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Does it work? Well, kinda.", "writing": "Collared Chapter 9: Bento\nBy TerraMGP\t\n\n\tOnce upon a time the idea of going out for any reason would have turned Gretchen’s stomach. It wasn’t right. It made no sense. Exposing oneself to the public was a last resort tactic when all other, better options had failed. She still thought that, to an extent. But staying at home was driving her up the damn wall.\n\n\tHer homework was done, though. In fact most of what she had seen in the text for her classes was just stuff she read up on regularly anyways. She couldn’t get to the organic chemistry bullshit yet and until she did there wasn’t much chance she’d have any major problems studying anyways. So in spite of having two majors the overlap between them had left her with free time.\n\n\tWorse, it was free time without Mistress. Hui was still in high school. She was still out until the afternoon. Hell, the gorgeous little goddess Gretchen had sworn herself too didn’t even seem to have the time this semester to assign her proper slave tasks. Or maybe she was just worried about pushing her pet too hard. Mistress was so thoughtful like that. Just keeping her limited to some moderate body writing, wearing a plug, and reviewing the backlog of dirty fiction that Hui had written.\n\n\tIt wasn’t enough, though. Gretchen needed something else. She needed some way to keep herself busy. Something that wouldn’t absorb every shred of free time she had like starting a new video game or a new book series.\n\n\tThat was why she stood here now, Boba tea in paw and a lump in the pocket of her faded WMU hoodie. Breathing in the unpleasantly fresh air and leaning between a tattoo parlor and what she was fairly sure people called a bodega. Was that what they were called? She was fairly sure they didn’t have those in Saugatuck. Not that she ever went out.\n\n\tShe was waiting until the right time of day. At least that’s what she told herself. She’d actually arrived a few hours earlier to make sure she had a buffer in case she messed up with the bus. When she got there, she had asked at the tattoo parlor if she was in the right spot. That got her yelled at. Fucking undignified people with their marked up bodies acting as if she were somehow unworthy of going to the dungeon just because she didn’t look like them. They’d probably think she was waiting out of fear. That she was simply trying to build up her courage before going into an actual, real, literal sex club. But that didn’t make any sense. She wanted to surprise Justin at work. A hand packed Bento was the best way. Hell she’d do that for Mistress every day if she could. But without being able to do that, her Master was a good second choice to offer such a from-the-heart service. She simply wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to end up with it sitting there in some fridge getting too cold. \n\n\tNot that Jets Pizza was bad when cold. But she’d already sliced it up small like a bento should be. Plus it might get him in trouble. This was a dungeon after all. Did they even have a break room?\n\n\tAs it stood, it wasn’t until almost two that Gretchen finally felt comfortable getting herself up from her spot and walking around behind the building towards the door she’d been told about by the tattoo artist lady. She did her best to ignore the rush of anxiety and fear all the way down those steps. She also did her best not to yelp in shock when a sable in a maid uniform opened the door for her. A young woman probably only a few years older than Gretchen, yet in terms of refinement and poise she was on a whole other level. It didn’t hurt that she was probably two thirds the mole’s weight, a few inches taller and actually built like a girl instead of a plastic bag.\n\n\tA little kernel of jealousy gnawed at the back of the mole’s brain. This is what her owners deserved. Not the frumpy girl awkwardly waddling in to a sex club for the first time early in the afternoon.\n\n\tThe one benefit to the time was that the place was empty. Well, nearly empty. What kind of people might go to a dungeon in the middle of the day was an unnerving thing to consider. A few of them at least seemed to be workers. A couple of men in tattered clothes working to set up a wooden pony on the club’s small stage. There were a handful of furs scattered around at the tables, though. Some of them had the distinct ‘mussed’ look of someone who regularly worked nights. The bags under the eyes and the stooped posture. Many were obviously workers. That was easy enough to tell as they were the ones who wore outfits made of leather straps, tight vinyl or the like. Prostitution was illegal. Gretchen had to remind herself that. But this was sex work, and sex work was real work. So it would also be wrong to make any sort of snide comments or ask stupid questions. Not here, anyways.\n\n\tThe maid said something to her before going off to resume work, but Gretchen wasn’t paying much attention. She scanned the room a few times. Watching as the few patrons sat getting up the courage to approach one of the workers, or just sitting there doing nothing like this was some normal bar. \n\n\tGretchen had to remind herself that she’d never been in a normal bar. Or a fetish club. Honestly her only reference for either was TV and/or old Hentai.\n\n\tThere was no sign of her Master anywhere. Indeed the only people who looked anything at all like he usually did were the people on stage who’d just finished working. It was only her fear of others that kept her from marching up to one of the maids running around and asking for him. Fortunately, she didn’t have to.