Sunday morning occurred like every other morning for Adagio Dazzle. After she woke up on her couch at nine in the morning, she briefly considered just going back to sleep under her blanket. That was though, until she remembered the collar she wore around her neck. ‘Fluttershy…’ she thought with a smile as she sat up and stretched her arms and legs. Once her muscles had stopped popping, she scratched her now neatly cut hair and stood up.

She slouched over to the window and, for once, she threw open the heavy thick curtains. Ignoring the small dust cloud, she squinted as the sunlight entered her house for the first time in days. Now she could see her living room, she saw her dark grey sweatpants and the dark blue hoodie she had left folded on the arm of the other couch the night before after she had finished washing and drying the last of her loads of laundry.

While she got dressed – ‘dressed’ meaning she just hauled on the sweatpants and the hoodie without bothering with underwear and thrust her bare feet into her old white trainers – she ran through her list of things to do. Shopping. Adagio shivered in her living room at the very thought of grocery shopping. Because that meant actually having to go outside and interact with people. Two things she hated.

After that she had to get a key made for Fluttershy. ‘Fluttershy…’ Adagio found herself smiling when she thought of the yellow skinned teen. Very few things in the world made her smile anymore but thinking of Fluttershy definitely did it. In her depressed mind’s eye, she conjured up a picture of the animal caretaker. Tall, slender, deceptively delicate looking, surprisingly dominant, with the sexiest pair of feet Adagio had seen in a long time.

Adagio’s mental picture focused long and hard on Fluttershy’s feet. She had spent time the day before down on her hands and knees, her face down near the floor and getting a good look at those feet. Those perfect, wonderfully pedicured feet. With Fluttershy’s feet in her mind, the ex-siren gathered up her purse, her money – what few notes she had – and, after stuffing them and her keys into the middle pouch pocket of her hoodie, left her house.

As soon as she was outside, Adagio pulled up the hood and pulled it down low in an attempt to hide as much of her face as she could. Not to shield herself from the sun, but rather to hide herself from the glares of the passersby on the sidewalk. It was perhaps more a reflection of her state of mind that not one person cast a glance her way or acknowledged her existence at all, but every one that passed her made her shrink and hide in the depths of her hoodie.

The shopping trip, such as it was, was nothing short of abject torturous misery for Adagio. The storekeeper that ran the local seven eleven convenience store at the end of her street would not stop looking at her no matter where she went in the store. More than once, as she gathered up the things she wanted to buy in a basket, she was tempted to just abandon her shopping trip and run home to cry under her blanket.

However, every time she thought of bolting for the door, an image of Fluttershy and her feet entered her mind and chased away her demons, albeit temporarily. That was enough to – just – allow her to ignore the storekeeper’s muttered comments at the checkout and see her through the grocery shopping. When she had to get the key cut, the experience with the clerk was so bad she was imagining Fluttershy’s feet so much she could practically taste them.

Needless to say, as soon as she was outside again, Adagio all but ran back to her house as fast as she could go. This had the undesired effect of making the people she was trying hard to ignore turn and stare openly at the short fat woman trying to run along the street while not dropping her groceries. After that hellish experience, cleaning out her mouldy fridge was going to be easy.

An hour later, at precisely eleven o’clock, a polite knock at her door made Adagio look up from her ancient black and white TV. She hadn’t really been watching it, more she was using the Muckraker talk show as background noise to pass the time. Getting up, she snapped the dial and silenced the argument between a mother and a daughter who were sleeping with the same guy and after she straightened her hoodie, she answered the door. “Oh...you actually came…” When Fluttershy raised a questioning eyebrow at her, Adagio spluttered, “Aah, I mean, it's good to see you, Ma'am!” Blushing, because she hadn’t expected the teen to show up, she stepped aside to let her enter.

As she entered the house, the first thing Fluttershy noticed was the smell. It was a lot fresher and more tolerable than it had been the day before. The second thing, along with the fact that Adagio was wearing her sweatpants and hoodie combo, was the fact that the carpets had been swept and there was no dust anywhere in sight. It was obvious that her pet had been busy. She held up a bag and handed it to Adagio, “For later.”

