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Meanwhile, Ser Novak is dealing with some issues of his own.", "writing": "By Birthright Chapter 4: Life\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tFew things really upset Novak anymore. Sure he was gruff. Standoffish, even. It was simply a reality of war. The fact that the younger generation of knights were able to fashion themselves as high minded exemplars of great ideals or pure paladins acting in the name of God was oddly an assurance of that fact. They had never known war. Not real war. Not the hell of seditionists terrorizing small settlements on fringe worlds. Not wallowing in the mud beside grunts and mercenaries with a jammed coil rifle hoping against hope that the debris could be cleared before the next counterattack.\n\n\tThe old man’s graying brown bristles were a patchwork of scars which could not be fixed. At least, not without extensive time in a medical pod under the guidance of very skilled doctors. He could afford such things, naturally. His house was one of the oldest. He’d fought beside King Bran in Tau Ceti’s orbit. Spent his days as a rough rider cavalry under Ser Collins. The old pig didn’t regret his scars, nor was he overly proud of them. He served his God, his King and his countrymen. And in doing so he had made fur kind a tiny bit better.\n\n\tWhich was why he had to wonder about this mission. It was a mix of uneventful and prestigious that most of the younger breed would have jumped at. A feather in ones cap without the chance of real war. That much was evident in the spear he’d been given.\n\n\tWith Joan it was obvious. The overly eager frog girl was a thorn in the side of the orthodox among the knighthood. New money. New title. She’d grown up among the second estate. No real legacy to speak of. For her this whole thing almost felt like some kind of mercy being handed down. Sit in a cruise ship, don’t touch anything and gain her spurs. Based on the reports of her past actions Boris wasn’t quite sure if he should be offended by that or grateful. But he’d be sure to get some measure out of her before this whole thing was out. Even if it was a personal duel while the Princess fulfilled her duties.\n\n\tKorrin was a different matter. She’d been with him for years now. Squire to one of his students who ended up attached to his cohort more often than not after the slippery feline decided to focus on politicking. She was skilled. He’d seen the sparrow perform admirably in combat more times than many seasoned knights far her senior in years. In armor, in a mech or even just on foot, she had always impressed him. But then there was that attitude.\n\n\tThese were the thoughts that insisted on stirring around in the old man’s mind as he sat there. His shoulders drooped and the well used uniform hanging heavy on his shoulders. He was feeling his age. Sitting there in the ready room behind the briefing podium. For the thousandth time he wondered if he should take up his wife’s advice to get a proper rejuv treatment instead of simply settling for whatever cocktail of chemicals the doctors said would keep him functioning like back in his prime. \n\n\tDoesn’t really matter, does it?” he laughed. The old man pulled a locket from around his neck and popped it open. Holographic images of his wife and children. Old ones. He’d stored so many pictures and videos in that little keepsake by now it was hard to dig though for anything in particular he may want. Not that the locket itself was special, he’d gone though dozens in his day at least. But for him it always helped to remember what he was fighting for.\n\n\t“What are you fighting for, old man?” He finally mused to himself. He knew the answer. It was the same answer any knight would give. Or rather, it was the same answer he hoped any knight would give.\n\n\tSlamming the small projector locket shut, Boris Novak finally pulled himself up to his full hunched height and gestured towards the ready room door. A sharply dressed stoat in a uniform for the Queen Grace strolled in. the black stripe in his otherwise ornate shoulder bands indicating he was ship security.\n\n\t“Sorry about that.” the old boar shrugged.\n\n\t“No need to be sorry.” The stoat snickered. His voice smooth as a razor over silk. “As I informed you in my communiqué, this is likely nothing. However…”\n\n\t“However…” Boris continued “I’m guessing it’s bugging you enough that you feel the need to step over the chain of command to tell me.”\n\n\tThe stoat smiled and nodded softly. “I was in the military, M’lord. Not a knight, obviously. But before my time here I was stationed on a navy ship. Normally I wouldn’t do anything like this. But since we have an actual knight aboard, I felt that I may as well be safe rather than sorry.”\n\n\tNovak shook his head and smiled. “I’m not anything special, boy. Just an old soldier with some fancy hunks of metal to show off.” The way the boy looked at him, Novak wondered if his words came off more as false modesty than they were intended. It didn’t seem to shake him, though, and so he waved for the stoat to continue.\n\n\t“Well, M’lord, I was a bit worried about the zenith of our route. The passage between our own space and Yggdrasil’s. There have been some reports of suspicious ships in the area in the past few months. Nothing this month, obviously. Otherwise we’d likely have changed our planned route. But I can’t help but shake the feeling it might be someone prowling or patrolling while looking for prey.”