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I worry this series has neglected her some. The trouble of not being as much of a planner anymore when writing. But trust me, there's alot to go into with her.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It's something Gretchen doesn't always have. I worry this series has neglected her some. The trouble of not being as much of a planner anymore when writing. But trust me, there's alot to go into with her.", "writing": "Collared Chapter 19: Perspective\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tIt was finally over. All of the crowds, the chaos, the forced social interaction. Stepping out into the crisp early fall air Gretchen finally felt like she could breath again. Her paws still trembled. She could still hear random assholes making noise in her ears. She was only able to make it as far as the curb. She plopped down on it with her feet as far out as she dared considering how bad most people were about driving in strip mall parking lots. \n\n\tIt wasn`t supposed to be this way. None of it was. She would have never agreed to go if that had been the case. Playing a card game she barely knew or understood in a room full of people she didn`t know at all? Worse, she didn`t even have anyone to act as a lifeline.\n\n\tBut, unfortunately, she did have someone.\n\n\tGretchen barely looked up at the figure approaching behind her. She could guess who it was. That guess was affirmed by the sight of rust-colored fur and an uncomfortably familiar bushy banded tail swaying around I her peripheral vision.\n\n\t``Well, that was nuts.'' Xiulan. Gretchen wondered how her Mistress` big sister could be so unlike the beautiful, refined, genuinely sweet and sincere goddess of love that she`d fallen for. They weren`t even that far apart in age. Yet the older red panda had the personality of a pumice stone and radiated waves of horrific extroversion.\n\n\t``It was... something.'' The mole finally managed. Already it was more than she wanted to say. She had to say something, though. That was the worst part about other people. Their interactions compelled one to respond in kind.\n\n\tXiulan shrugged her shoulders and fussed with the rather fashionable blue suede jacket she now sported. It admittedly looked nice. Probably the kind of thing Gretchen`s mother would be thrilled to see her daughter come home wearing. Mainly because it was the kind of vain fashion bullshit that some people insisted on caring about. Yet another mark against her beloved Hui`s dark doppelganger.\n\n\tXi snickered and pulled the jacket up over herself a bit more. She scooted a bit closer to Gretchen and ground her sneaker heels playfully into the asphalt. ``If I didn`t know any better I`d say someone was upset.'' her tone was impish. Her playful sway daggers on the soul.\n\n\t``Wouldn't you be upset?'' Gretchen's sneaker heel thudded against the pavement as hard as Gretchen could muster, which wasn't all that hard. Yet another reminder that her impotent rage was indeed impotent.\n\n\tXiulan, for her part, shrugged and pulled the deck box out of her pocket. She gave the cards a cursory flick-though. An old habit to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Or worse gotten ripped off. ``Real talk? I just think it's funny. Mister `I wanna be Tony Stark' forgot to save a fucking file and now he has to do it all over again. Karma's a bitch some times. But at least she has a sense of humor.''\n\n\tA long string of insults died on Gretchen's lips. Mostly because they would all sound stupid. Instead she huffed loudly enough to make her disapproval known. Then she huffed again when it was clear her unwanted companion didn't seem to care. ``Well I was looking forward to another date with my Master. That's why I was willing to put up with this stupid little card game. Then he made me promise I'd go on ahead without him.''\n\n\t``And that you'd have fun.'' Xi chimed in\n\n\t``I'd `try' to have fun.'' Gretchen corrected ``I figured I`d come in, play until I lose``\n\n\t``Which you did.'' The mischievous red panda added\n\n\tGretchen rolled her eyes at the comment ``I barley knew what I was doing. I just kept seeing dwarves when they passed the packs around and went from there.''\n\n\t``You placed second.'' Xiulan snickered \n\n\t``I wasn`t trying to.'' Gretchen protested\n\n\tXiulan rolled her eyes patted the mole on the shoulder. ``You kicked all kinds of ass and basically drafted a rogue deck that`d do ok in real games. Yet here you are still looking miserable. Why the heck did you even come out here if you`re just gonna be a wet blanket?''\n\n\tGretchen shrugged. It took most of the little energy she still had to even do that. ``It was the closest thing I'd gotten to an order in a while. Plus I figured I could look at more of those little plastic things he's been teaching me to paint. It's kinda nice when he does it. It's probably like that Ghost movie. The one they joke about in other stuff all the time. You ever see it?'' She was vaguely aware of Xiulan shaking her head no. However Gretchen really didn't care either way and they both knew it. ``The way it feels when he's behind me. When he takes my paw and guides me to stroke up and down. The smell of his hot breath. His scent. Being so close to just having his tongue force it's way into my mouth and lay claim to what's his...'' \n\n\tEvery fiber of her body tensed. Gretchen worked as hard as she could to avoid curling herself into a ball then and there. If she were a hedgehog it wouldn't be that hard for her to imagine curling into a tight little ball and spin-dashing off like a certain oversaturated blue video game icon. Naturally this all made her look, and feel, that much dumber. The way Xiulan looked at her didn't help either. \n\n\tWhen she finally found her voice it wasn't so much an act of courage. Rather simply the continued unfiltered rambling from a bundle of nerves in the shape of a girl ``Look, I know it sounds stupid. I just want to feel owned. Ok? Is that so wrong? I mean sure, he's not going to chain me up in the bathroom and let some of those... admittedly kinda cute boys in there come in and have their way with me or anything...''