“Thank you, Ma'am,” Adagio took the bag and, looking inside, she saw the jars of coffee, Darjeeling tea and honey. She took them to the kitchen and placed them in her recently cleaned out cupboard, before she pointed to the fridge. “I got a salad for you...oh, and this,” she handed Fluttershy the spare key she had made for her.

Adding the key to her car key ring, Fluttershy said, “You're a good kitty,” she then treated her pet to an ear skritch with her fingers, just behind her left ear. “Did you get all your shopping done?”

“Aaaaaaah...” Adagio felt her knees go weak when her owner’s fingers worked their magic on her ear. They were almost as wonderful as her feet. “Aah, y-yes Ma'am, I got everything when I got the salad and the key made.”

Smiling a very satisfied smile, Fluttershy walked to the living room and she dropped her backpack next to the couch that she knew Adagio slept on, effectively claiming it. “I think my kitty is overdressed for kitty play.”

“What? Oh, right!” while it hadn’t been an order, hell it wasn’t even a suggestion, Adagio got the message, nonetheless. Without further ado, she pulled off the dark blue hoodie, revealing to her guest that she wore no clothing underneath. Similarly, when she stripped off the sweatpants, she showed off the fact that she wore no underwear. “Better, Ma’am?”

Fluttershy surveyed her pet with an appraising eye. That she had obviously showered and shaved herself everywhere, but her head was very much appreciated by the caretaker. It was a definite improvement. Still smiling, Fluttershy pulled an extendable stick with a feather at the end from her bag. “Very much so, kitty.” Expanding the stick as far as it would go, she moved the feather along the floor.

Again, even though there had not been an order given, Adagio was immediately down on her hands and knees, with her fingers curled up so that her hands were paws, she chased and batted at the dancing feather. While she was chasing the evasive and illusive feather, Adagio unwittingly placed her rear within reach of the couch. Taking the opportunity, Fluttershy reached out with her free hand and gently stroked her back and bottom. The moment Adagio felt Fluttershy’s hand touch her fat ass, she froze. Just for a fraction of a second then, with a purr, she wiggled her vast behind like she was waging a tail. Reaching out, Fluttershy skritched her pet just above the crack in her ass. “You're such a playful kitty, Jubilee.”

‘Oh, I can be playful…’ Adagio thought, especially now she was at eye level with her owner’s feet and said owner was playing with her butt like that. “Meeeeow!” she wiggled her ass backwards to get more contact as she just missed the feather with her paws. Leaning over, Fluttershy then stroked Adagio’s short orange hair as she put the feather stick away and pulled out a soft yellow ball with a bell from her bag. She shook it twice to get her kitty’s attention and then she casually lobbed it a few feet away.

Letting out a delighted “Mrroooow!” Adagio turned and crawled after the yellow ball giving Fluttershy an unobstructed view of her well-padded backside and her pussy. A moment later and she came back with the ball in her mouth, a testament to how clean the floor was now compared to the day before. Thoroughly enjoying the view, Fluttershy couldn’t help but think about filling one hole with a tail. “Bat it around, it has a nice noise.”

“Mew!” Adagio dropped the ball and batted it between her paws. When she heard the tinkling bell, the depressed woman’s face lit up, a testament to how much she was enjoying the game. “Meoooow!” she found, as simple as it was, that she loved making the bell tinkle and she batted it around some more, determined to put on a good show.

While her kitty was playing nicely with the ball, Fluttershy ties a little bell onto the feather and she extended the stick out again, shaking it next to Adagio’s face. “Meow!” Immediately distracted by the new thing, Adagio left the ball alone and turned her attention to the tinkling sound on the feather, batting her paws at it. As she chased after it all over her living room floor, her boobs jiggled, and she was soon covered in a sheen of sweat. After a few minutes of play, Fluttershy put away the stick and patted the couch next to her. Permission given, she sat up on the couch, panting slightly. “Th-That was fun, M-Ma'am…”

Smiling, Fluttershy pulled Adagio’s sweaty head into her lap and she slipped on a pet grooming mitt onto her left hand. “I want my kitty to look pretty, after all.” Gently but firmly, she ran the mitt over Adagio's hair, down her side, over her back and eventually her front. Fluttershy was determined to groom anywhere she could reach in her current position.