\n\n\tThere was an otter. A slender thing with a purple wig and spider web lace fingerless gloves. One clutching an unlit clove cigarette between its fingers, the other a Shirley temple. The girl tapped her black-painted claws impatiently on the table and looked around between sips. The corner where Gretchen stood was just outside of the otter girls field of vision. But it was in a good enough position to get a good look at ‘her’ face when she turned. At the familiar blue eye as it cut though the purple bangs flowing over it. That doofily sincere smile turned into a disaffected scowl under a line of black lipstick.\n\n\tIt took a while to be sure. In truth Gretchen wanted to ask. But her desire to surprise her owner, and her desire to simply get out of there, all served to push her towards the pretty girl in the lacy black dress. Step by nervous step. Out of place sneakers twisting into the cold hard floor while she lowered her head and cast her eyes down before they ended up resting on the unfairly pretty legs of the otter ‘girl’ sat alone in the corner.\n\n\tShe had known that Justin was working as a pay-dom. Obviously why else would he be there? She’d also known it was Mistress’ idea. Otherwise she’d probably confront him on her behalf. This, though. This was not what she expected. This seemed impossible. There were so many questions racing though the mole’s head and any attempt to answer just left her with even more questions.\n\n\tThe worst part was, she was cute. He. Whatever. Cuter than her. Not the manic pixie dream girl of Hui. This otter girl had a detached cruelty and bored charm. She looked like someone who could step on a person and make them feel guilty for wasting her time. Dozens of dirty thoughts raced though the girls brain faster than she could pick them out. A particularly dirty one involving her kneeling behind this girl and watching as she dominated Hui, Gretchen being such an unimportant little cuck that she’d get smacked around by that rudder tail without this ‘Justin’ even noticing it. It was an embarrassingly goofy notion. She stored it away for later. She had so very many questions she had to ask later.\n\n\tEventually she started moving. God only knew how. Once again Gretchen’s body went on autopilot. She dropped to her knees, wincing from the pain of her poorly controlled descent. Her claws tugged and fussed frantically with the hoodie until she was finally able to withdraw a large rounded rectangle of grey rubberized plastic with a see though green window and a simple green latch. She held up the lunch above her head and whimpered. The poor girls voice cracking a bit. It was far too loud for a place like this, especially this early.\n\n\t“Ma-, er Miss. You forgot your lunch this morning.” Was that the right thing to say? Did anyone here know about ‘her’? About who this unfairly cute otter girl was? Did he want them to? Worried thoughts shot though her brain while Gretchen held the bento above her head. The fear subsided a bit when it was pulled from her claws and set on the table. Only to return when she felt a paw grab her muzzle. The otter looking down at her and gritting his teeth firmly. \n\n\t“What are you doing?” the cross dressed otter hissed. Far more quiet than she’d managed. All the same that paw gripping her face sent Gretchen’s cheeks ablaze, as did the girlish look of her Master in this outfit gazing down at her. His outrage was terrifying for the already anxious girl. But it was also undeniably hot.\n\n\t“I-I’m sorry.” She muttered. Gretchen was unable to look away now. She was trapped in that grip simply though raw reverent dread. “I… I simply wished to surprise you. I thought I would… S-sorry.” She sighed.\n\n\tJustin sighed and leaned back, letting her chin go. He slipped the cigarette between painted lips and sucked on it. There was no light, and thus no smoke. The otter quickly growled his annoyance and tossed the thing down on to the table.\n\n\t“Little one.” Justin’s voice still held a feminine quality. Indeed it was something easily mistaken for a girls. A higher falsetto mixed with a cold detachment not at all akin to the doofus Gretchen knew and was learning to really like. “You really should not be here right now. The only reason I came in this early was because Ms Dubois said she had someone she had recommended to me.”\n\n\t“O-oh… Forgive me, Miss. This one is sorry.” Gretchen slumped down further. She was dimly aware of the scene she’d made. Most of the few people in the bar were now looking at her. Deja vous all over again.\n\n\tJustin let out a soft sigh and turned to face her. His index knuckle curled under her chin and titled it up. The gothy girl looking down at Gretchen could have almost been her Master’s twin if she hadn’t known better. A detached, unimpressed twin full of delicious contempt for the mole at that moment. “We will need to discuss this when you get home. Am I understood, girl?” The otter’s voice holding just a small hint of annoyance. Perhaps even cold anger.\n\n\tGretchen shuddered and gripped the hem of her skirt as she nodded softly.\n\n\t“I interrupting something?” An unfamiliar voice called from behind Gretchen. \n\n\tThe otter broke his gaze from his pet to look at the one speaking. Gretchen took the chance to do similar. She noticed two figures. One was a Sable girl in a maid uniform, her hair and fur a near mirror of the pine martin. The other was a chipmunk boy with short cropped brown hair in thick rimmed glasses looking almost as nervous and out of place as Gretchen. The poor thing tagging along behind the maid like some lost puppy.\n\n\tJustin groaned and glanced down at Gretchen once more. “You may go read at the book store and then meet me at the car when I text you, little one. We’ll discuss this when we get home.”