Chapter 40
40
SHILOH
I’m not sure how long I was snoozing, curled up against Toby’s side in our corner of the play room, but Donnie’s hand on my side brings me back to awareness. With a short purr and a headbutt to his palm, he takes the hint and gives me scritches behind my ear and under my chin.
“Time to head home, Kitten,” he says as he stands back up. “You’ve both got class in the morning and I have a coffee shop to run.”
Toby’s whine makes me grumble out a noise I’ve never made before. It shocks all three of us until Donnie starts belly laughing.
I like that sound. I want to hear more of it.
“Come on boys. Let’s get you back to being people so we can go home.”
Toby follows like the obedient pup he is, and I follow because I want to. A cat chooses their person, after all…
Shit.
I let Donnie become my person. He’s supposed to be Toby’s person, not mine. I don’t need a person. People hurt people who look like me, and I’m so tired of being hurt.
As the door closes to our changing room, I notice that Toby’s gear bag is already in here with us. How did that happen?
Fuck it. It doesn’t matter.
While Donnie pulls off Toby’s hood and gives him the love and pets that I used to do, I grab the bag with my regular clothes and head for the small half bath that is in the room. I need to let them have their moment. This is what I wanted after all, right?
As soon as the door is closed between us, my ass hits the floor, pushing the tail plug against my prostate in a way it’s been teasing all night but never quite hitting until this moment. I can’t stop the sound that escapes but at this point it’s more pain than pleasure. My body absolutely loves it, but my heart shatters.
“Kitten, you alright?” Donnie’s voice comes from the other side of the door.
“MmmHmm,” I make an affirmative noise to try and get him to stay out. If I were to use words, he would hear it. He would know how I feel. If he knows how I feel, he will either move me out or reject Toby for me. I can’t be selfish. Toby needs him more.
“Shy?” Toby’s voice calls out. “Shy, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me anymore. Please don’t let me go, too.”
I shove my fist into my mouth to muffle the sobs invoked by his painful words. The pain of my teeth cutting into my knuckles helps me calm down enough to sound somewhat normal when I answer.
“It’s fine, Tobe. I’m not mad. I just have to pee.”
I hear footsteps shuffling away from the door as I curl myself around the base of the toilet. There’s not much room in here, but I’m used to squeezing into small spaces. Reaching around behind me, I pull my tail forward and let the soft texture flow through my hands. I have to pull it out…
I felt confident wearing the plug with Donnie’s help, but now I have to learn to do this on my own. Gliding my hands up the length of my tail, I find the solid base of the plug and twist it to make sure there is still enough lubrication to pull it out easily. I know better than to just yank it, but I fucking want it out of me. It’s nothing more than a reminder of what I’m losing tonight, what I never should have let myself take in the first place.
The pleasure of the stretch mingles with the pain of my heart breaking until I’m a sobbing mess on the tiles, the plug glistening next to me.