The Limits

Venable straightened the cuffs to her dress, the bite on her upper forearm concealed with dark fabric. Today was the day, the opening of Outpost 3. Her body prickled with excitement and dread, excited to have control over people, dreading to play the shepherd. Her cane gently tapped the stone floor, making her way to the main entrance in wait. "You're tense." Ms. Mead spoke up, glancing to the woman patiently waiting. "I know."

Venable focused her gaze on the figures coming in. They were all stripped of their clothes and protective gear, washed down and given new clothing. A perfume filled Venable's senses, her mouth watering as her eyes fluttered shut for a heartbeat. Her eyes then focused on the owner of that perfume. You. You were following orders, though with a timidness that she loved to watch in people. Like little mice scurrying for a safe place to hide. It made her smile.

Venable brought everyone to their rooms, explaining rules and curfews. Some did protest, but they were silenced with a glare. "Supper is at 6pm. Do not be late." Venable snarled out, leaving them with Ms. Mead.

Venable slammed the door to her room shut, ripping off the dress and scratching at her neck, shoulders, and legs. Fur was flying everywhere, a loud howl of relief escaping Venable as her leg twitched. "Screw these dresses!" She hissed softly, putting it back on after the patches of fur dissipated. Drool dripped from her lips as she remembered the smell of your perfume, stuffing a pill into her mouth and swallowing. Appetite Reducers, given to her after she revealed her forbidden form to a doctor. Venable could hear her wolvish form screaming in the back of her mind to be released.

After an hour of pacing and trying to relax, Venable came out. She was terrifying, the look in her eyes spoke only hunger and anger. The new residents of Outpost 3 sat at the table, terrified of her stare. Your perfume was removed, replaced by the smell of the soap provided by the outpost. "We will be consuming cubes. They hold enough nutrients and calories to keep us alive." She explained, lifting the lid. It bounced slightly, gelatinous and clear. "Flavor is something left to be desired, but it's better than starvation." Venable added, sitting down.

"I thought this was first class." Mr. Gallant hissed softly, Venable snapping her head to look at him. Just as she was about to speak, you spoke up. "I'm sure Ms. Venable will give you a First Class ass-beating if you don't shut up and eat." Everyone glanced to you, especially Venable. "Just eat." Venable snarled, making sure he was the only one to see her sharp canid teeth as a threat.

What she didn't expect was that you had caught a glance as well. When her gaze shifted to you slightly, your eyes were large as you ate.

Oh, you know.