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Spoilers: It's still better than the dorm", "writing": "Collared Chapter 5: Our House\nBy TerraMGP\n\nMy Room:\n\n10 foot by 10 foot. Sufficient for holding my things. \nSimple push lock is easily subverted, \nmay need secondary locking mechanism. \nEasy access to roof. \nUnsure of heating/cooling options.\n\n\tEverything was moved in. There wasn’t much to move. Gretchen had left most of her things back with her parents for obvious reasons and at least for now she had no reason to worry they may toss it all out. Everything was going well, as far as they knew. No distractions. Nothing but their little girl and a clear path to the same academic heights that the elder Bergfelds had reached many years ago.\n\n\tThey didn’t need to know about the posters. About the Nidonido body pillow. About the build-a-plush toy that her Mistress had taken her to get at the mall. They named her maso. She was a Nidorina. It was sweet.\n\n\tThey also didn’t need to know about Gretchen using some of her money earned over the summer to help cover rent while working though this stupid pro-rated refund thing for the dorm. If they knew, they might try to ‘help‘. She didn’t need help. She’d already asked for too much just to get away from that bubbly ex dormmate of hers. God only knew what she’d owe these new roommates in return. But at the very least they seemed willing to keep to themselves. Plus Justin was her Mistress’ Master. Making him her Master. Technically. So he should be allowed and indeed expected to ask whatever he wants.\n\n\t“Not that he has.” She felt as if she should be more frustrated with that fact. A good slave submits after all. Was he just too busy? Was he trying to be a gentleman? The latter caused her to chuckle a bit. Gretchen had gotten to know her Mistress very well in the few months they’d known each other. ‘Master’ Justin on the other hand seemed like a big doof who lucked out knowing Mistress from early on. Some dark, guilty little part of her mind just wrote it off as high school sweethearts who wouldn’t make it a year. Then she could have Hui all to herself.\n\n\tIt was a vindictive thought, though. Way more than she had any right to feel. He had helped her get out from a dorm that was crushing her. The least the mole could do was give the man a chance. Besides, he ‘was’ going for a real degree at least. If there was anything Gretchen’s father had managed to impart on her it was to respect the STEM fields.\n\n\tHer room was small. A bit smaller than the other bedrooms as far as she could tell. This was partially due to it being on a corner. Previously it had been used as some kind of office space. Or really storage space since the others all had laptops and the whole house was one big office. Two walls were window. One looking out at a dead patch of earth which served as back yard to both their rented home and the one at the other side of the block with no clear dividing line in between. The other looked over a parking lot for a factory, or warehouse. Some kind of place where people pulled up and parked for a full shift then went home.\n\n\tIt was a bit of a worry thinking someone may look in on her. From her vantage she could see the goat boy Ozzy out in the empty parking lot grinding on the cement barricade sectioning off a truck loading well. Gretchen blushed a bit imagining him looking up while she was ‘chatting’ with her Mistress. Or the absolute horrible shame she’d feel should Justin decide to come in, pull up her hoodie and push those awkward lumps of babyfat she called tits up against the glass. Make her feel nice and exposed in her own bedroom.\n\n\tGretchen’s bed was a wide twin. About the biggest thing she could hope to fit in this place. The first thing she’d done when moving in was shove it against the wall, and now she was quick to make use of that cold surface. She pulled her top up and tugged down on her bra until her breasts spilled out. Her digger-claws gripped into the sensitive flesh while she pushed her nipples up against the cool drywall, trying to imagine it was the glass. It would be hot. Her ugly little body exposed like some filthy NEET degenerate. A pair of paws on her chest. \n\n\tThe paws belonged to Hui, naturally. To her Mistress. To the girl she loved and adored more than the sun and the moon. But once in a while they drifted to be Justin’s. Usually when the tips of her diggers pushed a bit too hard on the breast flesh. He was a boy, after all. Surely he’d be a bit rougher. A bit more physically cruel. A bit more ready to rape her body instead of just her mind.\n\n\tLoud thuds and shouting shattered the fantasy. The sound of trucks moving in to the loading dock and people doing whatever people did when unloading a semi.\n\n\tThe mole sighed and rolled herself on to her back. This was still far better than the dorm, but it would still take some getting used to.\n\nLiving Room:\n\nSimple space occupying one quarter of ground floor\nCommunal area with couches, TV and video games\nCouch is more comfy than my bed.\n\n\tCalculus was like cabbage. No matter how much you needed what it provided nobody ever wanted it. Somehow that analogy had really stuck in Gretchen’s mind. To the point where now every time she did calc work she could swear she smelled sauerkraut.\n\n\tShe’d come down to the living room that morning to get work done and rest her back. It was a simple decision. Her bed sucked, her back hurt, and she wanted to have homework done so she could get back to working on things for Mistress. \n\n\tThat was six hours ago. It took two to finish her assignment, save for a few little odds and ends. Then four hours of unplanned nap. She had woken eventually, though. Waking up to loud Jpop music flooding the living room and the sound of feet stomping on the floor. Waking up to an eye full of otter butt in cigarette jeans twisting and swaying with rudder tail hammering on the floor with each sweep.\n\n\tIt wasn’t a bad way to wake up. Gretchen had to admit that. Whatever complaints she may have had, that cute rump waving around in skinny jeans to a song she almost recognized was a tantalizing sight.\n\n\tShe kept her eyes mostly closed. The mole didn’t dare move. Her body simply drew in and out deep, slow breaths while she watched the show. She hoped that ‘Master’ was too preoccupied to look back and catch any blush she might be sporting. Not that he earned that blush. If anything she’d just tell him she was dreaming about Mistress. Which she should be, if the damn dance game music wasn’t so loud.\n\n\tEvery once in a while the otter body would move just out fro between her and the TV, and Gretchen would catch sight of ‘Joker’. Not the comic character. The nameless protagonist from Hui’s favorite game. It was the character Hui had the biggest crush on, the one she made Master Justin dress up as sometimes. Except he was the protagonist of a JRPG. And this was pretty clearly a dancing game. Or maybe a dancing minigame. She’d have to try and remember to ask.\n\n\tLater. Much later.\n\n\t“Phew. Goddamn it that’s a work out.” Justin winced as the song ended. The peeping mole did her best to keep her cracked eye on that rump until he managed to make his way back to the couch and flop down. He tagged in Ozzy. The goat boy who was their roommate hauled himself up off of the couch without the controller in hand. Once again a cute butt fell into view and left Gretchen squirming just a bit while she watched the other boy shake himself to get loosened up.\n\n\t“Ok Akechi, you’re up” Justin snickered\n\n\t“I don’t even know who that is.” Ozzy grumbled back. “I haven’t played the damn game yet.”