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Well, it had to happen some time", "writing": "By TerraMGP\n\n\tDirty work boots dragged along the tattered wood floor. Justin felt his legs screaming with each labored step. His eyes barely focusing on the living room off to one side of the front entrance. He trudged his way in to the run down house he now called home, pausing only long enough to toss a simple paper fast food bag the recliner in the living room to his left. It hit the fur sitting there with a papery fwap which drew a small chuckle from the goat who had likely spent all day in the ratty old chair.\n\n\t“Score. They had the bacon this time?” Ozzy didn’t wait for an answer. In a moment the wrapper on his burger was away and he was biting in hard. He only barely paused to watch Justin drop his own bag of food on the floor and collapse face first into the couch. Springs and wood screaming in agony from the otter’s impact.\n\n\t“Another rough day I take it.” Ozzy chuckled. The room was filled with the sounds of unintelligible grumbling. Justin thwapping his rudder tail against the couch arm and groaning loudly while he flailed for his food bag nearly a foot away.\n\n\tJustin nodded his face into the seat. Eventually the younger fur looked up, glasses skewed and arms pinned under the weight of tired body and heavy coat. The Bacon King burger Ozzy had requested now sat half finished on the end table beside the recliner. The goat was in mid transition between a huge glug from a glass of sprite and the start of a rip from a massive purple bong. The speed and practiced dexterity with which Ozzy effortlessly glided between the three made the whole thing feel almost surreal. Akin to what it must look like observing bullet time from the outside.\n\n\tOr maybe, Justin thought, his head was just fucked up.\n\n\tSoon the living room was again consumed with the sounds of video games and underground ska. Justin resigned himself to the cacophony and turned his head to look at the ratty old leather of the couch back. At some point slipping out of his jacket and resting with his shirt half-yanked up his back, one leg dangling off of the couch.\n\n\tEventually some near imperceptible prompt caused him to turn his head back towards the living room proper. His view of the TV screen was instantly blocked by a familiar pair of grey furred legs wrapped in white tube socks and a pleated skirt. Justin followed the legs up until his gaze fell to rest on the rather grumpy visage of the newest housemate. The girl who was, technically, theoretically, his slave.\n\n\t“We need to go on a date.” Gretchen said flatly. Her tone almost hostile.\n\n\t“W-wha?” Justin blinked\n\n\t“Do you need to do that in here?” The mole quickly chirped. A half-confrontational edge to her voice as she turned to the rather contented goat sitting at the other end of the room.\n\n\tOzzy simply grinned and took another deep pull on his bong. His ears fluffing and flopping just a touch as he pulled himself even further back into the seat.\n\n\tJustin watched as crippling social anxiety and aversion to ‘inappropriate’ behaviors hammered into each other in the girls mind. The torrent ripping at her mind for a few moments before anxiety won out and she turned her face back towards Justin.\n\n\t“Are you asking me out?” The otter muttered\n\n\t“No.” Gretchen muttered “T-that’s your job. But Mistress isn’t around. And if we’re all supposed to be together it makes sense if you and I go on some dates too. Right?”\n\n\t“I guess?” The otter muttered. He winced, squinted, pulled himself up and gazed at the girl for a long moment. “So you want me to ask you out. Was there anywhere in particular you were looking to go?”\n\n\t“You’re the Dominant.” Gretchen frumped the words angrily. Her deadpan was cut by a small blush on her cheeks. One that Justin suspected would only worsen her situation if he mentioned it. “Just tell me when we’re going out, and where. But not on Tuesday. Or Wednesday. I have classes all day both of those days. I don’t have time for anything else!”\n\n\t“Fine” Justin muttered as he slumped back on the couch “Gimmie a while and I’ll come ask you when my body can move again.”\n\n\t“Tell me.” Gretchen corrected\n\n\t“Tell you, right.” The young man rolled his eyes, thankful the girl couldn’t see them, and slumped back on to the couch.\n\n\tHe could hear his theoretical slave borderline stomping her way along the old floors, stopping for a moment, then moving on. He could only imagine the daggers she was staring at Ozzy for enjoying his legal and medicinal pot in his own living room. Not to mention the carefree grin the goat boy probably gave her in return.\n\n\tHe knew she was gone when Ozzy’s game resumed. The older boy snickering just a touch. “Man, I thought a guy who landed two girls was supposed to be the dream. Is it always this crazy with you guys?”\n\n\t“I donno.” Justin sighed. “But God I hope not.