\n\n\t“And you think that this ostentatious lady here is going to be too good for them to pass up?” Novak snickered\n\n\t“In so many words, yes.” The stoat nodded back.\n\n\tThe old boar looked the younger man over. Scratching his chin softly for a few moments before giving a small nod. “What did you say your name was, again?”\n\n\t“Taylor, sir. Security steward Taylor” The boy said sharply.\n\n\t“No no, your first name.” Novak grunted.\n\n\t“Oh, uh… Jiles… sir.” The young man responded. This time clearly taken aback.\n\n\t“Right, Jiles. I appreciate the concern. Especially since I’m sure you realize that the knights here mean something more than just a standard flight though the stars. But I can tell you right now that my spear is here only as a formality. If there really is any sort of problem, I’m sure your Captain will take it seriously. But I’ve fought enough Drassi mercs to know how their forces operate. And considering how well things are going for both of our corporations right now, I can also tell you that any raiders who may pop up are likely to face a spear tip of Helblades before this tub’s defenses can even crack. You ever see what those things can do, Jiles?”\n\n\tThe Stoat deflated a bit at that. He didn’t even have to say it. The fact that the Drassi considered massive capital class beam weapons mounted to engines and a power plant to be an acceptable ‘frigate’ said all anyone needed to know on how the trumped up Vikings thought. But on the plus side, it would likely be quite a sight when not on the receiving end of it.\n\n\t“Listen, I appreciate your dedication. The chain of command isn’t there to take away individual initiative no matter how much some officers may wish it was that way. If you do see something serious, and you feel your captain isn’t listening then you have my permission to contact me. But only if you promise to relax.”\n\n\t“Are you sure, M’lord?” Jiles blinked “I won’t be bothering you?”\n\n\t“You’ll be bothering me.” Novak snorted. “Anything that’s not a vodka bottle bothers me. But I’d rather be bothered than dead!” he flashed the boy a bit of a smile and waved him off. The boar smiled as he saw him go. Whatever else could be said, it was nice to know that the rank and file weren’t all glory hounds and prancing tournament chasers the way so many young members of the orders were these days.\n\n\tUnfortunately, now he had a new little pearl of worry to add to his brain. As if this trip hadn’t wearied him enough.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tHarper.\n\n\tThe name was rolling around in the girls head. It hovered there as she sat in the tub. A massive ornate slab of black marble carved out into a multi-jet spa with gilded fittings and a dedicated printer producing all manner of concoctions out into small crystal bowls.\n\n\tIt was her name now. As far as the water deer was concerned it ‘always’ had been. There was no ‘her’ before the case. Just an ‘it’. A blank. Raw material flooded with sensory data to keep her brain horny and confused while all the unneeded parts were stripped away.\n\n\tThat idea was, in and of itself, really hot. Some small spark of something in the back of Harpers mind told her that she should wonder about that. It felt like that shouldn’t be something she found hot. But that fact only made it even hotter. So did coming to with the pretty chipmunk girl’s shoe on her face. So did sitting here in the hot bath, looking at the maid woman diligently lathering up some sudsy concoction while eyeing the deer girl with annoyance and contempt.\n\n\t“I don’t know if you’re lucky or not.” The woman finally muttered as she started to press her paws into Harper’s headfur. The scent was strange. Honey? Strawberries? Fresh cream? Harper knew these things even if she didn’t know how. They smelled nice, though. Nice enough that she was almost able to ignore it as the squirrel roughly forced the concoction into the knot-filled mop of headfur.\n\n\tNormally a toy lie you would just be another maid in Mistress’ quarters. Or you’d be sent off to… something. God only knows what. But some place she would feel you’d be happy. But it seems that our owner has other plans in mind with you. Some flight of fancy about Lady Runa yet again. As if that broken recording would ever stop playing.”\n\n\t“Who’s Lady Runa?” Harper was a bit shocked at her own voice. The sibilant S chewed though the word. It was her teeth. Her fangs. It made the sound hard. Made her sound like some dorky loser. A nerdy stereotype from some daytime teen drama holo. Instantly the doe shrank down further into the water as wonderful waves of shame passed though her body. Her soft tawny brown fur glistened with rivets of water while she clutched her squirming palms together and smashed them between her thighs. God but she felt like such a… such a…\n\n\tA Loser.