\n\n\t“Don’t worry. There aren’t exactly any real spoilers in this. I mean other than characters existing. You wanna try the same song I did?”\n\n\tOzzy looked back with his hands shoved into the deep pockets of those bondage pants. Admittedly it made the bishonen goat a bit harder to oggle for the supposedly sleeping Mole. But not that much. “Why don’t you surprise me.” Ozzy snickered\n\n\t“Ohh, confidence. Sexy.” Justin teased. Another song went on and instantly Ozzy began to rock and shake his body around. He was far more animated than the otter, which made sense considering all the time he spent skating and the fact that he just seemed a bit more physically fit.\n\n\tIt was an odd distinction to make. The line between ‘bishonen’ and ‘femmy’ was a thin one. Ozzy looked more like all the fan art of Azriel Dreemurr from Undertale while Justin seemed like a slightly more masculine and taller Rimaru from ‘reincarnated as a slime’. The difference between a fit, tight skater build on the former and the high metabolism computer jockey of the latter. Both of them scratched an itch. Or rather they caused an itch. One that the lump of mole let fester while she watched the black furred boy prance and twist about. \n\n\t“And that’s game.” Ozzy finally snickered. “I’d say I won that one pretty soundly.\n\n\tJustin scooted to one end of the couch the two boys were now using and snickered back, slugging the goat boy in the arm gently. “Yeah I guess so. Though it was a different song now that I think about it. Maybe we should wake sleeping beauty up and let her ref.”\n\n\tThere was an odd teasing note in Justin’s voice. One Gretchen didn’t like one little bit. She let her eye slam fully shut and just listened to the bromantic flirting of the two boys. All the while she let her imagination wander, some cute ideas drifting around that she could store for later use.\n\nOzzy’s Room:\n\nReeks of cannabis\nLooks mostly clean from the few times I’ve glanced in\nSeems to have his own TV and mini fridge which means he probably never has to leave\n\nDining Room:\n\nOccupies roughly 1/4th of the downstairs area\nOld dining table and chairs, rarely used.\nApparently ‘perfect for D&D sessions’\n\n\t“Hey, Willa! Package for you!”\n\n\tGretchen waited for the telltale thud on the floor. Willa was busy. Unlike the rest of them, she wasn’t really doing school right now. She was working. Full time. For herself. It was impressive in its own way. It would be more impressive if it were something useful.\n\n\tShe walked into the dining room and set the box down on the old table. It was well worn but actually carved rather nicely. An oak leaf pattern carved into the molding under the table, and some elaborate fretwork on the ends. All hand done from the looks of it. Not to mention the chairs all matched.\n\n\tIt was a wonder that nobody had stolen the thing given how many tenants must come in and out of this little budget home. That was, naturally, assuming the current landlord even knew what they had.\n\n\t“Eh, not everyone can be like Father.” Gretchen muttered to herself. She set the box down on the table, turned away a moment, then turned back as a small smile crossed her face. “Hey, Willa! Want me to sort these for you?” she called out.\n\n\tAnother thud. Gretchen’s smile grew. She sat herself down and started to tear at the tape on the box with one of her claws. Soon the whole thing had been busted open, revealing a tangled mess of baggies filled with crystals of various cuts and qualities.\n\n\tIt was all junk. Mostly D and C grade. Anything clear enough or big enough to be at all valuable would probably just be an oversight from a company selling waste product after making paizobuzzers and selling product out to counterfeit watch makers. \n\n\tAnd so the process started. A nice orderly grid on the table. Quartz, Jade, Tiger Eye, Obsidian, even things like topaz and amethyst. Some of it was rested in cheap sterling silver settings. Many smoky ones glued in cheap rings or other fittings meant to be riveted to equally cheap leather.\n\n\tGretchen took up a bit of Moonstone. Her Birthstone. Well, one of them. Mistress had already laid claim to Alexandrite. Probably more fitting all things considered. Purple was the Red Panda’s color after all. This moonstone, though. The She held it though the baggie, careful to ensure her claws didn’t dig though. The mole girl tweaked and twisted her thick coke bottle lenses. Even without a loop she could see flaws in the dull blue fire at the heart of the otherwise clear gem. It was pleasingly round and even. The imperfections minor and probably the kind of thing that would go easily unnoticed.\n\n\tShe set the crystal aside. She could just imagine what Willa might say about it. That it was too big. That it looked synthetic. Probably something about Auras and star-signs and how it wouldn’t cure the mumps or whatever the hell these things were supposed to do.\n\n\tThat was the worst part for Gretchen. That was the part she could do without. Selling these as cheap jewelry as some kind of dropshipper was one thing. But the witchy woman upstairs was selling them and perhaps even using them in some kind of religious business. Shipping them off with little craft store bottles full of herbal remedies and essential oils. Probably some colloidal silver in the mix just to really ramp up the fantasy.\n\n\tIt felt disgusting. There was no other word for it. Even without knowing all of the details this sorting all felt a bit like helping someone injure others. True the ‘others’ thought that pretty rocks would fix cancer or some such. The more jaded and horrible part of her mind told Gretchen that was no big loss to society.\n\n\tThen she smiled. At least they could do some good before then. Looking down at the spread on the table Gretchen took in the nice ordered array of cheap crystals. Everything neat as a pin, or as neat as she could hope to make it without a proper straight edge to help. Things were ordered from the occasional A grade which slipped though all the way down to the abundant D grades. The latter being bigger and possibly being more what Willa’s clients wanted. After all, more crystal may mean more healing. Who the hell knew?\n\n\tShe paused for a moment more as surveyed her work. The neat, tidy, almost creepily symmetrical work she’d managed. The mole then sighed and plucked two more baggies out of the mix. One, a small bar of Lapis Lazuli about an inch square in each direction. The other a clearly artificial but still lovely alexandrite. She set the two next to her moonstone and sighed. Three things to buy from Willa. Three gems that may find a home as something other than placibos. The possible making of a couple gifts.\n\n\t“Well.” The mole muttered to herself. “At least they weren’t from any of the big batches.\n\nKitchen:\n\nFittings and appliances appear to be from 60s or 70s\nCabinates are cheap and largely broken\nNote to get self bottled water and avoid sink.\n\n\tNothing. The ktichen was as bare as could be. A value tub of goldfish crackers, a half eaten box of generic cereal and some vanilla breakfast drink mix. The last two weren’t even worth anything without milk. Not that Gretchen had any interest in opening the fridge again. Last time the only things in there were cans of pop and a moldy cheesecake sampler. True, someone had probably thrown that thing out by now. But she wasn’t about to risk checking.\n\n\t“Lunch time, Little one.” Justin’s smarmy smirk oozed in his tone. The otter sauntered his way into the kitchen, heavy leather coat hung off of a finger which draped it down his back while his free paw spun his keys on the end of a digit.