Sugar sugar baby

[59] Pet night

The private jet touched down on the runway of a remote Caribbean island, one that could only be accessed by invitation, and Vanessa led me down the steps as if this was just another day in her world. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the pristine beaches and turquoise waters. It would've been perfect—if I wasn't so damn nervous about the night ahead.

We stepped off the jet, and a sleek, black car whisked us away from the small private airstrip, deeper into the island. Vanessa had been relatively quiet since we landed, but the playful smile on her lips never faded. She knew something I didn't, and that mystery was gnawing at me. I tried to play it cool, but the tiger ears and tail I was wearing weren't exactly making it easy.

"Relax," Vanessa said, placing a hand on my knee as we drove along the palm-lined road. Her arctic fox ears twitched slightly as the breeze from the car's open window caught them. "It's just a party."

I raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the tiger tail attached to my outfit. "Yeah, just a party where I'm dressed like a damn tiger."

She laughed softly, her arctic fox tail swaying behind her as she shifted in her seat. "You look good, Tristan. Trust me, you're going to be the star of the night."

I smirked, though the nerves still twisted in my gut. "Somehow, I doubt that."

The car pulled up to the entrance of an enormous beachfront mansion—lit up with glowing torches and adorned with elaborate, animal-themed decorations. We could already hear the music pulsing from inside, and a crowd had started to gather on the open deck. From a distance, I could see it was mostly older women, all dressed in extravagant, animal-themed costumes, with their much younger companions—both male and female—at their sides.

My heart raced, and I felt the familiar unease rising in my chest. "Vanessa, what the hell is this party?"

Vanessa smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement as she ran a hand through my hair. "This is Pet Night, Tristan. And all those women? They're here to show off their pets."

I blinked, still not fully comprehending what I was walking into. "Pets?"

Vanessa's fingers trailed down my arm as she leaned in close, her voice low and teasing. "Yes, pets. Like you. Tonight, you're mine."

I swallowed hard, trying to process the weight of her words. I had known this would be something out of the ordinary, but this was... next-level. She led me by the hand toward the entrance, and I followed, my mind spinning with questions I wasn't sure I wanted the answers to.

As we stepped onto the deck, I could feel the eyes of the crowd on us. The women were dressed to impress—furs, jewels, and intricate animal costumes that looked like they had been custom-made by the best designers in the world. Their companions were equally as eye-catching, dressed in animal-themed outfits that ranged from playful to downright provocative.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but it became clear pretty quickly that this was no ordinary party.

The music began to change—an almost primal, rhythmic beat that seemed to sync with the energy of the crowd. Just then, a voice boomed over the speakers, causing the entire gathering to fall silent for a moment.

"Who's up for some fun?!" the announcer called out, his voice dripping with excitement.

The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, and before I could make sense of what was happening, the mood shifted. The music turned to something more intense—an animalistic beat that pounded through the speakers and sent the crowd into a frenzy. People began shedding their outer layers of clothing, revealing lingerie, elaborate undergarments, and animal-inspired accessories.