\n\n\tGretchen simply nodded and bowed her head. She leaned in to kiss the tip of the otter’s gothy, buckle laden boot before pulling herself up to stand. She walked part way out, then paused, her ear twitched from the unfamiliar sound of her owner in the guise of a girl.\n\n\t“One of your girls, Justine?” The maid asked\n\n\t“Noir, could you do me a favor and put this in the bar fridge for me?” Justin, or rather Justine, sighed.\n\n\tThe sound of her carefully prepared lunch being handed off to some random girl like an inconvenience killed any further interest she had in eavesdropping. The mole simply ran her way out of the dungeon and into the harsh sunlight.\n\n---------------------\n\n\tMuch like yesterday, Gretchen was forced to take the bus. It wasn’t any easier. There were still horrible strangers with their horrible auras of discomfort radiating all over the place. It was still a long and confusing ride which required her to keep her phone map up to ensure she was going to reach the right place. The one positive thing she could say about the whole experience was that she was somewhat sure the hours-long trip took her further away from the bad parts of town rather than closer. Out to a part of Kalamazoo with a mix of businesses and houses rather than the more developed and dense area where the dungeon had been.\n\n\tIt wasn’t hard to spot her destination. Just a large cement building with a simple sign out front and a couple of motorcycles visible along with lots of parts on racks that she assumed to be for motorcycles as well. It was about as obvious as it could get. And yet it still took the mole a good half hour of hemming and hawing before she was finally able to march her way in and do what needed to be done.\n\n\tIt took ten minutes of pacing awkwardly and shuffling about before she had enough courage to go inside the shop. Another five to finally try heading in to the front office when nobody approached her on the sales floor, or whatever it was called. Finally, a mere ten minutes after that she was able to march herself out into the shop area. Eyes fixed mostly on the floor to avoid the strangers who looked up at her and likely asked some questions she didn’t pay attention to.\n\n\tJustin was at one of the bikes, his fur covered in grease marks and his paws eagerly twisting and twiddling on some screws as he worked to affix a gas tank. Gretchen still lacked the courage to say anything with so many people around. She stood just out of sight a few paces back. She could feel the eyes of others on her. She tried telling herself she didn’t care. That it didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. Those digger claws pressing into the rubbery plastic of the meal container as she waited for the boy to notice.\n\n\tHe did notice. In fact Justin almost slammed right into her when turning around. He stumbled backwards and winced when his ass smashed against the bike, turning again to ensure the thing would stay up. Fortunately both wheels were secured and it didn’t budge. It still caused his heart to race with panic, and caused a few of the others around them to laugh.\n\n\tSlamming her eyes shut, Gretchen thrust the bento out before her and turned her head away. The rigid pose once again feeling almost like a caricature of some manga panel or something. “You forgot your lunch, Master. I’m sorry. I hope you like it!” Too loud. Too stilted. Too scared. She was such an utter loser. Her paws shook while waiting for him to take the food from her. This time, hopefully, she had done it right.\n\n\tA bit of stress evaporated when Justin took the bento from her. Only a bit, though. He put a paw on her shoulder and squeezed until her eyes open and she cast her gaze upon him. “Come on.” He muttered. More laughs starting up from the other workers as the otter boy began walking outside. \n\n\tGretchen followed her Master out into the parking lot. She could feel each slow shuffling step dragging along the asphalt as he made his way out towards his car and the thigh high cement barrier set between the lot and a small ravine. The otter boy took a seat and pulled a silvery object from his pocket. The long cylinder of cheap polished metal lit up with a blue LED glow as he took a deep drag on the vape and blew out a gout of vanilla scented water vapor.\n\n\t“Mistress is going to be mad at you for that.” Gretchen’s usual tattle-tale sing song was blunted. She stood beside the otter with the bento held out. Her claws tapping nervously on the plastic container until he finally took it and set it down in his lap. \n\n\tJustin took one last drag on the object before shoving it back into his pocket. “Yeah, I know. I’m trying to cut back.” he sighed “Never should have started this stupid trend.”\n\n\t“I am sorry I made you mad, Sir.” The mole blurted the words out almost too quickly. Her cheeks darkening. He looked at her for a long moment and she was sure she was in for another scolding. Every muscle in her body tensed up as the inexperienced little slave braced for the verbal blow to come.\n\n\t“Sit down, little one.” The boy finally sighed.\n\n\tShe did. Her skirt did little to block the feeling of rough concrete under her rump. Gretchen watched her Master pop open the bento. None of the food itself was Japanese. The smaller compartments had grapes, cheese-its and some peanut butter M&Ms in its three dividers. The large compartment was a club sandwich cut up into cubes to be about as Japanese as the mole could manage. The whole thing looked a bit pathetic to her now. Still, she watched him take one of the small bits of sandwich and nom it down without hesitation. A nervous smile crossed her muzzle at his enjoyment even if she suspected much of it was just him indulging her.