\n\n\t“Will you stop that.” Gretchen snapped. The blushing mole winced and slammed the cupboard shut. “We can’t have lunch. We don’t have anything to make.”\n\n\tThe comment drew a confused, blank stare from the otter. He gazed at her for a long moment then shrugged “Make? I was going out to grab everyone taco bell.”\n\n\tGretchen grumbled and dusted her claws against her nose again, gazing firmly at the otter boy. “Fast food again? Shouldn’t we have something in here we can at least cook?”\n\n\t“Wait, you know how to cook?” Justin blinked\n\n\t“Well… no.” The mole’s shoulders slumped. She let herself lean heavily on the counter and gazed down at the worn old linoleum tile floor. “But there are four adults in this house. One of us should be able to, right?”\n\n\t“I can make sandwiches.” Justin shrugged “And I think Ozzy picked up some stuff back in Cali. He told me he had a lot of fist generation Mexican American friends.”\n\n\tThe comment actually drew a snort from Gretchen. “And he’s willing to eat Taco bell?” She giggled\n\n\t“He’s a cali boy. Where do you think that place is even from? Besides, if there was a ‘Pasty Bell’ I’d eat it. I don’t think either of us has time to be that picky.”\n\n\t“Some of us more than others.” the words slipped from the girl’s muzzle before she even realized what they were. It was true, naturally. Especially considering who she was talking to. But Justin was also technically her owner. Her superior. Gretchen winced and offered her face up just a bit for a slap. It never came. In truth the otter boy didn’t even seem to notice. Instead just grabbing a can of vanilla coke out of the fridge.\n\n\tHe tossed one to Gretchen. It took everything she had to close her hands in and use them along with her boobs just to keep the thing from falling and busting open all over the floor. She took a couple steps back to let Justin pass by her. He bound down the small set of stairs leading to the back door, the ones which turned off to the right from that door as a small landing into the basement. “Come on, I think you could stand to get out of the house a bit. Plus if you’re trying to roundabout ask for us to get some snack food, I’mma need to know what it is you like. So you’re coming in to the Meijer with me.”\n\n\tIt wasn’t at all what she meant. Still, Gretchen stopped herself from arguing and simply popped the top on her pop as she followed him along. Some day she really needed to ask Mistress Hui how she could fall for a man so thick he didn’t even know when he was being insulted.\n\n\nBasement:\n\nSimple stone wall basement\nTypical of older Michigan designs\nUsed for Hobby and musical purposes\nMy Carbon Monoxide check was negative\n\n\tThey had a smart TV. Gretchen didn‘t know why this house had a smart TV. Master Justin sure as hell couldn‘t afford it. Ozzy had come here from the other side of the nation and to hear him tell it most of his belongings were in storage back in Cali. And Willa… well that simply didn‘t seem like something Willa would do.\n\n\tIt was a nice surprise. At least nice once Gretchen had made herself simply accept the reality. The four roommates split the fees on the internet like anything else, and all paid in partially for the various streaming services they had access to. Which turned out to be quite a bit. At present she was watching the UK version of ‘Grand Designs‘. Her eyes drifting now and then between a set of houses built by twins to mostly mirror each other and a rather boring book on her computer trying to explain some very basic principals of thermodynamics. It was tempting to simply skip the section entirely. \n\n\tAfter all it was such a basic set of ideas even Justin seemed to fully understand them. But it gave her an excuse to lounge on the couch instead of her own bed and enjoy some TV that wasn‘t blaring in her face. Just a nice quiet afternoon to relax and recollect herself.\n\n\t“Mister Crowley!” The yelled out words broke and were soon followed by a loud hammering of notes. The guitar line sliced its way up from the basement though the old floorboards with no mercy or consideration for the previous quiet.\n\n\tThe shock had been enough to startle Gretchen off of the couch. Her chubby rump thudded hard on the floor and she scrambled to make sure her laptop would neither fall off of her crumpled body or get any liquid on it.\n\n\tOnce her belongings were secure the mole began to stomp her way though the house and down into the dank recesses of their small Michigan basement. Her paws clapped over her ears at some point in a desperate bid to keep out the growing thrum of the notes and the silken growl of the boy singing.\n\n\tSure enough, the culprit was easy to find. Ozzy stood there in the tiny stone room which constituted the only ‘free’ portion of the basement, surrounded by amps and speakers that would have been enough to play for a tiny concert venue if they were arranged properly. A battered old Les Paul covered in airbrush and stickers was slung low over his shoulders. His dreadlocks slumped over his head as he nodded and bobbed along with the song while muttering in to a microphone, its cable made up more of electrical tape than anything else.\n\n\tThere was screaming. Gretchen was quite sure she was screaming at him to stop. She was also sure he couldn’t hear her. Hell, ‘she’ couldn’t really hear anything over the loud thrum of the song. It wasn’t until the ringing in her ears got louder and the words she tried to scream became almost ineligible that she realized Ozzy had stopped, the goat now looking up at her in utter confusion. His fingers fumbling to pull ear plugs free.\n\n\t“You ok, lady?” The goat muttered the old, obscure meme over the intrusive tinny hum of the old amps.\n\n\t“I said, would you turn it down, please.” Gretchen yelled again. She then quickly fell silent and took a half step back, whimpering “er, uh, Please… sorry. It’s really loud.”\n\n\tOzzy shrugged apologetically. The old guitar hung limply from its strap. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’m used to Justin being out of the house at this point. Forgot you were here too, now.”\n\n\t“Well, I am.” Gretchen’s tone felt far more whiny than aggressive, much to her own discomfort. She slumped back down on to one of the stairs and dug one of her clawed fingers into her ear just a bit, rolling it in the hopes of ending the ringing. She didn’t really notice the boy making his way over to her and leaning on the wall, his cut-up sleeveless shirt dangling off of his svelte frame.\n\n\tThere was little choice for her but to become one with her discomfort. Gretchen squirmed and fidgeted. Her mind raced and seethed as she tried to understand why the boy didn‘t grasp how uncomfortable someone being this close was. Did he think he was showing concern? She glanced up at him, seeing the confusion and worry on his face, then looked back down quickly. No. Gretchen knew he wasn‘t really concerned. It was just more stupid annoying social bullshit.\n\n\t“I think you’re E string is a bit too high.” The Mole finally offered\n\n\t“Yeah.” Ozzy nodded. “The ol’ girl has a fussy key. At this point I’m almost used to the little bit of tweak it gives to songs. Wait” he blinked “I thought you said you didn’t like music.”\n\n\tThe word ‘lied’ crept somewhere into Gretchen’s mumbled garble of non-words resembling a response. She rubbed her paws together and shuddered a bit. At some point she’d apparently even scooted back hard enough to send herself up a stair.\n\n\t“Oh come on.” Ozzy’s grin had returned to annoying life. “At least tell me what kind of music you dig. Maybe I know something.”