High tensions

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I stared at Master and Wolf, they sat on their log and seemed to just be talking, I'm not sure if they're going to train me again or not. A good pet needs to learn to obey, I smiled softly, my trust a little bit stronger in my owner and in Wolf... They didn't experiment on me, abandon me or even hurt me for being so stupid.

Maybe they aren't outside to train me, maybe they just wanted me nearby while they got some air, like taking their dog to the park.

Does this mean they plan on taking me for walks at some point? I never was big on exercise before this whole ordeal.

A good pet will do what their owners want.

Does that mean they'll expect me to play fetch or other games?

I looked to my hip, it was scarred, but healed over. Master was leaning against Wolf, he hurt me by accident, I remember sometimes when I dropped my phone, I would try to catch it and accidentally slam it into the wall, atleast he didn't do that to me.

I jumped in surprise as something touched me and I spun around, my eyes widening brightly.

"Cuddles!" I gasped, it whistled softly and stroked my head, seeming happy to see me as well. It was gentle as it's other hand gently touched my scarred hip, whistling softly.

I never would have seen myself being so happy to see one of them.

I gasped in surprise as I was lifted, cuddled against fur, I looked up at Wolf, whimpering slightly at a low growl. His hand stroked my back as I began to shake slightly, he seems tense and upset, did I do something wrong? Was me saying 'Cuddles!' considered the same way people see dogs barking? As annoying?

I don't want to be an annoying pet.

I could hear Master making noises, I began slowly looking over, he stood in front of us, just past him I could see a familiar demon, the cat faced demon.

Wolf growled slightly, holding me closer, his muzzle nibbling around my ear, he felt tense and unhappy. His gaze on the cat faced demon, does he know how that demon treated me?

Cuddles whistled and stroked my head once more, master chirped towards me, leading us all away. He seems upset now. We headed back inside, the boy sleeping on the pet bed. I was set down beside him, keeping my distance, but feeling more comfortable, so far he's been much nicer than the humans outside.

Master walked out, Wolf chasing after him. I hope he's not in to bad a mood, I've heard of people lashing out at pets when they are in bad moods, but Master isn't like that... Is he? He's become more distant recently.

Best case it's just because he feels bad for hurting me. Worst case is he's slowly losing interest, and I really don't want it to be the second one.

Why would he look after me when sick if he was getting bored?

Or maybe having to do that, made him bored.

"Hey... You feeling better?" Asked a voice, I looked to the boy, he was red faced as he tried not to look at me.

"Yeah" I croaked, fiddling with the fluff of the pet bed.

"You seriously looked like death, I thought you were dying. Did the demons... Did they do something?" He asked, I don't think they did anything, I think it was just a sickness brought on by an infection, it felt like a bad fever.

"I think it was just a bad fever" I explained to him, he sighed in relief.

"I am glad you're better, I was worried when I stopped seeing you, I really don't want to deal with this pet stuff alone" he groaned.

"Has your owner been nice?" I asked, I don't much trust my own kind anymore, but this boy seems really nice in comparison to others.

"The fluff ball takes me to bed and nibbles me and stuff, I think I can deal with it, better then them biting my head off" he muttered.

"Being a pet is nice" I mumbled quietly. That is, if Master dosen't get bored of me.

"Yeah, I think your owners seem to care about you, that scary one... It was always in here, pacing around, since we're pets... And you were badly sick, maybe it was actually worried for you? I remember when my cat got cancer and I would panic while it was at the vets" the boy explained.

Master was worried? I smiled slightly, I might be worried about something silly then, him getting bored of me, I'm certain if I had a pet get so horribly ill I would be worried touching it, as if it'd crumble, and Master already hurt me on accident.

I looked at the door as it opened, Wolf walking in, he slumped on the couch, a different demon walked in, the same type as Wolf. They lifted the boy and sat him on their lap, licking him and nibbling him, he whined and tried to push away.

"Gross" he mumbled, the demon seemed even a little humoured by his disgust, it's wierd how I'm beginning to understand them.

Curiously I stood, approaching Wolf, he still seems tense and on edge, shakily I touched his leg. As a pet should I stay on the bed or would an owner be happy to be approached when in a bad mood?

Wolf looked at me, lifting me gently and snuggling me against himself, rumbling slightly. I guess I did pick the right choice.

He was careful not to touch my injured hip, moving to stroke my belly and then head, the boy looked back at me, his face bright red.

I leant into Wolf, he gently began to nibble the top of my head, those sharp teeth gentle and careful. He took such good care of me, I remember how he'd rub the cold cloth on my skin, how he'd gently bottle feed me.

I bet my own family would have ditched me if I'd been that sick.

He lifted me and carried me to go toilet, with a defeated sigh, I did so. Better than wetting the bed again, even if they didn't get mad. I know I'd probably freak out if a pet peed on my bed.

I squeaked slightly as he lifted me again, carrying me inside and into the bedroom. He sat me on the bed and I watched him. He quietly went out for a bit, I swung my legs slightly, looking to the pillows.

I moved to my knees and tried to move off the bed, gasping in surprise as the door opened. Falling onto my bum. A small snort was heard and I was lifted back up, gently rested back up to sit on the bed. Wolf held a wet cloth, rubbing the cold water around my scarred hip and along my forehead.

He rubbed a yellowish cream onto my hip, gently nibbling around my throat.  He then wrapped a bandage on me, holding two familiar bottles.

I don't know if I could stomach the medicine.

I accepted the first bottle, knowing it as the nice drink, it tasted as amazing as it always has, refreshing me in an incredible way. I licked my lips as he pulled it away, feeling slightly drowsy and comfortable. There wasn't much medicine in the medicine bottle.

The door opened and in walked Master, seeming tired, Wolf handed him the medicine bottle and gestured to me. Master brought the tip to my mouth, I moved away, he persisted, gently trying to get me to take it.

Trying to be as slow as possible, to not upset him, I tried to put my hands in front of my mouth. I wouldn't be such a bad pet... But I'm not sure if I'm going to vomit at the taste or not, especially with an empty stomach. The tip accidentally pushed against a nostril, making me gasp and shove the bottle away.

I froze, oh no, I'm such a bad pet.

I looked to master slowly, waiting for the scary sound. He did seem annoyed as he had his eyes closed, seeming to inhale sharply.

I'm in trouble.

I'm in so much trouble.

I'm such a bad pet.

Oh no...

I'm...

He chirped softly, I was cowering back waiting shakily. He gently ran a claw along my back and licked my face softly. Wolf rumbled loudly and began excitedly nibbling his neck and throat, both speaking softly.

Master put the medicine down, he began to gently pat me as I shook. His annoyance seeming to be replaced by sadness, grooming my face gently. He moved away and lifted up the bottle, Wolf leaving for a moment and coming back with a familiar bag.

Those meaty treats.

I kind of wish it was something nicer.

I still accepted a treat and Master pressed the nipple to my mouth again, I gave in, they won't give up, and I don't want to be a bad, or annoying pet.

Master chirped happily, I gagged on the medicine but forced myself to swallow, spluttering as the bottle was pulled away. Wolf handing me another treat. Master then held something in his hand, it seemed to be my food.

We're back to hand feeding.

At least this time I understand what's going on. Slowly I let myself eat from his hand, both patting me softly, the food helping rid my mouth of the horrible medicine taste.

Once I finished the food, I was gently pulled against the pillows and tucked under the blanket. Both moving in besides me, not getting to close, except for Master grooming my back, avoiding the bandage.

I can be a good girl. I just need to try harder. It's getting easier to be a good pet.