\n\n\tEventually Gretchen’s eyes had turned to the ground. She wanted to say thank you for him actually eating it in front of her this time. She wanted to say so many things. All of those things died in her throat when the hand came. Soft and gentle, even with the grease and dirt caught up on his digits. Justin guided her face up and locked her trembling gaze to his. The boy’s bright blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight.\n\n\t“Look, I really do appreciate what you did.” Justin’s thumb slowly ran along the fuzzy cheek fur of his pet. His firm hand keeping her from looking shamefully to one side “I appreciated it last night, too. But you can’t just go around doing this kind of thing in public. Especially at work.”\n\n\t“I don’t understand.” The mole whined a bit and bit her lip so hard she was sure it would bleed. She could practically feel her heartbeat as her palms pushed together. Or could she? It may be placebo effect. But it was real enough to her.\n\n\tJustin sighed and leaned in until their muzzles almost touched. She could feel his hot breath breaking on her face. “Little one, they don’t consent to this. This isn’t a place where people are expecting to see kink. A lot of them are probably feeling really awkward right now. Hell, I think half the guys in here are pretty devoutly religious. I was a bit worried to even tell them I have two girlfriends.”\n\n\t“G-girlfriend?” The word choked out. This time Gretchen did manage to cast her face down. Her paws quickly brushing at the top of her muzzle in that shameful little dirt-clearing reflex while the whine in her throat felt like it was going to pop her vocal chords.\n\n\tThe kiss on the cheek she got in return didn’t help matters much. Once again she was forced to look at him, and once again she felt her heart twitching almost the way it did around Hui. The boy smiled and kissed her on the nose tip. “That really shouldn’t come as a shock” he snickered “I figured that was kind of established already. But you do understand, right? It’s not fair to them forcing our way of life on others. It’s one thing to wear a day collar or have appropriate responses to your owner. It’s another to basically throw out slave positions in front of random strangers.”\n\n\t“I… I guess I didn’t think of that. I’ll be honest. I don’t really think about other people that much in general. It all seems pretty pointless if you ask me.” She shifted herself to lay her head on his shoulder. It was a comforting position. Mostly it was to hide some of the contempt she felt though. It was contempt that was eroding for Justin. But those people in there. The random strangers. Just the thought of them made her stomach twist and her whole body tense.\n\n\t“Can I ask you something, Sir?” The girl muttered finally “If it’s a big deal, then why didn’t you let me do anything at the club? It seems like that’d be the best place to be ourselves if anywhere.”\n\n\tThe otter boy’s arm wrapping around Gretchen was not at all expected. Nor was the small chuckle. She’d honestly expected him to be mad, but if anything Justin simply looked listless. “The last thing I want is to drag you into that. I was working. I mean, you saw me end up with a client. Right? I’m already a bit worried about how people are going to act in that place. The last thing I need is some asshole whining about dragging you into it or harassing you because they think being a slave means any Dom can push you around.”\n\n\t“B-but I’m our property! If you wanted to use me to make money, then I should feel grateful for the chance to be raped and debased!” It was only when the words left her mouth that Gretchen realized she was probably being too loud. From where they sat across from the shops open garage door she was sure she could see people looking out at her. The reluctant mole quickly pulled her hood up over her curly mop of headfur and tucked further away in Justin’s embrace to shelter from the hopefully imagined gazes.\n\n\t“See?” he sighed “You really think you could handle a full session ‘helping’ me with some rando? Most of em aren’t cute like that boy was, either.”\n\n\t“I-it doesn’t matter what I ‘can’ handle. Master’s well being is what should matter.” This time Gretchen made sure to keep her voice down. Not that it helped with the feeling of eyes hammering on her. She didn’t want to accept that he was right. She wanted to prove him wrong about what she was and how good she cold be. But even then it felt almost impossible to deny how utterly crippled she felt at the mere thought of it. Though maybe if she was somehow shoved into one of those full body suits with the gas masks. Or tied up so she couldn’t escape even if she wanted.\n\n\tA kiss on the forehead killed that train of thought dead in its tracks. Justin pulled her closer and leaned into her ear “If nothing else though, bringing me lunch was Kawaii as fuck.”\n\n\t“Really?” She yelped “So you didn’t hate it? I mean, it really was just not wanting people to harass me? Because if you don’t like what I make I can stop.”\n\n\tHe shook his head and sighed “Ever play one of those ‘story of seasons’ games? Trust me, my heart color went up at least one level from all of that.”\n\n\tWith that Justin went back to eating his food, and Gretchen set herself up to snuggle into him some. It was about all she could manage to do at this point. But for the first time in a long time she felt comfortable outside of her own room.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 9: Bento
By TerraMGP\t

