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It's been almost a year since I last wrote these two. I originally wanted to write this for Valentines Day this year, but other things got in the way. Didn't want to wait until next year to post it either.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Nothing depicted in this text is something I support or encourage anyone to do in real life. Any names or locations are purely coincidental. If you have difficulty separating fact from fiction, please seek help.", "writing": "Jericho felt a lump in his throat. It lodged itself there like a rubber ball, amorphous but durable enough so that it refused to go down no matter how hard he swallowed. Nerves and anxieties rippled goosebumps underneath his fur with every step down the card aisle. He’d walked it before without much care in the past, finding something fitting for his mother on Mother’s Day or something for Danny on his birthday. But now he needed to find something truly special, something he’d never done before.\n\n\nHe needed a card for Valentine's. \n\n\nTentatively he pulled out a card for a girlfriend, then put it away without opening it. The term girlfriend didn’t fit Moonlight, nor did the term boyfriend fit him. She was something more and he…he felt like something less. What should have filled him with shame or angered him instead made his cock strain against the cage she’d locked around it. \n\n\nIt’d become a natural sensation by now. A small part of him, smaller than his enforced prison, even liked it more than a full erection. Not that he dared to admit it. Only his reflection every morning knew it. The way he’d bounce the cage, how he’d fondle it with soft breaths while his cock pushed fruitlessly against the pressure. A reminder that its freedom belonged to someone else. Someone with raven black hair and a heart of ice so cold it burned. A goth rabbit who both protected and humiliated him. Made him vulnerable and comfortable. She filled the back of his mind almost every day and left him wanting when she didn’t command him to her domain after school. \n\n\nHe hated it, or so he said. Life was simpler before she tricked him. Before she babysat him. The fox clenched his fist but it barely squeezed. He shook his head violently and took a ragged breath, pulling his attention back to the task at hand. Her stupid Valentine's Day card.\n\n\nThere were more categories than he expected. There were the usual birthday cards for him, her, parent, and so on. After that came special event cards like congratulations for promotion, collaring, retirement, and so on. But the Valentines section expanded into another aisle entirely. Boy loves girl, girl loves boy, boy loves boy, girl loves girl, man loves woman, woman loves man, man loves man, woman loves woman, boy loves man, woman loves girl, ara ara…he blinked, the shook his head and kept looking for the right one as the categories expanded. The pictures grew steadily vulgar, from loving depictions of couples and cute hearts to whips, chains, dicks, or cunts, and an overuse of the word ‘Daddy’. He pulled out a card shaped like a cock, opening it to reveal a picture of a chastity cage underneath. It belonged in the ‘Bitch to Owner’ section. Had that always been a section, he wondered, or new? He shook his head and kept looking, not satisfied with the card’s phrasing. He needed something she’d like. Something that’d put a smile on that dark face. Or at least brighten it up with a blush.\n\n\nOne specific card depicted a full moon casting a ray of light down. With trepidation he opened it, seeing a description so cheesy yet right he couldn’t help but blush. This was it. It fit her stupid goth name perfectly. It could have been more black, but that didn’t bother him too much to stop.\n\n\n“Have you always had so many cards?” Jericho asked the cashier, handing the snake his card.\n\n\nThe red-vested man shrugged. “It’s just the aisle.”\n\n\nJericho blinked. There were more than three aisles. He looked back to be sure and found just one aisle of cards. He blinked twice, trying to piece together a picture growing fuzzier the more he thought about it. The call for a card robbed him of whatever he was thinking about. \n\n\n“Debit? Figured a kid like you would be using your mom’s credit card.”\n\n\nJericho scowled. “I’m not a kid.” Though his allowance didn’t do him any favors. \n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nValentine's Day at Cherry Blossom Academy used to annoy him to no end. It still did in a way, from all the hearts plastered across the lockers and the paper chains hanging over the student's heads in the halls. For a single day, the school went all out in decorations, though given they did that for almost any big holiday where they still had school, it hardly seemed surprising. At least Halloween allowed them to wear costumes to class. \n\n\nNow he understood why people liked the holiday and he hated it. He packed her card in his backpack and refused to part with it, making every moment of the day an anxious hell. Each tick of the clock, and every step between classes, rattled his heart until he swore it was all he heard.\n\n\n“You look like you’re gonna fall over dude,” Danny said, reflexively tugging his excess backpack strap around his wrist. It was almost lunchtime and they had a few minutes to talk before the bell rang. “You ok?”\n\n\n“Just nervous.” Jericho’s foot refused to stop bouncing. “High schoolers have a free period when we have lunch, right?”\n\n\nDanny shrugged. He looked ready to speak but a smile crossed his lips. “Oh…Oh…you got her something.”\n\n\n“J-Just a card,” Jericho whispered, his eyes darting about. “It’s the least I could do for the holiday.”\n\n\n“You sure?” Danny tilted his head, letting his ears flop. “Valentines are for couples. You’re not exactly her boyfriend.”\n\n\n“It’s not like she has one.” Jericho didn’t expect to sound so defensive.\n\n\nBy Danny’s look, neither did the rabbit. “True. But I’d be careful giving it to her. She might assume you’re getting weird ideas.”\n\n\n“Weird?” The fox snapped under his breath. Danny was the last person to call him out for being weird. His whole family was outliers. Normal people didn’t skip a Christmas tree in favor of trying the father and son together for the evening with Christmas lights.\n\n\nThe bell rang before he could voice his tirade. “She’s got a free period now,” Danny whispered, scooting out of his seat. “You’ll find her in one of the study rooms. They’re big private glass rooms with curtains. Good luck.”\n\n\nCherryblossom had three schools in one building. The elementary, middle, and high school were separated by archways that felt closer to portals to other worlds. Jericho always felt like he was crossing a threshold. Silly in hindsight, but that was how he explained the tight feeling in his chest every time. \n\n\nHunched over, the fox stared at his feet as he walked. Despite being just a few years older than him, the high schoolers felt like adults. Giants with shadows overcasting his tiny form. Squeaking sneakers raced through the hall. He jumped aside, avoiding a pitbull outpacing a stallion with fine hair that the fox mistook him for a woman until he spoke. Jericho held his tongue until he found the study rooms, almost swallowing it when he found her.\n\n\nStudy rooms were small spaces walled off with glass and, to his shock, no curtains. Either Danny lied to him, or there was more than one. A single table and two chairs filled up the room. Tamera, no, Moonlight sat at the farthest chair, her high buckled boots crossed while her dark hair hung down as she hunched forward to read a thick textbook. Despite her name’s meaning she wore black from head to toe, from a short skirt with chains dangling to a crop top with long sleeves. She turned his way when he opened the door, her placid face offering little more than a raised eyebrow where her piercings glinted in the light. \n\n\n“What are you doing here?” She asked her emotions flat on the surface. He’d been under her long enough to know there was more to it than that. What exactly was difficult to parse. Rather than say his reasons, he closed the door behind him and bowed his head before offering her the letter.