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tIt should have been a perfect night. A crowd of oddballs and not-so-closet kinksters bursting their way free of a cramped old theater under a near full moon into the crisp September air of Kalamazoo in the wee hours.\n\n\tIt was an atmosphere Justin had come to adore. The feel of the big city, or at least big by his standards. The warmth and hum of buildings set against the cool night air. Dull glows of street lamps in what felt like a forbidden and vacant world normally buzzing with activity.\n\n\tBut not tonight.\n\n\tHe made his way out of the theater, holding the door as he went so that Gretchen could slip by him. The mole was draped in his big, heavy leather trench coat and had been since early though the movie. She looked kind of cute, all but swimming in the oversized garment. The stony silence and deep frown on her face, not so much.\n\n\t“I’m shocked you’ve never seen this thing before.” He murmured, hoping a bit of small talk would crack the ice.\n\n\tGretchen simply grunted and slumped more into the jacket. She waited for him to start towards the car before following along. Maybe as a way to play up some kind of ‘good submissive’ role ideal. More likely because she didn’t know where they parked. \n\n\tJustin shoved the key into his lock, stopped, then looked up over the roof at the mole girl. Gretchen was shivering, though absolutely not from the cold of the theater. Certainly not with them being out here now in the warm air with a warm jacket on top. She caught sight of him and looked away in a huff. Her eyes only slowly moving back to gaze at the man. His concern only grew, and her seeing that on his face seemed to foul her mood even further.\n\n\t“So I take it you didn’t have fun?” he muttered.\n\n\t“That was the worst!” Gretchen whimpered\n\n\t“That was the worst, Sir.” Justin corrected in a mocking tone. The joke didn’t land. Instead causing the girl’s scowl to grow.\n\n\t“Didn’t anyone know how you are supposed to act a theater? Why did they keep screaming? And throwing things? Everyone was so loud and rude and mean, and I think I got some rice in my hair!” The mole’s voice broke at the cusp of an angry sob. She gripped the heavy jacket like a cloak in one hand and used the other to knock grains of dried rice out of her frizzy curls. The sheer amount that managed to fall to the asphalt was staggering and made Justin feel at least a bit relieved she had done that before getting into the car.\n\n\t“I admit I haven’t been to a true big screening of this before. But I mean, that’s how RHPS goes, right?” The otter shrugged.\n\n\tGretchen glanced over at the door they’d just left. A sea of makeshift Magentas and dad bod Rocky’s streaming out amidst people in cheap bondage gear, drag outfits or just normal every day clothes. She gripped the door handle and bit back a growl. Justin’s key turned, he pulled himself in, and soon had unlocked her door as well. At that Gretchen all but collapsed into the car and tossed the coat unceremoniously towards what would be the back seat if the corvette had a back seat. It instead ended up balled over the middle console and Justin was quick to drape the thing into its proper spot over his own drivers side seat.\n\n\t“Look, I’m sorry.” Justin sighed while leaning against the ragged steering wheel. “I mean we barely know each other at this point, and I just wanted this to be special. We’re both adults, both out on our own for the first time. I just figured a movie might be a good way to kick things off.”\n\n\t“That wasn’t a movie!” the mole snapped. “That was… I don’t know what it was. But it wasn’t a movie.”\n\n\t“So I’m guessing Steak N Shake is out of the question?” Justin smirked a little, then slumped. The attempt at humor clearly having no impact on the girl. He gripped the wheel tight for a few long moments. His own breathing slowed as he tried to shake off the unease.\n\n\tA moment later the otter’s paw was at the mole’s cheek. Cupping her face gently, turning it towards him. Looking her in the eye as he brushed a bit of that wild hair from her face.\n\n\tGretchen blushed. Her expression softening for just a split second. Big brown eyes shimmering before glancing away. She turned and huffed. The two both falling silent. Justin started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot, heading off back home.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“I need a ride to the library.”\n\n\tJustin glanced up from the couch. A can of vanilla coke and big bag of sun chips poised on the end table. The PS4 controller in hand, his whole body sunk back into the warm embrace of the couch behind him.\n\n\tGretchen was gazing at him. She also didn’t seem to care. Her eyes dull and annoyed while looking at the otter who was supposed to be her Master.\n\n\tJustin looked longingly at the screen for a few moments. His soft headfur, the blonde lockes finally treated well enough to be more than a matted pile of mullet, fell over one eye while he gazed up at the girl who had deigned to interrupt his one free day that week.