\tOnce upon a time the idea of going out for any reason would have turned Gretchen’s stomach. It wasn’t right. It made no sense. Exposing oneself to the public was a last resort tactic when all other, better options had failed. She still thought that, to an extent. But staying at home was driving her up the damn wall.

\tHer homework was done, though. In fact most of what she had seen in the text for her classes was just stuff she read up on regularly anyways. She couldn’t get to the organic chemistry bullshit yet and until she did there wasn’t much chance she’d have any major problems studying anyways. So in spite of having two majors the overlap between them had left her with free time.

\tWorse, it was free time without Mistress. Hui was still in high school. She was still out until the afternoon. Hell, the gorgeous little goddess Gretchen had sworn herself too didn’t even seem to have the time this semester to assign her proper slave tasks. Or maybe she was just worried about pushing her pet too hard. Mistress was so thoughtful like that. Just keeping her limited to some moderate body writing, wearing a plug, and reviewing the backlog of dirty fiction that Hui had written.

\tIt wasn’t enough, though. Gretchen needed something else. She needed some way to keep herself busy. Something that wouldn’t absorb every shred of free time she had like starting a new video game or a new book series.

\tThat was why she stood here now, Boba tea in paw and a lump in the pocket of her faded WMU hoodie. Breathing in the unpleasantly fresh air and leaning between a tattoo parlor and what she was fairly sure people called a bodega. Was that what they were called? She was fairly sure they didn’t have those in Saugatuck. Not that she ever went out.

\tShe was waiting until the right time of day. At least that’s what she told herself. She’d actually arrived a few hours earlier to make sure she had a buffer in case she messed up with the bus. When she got there, she had asked at the tattoo parlor if she was in the right spot. That got her yelled at. Fucking undignified people with their marked up bodies acting as if she were somehow unworthy of going to the dungeon just because she didn’t look like them. They’d probably think she was waiting out of fear. That she was simply trying to build up her courage before going into an actual, real, literal sex club. But that didn’t make any sense. She wanted to surprise Justin at work. A hand packed Bento was the best way. Hell she’d do that for Mistress every day if she could. But without being able to do that, her Master was a good second choice to offer such a from-the-heart service. She simply wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to end up with it sitting there in some fridge getting too cold.

\tNot that Jets Pizza was bad when cold. But she’d already sliced it up small like a bento should be. Plus it might get him in trouble. This was a dungeon after all. Did they even have a break room?

\tAs it stood, it wasn’t until almost two that Gretchen finally felt comfortable getting herself up from her spot and walking around behind the building towards the door she’d been told about by the tattoo artist lady. She did her best to ignore the rush of anxiety and fear all the way down those steps. She also did her best not to yelp in shock when a sable in a maid uniform opened the door for her. A young woman probably only a few years older than Gretchen, yet in terms of refinement and poise she was on a whole other level. It didn’t hurt that she was probably two thirds the mole’s weight, a few inches taller and actually built like a girl instead of a plastic bag.

\tA little kernel of jealousy gnawed at the back of the mole’s brain. This is what her owners deserved. Not the frumpy girl awkwardly waddling in to a sex club for the first time early in the afternoon.

\tThe one benefit to the time was that the place was empty. Well, nearly empty. What kind of people might go to a dungeon in the middle of the day was an unnerving thing to consider. A few of them at least seemed to be workers. A couple of men in tattered clothes working to set up a wooden pony on the club’s small stage. There were a handful of furs scattered around at the tables, though. Some of them had the distinct ‘mussed’ look of someone who regularly worked nights. The bags under the eyes and the stooped posture. Many were obviously workers. That was easy enough to tell as they were the ones who wore outfits made of leather straps, tight vinyl or the like. Prostitution was illegal. Gretchen had to remind herself that. But this was sex work, and sex work was real work. So it would also be wrong to make any sort of snide comments or ask stupid questions. Not here, anyways.

\tThe maid said something to her before going off to resume work, but Gretchen wasn’t paying much attention. She scanned the room a few times. Watching as the few patrons sat getting up the courage to approach one of the workers, or just sitting there doing nothing like this was some normal bar.

\tGretchen had to remind herself that she’d never been in a normal bar. Or a fetish club. Honestly her only reference for either was TV and/or old Hentai.

\tThere was no sign of her Master anywhere. Indeed the only people who looked anything at all like he usually did were the people on stage who’d just finished working. It was only her fear of others that kept her from marching up to one of the maids running around and asking for him. Fortunately, she didn’t have to.