\n\n\tThere was a long pause. Xiulan stayed silent, but her expression said more than she ever could. The shock, the disgust the bemusement.\n\n\t``I said Kinda cute. I mean, you know. In a chubby, smelly, `haven't washed in a while and not sure I could ever get a girl' kinda way. Loser virgins can be kinda cute too you know.'' Even as she admitted that the mole maiden buried her face into her digger claws and wished to hell she could somehow just burrow her way though the concrete and hide. Stupid fucking evolutionary instincts.\n\n\tXiulan said nothing. Once again she stayed silent. Instead she shoved her deck box into one pocket, and from the other withdrew a stick of strawberry pocky. The candy slid into the corner of her muzzle and hung there loosely while she curled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her tail around herself. ``Aren't you one of those loser virgins?'' She finally mused ``That just you way of admitting that you're kinda cute?''\n\n\t``I am not cute!'' Gretchen yelped ``A-and you don't' know that I'm a virgin either. For all you know I'm getting railed stupid every night.''\n\n\t``Nah you're not.'' The wah turned her eyes towards Gretchen. Xiulan knew. Her gaze was confident. Firm. Poor Gretchen might have even gone so far as to call it jarring.\n\n\t``A-and how do you know?'' Gretchen's defensiveness only growing\n\n\tThat grin. That sinister grin plastered on Xiulan's face. It shook poor Gretchen down to her core. The raw audacity of it all, coupled with how much Xi looked like Hui. ``Sweetie. He hasn't fucked you. Justin is really good at the mind games and the aesthetic and the dark, controlling, raw dominant energy. But he's a `terrible' fuck.''\n\n\t``What?'' Gretchen's jaw dropped slack. Her voice with all the strength of tissue paper\n\n\t``See'' Xi giggled ``This is how I know. When it comes time to put it in you better hope all that mind-fucking got you good and wet because the rest is just the kind of one note no finesse fucking Hentai flicks use to save money. Maybe with a bit of manhandling on the side. Pure six out of ten.'' \n\n\t``Oh yeah?'' Gretchen huffed and did her best to loom ``Well, well I fucked your sister. So there.''\n\n\t``Yeah?'' The red panda smirked ``So have I.'' Xiulan said nothing more. She simply pulled her phone out and started to fiddle on it while munching happily on her Pocky\n\n\tGretchen pulled out her own phone and shot a text off to Justin. This little experiment could be deemed an utter failure.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tIt was another grey day in the Zoo, assuming anyone ever called it that. As fall marched on and grew closer to winter, the city found itself overcast and the threat of rain loomed almost daily. Never quite b reeking, but instead leaving the city blanketed in thick grey clouds that allowed only sickly sheens of light to hit the ground.\n\n\tA lone, hunched figure hopped out at a bus stop and began pacing back along the vehicle's path up the hill. The grey hoodie that had become her constant companion seemed to blend in with the sky, and with her mood if she were honest. Part of her knew she should have just taken the bus all the way home. Or at least as close to `home' as she could get. Instead she found herself stumbling aimlessly down the broken sidewalk past old houses and shops that likely never saw use outside of the locals. The young mole maid braced against imaginary cold and tried to focus on the sounds of her favorite Vtuber shrieking from her ear buds. NidoNido and her friends, once again back playing Rust. Sadly it seemed that cute girls being silly in a survival video game was about the only thing that could keep poor Gretchen sane during those long bus rides full of the NPCs known as `people'.\n\n\tWhen she finally got to her destination she paused. She always paused at that point. She'd been into Ms. Dubois' club before. In fact she'd gone in just enough to know she was tolerated more than welcomed. It made sense. One of the Doms having their actual submissive there could easily scare off customers. Especially some frumpy old shoe of a girl like her. Master, especially in his `Justine' persona, certainly had a way of keeping a certain set of people wrapped around `her' little finger. Having to dote on his socially anxious little home slut would easily shatter the mood.\n\n\t``Except it doesn't make sense!'' Gretchen found herself flashing hot when the words slipped from her. It was wrong to say. Hell it was wrong to think. But it was true. A paw lashed out and gripped at the old pipe railing leading down towards the door. None of this made any sense. He was always so tired, and he was always working. Working here. Working on cars. Working on a stupid degree. It was just one degree. And at a community college no less! How could it take him this much work to get his assignments done? Not to mention a loan. Just two semesters at Western couldn't be that expensive, could they? Certainly not enough to justify all the scrimping and saving from two distinct places of employment.