\n\n\n“Corner,” she pointed her skull-detailed fingernail to the spot in question after taking the note. “Kneel and wait.” Jericho’s cage felt deliciously tight at her command. It was the first such order she’d given to him in school. He used to dread it, fearing one day she’d walk into his classroom and demand he strip in front of everyone or something else equally humiliating. But they hardly saw each other at school. This was the first time they ever interacted in public since she babysat him, not counting the Halloween party. \n\n\nThe corner she pointed to sat beside the door and underneath the window. No one would see him there unless they entered the room. He wondered if she picked it for that purpose or because it was the closest. It didn’t matter. The fox rested his knees against the rough brown carpeted floor, planting his forehead at the corner. His heartbeat rocked with the tearing of the envelope. Its echo thrummed through his ear in the silence that followed. Questions beat his heart like a drum. Did she like it? Was it stupid? Should she laugh? Did he want her too? Doubts dug their nails deep into his gray matter and whispered wicked thoughts then locked his neck to a pulley and yanked him to the floor. He swallowed, straining to keep still in the ongoing silence. \n\n\nHer nails tapped the table. She was thinking, Jericho realized. What, he wasn’t sure. Maybe a punishment for stepping out of line. No, no that couldn’t be it. Anxieties ran through his body like lightning when she called him to turn around. By a miracle, he failed to jump. Her boot hung before his face. One look from her judging gaze told him that no orders were needed for what she expected. He tasted leather on his breath when he sucked in his gut, building the courage needed to kiss his Mistress’s boots on school grounds. \n\n\n“You’re going to tell your mother that you’re spending the night at Danny’s house. After school, you’re going to wait by my car instead of taking the bus home. Is that clear?”\n\n\nJericho’s ears dropped despite his elation. “A…actually, my mom isn’t going to be home tonight. Business trip.”\n\n\nThe bunny tilted her ear, “Did she hire another sitter, or did you somehow convince her you don’t need one.”\n\n\nHe smiled, “Neither. She told me to ask if you’re available.”\n\n\nThe smallest sliver of a smile crossed the rabbit’s lips. It vanished when he blinked as if it was never there at all. “Fine. Your place. After a few stops.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nHis mistress’s car was compact. She drove a regular Civic with silver paint. He half-expected to be black but kept his mouth shut on the subject. Now it was all he could think about when riding in her passenger seat. Well, that and how he still had to sit in the back when his mother was driving. \n\n\nThey stopped off at her house first. She made him wait in the car for nearly ten minutes, returning with the same bag she brought on her first job with him. He said nothing, courting a glance to it in the backseat as they drove off. \n\n\nHer playlist, like her look, was dark and broody. There was an occasional pop song mixed in that she skipped with a hasty tap of her finger. Jericho forced a grin, “Afraid I’ll tease you for it?”\n\n\n“As if your opinion means anything.” Her tone came off as playful despite all evidence to the contrary. Either Jericho heard what he wanted to hear, or she was lowering herself around him. In any case, his smile became more relaxed and natural for the rest of the ride. \n\n\nHighman Break had one mall per district, though he’d heard the Outskirts mall was little more than a haven for ladies of the night. The Aubergine mall wasn’t the largest one, but from what he heard it had the most variety and traffic that somehow didn’t steal business from other stores downtown. His mother talked about it a lot over the phone.\n\n\nParking in an underground garage, Jericho kept a steady pace three feet behind Moonlight and watched her boots, occasionally catching a glance at the gray bunny’s ass. His caged member throbbed with all the things he wished to do for it. \n\n\n“Any reason why we’re here?” he asked.\n\n\nMoonlight didn’t look at him. “Yup.”\n\n\nHe waited a few seconds before the realization kicked in. “And that would be?”\n\n\n“None of your business.” \n\n\n“Then why am I here?”\n\n\n“I need a pair of hands.”\n\n\nHe scowled, “You have Danny for that.”\n\n\n“No. I have you for that. Do I need to make you drop your pants to prove it?” \n\n\nJericho zipped his lips shut and followed her into a connecting department store. Mixed fragrances of perfume filled the open air with the smell of false leather and cloth. She stopped by a makeup kiosk, perusing through until she pulled a tube of black lipstick and matching nail polish from it. Jericho tried not to roll his eyes when she handed him the bag. \n\n\nEach store they visited made him wish he was somewhere else. He scarcely paid attention to the pair of black and buckled platform boots she bought when dragging him through a shoe store or some clothes from an alt-goth or punk section of a teen fashion store. Only when both his hands were full did he realize she’d been holding his hand the entire time. His palm was warm and sweaty. \n\n\nIt hit him firmer than her slaps. They were on a date.\n\n\nThe fox shook his head. They couldn’t be. Sure they had a relationship but it couldn’t be that intimate. Then again, it was Valentine's Day and he’d given her a card. A glance around the mall showed him they weren’t the only couple shopping either. \n\n\nCouple. He wasn’t sure if he liked that word. He, begrudgingly, liked being with her. She made his world more colorful. But couples were equals, and he wasn’t her equal. The question of if he wanted to be hung around his neck like a weight at his collar. \n\n\n“Hold still.” At her command, he froze. They’d entered another leather-filled shop, one catering to alternative fashion. A small leather band with metal studs hung between her fingers. It felt cool to his neck. Buttons clicked it into place. She held him by it, testing its strength just as Jericho’s heartbeat drummed in his ears. \n\n\n“This’ll work.” She said as if he wasn’t there.\n\n\n“F-For what?” He asked, eyeing the floor to hide his blush. “You gave me a collar on Christmas, remember?”\n\n\n“I did. But I don’t want you wearing that in public. So you’ll wear that choker instead. It’ll be your day collar.”\n\n\nA day collar? His heart skipped a beat. Her ownership of him was private to anyone outside of her immediate family. But to wear something like this in the open meant everyone would know. No, he shook his head. It was just a choker. Girls wore them all the time. Did guys? \n\n\n“Don’t worry,” Moonlight said, grabbing a box of black dye off the shelf, “I’ve got a plan to make it fit.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nThere was something freeing about being told to strip naked in his own home. As soon as they closed the front door she had him remove his clothes and kneel, like he did whenever he visited Danny’s house. This was his haven, his shelter from her control, and yet she broke through it without resistance. Satisfied, she made him get a washcloth, spray bottle, and a chair which she sat in while he cleaned her boots. She didn’t get up until he could lick the entire sole without worry. \n\n\nIn his bathroom, she coated his headfur in Vaseline and then split it into four sections. Each was brushed with an inky black mixture from the dye bottle. If not for the cuffs locking his arms behind him, he’d have found the process uncomfortable. \n\n\n“I thought the dye was for you?” he said, trying not to cringe at his shoulders with the sensation across his scalp.\n\n\n“Not sure why you'd think that,” she said despite her dyed hair. “Everything I bought was in your size.”\n\n\n“Wait, what?” He turned to face her only for the rabbit to force his head forward. “Sorry. You bought stuff in my size?”\n\n\n“Weren’t you paying attention?”\n\n\n“No.”\n\n\n“Hmm. You should work on that.”\n\n\nHis headfur’s new color stood out against his orange fur like oil over a beacon. Once it dried she brought his cuffs forward and locked his ankles together, then bound his hands to a table. He when she pulled out the small bottle of black nail polish. “Do I get a say in this?”\n\n\n“I could gag you, but I’d need to take it out later.”\n\n\nHe shut his mouth and let her work. Each nail from finger to toe was coated in a night black. She even speckled tiny white dots to look like stars dating the sky. \n\n\n“Did you know Jericho has several meanings?” She said while she worked.\n\n\n“My name has a meaning?”\n\n\nShe looked at him like he said the dumbest thing possible. “All names have meanings.”\n\n\nHe chuckled, “Sure. Is that why you go by Moonlight? Being more literal.”\n\n\nShe ignored his jab. “Jericho has two meanings in ancient Hebrew. One possible translation is fragrance. The other is ‘city of the moon’.” \n\n\nJericho caught himself from snickering. Her leering gaze helped. “So…Pretty close coincidence then.”\n\n\n“Just about,” Moonlight said, wrapping the nails up to dry. Next came a makeup kit, with the additional black lipstick she’d bought. \n\n\nHe frowned but didn’t fight against her work. “Do you have to make me pretend I’m a girl?”