We're On Fire

Andy's POV

I woke up wearily. Pat was next to me, still asleep. I smiled. I would be a good Toy for Pat. I lay there and realized I needed the toilet. Should I wait for Pat to wake up and then ask him? My old Master rarely let me go unless he was bored of me. I decided to wait. I lay looking out his window. To my horror, I saw rain. I quickly rolled over again. I placed a hand to my lower stomach and could feel my bladder. A tear fell down my face. I didn't want to anger Pat. I didn't want a beating already. I lay still, trying to distract myself. I whimpered quietly. I closed my eyes, praying he would wake up soon. I whimpered again and felt something warm cover the top of my legs. I covered my mouth and sobbed. He would surely beat me now. He groaned and sat up. The alarm in Pat's face made me feel guilty.
"Andy, baby, what's wrong?"
"P-Please don't b-beat me."
He looked puzzled. "Why? Because I didn't tell you the rules? Andy whilst you're in this house, I want you to act like a Master."
I stared at him.
"Go take a shower, sweetie. I'll sort this out."
I jumped up and sprinted into the en suite, diving into the shower. I stared at the controls.
"Master? How do I turn it on?"
He came in and showed me before disappearing again.
I leant against the shower wall crying. I didn't understand. Why would I act like a Master when I'm a Toy. A good-for-nothing Toy. The only thing I was good at was letting people fuck me. Pat suddenly appeared.
"You alright, Andy, baby?"
I shook my head. he hugged me.
"Andy, baby, it was an accident. They happen."
I nodded.
"M-Master?"
"Yes?"
"Can we...?" I moved his hand to my erection.
He chuckled. "Of course."

I leant against him breathing heavily.
"Andy, sweetie."
I smiled and tickled his chest with my tail. He VERY gently bit the end of it. I giggled.
"I'm going to grab some towels."
I nodded and then shook my head, trying and failing to dry my ears.
"I'll dry them, hold on."
He already knew I hated wet ears. He would be my choice of my boyfriend if we could date. I thought about how Pat always calls me sweetie. Did that mean he liked me? I wish he did. I wish I wasn't a shitty Toy that no one cared about. I grabbed a razor and forced it across my chest, above my heart. I didn't want to like Pat. I couldn't like Pat.
"ANDY!"
Pat was pulling the razor out of my hand and pulling me into his body. I sobbed.
"I'm s-sorry, Master. Please don't p-punish me."
He just held me whilst I sobbed. Pat wrapped a towel around me.
"I'm going to get my Mother. She's a Toy nurse."
He sat me on his bed and ran out the room. It stung slightly but I didn't care. I hated myself for what I had become. I had offered to be enslaved. Offered. To a Master that would never care. Pat sat next to me and I looked shyly up at his Mother. She was young, with green eyes and long brown hair. She wore a small but worried smile.
"Lay down, Andy, and I'll sort this out."
I did as she asked. She was holding a needle and memories hit me like a wall. I kicked out instinctively. Pat grabbed at me.
"Andy, sweetie, it's OK."
I shook my head.
"Please, no."
She gently rubbed my arm. "It's done."
I stared at her before looking at my arm. Sure enough, there was a small blood dt from the needle. Pat lay next to me and kissed my cheek.
"She's not going to hurt you. I promise."
I nodded and held Pat's hand. He squeezed it.
"All finished."
I looked at my chest and saw some white strips stretching over the cut. I reached to touch them.
"No, Andy, sweetie."
"Why?"
"You'll infect them."
I lay my head on Pat's chest.
"I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "What did he do to you to make you so fragile?"
I froze. "I c-can't." I sobbed.
"I'm sorry I asked."
I fell quiet and sniffed.
"M-Master, I'm hungry."
"Let's get you dressed then."
I nodded and lay still as Pat dressed me. I giggled when he picked me up. I couldn't help but notice that he'd picked me up bridal style. I leant my head on his chest, smiling. He carried me into the kitchen (which was massive) and I let out a strangled yell when I saw my old Master sitting at the table. Pat's Father stood up.
"Patrick, sit down, Nikki here needs to talk to you about something."