second thought. The house was exactly where she expected it to be and she entered the kitchen. She picked one of the dildo's at random and started sucking until it started filling up her mouth.
She knew she wouldn't be able to hold enough food in her mouth, so she pulled away and turned around, lifted up her tail, and in one move pushed her rear hole back on the dildo. It squirted the remainder of the meal inside her and she felt her body shudder from an orgasm. But there was no time to enjoy. When the dildo stopped she used her muscles to keep the fluid in, and just to be sure she moved the tip of her tail into her rear, like a plug, and closed her muscles around it. She spent one more minute to clean the dildo and the floor, then ran back outside, back into the woods.
The dog was in the exact place where she had left him. She lowered her rear onto the dry tongue, moved her tail tip out and slowly relaxed her muscles. A drip leaked out from her onto the dog's tongue and he licked it into his mouth. It took a while but the tongue became more active and eventually started licking around her rear to suck out the last bit of food. She couldn't help it but it felt so good that she started cumming, with the added effect that she squirted the last she had in her straight into the dog's mouth.
She licked his face clean, and the skin around the leaf. Then she settled down next to him and slept, warming the dog's belly. It wasn't until it started getting dark until they woke up, the dog clearly feeling better. She left him there, knowing she needed to get home, or Mistress would be worried.
Over the next couple of days she took all her meals to the dog, who got stronger and stronger. She assumed his name was Max, as she'd heard Mistress and Eve wonder where Max was. He definitely fit the name, as he was at least as large as her. His tongue got more agile and it pleasured her rear more and more, even if all the food was gone. He got more excited himself as she saw his large dick appear from a sheath. She soothed him by licking it and at some point took it in her mouth. His whimpering was now a sound of pleasure and a small amount of cum came out.
The next day Max was on his feet and the leaf was gone. The wound was clean and fully closed. Max took his meal, eagerly licking. But when he'd taken it all, he mounted her and his hard penis went straight into her. It was like the dildo's except it went much deeper. And he sort of locked onto her, there was no way she could pull away. But she didn't want to pull away, as the pleasure was overwhelming. She came multiple times, until finally Max shot his load.
She was his bitch and it somehow felt right. Her tail curled around him until he finally pulled out. Then he licked her clean. It took another day before he was strong enough to climb out of the hole. She took him to the mansion and when Eve saw him, she got Mistress and the two of them examined Max. They took him in a car and left for hours. But when they came back, Max was all clean and the wound was covered with a bandage. Max was all happy to be back home. He had his own food now, so Sheila no longer had to share. Both Mistress and Eve were fussing over her as well, as she had clearly lost weight while feeding Max, and there were more options to get extra food.
She heard Mistress's voice in her ears, telling her what a good pet she was, that she had saved Max's life, and that he was soon back on duty as a guard dog. Max took his job seriously, but never forgot to pleasure Sheila any chance he got. And Sheila often joined him on his rounds along the grounds.