\n\n\t“You can’t use the bus?” He muttered. The look on her face answer enough. Pulling him to his feet as he shoved the controller aside and brushed a few crumbs from his cheap ratty ‘The Cure’ tee shirt.\n\n\tNeither one of them spoke. Not going out to the car. Not on the car ride. Gretchen sat quietly in the passengers seat. She seemed insistent to make herself little more than a lump of stony bitterness the whole trip there. It was an unnerving contrast to the docile and oft energetic Hui. The girl who had spent more time in that seat than anyone since Justin had gotten the car.\n\n\tIt was nice enough in the abstract. The musty smell of wood, leather and stale books filled the remarkably large cylinder of the city’s main public library. The two furs wandered their way though the rows of books with the same hollow silence. Gretchen kept a half pace behind him and half hidden behind Justin’s right side. There weren’t too many people in the building to begin with. \n\n\tThe pair wandered for a good half hour before Gretchen finally realized she had to tell Justin where they were going. Or rather, before his asking finally made her realize she hadn‘t told him. Admittedly she didn‘t particularly mind the time spent wandering the library. The strange, otherworldly wonder of books in long rows like some forest of learning, awash in the smell of paper and ink. At least an hour, and possibly more, vanished in quiet conversation and gentle wandering punctuated by searches for books the mole girl actually needed for some of her less scientific classes. \n\n\tEventually this somehow found them down in the lower levels, tucked between a pair of steel shelves where older collections of comic books and graphic novels rested. The mole so enchanted by the search that she was unsure if this was even for a class, or if it was for Justin. Or maybe for her.\n\n\t“I am sorry you didn’t enjoy the movie though.” Justin sighed “I mean I know you said to pick, but I probably shouldn’t have gone for something that out of left field when I don’t even know your tastes yet.”\n\n\tGretchen shook her head glumly “Honestly I don’t remember much of it. Just all the people. The yelling. Things hitting me. I was trying to just focus on the movie but people wouldn’t shut up and stay quiet. Then my chest started to feel all funny and-” She shook her head and set the book down on her pile, reaching up for another compilation of comics. She pulled it out just enough to see the Fantastic Four on the cover, and promptly put it back.\n\n\tJustin was quiet for a long moment. He clutched his legs, looking at the girl while his head bounced back and forth on what he should say. “Have you been to a doctor about that?” As usual Justin’s mouth blurted out before his brain could settle on anything serious.\n\n\tThe question drew a bit of a flinch from the girl, but that was about it. She looked up at him longways and then back down at her lap. A dejected smile hitting her muzzle. “I was taking something for a while. But it’s nothing major. Just some stupid feelings I need to get over. I’m an adult. I should be able to just shrug it off. If I can’t, that just means I gotta work on it more.”\n\n\tThe slap was loud. It wasn’t hard. There really was no pain. But in the quiet calm of the Library’s inner depths it reverberated out though the narrow corridors and felt as if it would drift up to the highest floors and rows.\n\n\tGretchen found herself looking into those blue eyes. His hand firmly on her muzzle. Her body shivering at the sudden shift of things while her brain struggled to catch up.\n\n\t“No.” Justin said firmly.\n\n\t“N-no what?” There was no sarcasm in Gretchen’s voice. No snideness or even anxiety. She was too stunned for any of that. She sounded weak and small. Vulnerable without the hard shell of hate she always wore. Much to her shame, it didn’t feel awful.\n\n\t“You don’t need to ‘tough it out’. You won’t be doing that. Not while I have any say in it. There’s nothing wrong with taking care of yourself and your mental health. If you have anxiety or some shit, you need to tell me. Tell both of us. I’m not having one of my slaves feel horrible all the time because she wants to pretend she’s a normie.”\n\n\t“I said I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself!” The thought was quickly cut off by another slap, this one a bit harder. Gretchen blinked back the shock and reached up to touch her cheek. It felt hot under the fuzzy fur. So hot that it took her a moment to realize it wasn’t the one he’d slapped. She was blushing. Badly. Worse, she was biting her lip.\n\n\t“This isn’t a negotiation.” Justin continued. “If going somewhere is going to make you feel anxious, you tell us. If you need to leave a situation, you tell us. If things get bad and you need to safe word, you fucking safe word. Am I understood?”