\n\n\tIt was because she was a bad slave. It had to be. He kept working here while they were all trying to `find some normalcy' or whatever it was that had been going on. If he wanted that he could just pick up a few more hours at the garage, right? \n\n\tIt wasn't clear when her feet started moving. Fear and anxiety gripped Gretchen as she made her way down to the base of the stairs and rapped the back of her claws on the metal door. If he was going to be `Justine' for pay then she could damn well pay him! It'd be better than just sitting at home waiting for him to come in and give her those pity cuddles where he passed out on the couch.\n\n\tThe door swung open a few moments later. A rather irate looking pine marten in a maid uniform glaring at her with eyes that could cut glass.\n\n\t``What?'' The girl's vaguely French accent cut though the noise in Gretchen's earbuds. The maid didn't seem the least bit pleased as she watched the mole girl reaching up and pulling the earbuds out.\n\n\t``I, uh, I'm here... I'm here to-'' Where had all that fire gone? The anger at `her' Master ditching her like that? Suddenly poor Gretchen found herself dumbstruck and trembling.\n\n\tThe marten girl huffed. The annoyance clear on her face ``I know why you're here'' She grumbled. ``Come on.''\n\n\tGretchen followed dutifully though the now familiar dungeon space. Familiar, but hardly comfortable. It was a space for `real' slaves and `real' dominants. People older and with more experience. People who knew what the fuck they were doing, with the funds and the life experience to use leather and rubber and whips and chains. For all her assertions of being a slave the simple fact was that Gretchen still couldn't see herself that way. Collared or not, she was just some little porn addicted goonette who lucked out at having someone wonderful somehow take an interest in her. This? This was not a place for the likes of her.\n\n\tThat mystique cracked, if only slightly, once they arrived in the main dungeon space. They weren't open yet. Still empty. The dark furred sable girl who served as the other maid and `waitress' was busy running a dustmop over the floor. Over by the bar Gretchen could hear the jarring tones of her Master's beloved `folk metal'. What she saw wasn't the aloof and beautifully cruel Justine. It was simply Justin. Her Master. The silly otter boy \n\n\tNow she just felt guilty. Before it was simply a matter of intruding on sacred ground. Of not being worthy. This felt more like walking in on someone in the bathroom. A jarring, glass-shattering kind of wrong that wasn't even fun to feel.\n\n\t``Hey, nerd'' Lumia huffed ``Your little fan girl wandered in again.''\n\n\tJustin didn't miss a beat. Off came the heavy kitchen work gloves and before Gretchen could even mutter a protest she was fumbling in the air watching his keys flying in a high arc towards her. \n\n\tGretchen, on the other hand, simply fumbled as the keys flew towards her. She grabbed too high and nearly fell over when the things bounced off of her chest and clunked to the floor. She even managed to kick them once before Lumia moved down and snagged them up, placing them into her paw and narrowing her eyes towards Justin.\n\n\tThe otter boy wasn't paying attention. He just drained out the bit of fluid still in the lines before tossing them in the bucket as well. ``Don't worry, I'll be out soon. CD player isn't working but if you connect your phone to the lil Bluetooth dongle in the cigarette lighter it should let you play your stream from the radio.''\n\n\t``I am sure she can figure it out.'' Lumia butted in. Without warning she gripped the invading submissive by her shoulder and turned her around. Poor Gretchen herself wasn't even given a chance to respond. She just glanced back at her distracted owner while the puffed up French tart of a kink club worker pushed her along down the hallway and most of the way out of the door. \n\n\tBy that point Gretchen had found her footing. Unfortunately it didn't seem to matter to Lumia. She walked past Gretchen and gestured for her to follow. Both furs found themselves standing at the back door to the tattoo parlor which sat above the club. Lumia leaned against the railing and glared at Gretchen with a profound hate that seemed to sear though the headfur covering her left eye.\n\n\t``Alright, enough. What are you doing here?'' Lumia spat\n\n\tGretchen offered little more than incoherent hmming and hawing. Her feet shuffling about until finally a hard stomp on the pavement from the other girl drew her attention again.\n\n\t``Are you looking to get hired? Well are you? Because I can tell you right now that Madame would not even bother with a little `thing' like you. We are struggling enough without wasting time and space ruining our reputation with that boy's little practice dummy!'' The woman pulled herself up from the top stair and paced around Gretchen. A little faux inspection to solidify how little she thought of the poor girl.\n\n\t``N-no, It's not like that. I just wanted to see him!'' Gretchen blurted\n\n\t``Oh, such a lovesick little princess. Don't you live with the boy? Not seeing him enough at home?'' Lumia was so comfortable as the false compassion oozed from her lips. She leaned in close. Her perfume hammered at Gretchen's senses. Her eyes flashed as she looked the girl up and down once more.\n\n\tIt was all the mole could do to shake her head and stammer once more. She found herself pacing backwards, stopped from falling down the stairwell by the irate woman grabbing her arm and pulling her a few paces to the side. That also took a few moments for her to process. She was so stunned by the aggressive woman beating her that the peril she'd narrowly escaped struggled to hammer itself into her head.