\n\n\t“You probably don’t.” The mole’s response equal measures harsh and meek. \n\n\t“Well do you play at all?” Ozzy nodded towards the guitar and bass set down near the amps.\n\n\tGretchen held up a hand in response, showing off the reddish brown digging claws on her fingers.\n\n\t“So uh, is that a yes?” Ozzy blinked\n\n\t“Flute.” She grumbled. “Classical. Maybe with some Square Enix covers on the side.”\n\n\t“Cool.” Ozzy smirked “So you wanna come down and play some stuff for us some time?”\n\n\t“No.” The mole muttered. With that she grabbed hold of the banister and awkwardly began yanking herself back up the stairs, leaving the black furred bovine boy standing awkwardly alone.\n\n\t\nWilla’s Room:\n\nWe don’t go in there.\nI have never seen the door open.\nHope she’s ok.\n\n‘Master’s’ Room:\n\nPerpetually dirty\nSmells of ‘boy’, which I should find more offensive than I do\nI think he bought a better mattress-in-a-box\n\n\tIt shouldn’t have been a shock when Justin opened the door to his room. It was his room, after all. Gretchen knew that. But he just happened to come in right as she was digging out the last of the dirty clothes from under his bed. Her whole body jumping and her head hit the bottom of his mattress. She scrambled to pull her skirt down over her fat rump and hoped to hell he hadn’t gotten too good a look at her exposed panties. A thought that felt rather stupid, all things considered.\n\n\tAfter much cajoling and twisting the mole girl popped up and gave her best maid bow. “Good afternoon, Master.” She said in a trite sing-song.\n\n\t“So, uh, do I wanna know?” Justin blinked\n\n\tGretchen huffed hard at this. Her awkward blush spread though her downy cheek fur and her foot stomping hard on the ground. It took her a moment to regain her position, but not her composure. “Your slave wished to be a good maid for you and aid her busy owner by cleaning his room.” A partial lie. He wasn’t ‘that’ busy after all. Hell he only worked two days a week at his main job. How hard could part time possibly be?\n\n\tJustin made his way into the room. Gretchen watched his gaze carefully. Regardless of her feelings about him and how gross the room was she still had some small part of herself hopeful that he at least appreciated her efforts. Gone was the sea of band shirts and jeans which had formed a protective layer over the hard wood floor. The air was filled with food and vanilla scented fabreeze. Both cans were half empty so it wasn’t like she had picked the scent out on a whim. But it wasn’t bad once you got used to it.\n\n\tJustin ran a paw over his bed, made properly for the first time likely since he’d moved in. He looked at his ‘girl outfit’ now enshrined as it could be in the cheap wardrobe which came with the room. Along with the two or three items of clothing that were still somewhat clean.\n\n\t“I hope it’s to your liking, Sir.” Gretchen forced out.\n\n\tJustin finished his tour and turned to her, those big blue eyes full of bewilderment. “Did Hui tell you to do this?” he blinked.\n\n\t“No.” Gretchen huffed at the unappreciative question. “I simply wish to properly perform my duties.”\n\n\t“Really? Because I coulda gotten this done. I mean I appreciate it. I really do. But I know you have a lot of classes on your plate.”\n\n\tThe mole cast her gaze away and whimpered. He was, naturally, right. She was quite busy. But the dumb otter boy didn’t have to put it that way. She had expected ungrateful might be something she had to face. But an owner wasn’t supposed to be ‘worried’ about her. Not like that at any rate.\n\n\tShe bit back on whatever it was she felt and nodded. Her own garnet eyes locking on to his for a moment before being cast reverently to the floor. Well, as reverently as she could muster for ‘him’.\n\n\t“This girl is simply sorry she doesn’t have a proper maid outfit to wear when cleaning. I am unsure they make them in her size.”\n\n\t“What?” Justin blinked “Why wouldn’t they make them in your size? Though if you wanna do some maid stuff, we should probably talk to Hui. She already has your measurements after all. And I bet she’d find it cute.”\n\n\tGretchen blushed firmly at mention of her Mistress, nodding just a bit. “T-thank you, Sir. If you would enjoy seeing this one in some maid garb then I am sure you could talk to her about that.” There was no way she could bring it up to Hui herself. The idea of actually ‘asking’ for something seemed downright vulgar. She tried to wrap her head around what she’d even say while fiddling her claws together and clicking them nervously to drown out the worries in her own head.\n\n\tIf the boy noticed her distress he didn’t mention it. He offered little more than a soft pat on the head as he walked past her and flopped on the bed. It took him a few moments before he spoke again. Once more he disappointed the girl with the lack of firm detachment in his voice. “I didn’t realize I was doing that bad on clothes.” He sighed “I mean I guess I can at least wear some of the ones with grease stains to work a few more times before I gotta wash them.”\n\n\t“We should be doing your laundry regularly, Sir.” Gretchen interjected. By we, she meant him. They had no washer or drier and there was no Laundromat in walking distance But he had a car There was no excuse for going more than a week without cleaning this all.\n\n\t“We, you say?” Justin chuckled. “I take it that someone is hoping to come along with me next time I go down to visit my folks? Maybe stop by and see a certain pretty girl she’s been pining for?”\n\n\tContemptuous snark evaporated instantly. The mole nodded her head frantically to the request and gripped her paws together hard enough that it started to really hurt. “Well, I didn’t mean to presume that much Sir. I was just thinking the next time I went to the Laundromat…”\n\n\t“Sure you were.” The doubt was only too thick in Justin’s words. “Well, lucky for you I can’t afford that kind of shit.”\n\n\t“You can’t afford to get your clothes washed?” Gretchen’s voice nearly cracked as it peaked\n\n\t“Not at three bucks a load. I’m payin’ over two grand a semester for this degree, Same four hundred in rent you are, gas, insurance, plus I gotta save up. Western’s not cheap you know.”\n\n\tWMU was not cheap. But two thousand a semester was. For a moment Gretchen asked herself just how little he could be making if that were a worry. “Well, you could always cut back on eating out, Sir.” She offered as politely as she could.\n\n\t“You suddenly learn how to cook?” Justin’s wry smile drove daggers into her as Gretchen shook her head no.\n\n\t“Then it’s settled.” he nodded “Besides, it gives me an excuse to see my parents. And Hui. Just because mom and dad are gonna have a new kid to replace me soon doesn’t mean I can’t pop my head in and remind them I’m the firstborn, right?”\n\n\tIt was hard for Gretchen to tell if he was joking or not. She stopped to wonder about her own parents having another child. Especially at their age. Something told the mole that her mother lacked the energy to wean rambunctiousness out of a child a second time. Not to mention how that might affect their retirement.\n\n\tShe shook the thoughts away and turned her attention back to Justin. “So, uh, are you serious that you’d take me along so I could see her, then?” Gretchen’s hopes grew a bit as she realized he may not be teasing.\n\n\t“If you don’t mind the drive then sure. I know she’d adore seeing her lil dirt nose too” He snickered a bit and patted the floofy mess of Gretchen’s headfur. “Who knows, by the time we get down there, maybe she’ll even have your little maid uniform done.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 5: Our House
By TerraMGP