\n\n\t“Yes.” Gretchen muttered meekly. Her words cut off by a small nudge from the hand holding her cheek. His digits forcing her face up to meet his for just a moment. “Yes Master!” The words were blurted before she even knew she was saying them. She just looked up into the mans eyes for the longest time. Dimly aware of her knees being pulled to her chest, of her breath evening out even as her stomach fluttered and her heart jolted itself into an uncomfortable doki-doki. Every fiber of masochism in the young woman’s body thrummed and twitched while she quivered in a helpless little pile.\n\n\t“Good girl, little one.” Justin finally replied. He placed a small kiss on her forehead and slumped back to where he was sitting, watching her closely.\n\n\tThe mole hugged herself tight and sat there silently for the longest time. Utterly hating the rush of conflicting emotions she felt. Basking in the strange and surreal emotions brought on by the moment. She made no effort to move, and for the longest time neither did Justin. Only the sound of their breathing and the smell of old books served to accent the still crystallized moment which the pair now occupied.\n\n\tIt wasn’t quite clear when things started moving again. Gretchen went for the pile of books, only to stop and curl back onto herself when Justin grabbed them up. He helped her stand and nodded to her, taking the lead as they made their way up to the front. \n\n\t“I’m sorry if I pushed things a bit far.” Justin sighed finally “I am worried. But I also want you to tell me if I go too far, ok? Hui and I are really comfortable with just ‘getting’ each other and I kinda just started realizing you and I don’t have that.”\n\n\tGretchen nodded. She said nothing as the librarian scanned her books and checked her card. She held them to her chest as they walked back to the car, instantly realizing she was hugging books to her chest while a boy walked her somewhere. A boy who liked her. It was only then that the gawky mole realized she was finally living a scene from a thousand anime. One she’d dreamed of but dared not imagine she’d get to enjoy.\n\n\t“I’ll drop you off at home and then go grab us something to eat.” Justin affirmed. “That way you can focus. That sound ok?”\n\n\t“Yessir.” Gretchen nodded bashfully and hugged the books tighter. A small blush forming under her soft fur.\n\n\t“Good girl.” He smiled “Maybe if you want we can play some smash after. The game, I mean. Not… you know. I don’t think you ever told me who you main in that.”\n\n\tGretchen blinked a bit and looked away. She paused while her Master opened the car door for her and slipped in to the seat as best she could while refusing to let go of her cross-armed grasp on the books. “I haven’t really played it yet.” She admitted once he slipped into the drivers seat.\n\n\t“Really? Well I’m sure we have some other games that do co-op. Minecraft, maybe? That seems right up your ally.”\n\n\tGretchen shook her head and folded her ears down as the not-unpleasant shame washed over her. “I uh, I don’t really.” she confessed\n\n\t“Huh. That Mario maker game then?” The otter offered “Or maybe Monster Hunter? Or, wait, I guess you might do more JRPG stuff.” \n\n\tEach one the mole shamefully shook her head to. She simply ground the tips of her sneakers into the footwell and wriggled herself into the old leather seat as she tried to bite back on the odd and frankly irrational embarrassment. “None.” She finally whimpered at an almost whisper\n\n\t“So you don’t play any games?” Justin blinked\n\n\t“I don’t have time.” Gretchen muttered “Besides, is it really that different watching some cute Vtubers play though them? Cute anime girls screaming about SCPs is way more fun than just walking around a cheap game full of monsters that I don’t know what they are.”\n\n\t“You do realize that’s gonna bite you, right?” Justin snickered “Hui’s been dragging me into whatever cosplay hits her head for years. It only got worse when she got used to the idea of ‘Justine’. She’s gonna hammer you with clips and push you to play games to get you in character.”\n\n\tThe mole’s cheeks suddenly flushed under her grey fur. The realization hitting her square in the face. “So uh, I can’t like, safe word my way out of it?”\n\n\t“Again.” Justin sighed “I’m the Dom here, and I can’t. She obsesses. I figured you’d already know that by now.”\n\n\t“Y-yeah… it is pretty cute.” The mole muttered with a nasily, dreamy groan.\n\n\t“You should at least play Persona 5” Justin nodded “She fond out it’s my fave so it became one of her go-to’s. Actually by this point I’d say it’s more her favorite than mine. 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\tDirty work boots dragged along the tattered wood floor. Justin felt his legs screaming with each labored step. His eyes barely focusing on the living room off to one side of the front entrance. He trudged his way in to the run down house he now called home, pausing only long enough to toss a simple paper fast food bag the recliner in the living room to his left. It hit the fur sitting there with a papery fwap which drew a small chuckle from the goat who had likely spent all day in the ratty old chair.