\n\n\t``N-no.'' She finally muttered ``I mean, yes. It's... It's complicated. Ok?'' She finally huffed ``I mean he's always working, or in classes. Half the time he is home he falls asleep on the couch. I mean, s-sometimes it's on me. Which is nice. Then there's this whole `break from kink' thing''\n\n\tThe marten said nothing. She simply raised a brow. Yet that gaze was full of crushing judgment\n\n\t``I, well, uh... Look. Some things happened and Mast-, and he told us that he wanted to take a step back. That we all needed to spend some time without the `dynamic' or whatever. It's freaking frustrating. It's bad enough that he keeps struggling with a simple stupid community college degree. Plus he still gets to dominate other people here...''\n\n\t``Oh no, ze poor baby!'' The woman's accent actually seemed to thicken as her ire rose. ``The boy you love is working so hard with school and jobs to provide for you. Then he wants to spend time with you in ways that do not involve sex. How you must suffer.'' The words dripped venom. Lumia loomed over Gretchen with her pristine maid gloves on her hips. She blew the tuft of headfur out of her face in order to look he mole in the eyes and watch her shrink back even further.\n\n\tThe mole whined and shook her head pathetically. Both digger claws pushed over her face ``That's not what I...''\n\n\t``It's not what?'' Lumia huffed ``You come here like some love sick little puppy far more often than you should. I bet you go to his other job too, non? Hang around waiting for him to get off. Why? To demand sex? Upset that he's too tired to get it up for you?''\n\n\t``It's not the sex!'' Gretchen screamed the words ``I mean it is but, I'm a slave. They shouldn't care if I'm happy. I shouldn't need hobbies. If they want me to play along with their hobbies then they can just order me to! I don't get why they want me to find things `I' like. I'm not supposed to matter.''\n\n\tThe anger in Lumia's face turned cold. She rolled her eyes and gestured towards the back door to the tattoo parlor. ``is that so? Well then, would you like to show him that?''\n\n\t``W-what?'' Gretchen blinked\n\n\tA small, evil giggle rolled from Lumia's painted lips. Her eyes lighting up with an odd sadistic joy. ``Perhaps you should go in there, hmm? Get a nice mark for your Master. Something to remind him that you are chattel. Maybe getting his mark on your ass will fix the issue.''\n\n\t``I'm sorry w-what?'' Gretchen stared at the other girl, dumbfounded. She shuffled foot to foot and gazed off to one side.\n\n\t``It's like you said. You are his property. Mayhaps if you had his mark it would remind him to treat you like some disposable little object. Oui?'' yet again Lumia seemed more than comfortable grabbing Gretchen by the arm. She tugged the girl firmly towards the shop. Not too hard. Not hard enough to move her, though with enough force that it was clear she could do so if she really wanted to.\n\n\tGretchen simply whined louder and tugged her paw in a hopeless attempt to pull away. ``H-he doesn't have a mark. Not yet. I mean I don't think so.'' She stammered\n\n\t``Oh?'' Lumia's false care and concern burned toxic in the air ``Oh dear. Well then how can you really consider him a Master, hmm? I mean I would have suspected him to be some weak little fake the way he acts. A little boy playing at power. But to not even have a mark to brand his chattel'' She clicked her tongue the way one would when chiding a child. Even then the grin pulling at the edge of the marten's muzzle was pure sadism and cruelty.\n\n\tFinally Gretchen got her hand free, mostly due to her assailant releasing it. ``He's not, I mean it's, Mistress and him, that's... Uuuuugh!'' The chubby mole went for a slap. The swing missed, and she found herself held up only by Lumia's silk maid glove. Once again both women locked eyes and the marten giggled.\n\n\t``Little one.'' It was clear the term was meant to sting. Gretchen wasn't sure if it was meant to mock the way Justin called her that. But it still stung, which only seemed to please Lumia more. ``I do not give a shit about you, or your problems, or your silly little boyfriend fake Master. However, I am not your babysitter. I will not sit by and watch you reading in one of our booths waiting for him to take a break and drive you back home every other shift. Especially when we finally have someone to do all those horrible little jobs the actual barback `forgets' and puts me or Noir.`` \n\n\tLumia's grip tightened. Her ears perked. Gretchen had heard about `prey space' before. It wasn't one of her kinks. It certainly wasn't something she ever expected to really play around with considering neither of her owners were really preds. But now? In this moment? She knew what it was. She understood it in the worst way possible. \n\n\t``Whatever drama you have, it sounds boring, so forgive me if I misunderstand the situation. But it sounds to me like you don't give a fuck about Justin or that `Mistress' of yours beyond the kinky sex and fantasy they can give you. If so, then maybe I am wrong about which one of you is fake.''\n\n\tWith that she cast Gretchen aside and began sauntering her way down the stairs, stopping only long enough to toss the keys back over her shoulder and on to the cracked pavement.\n\n\tGretchen scooped them up and sighed. She'd have to put that French bitch in her place later. After all, the girl clearly didn't know what she was talking about.\n\n\tRight?\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 19: Perspective