My Room:

10 foot by 10 foot. Sufficient for holding my things.
Simple push lock is easily subverted,
may need secondary locking mechanism.
Easy access to roof.
Unsure of heating/cooling options.

\tEverything was moved in. There wasn’t much to move. Gretchen had left most of her things back with her parents for obvious reasons and at least for now she had no reason to worry they may toss it all out. Everything was going well, as far as they knew. No distractions. Nothing but their little girl and a clear path to the same academic heights that the elder Bergfelds had reached many years ago.

\tThey didn’t need to know about the posters. About the Nidonido body pillow. About the build-a-plush toy that her Mistress had taken her to get at the mall. They named her maso. She was a Nidorina. It was sweet.

\tThey also didn’t need to know about Gretchen using some of her money earned over the summer to help cover rent while working though this stupid pro-rated refund thing for the dorm. If they knew, they might try to ‘help‘. She didn’t need help. She’d already asked for too much just to get away from that bubbly ex dormmate of hers. God only knew what she’d owe these new roommates in return. But at the very least they seemed willing to keep to themselves. Plus Justin was her Mistress’ Master. Making him her Master. Technically. So he should be allowed and indeed expected to ask whatever he wants.

\t“Not that he has.” She felt as if she should be more frustrated with that fact. A good slave submits after all. Was he just too busy? Was he trying to be a gentleman? The latter caused her to chuckle a bit. Gretchen had gotten to know her Mistress very well in the few months they’d known each other. ‘Master’ Justin on the other hand seemed like a big doof who lucked out knowing Mistress from early on. Some dark, guilty little part of her mind just wrote it off as high school sweethearts who wouldn’t make it a year. Then she could have Hui all to herself.

\tIt was a vindictive thought, though. Way more than she had any right to feel. He had helped her get out from a dorm that was crushing her. The least the mole could do was give the man a chance. Besides, he ‘was’ going for a real degree at least. If there was anything Gretchen’s father had managed to impart on her it was to respect the STEM fields.

\tHer room was small. A bit smaller than the other bedrooms as far as she could tell. This was partially due to it being on a corner. Previously it had been used as some kind of office space. Or really storage space since the others all had laptops and the whole house was one big office. Two walls were window. One looking out at a dead patch of earth which served as back yard to both their rented home and the one at the other side of the block with no clear dividing line in between. The other looked over a parking lot for a factory, or warehouse. Some kind of place where people pulled up and parked for a full shift then went home.

\tIt was a bit of a worry thinking someone may look in on her. From her vantage she could see the goat boy Ozzy out in the empty parking lot grinding on the cement barricade sectioning off a truck loading well. Gretchen blushed a bit imagining him looking up while she was ‘chatting’ with her Mistress. Or the absolute horrible shame she’d feel should Justin decide to come in, pull up her hoodie and push those awkward lumps of babyfat she called tits up against the glass. Make her feel nice and exposed in her own bedroom.

\tGretchen’s bed was a wide twin. About the biggest thing she could hope to fit in this place. The first thing she’d done when moving in was shove it against the wall, and now she was quick to make use of that cold surface. She pulled her top up and tugged down on her bra until her breasts spilled out. Her digger-claws gripped into the sensitive flesh while she pushed her nipples up against the cool drywall, trying to imagine it was the glass. It would be hot. Her ugly little body exposed like some filthy NEET degenerate. A pair of paws on her chest.

\tThe paws belonged to Hui, naturally. To her Mistress. To the girl she loved and adored more than the sun and the moon. But once in a while they drifted to be Justin’s. Usually when the tips of her diggers pushed a bit too hard on the breast flesh. He was a boy, after all. Surely he’d be a bit rougher. A bit more physically cruel. A bit more ready to rape her body instead of just her mind.

\tLoud thuds and shouting shattered the fantasy. The sound of trucks moving in to the loading dock and people doing whatever people did when unloading a semi.

\tThe mole sighed and rolled herself on to her back. This was still far better than the dorm, but it would still take some getting used to.

Living Room:

Simple space occupying one quarter of ground floor
Communal area with couches, TV and video games
Couch is more comfy than my bed.

\tCalculus was like cabbage. No matter how much you needed what it provided nobody ever wanted it. Somehow that analogy had really stuck in Gretchen’s mind. To the point where now every time she did calc work she could swear she smelled sauerkraut.

\tShe’d come down to the living room that morning to get work done and rest her back. It was a simple decision. Her bed sucked, her back hurt, and she wanted to have homework done so she could get back to working on things for Mistress.

\tThat was six hours ago. It took two to finish her assignment, save for a few little odds and ends. Then four hours of unplanned nap. She had woken eventually, though. Waking up to loud Jpop music flooding the living room and the sound of feet stomping on the floor. Waking up to an eye full of otter butt in cigarette jeans twisting and swaying with rudder tail hammering on the floor with each sweep.

\tIt wasn’t a bad way to wake up. Gretchen had to admit that. Whatever complaints she may have had, that cute rump waving around in skinny jeans to a song she almost recognized was a tantalizing sight.

\tShe kept her eyes mostly closed. The mole didn’t dare move. Her body simply drew in and out deep, slow breaths while she watched the show. She hoped that ‘Master’ was too preoccupied to look back and catch any blush she might be sporting. Not that he earned that blush. If anything she’d just tell him she was dreaming about Mistress. Which she should be, if the damn dance game music wasn’t so loud.

\tEvery once in a while the otter body would move just out fro between her and the TV, and Gretchen would catch sight of ‘Joker’. Not the comic character. The nameless protagonist from Hui’s favorite game. It was the character Hui had the biggest crush on, the one she made Master Justin dress up as sometimes. Except he was the protagonist of a JRPG. And this was pretty clearly a dancing game. Or maybe a dancing minigame. She’d have to try and remember to ask.

\tLater. Much later.

\t“Phew. Goddamn it that’s a work out.” Justin winced as the song ended. The peeping mole did her best to keep her cracked eye on that rump until he managed to make his way back to the couch and flop down. He tagged in Ozzy. The goat boy who was their roommate hauled himself up off of the couch without the controller in hand. Once again a cute butt fell into view and left Gretchen squirming just a bit while she watched the other boy shake himself to get loosened up.