\t“Score. They had the bacon this time?” Ozzy didn’t wait for an answer. In a moment the wrapper on his burger was away and he was biting in hard. He only barely paused to watch Justin drop his own bag of food on the floor and collapse face first into the couch. Springs and wood screaming in agony from the otter’s impact.

\t“Another rough day I take it.” Ozzy chuckled. The room was filled with the sounds of unintelligible grumbling. Justin thwapping his rudder tail against the couch arm and groaning loudly while he flailed for his food bag nearly a foot away.

\tJustin nodded his face into the seat. Eventually the younger fur looked up, glasses skewed and arms pinned under the weight of tired body and heavy coat. The Bacon King burger Ozzy had requested now sat half finished on the end table beside the recliner. The goat was in mid transition between a huge glug from a glass of sprite and the start of a rip from a massive purple bong. The speed and practiced dexterity with which Ozzy effortlessly glided between the three made the whole thing feel almost surreal. Akin to what it must look like observing bullet time from the outside.

\tOr maybe, Justin thought, his head was just fucked up.

\tSoon the living room was again consumed with the sounds of video games and underground ska. Justin resigned himself to the cacophony and turned his head to look at the ratty old leather of the couch back. At some point slipping out of his jacket and resting with his shirt half-yanked up his back, one leg dangling off of the couch.

\tEventually some near imperceptible prompt caused him to turn his head back towards the living room proper. His view of the TV screen was instantly blocked by a familiar pair of grey furred legs wrapped in white tube socks and a pleated skirt. Justin followed the legs up until his gaze fell to rest on the rather grumpy visage of the newest housemate. The girl who was, technically, theoretically, his slave.

\t“We need to go on a date.” Gretchen said flatly. Her tone almost hostile.

\t“W-wha?” Justin blinked

\t“Do you need to do that in here?” The mole quickly chirped. A half-confrontational edge to her voice as she turned to the rather contented goat sitting at the other end of the room.

\tOzzy simply grinned and took another deep pull on his bong. His ears fluffing and flopping just a touch as he pulled himself even further back into the seat.

\tJustin watched as crippling social anxiety and aversion to ‘inappropriate’ behaviors hammered into each other in the girls mind. The torrent ripping at her mind for a few moments before anxiety won out and she turned her face back towards Justin.

\t“Are you asking me out?” The otter muttered

\t“No.” Gretchen muttered “T-that’s your job. But Mistress isn’t around. And if we’re all supposed to be together it makes sense if you and I go on some dates too. Right?”

\t“I guess?” The otter muttered. He winced, squinted, pulled himself up and gazed at the girl for a long moment. “So you want me to ask you out. Was there anywhere in particular you were looking to go?”

\t“You’re the Dominant.” Gretchen frumped the words angrily. Her deadpan was cut by a small blush on her cheeks. One that Justin suspected would only worsen her situation if he mentioned it. “Just tell me when we’re going out, and where. But not on Tuesday. Or Wednesday. I have classes all day both of those days. I don’t have time for anything else!”

\t“Fine” Justin muttered as he slumped back on the couch “Gimmie a while and I’ll come ask you when my body can move again.”

\t“Tell me.” Gretchen corrected

\t“Tell you, right.” The young man rolled his eyes, thankful the girl couldn’t see them, and slumped back on to the couch.

\tHe could hear his theoretical slave borderline stomping her way along the old floors, stopping for a moment, then moving on. He could only imagine the daggers she was staring at Ozzy for enjoying his legal and medicinal pot in his own living room. Not to mention the carefree grin the goat boy probably gave her in return.

\tHe knew she was gone when Ozzy’s game resumed. The older boy snickering just a touch. “Man, I thought a guy who landed two girls was supposed to be the dream. Is it always this crazy with you guys?”

\t“I donno.” Justin sighed. “But God I hope not.”

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\tIt should have been a perfect night. A crowd of oddballs and not-so-closet kinksters bursting their way free of a cramped old theater under a near full moon into the crisp September air of Kalamazoo in the wee hours.

\tIt was an atmosphere Justin had come to adore. The feel of the big city, or at least big by his standards. The warmth and hum of buildings set against the cool night air. Dull glows of street lamps in what felt like a forbidden and vacant world normally buzzing with activity.