\n\n\t“My Stars.” Natty muttered “You’re going to be a chore in and of yourself, aren’t you?” Natty muttered dejectedly. She didn’t give Harper a chance to answer. The skilled maid’s fingers rubbed roughly into her headfur until it was a nice big ball of froth and lather. Then, without warning, she gripped the girl by her shoulders and slammed her down under the warm water. \n\n\tA puddle of conditioner welled up and though the confused girls hair while the faux baptism deprived her of air. There was no way to tell how long she was down there or how hard she struggled. But by the time the squirrel finally let her up Harper was gasping for breath, and bushing.\n\n\t“Gahh, will you calm down and relax?” Natty muttered “If Mistress ‘must’ keep you around then we can at least make you somewhat presentable!” The annoyance didn’t abate. Not when Natty began to work other conditioners in. Carefully judging any problem patches of fur before printing and applying just the right concoction. Manhandling and moving the newly awakened deer around like some doll.\n\n\tThis also made Harper feel little pangs of masochistic glee. Deeply ingrained feelings from the back of her brain both yearning for this rough treatment and hating it at the same time. The end result a twisted little feedback loop she knew to be broken, but craved even more as she finally got to feel it in the flesh.\n\n\t“So if Mistress is gonna keep me, what’s she want me for?” Harper finally asked. She didn’t put up a struggle as natty started working something over the tips of her headfur. She was too busy dealing with the feeling of the maid squirrels eyes on her body and hands roughly grooming her.\n\n\tThe fact that Harper called her Mistress seemed to annoy Natty even more. Or maybe it was just the speech impediment. Harper curled in on herself a bit as she felt herself wondering which was worse.\n\n\t“To be blunt, our Lady needs a practice dummy.” Natty sighed. “She’s on some flight of fancy. She wants something she can hurt, abuse, degrade, torment. All that sort of thing. Something to help her prove to her crush that she is good wife material. I expect if they kept any of the old you in tact that you might be able to make some educated guesses on the details there.”\n\n\t“But they didn’t.” Harper said. Only barely aware that she was practically drooling with the declaration.\n\n\t“Quite.” Natty sighed “So for now you’re just going to do as you are told, and we’ll see how the young Miss decides to deal with you. All you have to do is try not to mess up too badly. Think you can do that?”\n\n\tHarper shook her head no almost instantly. The gesture only stopped when Natty grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her up enough to spank her. The wet rump fur rendered the slap almost inert. But the sound was at least comical.\n\n\tThe maid didn’t interact with the deer girl after this. At least, not in any way one would a person. She finished washing Harper, paying careful if rough attention to the girls flattish chest and rather over-active nethers. She then pulled her out of the bath and dragged her to a small dressing area with a rack of exquisite towels and one large sliding door all made of genuine grown hard wood.\n\n\tHarper was quickly toweled off and made to stand in front of a mirror. During the bath it seemed that some clothing had been printed, and Natty was quick to pull the sliding door up and remove the finished product in a nice, neat pile.\n\n\t“Do you at least know how to dress yourself?” Natty muttered as she pushed the clothing into Harper’s chest\n\n\tThe girl nodded dumbly and bit her lip awkwardly with her smaller teeth, the whole thing looking goofy with the presence of her fangs.\n\n\tThe outfit was simple enough. A pair of panties with some cartoon fairies Harper didn't recognize done up in teals and pinks. Denim suspender shorts and white socks with a set of sneakers. Plus a simple tee shirt not too unlike the one her Mistress had been wearing when the box was open, though with different fairy characters.\n\n\tThere was also a set of rimless square glasses. The girl instinctively set those aside for later and instead began to pull the rest of it on. First socks, then panties, stopping to make sure that she gave them a small extra tug In the rump. Uncomfortably mis-aligning the tail hole. After that came the shirt and finally suspenders. The whole thing felt… basic. Even blank as she was Harper knew these were more ‘normal’ cloths. More akin to what actual people would wear at school than something a slave should have on.\n\n\tIt seemed Natty had guessed at those feelings. The squirrel put a paw on her shoulder and shook her head. “Mistress will collar you herself a bit later. For now she wants her new doll ready and presentable. I’m sure even you can figure that one out, right?”\n\n\t“Yes Miss.” Harper lisped. Only now was she aware of how fast her heart was beating. How her toes curled and her tail waggled. She wanted, needed Mistress to approve. She hoped against hope that her owner would find this look pleasing. That she’d enjoy the cloths she’d chosen for her doll. She also kind of hoped that she’d call Harper a dork and step on her face again.\n\n\tHarper remained lost in those thoughts even as she looked up once more. She watched as Natty started walking out of the room. Harper followed along eagerly, loping and stumbling. Her knees knocking a bit as she tried to anticipate what may become of this dumb loser dolly dweeb.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Birthright Chapter 4: Life
By TerraMGP

