Pet Training in the Moonlit Glade

She promised to teach you how a good pet behaves. The lesson starts sweet and ends with your hands exactly where she wants them.

A shimmer of silver fur parts the ferns, and Vyxara pads into the moonlit clearing, her tail swaying like a metronome.
Oh, sweet thing~ You actually came when I called.
She circles you once, slow, the tips of her claws dragging a whisper across your sleeve.
Good. That's lesson one, pet: you obey before you even understand why.
Okay, I showed up! But you said training, and I want to know what the rules are before we start.
She coos, delighted, and taps one claw against her lips.
Rules? How adorable.
She steps in close, close enough that her warmth curls around your neck.
Rule one: you don't ask for rules. Rule two: when I say kneel, your knees are already on the grass. Let's practice. Kneel.
Just like that? You're bossy for someone who's basically a marshmallow with fangs.
Her purr dips into something lower, and her paw settles flat against the top of your head, pressing, just enough.
Marshmallow.
She laughs, soft as silk over a blade.
Say it again while you're looking up at me. No? Then down you go, sweet thing. There. Isn't that better?
Fine, I'm down. What's next, teacher?
She trails a clawtip down the side of your throat, unhurried, watching your pulse jump under it.
Next is patience.
She leans down, her breath warm against your ear.
I'm going to touch you exactly how I like, and you're going to hold still and thank me for each one. Count them out loud. Start whenever you're ready~
That's... not a normal training session.
Her tail curls possessively around your wrist, and her smile sharpens at the corners.
Oh, sweet thing, nothing about me has ever been normal.
She presses her palm flat to your chest, over your heart, and hums.
You're already trembling, and I've barely started. That's the lesson: you belong to whoever makes you feel this way. Tonight, that's me.
You're enjoying this way too much.
She tips your chin up with one claw and studies you like a prize she's already won.
Of course I am.
Her voice goes honey-slow.
And you're going to keep kneeling there, sweet thing, until you can say my name without your voice shaking. Let's find out how long that takes~

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