\n\n\n“Male actors wear makeup all the time. It helps them stand out on camera. Does that make them less manly?”\n\n\n“They aren’t wearing nail polish.”\n\n\n“Sure, but they don’t have me holding their cock in a cage.” \n\n\nHis caged cock twitched at the reminder. Were it not there he’d have a raging boner and a confused conscience as to why. With it, he knew exactly why but hated to give it voice, even as she pursed his lips for the lipstick. \n\n\nAfter makeup, she pulled out several articles of clothing. From black and white strapped thigh-high socks, black short-shorts with a skull detail on the back pocket, a matching top that hugged his chest so tight he swore it was shaping around his body and the platform boots that, upon retrospect, were in his size. He didn’t ask how she knew that, the bunny had been controlling him long enough to write down his measurements whenever she wanted. He was more curious as to when she did that. \n\n\nHis mother’s room had a full-body mirror. There he saw a goth fox with cropped headfur over their eye looking back at him. They looked feminine enough to be a girl, and yet he knew he’d question if she was if he’d seen them anywhere else. \n\n\n“I did buy a skirt,” Moonlight said, marveling over her work with the smallest smile possible. “Though I worried you’d crumble with it on, like the last of your so-called masculine ego. Maybe you should thank me for that.” After a pause, she added, “Sage.”\n\n\n“What?” Jericho was too busy marveling in his reflection to catch the last part.\n\n\n“Your name. Well, your goth name. Since Jericho has two meanings, why not use the first meaning as inspiration? Sage is androgynous enough and flowers smell nice.” She twirled a finger through his dyed headfur, “Though maybe we could get you some blue or purple highlights.”\n\n\n“No thanks.” He pushed her hand away as politely as possible, “I already need to explain this to my mom. Highlights, whatever those are, are too much.”\n\n\nMoonlight sighed as she rolled her eyes. She pulled him in by the choker before he could offer a rebuttal, bringing his face just under her breasts. The weight of them brought color to his face that her makeup was meant to drain. In the mirror’s reflection, he saw her phone held out. The snap of a photo riddled him with goosebumps. \n\n\n“Y-You’re not going to share that, are you?” He asked. Her raised brow was answer enough. Falling to his knees, the fox clutched her skirt. “Please, mistress, don’t share that.”\n\n\n“Or what?” \n\n\nHis tongue lodged itself in his throat. “I…I…uh…”\n\n\nShe pushed him to the floor, anchoring him through with her boot against his crotch. The weight of it all elated a gasp too close to moaning for his liking. “What are you?” she asked, twisting her sole.\n\n\n“I-I’m your slave.”\n\n\n“Correct. You’re my slave. My property. My bitch. If I want to share a picture amongst friends, then I will. And–” Her phone buzzed with a text. She swiped it open, smiled, and then kneeled to show him the response. The picture, he noticed, had a caption saying “Meet Sage, my pretty pet.” And the response, from Victoria, called him cute in all caps with heart emojis. At a glance, he couldn’t even tell that he was Sage. The goth fox could have been any fox his age, boy or girl. \n\n\n“Everyone in this group chat shares their conquests. It’s just between us, no leaks. Besides, it’s not like your status is a secret. Everyone saw you on my leash at the Halloween party.”\n\n\n“It’s still embarrassing.” Jericho didn’t sound as convincing as he’s like.\n\n\n“Why’s that?” She tilted his chin to look her in the eyes. “Because I gave you a makeover? All I did was make you match, and if it weren’t for the cage you’d be having a nonstop boner right now. I’m not expecting you to put on eyeliner and lipstick every day. It does look fetching though. Makes me want to ruin my work already.”\n\n\n“How? \n\n\nShe kicked his legs out and pinned his arms to the floor. He pursed his lips as she came closer, closing his eyes for the inevitable touch. It didn’t come. “You know how,” the rabbit whispered, right before nipping his neck. \n\n\nShe got up and commanded him to kneel at the foot of his bed. He kept his head down, ears twitching as she rummaged through her bag. With care she removed his choker, replacing it with the cool chill of the collar she’d gifted him. Their play collar. His slave collar. It felt right as she looped it in place, tight enough not to shake yet loose enough to breathe unimpeded. \n\n\nMetal cuffs locked his wrists behind him. “Did you know I haven’t used these since I challenged you?” She hoisted him up on the bed. “And here we are again. In your personal domain. Your safe haven crumbling in my presence. Everything but your mouth is telling me you want this.”\n\n\nShe locked a ballgag behind his teeth before he could confirm or deny it. “Shh. You know, normally I keep you gagged so I don’t annoy my parents or brother with your noises. But there’s no one here besides us. So why, I wonder, would I gag you? Perhaps it’s because you look cute with something stuffed in your mouth.”\n\n\nShe pulled up his shirt from behind. Jericho’s chest tensed. Her black nails dragged lines across the fur of his quivering stomach. They circled his nipple’s aerolas, twirling and twirling until he mumbled for her to stop. “Did you know girl nipples are sensitive?” She said, “Some girls claim they can get off from them alone. I’ve always wondered if guys were the same way.”\n\n\nHe found it more annoying than pleasant. Then painful when she clutched his nipples between her fingers. Moonlight answered his scream with a nip in the neck. “I guess not. Maybe I should put that on the list? Have you massage and tease these little buttons until even a light breeze gets you hard. Well, relatively speaking.” \n\n\nShaky breaths turned to pained grunts as she twisted them. “Then I’ll get them pierced. I’m not sure if I should get you studs or rings. Studs look nice, but I can attach stuff to rings.” Pre-leaked from his cage at the thought. He imagined it in a flash, either piercing on his nipple, another signifier that he was hers. \n\n\nShe played with his chest for what felt like hours. Whenever he struggled she reached between his legs and squeezed the tight sack of his caged cock. Sweet relief came not with an orgasm but a quick push face-first into the bed, followed by quick pats urging him to raise his ass.\n\n\nSince Christmas, she’d made a point to train his ass every session and expected him to do it every day. Given a collection of steadily increasing buttplugs, he’d been told not to increase the size until he could sleep in them without issue. Jericho almost forgot he was wearing one today, giving him a confused shudder at the sudden new empty feeling back there.\n\n\nThe fox’s ears twitched at the sound of latex gloves. He caught a glimpse of the teal material over her hands, followed by the spurt of a lube bottle before the cold gel sank into his ass. One finger slipped in without issue, followed by another. “What a hungry asshole. My fingers can sink right in.” \n\n\nHer digits dug deep. Poking and propping his depths. He winced and moaned, gnawing at his gag as the sensation rippled throughout his body. Her free hand massaged his caged cock as she worked, squeezing the sack or fondling the caged cock drooling for release. His back arched when she found his button. “Oh? Has this gotten sensitive? Or is it just backed up?” Jericho couldn’t think straight to answer. His body struggled not to cave against the squelching sensation of her fingers fucking him. The urge to pee rose behind his cock yet his bladder was empty. It roiled and rumbled, bashing against a door he wanted to open. Her fingers went faster, going as far as to echo wet slaps with every forceful piston inside him. Soon he was begging behind the gag. Praying to hit that orgasm. \n\n\nShe pulled away at the last second.\n\n\n“Remind me, what’s your favorite color?” Moonlight asked, casually stripping off her gloves. She needed to lean in because of his gag, perking her ears to listen. “Green? I think I have green.” \n\n\nHe wondered what exactly she meant. Jericho saw her clothes pile up in his peripheral vision. Cocking his head back the fox’s eyes went wide at the assortment of dildos she pulled from her bag. Varied as colors of the rainbow and in sizes. If they were in Texas, she’d be a criminal. \n\n\nShe picked one outside of his view and headed to the bathroom. After the click of a phone camera, she returned with a jade-green monster between her legs. It reminded him of her hyena friend Victoria, only it was bigger. Bigger than he could have ever hoped to be. \n\n\n“I know what you’re thinking,” Moonlight unlocked his gag, pulling out just enough to hold it at his maw. “Yes, this is going inside you. No, it’s not too big. I’ve been training your hole enough so that this should feel just right. So just kiss it, relax, and let me give your prostate what it’s been craving.”