\tThere was an otter. A slender thing with a purple wig and spider web lace fingerless gloves. One clutching an unlit clove cigarette between its fingers, the other a Shirley temple. The girl tapped her black-painted claws impatiently on the table and looked around between sips. The corner where Gretchen stood was just outside of the otter girls field of vision. But it was in a good enough position to get a good look at ‘her’ face when she turned. At the familiar blue eye as it cut though the purple bangs flowing over it. That doofily sincere smile turned into a disaffected scowl under a line of black lipstick.

\tIt took a while to be sure. In truth Gretchen wanted to ask. But her desire to surprise her owner, and her desire to simply get out of there, all served to push her towards the pretty girl in the lacy black dress. Step by nervous step. Out of place sneakers twisting into the cold hard floor while she lowered her head and cast her eyes down before they ended up resting on the unfairly pretty legs of the otter ‘girl’ sat alone in the corner.

\tShe had known that Justin was working as a pay-dom. Obviously why else would he be there? She’d also known it was Mistress’ idea. Otherwise she’d probably confront him on her behalf. This, though. This was not what she expected. This seemed impossible. There were so many questions racing though the mole’s head and any attempt to answer just left her with even more questions.

\tThe worst part was, she was cute. He. Whatever. Cuter than her. Not the manic pixie dream girl of Hui. This otter girl had a detached cruelty and bored charm. She looked like someone who could step on a person and make them feel guilty for wasting her time. Dozens of dirty thoughts raced though the girls brain faster than she could pick them out. A particularly dirty one involving her kneeling behind this girl and watching as she dominated Hui, Gretchen being such an unimportant little cuck that she’d get smacked around by that rudder tail without this ‘Justin’ even noticing it. It was an embarrassingly goofy notion. She stored it away for later. She had so very many questions she had to ask later.

\tEventually she started moving. God only knew how. Once again Gretchen’s body went on autopilot. She dropped to her knees, wincing from the pain of her poorly controlled descent. Her claws tugged and fussed frantically with the hoodie until she was finally able to withdraw a large rounded rectangle of grey rubberized plastic with a see though green window and a simple green latch. She held up the lunch above her head and whimpered. The poor girls voice cracking a bit. It was far too loud for a place like this, especially this early.

\t“Ma-, er Miss. You forgot your lunch this morning.” Was that the right thing to say? Did anyone here know about ‘her’? About who this unfairly cute otter girl was?  Did he want them to? Worried thoughts shot though her brain while Gretchen held the bento above her head. The fear subsided a bit when it was pulled from her claws and set on the table. Only to return when she felt a paw grab her muzzle. The otter looking down at her and gritting his teeth firmly.

\t“What are you doing?” the cross dressed otter hissed. Far more quiet than she’d managed. All the same that paw gripping her face sent Gretchen’s cheeks ablaze, as did the girlish look of her Master in this outfit gazing down at her. His outrage was terrifying for the already anxious girl. But it was also undeniably hot.

\t“I-I’m sorry.” She muttered. Gretchen was unable to look away now. She was trapped in that grip simply though raw reverent dread. “I… I simply wished to surprise you. I thought I would… S-sorry.” She sighed.

\tJustin sighed and leaned back, letting her chin go. He slipped the cigarette between painted lips and sucked on it. There was no light, and thus no smoke. The otter quickly growled his annoyance and tossed the thing down on to the table.

\t“Little one.” Justin’s voice still held a feminine quality. Indeed it was something easily mistaken for a girls. A higher falsetto mixed with a cold detachment not at all akin to the doofus Gretchen knew and was learning to really like. “You really should not be here right now. The only reason I came in this early was because Ms Dubois said she had someone she had recommended to me.”

\t“O-oh… Forgive me, Miss. This one is sorry.” Gretchen slumped down further. She was dimly aware of the scene she’d made. Most of the few people in the bar were now looking at her. Deja vous all over again.

\tJustin let out a soft sigh and turned to face her. His index knuckle curled under her chin and titled it up. The gothy girl looking down at Gretchen could have almost been her Master’s twin if she hadn’t known better. A detached, unimpressed twin full of delicious contempt for the mole at that moment. “We will need to discuss this when you get home. Am I understood, girl?” The otter’s voice holding just a small hint of annoyance. Perhaps even cold anger.

\tGretchen shuddered and gripped the hem of her skirt as she nodded softly.

\t“I interrupting something?” An unfamiliar voice called from behind Gretchen.

\tThe otter broke his gaze from his pet to look at the one speaking. Gretchen took the chance to do similar. She noticed two figures. One was a Sable girl in a maid uniform, her hair and fur a near mirror of the pine martin. The other was a chipmunk boy with short cropped brown hair in thick rimmed glasses looking almost as nervous and out of place as Gretchen. The poor thing tagging along behind the maid like some lost puppy.

