![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peppermintpuppet posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
puppetficWord count: 558
She has been disgustingly enamored with the idea since Isaac called her his pet. With Isaac it was different---when the situation stilled and calmed, she would play it on record-scratch repeat in her mind. She is my pet. Woof, she'd said in response, and it made her realize how much she'd love to be treated like a dog, a loyal follower, something to pet and cherish, something owned. Her mind fluttered to Kelly, to Claire, to--
To Solana.
She is home now, she has nothing to hide. She doesn't have to incinerate her feelings and scatter their debris into the stars anymore; Solana embraces her soul, her desires. Their parents don't know, but Solana... since her return, their bond in childhood grew from the wilt it developed during their time apart, the dead stem of it jolting up, the emerald shine of new life. She adores her sister. All of the resentment has flown out of her chest, suffocated in the darkness-void of the space around them.
With a trembling hand, she hands Solana the collar. It's dark red, studded with black, with a small O ring where a leash has been clipped on.
"Can you... would you," she begins, so cautious, "put it... on me?"
Alara isn't sure what to expect. It honestly isn't Solana smiling wide with intrigue, taking the collar from her with an eager snatch. She directs Alara to turn around, kisses her neck for a moment, a rough but praising touch that Alara wants to dissipate in. She fastens the collar around Alara's neck, grabs her leash, snaps her fingers.
"Down," she orders. "On your knees, sis."
Solana reclines on the bed, her body warm and wet and pulsing with anticipation. She lowers her skirt, slips it to the floor, rolls her shirt up to expose her stomach and hips. Alara knows what to do--she obeys like a good dog should. She's done this for her sister so many times, a worship in and of itself. She's focusing on Solana, and Solana's focusing on her.
Alara's mouth is hot against Solana's hips when they press down, Solana melting in a gentle touch that turns frantic far too quickly. She kisses with a passion that scorches like the fire she used to fear. Hip bones, tough kisses into Solana's pale and shaking thighs. Solana pulls on her leash, forces her face up---I'm ready.
So Alara obeys.
She licks up and down her sister's cunt, her tongue circling over Solana's thick clit and suckling on her moments later, eliciting a sharp yelp from Solana. When Alara pulls back moments later, there is a small string of saliva that follows.
"I think mom's home. Don't let her hear."
Solana reaches down, pets her hair. "Good puppies don't bark, hm, do they?"
Alara is a good puppy, so she continues as the hand in her hair tightens into a hard grip. Solana reaches down and rubs over Alara's pointed ears, giving her her own pleasure in response. A reward.
A treat.
She feels Solana's hand yank the leash. Alara knows that it is involuntary this time. She's making her sister feel good, so good. The knowledge, in turn, makes Alara feel good, so good. She's finally good at something.
As if on cue, Solana breathes out with a heavy rise: "Good girl. Good baby."