\n\n\n“Kiss it?” He reeled back once free of the gag. “What? That’s gay.”\n\n\nMoonlight rolled her eyes. “It’s not a real dick, dork. And even if it was, it wouldn’t matter. If I told you to suck another guy’s dick I’d expect you to do it. Do you know why?”\n\n\nJericho kept his mouth shut. She asked again, pressing the tip of her dildo against his cheek. “B-Because…I’m your bitch?”\n\n\n“That’s right. You’re my bitch. You’ve been my bitch since I first babysat you. Right here on this very bed where you failed to break out of my game. It makes your heart skip, your face flush red and your cage feel so much tighter. Only my bitch would get me a card on Valentine's Day. Only my bitch would kneel before me in school to give it. Only my bitch would partake in a shopping date in the mall to get prettied up later in his bathroom.” She pulled him up by his dyed headfur, “So when I tell my bitch to kiss my cock, I expect my bitch to do it.”\n\n\nAs true as all of that was, just as his cage felt tight as a vice, one thing stood out in particular that he just had to voice. “Wait. That was a date?” Moonlight’s face went red. She bit her lower lip. He smiled, ready to say something only for the jade-green rod to slip into his mouth and silenced him. The bulbous silicon rod made him gag and sputter but she refused to let him loose. \n\n\n“I should keep your mouth full all the time,” she whispered with a burning chill. “You look so much better that way.”\n\n\nHe hacked up a wad of saliva when she pulled free. Her nails dug deep into his scalp. “Who are you?” She asked, slapping his face with the wet rod. \n\n\n“Your bitch,” he said through sputtering deep breaths. \n\n\nHer smile was small but genuine. Her strap-on kept smacking his cheeks with a wet thump. “Does my bitch want to get fucked?” Moonlight asked. They both knew the answer, and Jericho knew why he needed to say it. \n\n\n“Yes…” He smiled, spit and tears running mascara down his cheeks. “Your bitch wants to be fucked.” He started shaking his ass in anticipation of it. Moonlight’s smile grew. She pulled his chin up and pinched his mouth open, spitting in it. Jericho swallowed it greedily. \n\n\n“Good bitch,” she let go, circling until he felt her hands on his back shoulders. Anxious shivers ran up his spine the moment her cockhead pressed against the loose back door. \n\n\nHe tried to bite the sheets but his mouth refused to close, leaving a constant groan of unusual pleasure. Every inch deeper she sank hammered in the realization. In his home, he was safe from her. He could be himself without worrying about the responsibilities of wearing her collar. But now, in the same bed she’d ensnared him with, she was taking him whole and he welcomed it wholeheartedly. There was no turning back from this. He didn’t want to anymore.\n\n\n“I’m not hearing a thank you.” Moonlight pulled his head back by his headfur. “I’m not even a third in and you’ve hardly said anything.”\n\n\n“I-It’s a lot to take in.” She snickered at his poor choice of words. \n\n\n“Sloppy. I’ll be merciful now, but don’t forget how to speak to me.” She pushed in halfway, catching his rebuttal as a pitched cry. She pulled back halfway with every push deeper, mounting pressure against his inner button. He felt the small spark behind his cock, that urge to pee yet nothing would come. He wanted it to go there. Needed to go there.\n\n\n“H-Harder,” he muttered. \n\n\n“Did you just give me an order?” She asked, hilting him to turn his response to a scream. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You don’t give orders, you give thanks. Which I’ve still not heard.”\n\n\n“Thank you, Mistress.” He cried out.\n\n\n“Louder.” She slapped his ass and pulled back, pistoning deeper again. “No one’s home, so be loud. Tell me how you really feel.”\n\n\n“Thank you, Mistress Moonlight!” He shouted, his voice pitched and body rocking with her thrusts. “Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for tying me up. God, fuck, t-thank you for making me yours!”\n\n\nHe kept shouting gratitude and she sped up, ramming her hips into his so hard it shook the bed. She nicked his shoulder with her teeth like a predator to prey, claiming him in every way possible. The oncoming orgasm grew stronger and stronger, nearing the moment of explosion. He cried out, “I’m close, Mistress!” As she’d trained him to do. \n\n\nShe pulled out. The moment of emptiness cruelly weighed on him for a brief second until she flipped him onto his back and hoisted his lower body up so that the cage hung over his head. Her thick cock sank back into his ass like a key to a lock.\n\n\nThe weight of her thrusts hammered him into the bed. He winced, gasped, and begged for absolution with a pitched voice. She didn’t relent, burying hard and deep as her hands held hard around his ankles. His caged cock flopped uselessly, flinging clear precum over his bed and face. \n\n\nThe orgasm rippled through him like a shockwave. A warm tense feeling started from his crotch and echoed across his body. White drops of cum dribbled out of his cage, flicking over his face as she continued to ram into him. Cries for her to stop failed to form as her cock battered his sensitive organ. The look on her face told him she wasn’t there. She’d entered a space he couldn’t join until she was finished with him. \n\n\nTwo more hit him before she stopped. The third was dry and ached. He licked the seed from his lips when she pulled out. Jericho’s lower half hit the bed hard enough to bounce. He lay there, exhausted despite having done nothing. \n\n\nShe laid next to him after pulling the condom from her toy, plopping the strap-on over his caged cock while trailing circles in his cumsoaked fur. They stayed like that for what could have been minutes to hours, and he knew he could have laid there longer with her if she chose it. \n\n\n“Would you be scared if I said this proved you don’t need your cock?” she asked, “That I might as well keep you caged indefinitely?”\n\n\nHe thought about it. “Yes, Mistress.”\n\n\n“Would you still do it if I said so?”\n\n\nHe thought about it. His answer came faster than he expected. “Yes, Mistress.”\n\n\nShe smiled. For a second he thought she meant to kiss him so he closed his eyes and pursed his lips. Instead, he felt a rubber ball push past them, locking with a strap behind his head. “Good boy,” she whispered, kissing the gag hard enough that he swore a mark was left on it. \n\n\n“Unfortunately, you missed an honorific or two today.” The rabbit tied his legs to the headboard, leaving his privates exposed. “So before we shower, I think it’s best to lay down a punishment.” \n\n\nHis eyes widened at the small brush she pulled from her bag. It made a heavy smack sound when she paddled its backside against her palms. One tight grip on his sack told him everything he needed to know. Jericho shook his head, mumbling for mercy.\n\n\n“Don’t worry, pet. I don’t need to go hard to punish you here. Besides, I like how your balls look when you’re caged.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\nThe icepack was a godsend. After a shared shower Moonlight ordered a pizza and paid for it. They watched a horror movie afterward, something involving mining and Valentines. He found himself cuddling up to her through it. \n\n\n“You can keep the green dildo,” She told him, packing up to leave for the night when the movie finished. “I expect you to use it for practice.”\n\n\n“And if my mom finds it?” he asked.\n\n\n“If you don’t want her to find it then don’t let her find it. She’s out enough that you can clean it without worry.”\n\n\nShe wasn’t wrong. He didn’t want to admit it so he crossed his arms and looked away. Her lips pecked his cheek. “I hope to see Sage again.”\n\n\n“So I have a say in the matter?” Jericho smirked. \n\n\nMoonlight raised her brow. “Of course. So long as you’re willing to accept the consequences. Besides, you can’t deny Sage looked cute.”\n\n\nHis bashful silence said everything.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jericho felt a lump in his throat. It lodged itself there like a rubber ball, amorphous but durable enough so that it refused to go down no matter how hard he swallowed. Nerves and anxieties rippled goosebumps underneath his fur with every step down the card aisle. He’d walked it before without much care in the past, finding something fitting for his mother on Mother’s Day or something for Danny on his birthday. But now he needed to find something truly special, something he’d never done before.