\tBut not tonight.

\tHe made his way out of the theater, holding the door as he went so that Gretchen could slip by him. The mole was draped in his big, heavy leather trench coat and had been since early though the movie. She looked kind of cute, all but swimming in the oversized garment. The stony silence and deep frown on her face, not so much.

\t“I’m shocked you’ve never seen this thing before.” He murmured, hoping a bit of small talk would crack the ice.

\tGretchen simply grunted and slumped more into the jacket. She waited for him to start towards the car before following along. Maybe as a way to play up some kind of ‘good submissive’ role ideal. More likely because she didn’t know where they parked.

\tJustin shoved the key into his lock, stopped, then looked up over the roof at the mole girl. Gretchen was shivering, though absolutely not from the cold of the theater. Certainly not with them being out here now in the warm air with a warm jacket on top. She caught sight of him and looked away in a huff. Her eyes only slowly moving back to gaze at the man. His concern only grew, and her seeing that on his face seemed to foul her mood even further.

\t“So I take it you didn’t have fun?” he muttered.

\t“That was the worst!” Gretchen whimpered

\t“That was the worst, Sir.” Justin corrected in a mocking tone. The joke didn’t land. Instead causing the girl’s scowl to grow.

\t“Didn’t anyone know how you are supposed to act a theater? Why did they keep screaming? And throwing things? Everyone was so loud and rude and mean, and I think I got some rice in my hair!” The mole’s voice broke at the cusp of an angry sob. She gripped the heavy jacket like a cloak in one hand and used the other to knock grains of dried rice out of her frizzy curls. The sheer amount that managed to fall to the asphalt was staggering and made Justin feel at least a bit relieved she had done that before getting into the car.

\t“I admit I haven’t been to a true big screening of this before. But I mean, that’s how RHPS goes, right?” The otter shrugged.

\tGretchen glanced over at the door they’d just left. A sea of makeshift Magentas and dad bod Rocky’s streaming out amidst people in cheap bondage gear, drag outfits or just normal every day clothes. She gripped the door handle and bit back a growl. Justin’s key turned, he pulled himself in, and soon had unlocked her door as well. At that Gretchen all but collapsed into the car and tossed the coat unceremoniously towards what would be the back seat if the corvette had a back seat. It instead ended up balled over the middle console and Justin was quick to drape the thing into its proper spot over his own drivers side seat.

\t“Look, I’m sorry.” Justin sighed while leaning against the ragged steering wheel. “I mean we barely know each other at this point, and I just wanted this to be special. We’re both adults, both out on our own for the first time. I just figured a movie might be a good way to kick things off.”

\t“That wasn’t a movie!” the mole snapped. “That was… I don’t know what it was. But it wasn’t a movie.”

\t“So I’m guessing Steak N Shake is out of the question?” Justin smirked a little, then slumped. The attempt at humor clearly having no impact on the girl. He gripped the wheel tight for a few long moments. His own breathing slowed as he tried to shake off the unease.

\tA moment later the otter’s paw was at the mole’s cheek. Cupping her face gently, turning it towards him. Looking her in the eye as he brushed a bit of that wild hair from her face.

\tGretchen blushed. Her expression softening for just a split second. Big brown eyes shimmering before glancing away. She turned and huffed. The two both falling silent. Justin started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot, heading off back home.

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\t“I need a ride to the library.”

\tJustin glanced up from the couch. A can of vanilla coke and big bag of sun chips poised on the end table. The PS4 controller in hand, his whole body sunk back into the warm embrace of the couch behind him.

\tGretchen was gazing at him. She also didn’t seem to care. Her eyes dull and annoyed while looking at the otter who was supposed to be her Master.

\tJustin looked longingly at the screen for a few moments. His soft headfur, the blonde lockes finally treated well enough to be more than a matted pile of mullet, fell over one eye while he gazed up at the girl who had deigned to interrupt his one free day that week.

\t“You can’t use the bus?” He muttered. The look on her face answer enough. Pulling him to his feet as he shoved the controller aside and brushed a few crumbs from his cheap ratty ‘The Cure’ tee shirt.

\tNeither one of them spoke. Not going out to the car. Not on the car ride. Gretchen sat quietly in the passengers seat. She seemed insistent to make herself little more than a lump of stony bitterness the whole trip there. It was an unnerving contrast to the docile  and oft energetic Hui. The girl who had spent more time in that seat than anyone since Justin had gotten the car.