\t“Ok Akechi, you’re up” Justin snickered

\t“I don’t even know who that is.” Ozzy grumbled back. “I haven’t played the damn game yet.”

\t“Don’t worry. There aren’t exactly any real spoilers in this. I mean other than characters existing. You wanna try the same song I did?”

\tOzzy looked back with his hands shoved into the deep pockets of those bondage pants. Admittedly it made the bishonen goat a bit harder to oggle for the supposedly sleeping Mole. But not that much. “Why don’t you surprise me.” Ozzy snickered

\t“Ohh, confidence. Sexy.” Justin teased. Another song went on and instantly Ozzy began to rock and shake his body around. He was far more animated than the otter, which made sense considering all the time he spent skating and the fact that he just seemed a bit more physically fit.

\tIt was an odd distinction to make.  The line between ‘bishonen’ and ‘femmy’ was a thin one. Ozzy looked more like all the fan art of Azriel Dreemurr from Undertale while Justin seemed like a slightly more masculine and taller Rimaru from ‘reincarnated as a slime’. The difference between a fit, tight skater build on the former and the high metabolism computer jockey of the latter. Both of them scratched an itch. Or rather they caused an itch. One that the lump of mole let fester while she watched the black furred boy prance and twist about.

\t“And that’s game.” Ozzy finally snickered. “I’d say I won that one pretty soundly.

\tJustin scooted to one end of the couch the two boys were now using and snickered back, slugging the goat boy in the arm gently. “Yeah I guess so. Though it was a different song now that I think about it. Maybe we should wake sleeping beauty up and let her ref.”

\tThere was an odd teasing note in Justin’s voice. One Gretchen didn’t like one little bit. She let her eye slam fully shut and just listened to the bromantic flirting of the two boys. All the while she let her imagination wander, some cute ideas drifting around that she could store for later use.

Ozzy’s Room:

Reeks of cannabis
Looks mostly clean from the few times I’ve glanced in
Seems to have his own TV and mini fridge which means he probably never has to leave

Dining Room:

Occupies roughly 1/4th of the downstairs area
Old dining table and chairs, rarely used.
Apparently ‘perfect for D&D sessions’

\t“Hey, Willa! Package for you!”

\tGretchen waited for the telltale thud on the floor. Willa was busy. Unlike the rest of them, she wasn’t really doing school right now. She was working. Full time. For herself. It was impressive in its own way. It would be more impressive if it were something useful.

\tShe walked into the dining room and set the box down on the old table. It was well worn but actually carved rather nicely. An oak leaf pattern carved into the molding under the table, and some elaborate fretwork on the ends. All hand done from the looks of it. Not to mention the chairs all matched.

\tIt was a wonder that nobody had stolen the thing given how many tenants must come in and out of this little budget home. That was, naturally, assuming the current landlord even knew what they had.

\t“Eh, not everyone can be like Father.” Gretchen muttered to herself. She set the box down on the table, turned away a moment, then turned back as a small smile crossed her face. “Hey, Willa! Want me to sort these for you?” she called out.

\tAnother thud. Gretchen’s smile grew. She sat herself down and started to tear at the tape on the box with one of her claws. Soon the whole thing had been busted open, revealing a tangled mess of baggies filled with crystals of various cuts and qualities.

\tIt was all junk. Mostly D and C grade. Anything clear enough or big enough to be at all valuable would probably just be an oversight from a company selling waste product after making paizobuzzers and selling product out to counterfeit watch makers.

\tAnd so the process started. A nice orderly grid on the table. Quartz, Jade, Tiger Eye, Obsidian, even things like topaz and amethyst. Some of it was rested in cheap sterling silver settings. Many smoky ones glued in cheap rings or other fittings meant to be riveted to equally cheap leather.

\tGretchen took up a bit of Moonstone. Her Birthstone. Well, one of them. Mistress had already laid claim to Alexandrite. Probably more fitting all things considered. Purple was the Red Panda’s color after all. This moonstone, though. The She held it though the baggie, careful to ensure her claws didn’t dig though. The mole girl tweaked and twisted her thick coke bottle lenses. Even without a loop she could see flaws in the dull blue fire at the heart of the otherwise clear gem. It was pleasingly round and even. The imperfections minor and probably the kind of thing that would go easily unnoticed.

\tShe set the crystal aside. She could just imagine what Willa might say about it. That it was too big. That it looked synthetic. Probably something about Auras and star-signs and how it wouldn’t cure the mumps or whatever the hell these things were supposed to do.

\tThat was the worst part for Gretchen. That was the part she could do without. Selling these as cheap jewelry as some kind of dropshipper was one thing. But the witchy woman upstairs was selling them and perhaps even using them in some kind of religious business. Shipping them off with little craft store bottles full of herbal remedies and essential oils. Probably some colloidal silver in the mix just to really ramp up the fantasy.

\tIt felt disgusting. There was no other word for it. Even without knowing all of the details this sorting all felt a bit like helping someone injure others. True the ‘others’ thought that pretty rocks would fix cancer or some such. The more jaded and horrible part of her mind told Gretchen that was no big loss to society.

\tThen she smiled. At least they could do some good before then. Looking down at the spread on the table Gretchen took in the nice ordered array of cheap crystals. Everything neat as a pin, or as neat as she could hope to make it without a proper straight edge to help. Things were ordered from the occasional A grade which slipped though all the way down to the abundant D grades. The latter being bigger and possibly being more what Willa’s clients wanted. After all, more crystal may mean more healing. Who the hell knew?

\tShe paused for a moment more as surveyed her work. The neat, tidy, almost creepily symmetrical work she’d managed. The mole then sighed and plucked two more baggies out of the mix. One, a small bar of Lapis Lazuli about an inch square in each direction. The other a clearly artificial but still lovely alexandrite. She set the two next to her moonstone and sighed. Three things to buy from Willa. Three gems that may find a home as something other than placibos. The possible making of a couple gifts.

\t“Well.” The mole muttered to herself. “At least they weren’t from any of the big batches.

Kitchen:

Fittings and appliances appear to be from 60s or 70s
Cabinates are cheap and largely broken
Note to get self bottled water and avoid sink.

\tNothing. The ktichen was as bare as could be. A value tub of goldfish crackers, a half eaten box of generic cereal and some vanilla breakfast drink mix. The last two weren’t even worth anything without milk. Not that Gretchen had any interest in opening the fridge again. Last time the only things in there were cans of pop and a moldy cheesecake sampler. True, someone had probably thrown that thing out by now. But she wasn’t about to risk checking.

\t“Lunch time, Little one.” Justin’s smarmy smirk oozed in his tone. The otter sauntered his way into the kitchen, heavy leather coat hung off of a finger which draped it down his back while his free paw spun his keys on the end of a digit.

