As promised, Sth returned some time before dinner. He carried another bag with him. I looked at it with distrust. I was beginning to hate those things.
"Here you go, take your jumpsuit off and we'll get started.
Sighing, I slipped out of my overalls and threw them on the bed. Only then did I realise that I was standing naked in front of this person without a second thought. Perspective is everything I guess.
It was probably a good thing I came to that decision just then, because Sth emptied the latest bag and held up something.
"Is that a furry top?" I asked. "Am I going somewhere cold?"
"No, it's your dog outfit. The top of it anyway." He handed it to me, and I examined it. "Put it on."
It turned out that the thing was a band of furry material that went around my chest. Of course, it couldn't be entirely that simply, or maybe the person who had designed my last bra had also designed this, as there were two holes for my nipples to poke out of.
Delightful. Still, at least it wasn't too tight.
"The bottom half." Sth passed me another piece.
These were shorts, although, again, perhaps predictably by now, there was a slit in them to allow my pussy 'to breath', although it wasn't so obvious when it I was wearing it, as the fur covered it up a bit. There was quite a wide hole around the ass area though.
"Leggings," said Sth. I think he was enjoying this, and I scowled at him.
As he said, they were furry leggings, although the knees were padded. That was a bit worrying.
"Oh, your collar, you'll need to put that on again." He pointed at the thing I had on earlier, which was in the corner of the room, where I'd thrown it.
I have him a Look, but went and fetched it, like a good dog apparently, and he helped me put the horrible device on again.
"Mask."
"What?" I asked, as he gave me the next item.
"See for yourself," he said.
I did, holding it up. It was a full face mask, of a dog. It even had ears and a bit of a muzzle around the mouth hole.
Reluctantly, I fitted it over my head. It limited my vision a bit, but apart from that, wasn't really uncomfortable.
"Almost there," Sth said. "Just need you to put your paws on now."
"My what?" I said, from under my dog face.
"Here, hold out your hands." I did as I was told, and he slipped some, essentially, furry mittens over my hands. They were designed to look like paws.
"Oh, nearly forgot," Sth added, pulling something else out of the bag. "Er, you need to get down on all fours I'm afraid."
Not liking this at all, I did so.
"Hold on whilst I lube it up." I heard him fiddling, but the word 'lube' only meant one thing to me.
I was right.
"Stick your bottom up," I was instructed.
Making a face, I did so, and was rewarded by the cold feel of what felt like another plastic penis against my rear. It wasn't quite the same though, as I soon found out. This one was wider, much wider, and I gasped as my poor asshole was stretched enormously.
"It hurts," I complained, even as my stupid pussy began to itch.
"It's a butt plug, kind of," Sth informed me, adding another new phrase to my growing repertoire. "Nearly there." Suddenly the thing narrowed, and my ass basically sucked it in. "There, done. Your tail is now in place."
With some effort, I bent round and, peeking from under my mask, found that the end of the butt plug, as it had been referred to, had had a furry dog-like tail stuck onto the end of it.
"Oh my universe," I said. "Who the fuck thinks these things up? I want to meet him, and shoot him in the head."
"Oh, the human race has a very active imagination in this area," Sth piped up. He sounded a little too happy today, in my opinion. "Right, let me just fix your lead..." he bent down, and something was attached to my collar.
"Good girl," he said.
"I swear, if you take the piss I will come for you in the night and cut your throat," I snarled at him.
"Sorry," he replied. He did sound sincere. A bit sincere anyway.
"The captain says you are not to speak tonight, as dogs don't speak. He likes his role play. On the other hand, dogs don't usually give blow jobs either." He shrugged.
"Blow jobs?" I asked. "Oh! You mean when someone sucks..."
"Yes, that," he confirmed.
Another phrase then. It seemed that The School had really left out a large part of my education. Even Nuba hadn't mentioned many of these, although I suppose they were mostly related to men.
"Come," he said, and yanked my lead, although gently. "Let's go walkies."
"Okay." I started to stand up.
"Hey, what are you doing? Do you think those knee pads are in there by accident? Dogs walk on four legs."
"Oh shit."
"Yes, now, come on, we'll go the back way, and get you there before anyone arrives."
I shuffled out after him, and was led, literally, down the corridor, and to a door I'd not been through before.
"Okay, you're going to have to climb down this yourself, because I'm not carrying you, role play be fucked," Sth said, as he opened the door to reveal a shaft beyond, with a ladder affixed to the opposite wall. I peered in, looking up and down. The thing must go through every deck on the ship! It gave me vertigo.
"I'll go first," he said, climbing gingerly in. "Just don't slip and fall, it's a long way down."
"I'll do my best," I said, following him.
The climb was tiring, and seemed to go on forever, but, eventually, Sth made a sound, and opened another door, carefully climbing out. I skipped out too, glad to be out of the narrow confines.
"We're on the other side of the mess hall," said Sth. "Get on all fours please."
I obeyed, and was led into the food hall, which was still and silent. Apparently we were early. I wasn't upset, the thought of the entire ship seeing me like this wasn't a nice one.
"Here, you're going under the captain's table," said Sth. "There's even a long table cloth on today, which should block anyone's vision of you under there, although that might be more for the captain's privacy than yours."
Grateful for small mercies, I crawled in. There was, indeed, a cloth hanging down, almost to the floor, although there were one or two small holes in it here and there. Still, better than nothing.
Oh, and how nice, there were two bowls on the floor too. One had some food in, another, well, I assumed it was grog, because it wasn't water. Unless someone had peed in it. I wouldn't put it totally past them.
"Have a nice dinner," said Sth, tying my lead to the captain's chair.
"Yeah, thanks," I replied, but he had gone.
I was left on my own for the moment, so I took the opportunity to slip off a mitten, or paw, whatever, and stuff the food down me, using my hand. I had a horrible suspicion that if I waited for Murder, he'd want me to eat it like a dog would. The water was actually grog, and I slurped that down quickly too, which soon had my head spinning.
I'd just about finished when I heard noises. People were coming in! Quickly, I smeared a bit of gravy around my face mask, and put my mitten slash paw on again.
Then I sat and waited, like any good dog would for its master.