‘Oooooooh yeeeeah...’ Adagio purred like the contented kitten she was and thoroughly enjoyed being groomed. She enjoyed the attention so much that she didn’t even flinch when her owner ran the mitt over her pudgy sides. She particularly loved it when she used the mitt to caress her ass.

As she stroked and ‘groomed’ her pet, Fluttershy gauged Adagio's reactions and, emboldened by her pleasured purring, she decided to push it a little. Reaching over her chubby body, she gently moved her mittened hand over her breasts. She was rewarded straightaway by a louder purr. As such, she then moved her hand down between her pet’s legs. Adagio’s eyes went wide when the mitt touched her recently shaved pussy and then, playing along, she lifted up her left leg slightly allowing ease of access. “Mmmmm Ma'aaaaam!”

“You are such a good kitty, Jubilee…” Fluttershy breathed softly, her voice barely audible as she skritched Adagio’s left ear with her free right hand. She then rolled her over so that her kitten’s nose was buried in her crotch so she could brush her other side.

‘Ooooh fuck this is heaven!’ Adagio thought as she inhaled the scent of Fluttershy's crotch through her skirt. She judged, as she emitted a series of soft purring noises, that her owner used strawberry scented shampoo, a lot.

“Oh, my, kitty may need a bath.” Fluttershy giggled when she lifted away her grooming mitt and she noticed it was soaked through with her pet’s juices. Then again, she had been paying a lot of attention to between her legs. “Does kitty like baths?”

“Yes Ma'am, I like baths!” Adagio answered so fast that Fluttershy barely had the chance to finish the question. What she didn't add, was ‘now I've started taking them again’.

“I love to clean my pets. First though I think you need a drink after all that play.” Gently, Fluttershy lifted Adagio’s head from her lap so she could slide out from underneath her and off the couch. “Wait here like a good kitty.” With that, she headed off to the kitchen. While she was making the coffee for Adagio and the honeyed tea for herself, she took advantage of the chance to snoop around and inspect the kitchen cupboards.

On the couch, laid where Fluttershy had left her, Adagio was somewhat surprised at how much she loved being groomed by her owner, how much she loved being called a good kitty and how much it was lifting her mood. Of course, in addition to Fluttershy’s feet, she now had the added benefit of the strawberry scent to add to her fantasy.

Much to Fluttershy’s delight, Adagio’s little kitchen was a lot cleaner than it had been the day before. In truth she had been scared to open the fridge but, as soon as she looked inside, she could see it was sparkling clean and stocked with salad stuffs and bottles of fresh milk. She called out, “What does my kitty like in her coffee?”

“May I have just milk please, Ms. Fluttershy?”

“You may, pet.” Once she had the drinks made, Fluttershy returned to the living room with a milky coffee for Adagio and a honey tea for herself which she set down on the coffee table. Then, she sat down next to Adagio so that her upper arm was purposefully pressed against the ex-siren’s right breast. “You may drink, Jubilee. How was your shopping?”

Blushing, Adagio nudged her breast a little closer to Fluttershy's arm. “Thank you, Ma'am,” when she lifted up her mug, she made sure her breast further brushed that beautiful upper arm. “It was tolerable. I don't enjoy going outside but I just pulled up my hood and got on with it.”

“Was it the collar?”

“No, not at all.” Adagio noted the level of concern in Fluttershy’s voice and found a degree of comfort in it. “More like the person wearing it. I always have my hood up when I have to go out.”

When Fluttershy reached for her tea, she purposefully moved it a good bit along the breast, knowing full well the effect she was having. “I think I have a very beautiful kitty for my pet.”

“Oooh y-you think so, Ms. Fluttershy?” Adagio sighed and sipped her coffee, “It's just easier going out with my hood up, is all.”

“It’s a shame to hide your new hairstyle,” Fluttershy stated, “Something I can work on later, if you don't mind.”

Adagio let out a deep crestfallen sigh. “Are you going to stop all the people staring, judging and hating me everywhere I go?”

Fluttershy shook her head, “I'm going to teach you to not care what they may think about you.”

“Aria said that, many times,” Adagio murmured, concentrating on the steam rising from her coffee, “But it wasn't her they were pointing at and whispering about.”