By TerraMGP

\tIt was finally over. All of the crowds, the chaos, the forced social interaction. Stepping out into the crisp early fall air Gretchen finally felt like she could breath again. Her paws still trembled. She could still hear random assholes making noise in her ears. She was only able to make it as far as the curb. She plopped down on it with her feet as far out as she dared considering how bad most people were about driving in strip mall parking lots.

\tIt wasn`t supposed to be this way. None of it was. She would have never agreed to go if that had been the case. Playing a card game she barely knew or understood in a room full of people she didn`t know at all? Worse, she didn`t even have anyone to act as a lifeline.

\tBut, unfortunately, she did have someone.

\tGretchen barely looked up at the figure approaching behind her. She could guess who it was. That guess was affirmed by the sight of rust-colored fur and an uncomfortably familiar bushy banded tail swaying around I her peripheral vision.

\t``Well, that was nuts.'' Xiulan. Gretchen wondered how her Mistress` big sister could be so unlike the beautiful, refined, genuinely sweet and sincere goddess of love that she`d fallen for. They weren`t even that far apart in age. Yet the older red panda had the personality of a pumice stone and radiated waves of horrific extroversion.

\t``It was... something.'' The mole finally managed. Already it was more than she wanted to say. She had to say something, though. That was the worst part about other people. Their interactions compelled one to respond in kind.

\tXiulan shrugged her shoulders and fussed with the rather fashionable blue suede jacket she now sported. It admittedly looked nice. Probably the kind of thing Gretchen`s mother would be thrilled to see her daughter come home wearing. Mainly because it was the kind of vain fashion bullshit that some people insisted on caring about. Yet another mark against her beloved Hui`s dark doppelganger.

\tXi snickered and pulled the jacket up over herself a bit more. She scooted a bit closer to Gretchen and ground her sneaker heels playfully into the asphalt. ``If I didn`t know any better I`d say someone was upset.'' her tone was impish. Her playful sway daggers on the soul.

\t``Wouldn't you be upset?'' Gretchen's sneaker heel thudded against the pavement as hard as Gretchen could muster, which wasn't all that hard. Yet another reminder that her impotent rage was indeed impotent.

\tXiulan, for her part, shrugged and pulled the deck box out of her pocket. She gave the cards a cursory flick-though. An old habit to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Or worse gotten ripped off. ``Real talk? I just think it's funny. Mister `I wanna be Tony Stark' forgot to save a fucking file and now he has to do it all over again. Karma's a bitch some times. But at least she has a sense of humor.''

\tA long string of insults died on Gretchen's lips. Mostly because they would all sound stupid. Instead she huffed loudly enough to make her disapproval known. Then she huffed again when it was clear her unwanted companion didn't seem to care. ``Well I was looking forward to another date with my Master. That's why I was willing to put up with this stupid little card game. Then he made me promise I'd go on ahead without him.''

\t``And that you'd have fun.'' Xi chimed in

\t``I'd `try' to have fun.'' Gretchen corrected ``I figured I`d come in, play until I lose``

\t``Which you did.'' The mischievous red panda added

\tGretchen rolled her eyes at the comment ``I barley knew what I was doing. I just kept seeing dwarves when they passed the packs around and went from there.''

\t``You placed second.'' Xiulan snickered

\t``I wasn`t trying to.'' Gretchen protested

\tXiulan rolled her eyes patted the mole on the shoulder. ``You kicked all kinds of ass and basically drafted a rogue deck that`d do ok in real games. Yet here you are still looking miserable. Why the heck did you even come out here if you`re just gonna be a wet blanket?''

\tGretchen shrugged. It took most of the little energy she still had to even do that. ``It was the closest thing I'd gotten to an order in a while. Plus I figured I could look at more of those little plastic things he's been teaching me to paint. It's kinda nice when he does it. It's probably like that Ghost movie. The one they joke about in other stuff all the time. You ever see it?'' She was vaguely aware of Xiulan shaking her head no. However Gretchen really didn't care either way and they both knew it. ``The way it feels when he's behind me. When he takes my paw and guides me to stroke up and down. The smell of his hot breath. His scent. Being so close to just having his tongue force it's way into my mouth and lay claim to what's his...''

\tEvery fiber of her body tensed. Gretchen worked as hard as she could to avoid curling herself into a ball then and there. If she were a hedgehog it wouldn't be that hard for her to imagine curling into a tight little ball and spin-dashing off like a certain oversaturated blue video game icon. Naturally this all made her look, and feel, that much dumber. The way Xiulan looked at her didn't help either.