He needed a card for Valentine's.


Tentatively he pulled out a card for a girlfriend, then put it away without opening it. The term girlfriend didn’t fit Moonlight, nor did the term boyfriend fit him. She was something more and he…he felt like something less. What should have filled him with shame or angered him instead made his cock strain against the cage she’d locked around it.


It’d become a natural sensation by now. A small part of him, smaller than his enforced prison, even liked it more than a full erection. Not that he dared to admit it. Only his reflection every morning knew it. The way he’d bounce the cage, how he’d fondle it with soft breaths while his cock pushed fruitlessly against the pressure. A reminder that its freedom belonged to someone else. Someone with raven black hair and a heart of ice so cold it burned. A goth rabbit who both protected and humiliated him. Made him vulnerable and comfortable. She filled the back of his mind almost every day and left him wanting when she didn’t command him to her domain after school.


He hated it, or so he said. Life was simpler before she tricked him. Before she babysat him. The fox clenched his fist but it barely squeezed. He shook his head violently and took a ragged breath, pulling his attention back to the task at hand. Her stupid Valentine's Day card.


There were more categories than he expected. There were the usual birthday cards for him, her, parent, and so on. After that came special event cards like congratulations for promotion, collaring, retirement, and so on. But the Valentines section expanded into another aisle entirely. Boy loves girl, girl loves boy, boy loves boy, girl loves girl, man loves woman, woman loves man, man loves man, woman loves woman, boy loves man, woman loves girl, ara ara…he blinked, the shook his head and kept looking for the right one as the categories expanded. The pictures grew steadily vulgar, from loving depictions of couples and cute hearts to whips, chains, dicks, or cunts, and an overuse of the word ‘Daddy’. He pulled out a card shaped like a cock, opening it to reveal a picture of a chastity cage underneath. It belonged in the ‘Bitch to Owner’ section. Had that always been a section, he wondered, or new? He shook his head and kept looking, not satisfied with the card’s phrasing. He needed something she’d like. Something that’d put a smile on that dark face. Or at least brighten it up with a blush.


One specific card depicted a full moon casting a ray of light down. With trepidation he opened it, seeing a description so cheesy yet right he couldn’t help but blush. This was it. It fit her stupid goth name perfectly. It could have been more black, but that didn’t bother him too much to stop.


“Have you always had so many cards?” Jericho asked the cashier, handing the snake his card.


The red-vested man shrugged. “It’s just the aisle.”


Jericho blinked. There were more than three aisles. He looked back to be sure and found just one aisle of cards. He blinked twice, trying to piece together a picture growing fuzzier the more he thought about it. The call for a card robbed him of whatever he was thinking about.


“Debit? Figured a kid like you would be using your mom’s credit card.”


Jericho scowled. “I’m not a kid.” Though his allowance didn’t do him any favors.




***




Valentine's Day at Cherry Blossom Academy used to annoy him to no end. It still did in a way, from all the hearts plastered across the lockers and the paper chains hanging over the student's heads in the halls. For a single day, the school went all out in decorations, though given they did that for almost any big holiday where they still had school, it hardly seemed surprising. At least Halloween allowed them to wear costumes to class.


Now he understood why people liked the holiday and he hated it. He packed her card in his backpack and refused to part with it, making every moment of the day an anxious hell. Each tick of the clock, and every step between classes, rattled his heart until he swore it was all he heard.


“You look like you’re gonna fall over dude,” Danny said, reflexively tugging his excess backpack strap around his wrist. It was almost lunchtime and they had a few minutes to talk before the bell rang. “You ok?”


“Just nervous.” Jericho’s foot refused to stop bouncing. “High schoolers have a free period when we have lunch, right?”


Danny shrugged. He looked ready to speak but a smile crossed his lips. “Oh…Oh…you got her something.”


“J-Just a card,” Jericho whispered, his eyes darting about. “It’s the least I could do for the holiday.”


“You sure?” Danny tilted his head, letting his ears flop. “Valentines are for couples. You’re not exactly her boyfriend.”


“It’s not like she has one.” Jericho didn’t expect to sound so defensive.


By Danny’s look, neither did the rabbit. “True. But I’d be careful giving it to her. She might assume you’re getting weird ideas.”


“Weird?” The fox snapped under his breath. Danny was the last person to call him out for being weird. His whole family was outliers. Normal people didn’t skip a Christmas tree in favor of trying the father and son together for the evening with Christmas lights.


The bell rang before he could voice his tirade. “She’s got a free period now,” Danny whispered, scooting out of his seat. “You’ll find her in one of the study rooms. They’re big private glass rooms with curtains. Good luck.”


Cherryblossom had three schools in one building. The elementary, middle, and high school were separated by archways that felt closer to portals to other worlds. Jericho always felt like he was crossing a threshold. Silly in hindsight, but that was how he explained the tight feeling in his chest every time.


Hunched over, the fox stared at his feet as he walked. Despite being just a few years older than him, the high schoolers felt like adults. Giants with shadows overcasting his tiny form. Squeaking sneakers raced through the hall. He jumped aside, avoiding a pitbull outpacing a stallion with fine hair that the fox mistook him for a woman until he spoke. Jericho held his tongue until he found the study rooms, almost swallowing it when he found her.


Study rooms were small spaces walled off with glass and, to his shock, no curtains. Either Danny lied to him, or there was more than one. A single table and two chairs filled up the room. Tamera, no, Moonlight sat at the farthest chair, her high buckled boots crossed while her dark hair hung down as she hunched forward to read a thick textbook. Despite her name’s meaning she wore black from head to toe, from a short skirt with chains dangling to a crop top with long sleeves. She turned his way when he opened the door, her placid face offering little more than a raised eyebrow where her piercings glinted in the light.


“What are you doing here?” She asked her emotions flat on the surface. He’d been under her long enough to know there was more to it than that. What exactly was difficult to parse. Rather than say his reasons, he closed the door behind him and bowed his head before offering her the letter.