Smiling, Fluttershy pointed her index finger of her left hand at Adagio and she actually poked her nipple, then she leant in and whispered in her ear. “You're a pretty kitty, and you're mine.”

“MmmMMMMM!” Adagio moaned softly and her nipples got hard in response to the poke from her owner, “Th-thank you, Fluttershy.”

Lightly, Fluttershy bopped Adagio's nose. “Don't be a bad kitty for me.”

“Oh,” too late, Adagio realised her error. “I mean thank you, Ms. Fluttershy and um, I won't be a bad kitty, I promise.”

Brightly, Fluttershy giggled, “We'll see about that. Sometimes pets are just naughty.” She then drank the rest of her honey tea and waited for Adagio to finish her coffee.

Adagio drank her milky coffee a lot slower than Fluttershy drank her tea and she set her empty mug down neatly on the coffee table. “Thank you, Ma’am, for the coffee.”

Affectionately, Fluttershy treated Adagio to a skritch behind both of her ears. “Good kitties should be rewarded.” She thoroughly enjoyed the way her kitten squeezed her thick legs together, no doubt to hide the fact that she was getting aroused by what she was doing. Once she finished, she said, “Time for kitty's bath,” she stood up and picked up her backpack. “Come along, my pet.”

“Yes Ma'am,” Adagio slipped from the couch and, on her hands and knees, she crawled behind Fluttershy as she walked up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom at the end.

The white bathtub was empty and, for the sake of a few tidemarks around the top, it was relatively clean. “Get in and face this way,” Fluttershy ordered and pointed to the tub, away from the spigot.

When Adagio got in the tub as Fluttershy requested of her and sat down, she looked at the bottom and down at her scarred arms. Scars that she herself had inflicted. Doubt and fear suddenly flooded her mind, and it made her curl up in the tub. “Ma'am?” she asked in a small voice, “Can I ask you something?”

Over at the closed toilet seat, Fluttershy paused with a hand in her backpack. The scared tone of her voice sent chills up her spine. “You may speak freely, Adagio. If this isn't comfortable for you, then it isn't comfortable for me.”

“It's not 'this',” she gestured to her, to Fluttershy and to the bathroom as a whole, “It's...them. If you don't mind, could you please not tell your friends that you're seeing me, or that I'm your pet?”

Adagio’s request was met with an affectionate ear skritch, “I have no plans on telling them now. I will try to let you know when I do plan on telling them.” She rubbed her nose to Adagio’s and gave her a reassuring smile, “A lot of that is how much I want to keep you as a pet.”

“I'm really liking being your pet, Fluttershy, a lot more than I thought I might, if I'm honest. It's just...well, I'm...scared, of them.”

Understandingly, Fluttershy nodded thoughtfully. “They can be scary at times. Pinkie Pie often scares me.” That said, she pulled a pooper scooper out of her backpack. “If you need to use the litter box, now is a good time.”

Adagio thought hard. “Pinkie Pie…that's the pink one, right? The one who makes Sonata seem subdued? Yeah, she's scary alright,” she actually managed a little giggle, which ended as her guts clenched and rumbled. “Actually, now you mention it, I do need to go as it happens.”

“The pink one, yes,” Fluttershy giggled, “Pinkie can be a bit…” she waved the scooper in the air as she chose her words carefully, “Much at times. You've been a very good kitty for not doing your business on the floor or the furniture.”

“Thank you, Ma'am,” Adagio blushed hard, why did it feel so good to be complimented on not peeing on her furniture? “It's the blue one with the crazy hair and the southern girl. They scare me,” she said as she moved up to her knees like she was getting out of the tub.

Fluttershy was on hand though to skritch her kitten’s ear when she saw her move. “Stay in your litter box. Blue girl would be Rainbow Dash. She is very protective of her friends and extra protective of me. The 'southern' girl is Applejack and unfortunately, she is very much like Rainbow Dash.”

As Adagio duly remained in the tub, her deep blush intensified horribly to the point where she thought she might spontaneously burst into flames. As much as she didn’t want to ‘go’ in the tub, she really did need to go! She tried to distract her bowels and her bladder. “They both look like they could put me on my fat ass,” she said, just as her belly let out a loud gurgle and, before she could do anything else, she her body acted on her behalf and she urinated and defecated in the tub.