\tFew things really upset Novak anymore. Sure he was gruff. Standoffish, even. It was simply a reality of war. The fact that the younger generation of knights were able to fashion themselves as high minded exemplars of great ideals or pure paladins acting in the name of God was oddly an assurance of that fact. They had never known war. Not real war. Not the hell of seditionists terrorizing small settlements on fringe worlds. Not wallowing in the mud beside grunts and mercenaries with a jammed coil rifle hoping against hope that the debris could be cleared before the next counterattack.

\tThe old man’s graying brown bristles were a patchwork of scars which could not be fixed. At least, not without extensive time in a medical pod under the guidance of very skilled doctors. He could afford such things, naturally. His house was one of the oldest. He’d fought beside King Bran in Tau Ceti’s orbit. Spent his days as a rough rider cavalry under Ser Collins. The old pig didn’t regret his scars, nor was he overly proud of them. He served his God, his King and his countrymen. And in doing so he had made fur kind a tiny bit better.

\tWhich was why he had to wonder about this mission. It was a mix of uneventful and prestigious that most of the younger breed would have jumped at. A feather in ones cap without the chance of real war. That much was evident in the spear he’d been given.

\tWith Joan it was obvious. The overly eager frog girl was a thorn in the side of the orthodox among the knighthood. New money. New title. She’d grown up among the second estate. No real legacy to speak of. For her this whole thing almost felt like some kind of mercy being handed down. Sit in a cruise ship, don’t touch anything and gain her spurs. Based on the reports of her past actions Boris wasn’t quite sure if he should be offended by that or grateful. But he’d be sure to get some measure out of her before this whole thing was out. Even if it was a personal duel while the Princess fulfilled her duties.

\tKorrin was a different matter. She’d been with him for years now. Squire to one of his students who ended up attached to his cohort more often than not after the slippery feline decided to focus on politicking. She was skilled. He’d seen the sparrow perform admirably in combat more times than many seasoned knights far her senior in years. In armor, in a mech or even just on foot, she had always impressed him. But then there was that attitude.

\tThese were the thoughts that insisted on stirring around in the old man’s mind as he sat there. His shoulders drooped and the well used uniform hanging heavy on his shoulders. He was feeling his age. Sitting there in the ready room behind the briefing podium. For the thousandth time he wondered if he should take up his wife’s advice to get a proper rejuv treatment instead of simply settling for whatever cocktail of chemicals the doctors said would keep him functioning like back in his prime.

\tDoesn’t really matter, does it?” he laughed. The old man pulled a locket from around his neck and popped it open. Holographic images of his wife and children. Old ones. He’d stored so many pictures and videos in that little keepsake by now it was hard to dig though for anything in particular he may want. Not that the locket itself was special, he’d gone though dozens in his day at least. But for him it always helped to remember what he was fighting for.

\t“What are you fighting for, old man?” He finally mused to himself. He knew the answer. It was the same answer any knight would give. Or rather, it was the same answer he hoped any knight would give.

\tSlamming the small projector locket shut, Boris Novak finally pulled himself up to his full hunched height and gestured towards the ready room door. A sharply dressed stoat in a uniform for the Queen Grace strolled in. the black stripe in his otherwise ornate shoulder bands indicating he was ship security.

\t“Sorry about that.” the old boar shrugged.

\t“No need to be sorry.” The stoat snickered. His voice smooth as a razor over silk. “As I informed you in my communiqué, this is likely nothing. However…”

\t“However…” Boris continued “I’m guessing it’s bugging you enough that you feel the need to step over the chain of command to tell me.”

\tThe stoat smiled and nodded softly. “I was in the military, M’lord. Not a knight, obviously. But before my time here I was stationed on a navy ship. Normally I wouldn’t do anything like this. But since we have an actual knight aboard, I felt that I may as well be safe rather than sorry.”

\tNovak shook his head and smiled. “I’m not anything special, boy. Just an old soldier with some fancy hunks of metal to show off.” The way the boy looked at him, Novak wondered if his words came off more as false modesty than they were intended. It didn’t seem to shake him, though, and so he waved for the stoat to continue.