\tIt was nice enough in the abstract. The musty smell of wood, leather and stale books filled the remarkably large cylinder of the city’s main public library. The two furs wandered their way though the rows of books with the same hollow silence. Gretchen kept a half pace behind him and half hidden behind Justin’s right side. There weren’t too many people in the building to begin with.

\tThe pair wandered for a good half hour before Gretchen finally realized she had to tell Justin where they were going. Or rather, before his asking finally made her realize she hadn‘t told him. Admittedly she didn‘t particularly mind the time spent wandering the library. The strange, otherworldly wonder of books in long rows like some forest of learning, awash in the smell of paper and ink. At least an hour, and possibly more, vanished in quiet conversation and gentle wandering punctuated by searches for books the mole girl actually needed for some of her less scientific classes.

\tEventually this somehow found them down in the lower levels, tucked between a pair of steel shelves where older collections of comic books and graphic novels rested. The mole so enchanted by the search that she was unsure if this was even for a class, or if it was for Justin. Or maybe for her.

\t“I am sorry you didn’t enjoy the movie though.” Justin sighed “I mean I know you said to pick, but I probably shouldn’t have gone for something that out of left field when I don’t even know your tastes yet.”

\tGretchen shook her head glumly “Honestly I don’t remember much of it. Just all the people. The yelling. Things hitting me. I was trying to just focus on the movie but people wouldn’t shut up and stay quiet. Then my chest started to feel all funny and-” She shook her head and set the book down on her pile, reaching up for another compilation of comics. She pulled it out just enough to see the Fantastic Four on the cover, and promptly put it back.

\tJustin was quiet for a long moment. He clutched his legs, looking at the girl while his head bounced back and forth on what he should say. “Have you been to a doctor about that?” As usual Justin’s mouth blurted out before his brain could settle on anything serious.

\tThe question drew a bit of a flinch from the girl, but that was about it. She looked up at him longways and then back down at her lap. A dejected smile hitting her muzzle. “I was taking something for a while. But it’s nothing major. Just some stupid feelings I need to get over. I’m an adult. I should be able to just shrug it off. If I can’t, that just means I gotta work on it more.”

\tThe slap was loud. It wasn’t hard. There really was no pain. But in the quiet calm of the Library’s inner depths it reverberated out though the narrow corridors and felt as if it would drift up to the highest floors and rows.

\tGretchen found herself looking into those blue eyes. His hand firmly on her muzzle. Her body shivering at the sudden shift of things while her brain struggled to catch up.

\t“No.” Justin said firmly.

\t“N-no what?” There was no sarcasm in Gretchen’s voice. No snideness or even anxiety. She was too stunned for any of that. She sounded weak and small. Vulnerable without the hard shell of hate she always wore. Much to her shame, it didn’t feel awful.

\t“You don’t need to ‘tough it out’. You won’t be doing that. Not while I have any say in it. There’s nothing wrong with taking care of yourself and your mental health. If you have anxiety or some shit, you need to tell me. Tell both of us. I’m not having one of my slaves feel horrible all the time because she wants to pretend she’s a normie.”

\t“I said I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself!” The thought was quickly cut off by another slap, this one a bit harder. Gretchen blinked back the shock and reached up to touch her cheek. It felt hot under the fuzzy fur. So hot that it took her a moment to realize it wasn’t the one he’d slapped. She was blushing. Badly. Worse, she was biting her lip.

\t“This isn’t a negotiation.” Justin continued. “If going somewhere is going to make you feel anxious, you tell us. If you need to leave a situation, you tell us. If things get bad and you need to safe word, you fucking safe word. Am I understood?”

\t“Yes.” Gretchen muttered meekly. Her words cut off by a small nudge from the hand holding her cheek. His digits forcing her face up to meet his for just a moment. “Yes Master!” The words were blurted before she even knew she was saying them. She just looked up into the mans eyes for the longest time. Dimly aware of her knees being pulled to her chest, of her breath evening out even as her stomach fluttered and her heart jolted itself into an uncomfortable doki-doki. Every fiber of masochism in the young woman’s body thrummed and twitched while she quivered in a helpless little pile.

\t“Good girl, little one.” Justin finally replied. He placed a small kiss on her forehead and slumped back to where he was sitting, watching her closely.