“Corner,” she pointed her skull-detailed fingernail to the spot in question after taking the note. “Kneel and wait.” Jericho’s cage felt deliciously tight at her command. It was the first such order she’d given to him in school. He used to dread it, fearing one day she’d walk into his classroom and demand he strip in front of everyone or something else equally humiliating. But they hardly saw each other at school. This was the first time they ever interacted in public since she babysat him, not counting the Halloween party.


The corner she pointed to sat beside the door and underneath the window. No one would see him there unless they entered the room. He wondered if she picked it for that purpose or because it was the closest. It didn’t matter. The fox rested his knees against the rough brown carpeted floor, planting his forehead at the corner. His heartbeat rocked with the tearing of the envelope. Its echo thrummed through his ear in the silence that followed. Questions beat his heart like a drum. Did she like it? Was it stupid? Should she laugh? Did he want her too? Doubts dug their nails deep into his gray matter and whispered wicked thoughts then locked his neck to a pulley and yanked him to the floor. He swallowed, straining to keep still in the ongoing silence.


Her nails tapped the table. She was thinking, Jericho realized. What, he wasn’t sure. Maybe a punishment for stepping out of line. No, no that couldn’t be it. Anxieties ran through his body like lightning when she called him to turn around. By a miracle, he failed to jump. Her boot hung before his face. One look from her judging gaze told him that no orders were needed for what she expected. He tasted leather on his breath when he sucked in his gut, building the courage needed to kiss his Mistress’s boots on school grounds.


“You’re going to tell your mother that you’re spending the night at Danny’s house. After school, you’re going to wait by my car instead of taking the bus home. Is that clear?”


Jericho’s ears dropped despite his elation. “A…actually, my mom isn’t going to be home tonight. Business trip.”


The bunny tilted her ear, “Did she hire another sitter, or did you somehow convince her you don’t need one.”


He smiled, “Neither. She told me to ask if you’re available.”


The smallest sliver of a smile crossed the rabbit’s lips. It vanished when he blinked as if it was never there at all. “Fine. Your place. After a few stops.”




***




His mistress’s car was compact. She drove a regular Civic with silver paint. He half-expected to be black but kept his mouth shut on the subject. Now it was all he could think about when riding in her passenger seat. Well, that and how he still had to sit in the back when his mother was driving.


They stopped off at her house first. She made him wait in the car for nearly ten minutes, returning with the same bag she brought on her first job with him. He said nothing, courting a glance to it in the backseat as they drove off.


Her playlist, like her look, was dark and broody. There was an occasional pop song mixed in that she skipped with a hasty tap of her finger. Jericho forced a grin, “Afraid I’ll tease you for it?”


“As if your opinion means anything.” Her tone came off as playful despite all evidence to the contrary. Either Jericho heard what he wanted to hear, or she was lowering herself around him. In any case, his smile became more relaxed and natural for the rest of the ride.


Highman Break had one mall per district, though he’d heard the Outskirts mall was little more than a haven for ladies of the night. The Aubergine mall wasn’t the largest one, but from what he heard it had the most variety and traffic that somehow didn’t steal business from other stores downtown. His mother talked about it a lot over the phone.


Parking in an underground garage, Jericho kept a steady pace three feet behind Moonlight and watched her boots, occasionally catching a glance at the gray bunny’s ass. His caged member throbbed with all the things he wished to do for it.


“Any reason why we’re here?” he asked.


Moonlight didn’t look at him. “Yup.”


He waited a few seconds before the realization kicked in. “And that would be?”


“None of your business.”


“Then why am I here?”


“I need a pair of hands.”


He scowled, “You have Danny for that.”


“No. I have you for that. Do I need to make you drop your pants to prove it?”


Jericho zipped his lips shut and followed her into a connecting department store. Mixed fragrances of perfume filled the open air with the smell of false leather and cloth. She stopped by a makeup kiosk, perusing through until she pulled a tube of black lipstick and matching nail polish from it. Jericho tried not to roll his eyes when she handed him the bag.


Each store they visited made him wish he was somewhere else. He scarcely paid attention to the pair of black and buckled platform boots she bought when dragging him through a shoe store or some clothes from an alt-goth or punk section of a teen fashion store. Only when both his hands were full did he realize she’d been holding his hand the entire time. His palm was warm and sweaty.


It hit him firmer than her slaps. They were on a date.


The fox shook his head. They couldn’t be. Sure they had a relationship but it couldn’t be that intimate. Then again, it was Valentine's Day and he’d given her a card. A glance around the mall showed him they weren’t the only couple shopping either.


Couple. He wasn’t sure if he liked that word. He, begrudgingly, liked being with her. She made his world more colorful. But couples were equals, and he wasn’t her equal. The question of if he wanted to be hung around his neck like a weight at his collar.


“Hold still.” At her command, he froze. They’d entered another leather-filled shop, one catering to alternative fashion. A small leather band with metal studs hung between her fingers. It felt cool to his neck. Buttons clicked it into place. She held him by it, testing its strength just as Jericho’s heartbeat drummed in his ears.


“This’ll work.” She said as if he wasn’t there.


“F-For what?” He asked, eyeing the floor to hide his blush. “You gave me a collar on Christmas, remember?”


“I did. But I don’t want you wearing that in public. So you’ll wear that choker instead. It’ll be your day collar.”


A day collar? His heart skipped a beat. Her ownership of him was private to anyone outside of her immediate family. But to wear something like this in the open meant everyone would know. No, he shook his head. It was just a choker. Girls wore them all the time. Did guys?


“Don’t worry,” Moonlight said, grabbing a box of black dye off the shelf, “I’ve got a plan to make it fit.”




***




There was something freeing about being told to strip naked in his own home. As soon as they closed the front door she had him remove his clothes and kneel, like he did whenever he visited Danny’s house. This was his haven, his shelter from her control, and yet she broke through it without resistance. Satisfied, she made him get a washcloth, spray bottle, and a chair which she sat in while he cleaned her boots. She didn’t get up until he could lick the entire sole without worry.


In his bathroom, she coated his headfur in Vaseline and then split it into four sections. Each was brushed with an inky black mixture from the dye bottle. If not for the cuffs locking his arms behind him, he’d have found the process uncomfortable.


“I thought the dye was for you?” he said, trying not to cringe at his shoulders with the sensation across his scalp.


“Not sure why you'd think that,” she said despite her dyed hair. “Everything I bought was in your size.”


“Wait, what?” He turned to face her only for the rabbit to force his head forward. “Sorry. You bought stuff in my size?”


“Weren’t you paying attention?”


“No.”


“Hmm. You should work on that.”


His headfur’s new color stood out against his orange fur like oil over a beacon. Once it dried she brought his cuffs forward and locked his ankles together, then bound his hands to a table. He when she pulled out the small bottle of black nail polish. “Do I get a say in this?”


“I could gag you, but I’d need to take it out later.”


He shut his mouth and let her work. Each nail from finger to toe was coated in a night black. She even speckled tiny white dots to look like stars dating the sky.


“Did you know Jericho has several meanings?” She said while she worked.


“My name has a meaning?”


She looked at him like he said the dumbest thing possible. “All names have meanings.”


He chuckled, “Sure. Is that why you go by Moonlight? Being more literal.”


She ignored his jab. “Jericho has two meanings in ancient Hebrew. One possible translation is fragrance. The other is ‘city of the moon’.”