While Adagio did her business right there before her, Fluttershy made sure to keep up the ear skritches until she was completely finished. When she was sure that no more waste was coming out, she gently moved her forward half a step. That done, she used the scoop for the waste and dumped it in the toilet where it belonged. Next, she used some liquid soap on her other hand and hand cleaned the scooper in the sink and then she cleaned the sink too. Finally, Fluttershy turned the shower on low so she could hand clean the tub and her kitten's dirty backside. All the time she kept telling her over and over, “You're such a good kitty. Good kitties know where to go. I don't know if my kitty is quite flexible enough to clean herself, so I'll do it for you.”

If Adagio’s blush was intense before, it was virtually incandescent now. She didn’t even process the fact that Fluttershy seemingly had no issues whatsoever with bodily waste. “Not even when I was thin, Ma'am,” she then giggled in order to try and cover her blush. “You aren't squeamish, are you?”

Smiling warmly at her pet, Fluttershy rolled her eyes. “I deal with a lot of pets, and some have more issues than others. Not much makes me squeamish. There are things that will make me afraid though. Usually unknown surprises, or new people.” Once Adagio was completely clean of her mess, Fluttershy started to fill the tub. She removed her clothes and folded them neatly on top of the closed toilet seat next to her bag. “Now to get you completely clean.”

“Wow...” Adagio stared at Fluttershy for a long hard moment admiring the view of her naked body. It was every bit as perfect as she had imagined it would be. There was meat on her bones for sure, but she wasn’t fat and pudgy like she was. Curvy, was the word. Classically so. “Now, you are beautiful, Ma'am,” she smiled, “What scares me the most is getting blasted by your magic again.”

“Yes,” Fluttershy agreed, “I can imagine that would be scary. I don't think my kitten would do something to earn that, right?” she asked and, before Adagio could answer her, she turned away and stays straight legged as she bent at the waist and rummaged in the backpack for the shampoo, loofah, sponges, and wash cloths.

“No Ma'am!” Adagio answered quickly, for she was determined to do anything to not feel the burn of that magic ever again. Despite that though, she was soon gaping open mouthed at Fluttershy's shapely behind.

Feeling Adagio’s eyes upon her, Fluttershy looked between her legs and sure enough, she saw that she was being admired. That admittedly made her feel very sexy indeed, the fact that someone outside her group of friends was looking at her like that. “Does kitty like what she sees?”

Adagio nodded her head so vigorously she nearly gave herself whiplash. “Kitty loves what she sees, Ma'am.”

Smirking, Fluttershy stood up and turned around. “Please sit up in the tub,” when she walked over to the tub with her supplies in hand, Fluttershy’s steps were so light it was like she was walking on air, she felt that good. She felt like she could fly and she hadn’t even ponied up. When she was behind Adagio, she started washing her hair. From there she did a thorough job of washing her kitten like she would any other pet. Firm, yet gentle. “Does kitty want to wash her owner?” she asked when she was done.

“I would, very much, Ma'am!” When Fluttershy turned over all the cleaning supplies and sat in the bath with her, Adagio was sure it was her birthday. She slipped on the grooming mitts and made a start where she had been fantasizing all along, at her marvelously pedicured feet. Though Fluttershy said nothing and tried her best to not show how aroused she was at being cleaned, she watched, curious to see what her pet would do.

Adagio spent a long, long time at Fluttershy’s feet. First, she held them and nuzzled both soles. She felt every crease and wrinkle against her cheek and committed the sensation to her memory. Feeling quite brave, she even kissed the balls of Fluttershy’s feet and licked across the undersides of her toes.

Fluttershy had not been expecting that, at all, but now she was being treated to it, she quickly found she loved having her feet worshipped like that. “I'm not sure if my kitty is ready yet to give me a tongue only bath. I do think I'll focus some training that way.”

Caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Adagio blushed really hard. “I'm sorry Ms. Fluttershy, it's just...wow they're really sexy feet!” simply nodding her head, Fluttershy said nothing and allowed her to continue. Continue she did. Living her fantasy, Adagio used the mitts and soap to delicately clean her owner everywhere else, but she kept returning to worship her feet in between each other body part, almost as if she was scared, she’d forget what they felt, looked and tasted like.

