As the day drug on, Marcy was falling into her roll quite well. She was able to take command from her trainer exactly on point, and for all intensive purposes she was Sheeba. Little did Marcy know, the reason she was falling in so well was that Sheeba’s instincts were slowly creeping in to her mind.
There were tell-tail signs for those who knew better, but most nobody knew and her trainers just thought she was putting on a show. Signs such as her passive grooming as she tended her self with during the breaks between takes, the settle snarling she minded to her trainer as the day progressed, but the end all was when she snatched her treat from the trainer as if she were a feral cat.
She was slowly being overcome by Sheeba’s drive and instincts, and she didn’t even know.
At the end of the day Sheeba was exhausted and found that she had been led to a cage. She knew this didn’t feel right and that she shouldn’t be here, but she also had the urge to go into the safe place and sleep.
As she stepped forward she…