Jericho caught himself from snickering. Her leering gaze helped. “So…Pretty close coincidence then.”


“Just about,” Moonlight said, wrapping the nails up to dry. Next came a makeup kit, with the additional black lipstick she’d bought.


He frowned but didn’t fight against her work. “Do you have to make me pretend I’m a girl?”


“Male actors wear makeup all the time. It helps them stand out on camera. Does that make them less manly?”


“They aren’t wearing nail polish.”


“Sure, but they don’t have me holding their cock in a cage.”


His caged cock twitched at the reminder. Were it not there he’d have a raging boner and a confused conscience as to why. With it, he knew exactly why but hated to give it voice, even as she pursed his lips for the lipstick.


After makeup, she pulled out several articles of clothing. From black and white strapped thigh-high socks, black short-shorts with a skull detail on the back pocket, a matching top that hugged his chest so tight he swore it was shaping around his body and the platform boots that, upon retrospect, were in his size. He didn’t ask how she knew that, the bunny had been controlling him long enough to write down his measurements whenever she wanted. He was more curious as to when she did that.


His mother’s room had a full-body mirror. There he saw a goth fox with cropped headfur over their eye looking back at him. They looked feminine enough to be a girl, and yet he knew he’d question if she was if he’d seen them anywhere else.


“I did buy a skirt,” Moonlight said, marveling over her work with the smallest smile possible. “Though I worried you’d crumble with it on, like the last of your so-called masculine ego. Maybe you should thank me for that.” After a pause, she added, “Sage.”


“What?” Jericho was too busy marveling in his reflection to catch the last part.


“Your name. Well, your goth name. Since Jericho has two meanings, why not use the first meaning as inspiration? Sage is androgynous enough and flowers smell nice.” She twirled a finger through his dyed headfur, “Though maybe we could get you some blue or purple highlights.”


“No thanks.” He pushed her hand away as politely as possible, “I already need to explain this to my mom. Highlights, whatever those are, are too much.”


Moonlight sighed as she rolled her eyes. She pulled him in by the choker before he could offer a rebuttal, bringing his face just under her breasts. The weight of them brought color to his face that her makeup was meant to drain. In the mirror’s reflection, he saw her phone held out. The snap of a photo riddled him with goosebumps.


“Y-You’re not going to share that, are you?” He asked. Her raised brow was answer enough. Falling to his knees, the fox clutched her skirt. “Please, mistress, don’t share that.”


“Or what?”


His tongue lodged itself in his throat. “I…I…uh…”


She pushed him to the floor, anchoring him through with her boot against his crotch. The weight of it all elated a gasp too close to moaning for his liking. “What are you?” she asked, twisting her sole.


“I-I’m your slave.”


“Correct. You’re my slave. My property. My bitch. If I want to share a picture amongst friends, then I will. And–” Her phone buzzed with a text. She swiped it open, smiled, and then kneeled to show him the response. The picture, he noticed, had a caption saying “Meet Sage, my pretty pet.” And the response, from Victoria, called him cute in all caps with heart emojis. At a glance, he couldn’t even tell that he was Sage. The goth fox could have been any fox his age, boy or girl.


“Everyone in this group chat shares their conquests. It’s just between us, no leaks. Besides, it’s not like your status is a secret. Everyone saw you on my leash at the Halloween party.”


“It’s still embarrassing.” Jericho didn’t sound as convincing as he’s like.


“Why’s that?” She tilted his chin to look her in the eyes. “Because I gave you a makeover? All I did was make you match, and if it weren’t for the cage you’d be having a nonstop boner right now. I’m not expecting you to put on eyeliner and lipstick every day. It does look fetching though. Makes me want to ruin my work already.”


“How?


She kicked his legs out and pinned his arms to the floor. He pursed his lips as she came closer, closing his eyes for the inevitable touch. It didn’t come. “You know how,” the rabbit whispered, right before nipping his neck.


She got up and commanded him to kneel at the foot of his bed. He kept his head down, ears twitching as she rummaged through her bag. With care she removed his choker, replacing it with the cool chill of the collar she’d gifted him. Their play collar. His slave collar. It felt right as she looped it in place, tight enough not to shake yet loose enough to breathe unimpeded.


Metal cuffs locked his wrists behind him. “Did you know I haven’t used these since I challenged you?” She hoisted him up on the bed. “And here we are again. In your personal domain. Your safe haven crumbling in my presence. Everything but your mouth is telling me you want this.”


She locked a ballgag behind his teeth before he could confirm or deny it. “Shh. You know, normally I keep you gagged so I don’t annoy my parents or brother with your noises. But there’s no one here besides us. So why, I wonder, would I gag you? Perhaps it’s because you look cute with something stuffed in your mouth.”


She pulled up his shirt from behind. Jericho’s chest tensed. Her black nails dragged lines across the fur of his quivering stomach. They circled his nipple’s aerolas, twirling and twirling until he mumbled for her to stop. “Did you know girl nipples are sensitive?” She said, “Some girls claim they can get off from them alone. I’ve always wondered if guys were the same way.”


He found it more annoying than pleasant. Then painful when she clutched his nipples between her fingers. Moonlight answered his scream with a nip in the neck. “I guess not. Maybe I should put that on the list? Have you massage and tease these little buttons until even a light breeze gets you hard. Well, relatively speaking.”


Shaky breaths turned to pained grunts as she twisted them. “Then I’ll get them pierced. I’m not sure if I should get you studs or rings. Studs look nice, but I can attach stuff to rings.” Pre-leaked from his cage at the thought. He imagined it in a flash, either piercing on his nipple, another signifier that he was hers.


She played with his chest for what felt like hours. Whenever he struggled she reached between his legs and squeezed the tight sack of his caged cock. Sweet relief came not with an orgasm but a quick push face-first into the bed, followed by quick pats urging him to raise his ass.


Since Christmas, she’d made a point to train his ass every session and expected him to do it every day. Given a collection of steadily increasing buttplugs, he’d been told not to increase the size until he could sleep in them without issue. Jericho almost forgot he was wearing one today, giving him a confused shudder at the sudden new empty feeling back there.


The fox’s ears twitched at the sound of latex gloves. He caught a glimpse of the teal material over her hands, followed by the spurt of a lube bottle before the cold gel sank into his ass. One finger slipped in without issue, followed by another. “What a hungry asshole. My fingers can sink right in.”


Her digits dug deep. Poking and propping his depths. He winced and moaned, gnawing at his gag as the sensation rippled throughout his body. Her free hand massaged his caged cock as she worked, squeezing the sack or fondling the caged cock drooling for release. His back arched when she found his button. “Oh? Has this gotten sensitive? Or is it just backed up?” Jericho couldn’t think straight to answer. His body struggled not to cave against the squelching sensation of her fingers fucking him. The urge to pee rose behind his cock yet his bladder was empty. It roiled and rumbled, bashing against a door he wanted to open. Her fingers went faster, going as far as to echo wet slaps with every forceful piston inside him. Soon he was begging behind the gag. Praying to hit that orgasm.


She pulled away at the last second.


“Remind me, what’s your favorite color?” Moonlight asked, casually stripping off her gloves. She needed to lean in because of his gag, perking her ears to listen. “Green? I think I have green.”


He wondered what exactly she meant. Jericho saw her clothes pile up in his peripheral vision. Cocking his head back the fox’s eyes went wide at the assortment of dildos she pulled from her bag. Varied as colors of the rainbow and in sizes. If they were in Texas, she’d be a criminal.