Fluttershy ended the bath as soon as Adagio was done with her hair. Not that she wanted to, but the bath water was getting very cold at that point thanks to how long Adagio took with her feet. Again, she wasn’t complaining much. As the water was draining out, Adagio knelt in the tub. “Thank you, for letting me clean you, Ma'am.”

Fluttershy stepped out of the tub, treated her pet to an affectionate skritch of her ears and pulled out two fluffy towels from her backpack. While they were busy drying each other though, Aria let herself into the living room, announcing her presence by being noisy with the door. “Adagio!” she hollered, seeing her older sister not there.

“She's in the bathroom!” Fluttershy called back, her soft voice carrying down the stairs surprisingly well.

As she realised that Aria was coming up the stairs – she could hear her heavy boots stomping up the stairs and along the hall – and she would see her like that, Adagio’s blush returned in full force. At the open bathroom door, Aria leant against the frame and surveyed the scene. “At least I didn't have to drag you into the bath this time, Dagi.” Then she saw that Fluttershy was in the bath as well, armed with a damp towel. “Hey Fluttershy, uh…why are you naked?”

“It is impossible to wash a pet without getting wet and messy.” Fluttershy stated like she was teaching Pet 101 at a school.

“Pet,” Aria’s brow furrowed, “So she got one?”

“No,” Fluttershy corrected her, “I got one.”

At her sister’s confused and questioning look, Adagio decided to step in before that legendary temper showed itself. “Aria, I'm Ms. Fluttershy's pet. I'm her kitty, right Ma'am?”

It was then that Aria noticed the yellow collar buckled around Adagio’s neck and she saw the skritches that Fluttershy was expertly delivering to her sister’s ears. The literal purrs that came from the ‘kitty’s’ lips was unmistakable. “What?” Aria asked bluntly.

“She is my adorable kitten,” Fluttershy gently skritched under her pet’s chin, “Isn’t that right, Jubilee?”

“That's right, Ma'am!” Adagio lifted up her chin and purred long and loud in response to the attention she was getting. “I'm a pretty kitty. Mew!”

Aria Blaze rolled her eyes. She recognised the name ‘Jubilee’. It was what her older sister had called her stuffed toy she had owned when she had been young back in Equestria. Given how much she had loved that thing, it was no surprise she had used the name here. “Did you clean the place for her, then?”

Fluttershy shook her head. “I just helped her with two rooms. I told her I'd be back today, and she did the rest herself. My kitty is a motivated kitty.” She stroked her pet’s head to show how proud of her she was.

“I did. I finished off the kitchen and the downstairs earlier.” Adagio then closed her eyes and leant into the heavy petting.

“Whatever,” Aria huffed.

“Would you like a coffee?” offered Fluttershy.

“Um, ah sure, is there milk?” Aria asked, and then clarified, “I mean drinkable non-gone off milk?”

“Yes Ari, there is milk,” Adagio rolled her eyes at her sister, though she could understand why she asked what she asked. “I went shopping after I cleaned.” She then nuzzled at Fluttershy’s hand and even licked her fingers. “May I make you and our guest drinks, Ma'am?”

“You may and one for yourself, Jubilee.”

Aria watched dumbfounded as Adagio crawled past her out of the bathroom and into the hall. She watched her sister put some extra ass wiggle in her step. Then, she realised after a long quiet moment that she was alone with Fluttershy. “What the fuck's going on here? I sent her to you to get a pet, so she'd have a reason to exist.”

“Now she does,” Fluttershy shrugged her shoulders and started to put away her cleaning supplies, “As a pet. Are you afraid I'll turn her against you?”

“I... you...” Aria let out a long, deep sigh. When the caretaker had called her the night before and told her to come meet her at Adagio’s place, she hadn’t expected to see what she just saw. “Not you. I sent her to you so it wouldn't get out just how bad off we are. I just...I didn't think you had this in you.”

“She is still rather skittish, so I'm keeping this low key.” Fluttershy took note of the look of relief on Aria’s face when she said that. “I can't forever, but for now I will. Are you going to tell your sister about this?”

Aria snorted out a laugh, “What, Sonata? No way, she’s worse than that pink one in your group.”

