WHO: Kaegan and Karena WHEN: Week 5; Saturday, October 31th; morning WHERE: Jannati City; Carrick's Estate WHAT: Separation anxiety. RATING: TBA STATUS: In progress
Kaegan knew exactly what he'd be doing if he were free. He'd be in his shoebox apartment, orchestrating a Halloween marathon with his roommate (the originals because he still refused to acknowledge Rob Zombie’s abomination) while texting his friends with plans to dress in their sleaziest Halloween costumes—Kaegan had purchased the materials for his Master of Ceremonies costume months ago—and arranging a time to meet up at Neighbours to dance and sweat the night away under a kaleidoscope of color. But he no longer had his freedom.
My nipples would probably chafe from all those suspenders anyway, he thought, mouth twitching in amusement. Kaegan stretched his arms over his head, sighing contentedly when his back popped. He blinked his eyes open, peering around the room for his Mistress but could see little passed amorphous blobs due to his blurred vision. Feeling too lazy to retrieve his glasses or amble to the bathroom to put in his contacts, Kaegan burrowed deeper into the bed, pulling his Mistress’ pillow under the covers to wrap his body around.
He dozed in and out, groggy and growing more nervous at his Mistress’ absence. Kaegan lay in bed, staring at the door as if she could materialize by the sheer force of his will. Whining high in his throat, the slave moved from the bed to the floor, and willed himself to shift. He watched with wonder when his hands transformed into furry paws, closing his eyes to concentrate on the contortion of his body.
Flexing his muscles, Kaegan stretched and shook his head, sniffing eagerly at the air with his heightened sense of smell. He scampered over to the dirty clothes hamper, claws clanking against the floor, and snuffled his snout into the laundry before pawing at the basket until it toppled over. Panting happily, Kaegan belly-crawled into the cylindrical bin, his barely-there tail wiggling with enthusiasm, and nosed through the clothing.
He settled happily onto his belly with his legs stretched out behind him, peeking out from the bin. Kaegan nestled his muzzle under his Mistress’ discarded clothing and sighed, comforted by her scent.