She picked one outside of his view and headed to the bathroom. After the click of a phone camera, she returned with a jade-green monster between her legs. It reminded him of her hyena friend Victoria, only it was bigger. Bigger than he could have ever hoped to be.


“I know what you’re thinking,” Moonlight unlocked his gag, pulling out just enough to hold it at his maw. “Yes, this is going inside you. No, it’s not too big. I’ve been training your hole enough so that this should feel just right. So just kiss it, relax, and let me give your prostate what it’s been craving.”


“Kiss it?” He reeled back once free of the gag. “What? That’s gay.”


Moonlight rolled her eyes. “It’s not a real dick, dork. And even if it was, it wouldn’t matter. If I told you to suck another guy’s dick I’d expect you to do it. Do you know why?”


Jericho kept his mouth shut. She asked again, pressing the tip of her dildo against his cheek. “B-Because…I’m your bitch?”


“That’s right. You’re my bitch. You’ve been my bitch since I first babysat you. Right here on this very bed where you failed to break out of my game. It makes your heart skip, your face flush red and your cage feel so much tighter. Only my bitch would get me a card on Valentine's Day. Only my bitch would kneel before me in school to give it. Only my bitch would partake in a shopping date in the mall to get prettied up later in his bathroom.” She pulled him up by his dyed headfur, “So when I tell my bitch to kiss my cock, I expect my bitch to do it.”


As true as all of that was, just as his cage felt tight as a vice, one thing stood out in particular that he just had to voice. “Wait. That was a date?” Moonlight’s face went red. She bit her lower lip. He smiled, ready to say something only for the jade-green rod to slip into his mouth and silenced him. The bulbous silicon rod made him gag and sputter but she refused to let him loose.


“I should keep your mouth full all the time,” she whispered with a burning chill. “You look so much better that way.”


He hacked up a wad of saliva when she pulled free. Her nails dug deep into his scalp. “Who are you?” She asked, slapping his face with the wet rod.


“Your bitch,” he said through sputtering deep breaths.


Her smile was small but genuine. Her strap-on kept smacking his cheeks with a wet thump. “Does my bitch want to get fucked?” Moonlight asked. They both knew the answer, and Jericho knew why he needed to say it.


“Yes…” He smiled, spit and tears running mascara down his cheeks. “Your bitch wants to be fucked.” He started shaking his ass in anticipation of it. Moonlight’s smile grew. She pulled his chin up and pinched his mouth open, spitting in it. Jericho swallowed it greedily.


“Good bitch,” she let go, circling until he felt her hands on his back shoulders. Anxious shivers ran up his spine the moment her cockhead pressed against the loose back door.


He tried to bite the sheets but his mouth refused to close, leaving a constant groan of unusual pleasure. Every inch deeper she sank hammered in the realization. In his home, he was safe from her. He could be himself without worrying about the responsibilities of wearing her collar. But now, in the same bed she’d ensnared him with, she was taking him whole and he welcomed it wholeheartedly. There was no turning back from this. He didn’t want to anymore.


“I’m not hearing a thank you.” Moonlight pulled his head back by his headfur. “I’m not even a third in and you’ve hardly said anything.”


“I-It’s a lot to take in.” She snickered at his poor choice of words.


“Sloppy. I’ll be merciful now, but don’t forget how to speak to me.” She pushed in halfway, catching his rebuttal as a pitched cry. She pulled back halfway with every push deeper, mounting pressure against his inner button. He felt the small spark behind his cock, that urge to pee yet nothing would come. He wanted it to go there. Needed to go there.


“H-Harder,” he muttered.


“Did you just give me an order?” She asked, hilting him to turn his response to a scream. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You don’t give orders, you give thanks. Which I’ve still not heard.”


“Thank you, Mistress.” He cried out.


“Louder.” She slapped his ass and pulled back, pistoning deeper again. “No one’s home, so be loud. Tell me how you really feel.”


“Thank you, Mistress Moonlight!” He shouted, his voice pitched and body rocking with her thrusts. “Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for tying me up. God, fuck, t-thank you for making me yours!”


He kept shouting gratitude and she sped up, ramming her hips into his so hard it shook the bed. She nicked his shoulder with her teeth like a predator to prey, claiming him in every way possible. The oncoming orgasm grew stronger and stronger, nearing the moment of explosion. He cried out, “I’m close, Mistress!” As she’d trained him to do.


She pulled out. The moment of emptiness cruelly weighed on him for a brief second until she flipped him onto his back and hoisted his lower body up so that the cage hung over his head. Her thick cock sank back into his ass like a key to a lock.


The weight of her thrusts hammered him into the bed. He winced, gasped, and begged for absolution with a pitched voice. She didn’t relent, burying hard and deep as her hands held hard around his ankles. His caged cock flopped uselessly, flinging clear precum over his bed and face.


The orgasm rippled through him like a shockwave. A warm tense feeling started from his crotch and echoed across his body. White drops of cum dribbled out of his cage, flicking over his face as she continued to ram into him. Cries for her to stop failed to form as her cock battered his sensitive organ. The look on her face told him she wasn’t there. She’d entered a space he couldn’t join until she was finished with him.


Two more hit him before she stopped. The third was dry and ached. He licked the seed from his lips when she pulled out. Jericho’s lower half hit the bed hard enough to bounce. He lay there, exhausted despite having done nothing.


She laid next to him after pulling the condom from her toy, plopping the strap-on over his caged cock while trailing circles in his cumsoaked fur. They stayed like that for what could have been minutes to hours, and he knew he could have laid there longer with her if she chose it.


“Would you be scared if I said this proved you don’t need your cock?” she asked, “That I might as well keep you caged indefinitely?”


He thought about it. “Yes, Mistress.”


“Would you still do it if I said so?”


He thought about it. His answer came faster than he expected. “Yes, Mistress.”


She smiled. For a second he thought she meant to kiss him so he closed his eyes and pursed his lips. Instead, he felt a rubber ball push past them, locking with a strap behind his head. “Good boy,” she whispered, kissing the gag hard enough that he swore a mark was left on it.


“Unfortunately, you missed an honorific or two today.” The rabbit tied his legs to the headboard, leaving his privates exposed. “So before we shower, I think it’s best to lay down a punishment.”


His eyes widened at the small brush she pulled from her bag. It made a heavy smack sound when she paddled its backside against her palms. One tight grip on his sack told him everything he needed to know. Jericho shook his head, mumbling for mercy.


“Don’t worry, pet. I don’t need to go hard to punish you here. Besides, I like how your balls look when you’re caged.”




***


The icepack was a godsend. After a shared shower Moonlight ordered a pizza and paid for it. They watched a horror movie afterward, something involving mining and Valentines. He found himself cuddling up to her through it.


“You can keep the green dildo,” She told him, packing up to leave for the night when the movie finished. “I expect you to use it for practice.”


“And if my mom finds it?” he asked.


“If you don’t want her to find it then don’t let her find it. She’s out enough that you can clean it without worry.”


She wasn’t wrong. He didn’t want to admit it so he crossed his arms and looked away. Her lips pecked his cheek. “I hope to see Sage again.”


“So I have a say in the matter?” Jericho smirked.


Moonlight raised her brow. “Of course. So long as you’re willing to accept the consequences. Besides, you can’t deny Sage looked cute.”


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