Giggling, Fluttershy got herself dressed back in her skirt and tee shirt once she had the cleaning things, she got out put back in her backpack. “She should have our drinks ready by now.” When they got downstairs, they discovered that Adagio had been busy down in the kitchen. She had honey tea for Fluttershy, milky coffee for herself and a not so milky coffee for Aria ready on the coffee table as well as some chocolate finger biscuits on a plate and everything was presented neatly on a tray.

Stomping her way into the living room, Aria immediately claimed the wingback armchair as her perch while Fluttershy sat on the couch she had groomed Adagio on earlier in the day. “I wasn't expecting you today sis,” Adagio opened the conversation as she sat on the couch next to her owner, “Is everything alright?”

Aria snorted through her nose, “What aah…your, um, owner didn't tell you I was coming over?”

Fluttershy wore a serene look on her face. “Kitty needs to know what she needs to know.”

“No, I didn't know,” said Adagio as she watched her sister help herself to three of the chocolate finger biscuits, “But I'm not about to hide and cover up. You've seen me naked before, Ari.”

Taking a couple of the biscuits herself, Fluttershy giggled, “Kitties don't wear clothing in the house, Aria.” Then, she shrugged, “I'm a nudist, it’s nice to be free.”

“You invited me here, Fluttershy. Why didn't you tell her?”

“Kitty needs to know what kitty 'needs' to know.” Fluttershy repeated serenely. Although, if she was honest, her mellow attitude of late may have a lot to do with her new friendship with Tree Hugger.

“Whatever.”

“Don't be thick, Ari,” Adagio earned herself a glare from her sister for that. She couldn’t very much do anything more because she had a mouthful of biscuits, “Ms. Fluttershy is testing my limits, judging our reactions, assessing where she can take this, and seeing where my head's at.” She sighed deeply and took a long drink of her coffee to gather her thoughts. “Right now, I dunno. Shopping was bearable. I enjoyed cleaning. I don't feel like offing myself. Not today, anyway.”

“I do have a large cage at home, should it be necessary,” Fluttershy giggled, but she left it hanging in the air so the other two weren’t quite sure if that was a genuine threat or not.

“Good enough then,” Aria conceded as she made a dent in the level of her coffee. “Sonata would lose it if you did. I'd be pissed enough to dig you back up to kill you again.”

Adagio shivered, because the look her sister gave her when she said that told her she was being deadly serious. “Mmm, now that I believe. All I can say, Ari, is that this morning I woke up and for once I didn't hate myself and loathe my existence.” The moment she said that, Fluttershy deftly administered ear skritches to her deserving pet. “Oooooh…” Adagio moaned and her eyes rolled in her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

“Fine,” Aria said as she finished her coffee and, standing up, she stuffed several more biscuits into the pockets of her sleeveless jacket. “I'll drop by now and again. I'll keep quiet about all this too. Sonata doesn't need to know more than you're doing fine.”

“Thank you, sis,” Adagio smiled and, before she went, she pulled her into a tight hug. “And Aria, thank you for dragging me out of this place yesterday.”

“What sisters do, right?” she huffed, though she did return the hug, albeit reluctantly before she took her leave. It was evidence she left in a good mood because she didn’t slam the door behind her.

Once they were alone, Fluttershy leaned back on the couch and let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding in. She also realised she was hungry. “Would my kitty like a snack?” When Adagio nodded her head, she got up and skipped her way to the kitchen. She came back with the two store bought prepared salads she had seen in there earlier. “Did my kitty like her sister's visit?”

Adagio didn’t answer her straightaway. She looked down at her chunky salad of cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, peppery mint leaves and black olive sauce like it might hold the answer to life, the universe and everything. It didn’t. Besides everyone knew that was forty two. “It was unexpected,” she said eventually, “But it was a nice visit. I mean, yesterday was unexpected, too.”

“Even though I knew she was coming over and I didn't tell you?”

“Yeah, I'm not mad at that,” Adagio assured Fluttershy before she took a bite of the salad. It wasn’t something she usually bought, but it had been at the front of the salad aisle in the seven eleven, so that was it. “Being angry takes effort, effort I'm not prepared to give, and besides, Aria would be round at some point to check up on me, so that's out the way.”