\tThe mole hugged herself tight and sat there silently for the longest time. Utterly hating the rush of conflicting emotions she felt. Basking in the strange and surreal emotions brought on by the moment. She made no effort to move, and for the longest time neither did Justin. Only the sound of their breathing and the smell of old books served to accent the still crystallized moment which the pair now occupied.

\tIt wasn’t quite clear when things started moving again. Gretchen went for the pile of books, only to stop and curl back onto herself when Justin grabbed them up. He helped her stand and nodded to her, taking the lead as they made their way up to the front.

\t“I’m sorry if I pushed things a bit far.” Justin sighed finally “I am worried. But I also want you to tell me if I go too far, ok? Hui and I are really comfortable with just ‘getting’ each other and I kinda just started realizing you and I don’t have that.”

\tGretchen nodded. She said nothing as the librarian scanned her books and checked her card. She held them to her chest as they walked back to the car, instantly realizing she was hugging books to her chest while a boy walked her somewhere. A boy who liked her. It was only then that the gawky mole realized she was finally living a scene from a thousand anime. One she’d dreamed of but dared not imagine she’d get to enjoy.

\t“I’ll drop you off at home and then go grab us something to eat.” Justin affirmed. “That way you can focus. That sound ok?”

\t“Yessir.” Gretchen nodded bashfully and hugged the books tighter. A small blush forming under her soft fur.

\t“Good girl.” He smiled “Maybe if you want we can play some smash after. The game, I mean. Not… you know. I don’t think you ever told me who you main in that.”

\tGretchen blinked a bit and looked away. She paused while her Master opened the car door for her and slipped in to the seat as best she could while refusing to let go of her cross-armed grasp on the books. “I haven’t really played it yet.” She admitted once he slipped into the drivers seat.

\t“Really? Well I’m sure we have some other games that do co-op. Minecraft, maybe? That seems right up your ally.”

\tGretchen shook her head and folded her ears down as the not-unpleasant shame washed over her. “I uh, I don’t really.” she confessed

\t“Huh. That Mario maker game then?” The otter offered “Or maybe Monster Hunter? Or, wait, I guess you might do more JRPG stuff.”

\tEach one the mole shamefully shook her head to. She simply ground the tips of her sneakers into the footwell and wriggled herself into the old leather seat as she tried to bite back on the odd and frankly irrational embarrassment. “None.” She finally whimpered at an almost whisper

\t“So you don’t play any games?” Justin blinked

\t“I don’t have time.” Gretchen muttered “Besides, is it really that different watching some cute Vtubers play though them? Cute anime girls screaming about SCPs is way more fun than just walking around a cheap game full of monsters that I don’t know what they are.”

\t“You do realize that’s gonna bite you, right?” Justin snickered “Hui’s been dragging me into whatever cosplay hits her head for years. It only got worse when she got used to the idea of ‘Justine’. She’s gonna hammer you with clips and push you to play games to get you in character.”

\tThe mole’s cheeks suddenly flushed under her grey fur. The realization hitting her square in the face. “So uh, I can’t like, safe word my way out of it?”

\t“Again.” Justin sighed “I’m the Dom here, and I can’t. She obsesses. I figured you’d already know that by now.”

\t“Y-yeah… it is pretty cute.” The mole muttered with a nasily, dreamy groan.

\t“You should at least play Persona 5” Justin nodded “She fond out it’s my fave so it became one of her go-to’s. Actually by this point I’d say it’s more her favorite than mine. That will probably buy you a few weeks of her good graces when she gets that itch.”

\t“I’m not sitting though a whole JRPG.” The mole growled. Even still her face was straining to keep the detached aggression. The blush was impossible to hide and her foot was digging into the floor while she tried like hell to bite back a whimper. “B-but, I mean… If you wanna play it. A-and you can help me work on my character thingy. A-and I’ll just pretend you’re some bishi femmie V-tuber boy? T-that wouldn’t be so bad. I guess.”

\tNo sooner had she said it than Gretchen turned away from the otter. She gripped her elbow hard and tried to scrunch her body in on itself while suppressing a tiny bit of hyperventilation. The nervousness welled p for a tortured eternity of moments before feeling a paw grip her muzzle and slowly, gently turn her around. Her face guided up to those striking blue eyes once more.

\t“I suppose I can do that.” Justin murred. At once the way Hui saw him made some small amount of sense in Gretchen’s mind. “And what do you say?”

\t“T-thank you?” Gretchen muttered dumbly. Looking up at the young mans warm, expectant smile

\t“S-sir…”

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