\t“Well, M’lord, I was a bit worried about the zenith of our route. The passage between our own space and Yggdrasil’s. There have been some reports of suspicious ships in the area in the past few months. Nothing this month, obviously. Otherwise we’d likely have changed our planned route. But I can’t help but shake the feeling it might be someone prowling or patrolling while looking for prey.”

\t“And you think that this ostentatious lady here is going to  be too good for them to pass up?” Novak snickered

\t“In so many words, yes.” The stoat nodded back.

\tThe old boar looked the younger man over. Scratching his chin softly for a few moments before giving a small nod. “What did you say your name was, again?”

\t“Taylor, sir. Security steward Taylor” The boy said sharply.

\t“No no, your first name.” Novak grunted.

\t“Oh, uh… Jiles… sir.” The young man responded. This time clearly taken aback.

\t“Right, Jiles. I appreciate the concern. Especially since I’m sure you realize that the knights here mean something more than just a standard flight though the stars. But I can tell you right now that my spear is here only as a formality. If there really is any sort of problem, I’m sure your Captain will take it seriously. But I’ve fought enough Drassi mercs to know how their forces operate. And considering how well things are going for both of our corporations right now, I can also tell you that any raiders who may pop up are likely to face a spear tip of Helblades before this tub’s defenses can even crack. You ever see what those things can do, Jiles?”

\tThe Stoat deflated a bit at that. He didn’t even have to say it. The fact that the Drassi considered massive capital class beam weapons mounted to engines and a power plant to be an acceptable ‘frigate’ said all anyone needed to know on how the trumped up Vikings thought. But on the plus side, it would likely be quite a sight when not on the receiving end of it.

\t“Listen, I appreciate your dedication. The chain of command isn’t there to take away individual initiative no matter how much some officers may wish it was that way. If you do see something serious, and you feel your captain isn’t listening then you have my permission to contact me. But only if you promise to relax.”

\t“Are you sure, M’lord?” Jiles blinked “I won’t be bothering you?”

\t“You’ll be bothering me.” Novak snorted. “Anything that’s not a vodka bottle bothers me. But I’d rather be bothered than dead!” he flashed the boy a bit of a smile and waved him off. The boar smiled as he saw him go. Whatever else could be said, it was nice to know that the rank and file weren’t all glory hounds and prancing tournament chasers the way so many young members of the orders were these days.

\tUnfortunately, now he had a new little pearl of worry to add to his brain. As if this trip hadn’t wearied him enough.

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\tHarper.

\tThe name was rolling around in the girls head. It hovered there as she sat in the tub. A massive ornate slab of black marble carved out into a multi-jet spa with gilded fittings and a dedicated printer producing all manner of concoctions out into small crystal bowls.

\tIt was her name now. As far as the water deer was concerned it ‘always’ had been. There was no ‘her’ before the case. Just an ‘it’. A blank. Raw material flooded with sensory data to keep her brain horny and confused while all the unneeded parts were stripped away.

\tThat idea was, in and of itself, really hot. Some small spark of something in the back of Harpers mind told her that she should wonder about that. It felt like that shouldn’t be something she found hot. But that fact only made it even hotter. So did coming to with the pretty chipmunk girl’s shoe on her face. So did sitting here in the hot bath, looking at the maid woman diligently lathering up some sudsy concoction while eyeing the deer girl with annoyance and contempt.

\t“I don’t know if you’re lucky or not.” The woman finally muttered as she started to press her paws into Harper’s headfur. The scent was strange. Honey? Strawberries? Fresh cream? Harper knew these things even if she didn’t know how. They smelled nice, though. Nice enough that she was almost able to ignore it as the squirrel roughly forced the concoction into the knot-filled mop of headfur.

\tNormally a toy lie you would just be another maid in Mistress’ quarters. Or you’d be sent off to… something. God only knows what. But some place she would feel you’d be happy. But it seems that our owner has other plans in mind with you. Some flight of fancy about Lady Runa yet again. As if that broken recording would ever stop playing.”

\t“Who’s Lady Runa?” Harper was a bit shocked at her own voice. The sibilant S chewed though the word. It was her teeth. Her fangs. It made the sound hard. Made her sound like some dorky loser. A nerdy stereotype from some daytime teen drama holo. Instantly the doe shrank down further into the water as wonderful waves of shame passed though her body. Her soft tawny brown fur glistened with rivets of water while she clutched her squirming palms together and smashed them between her thighs. God but she felt like such a… such a…

\tA Loser.