“A good attitude to have,” Fluttershy considered as she too chewed a mouthful of her salad, “But is there something I could do that might make you angry?”

Swallowing a chunky piece of cucumber, Adagio chuckled, “Bringing your friends round unannounced would do it, I guess, but you mean in terms of the pet stuff, right?”

“No, that is next. What would make you uncomfortable being my kitten, and what would excite you?”

“Well,” Adagio speared a cherry tomato and an olive and thought about that, “I don't really have much in the way of inhibitions. I've been around a long, long time. In a thousand years you experiment, y'know?” she swallowed and scooped up a cucumber, “I really like feet, you might have noticed. Earlier was the first time I've ever taken a dump in front of anyone, but what we did was okay. I can do that. Public stuff...I'm cool with a leash, or anything else you want to try. I really enjoyed the pet play. I'd like to explore that more with you.”

“Tactile, you're very tactile.” Fluttershy said after she had swallowed her latest mouthful, “You love being touched and you touch in return. I only brought some lite kitty play toys today, but I do have some things others might call 'hard core'. Of course, I have a wide variety of pet gear. Applejack…” she giggled, “The southern sounding girl buys some things from me.”

“What kind of hardcore things?” Adagio asked, her interest piqued, “You can tell me, I promise won’t be shocked.” She then sighed, “When I could sing, a little touch here or there could really enhance the performance. When we sang, all I had to do was deliver a little touch here and there, and they were eating out of my hand.”

Fluttershy remembered the performance the sirens had put on back in the cafeteria and she knew exactly what Adagio meat. “Sing for me,” she said as she set aside her empty salad container on the coffee table. “Kitties do sing.”

“What?”

Pulling Adagio down on the couch so that she was laid with her head on her lap, Fluttershy gently but firmly patted her pet’s head. “That wasn't a request.”

“But...but I sound awful, you know I do...” Adagio gave up her protests, half hearted though they were and gave one very, very deep sigh. Taking a deep breath to gather herself, she started to sing a song she had come to enjoy. It was called “Come a Little Bit Closer". As she sang, she was painfully aware that she sounded like a bag of rusty nails being dragged down a chalkboard.

When she finished her rendition, Fluttershy smiled and stroked her pet’s hair. “You must have never heard a cat sing before.”

“I have not. I hate my voice,” Adagio pouted miserably, “It's hideous…”

“When we’re at the animal shelter next,” Fluttershy giggled, “I'll have Pickles sing for you. In the world I live in, hideousness is just beauty that someone else missed.”

“You remember what I sounded like before,” Adagio’s pout deepened to the point of melancholy, “This now, it barely qualifies as noise.”

Tenderly, Fluttershy petted Adagio’s throat. “Maybe if you relied on the you now, and not the magic you had.” Looking at her though, the animal caretaker saw the signs of a depression sprinting Adagio’s way and she decided to distract her before the downer could take hold of her. “You know, kitty paws are like mittens with no thumb.”

“Maybe…huh?” she lifted her head up to look at Fluttershy above her. The comment came so much from left field that her descent was stopped in its tracks when she was forced to think about kitty paws. “I'd very much like to wear those for you, y'know, take the play a bit further.”

Smirking in self congratulation, Fluttershy stopped petting Adagio’s hair and allowed her had to wander down her side and caress her ass cheeks. When Adagio moaned, she deftly moved two fingers between the crack of her ass and used one finger to teasingly circle the puckered ring of her anus and then the fingertip patted the closed hole. “Kitty tails can be quite filling.”

“Oooooh y-yeah...” Adagio moaned not quite under her breath and she pushed her ass back just a teeny bit in order to feel more of that finger. “You know I’ve got a butt plug upstairs, Flutter...I mean, Ma'am.”

“I think I saw one in the drawer you can't open.”

“Hmhmmm, so you know I've had stuff up there before.” Adagio giggled, “I'm sure you can get an orange tail.”

“I have a variety of tails for a variety of animals that people want to play.” Fluttershy smiled sweetly as she fondled and groped Adagio’s vast behind. “As for other stuff in that hole, I'll keep it in mind when the time comes.”

“Hmm...you said the southern girl gets stuff from you. Is she your pet too?”

“Are you aware what curiosity did to the cat?”

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