\t“Will you stop that.” Gretchen snapped. The blushing mole winced and slammed the cupboard shut. “We can’t have lunch. We don’t have anything to make.”

\tThe comment drew a confused, blank stare from the otter. He gazed at her for a long moment then shrugged “Make? I was going out to grab everyone taco bell.”

\tGretchen grumbled and dusted her claws against her nose again, gazing firmly at the otter boy. “Fast food again? Shouldn’t we have something in here we can at least cook?”

\t“Wait, you know how to cook?” Justin blinked

\t“Well… no.” The mole’s shoulders slumped. She let herself lean heavily on the counter and gazed down at the worn old linoleum tile floor. “But there are four adults in this house. One of us should be able to, right?”

\t“I can make sandwiches.” Justin shrugged “And I think Ozzy picked up some stuff back in Cali. He told me he had a lot of fist generation Mexican American friends.”

\tThe comment actually drew a snort from Gretchen. “And he’s willing to eat Taco bell?” She giggled

\t“He’s a cali boy. Where do you think that place is even from? Besides, if there was a ‘Pasty Bell’ I’d eat it. I don’t think either of us has time to be that picky.”

\t“Some of us more than others.” the words slipped from the girl’s muzzle before she even realized what they were. It was true, naturally. Especially considering who she was talking to. But Justin was also technically her owner. Her superior. Gretchen winced and offered her face up just a bit for a slap. It never came. In truth the otter boy didn’t even seem to notice. Instead just grabbing a can of vanilla coke out of the fridge.

\tHe tossed one to Gretchen. It took everything she had to close her hands in and use them along with her boobs just to keep the thing from falling and busting open all over the floor. She took a couple steps back to let Justin pass by her. He bound down the small set of stairs leading to the back door, the ones which turned off to the right from that door as a small landing into the basement. “Come on, I think you could stand to get out of the house a bit. Plus if you’re trying to roundabout ask for us to get some snack food, I’mma need to know what it is you like. So you’re coming in to the Meijer with me.”

\tIt wasn’t at all what she meant. Still, Gretchen stopped herself from arguing and simply popped the top on her pop as she followed him along. Some day she really needed to ask Mistress Hui how she could fall for a man so thick he didn’t even know when he was being insulted.


Basement:

Simple stone wall basement
Typical of older Michigan designs
Used for Hobby and musical purposes
My Carbon Monoxide check was negative

\tThey had a smart TV. Gretchen didn‘t know why this house had a smart TV. Master Justin sure as hell couldn‘t afford it. Ozzy had come here from the other side of the nation and to hear him tell it most of his belongings were in storage back in Cali. And Willa… well that simply didn‘t seem like something Willa would do.

\tIt was a nice surprise. At least nice once Gretchen had made herself simply accept the reality. The four roommates split the fees on the internet like anything else, and all paid in partially for the various streaming services they had access to. Which turned out to be quite a bit. At present she was watching the UK version of ‘Grand Designs‘. Her eyes drifting now and then between a set of houses built by twins to mostly mirror each other and a rather boring book on her computer trying to explain some very basic principals of thermodynamics. It was tempting to simply skip the section entirely.

\tAfter all it was such a basic set of ideas even Justin seemed to fully understand them. But it gave her an excuse to lounge on the couch instead of her own bed and enjoy some TV that wasn‘t blaring in her face. Just a nice quiet afternoon to relax and recollect herself.

\t“Mister Crowley!” The yelled out words broke and were soon followed by a loud hammering of notes. The guitar line sliced its way up from the basement though the old floorboards with no mercy or consideration for the previous quiet.

\tThe shock had been enough to startle Gretchen off of the couch. Her chubby rump thudded hard on the floor and she scrambled to make sure her laptop would neither fall off of her crumpled body or get any liquid on it.

\tOnce her belongings were secure the mole began to stomp her way though the house and down into the dank recesses of their small Michigan basement. Her paws clapped over her ears at some point in a desperate bid to keep out the growing thrum of the notes and the silken growl of the boy singing.

\tSure enough, the culprit was easy to find. Ozzy stood there in the tiny stone room which constituted the only ‘free’ portion of the basement, surrounded by amps and speakers that would have been enough to play for a tiny concert venue if they were arranged properly. A battered old Les Paul covered in airbrush and stickers was slung low over his shoulders. His dreadlocks slumped over his head as he nodded and bobbed along with the song while muttering in to a microphone, its cable made up more of electrical tape than anything else.

\tThere was screaming. Gretchen was quite sure she was screaming at him to stop. She was also sure he couldn’t hear her. Hell, ‘she’ couldn’t really hear anything over the loud thrum of the song. It wasn’t until the ringing in her ears got louder and the words she tried to scream became almost ineligible that she realized Ozzy had stopped, the goat now looking up at her in utter confusion. His fingers fumbling to pull ear plugs free.

\t“You ok, lady?” The goat muttered the old, obscure meme over the intrusive tinny hum of the old amps.

\t“I said, would you turn it down, please.” Gretchen yelled again. She then quickly fell silent and took a half step back, whimpering “er, uh, Please… sorry. It’s really loud.”

\tOzzy shrugged apologetically. The old guitar hung limply from its strap. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’m used to Justin being out of the house at this point. Forgot you were here too, now.”

\t“Well, I am.” Gretchen’s tone felt far more whiny than aggressive, much to her own discomfort. She slumped back down on to one of the stairs and dug one of her clawed fingers into her ear just a bit, rolling it in the hopes of ending the ringing. She didn’t really notice the boy making his way over to her and leaning on the wall, his cut-up sleeveless shirt dangling off of his svelte frame.

\tThere was little choice for her but to become one with her discomfort. Gretchen squirmed and fidgeted. Her mind raced and seethed as she tried to understand why the boy didn‘t grasp how uncomfortable someone being this close was. Did he think he was showing concern? She glanced up at him, seeing the confusion and worry on his face, then looked back down quickly. No. Gretchen knew he wasn‘t really concerned. It was just more stupid annoying social bullshit.

\t“I think you’re E string is a bit too high.” The Mole finally offered

\t“Yeah.” Ozzy nodded. “The ol’ girl has a fussy key. At this point I’m almost used to the little bit of tweak it gives to songs. Wait” he blinked “I thought you said you didn’t like music.”

\tThe word ‘lied’ crept somewhere into Gretchen’s mumbled garble of non-words resembling a response. She rubbed her paws together and shuddered a bit. At some point she’d apparently even scooted back hard enough to send herself up a stair.

\t“Oh come on.” Ozzy’s grin had returned to annoying life. “At least tell me what kind of music you dig. Maybe I know something.”

\t“You probably don’t.” The mole’s response equal measures harsh and meek.