\tWhen she finally found her voice it wasn't so much an act of courage. Rather simply the continued unfiltered rambling from a bundle of nerves in the shape of a girl ``Look, I know it sounds stupid. I just want to feel owned. Ok? Is that so wrong? I mean sure, he's not going to chain me up in the bathroom and let some of those... admittedly kinda cute boys in there come in and have their way with me or anything...''

\tThere was a long pause. Xiulan stayed silent, but her expression said more than she ever could. The shock, the disgust the bemusement.

\t``I said Kinda cute. I mean, you know. In a chubby, smelly, `haven't washed in a while and not sure I could ever get a girl' kinda way. Loser virgins can be kinda cute too you know.'' Even as she admitted that the mole maiden buried her face into her digger claws and wished to hell she could somehow just burrow her way though the concrete and hide. Stupid fucking evolutionary instincts.

\tXiulan said nothing. Once again she stayed silent. Instead she shoved her deck box into one pocket, and from the other withdrew a stick of strawberry pocky. The candy slid into the corner of her muzzle and hung there loosely while she curled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her tail around herself. ``Aren't you one of those loser virgins?'' She finally mused ``That just you way of admitting that you're kinda cute?''

\t``I am not cute!'' Gretchen yelped ``A-and you don't' know that I'm a virgin either. For all you know I'm getting railed stupid every night.''

\t``Nah you're not.'' The wah turned her eyes towards Gretchen. Xiulan knew. Her gaze was confident. Firm. Poor Gretchen might have even gone so far as to call it jarring.

\t``A-and how do you know?'' Gretchen's defensiveness only growing

\tThat grin. That sinister grin plastered on Xiulan's face. It shook poor Gretchen down to her core. The raw audacity of it all, coupled with how much Xi looked like Hui. ``Sweetie. He hasn't fucked you. Justin is really good at the mind games and the aesthetic and the dark, controlling, raw dominant energy. But he's a `terrible' fuck.''

\t``What?'' Gretchen's jaw dropped slack. Her voice with all the strength of tissue paper

\t``See'' Xi giggled ``This is how I know. When it comes time to put it in you better hope all that mind-fucking got you good and wet because the rest is just the kind of one note no finesse fucking Hentai flicks use to save money. Maybe with a bit of manhandling on the side. Pure six out of ten.''

\t``Oh yeah?'' Gretchen huffed and did her best to loom ``Well, well I fucked your sister. So there.''

\t``Yeah?'' The red panda smirked ``So have I.'' Xiulan said nothing more. She simply pulled her phone out and started to fiddle on it while munching happily on her Pocky

\tGretchen pulled out her own phone and shot a text off to Justin. This little experiment could be deemed an utter failure.

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\tIt was another grey day in the Zoo, assuming anyone ever called it that. As fall marched on and grew closer to winter, the city found itself overcast and the threat of rain loomed almost daily. Never quite b reeking, but instead leaving the city blanketed in thick grey clouds that allowed only sickly sheens of light to hit the ground.

\tA lone, hunched figure hopped out at a bus stop and began pacing back along the vehicle's path up the hill. The grey hoodie that had become her constant companion seemed to blend in with the sky, and with her mood if she were honest. Part of her knew she should have just taken the bus all the way home. Or at least as close to `home' as she could get. Instead she found herself stumbling aimlessly down the broken sidewalk past old houses and shops that likely never saw use outside of the locals. The young mole maid braced against imaginary cold and tried to focus on the sounds of her favorite Vtuber shrieking from her ear buds. NidoNido and her friends, once again back playing Rust. Sadly it seemed that cute girls being silly in a survival video game was about the only thing that could keep poor Gretchen sane during those long bus rides full of the NPCs known as `people'.

\tWhen she finally got to her destination she paused. She always paused at that point. She'd been into Ms. Dubois' club before. In fact she'd gone in just enough to know she was tolerated more than welcomed. It made sense. One of the Doms having their actual submissive there could easily scare off customers. Especially some frumpy old shoe of a girl like her. Master, especially in his `Justine' persona, certainly had a way of keeping a certain set of people wrapped around `her' little finger. Having to dote on his socially anxious little home slut would easily shatter the mood.

\t``Except it doesn't make sense!'' Gretchen found herself flashing hot when the words slipped from her. It was wrong to say. Hell it was wrong to think. But it was true. A paw lashed out and gripped at the old pipe railing leading down towards the door. None of this made any sense. He was always so tired, and he was always working. Working here. Working on cars. Working on a stupid degree. It was just one degree. And at a community college no less! How could it take him this much work to get his assignments done? Not to mention a loan. Just two semesters at Western couldn't be that expensive, could they? Certainly not enough to justify all the scrimping and saving from two distinct places of employment.