\tJustin groaned and glanced down at Gretchen once more. “You may go read at the book store and then meet me at the car when I text you, little one. We’ll discuss this when we get home.”

\tGretchen simply nodded and bowed her head. She leaned in to kiss the tip of the otter’s gothy, buckle laden boot before pulling herself up to stand. She walked part way out, then paused, her ear twitched from the unfamiliar sound of her owner in the guise of a girl.

\t“One of your girls, Justine?” The maid asked

\t“Noir, could you do me a favor and put this in the bar fridge for me?” Justin, or rather Justine, sighed.

\tThe sound of her carefully prepared lunch being handed off to some random girl like an inconvenience killed any further interest she had in eavesdropping. The mole simply ran her way out of the dungeon and into the harsh sunlight.

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\tMuch like yesterday, Gretchen was forced to take the bus. It wasn’t any easier. There were still horrible strangers with their horrible auras of discomfort radiating all over the place. It was still a long and confusing ride which required her to keep her phone map up to ensure she was going to reach the right place. The one positive thing she could say about the whole experience was that she was somewhat sure the hours-long trip took her further away from the bad parts of town rather than closer. Out to a part of Kalamazoo with a mix of businesses and houses rather than the more developed and dense area where the dungeon had been.

\tIt wasn’t hard to spot her destination. Just a large cement building with a simple sign out front and a couple of motorcycles visible along with lots of parts on racks that she assumed to be for motorcycles as well. It was about as obvious as it could get. And yet it still took the mole a good half hour of hemming and hawing before she was finally able to march her way in and do what needed to be done.

\tIt took ten minutes of pacing awkwardly and shuffling about before she had enough courage to go inside the shop. Another five to finally try heading in to the front office when nobody approached her on the sales floor, or whatever it was called. Finally, a mere ten minutes after that she was able to march herself out into the shop area. Eyes fixed mostly on the floor to avoid the strangers who looked up at her and likely asked some questions she didn’t pay attention to.

\tJustin was at one of the bikes, his fur covered in grease marks and his paws eagerly twisting and twiddling on some screws as he worked to affix a gas tank. Gretchen still lacked the courage to say anything with so many people around. She stood just out of sight a few paces back. She could feel the eyes of others on her. She tried telling herself she didn’t care. That it didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. Those digger claws pressing into the rubbery plastic of the meal container as she waited for the boy to notice.

\tHe did notice. In fact Justin almost slammed right into her when turning around. He stumbled backwards and winced when his ass smashed against the bike, turning again to ensure the thing would stay up. Fortunately both wheels were secured and it didn’t budge. It still caused his heart to race with panic, and caused a few of the others around them to laugh.

\tSlamming her eyes shut, Gretchen thrust the bento out before her and turned her head away. The rigid pose once again feeling almost like a caricature of some manga panel or something. “You forgot your lunch, Master. I’m sorry. I hope you like it!” Too loud. Too stilted. Too scared. She was such an utter loser. Her paws shook while waiting for him to take the food from her. This time, hopefully, she had done it right.

\tA bit of stress evaporated when Justin took the bento from her. Only a bit, though. He put a paw on her shoulder and squeezed until her eyes open and she cast her gaze upon him. “Come on.” He muttered. More laughs starting up from the other workers as the otter boy began walking outside.

\tGretchen followed her Master out into the parking lot. She could feel each slow shuffling step dragging along the asphalt as he made his way out towards his car and the thigh high cement barrier set between the lot and a small ravine. The otter boy took a seat and pulled a silvery object from his pocket. The long cylinder of cheap polished metal lit up with a blue LED glow as he took a deep drag on the vape and blew out a gout of vanilla scented water vapor.

\t“Mistress is going to be mad at you for that.” Gretchen’s usual tattle-tale sing song was blunted. She stood beside the otter with the bento held out. Her claws tapping nervously on the plastic container until he finally took it and set it down in his lap.

\tJustin took one last drag on the object before shoving it back into his pocket. “Yeah, I know. I’m trying to cut back.” he sighed “Never should have started this stupid trend.”

\t“I am sorry I made you mad, Sir.” The mole blurted the words out almost too quickly. Her cheeks darkening. He looked at her for a long moment and she was sure she was in for another scolding. Every muscle in her body tensed up as the inexperienced little slave braced for the verbal blow to come.

\t“Sit down, little one.” The boy finally sighed.

\tShe did. Her skirt did little to block the feeling of rough concrete under her rump. Gretchen watched her Master pop open the bento. None of the food itself was Japanese. The smaller compartments had grapes, cheese-its and some peanut butter M&Ms in its three dividers. The large compartment was a club sandwich cut up into cubes to be about as Japanese as the mole could manage. The whole thing looked a bit pathetic to her now. Still, she watched him take one of the small bits of sandwich and nom it down without hesitation. A nervous smile crossed her muzzle at his enjoyment even if she suspected much of it was just him indulging her.