\t“My Stars.” Natty muttered “You’re going to be a chore in and of yourself, aren’t you?” Natty muttered dejectedly. She didn’t give Harper a chance to answer. The skilled maid’s fingers rubbed roughly into her headfur until it was a nice big ball of froth and lather. Then, without warning, she gripped the girl by her shoulders and slammed her down under the warm water.

\tA puddle of conditioner welled up and though the confused girls hair while the faux baptism deprived her of air. There was no way to tell how long she was down there or how hard she struggled. But by the time the squirrel finally let her up Harper was gasping for breath, and bushing.

\t“Gahh, will you calm down and relax?” Natty muttered “If Mistress ‘must’ keep you around then we can at least make you somewhat presentable!” The annoyance didn’t abate. Not when Natty began to work other conditioners in. Carefully judging any problem patches of fur before printing and applying just the right concoction. Manhandling and moving the newly awakened deer around like some doll.

\tThis also made Harper feel little pangs of masochistic glee. Deeply ingrained feelings from the back of her brain both yearning for this rough treatment and hating it at the same time. The end result a twisted little feedback loop she knew to be broken, but craved even more as she finally got to feel it in the flesh.

\t“So if Mistress is gonna keep me, what’s she want me for?” Harper finally asked. She didn’t put up a struggle as natty started working something over the tips of her headfur. She was too busy dealing with the feeling of the maid squirrels eyes on her body and hands roughly grooming her.

\tThe fact that Harper called her Mistress seemed to annoy Natty even more. Or maybe it was just the speech impediment. Harper curled in on herself a bit as she felt herself wondering which was worse.

\t“To be blunt, our Lady needs a practice dummy.” Natty sighed. “She’s on some flight of fancy. She wants something she can hurt, abuse, degrade, torment. All that sort of thing. Something to help her prove to her crush that she is good wife material. I expect if they kept any of the old you in tact that you might be able to make some educated guesses on the details there.”

\t“But they didn’t.” Harper said. Only barely aware that she was practically drooling with the declaration.

\t“Quite.” Natty sighed “So for now you’re just going to do as you are told, and we’ll see how the young Miss decides to deal with you. All you have to do is try not to mess up too badly. Think you can do that?”

\tHarper shook her head no almost instantly. The gesture only stopped when Natty grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her up enough to spank her. The wet rump fur rendered the slap almost inert. But the sound was at least comical.

\tThe maid didn’t interact with the deer girl after this. At least, not in any way one would a person. She finished washing Harper, paying careful if rough attention to the girls flattish chest and rather over-active nethers. She then pulled her out of the bath and dragged her to a small dressing area with a rack of exquisite towels and one large sliding door all made of genuine grown hard wood.

\tHarper was quickly toweled off and made to stand in front of a mirror. During the bath it seemed that some clothing had been printed, and Natty was quick to pull the sliding door up and remove the finished product in a nice, neat pile.

\t“Do you at least know how to dress yourself?” Natty muttered as she pushed the clothing into Harper’s chest

\tThe girl nodded dumbly and bit her lip awkwardly with her smaller teeth, the whole thing looking goofy with the presence of her fangs.

\tThe outfit was simple enough. A pair of panties with some cartoon fairies Harper didn't recognize done up in teals and pinks. Denim suspender shorts and white socks with a set of sneakers. Plus a simple tee shirt not too unlike the one her Mistress had been wearing when the box was open, though with different fairy characters.

\tThere was also a set of rimless square glasses. The girl instinctively set those aside for later and instead began to pull the rest of it on. First socks, then panties, stopping to make sure that she gave them a small extra tug In the rump. Uncomfortably mis-aligning the tail hole. After that came the shirt and finally suspenders. The whole thing felt… basic. Even blank as she was Harper knew these were more ‘normal’ cloths. More akin to what actual people would wear at school than something a slave should have on.

\tIt seemed Natty had guessed at those feelings. The squirrel put a paw on her shoulder and shook her head. “Mistress will collar you herself a bit later. For now she wants her new doll ready and presentable. I’m sure even you can figure that one out, right?”

\t“Yes Miss.” Harper lisped. Only now was she aware of how fast her heart was beating. How her toes curled and her tail waggled. She wanted, needed Mistress to approve. She hoped against hope that her owner would find this look pleasing. That she’d enjoy the cloths she’d chosen for her doll. She also kind of hoped that she’d call Harper a dork and step on her face again.

\tHarper remained lost in those thoughts even as she looked up once more. She watched as Natty started walking out of the room. Harper followed along eagerly, loping and stumbling. Her knees knocking a bit as she tried to anticipate what may become of this dumb loser dolly dweeb.

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