\tIt was because she was a bad slave. It had to be. He kept working here while they were all trying to `find some normalcy' or whatever it was that had been going on. If he wanted that he could just pick up a few more hours at the garage, right?

\tIt wasn't clear when her feet started moving. Fear and anxiety gripped Gretchen as she made her way down to the base of the stairs and rapped the back of her claws on the metal door. If he was going to be `Justine' for pay then she could damn well pay him! It'd be better than just sitting at home waiting for him to come in and give her those pity cuddles where he passed out on the couch.

\tThe door swung open a few moments later. A rather irate looking pine marten in a maid uniform glaring at her with eyes that could cut glass.

\t``What?'' The girl's vaguely French accent cut though the noise in Gretchen's earbuds. The maid didn't seem the least bit pleased as she watched the mole girl reaching up and pulling the earbuds out.

\t``I, uh, I'm here... I'm here to-'' Where had all that fire gone? The anger at `her' Master ditching her like that? Suddenly poor Gretchen found herself dumbstruck and trembling.

\tThe marten girl huffed. The annoyance clear on her face ``I know why you're here'' She grumbled. ``Come on.''

\tGretchen followed dutifully though the now familiar dungeon space. Familiar, but hardly comfortable. It was a space for `real' slaves and `real' dominants. People older and with more experience. People who knew what the fuck they were doing, with the funds and the life experience to use leather and rubber and whips and chains. For all her assertions of being a slave the simple fact was that Gretchen still couldn't see herself that way. Collared or not, she was just some little porn addicted goonette who lucked out at having someone wonderful somehow take an interest in her. This? This was not a place for the likes of her.

\tThat mystique cracked, if only slightly, once they arrived in the main dungeon space. They weren't open yet. Still empty. The dark furred sable girl who served as the other maid and `waitress' was busy running a dustmop over the floor. Over by the bar Gretchen could hear the jarring tones of her Master's beloved `folk metal'. What she saw wasn't the aloof and beautifully cruel Justine. It was simply Justin. Her Master. The silly otter boy

\tNow she just felt guilty. Before it was simply a matter of intruding on sacred ground. Of not being worthy. This felt more like walking in on someone in the bathroom. A jarring, glass-shattering kind of wrong that wasn't even fun to feel.

\t``Hey, nerd'' Lumia huffed ``Your little fan girl wandered in again.''

\tJustin didn't miss a beat. Off came the heavy kitchen work gloves and before Gretchen could even mutter a protest she was fumbling in the air watching his keys flying in a high arc towards her.

\tGretchen, on the other hand, simply fumbled as the keys flew towards her. She grabbed too high and nearly fell over when the things bounced off of her chest and clunked to the floor. She even managed to kick them once before Lumia moved down and snagged them up, placing them into her paw and narrowing her eyes towards Justin.

\tThe otter boy wasn't paying attention. He just drained out the bit of fluid still in the lines before tossing them in the bucket as well. ``Don't worry, I'll be out soon. CD player isn't working but if you connect your phone to the lil Bluetooth dongle in the cigarette lighter it should let you play your stream from the radio.''

\t``I am sure she can figure it out.'' Lumia butted in. Without warning she gripped the invading submissive by her shoulder and turned her around. Poor Gretchen herself wasn't even given a chance to respond. She just glanced back at her distracted owner while the puffed up French tart of a kink club worker pushed her along down the hallway and most of the way out of the door.

\tBy that point Gretchen had found her footing. Unfortunately it didn't seem to matter to Lumia. She walked past Gretchen and gestured for her to follow. Both furs found themselves standing at the back door to the tattoo parlor which sat above the club. Lumia leaned against the railing and glared at Gretchen with a profound hate that seemed to sear though the headfur covering her left eye.

\t``Alright, enough. What are you doing here?'' Lumia spat

\tGretchen offered little more than incoherent hmming and hawing. Her feet shuffling about until finally a hard stomp on the pavement from the other girl drew her attention again.

\t``Are you looking to get hired? Well are you? Because I can tell you right now that Madame would not even bother with a little `thing' like you. We are struggling enough without wasting time and space ruining our reputation with that boy's little practice dummy!'' The woman pulled herself up from the top stair and paced around Gretchen. A little faux inspection to solidify how little she thought of the poor girl.

\t``N-no, It's not like that. I just wanted to see him!'' Gretchen blurted

\t``Oh, such a lovesick little princess. Don't you live with the boy? Not seeing him enough at home?'' Lumia was so comfortable as the false compassion oozed from her lips. She leaned in close. Her perfume hammered at Gretchen's senses. Her eyes flashed as she looked the girl up and down once more.

\tIt was all the mole could do to shake her head and stammer once more. She found herself pacing backwards, stopped from falling down the stairwell by the irate woman grabbing her arm and pulling her a few paces to the side. That also took a few moments for her to process. She was so stunned by the aggressive woman beating her that the peril she'd narrowly escaped struggled to hammer itself into her head.