\t“Well do you play at all?” Ozzy nodded towards the guitar and bass set down near the amps.

\tGretchen held up a hand in response, showing off the reddish brown digging claws on her fingers.

\t“So uh, is that a yes?” Ozzy blinked

\t“Flute.” She grumbled. “Classical. Maybe with some Square Enix covers on the side.”

\t“Cool.” Ozzy smirked “So you wanna come down and play some stuff for us some time?”

\t“No.” The mole muttered. With that she grabbed hold of the banister and awkwardly began yanking herself back up the stairs, leaving the black furred bovine boy standing awkwardly alone.

\t
Willa’s Room:

We don’t go in there.
I have never seen the door open.
Hope she’s ok.

‘Master’s’ Room:

Perpetually dirty
Smells of ‘boy’, which I should find more offensive than I do
I think he bought a better mattress-in-a-box

\tIt shouldn’t have been a shock when Justin opened the door to his room. It was his room, after all. Gretchen knew that. But he just happened to come in right as she was digging out the last of the dirty clothes from under his bed. Her whole body jumping and her head hit the bottom of his mattress. She scrambled to pull her skirt down over her fat rump and hoped to hell he hadn’t gotten too good a look at her exposed panties. A thought that felt rather stupid, all things considered.

\tAfter much cajoling and twisting the mole girl popped up and gave her best maid bow. “Good afternoon, Master.” She said in a trite sing-song.

\t“So, uh, do I wanna know?” Justin blinked

\tGretchen huffed hard at this. Her awkward blush spread though her downy cheek fur and her foot stomping hard on the ground. It took her a moment to regain her position, but not her composure. “Your slave wished to be a good maid for you and aid her busy owner by cleaning his room.” A partial lie. He wasn’t ‘that’ busy after all. Hell he only worked two days a week at his main job. How hard could part time possibly be?

\tJustin made his way into the room. Gretchen watched his gaze carefully. Regardless of her feelings about him and how gross the room was she still had some small part of herself hopeful that he at least appreciated her efforts. Gone was the sea of band shirts and jeans which had formed a protective layer over the hard wood floor. The air was filled with food and vanilla scented fabreeze. Both cans were half empty so it wasn’t like she had picked the scent out on a whim. But it wasn’t bad once you got used to it.

\tJustin ran a paw over his bed, made properly for the first time likely since he’d moved in. He looked at his ‘girl outfit’ now enshrined as it could be in the cheap wardrobe which came with the room. Along with the two or three items of clothing that were still somewhat clean.

\t“I hope it’s to your liking, Sir.” Gretchen forced out.

\tJustin finished his tour and turned to her, those big blue eyes full of bewilderment. “Did Hui tell you to do this?” he blinked.

\t“No.” Gretchen huffed at the unappreciative question. “I simply wish to properly perform my duties.”

\t“Really? Because I coulda gotten this done. I mean I appreciate it. I really do. But I know you have a lot of classes on your plate.”

\tThe mole cast her gaze away and whimpered. He was, naturally, right. She was quite busy. But the dumb otter boy didn’t have to put it that way. She had expected ungrateful might be something she had to face. But an owner wasn’t supposed to be ‘worried’ about her. Not like that at any rate.

\tShe bit back on whatever it was she felt and nodded. Her own garnet eyes locking on to his for a moment before being cast reverently to the floor. Well, as reverently as she could muster for ‘him’.

\t“This girl is simply sorry she doesn’t have a proper maid outfit to wear when cleaning. I am unsure they make them in her size.”

\t“What?” Justin blinked “Why wouldn’t they make them in your size? Though if you wanna do some maid stuff, we should probably talk to Hui. She already has your measurements after all. And I bet she’d find it cute.”

\tGretchen blushed firmly at mention of her Mistress, nodding just a bit. “T-thank you, Sir. If you would enjoy seeing this one in some maid garb then I am sure you could talk to her about that.” There was no way she could bring it up to Hui herself. The idea of actually ‘asking’ for something seemed downright vulgar. She tried to wrap her head around what she’d even say while fiddling her claws together and clicking them nervously to drown out the worries in her own head.

\tIf the boy noticed her distress he didn’t mention it. He offered little more than a soft pat on the head as he walked past her and flopped on the bed. It took him a few moments before he spoke again. Once more he disappointed the girl with the lack of firm detachment in his voice. “I didn’t realize I was doing that bad on clothes.” He sighed “I mean I guess I can at least wear some of the ones with grease stains to work a few more times before I gotta wash them.”

\t“We should be doing your laundry regularly, Sir.” Gretchen interjected. By we, she meant him. They had no washer or drier and there was no Laundromat in walking distance But he had a car There was no excuse for going more than a week without cleaning this all.

\t“We, you say?” Justin chuckled. “I take it that someone is hoping to come along with me next time I go down to visit my folks? Maybe stop by and see a certain pretty girl she’s been pining for?”

\tContemptuous snark evaporated instantly. The mole nodded her head frantically to the request and gripped her paws together hard enough that it started to really hurt. “Well, I didn’t mean to presume that much Sir. I was just thinking the next time I went to the Laundromat…”

\t“Sure you were.” The doubt was only too thick in Justin’s words. “Well, lucky for you I can’t afford that kind of shit.”

\t“You can’t afford to get your clothes washed?” Gretchen’s voice nearly cracked as it peaked

\t“Not at three bucks a load. I’m payin’ over two grand a semester for this degree, Same four hundred in rent you are, gas, insurance, plus I gotta save up. Western’s not cheap you know.”

\tWMU was not cheap. But two thousand a semester was. For a moment Gretchen asked herself just how little he could be making if that were a worry. “Well, you could always cut back on eating out, Sir.” She offered as politely as she could.

\t“You suddenly learn how to cook?” Justin’s wry smile drove daggers into her as Gretchen shook her head no.

\t“Then it’s settled.” he nodded “Besides, it gives me an excuse to see my parents. And Hui. Just because mom and dad are gonna have a new kid to replace me soon doesn’t mean I can’t pop my head in and remind them I’m the firstborn, right?”

\tIt was hard for Gretchen to tell if he was joking or not. She stopped to wonder about her own parents having another child. Especially at their age. Something told the mole that her mother lacked the energy to wean rambunctiousness out of a child a second time. Not to mention how that might affect their retirement.

\tShe shook the thoughts away and turned her attention back to Justin. “So, uh, are you serious that you’d take me along so I could see her, then?” Gretchen’s hopes grew a bit as she realized he may not be teasing.

\t“If you don’t mind the drive then sure. I know she’d adore seeing her lil dirt nose too” He snickered a bit and patted the floofy mess of Gretchen’s headfur. “Who knows, by the time we get down there, maybe she’ll even have your little maid uniform done.”
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