\tEventually Gretchen’s eyes had turned to the ground. She wanted to say thank you for him actually eating it in front of her this time. She wanted to say so many things. All of those things died in her throat when the hand came. Soft and gentle, even with the grease and dirt caught up on his digits. Justin guided her face up and locked her trembling gaze to his. The boy’s bright blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight.

\t“Look, I really do appreciate what you did.” Justin’s thumb slowly ran along the fuzzy cheek fur of his pet. His firm hand keeping her from looking shamefully to one side “I appreciated it last night, too. But you can’t just go around doing this kind of thing in public. Especially at work.”

\t“I don’t understand.” The mole whined a bit and bit her lip so hard she was sure it would bleed. She could practically feel her heartbeat as her palms pushed together. Or could she? It may be placebo effect. But it was real enough to her.

\tJustin sighed and leaned in until their muzzles almost touched. She could feel his hot breath breaking on her face. “Little one, they don’t consent to this. This isn’t a place where people are expecting to see kink. A lot of them are probably feeling really awkward right now. Hell, I think half the guys in here are pretty devoutly religious. I was a bit worried to even tell them I have two girlfriends.”

\t“G-girlfriend?” The word choked out. This time Gretchen did manage to cast her face down. Her paws quickly brushing at the top of her muzzle in that shameful little dirt-clearing reflex while the whine in her throat felt like it was going to pop her vocal chords.

\tThe kiss on the cheek she got in return didn’t help matters much. Once again she was forced to look at him, and once again she felt her heart twitching almost the way it did around Hui. The boy smiled and kissed her on the nose tip. “That really shouldn’t come as a shock” he snickered “I figured that was kind of established already. But you do understand, right? It’s not fair to them forcing our way of life on others. It’s one thing to wear a day collar or have appropriate responses to your owner. It’s another to basically throw out slave positions in front of random strangers.”

\t“I… I guess I didn’t think of that. I’ll be honest. I don’t really think about other people that much in general. It all seems pretty pointless if you ask me.” She shifted herself to lay her head on his shoulder. It was a comforting position. Mostly it was to hide some of the contempt she felt though. It was contempt that was eroding for Justin. But those people in there. The random strangers. Just the thought of them made her stomach twist and her whole body tense.

\t“Can I ask you something, Sir?” The girl muttered finally “If it’s a big deal, then why didn’t you let me do anything at the club? It seems like that’d be the best place to be ourselves if anywhere.”

\tThe otter boy’s arm wrapping around Gretchen was not at all expected. Nor was the small chuckle. She’d honestly expected him to be mad, but if anything Justin simply looked listless. “The last thing I want is to drag you into that. I was working. I mean, you saw me end up with a client. Right? I’m already a bit worried about how people are going to act in that place. The last thing I need is some asshole whining about dragging you into it or harassing you because they think being a slave means any Dom can push you around.”

\t“B-but I’m our property! If you wanted to use me to make money, then I should feel grateful for the chance to be raped and debased!” It was only when the words left her mouth that Gretchen realized she was probably being too loud. From where they sat across from the shops open garage door she was sure she could see people looking out at her. The reluctant mole quickly pulled her hood up over her curly mop of headfur and tucked further away in Justin’s embrace to shelter from the hopefully imagined gazes.

\t“See?” he sighed “You really think you could handle a full session ‘helping’ me with some rando? Most of em aren’t cute like that boy was, either.”

\t“I-it doesn’t matter what I ‘can’ handle. Master’s well being is what should matter.” This time Gretchen made sure to keep her voice down. Not that it helped with the feeling of eyes hammering on her. She didn’t want to accept that he was right. She wanted to prove him wrong about what she was and how good she cold be. But even then it felt almost impossible to deny how utterly crippled she felt at the mere thought of it. Though maybe if she was somehow shoved into one of those full body suits with the gas masks. Or tied up so she couldn’t escape even if she wanted.

\tA kiss on the forehead killed that train of thought dead in its tracks. Justin pulled her closer and leaned into her ear “If nothing else though, bringing me lunch was Kawaii as fuck.”

\t“Really?” She yelped “So you didn’t hate it? I mean, it really was just not wanting people to harass me? Because if you don’t like what I make I can stop.”

\tHe shook his head and sighed “Ever play one of those ‘story of seasons’ games? Trust me, my heart color went up at least one level from all of that.”

\tWith that Justin went back to eating his food, and Gretchen set herself up to snuggle into him some. It was about all she could manage to do at this point. But for the first time in a long time she felt comfortable outside of her own room.
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