\t``N-no.'' She finally muttered ``I mean, yes. It's... It's complicated. Ok?'' She finally huffed ``I mean he's always working, or in classes. Half the time he is home he falls asleep on the couch. I mean, s-sometimes it's on me. Which is nice. Then there's this whole `break from kink' thing''

\tThe marten said nothing. She simply raised a brow. Yet that gaze was full of crushing judgment

\t``I, well, uh... Look. Some things happened and Mast-, and he told us that he wanted to take a step back. That we all needed to spend some time without the `dynamic' or whatever. It's freaking frustrating. It's bad enough that he keeps struggling with a simple stupid community college degree. Plus he still gets to dominate other people here...''

\t``Oh no, ze poor baby!'' The woman's accent actually seemed to thicken as her ire rose. ``The boy you love is working so hard with school and jobs to provide for you. Then he wants to spend time with you in ways that do not involve sex. How you must suffer.'' The words dripped venom. Lumia loomed over Gretchen with her pristine maid gloves on her hips. She blew the tuft of headfur out of her face in order to look he mole in the eyes and watch her shrink back even further.

\tThe mole whined and shook her head pathetically. Both digger claws pushed over her face ``That's not what I...''

\t``It's not what?'' Lumia huffed ``You come here like some love sick little puppy far more often than you should. I bet you go to his other job too, non? Hang around waiting for him to get off. Why? To demand sex? Upset that he's too tired to get it up for you?''

\t``It's not the sex!'' Gretchen screamed the words ``I mean it is but, I'm a slave. They shouldn't care if I'm happy. I shouldn't need hobbies. If they want me to play along with their hobbies then they can just order me to! I don't get why they want me to find things `I' like. I'm not supposed to matter.''

\tThe anger in Lumia's face turned cold. She rolled her eyes and gestured towards the back door to the tattoo parlor. ``is that so? Well then, would you like to show him that?''

\t``W-what?'' Gretchen blinked

\tA small, evil giggle rolled from Lumia's painted lips. Her eyes lighting up with an odd sadistic joy. ``Perhaps you should go in there, hmm? Get a nice mark for your Master. Something to remind him that you are chattel. Maybe getting his mark on your ass will fix the issue.''

\t``I'm sorry w-what?'' Gretchen stared at the other girl, dumbfounded. She shuffled foot to foot and gazed off to one side.

\t``It's like you said. You are his property. Mayhaps if you had his mark it would remind him to treat you like some disposable little object. Oui?'' yet again Lumia seemed more than comfortable grabbing Gretchen by the arm. She tugged the girl firmly towards the shop. Not too hard. Not hard enough to move her, though with enough force that it was clear she could do so if she really wanted to.

\tGretchen simply whined louder and tugged her paw in a hopeless attempt to pull away. ``H-he doesn't have a mark. Not yet. I mean I don't think so.'' She stammered

\t``Oh?'' Lumia's false care and concern burned toxic in the air ``Oh dear. Well then how can you really consider him a Master, hmm? I mean I would have suspected him to be some weak little fake the way he acts. A little boy playing at power. But to not even have a mark to brand his chattel'' She clicked her tongue the way one would when chiding a child. Even then the grin pulling at the edge of the marten's muzzle was pure sadism and cruelty.

\tFinally Gretchen got her hand free, mostly due to her assailant releasing it. ``He's not, I mean it's, Mistress and him, that's... Uuuuugh!'' The chubby mole went for a slap. The swing missed, and she found herself held up only by Lumia's silk maid glove. Once again both women locked eyes and the marten giggled.

\t``Little one.'' It was clear the term was meant to sting. Gretchen wasn't sure if it was meant to mock the way Justin called her that. But it still stung, which only seemed to please Lumia more. ``I do not give a shit about you, or your problems, or your silly little boyfriend fake Master. However, I am not your babysitter. I will not sit by and watch you reading in one of our booths waiting for him to take a break and drive you back home every other shift. Especially when we finally have someone to do all those horrible little jobs the actual barback `forgets' and puts me or Noir.``

\tLumia's grip tightened. Her ears perked. Gretchen had heard about `prey space' before. It wasn't one of her kinks. It certainly wasn't something she ever expected to really play around with considering neither of her owners were really preds. But now? In this moment? She knew what it was. She understood it in the worst way possible.

\t``Whatever drama you have, it sounds boring, so forgive me if I misunderstand the situation. But it sounds to me like you don't give a fuck about Justin or that `Mistress' of yours beyond the kinky sex and fantasy they can give you. If so, then maybe I am wrong about which one of you is fake.''

\tWith that she cast Gretchen aside and began sauntering her way down the stairs, stopping only long enough to toss the keys back over her shoulder and on to the cracked pavement.

\tGretchen scooped them up and sighed. She'd have to put that French bitch in her place later. After all, the girl clearly didn't know what she was talking about.

\tRight?

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